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[masuchu]

“𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒” [GENSHIN MEN]

what happens when you gift your boyfriend a rather … provocative photo? ‧₊˚

genre. smut, sending nudes but in teyvat so it’s a polaroid, dragon mentions in neuvillette’s, manhandling, praise, mentions of creampies (wriothesley), degradation in his also, bondage in ayato’s, reader is accused (teasingly) of cheating (kinda) in ayato’s

characters. neuvillette, wriothesley, ayato, al haitham, kaveh

love, masu. guys i need these men so badly . you do not understand i am in disarray . tried so hard to colour my text, this app hates me . also the ‘picture’ is a polaroid cause i hate modern au’s </3

那维莱特 ✦ 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: A subtly erotic photo; your naked body laying in the bath. The water bubbly and crystalline, showing clearly the outline of your waist and the tone of your body. The soapy water hugged your tits so perfectly, hiding your nipples from view but allowing parts of the plump flesh to be seen.

You had only thought that the picture was pretty, but your lover proved that all things can have varied interpretations.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Well, you certainly know how to rile up the Hydro Dragon, don’t you? As soon as his eyes gazed upon your nude body laying so elegantly in the bathtub, his firm resolve cracked. Only minutely, but it cracked nonetheless. The image was tossed aside somewhere on his desk—he didn’t care where—and soft yet demanding hands fell onto your body.

“You temptress,” Neuvillette muttered, eyes travelling over every inch of your body, “what were you hoping for when you took such an image, hm?”

A giggle left your lips, and you lifted a hand up to his jaw. “I think you know, my dearest Iudex.”

A grunt echoed from him, hands gripping tighter around their current places on your form. At once, you were pulled into his firm chest, and you noticed immediately that it seemed larger than usual. A glance upwards told you that it was not just your imagination.

“Surely, you are smart enough to know not to prod a dragon? If you are not, I would be happy to show you the consequences.”

莱欧斯利 ✦ 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: Countless strewn sheets of paperwork behind you, your half naked body laying on top. A black set of lingerie hugged you perfectly underneath your regular day shirt, which had clearly been unbuttoned with fervency. Your lipstick has a feature at the top of the polaroid, smeared and messy. An entirely rushed photo, but one that was guaranteed to push your hunky boyfriends buttons.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: “Wow. When you came for our regular tea break today, I was not expecting to receive such a sexy gift.”

You sipped your tea tauntingly, and hummed in response. You knew he would love it.

“I bet you had fun wrecking my desk, huh? Thought one of the Melusines had done it. Nope, just my slut of a girlfriend.”

The name made you tremble. The teacup in your hand began to shake as a result of your newfound lack of resolve, so you placed it down as gently as you were able onto the tray.

“W—who do you think you are speaking to?! You have no right to c—call me that—!”

His lips abruptly smashed onto yours, leaving you with no time to finish your scolding, nor catch your breath. Hands gripped you firmly and picked you up with ease; the kiss did not break once as he strolled over to his desk.

Only when your bottom was placed onto the wood, did he let up. He grinned at your heaving and desperate attempts to gain more oxygen. His resolve infuriated you, how was he not dying right now?!

“Mm, I’m thinking I should fuck you on here now. Try and make another mess. That way I can watch when you clean it all up, bent over with my cum leaking out of you. Looks real pretty in my head…”

Another burst of brattiness stormed through your veins like a tornado, pressing you to fight back against his crude tongue. Your mouth opened in attempt to retaliate, but he only pressed a finger against your lips and teased:

“Ah-ah. No more of that feistiness! You’re much cuter when your a good girl. I can tell you want me, so you’re going to beg for me. I won’t give in until it’s up to my standards, which are high. Feel free to begin, missy~”

神里绫人 ✦ 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: Baby blue ribbons adorned your silky skin. Skin poured out from over the top of the fabric, pulled taut and carefully tied. The pattern was nothing too extravagant, your thighs tied to one another, your wrists tied in a bow, and a final ribbon around your waist. The photo cut off just before your cute, little pussy—a purposeful tease on your part, a tease that invoked a different reaction than what you had imagined.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: “My, my. What is this, my dear.”

You stood extremely awkwardly in front of your lovers work desk, hands clasped in one another behind your back. The plan seemed so perfect in your head, but now that it was in action— well, the embarrassment was certainly creeping its way up your body.

“D—do you you like it, love?”

A deep, ravenous chuckle reverberated from his throat. His eyes were lidded, hungry, and they took a horribly arousing journey over your body. Top to bottom, no place missed.

“Like it? Mm, I love it. Though, I am wondering how you managed to get yourself into such a pretty pose? Did you get Thoma to help you with the ribbon, hm?”

The accusation was false, but the shock of it caused an eruption of red to fill your face, hands waving up and down in denial.

“W—what? Why would I—?! I assure you he did not!”

Ayato’s sultry gaze morphed into that of hurt and betrayal; unnecessary guilt struck you in your chest.

“You look perfectly guilty to me, my dear. Before you plead innocence, I am willing to make you a deal. If you allow me to tie you up once more and have my way with you, I will forget about your betrayal. Sounds fair, hm?”

You gulped; it was hopeless. “Of course, Sir.”

艾尔海�� ✦ 𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: A perfectly choreographed photo; from a fleeting glance, it would appear to be a regular picture with an open book draped over your form. However, you knew Al Haitham was much more attentive than that. Your dripping pussy made a imperceptible appearance at the bottom of the polaroid, only just being cut off by the frame. The book was tilted deliberately so that a large amount of one breast was showing, the other remaining hidden by the leather-bound cover. It was a good effort to shock him, though, perhaps shock isn’t the correct word to use.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Al Haitham’s eyes squinted—so imperceptibly that the average person would never notice, but you did. You always did. A few seconds passed with his eyes analysing the picture, before firmly placing it facing down on his desk.

“What is this?” he asked sternly. His countenance seemed to remain composed if you blurred your sight, but slight twitches of his skin and furrowing of his brows gave him away. He was irked and aroused, a dangerous combination.

“It’s a gift! You don’t like it?” The faux innocence radiated off of you with ease; it was your favourite thing to do. Riling up your boyfriend might as well be your job title at this point.

“Hm. No, I don’t like it,” he rolled his eyes at the pout that materialised on your lips, “in fact, I hate it. It is extremely distracting. Attempting to whisk me away from my important work is an offence to the Akademiya, you know?”

Al Haitham’s eyes did one slow, suggestive rake over your body, and the air suddenly felt a lot thicker when they met your own pair of wide eyes.

“I did not mean to distract you….”

“Well, you have. Are you going to finish what you started, or would you prefer a week without cumming? The choice is yours, sweet girl.”

卡维 ✦ 𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: Arguably the least extravagant out of all these images; it is simply just a photo of you laying gracefully on your shared bed, sheet wrangled and ruffled. You are not nude—no, you wear one of Kaveh’s silky button up shirts. It is far too large, and rides up much too high. Your cunt is on show for the Kamera, and your nipples are hard behind the fabric.

It was taken with no malicious intent, but even you can see how it took a promiscuous turn when you gifted it to your lover.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Kaveh let out a shaky breath, eyes wide and flickering between both you and the photo in his hands.

“Fuck, baby. You are so gorgeous…”

You coyly shuffled from one foot to the other, a subtle heat traversing to your cheek. The arousal of the situation was really hitting you, and clearly, your boyfriend too.

“I took it just after you left this morning… I didn’t mean for it— it wasn’t meant to be so.. lewd, I swear!”

Kaveh took a deep breath of fresh air—a substance which appeared to suddenly be extremely scarce— and pulled you by your hips against him.

“I don’t care, I’m actually grateful. Archons, I’m gonna take this with me on long trips now, you know? I’ll be cumming for you all across Teyvat.”

A tiny yelp left your lips as your needy lover began to nibble your neck, hands lingering around your ass, much too close to your soaking hole.

“K—Kaveh…!”

It had only been a minute or less, but he had already turned you into a panting mess. He removed his head from the crevice of your neck for a moment, and admired the work of purple art he had created along your skin. For no apparent reason, he grinned. He met your eyes with a clear radiation of mischief, before asking shamelessly:

“Wanna recreate the photo? Though, my cum should make an appearance this time. Want the one you gave me, and a dirtier one. What do you say, hm?”

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[masuchu]

“𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒” [GENSHIN MEN]

ways that the genshin men fuck you on your period ‧₊˚

genre. filthy smut, period sex, mentions of blood (obv), mentions of overstim (childe), cunnilingus (childe), mentions of punishment sort of, body worship (kaveh), sort of brat taming ?? (wriothesley) reader is femaleeeee

characters. childe, zhongli, kaveh, wriothesley

love, masu. aaaaaa i am on my period rn so this is so so self indulgent . it is also filthy . felt very very shameful writing this . (◞‸◟) neuvillette was also supposed to be in this but i have bigger plans for him …

(公子) 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄 ‧₊˚

We all know Childe is a menace on the battlefield. Obsessed with combat, addicted to duelling. Can not form friendships without fighting the person first. Needless to say, his bloodlust is perpetual and never ending.

You never really expected it to traverse into the bedroom, though.

Childe looks feral. His eyes are wide and hungry, unfocused and utterly hypnotised by your pussy. He presses a thumb into your clit, ignoring your cries and pleads of sensitivity, and watches as a large glob of blood ooze out of you.

“Ajax, please. M’ sensitive, it hurts…Agh!”

He completely ignores you. After a moment of intense staring, his mouth is back on your throbbing pussy, slurping both your juices and your blood. It is filthy, completely taboo. So why do you like it so much? Why are your thighs clamping down onto his head, as though you wanted to squeeze him into nothing? Why are your moans echoing and rattling the room, surprising even yourself with the depth and pitch of them?

You are broken out of your daydreams by a malevolent bite on your clit. A compressing pain spikes across your body, yet with it comes such an addicting pleasure that your pleads become garbled and unintelligible.

“Ajax, please! Too much, please, please, p—please!”

“What are you begging for, pretty girl? You get what you’re given. Now, fancy shutting your pretty mouth before I shut it for you? Feel free to stop wriggling too!”

You can tell that the pause he took from devouring you angered him immensely, and though his words were spoken as if he was asking nicely, you know him.

You know him well enough to know he would not hesitate to ruin you if you didn’t listen.

“God, your blood is so pretty. Would never hurt you, so let me have this, yeah? Makes me so fucking horny, you don’t understand.”

And with that he is back to devouring you. Your wide eyes peer down and find that he is in fact, not looking at you. No, his attention is entirely on his meal. Blood is smeared all over his face, making him look so horribly sexy. It pains you to admit it. His pupils are dilated, you only just now notice his nails digging into your hips. Keeping you anchored on the bed. Keeping you vulnerable for him.

You think— as best as you can in your state— on his words. Of course, the throb in your core and desperation to cum makes you biased, but you conclude that maybe you should let him have this. He is focused on you, so the worst you will deal with is a few more orgasms than necessary, right?

You know what they say, never make decisions while you’re horny!

(钟离) 𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈 ‧₊˚

Zhongli loves you unconditionally. His love neither wavers nor falters, no matter what challenges the two of you face together. May it morph and evolve? Of course, but it is firm and loyal to you. And only ever to you.

So what does he care that you are on your period? He is still hungry— greedy — for you, and no amount of blood will stop him from having your sweet pussy sheathed on his cock.

“Zhongli, you really don’t have too— Ngh..”

The man in question presses a thumb onto your lips, effectively quieting you and leaving you shy and flushing. Hips roll up into you once more, his length hitting exactly where you love it. His eyes burn into you, filled with infatuation and lust. How is it possible that those eyes are locked onto you, of all people? You don’t dare question it, an endless fear of jinxing it.

“Do not have to what? I do not have to love my partner? To pleasure them, hm? I would rather lose everything than never be able to have you like this again, my dear.”

Zhongli’s hips roll into you again at the most opportune time; damn tease, he knows how much his tender words get to you. Unable to do much but take his punctual thrusts as and when they come, you wrap you arms around his neck and nuzzle into his chest. His own palms find themselves gripping your waist, carefully lifting you up with ease and hauling you down again, slamming his cock into you at the same time. The feeling paralyses you, but the worry of your blood still lingers in your mind.

“Are you sure you don’t mind? My blood will get every—Oh!” It’s a vexatious thing he does often, silencing you. Divesting you of your ability to speak coherently, and enkindling your heart slowly and maliciously. You aren’t sure you have ever finished a sentence he hasn’t wanted to hear. Not in bed, at least.

“I have seen enough blood in my days. Though, I am admittedly much more pleased to see yours in this way, rather than another. Do not worry yourself, I want to ravish you always. A little bit of blood will not put me off.”

At this his hips resume at a much faster pace, splitting you open on himself with no care of your hoarse whimpers. With each frantic thrust, he breathes heavier and your body is bounced higher and faster. His hands are always there to guide you, dropping your aching body down onto him again, again, and again. You allow your moans to fall out of your mouth and reverberate throughout the room, not at all coherent enough to fathom the mountain of pleasure you are feeling, let alone the noises you are making. All your can think about is that delicious pressure building up inside of you, and the slam of his cock in and out.

Needless to say, new sheets were purchased the next morning. And it has been harder to doubt Zhongli’s love for all aspects of you ever since.

(卡维) 𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇 ‧₊˚

“Does this feel better? Tell me what you want, love, I’ll give it to you.”

Kaveh’s fingers ruthlessly plunge into you, hitting places you didn’t even know existed. He had instructed you a few moments ago to hold your thighs for him, to allow him easier access. It didn’t register that it meant not only you couldn’t hold back your obscene moans, but also that he could bury himself so deep into you that you could taste him.

“You’re so beautiful like this… I wish I could sketch you. Another time. Keep moaning for me, pretty.”

The blonde in question had felt horrible all day. When he saw you occasionally hobble out of your room, hands gripping your stomach in attempt to stop the pain, his frown sunk deeper into his face. He had brought you everything you asked: ice cream, water, medication, kisses, new towels. Every deed was appreciated, but he couldn’t help wanting to do more. To take the pain away like a lover should.

A fitting explanation for how you found yourself in missionary with Kaveh’s fingers ambushing your pussy like no tomorrow, hm?

The blond in question traces his free hand along your shuddering body— squeezing any plush skin there is to squeeze, caressing absolutely anywhere you will allow him. Eyebrows furrowed, eyes concentrated. His pays attention to every beauty mark, every curve, every detail.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Every part of you is provocative, you know. Can’t believe this body of yours was in such pain, it’s cruel!”

His delicate fingers thrust into you again, such pretty hands turning you into a mess. It’s a humorous juxtaposition, really. His effortless beauty, and you— a moaning heap, heaving and sniffling like a whore. He wouldn’t agree, you knew he wouldn’t.

Before you can even contemplate how dirty and blooded his fingers will be, let alone complain, his lips press into yours and strangles your cries in a passionate kiss. He is not usually a biter, but he nips your lower lip and watches in awe as it bounces back, swollen and jutted. He swears on the Seven that you will kill him one day. You’re too goddamn sexy!

“Had me running around all day, when all you needed was this? Don’t worry, I’m not complaining, baby. Would run—fuck, a million miles around Sumeru City if you asked me too.”

A second hand rubs at your clit. Your body has been pushed so far up the bed from his fingers, that when your back arches from the new sensation, your head slams into the headboard. Writhing, wriggling, screaming. Nothing frees you from him, from what he’s giving you. Both the fingers in you and on you continue their ministrations rapidly, and all at once, everything becomes nothing, and then too much. The taut string in you core snaps, and a flurry of arousal overcomes you entirely.

You ignore how Kaveh’s eyes widen, how he bites his lips and groans out a slow ‘Fuuuuck..’. You have no mind to worry about how you look right now, every bodily function betraying you as you lay lifelessly on the satin sheets. Mindlessly, your eyes attract like magnets to the beauty of a man still above you. Though, what you see immediately rekindles the flame of arousal in you.

Kaveh, his fingers in his own mouth. Sucking, slurping, devouring the lewd mixture of your blood and slick. It’s completely vulgar, almost foul. And yet you can’t help the way your mind goes crazy for the potential of having his dick inside you.

“Ngh, you taste so good on my fingers. Gotta make you do that again…”

“W—what did I do…?”

“You squirted, love.”

(莱欧斯利) 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 ‧₊˚

Don’t get him wrong, Wriothesley feels extremely sympathetic for you. He can’t imagine having to undergo what is often excruciating pain, bleeding heavily and treacherous mood swings on the daily. Not to mention on top of his regular workload! It’s hell on earth, he’s sure of it, and he will do anything in his power to make life even a smidge easier for you.

But he can only withstand so much of your bratty behaviour. Only so many ‘Ugh, you’re so annoying!’s before he starts to tick. You are in pain, yes, but it isn’t his fault! You can only bully him for so long before it begins to get under his skin.

“Just needed something to fill you up, huh? Does it make it feel better, sweetheart? You’ve certainly lost your— ngh, spark now.”

Wriothesley slams into you so hard you body writhes, and the bed you were thrown upon only a couple of minutes ago seems to disappear beneath you. A floating sensation engulfs you, and you grip the sheets in a fear of loosing all ground. A chuckle leaves his lip and taunts you, but you can’t imagine snapping back before he is, yet again, pounding into you and plundering all ability to breathe.

“Where’s that brattiness gone now, hm? If it’s still there, be sure to let me know. I’d be happy to fuck it out of you. Fuck, my cock is covered in your blood…”

The sight of your ichor coating his length entirely spurs him on, if his borderline monstrous thrusts are anything to go by. An overwhelming nothing settles in your brain, absolutely nothing except him, him, him, and the pleasure he is blessing you. Your lewd moans echo throughout the room, intensifying when his fingers travel down to press mean circles onto your clit. A divine surge of arousal flows through your body, and all at once, an orgasm swallows you whole.

“Cum for me, that’s it. Good girl.”

Lifelessly, your body flops onto the bed, no longer able to sustain the position on your hands and knees. With a few more bone rattling thrusts, Wriothesley finally reaches his peak and fills you up with his thick cum. He rides out his high with short little grinds, before joining you in succumbing to the comfort of the bed. The pads of his fingertips traces patterns along your arm before travelling up to caress your face. It’s hard to talk with the helplessly lovestruck and spent daze your brain is under, and with your face pushed into the pillow, but you meekly moan out;

“M’ sorry for shouting at you, Wrio. Didn’t mean it, I promise.”

“It’s perfectly okay, missy. Wouldn’t have an excuse to feel how tight you at this time if you didn’t.”

You scoff into the bed and let out a muffled insult, something along the lines of “dirty scoundrel.” Wriothesley pinches your hip, but he isn’t angry. He just chuckles breathily. The silence is tender and soft, until:

“Fuck, will this blood stain my clothes?”

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[masuchu]

“𝐒𝐔𝐀 𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀, 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐔𝐒” [AL HAITHAM & KAVEH]

are you supposed to feel bad when al haitham blows your back out, but leaves kaveh with nothing but a sore, aching cock? ‧₊˚

genre. smut, rough sex, bondage (kaveh is tied to a chair), implied punishment for kaveh, al haitham is mean, orgasm denial for kaveh, ig cuckholding too ?? kaveh is being bullied

characters. al haitham & kaveh (intended as poly, but can be read as a regular threesome)

love, masu. i’ve been going feral for these two as a duo recently, they work so perfectly …. anywho !! this was written in like an hour lol, the pussy power came through

“See, Kaveh? This is what happens to good girls. You wouldn’t be in this predicament if you had just behaved to begin with.”

Al Haitham sends another violent thrust of his cock into your sore little cunt, the vibrations of the action expanding throughout your body and numbing your brain so perfectly. His smooth palm pushes at the small of your back in a gentle, yet warning request for you to arch for him. You do— you’re his good girl after all— but the position allows for his cock to penetrate you further and slam into places you didn’t even know existed.

Your eyes wander up to the sobbing blonde less than a metre in front of you. His eyes, red-rimmed from crying, skin chafed from pulling at the rope binding him to the wooden chair at the end of the bed, hair tussled from sweating. But above all else, your gaze lingers on his throbbing cock. It looks painful, as though any longer watching you get you get fucked into insanity would cause him to explode. You aren’t sure about the intricacies, but Al Haitham had implemented some form of elemental binding along his cock, a prevention from cumming. Even if his orgasm came only at the sight of you, he had been bad, and that was that.

Al Haitham must have noticed your gaze flickering above, because he suddenly includes the tortured man into conversation once more.

“When you’re a brat, you don’t get cock. It’s—ngh, simple,” Al Haitham tauntingly taps your cheek with two soiled fingers, pinching meanly when you don’t respond, “Tell him, angel. C’mon, are you really that fucked out?”

“W—when you’re—Agh!”

Oh, he certainly did not make it easier for you. As you begin your sentence, he pulls his length out of you so only the tip remains, taking a moment to admire your red-raw pussy, before maliciously burying himself into your sopping entrance once more.

“When you’re bad—Ngh, you don’ get, mnh, fucked!”

Kaveh looks shattered at your betrayal, believing that you out of both of his partners would take pity on him. He sniffles brokenly, and whimpers through your panties that were shoved into his mouth as a makeshift gag. The sight of his devastation snaps your good girl resolve.

“Kaveh, baby— M’ sorry! Didn’t mean it, please forgive me—Agh!”

A blood-curdling thrust halts your misbehaviour. Al Haitham tuts bitterly, before manhandling your body onto your front. His hand is heavy on the back of your head, even more so as he pushes your face into the sheets. The pace of his thrusts increase tenfold, obscene squelching noises cascading throughout the four walls of the bedroom.

Even with the muffling of the bed bellow you, your lewd moans and whimpers fill the greedy ears of both the man on top of you, and the one being tortured in front of you. Though unable to see him, you can hear his whimpers. Each pornographic slap of skin on skin morphs into unadulterated pleasure that corses through your body like an untameable tide.

“Why are you being kind to him? Did he not fuck you without my permission? Your beautiful face is going to stay in these sheets until you learn wrong from right. For your sake, I do hope you are a fast learner.”

2024 © masuchu , do not repost, reword, plagiarise, take inspiration, translate or share my work anywhere!

[masuchu]

ranpo... he's sosooososoooo SO cute, need to sit in his lap and kiss him all over this instant or I'll explode

love, masu. ugh nonnie i agree so much. i just wanna bite his cheeks like mochi grrr

genre. fluff n smut! latter is under the cut :)) warnings listed there too <3 not proofread, there may be mistakes !!

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐎, who expects kisses and love like a petulant child, ever the receiver in a relationship. He leans his body back on his office chair, uncaring about the many people still remaining at the agency, and begs for your attention. Will also resort to poking and pinching!

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐎, who basks in your aroma and pecks, uncaring for your whines of “We have work to do..” and “More?!” . If you stop for any moment— or God forbid attempt to leave his lap, he groans so loudly that you have no choice but to carry on tending to him in fear of provoking Kunikida.

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐎 who tastes like the sweetest candy, the sugary goodness transferring when he turns your little smooches into greedy, passionate kisses. “Can you guess what I taste like?~ Nope, wrong! You’ll have to kiss me some more then!”

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐎, who falls asleep in your hold, but knows when you leave him. He has some form of extra terrestrial senses, and his eyes will shoot open if you try to inch away. Deafening, childish whines ensue. “Hey, where are you going! Were you gonna leave me? So heartless! Now kiss me again!!”

warnings. nsfw!!, lazy but mean dom ranpo, riding, pinching, overstimulation, teasing

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐎, who watches intently while you ride him— a lollipop in his mouth, viridescent eyes fixed on your body. His hands wander occasionally, two fingers may come up to pinch your waist or caress your bottom lip, but they usually remain resting at the back of his head.

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐎, who asks you completely unrelated questions whilst you are suffering, trying desperately to keep up the pace he demanded of you. “Steamed & creamed raspberry bun… hmmm. Have you ever tried this, honey? Hey, I asked you a question! Don’t go dumb on me now~”

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐎, who’s stamina surprises you immensely. He is completely relentless, horrendously cruel, and almost unfeeling. “Please, Ranpo— It’s t-too much!” Your pleads meet malicious ears, his only response being a violent thrust up— sending your body into a temporary paralysis, and a greedy pout. “You can’t be giving up now? I still have so many snacks to eat, you need to carry on until I’m finished! If you’re good, I’ll reward you~”

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐎 who’s sleepy senses make a second appearance, this time in a much more lewd manner. “Keep me warm while I sleep, kay’?” You naïvely conjectured that this would be your chance to finally be able to rest you sore, throbbing cunt and catch your breath. Wrong. Penetrating eyes slash into you as you carefully try to slip his shaft out of you. “Where do you think you’re going, sugar?”

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[masuchu]

“𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄” [GENSHIN MEN]

what puppy traits do your genshin boyfriends have? ‧₊˚

genre. fluff!! so fluffy it hurts

characters. kaeya, zhongli, wriothesley

love, masu. guys this was originally meant to have so many more characters TwT then i just made it all of my bf’s ugh can you blame me 😞 lmk if you want a pt. 2 !!

(凯亚) 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀 ‧₊˚

We all know Kaeya has the attention span of a overexcited pup, so it’s not at all surprising that he ditches his paperwork and comes to bother you with licks, bites and love!

When you’re occupied, he pokes you for attention. When you’re mad, he nibbles on your neck to tame you. And when you’re being cute, he pounces on you and teases you about your adorable expressions.

Follows you around, but not like a lost puppy. No, more like a puppy on a mission. He has to be wherever you are, because how else is he going to entertain himself and bother you? Alone? Impossible!

He knows you love it, too. He’ll flirt with you and test your patience, saying in his delectable voice, “Oh, you hate me? Your heartbeat says otherwise~”

Lovestruck when you decide to return his irritating antics! Bite him back, fight fire with fire? Oh, his eyes burst out of their sockets! But beware, once he’s over his devoted haze, he doubles his teases. Triples, in some cases. What? You wouldn’t have fought back if you didn’t want to start a war!!

All in all, he really is a loveable little puppy. A hopelessly jarring one? Yes, but a loveable one all the same.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘:

“Hah! A puppy? Cute. However, I recall you mentioning last week just how much you love and adore puppies, am I wrong? Does that mean, perhaps, it is the same case for I? Ah, love, I’m truly flattered~”

(钟离) 𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈 ‧₊˚

A devoted puppy. Not so much a golden retriever, but more like a guide dog. Wants to assist you in all ways he can, admire you silently, and remain with you always.

He stays firmly, yet loosely at your side almost all the time. A hand gripped on your waist, the remnants of bites littered along your neck, his chin on your shoulder while you work.

How can he help it? He knows exactly what you need (at least he thinks he does), he must tend to you at all hours of the day. There have been countless occasions of him cancelling your appointments without permission, all for time with you.

It’s hard to resist him when his reasonings are so romantic! Sometimes you question wether he has some form of separation anxiety, but you have come to realise it is more of a separation dislike.

He aids you on what to buy at the market at Liyue Harbour, will not be offended when you choose something else. He will praise your taste in tea, and keep a loyal hand on your waist the entire walk home. 

He will tell you about the history of Liyue, how the age-old flowers resemble you. You smile. It sets him at ease. A tender pup, lives to make you happy.

A surprisingly clingy pup, too. Sometimes you wake up with arm weaved around your body like the finest linen, some days, his entire top half is pressed right onto your chest! His excuse is that he must have gotten cold in the night, but you know he adores holding you.

He is an irresistible puppy, it is hard to stay mad at him. His handsome face, his perfectly chosen words… ugh!

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘:

“Oh? I have never been compared to such an animal. I am… intrigued. Please, tell me what about me resembles the creature.”

(莱欧斯利) 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 ‧₊˚

Wriothesley swears that he is not a jealous, nor a particularly nervous or anxious lover. If so, why does he seem to inch closer to you and let out what seems to be a growl whenever a potential threat comes close you to you?

(What he deems to be a potential threat, anyways.)

He is such a cute, little guard dog! Hellbent on protecting you when it matters, and equally as persistent on keeping you all to himself when it is probably not that necessary!

He nibbles your skin on occasion, too. Gentle nips, flirtatious and teasing, and painstakingly canine! He does not shy away from admitting that he wants to mark you, either! Tells you plainly, and grins at your blush.

Having to spend almost all of his time at the Fortress of Meropide, it is often that a messenger is sent up above land to collect you under the pretences of ‘The Duke has a very important matter he would like to discuss with you.’ Yeah right.

You are met with the same cheeky grin when you waltz into his office; full of need, puppy-like excitement that he somehow manages to keep down, but slightly begging and desperate.

Like Zhongli, he is a tending puppy. He likes to watch your every, minuscule reaction to certain teas, his kisses, jokes he makes, etc. He makes countless mental notes, and always knows how to be a dutiful pup!

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘:

“A puppy, huh? I’ve been called many things, but that is certainly new for me. Though, I don’t hate the idea of being your guard dog, it gives me an excuse to have you with me at all times…”

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[masuchu]

“𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆?” [WRIOTHESLEY]

what happens when your gaze is hopelessly bound to those seemingly innocent, but inexplicably lewd handcuffs your boyfriend constantly carries around with him? ‧₊˚

genre. smut! nothing actually happens, but the entire thing is extremely suggestive, mentions of bondage & punishment, manhandling lol

pairing. wriothesley x reader

love, masu. ah, i think this is an amazing way to get myself back into writing on this blog again! my real writing style is finally being shown haha, none of that sickly, too cute stuff. hope you enjoy!!!!! let me know if you want a part two :))

Wriothesley always spoke with such a sultry, sickening tone that left you feeling your heartbeat in places you usually do not. Perhaps the gentle rasp was what left you so at his mercy? Or maybe, the simple yet defined vocabulary he used when explaining his day, or in other, more intimate moments, what he would like to do to you.

Having said all of this, why could you care not a shred for his words this very moment? Why were absolutely none of his sentences registering in you hazed mind? Instead of paying attention like a lover should, you had your hungry eyes pinned on those alluring, metal cuffs dangling from his belt. The images they conjure, the activities they connote: it all left you salivating and shuddering in the office of the infamous Duke. (Or in terms more personal to you, your lover.)

“Like I said, the prisoners become rowdy when they get bored. I’ll need to implement— Sweetheart, are you listening?” Wriothesley’s eyes dragged across your abnormal, quivering form and he mentally concluded that something was … distracting you.

You jumped out of fear of your daydreams being exposed, but also in mild concern of the daydreams themselves and their insatiable nature. Nodding fast like a guilty toddler, you blurted,

“Oh, I have never been better! Whatever gives you the impression I am not okay?”

The man in question took a careful glance at your wide, doe eyes and stiff form. Suddenly, his head tipped back just an inch or two, and a low chuckle departed from his lips. (The action having a much more arousing effect on your nether regions than you would ever admit.)

“I said ‘are you listening’, not ‘are you okay’. Well done for exposing yourself, sweetness.”

If only he knew what else you were hiding, you thought gravely to yourself. In a naïve belief that he had unknowingly saved you from a mortifying admission, you attempted to go along with his interpretation of your abnormality.

“How silly of me! I really am not with it-!”

Your hips were suddenly locked in solid grip, hard enough to invoke deep, purple bruises along your skin, and you were yanked into a firm but comfortable chest. A chest you knew all too well.

“Also, don’t think I didn’t noticed the way you were looking at my handcuffs, pretty. Got something you wanna’ tell me?”

“You’re mistaken, I— It was simply a one time glance! Absolutely nothing to do with—!”

Your boyfriend removed one hand from your waist and weaved the remaining arm tightly around your waist entirely, keeping you firm against him. His now free hand took a delicate hold of your jaw, and whilst lifting it up his face travelled closer to yours. His hot breath fanned over your lips, and all you wanted for him to rearrange your guts then and there.

“Ah, and now you’re lying? Lying is not very becoming, especially not on you. It makes you bad, and do you know what I do to bad girls?”

His ragged yet stylish hair, his impenetrable, piercing eyes, his strong hold on your body. The physique of a God, you thought. Every aspect of him, how his eyes were intently fixes on yours, waiting for you to answer his question, to use your words— as he was always so keen on you doing. It all came together to allow you to blurt out such a meek, pitiful and uncertain whimper,

“You punish them, Your Grace?”

A devilish smirk tugged on his lips.

“Clever girl. Your little … imaginations might just be brought to life far earlier then you expected. Now strip.”

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[masuchu]

“𝐙𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒” [BSD MEN]

what happens when the bsd men’s gf gets zoomies? ‧₊˚

genre. fluff !! kinda silly ngl . perhaps ooc but idk

characters. dazai, chuuya & fyodor

love, masu. this has been rotting in my drafts for sooooo long!! i polished it off and i love it now!! it’s a very stupid idea, but who even cares

(大哉) 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 ‧₊˚

Zoomies are contagious for this man. When you start sprinting around your shared apartment for absolutely no apparent reason, he questions nothing and joins you.

As much as he finds it amusing to sit back and watch you run around like a toddler, he feels the childish longing to join you bubbling up inside him.

When you crash into things? He crashes into them too! You’ll clean later, for now, he’s perfectly content to copy your strange antics.

However, he can only last so long running around like a lunatic. He will be worn out by the end of your spree!

“Bella, how are you still going? I feel like I’m going to die…”

You halted your movements and peered down amused at your heaving boyfriend, strewn out clumsily on your sofa.

“Aw, can’t keep up Samu’?” You teasingly muttered against your lover’s lips, much too close to escape without being gripped firmly and ambushed with kisses.

“Haha! Leave me alone!” You giggled at the ticklish feeling of his lips teasing all around your face.

“So long as you stay here with me and stop giving yourself whiplash~”

You giggled again. “For you.”

(中也) 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 ‧₊˚

Oh my god, not a day goes by where you don’t severely decrease the concentration of braincells in this man’s head.

When suddenly begin to dart around his million dollar apartment with seemingly zero spacial nor social awareness, you actually stun him.

Jaw dropped, eyes switching from wide to squinted every few seconds, completely and utterly speechless.

What the fuck were you doing?? This man loves you with every fibre of his being, every inch of his soul— however, sometimes you really do make him question if you were, well, okay.

When he gets over his initial shock, he shakes his head and pretends it never happened. He may chuckle and call you something along the lines of ‘damn weirdo’, but he really does love you and your oddness!

Your heavy breaths are all that can be heard throughout the room, hands on your hips in attempt to allow more oxygen into your lungs.

“Ah! I’m so tired, what are you drink— Why are you looking at me like that?”

You finally take notice of your boyfriend’s humorously perplexed stare, and shake your head at his expression.

“What on earth was that?!”

“What was what?”

Chuuya blink twice and lets his head fall back, allowing a mix of a groan and a laugh to escape his lips.

“Forget about it.”

(费奥多尔) 𝐅𝐘𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑 ‧₊˚

Fyodor tends to allow you to do your thing in these situations.

He understands you aren’t looking for attention, your nerves are just going haywire. So long as you don’t break anything or kill anyone (anyone important, at least), he is perfectly content with carrying on with his work and leaving you to your devices.

That is, until you do break something.

The torment you put this man through is humorous, considering his occupation and life goals. He prays he may live one day without something happening.

“What, exactly, am I looking at?”

You look down at the shattered vase on the floor, and let out a shaky laugh. A laugh that was more of a ‘shit! I am in trouble’ rather than a ‘this is very funny’.

“Urm. Well, I sort of crashed into the table. And then, it kind of, very much fell off and shattered.”

A moment that was much too long for you liking passed by painfully. You shuffled from foot to foot, and placed you gaze anywhere but your lovers face. It was not in Fyodor’s nature to feel empathy, but he didn’t care about the vase. And he supposed it would be a hassle to deal with you in an apologetic and guilty state…

“It is fine, I didn’t care for it much. Though, please refrain from destroying any more of my ceramics when you continue… doing whatever you were doing.”

“I will try. And it’s called ‘zoomies’!”

“….Right.”

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[masuchu]

“𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐃𝐀𝐘” [ZHONGLI]

what happens when you propose the idea of being zhongli’s birthday gift and letting him have you however he likes? ‧₊˚

genre. smut! very dom zhongli, mentions of punishment, kinda bratty reader, birthday sex!!! , mentions of dragon!zhongli, manhandling?, marking, roughness, biting, he cums inside, just pure filth ig, reader is afab and described as a woman !!!!!!!!!

pairing. zhongli x reader

love, masu. ohohoho. how could i not write a little something for my love? on his birthday? teehee, i hope you guys enjoy! lmk if there are any typos UGH

“I’m afraid I don’t understand, my dear. Are you insinuating you wish to celebrate my birthday by engaging in intimacy?”

You sighed at Zhongli’s blunt and perplexed words. Dating a man who had lived through many a millennia absolutely had it perks; it wasn’t everyday you could hear the history of tea distillery and other obscure topics. But in times like these, you really struggled to explain things that were a bit more ‘in this day an age’ to your ancient lover. Especially things regarding sexual matters.

“No, it’s— Because it is your birthday, the idea is that I am your present! That you can enjoy, um, however you like…”

“But you already gave me a present?”

A groan escaped your lips, “I know I did! It’s not literal, more— conceptual? I’m not actually your gift, I’m giving you a chance to let your fantasies run wild, for term of phrase. Do you understand?”

One of his gloved hands traversed up to his lips, and he gave the lower one a gentle tap of consideration. “I think I understand. It is less of a tradition or a custom, but more of a way for you to treat me in a more intimate manner, because it is my birthday. Am I correct?”

A gentle yet flirtatious smile engulfed your face. “You are correct, indeed. Sooo, will you … take me up on my offer?”

Zhongli’s eyes were overcome by an imperceptible change, so subtle and abrupt that no regular person would have noticed it. But you weren’t any regular person, you were his prized lover. The only soul in Teyvat that has ever had such a firm and unshakeable grip on his heart, leaving him with an inconsolable ache in his being whenever he was not with you. You understood him and saw every twitch or flip of his mood, no matter the size. So, that raging fire set you alight in his eyes did not go misunderstood. He wanted you.

“I think I shall take you up on your generous offer. But you may regret allowing me such freedom over your body tonight. It seems you are the only person capable of stripping me of my prided self control.”

You would have swooned over Zhongli’s words if it weren’t for the rasp in which they were spoken, the way his eyes traversed over your now quivering form, and the warning he gave that seemed to have left his lips calmly, yet seductively.

One of his arms suddenly wound around your waist, the other creeping up to take a stiff hold on your jaw; it juxtaposed greatly with the gentle caress of his thumb on your lower lip.

“I want you to go upstairs, undress completely, and wait for me on the bed. I will be up with you shortly. And believe me, I will not be going easy on you tonight. It is my birthday after all, and you are my gift. Do you understand, my dear?”

A humorous gulp resounded throughout the room, you embarrassingly realised that you were the source of the noise.

“Yes, sir.”

The wait felt like an eternity. The soft bed sheets you were perched on prettily were no consolation or comfort to the uncomfortable ache in your core; in fact, they only fuelled on your lewd imaginations of gripping them whilst Zhongli’s cock pounded into you mercilessly.

God, you were an enemy unto yourself. Why were you so hellbent on fuelling your own neediness and loss of coherent thought? Your pussy throbbed with greed and impatience, and without thinking of the consequences, you began to rut subtly and clumsily with into the soft duvet. Unbeknownst to you…

“I am disappointed. Misbehaving on my birthday, my love? I was only gone for a minute or two.”

An awful squeak was plundered from your lips, your cheeks warm and flushed having been caught red handed. You halted your ministrations and began to plead for forgiveness.

“Zhongli, I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to, I swear—“

Your begs were cut off when a forceful hand ran through your hair and tugged your head backwards. Zhongli’s grip was not harsh enough to cause pain in your scalp, but you understood the intention of his action. It was a warning.

“Morax, is what you shall call me tonight. You must show me proper respect on my birthday. And I am willing to ignore your little… mishap, so long as you are on your best behaviour for the remainder of tonight. Isn’t that generous, hm?” His words reverberated and echoed throughout the room, soothing and tender, but filled with undertones and reminders of his power and heavy dislike of disobedience. The underlying threat of punishment almost compelled you to spend tonight pushing his buttons and testing his thin patience, drawing out his harsher hits and crude tongue.

Almost.

“Very generous, Morax. How would like to— how do you want me?” You whimpered, his dominance having an extremely powerful effect on your slowly escaping pride and dignity.

“Ah, offering yourself up so plainly? I am honoured my love. On your back, please. I would like to see the expressions my gift makes when I ravish it tonight.”

Oh Archons. A sudden rush of wetness overwhelmed your aching cunt, jaw falling humiliatingly wide at his lewd speech. You remembered his order when he gave a you a gentle tap and a raised eyebrow, and you scrambled to present yourself on your back, pussy entirely on display to your partner’s hungry eyes. A dreadful moment of incomprehensible staring ensued before Zhongli finally uttered words that left you even more shamelessly horny than you even thought was possible,

“Absolutely exquisite. Hold your legs up for me, my hands are going to be occupied.”

You did exactly as you were told, like an obedient pet. Something aggravatingly inexplicable about Zhongli made you want to heed to his every call, devote your entire life to him, and pleasure him at every waking moment. Of course, that was impossible. You were an independent woman, and in normal circumstances where you were capable of rational thought, you were always firm about working and making a living for yourself— Zhongli always in agreement with this. But in lustful moments like these, when his pretty digits travelled to your slit and traced along it like he was inspecting a gem, when his other palm encompassed your breast and kneaded them softly? You desired nothing but to be a pampered little cum slut for your precious Geo Archon.

On the other hand, Zhongli was in turmoil. His hard on was uncomfortably trapped in the confines of his trousers, and his mind was dazed with possibly draconic, but absolutely primal urges to fuck you into a pitiful mess. His fingers roughly shoved into your hole, and your drawn out moan was nothing but pleasure to his ears.

“Aren’t you so lovely? Always so obedient— well, mostly. So beautiful spread out like this for me. Carry on making that face, and I won’t be able to wait any longer, darling.”

You couldn’t take his incessant rambling any longer. Could he not just ram you into next year already?!

“Then don’t! Please— I’m begging, just fuck me already! You made me wait, won’t you have mercy on me, Morax?”

Your cries were silenced by a soft pair of lips harshly planted onto yours. The Archon’s tongue traversed your mouth and his canines bit into your lower lip. All the while, his fingers were still plunging in and out of your wet pussy, causing horrendously lewd squelching noises to ricochet off of every wall in your extravagant shared bedroom.

Too caught up in pleasure to notice, you realised to late that Zhongli had taken his rock solid cock out of his pants, only registering the act when he roughly slammed it into you.

“Ah! Zhong— Morax, please!” You had no idea what you were begging for. Less? More? Both at the same time? Your brain was clouded with pleasure, nothing but cock and kisses appearing.

“What are you begging for, my love? You can’t possibly by overwhelmed now. I warned you that I was holding nothing back with you today. Were you listening, or is my cock that pleasurable you have gone dumb?”

“Ngh! Shut— ah, up!”

You regretted your words as soon as they left your bitten lips. Zhongli’s hips slammed vigorously into you, his balls slapping against your ass, and he hit the perfect spot— before stopping entirely.

“My apologies, I must’ve misheard you. You couldn’t possibly have told me to ‘shut up’ just now, hm?”

A rough thrust censored any answer you could have possibly given.

“Not when you have been so good? Not when you are spread out so divinely for me? So at my mercy? Enlighten me, my love, would you really like to find yourself tied down for hours, left with nothing but what I have already given you, whilst I resume my work?”

A sharp pinch at your clit told you the question was not rhetorical. “No, Morax! I am so sorry, I wasn’t thinking—“

“No, I didn’t think you were. Are you going to let me enjoy my gift without any further interruptions?”

“Yes— Agh!”

You could not even utter another syllable before your lover was pounding into you once more. With every snap of his hips, a new spot within you was discovered and abused so harshly you could think of nothing but him, him, him.

His still gloved finger perused over your clit, a string of heightened pleasure dangling above you so meanly. Zhongli did not care, his fingers danced along your sensitive area whilst his lips came down to you once more, this time to leave deep, red marks along your neck. At a long, desperate whine, the God chuckled and pressed down skilfully onto your sore bud.

“Zhongli! Oh my— please, please, please, please!”

“Are you going to cum, dearest? You have my permission, you are allowed to— ngh, come whenever you like. Paint my cock with your juices, I need it.”

His words, his thrusts, his lips on your neck, scenting you. It was all so much, too much. A familiar yet arguably foreign feeling bubbled up in your core. A fervid ache began to grow inside you, encouraged by Zhongli’s never ending praise and vulgar words. His resolve was beginning to crumble, too. You could tell vaguely through your state of disrepair and desperation that his moans were becoming louder, his thrusts ever so slightly sloppier. As if you had been transported to another dimension, everything that had built up began to burst.

“Ah, yes! Cum for me, darling. Don’t hold back, give your Archon everything.”

A screen of white filled your vision, unable to think, unable to feel, unable to breathe. You barely noticed Zhongli’s orgasm happening simultaneously, not until a burst of hot, gooey liquid erupted inside you. Everything felt holy, indescribably divine. The same climax Zhongli had effortlessly brought you to innumerable times, it whirled within you and left you completely immobile. A moment passed before Zhongli carefully fell on top of you, moving to avoid suffocating your almost lifeless form.

A moment of heavy breaths and mutual tenderness passed before Zhongli took at glance at your sore body and spoke,

“Ah, are you in any pain, my dear? I do hope I made you feel the amount of pleasure I felt.”

You breathily chuckled, “You did. Archons, you absolutely did.”

Zhongli came closer a smiled against your lips, before saying in a deepened, all too familiar tone,

“Then I do hope you are not too sensitive. I still have much in mind for my… gift. Remember to never underestimate the stamina of an Archon, my dear. Now, on your front.”

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[masuchu]

“𝐈, 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓” [DAZAI OSAMU]

dazai has searched for an escape his entire life, but most especially during the night. perhaps, you may grant him his wish? ‧₊˚

genre. smut, mental illness themes, lazy/sleepy fucking, almost somnopholia ?? , defo one of my less filthy things

character. dazai osamu

love, masu. guys do u ever fall in love with your own writing???? i love this SO much . i dont wanna toot my horn but i think this is pretty …

Dazai can not sleep. Some may call it insomnia, he prefers to describe it as being nocturnal. The humour is ever present in the phrase, many turning a blind eye and scoffing at his childish antics. You have been the only one to ever understand; it’s easy to sleep in the comfort of a bustling world, and it’s easier to feel alone in it’s silence.

You do not share his predicament. He gazes down upon you: cheek smushed endearingly against the pillow, nose twitching subconsciously. He’s often happy to remain like that, just looking at you. But some nights, his thoughts torment him. There is no peace in the world at rest, only torture.

So don’t be surprised when you awake at ungodly hours of the night and his hands are roaming freely over your body; he swears that some evenings, the moon shines only on the two of you. It’s telling us to put on a show, he says.

His thrusts are messy, their rhythm fervent and sporadic. If he were in any regular state of mind, they would be calculated; the type that left you quivering and whimpering in his grasp. But he is not himself, he is the beast that the moonlight has turned him into.

“You’re so perfect, ‘Samu. Ah— so pretty.”

“Mm, you flatter me, Bella.”

Your breathy chuckle turns to a weighty moan, a sultry one. His bandaged fingers begin to rub teasing circles on your clit, face in your shoulder, teeth and tongue devouring the flesh of your neck. It’s hard to breathe, with him inside and on top of you. Pressed so tightly, his fear of the night destroying you. A guilt weights on his shoulder that he’s disturbed you, you might’ve been dreaming. He’s shown you what he becomes when the sun falls; a pathetic, lonely man. But he doesn’t— can’t— care when you’re clenching so tightly around his cock.

“It’s not—Ah— flattery. I love you, makes me sad you’re still awake—Ngh!”

“I was watching you. Is that such a crime, my love?”

There he goes. Missing the point. Playing dumb to your care, pretending he’s okay.

“Watching me so you don’t have to care about yourse—Agh!”

A slow, malicious grind of his hips rattles your body. Shakes your nerves and leaves you dizzy and heaving. You know what he’s doing, you don’t push the topic. Perhaps, on a rainy day you’ll ask again. When he isn’t escaping the misery of his memories. For now, isn’t the drag of his length against your sensitive walls so amazing?

“No, I was watching you. Now let me finish what I started, okay?”

“Mkay, ‘Samu.”

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[masuchu]

“𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖” [ZHONGLI]

the day is dismal and monotonous, but inside with zhongli, you find he makes it so very much brighter. ‧₊˚

genre. fluff, very very intimate <3

character. zhongli

love, masu. literally just wrote this entire thing in an hour. the brainrot was so ginormous . love writing for my husband cause it gives me an excuse to write in chinese :b i hope you like it <3

It was a particularly cold day in Liyue. Perhaps, not so much cold, but dreary, drizzly and engulfed by a sky of dull grey. When once, your mood would have been dragged down as though by an invisible anchor at the horrible atmosphere, you found yourself pleased at the chance to stay inside and rest your soul.

But, you suppose, you never had Zhongli before.

Your palms found themselves warmed as you lifted the teacup to your lips. Misty garden. An acquired taste, but easily recognisable and a flavour you have grown fond of. It reminded you of him, and that was enough. You gulped down the liquid and found yourself staring at the man— the him—seated on the other side of the table. His lips pursed in focus, slender fingers tracing over his page, the way his honey eyes went from right to left, then up towards you— Oh.

“Can I help you, dearest one?”

That dreaded nickname. It worked wonders on your heart. It left the threads of his love wrapped around you pulling tighter, your blood flowing faster.

“No, sorry. I didn’t realise I was staring. Please don’t let me distract you, love.”

“I was growing uninterested anyways, you have not distracted me. What is on your mind, dearest?”

A sigh of several unidentifiable emotions left your lips— content, love, adoration, melancholy, inextinguishable bliss. All mixed up together, dissolved like the finest tea. You couldn’t dream of diluting the blend, not when it is the most tender intimacy that has ever overcame you.

“Nothing I have the ability to put into words. I am simply very, very happy right now.” Zhongli smiled faintly at your words, and you couldn’t dream of holding back the one that graced your lips at the sight. He was contagious, a disease of ancient origin, an incurable illness that had taken such unshakable control over your body. You hoped he knew.

He put down his book gently, saving the page with a bookmark. Now free and unoccupied, his fingers lifted into a ‘come hither’ motion. You moved, of course you moved. Stood before him in benign embarrassment, he pulled your waist firmly so you needn’t do it yourself.

Newly perched on his lap, his hand traced over your features. It was one of his favourite things to do, you noticed. To memorise you, understand you. He relished in the twitch of your nose when ran his knuckles down the bridge, the gentle furrow in your brows when he halted to hold your cheek. You always indulged him and his curiosity.

However, this time, he stopped early. Your confused look amused him, and he chuckled quietly yet deeply as his face came closer to yours. His lips began pressing fleeting kisses all over your face: your cheek, your temple, your eyelids, your nose… No place on the map of your visage was left unexplored by Zhongli. No place except your lips.

“I am very, very happy too. Though the weather is sombre, you shine through it, 亲爱的.”

“Oh, please kiss me.”

He chuckled again, ever the tease. “How can I refuse when you ask so favourably?”

It wasn’t sudden, he prolonged it maliciously. His tender knuckles grazed your cheek, his arm pressed you tighter against him. Honey glazed eyes met with yours for one final moment. And then it happened. Misty garden flourished on your taste buds once again, this time in away you could never begin to get bored of. You would kiss him forever, if he would let you. If forever was an option. Your hands went to either side of his face, holding on in fear that he was going to fade to ash beneath you. He never did. You wouldn’t let him. The kiss lingered for a moment as you both kept your lips perfectly close, eyes firmly locked, before he pushed your face into the crook of his neck and uttered words you would lock away in your heart for eternity.

“你是我最珍贵的宝石. 请留下来陪我.”

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:

亲爱的 : dearest/beloved/honey

你是我最珍贵的宝石. 请留下来陪我 : you are my most precious gem, please stay with me

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[masuchu]

“𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒” [GENSHIN MEN]

donut dates and sugary smooches with the genshin men ‧₊˚

genre. fluff

characters. zhongli, xiao, diluc, al haitham, cyno

love, masu. i keep doing such unnecessary writing when i should be doing my ktober OOPS !! anyways i’ve had this idea in my head for ages i hope u guys like it :33

𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈 smiles fondly as you munch on your donuts, cheeks puffed and fulfilment laced through your features. “are you enjoying those?” he asks amusingles, and your face flushes pink with slight embarrassment. “mm! do you wan’ try some?” he lets out a breathy chuckle at your slurred words and gives a nod of agreement, gesturing for you to feed him. as soon as the sugary treat reaches his lips, he takes a decent sized bite and he definitely enjoys it— if his little ‘mmh..’ was anything to go by! he chews for a moment or two and then gives you a bashful look “..would you like to get some more?”

𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎 has two weaknesses in this world. you— his love, his sun, the light of his life, and sweets. a pair of eyes bore into you, burning with childish jealousy and hope. you turn around smiling, giggling at his cute pout and cat-like face, “xiao, are you hungry?” the question shocks him, his face flushing and eyes averting, a small “hungry? of course not.” muttered from his lips. “you sure? i guess i’ll just have the rest off these—!” “wait!” his eyes meet yours for a moment before they turn away, “can i… have a bite? please?” a giggle leaves your lips, “of course!”

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 takes a bite out of his donut, munching slowly for a few moments and smiling slightly in delight. it doesn’t take long for him to notice you staring at him with a grin laced over your features. “..what?” he asks hesitantly, admittedly a little bit fearful of your mischievous look. “you’ve got sugar on your lips, babe.” oh. before he can lift a hand to wipe at the residue on his lips, his eyes widen when he feels your own press a quick peck against his, licking your lips afterwards with a small ‘mm! tastes good!’ his face flushes and he coughs a little into the back of his palm, regaining his composure. “you’re going to be the death of me…”

𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌 swiftly dodges your prodding hands, rolling his eyes as you try to shove the powdered donut into mouth. “pleaaase! i promise you’ll love it!” another eye roll, “i already said, no. i don’t trust it.” you pout and whine, stretching over his lap and muttering out complaints— essentially a tantrum. al haitham sighs and strokes your hair, lips parting as he takes a breath and begins to smile— mmf! before he knows it, half a donut is shoved in his mouth, unable to be taken out as your own lips are wrapped around the other side. you give him a wink and begin chomping your own half, reaching his lips only a moment later. he tsks (if you can even call it a tsk) and takes a reckless bite of the sugary goodness, his eyes widening as the tastes fills his mouth. he might just have to invest in some more of these..

𝐂𝐘𝐍𝐎 gasps as you do a drive by chomp on his donut, pulling his mouth away and looking at you with betrayal. “i can’t believe you just did that.” you snort, “aw, come on! share w’me!” “i don’t want to anymore.” you giggle at your boyfriends childish pout and the way his eyes stare down at his half bitten donut with genuine despair. like clockwork, you brains sprouts a tempting idea, and you stand high up on your tip toes and slam your lips onto his. the sudden taste of sugar and sweetness makes his eyes widen, even more so with the fact that this is only the residue from your lips. you pull away with a cheeky smile, and like you expected, he returns it! “tastes better on your lips, babe.”

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[masuchu]

↻ PUSSYDRUNK ?!

pairing. dazai x reader, chuuya x reader,

warnings. nsfw, f!reader, overstimulation, cunnilingus, face sitting, rough sex, creampie, pure filth LMAO

love, masu. i’m rlly leaning towards nsfw on this blog now hh >///< but anyways, here’s a gift for you all <33

DAZAI — [太宰]

pussydrunk dazai! is a menace. he’ll have his face shoved in between you legs, licking at your soaking cunt and constantly sucking harshly on your clit, uncaring when you plead and whine in desperation for him to give you a break.

pussydrunk dazai! lacks patience. if you’re tugging on him or pushing him away, he’s tying you up tightly and going straight back to his meal uninterrupted. he eats pussy for his gain, not yours. he’ll loop his arms under your thighs, his hands gripping the plush skin and keeping them open for him to continue on slurping up your juices, moaning at the taste.

pussydrunk dazai! will beg for you to sit on his face, wishing that he could suffocate underneath you, the taste of you on his lips as he dies. he’ll eat you out until your legs go numb, succumbing to the pleasure and collapsing onto him, allowing him to carry on feasting on you as if you’re his last meal.

pussydrunk dazai! has no shame. he will moan at the sight of you trembling above him, only taking it as a challenge to push you even further over the edge. his voice is desperate as he tells you “ah, belladonna. you taste so good, if you were underneath yourself like this, believe me you’d be just like me.” he bring a hand up to your chest, groping at your breasts as he moans out blatantly false promises of “one more, sweetness. one more, i promise.”

pussydrunk dazai! won’t be satiated until you can’t form coherent sentences, nothing but gibberish and moans tumbling out of your mouth when he taps your cheek and pushes his slender fingers into your mouth. he’ll only stop the constant torture when your hands aren’t even clawing at him anymore, merely pawing at any skin you find.

CHUUYA — [楚雅]

pussydrunk chuuya! is rough. he’ll have you face down, ass up, crying into the sheets below you as he meanly pounds into you, hitting so deep you can feel it in your stomach. he’s so obsessed with the way you tighten around his cock, completely infatuated with your pussy.

pussydrunk chuuya! won’t relent for anything. when your hands come around to you back, pushing at his hips behind you, he’ll gather your wrists in his hands and pulling you up, using them as leverage. god, how he wishes he could be in two places at once, watching you from the front as your tits bounce again and again when he slams into you.

pussydrunk chuuya! doesn’t even forget to pull out, the thought went through his mind, he just didn’t want to. one particularly rough thrust hits right in that spot inside of you, his cum flooding through you warm cave as you orgasm with him. the position he’s got you in is perfect for keeping his warm seed inside of you, which is just perfect in his mind.

pussydrunk chuuya! goes feral as he sees his cum slowly dribbling out of you. well, he can’t have that can he? he roughly slams right back inside of you, relishing in the way your expression goes from dazed and fucked-out to shocked and overwhelmed. he’ll growl out harsh words like, “fuck, this cunts sucking me in so hard.. ngh, it’s almost like you don’t want to to stop, huh?” and he’ll laugh harshly in your face when you whimper and cry.

pussydrunk chuuya! will finally topple down on top of you after a few more rounds. he’ll grumble out apologies and tell you that he’ll call in for a day off tomorrow, looking away when you complain about the soreness your body is feeling. as much as he’s sorry, he feels a sense of accomplishment in his head when he sees you limping around the house the next day. he’ll grin for a few seconds, before picking you up bridal style and carrying you for the rest of the day!

[masuchu]

↻ WEARING HIS CLOTHES ?!

pairing. dazai x reader, chuuya x reader, fyodor x reader

warnings. none, fluff \(//∇//)\

a/n. purely masu rambles! no fixed scenarios rlly, just abt how they’d be if u wore their clothes °ʚ(*´꒳`*)ɞ° it’s been so long since i’ve made an actual post, so enjoy!!

dazai —

i think dazai would audibly wail if he saw you in any item of his clothing,, honestly

he actively encourages you to steal and wear his things! he thinks it’s adorable <33

his trench coat? there’s enough room for two! his shirt? might be a little big, but take it! steal whatever you want, raid his closet for all he cares

one of his favourite sights is you in nothing but his shirt and an apron, making breakfast for him on a weekend. if god exists, then you’re definitely an angel sent from him

another of his favourite things is sharing his coat on a cold day,, oh, whats that? you forgot your coat and it’s freezing outside? no worries, love! just share his! theres enough room for the two of you and it’s perfectly cozy!!

i don’t think he’d wear your clothes, he prefers seeing you in his! if you really wanted him to, well who is he to say no? he’ll wear any warm hoodies and jumpers you have, maybe a fuzzy pair of socks too (ﾉ∀`♥)

i feel like he’s the type to purposely leave out his clothes and spy on you trying them on, then jumping out and surprising you! (ofc he’ll tease you about it, it’s dazai we’re talking about)

as much as he finds it cute, he also finds it hot,,

(idk what you were expecting :3)

just something about seeing you go about your day in his clothes, he’ll just sit back and watch you, an unreadable expression on his face ..

your wearing his clothes, it’s like he’s always with you, like your showing off you’re his.. <3

possessive dazai might make an appearance when u wear his clothes!! u just have to push the right buttons .. :b

chuuya —

FLUSTERED™ !!

he won’t know what to do with himself— quite literally. u’d probably just be staring at him questioningly, wondering why ur bf is bright red and can’t look you in the eye

“you’re.. you’re in my shirt, babe..”

“oh! yeah, sorry about that! there was nothing else to put on, you can have it back if you want :))”

as if he’s letting you take it off.

like dazai, he thinks you in his clothes is absolutely adorable, and he isn’t afraid to show it!

he’ll offer you his gloves when he notices your hands are cold, he let you under your coat if your shivering, he’ll tell you to wear his choker (cause it’s hot—) and so on!!

i think his favourite for you to wear is probably his gloves, or a pair of his gloves. it’s sentimental to him, it’s almost like you’re always holding hands (chuuya once chance please.)

he’ll definitely wear your clothes! it’ll definitely fluster you a fair few times, seeing him walk around in your light pink crop top—

“chuuyaaa, where did you put my— what the fuck.”

“what? why’re you makin’ that face..”

“you look— you’re. you are in my crop top, chuuya.”

“huh? oh, yeah. do you want it back or something?”

“NO!”

^^ something like that definitely occured, i don’t make the rules !!

i don’t know if this counts, but he’ll buy you both designer (he’s rich af, what did you expect?) matching accessories <33

cute matching gloves, fuzzy socks, shiny necklaces and chokers, hell— he’d probably by those cringy t-shirts that say ‘his’ and ‘hers’ and em’ ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ (he’d still make it hot.)

chuuya will always make you wear something of his when your both out, it reminds you both that ur always together <33

fyodor —

ah, fyodor, the buzzkill—

i’m jk !! a little bit

anyways. i don’t think fyodor really sees the point in wearing each others clothes, you both have your own, but he’ll still let you (it kinda grows on him tbh, fuels his possessiveness.)

it probably started when he left his hat laying around somewhere accidentally, and you stumbled across it while pondering around

of course, you had to try it on, how would he ever know!

except he walked through the door a second later and found you doing impressions of him in the mirror— mortifying, if i say so myself !!

since then, he’s been keen to indulge you in your cute want to wear his things.

he’ll say he doesn’t have a favourite thing to see you in, but he has small (read: very large) love of you wearing his coat/cape thingy (what is it someone please tell me.)

just the sight of you all bundled up in it, visibly happy, cozy and warm, really makes something creep up in his chest. he doesn’t know what, but it’s pushing it way into his heart and his only instinct is to pull you close to him and hold you

(another edition of bsd men that can’t admit they’re in love, pt1: chuuya, pt2: fyodor!)

he won’t wear your clothes, sorry guys :( he doesn’t see the point, if you ask him too, he’ll just say “no thank you, i’d rather not.”

but as i’ve said, he’s more then happy to let you wear his things! as long as he doesn’t need them in the moment, you can take them.

he will tease you about it, by the way! you aren’t getting off that easily! he’ll say things like “aw, dear. do you love me that much?” or “oh? you want to wear my clothes, love? how sweet..”

but all in all, fyodor doesn’t really understand why you want wear his things, but he’ll let you regardless, because he loves you <33

[masuchu]

“𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇” [ZHONGLI]

zhongli loves how adorable you are, even more so when you’re shaking at the feeling of him between your legs .. ‧₊˚

genre. fluff

warnings. nsfw, f!reader, overstimulation, cunnilingus, zhongli’s starving n u taste rlly good <3

love, masu. this is so self indulgent it’s not even funny 😭😭 literally pure filth, i saw a zhongli edit w kiss me more and my mind EXPLODED .

𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈 thinks you’re so cute. the way you jump at every touch, the natural twitch your nose does when your uncomfortable and all of the sweet little things you do to make him fall deeper in love.

and that’s why he’s got his face shoved between your thighs !

he’s eating you out like you’re his last meal, honestly. with the way his tongue is slurping up your juices, you’d think he was a starving man. to be fair to him, he’s always starving when it comes to you, his only weakness. you’re past overstimulated now, just plain exhausted. the aftermath of many orgasms is finally catching up to your body, but the man in between your legs shows no signs of stopping. like he could hear your thoughts, his eyes catch yours, and you look away, embarrassed. a smirk falls upon his lips, and he loosen the grip his hand has on your thigh,

“why are you shy, love? hmm?” his fingers trace up your thigh, resting on the soft skin of your stomach and tracing patterns, as if he wanting just eating you out until you cried.

“there’s no need to be so quiet, after all,” he pauses for a moment, his mouth locking onto the flesh of your thigh and sucking, leaving a deep purple bruise that has you flushing red, “you belong to me.”

like magic, he dives right back into your cunt, a deep moan rumbling through his chest once he gets a taste. even with his mannered front, he’s a messy eater through in and through out. a sloppy mix of his saliva and your cum coats not only your pussy, but also your thighs and the sheets underneath you. an unfamiliar feeling bubbles up inside you, and you find yourself tugging at zhongli’s hair,

“s- sir, too much—!”

“quiet.” all you can do is scream at this point, the waves of what you assumed was an orgasm rippling through your veins and crashing into you. everything feels different, nothing like the times you’ve came previously. zhongli is only further fueled on by your noises, coming up to bite your clit, and that’s when it hits you.

he lets out a choked moan when your juices squirt into his mouth, hands gripping your thighs wide open when he feels your muscles pulling together. all he can do is smile, smirk even, as he realises what he’s made you do. the glint in his eye ignites worry inside of you, and his next few words make your stomach drop,

“do that again.”

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[masuchu]

↻ LOVE LANGUAGES ?!

pairings. dazai x reader, chuuya x reader, fyodor x reader

warnings. none!! this is probs one of the most fluffy things i’ve ever wrote :33

love, masu. this is literally my favourite thing ever :(( i’ve been so busy and tired lately, so i decided to write all these before i got some revision done >///<

DAZAI — [太宰]

dazai gives love with physical touch and words of affirmation. dazai feels, a lot. these emotions of love aren't unheard of for him, but they're certainly new to feel. so how does he cover up how devastatingly confused and lovesick he is? he touches you! his hands are always creeping along your skin, wether that be gripping your thigh, holding your hand, peppering kisses all over you face or pretending to fall on you so he can take a nap on your chest. he also loves to compliment you, always preaching to other about how heavenly you are, and how your beauty is angelic. just because it's covering his emotions, doesn't mean it's fake, of course not! he feels all of these things, but he's only ever known being loud and teasing, so it'll have to do for now.

he likes to recieve what he gives, that being physical touch and quality time. if there's one way to wrap dazai around your finger, then it's to have your skin pressed against his. if he was to die with his face pressed in your chest and your hands in his hair, then so be it. another thing that gets his heart racing, is when you go out of your way to spend time with him. he's experienced too much loss and loneliness, spending nights by himself and having nobody left of whom he trusted and loved. but when you softly ask him "would you like to spend the night together, osamu?" or when you whine "this is so boring, wanna ditch and go that café across the street? i've heard it does great milk tea!" he can't deny how his heart beats faster and his mind swoons, and honestly, he'll take anything you give him. he loves you so much, more then he's willing to admit, and he'll take whatever your love brings with his arms wide open.

CHUUYA — [楚雅]

chuuya's love languages are physical touch and gift giving. being a mafia executive and all of that, chuuya earns a lot of money. too much to spend, really. he's got a accommodating, fancy apartment, his bills are paid, he has food, he's got wine and he has enough clothes. heres where you come in! the extra few thousands of yen he earns either goes straight into your bank account or into a dazzling new pair off designer earrings. what's that? he shouldn't spend so much money on you? don't be stupid, anyways, heres a new limited edition pair of gloves! they match his, aren't they nice? if he catches your eyes lingering on a certain piece in a shop window for even a second too long, he's dragging you into the store and purchasing the whole range! as well as giving the cashier an ungodly tip, she may as well quit! like dazai, he likes to be touching you at all times. he's a bit more laid back, but something does feel off if his hand isn't intertwined with yours. it also affects his general mood throughout the day if he hasn't supplied you with kisses. oh and he'll pout if you don't let him cuddle you. maybe he is just as bad, but can you blame him?

chuuya likes to receive physical touch and words of affirmation. he's a simple man, as long as he can come back home from a long day of work and hold you in his arms, pressing kisses into the skin of your neck, then he's living his life correctly. he'll pretend to hate it when you dote over him and smooth your hands all over his skin, but if he's honest, he gets shivers when he feels the soft pads of your fingers drag against his. another thing he can't deny get's his heart racing, is when you praise him. he knows he's the best martial artist in the port mafia, he gets told on the daily, but hearing it from your mouth just makes it so much more special. his heart pounds when you tell him "woah! chuuya, you're so strong!" or when you softly whisper "chuuya, you're so special." to him at night. your praises, compliments and words of affection do wonders to him and his heart, and he hopes that he makes you feel the same.

FYODOR — [费多尔]

fyodor's love language's are quality time and physical touch. fyodor is a stranger to love, to put it simply. he sees himself as somebody solitary and normal people are unworthy of his devotion. however, with you, he always has the time of day. when he gets off his computer, he finds himself seeking you out, his feet moving for him and taking him where he knows he wants to be. he'll spend this spare time playing songs to you on his cello, discussing his favourite pieces of writing with you, basking in the silence or on good days- telling you how much he loves you. touched starved and greedy, though he won't admit it. he loves to do soft things such as run his fingers through your hair, gently play with your fingers or cup your cheeks with his palms. he's enigmatic, you'll never know what's going on in his head, but you know for sure that "i love you" is floating around in there.

fyodor likes to receive words of affirmation and acts of service. he has an ego- we all know that, and the idea of you doting on him and making sure his life is easier makes him happy in both a sense of love and superiority. not that he sees himself as entirely above you, you're the first person in his life that has come close to a feeling of equality in his mind. he still feels as though he should pampered, however. hearing praise fall from your lips makes a smirk creep on his lips, an unfamiliar feeling bubbling up in his chest. the way you can say and do such beloved things for a man so far from grace really does amaze him, he isn't an insecure man in the slightest, but it gives him a sense of relief. the feeling of possessiveness overwhelms him when you say things like "fyodor, you're so pretty.." or your soft mummers of "you're perfect, love." everything about you is just perfect in his eyes, he wouldn't settle for anything less of course.