hiii everyone who wants to read this blog thingy or whatever
Im Yuki, that’s my foreign name and the name I’m called by online.
Age: ♾️
Languages: English (native); Spanish (intermediate); Japanese (beginner); Russian (basics); Arabic (basics); to be continued…
Japanese translations: Yukiii-crashingout-JP
Spanish translations: Yukiii-crashingout-SP
Asks and DMS: Open
Get to know me:
🌺 I am a (baby) gyaru 🩷 I’ve been doing gyaru for about 2 years though (on and off). As of now, I’m finally being bold enough to do gyaru in public
🌺 I use age regression to cope (my blog will have both cg and little stuff on it- I will put cw before everything)
🌺 I am an orthodox Christian (sorry Turks, gotta call it Constantinople 😔🩷🙏).
🌺Queer
This doesn’t mean that I will allow you to be a bully ! If you have genuine questions then I really don’t mind (I love answering questions💯).
I am fairly new to Tumblr so please bare (or is it bear?) with me 🩷🙏
Fandoms I (will) write about:
Love and deepspace (LADS)
Jojos bizarre adventure (JJBA)
Jujustu Kaisen (JJK)
Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no Yaiba (KMY)
Genshin Impact
(maybe) Creepypasta
ouran highschool host club (OHCS)
Repeating themes that will show in my writing (will be mentioned before the fic):
Agere
comfort for mental health
romantic fluff
🩷🩷
Hate-free zone 🎀
I hope you enjoy what I write, whenever I write it loll ✨
feel free to DM me if you ever need someone to talk to or wanna be friends 🩷
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Zhongli’s still got the craziest “you must stay with me but you can roam anywhere in the general vicinity (Liyue)” game ever as a romantic partner. It doesn’t make sense to keep you locked away. He’ll always find you…
CW: smut, sub x dom, MxM, subs have a master, public sex (and kink), its kinda cute ngl
The sound of glasses clinking against tables and soft murmurs covered by music could be heard throughout the room.
Sylus lounged in a chair with you on his lap. Other sub boys lounged on their masters’ laps or by their feet as the group of wealthy men made conversation.
You, amongst other subs, were being shown off by their masters for how obedient and docile they were. Sylus, and consequently you, were the center of attention. Sylus was the wealthiest man in the room, after all. The get-together, held in a bar’s private room, was made up of Sylus’s wealthiest clients and associates. The scent of cigars and alcohol wafted through the room as they talked about business, pleasure, and money. It was all very boring to you but you kept a pleasant smile on your face as you stayed still on Sylus’s lap. Comments about obedient and pretty you were scattered throughout conversations from people as they talked with Sylus.
Sylus had put lots of effort dressing you up tonight. He had dressed you in a lavender lacy thong that only supported your cock and balls and left everything else to show. You were dressed in a wine red dress that barely went down to your mid-thigh. It was sleeveless and backless, showing a peek of the thong’s waistband. The only thing that held up your dress was the bow tied around your neck. He had also hired someone to do your makeup for tonight, making sure you looked radiant.
Sylus’s hand rested on your back as he talked to another dom that had just entered the room. His fingers trailed up and down your spine in a way that felt soothing to you. You were just about to doze off when the man stood up and patted Sylus on his shoulder. His hand had flashed in front of your face, eliciting a sudden flinch from you that you very quickly tried to suppress. Sylus caught it and squeezed your waist tightly. Your eyes snapped to his face, a wave of fear trembling through you.
You could feel your heart stop as you examined his face. He didn’t look too mad, just slightly annoyed.
“I-I’m sorry, Sir,” you murmured, placing your hand on his chest.
Sylus watched you for another moment before looking away. You didn’t know whether to be relieved or scared. His grip on your waist had loosened slightly. He couldn’t be too mad then, right?
As the meeting continued and the room’s darkness and warmth finally got to you, you couldn’t help but doze off. Your head lay against Sylus’s shoulder as your eyes shut and you slipped into the comfort of sleep.
The voices and conversations continued around you until they got to the topic of subs and obedience. Many commented on how obedient you were and how you hadn’t made a fuss at all during the night. Sylus let out a low chuckle and thread his fingers through your hair. He couldn’t help but agree.
Some of the men, spurred on by the conversations of sub obedience, decided to test how far their subs would go for their masters. The sound of moans and the smell of sex gradually filled the room as subs were fucked in the throat or arse. Their obedience on full display. Their masters showing how good they were and how perfect they acted.
Sylus smirked as he watched the display. He could feel heat curling in his stomach and a desire to showcase how you were better than these other subs. He slowly unbuckled his belt, making sure to not jostle you too much. You looked serene and relaxed in sleep. He almost didn’t want to wake you. Almost.
He gently shook you awake, murmuring in your ear. Your eyes opened slowly and you looked around, taking in the scene of various subs moaning and faces contorted in pleasure. Your face flushed with pink as you looked back at Sylus with wide eyes. He raised his eyebrow. You knew what he wanted. A jolt of heat flashed through your body as you stiffened.
It excited you. Several eyes fell on you and Sylus as you slid off his lap to pull his pants and boxers down. They reached his knees before he patted his lap. Your movements came to a stop. He didn’t want you down here? His dick was hardening before your widening eyes, blood pumping into the organ making it pinker and flushed.
You climbed back onto his lap, barely containing your excitement. You wanted to rush into it but you were on display this time, not in the confines of Sylus’s private rooms. You had to show how good you were.
Sylus adjusted your legs so that you were straddling him. His hand came to rest on the nape of your neck, causing your brain to fuzz over at the display of control. His other hand came up and tugged out the bow holding your dress up. It pooled around your waist, showing the smooth expanse of your upper torso. Your chest and abdomen were dotted sparsely with freckles that Sylus traced and rubbed with his fingers.
Finally he tugged the dress over your head, leaving you in the lacy lavender thong he had put you in earlier that evening. The warm, humid air settled against your body like a blanket. It only served to further your excitement. It felt like Sylus’s body heat was surrounding you on all sides.
You could feel your dick straining against the thong as you inched closer to Sylus’s cock. Your eyes were glued to it even as Sylus guided your face upwards. He captured your lips and attention with a kiss. Your body melted in his, the kiss distracting you from your growing need.
“Sweetie,” he rumbled, “you sure are eager tonight, aren’t you?” His voice grew closer as he nipped at the lobe of your ear. You stifled a whine and nodded. He was teasing you!
He let out a low chuckle and hooked a finger in the waistband of your thong. He pulled away from your body before letting it snap against your skin. Your hips twitched forwards in response, seeking friction.
“Ah, Ah,” Sylus tutted, “patience, kitten. Show these men how good you are.”
You bit your lip as you looked around the room. At least 5 men were openly watching the exchange before you and Sylus. You could feel your cheeks flush and the heat in your core grow. You turned your gaze back to Sylus who was watching your expression in almost a predatory way.
He kissed you again, playing with your waistband again. He pulled it back and let it hit your skin over and over, causing your breath to hitch each time.
One of his hands slowly moved to cup your arse before slipping towards its rim. His other hand continued playing with the waistband, slapping it onto the skin above your dick. It was a delicious sensation that had you craving for more. The thong, now wet with pre-cum, slapped against your cock. It wasn't the friction that you wanted but it provided small sensations of pleasure.
His fingers on your arse circled the tight sphincter of muscle, testing to see how easy it would be to enter his fingers. Finally Sylus pulled down your thong and lifted you up as he slid it off. You let out a squeak as you plopped back onto his lap, almost on top of his cock.
He moved a hand to your back to steady you and brought his other hand to your mouth. He stuck three fingers into your oral cavity (mouth) and let you suck them. Your tongue caressed and suckled each finger, giving them the attention they deserved. Sylus slowly let them go deeper down your throat until your breath was shallow and your eyes desperate. When he was satisfied with how wet his fingers were he let them slide past your lips and into your arse.
He slipped one finger past the ring of muscle.
Your rectum squeezed his finger tight as he slid it in and out. Your face contorted with desperation and pleasure as you pushed your arse into his finger. You wanted more. You needed more.
His finger was hot and pleasant as it massaged the muscle it was aiming to loosen. You couldn’t help but let out soft and needy moans.
Sylus slipped in another finger, creating a slight stretch as you adjusted. He pumped his fingers in and out and scissored against the muscle to prepare it to accept something even bigger than his fingers.
Your cock was aching and already dripping with pre-cum as you tried to push his fingers deeper. You let out soft moans and whines as you pouted up at him. Your eyes batted up at him, begging for more even as your breath hitched with pleasure and your body grew even more heated.
He continued pumping his fingers into you, missing your prostate to prolong the time before you orgasmed. His other hand possessively rested on the bottom of your throat, massaging it. You head felt fuzzy with pleasure. You didn’t even notice him adding a third finger. Sylus stretched your hole and finger fucked it until he was satisfied that he could push his cock in.
You began to let out a desperate whine when you felt his fingers disappear from your arse. “Shh, shh,” Sylus crooned, pressing a kiss to your lips, “be good. Look at all these people watching you. Do I have to punish you?”
Your breath trembled and you felt your cock twitch as you shook your head.
Sylus let out a pleased hum and slid his hands down to your hips. He gently lifted you up and lined up your sphincter with his penis. You could feel the heat coursing through your body with excitement and need.
The stretch itself nearly made you cum. His penis head barely entered you before you jolted forwards, a spurt of cum leaking from your dick. Sylus let out a soft hiss of pleasure as he continued lowering you until his whole glans penis (head) was enveloped by your anus. He held you there for a moment to let your hole slowly adjust to the stretch.
When you began to squirm again he let out a soft chuckle and began to slowly lower you again. “Patience, Kitten,” he smirked, “breathe through the stretch.”
You instinctively took deep breaths as he lowered you down his shaft. You could feel your muscle stretching and adjusting until he finally bottomed out.
Sylus’s hands remained on your hips as his fingers slid against your skin soothingly. His hips began to move slowly, up and down. The slow rhythm steadily built upon pleasure and pleasure until your moans grew loud enough to draw other people’s attention.
“Just look at all these people watching,” Sylus whispered into your ear, picking up the pace, “all waiting to see you cum.”
A low whine, accompanied by louder moans, escaped your throat. You could feel people's eyes on you, their stares only fueling the heat building in your stomach. Your dick rubbed against Sylus’s shirt as he picked up the pace, bouncing his cock into you. The pleasure continued building until it felt like it was going to overflow.
Your breath hitched and your moans grew more whiny as your pleasure neared its peak. You could feel your body begin to shake and rut forward to chase more pleasure. That’s exactly when Sylus began to slow down.
As the buildup of pleasure began to fade until it was a burning ache, you pouted down at him. He was smirking as he watched your expression. Of course it was intentional.
“Ah ah, Sweetie, you’ll cum when I want you to,” he purred, giving a sharp thrust that made you cry out and tighten around him.
His thrusts grew stronger and faster as he lifted you up with each one. You could feel your body beginning to spasm again as your pleasure neared its climax.
“P-please,” you whimpered, more, as his body started to jerk more sporadically underneath you. He was nearing his climax as well. Sylus’s groans grew louder and tighter as he gave one last, sharp thrust and cummed. Your body also locked up with pleasure as cum spiraled out of your dick and onto Sylus’s shirt.
You could feel the physical presence and heat of Sylus’s cum inside you. It felt like your body had been filled with everything you needed. He didnt pull out yet, allowing you to slump forward and rest your face in the crook of his neck. Your breathing slowly came down to a normal pace as he shifted underneath you.
He lifted you up slightly, just enough to slide his limp penis out of you and let it flop in between his legs. You shuddered slightly when a gush of cum splurged out of your anus without his dick plugging it in anymore.
Sylus’s hand smoothed down your hair and back as he held you after your orgasm, providing warmth and comfort. It was important for subs to know they did good after sex, according to Sylus. They needed to know they were wanted and that their dom cared. You could always feel that care exude from Sylus, no matter what scene the two of you did. Even when there was no scene, Sylus always treated you with kindness and warmth.
You nuzzled against Sylus as he grabbed a wipe from a waiter to begin cleaning the two of you up. He pressed kisses to your forehead and hair as he lifted you up from his lap. You frowned slightly as the warmth pressed against your torso disappeared. Your mind was still hazy as he began to redress you, putting on boxers instead of the lacy underwear you had previously worn.
“Just a few more minutes until we leave, Sweetie,” he murmured in your ear, holding you to his chest as he stood up.
You could hear him make small talk with several people, ensuring their future contact about business and such. You felt too sleepy to really pay attention. The night was already dying down with everyone cleaning up and beginning to leave. Several subs were guided out of the room by waiters, hopefully being directed to a bath after their night.
You could feel yourself beginning to slip into sleep. The last thing your hazy mind could comprehend was the sound of a car rumbling and a seatbelt clicking into place.
I think we’ll be seeing more of this duo as I write more about how they met and their dynamics. This can be read independent of anything else I will write and this will not have a part 2 (though will be a part of a series). I enjoyed this. First smut I’ve finished, the first one I’ve written is still in progress since I’m a bit stuck. Hopefully it’ll come to me.
And I hope someone learned some new anatomy (I love medicine, I can’t help it 💔)
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You had always thought of Caleb as a golden retriever. Your opinion on that didn't change even when he locked you up in his apartment. The only face you saw was his. Every single day. In fact, you welcomed this. You enjoyed it. Even when he wrapped that pretty, shiny black collar around your neck. You couldn't help but smile in desperation and satisfaction. You wanted him to look at you and only you. You followed him around the house every moment you were awake. When he left for work or errands, you sat by the door. Waiting. Your life had become meaningless without Caleb. All you could do was wait.
If you were a dog, your tail would wag whenever he came come. Or really whenever he was around. You could feel the relief and joy of his return wash over you. It was so strong that sometimes you felt as if you would pass out. This was especially true when he would be away for longer periods of time. You smiled widely and helped him with his coat as he stepped back inside. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and headed towards his bedroom. You stumbled after him, your breath rapid in excitement at the affection he had shown you.
He let out a soft laugh as you tried to follow him into the bedroom. Wait. I'll be out in a minute.
You jittered nervously outside his door, watching it intensively. You wished you could see through it.
You hated being apart from him.
You hated when he was out of your sight.
You hated waiting-
The door opened and Caleb was out of his work uniform. He wore a t-shir and pants. You could see the muscles in his arms, which quickly brightened your mood. You followed him to the kitchen, asking how his day had been and if he had missed you. You watched as he laughed and smiled, pressing kisses to your face when you asked questions that he deemed to be silly. You basked in his affection. Your grin growing lopsided and desperate. You wanted to see him laugh and smile and talk and-
Caleb tied an apron around his waist. The sight of the strings tightening around him stole your breath. His muscles flexed as he carried a pot of water to the stove. You watched. Mesmerized. Everything Caleb did had an effect on you.
When you finally regained some awareness, you slipped your hands around his waist and pressed your body up against his back. His warmth seeped into your body. You felt as if you could do anything for him.
CW: Yae x (implied fem) reader, angst with comfort, Avoidant Yae Miko
You felt your stomach drop at the sight before you.
You had simply wanted to go out with friends to a local bar. You didn't think you'd see her there, let alone...
Yae Miko was sitting on a barstool, leaning in close to a man. She had that flirty smile on her face. The one that you loved. Her lips moved, saying things that would probably have made your heart flutter if she said them to you.
She leaned closer...
And closer...
Her hand rested on the side of his face as she leaned in closer...
Closer until her lips were on his.
Your heart dropped. Strangely, you didn't feel angry or sad. You just felt... numb. You didn't notice you had frozen in place until you friends started shaking you and asking what was wrong. You didn't notice the tears falling down your face even when you saw Yae Miko's eyes shift towards you.
You watched as her face dropped. You had never thought she was capable of making such an anguished expression. She pushed away from the man and started walking towards you.
No... no, no, no.
You weren't going to let her sway you this time. Not again. If she was just going to treat you like her secret then you wouldn't be her secret anymore.
You pushed away from your friends and stormed out of the bar. You would tell them an excuse later. You saw an ex, or something like that....
You stormed down the street, too angry to think rationally about where you were going. You knew there was no reason for you to be angry. The two of you weren't dating. She had made that very clear. She wasn't ready. She didn't do relationships. She didn't...
You stopped, tears falling.
She didn't care.
She never did. She only cared about herself and her own interests. You knew that. You had accepted that. But... you thought that it would've been different with you. That maybe...
You shook your head, wiping your tears. She didn't deserve you tears. You turned around, filled with determination, only to be met with purple eyes lined with red eyeliner.
You blinked once... twice... before you broke down again. You sunk to the floor holding your face in your hands as the drops of water slipped down your face and through your fingers. You love her. You really do.
The heartbreak at seeing her kiss a man. The heartbreak of knowing she would never date you simply because you were a woman. You knew she was scared. But love... love should overcome fear...right?
It was all too much.
Your shoulders shook and trembled, your voice sounded pitifully as your body convulsed with sorrow. Why couldn't she just love you?
"Am I not enough for you, Yae?"
You couldn't see her expression, not that you wanted to anyways.
She crouched down in front of you. Her hands reached out and hovered for a second before resting on the side of your knees. "Please," she whispered, her voice softer than you had ever heard it, "look at me."
You didn't want to.
But you did so nonetheless. You could hardly ever deny her anything.
You looked up from your fortress made of your two arms. Tears clung to your lashes and your eyes were like rain falling. She thought you looked beautiful even if her chest felt like it was being carved out.
Yae's face was pulled into a tight expression you had never seen on her face before. Regret? Pain? You couldn't tell. Maybe it was a mix of the two. She took a deep breath before opening her mouth again.
"I..."
Her voice trailed off as she ran her hand through her hair. She didn't know what to say.
"You- you're a jerk," you sobbed, your lips wobbling. You fought back the fresh wave of tears that threatened to flood your cheeks. You didn't want to cry in front of her again.
"I... I know," she sighed, her hands rubbing her face.
"I... the kiss didn't mean anything to me," she murmured, "It was... just to blow off steam. I swear. You weren't meant to see it."
Ah.
That made you angry.
You weren't meant to see it?
"Well, I did," you huffed, "and-and I don't care if it meant nothing. Why do you always push me away? You always go off and kiss others as if that will change anything. Do you even care about me?"
She looked shocked.
And then angry.
"Of course I care about you," she hissed, trying to keep her temper level, "how could I not care about you?!"
"You sure have a funny way of showing it!"
"I... I know," she whispered, "I'm sorry."
Now it was your turn to be surprised. All her anger had left her and now she was huddled before you on the verge of breaking down.
"Yae," you sniffled
"Baby-"
You pushed yourself into her arms, sobbing. The two of you lay on the ground as you buried your face into her neck. She had never been this vulnerable with you before. She had always been her cocky and confident self. Now it felt like she was bearing a bit of her heart to you. You couldn't let her efforts go in vain.
She patted your back as you cried quietly and sniffled.
"I'll... I'll try more," she murmured, "I promise."
You nodded, not trusting your voice. She held you there for a while, at least until your tears had stopped. When they did you sat up. She loosened her arms, though still kept you in them as you rubbed the tear stains off your face.
"Yae," you croaked.
"Baby..."
"Lets-let's be exclusive."
She nodded, gently patting your head.
"Yes, let's do that. I promise... I'll treat you better."
I didn't quite know how to end this, so it is a bit rushed. I'll come pack to this pair and write more ofc. Especially about how Yae finds herself in a relationship with reader (who wants to communicate and be open about her and Yae's feelings)
CW: Yearning, angst with comfort, fluff, reader waits a long time
You waited there for her. Every day. Every week. Every month. Every Year. You didn't know how much time passed, but it felt like a lot. You watched yourself age in the mirror every morning as you got ready for work. Your routine hardly every changed. You went to work. Left work. Went to the bar the two of you had frequently visited. The same place she told you that she loved you in. The place where she promised to come back. The place you promised to wait in for her return.
The night was bustling. People chatting and smiling. Drinking and flirting. You sat there nursing a virgin drink. You seemed to get drunk quicker now. You used to be able to drink a lot more in your youth. The bartender, a friend you had known for ages, came over and asked about your day. He was an older man with greying hair, the same age as you. The two of you made small chat, just like every day. He asked you the same question he asked every day:
"Are you still waiting for her?"
"Yeah," you smiled.
He gave you a smile back. A smile that said you were foolish for waiting for her to come back.
You knew it was foolish. But what could you do? After so many years, you were still in love with her.
Eternity.
You would have waited an eternity for her.
You were smiling to yourself when you caught the sight of purple eyes.
The room went quiet despite people's mouths still moving. You felt as if all the air had been sucked out of you. Your eyes felt as if they could stay open forever as you watched her walk. The way she confidently moved her legs, placing them one in front of the other. The way her heels clicked against the bar's floor. The pained expression on her face. One you hardly ever saw. That's how you knew she had seen you. The way she looked away. The way her lips thinned and her cheeks reddened. Regret.
She stopped in front of you, that look of guilt and pain on her face still. You couldn't stop staring at her though. She was just as beautiful as you remembered her.
"Raiden... Ei," you whispered, your fingers gently tracing her cheek. She initially flinched, her eyes brightening with sadness, before leaning into your touch.
"You... waited," she murmured.
"You came back," you smiled.
"You've... aged."
"You haven't aged," you laughed.
"Yes... well," she started, her voice trailing off as she looked away.
"Eternity treats you well," you hummed, stroking her cheek with your thumb.
Her face contorted with grief. She looked like she could cry.
Fuck I miss her so fucking much even though I'm the one who let it die. The beautiful person that has brown and blue eyes, I'm sorry. I didn't realize how much you meant to me for a while. I'm glad we lost touch before I could hurt you though. Now I find myself wishing you would appear in my life again. How long has it been? Almost 6 years. I was a child then and didn't understand emotions, but now I've grown and I understand them a bit more. You asked me "why do you love me?" I thought "I would never tell you." It was because I could not put my feelings into words. Perhaps this is why I've become someone who writes. This is truly karma.
The sound of Guizhong and your laugh echoed in Zhongli's head. It was a never ending melody. One full of longing and despair. He longed to see your smile. To hear your laugh. To feel your hands. All directed towards him. Though they hardly ever were. At least not in the way they were directed towards Guizhong. It seems you had always favored the dust god more than you had favored him. But it was to be expected wasn't it? She was kind. She was warm. She was benevolent. She was smart. She was everything you adored. But now she was gone. And so were you. He could never forget the look in your eyes when you discovered her body. The screams and wails that tore out of your throat as you collapsed. The way your hands stained black as you gathered the powdery dust in your hands. The way the glaze lilies glistened as your tears fell on them. How could he forget? How your eyes turned on him with utter despair. Your lips moving. Begging. Zhongli Zhongli ZHONGLI
He didn't know where you went after that day. After the Archon War. Perhaps he was too scared to find out where you had gone exactly. He heard rumors that you had gone to Inazuma, your homeland. Others said you went to Mondstadt to drink your sorrows. Some said Natlan so that you could fight out your pain. Wherever you went, he missed you. Zhongli, the god of contracts, missed you dearly. Perhaps more than he missed Guizhong. But he doubted that you missed him more than you missed Guizhong. You had been infatuated with her after all. He could see the physical love in your eyes and body.
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You felt eerily calm as you stepped onto the dock. The smell of salt and spices surrounded you as you looked around. It had been long since you had been in Liyue. You thought it would be more... heart-wrenching to come back to this land. Especially this city. The city established after... Guizhong's death.
You thanked the captain of the boat and explored Liyue Harbor. You probably looked like a typical Inazuman tourist, which brought you a sense of comfort. Your stomach rumbled as you took in all the delicious food around you. You bought and ate until you could no longer. It truly had been too long since you came to Liyue. The food was better than you remembered. The day filled with laughing and happiness. No sorrow. No dead bodies being buried. No blood soaked ground. It was a refreshing change from what you remembered last of Liyue's people and nation. They seemed stronger and more independent somehow.
You had spent a week in the city so far. You didn't dare to leave it. The fear of what lay beyond the city too much to bear. You didn't know what exactly you feared but you didn't want to find out. You sometimes saw glaze lilies in the city. Those were the places you avoided. You felt physically sick whenever you saw them. They were a reminder. A reminder of that day... that war. That cursed war. The people you had lost. Guizhong.... Zhongli....
You drank every night. Sometimes you blacked out. Sometimes you stumbled back to the inn you were staying at. It's not like you needed sleep. You weren't mortal after all. The drinks in Liyue were stronger. Waayyy stronger than the alcohol in Inazuma.
You had been kicked out of at least 2 bars. So now you were looking for a new one. This one looked pretty cozy. It had a handwritten wood sign on the outside. They type that reminded you of your home. You opened the door with a creak. The sound of patrons laughing and drinking and eating filled your ears. You headed straight to the bar and surveyed their drink menu. The bartender came over and made small talk before taking your order. You ordered the strongest drink on the menu.
The bartender seemed quite surprised and asked if you were sure. Of course you were sure. You didn't want to think. You didn't want to feel. So you drank. And drank. And drank. It might've been your 5th or 10th drink when you finally felt yourself getting lightheaded and tipsy. You laughed easier now and talked to surrounding people. They seemed to find you entertaining and they entertained you in turn. While you told them stories of Inazuma, Natland, Mondstadt, and Sumeru, they told you stories and news of Liyue. You learned about the growth of the nation and the death of the Geo Archon. That surprised you and it must've showed on your face for they laughed and reassured you that the nation was stronger than ever. They told you stories of locals. They told you of Hu Tao and her consultant, Zhongli. That was what interested you. Zhongli. A name familiar to both your ears and your heart. A name belonging to a man you adored.
You laughed and drank. And drank and laughed. You must've passed out since the bartender was gently shaking you. "Do... anyone to pick... up?"
Your speech was slurred and you swayed on your seat, "zhooonngggliiii."
The bartender laughed and shook his head as he patted your back.
"You must've been quite interested in those stories about Zhongli, huh?"
"iii knnowww hiimmm," you declared, trying to stand up.
"haha, sure, sure," the bartender said, stabilizing you before you could topple over sideways. You insisted on knowing him. You even recounted how much you could outdrink him. The nerve of the guy to laugh as if you were lying!
"I can prove it! I can prove it!" You muttered loudly, "Just tell him... tell him his drinking buddy is here!" You didn't know exactly why you called yourself his drinking buddy. Perhaps it was because your mind was on drinking.
The bartender gave you an amused look and grabbed a phone off the wall. He had a mischievous grin as he dialed a number. You could hear a muffled sound on the other side of the phone as the bartender responded. "Yeah, a pretty drunk customer is claiming to know you, Mr. Zhongli," the bartender snickered, "says that you're their 'drinking buddy.'" A flash of surprise and admiration flashed across the bartender's face at whatever Zhongli replied with. He nodded and hung up the phone. Leaning against the bar he let out a laugh.
"Guess he's coming to pick you up. It's your lucky day!"
You scoffed and hit the bar's countertop, "Of course he is! He knows me!"
It was obvious you were extremely drunk. Your words were slurred and you were acting more energetic than usual.
The bartender laughed and taunted you until the sound of a creaking door caught your attention. There he was.
Zhongli was standing in the frame of the door. His eyes landed on you instantly. You stared at him for a moment before turning back to the bartender.
"I tooollddd you," you declared triumphantly, "III toooolllddd-"
You felt warm hands slide underneath your arms as you were picked up and set on the ground. Your knees nearly gave out but a strong arm held you up. Your body was smushed against Zhongli's chest as he apologized and thanked the bartender.
He was warm. Your mouth was slightly open and you wondered what he tasted like at that moment. A rather obscene thought that you should probably not have acted on. Your tongue pressed against his clothes, right over where his pectoralis major was. He flinched slightly, looking down at you with an expression of shock. You sucked lightly, as if you were a child. Zhongli sighed and picked you up. You grunted softly as your head plopped against his shoulder. His hands were firm under your legs. Your body was relaxed against his torso. As he turned around, you caught sight of the bartender. You gave him a loopy grin and a thumbs up.
"seeee," you slurred.
The bar door closed with a woosh of wind as the warm night air outside hit you. Zhongli moved a hand to rest against your back. It was warm and strong. It was soothing. The walk to wherever Zhongli was taking you was silent. He didn't talk and neither did you. You felt content. Something you hadn't felt in a long time. You also felt... sad. Sad? Maybe you should've drank more. Light flooded your vision as Zhongli entered a house. You groaned and squeezed your eyes shut.
"bright bright brriighhttt," you whined, your hand searching for something to grab onto. Your hands finally found something solid and you dug your hands in. You didn't know what you grabbed onto but it elicited a soft grunt from Zhongli. He gently pried your fingers out of... his hair? and moved them to rest on the shoulder that you weren't occupying.
The world spun around you as you were placed on a soft surface. A bed. A nice, warm bed. Zhongli slid your shoes off and left the room. You blinked up at the ceiling for a second. You felt weird. It felt as if this whole situation wasn't real. Zhongli returned after a few seconds with a washcloth. He sat down on the edge of the bed and wiped at your face. You groaned and tried to move your face away but he was insistent. He let out a sigh and ran his fingers through your hair once... and then twice... and then... he pulled away. You reached out to grab onto him, before he could get too far. You didn't know you could be so quick and coordinated when you were drunk.
Your arms wrapped around his waist and your face pushed into the crook of his back. You didn’t want to let go. You wouldn't let him slip through your hands like dust. Not again. Never again.
"Zhongli," you breathed, your hands fisting in his shirt, "don't go." He turned around slowly in your grip, forcing you to loosen it. You looked up at him, your chin resting on his stomach. You must've looked pathetic since he had a look in his eyes that you couldn't decipher. His hand gently patted your head as he tried to ease you back onto the bed.
"You need to sleep," he murmured. His voice was soft and warm. It was almost like how it used to be-
He peeled your torso off of him and plopped you back onto the bed. He sat down next you and pulled up the covers.
"I'll be here when you wake."
You nodded, but you didn't sleep right away. You watched him and he watched you. You were intent on staying awake. On keeping watch. Despite this your eyes soon grew heavy. Perhaps because you were drunk, or maybe because you felt safe. You slipped into a darkness that promised safety and warmth. And you began to dream.
For my own sanity and writing purposes, only wall phones exist lol. No smart phones.
Gaahahhhhh, Guizhong x Zhongli x (implied fem) readdeerrrr
Idk if anyone has done this yet, but I really like the concept. Zhongli think you're only in love with Guizhong, but reality was you were in love with both of them and didn't know how to tell them both.
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CW: comfort, reader's friends were fighting and Rafayel comforts reader, fluff
You felt like shit.
Your stomach felt bloated and hollow at the same time. Your head felt fuzzy and clouded. Your breathing was fast and scattered. Your eyes strained and burned. Your limbs felt too heavy. Your ears rang and sung. It was like you own body had turned on itself.
You curled into yourself, sobbing under the covers of your bed. Your friends were fighting again and you couldn't do anything to stop it. You had tried to step in and help them work it out but it seemed to not help at all. They fought nearly every day and you just couldn't anymore. You tried so hard to help them but they just kept on fighting. You were so tired and you felt like you couldn't confide in anyone out of fear that they would say you could have done more. You didn't even tell Rafayel what was going on. But it seemed he had noticed.
You felt the sheets above your head lift gently, exposing you to the soft light of the bedside lamp. You turned around, your gaze landing on Rafayel's concerned face. His lips were slightly pouted and he held a small gift basket in the hand that wasn't peeling the blanket off your curled up form. Rafayel took in your watery eyes and wet face. He didn't say anything as he set down the basket and slid into bed next to you. He gently pulled you into his arms, which caused another tirade of sobs to erupt.
You sobbed against his chest, your fingers digging into his shirt.
"R-rafayel," you sobbed, "I-I'm so-so tired. They fight and fight and fight and I-I try so ha-hard to stop it and he-help them, but they-they just keep fighting over the same things over and over."
He gently ran his hands over your up and through your hair. "Cutie," he murmured, "it's not your fault they're fighting. They're grown adults. They need to figure things out on their own. It's not your responsibility to micro-manage their relationship and keep it afloat."
You sniffled and nodded, looking up at him, "bu-but I want them to be happy."
"You aren't responsible for their happiness," Rafayel soothed, pushing back damp hair from your forehead, "they need to be able to fight for their own happiness if they truly want to be happy. You're responsible for your own happiness, Cutie."
You nodded. What Rafayel said made sense, but you were scared. You were scared that the two of them would separate and you would be forced to choose a side. Something you felt was impossible.
It was like Rafayel could sense the fear quivering in your bones. He pressed kisses onto your cheeks and forehead. "It'll be all right, Pearl. There's no need to be scared," he murmured, "things will work out."
You blinked arising tears away and nodded. You knew there was nothing you could really do. It wasn't like you could make your two friends agree with each other. "Thank you, Rafayel," you sniffled, wiping your face.
He gave you a smile and pulled you in closer. "Now that my Cutie feels a bit better, how about we go get some icecream?" Rafayel hummed. You chuckled slightly and nodded, "icecream sounds good."
Kinda a vent since my parents are fighting and I think my stepdad is sick of everything so he might leave. I hope not. He makes my mom really happy. I did everything I could. I can't micro-manage their relationship for them, I can only nudge them into the right direction. I hope him and my mom stop fighting.
'babys first moments' book but it's a carer keeping track of their milestones together.. "first time called me dada" "first time at the aquarium" "first stuffy from dada" ..
You lay on a soft blanket on the ground as you watched elegant hands work on a machine. The summer air was hot and humid. The sun was beating down on the tent you had put up to keep the sun from melting Guizhong and you alive. She was explaining her machine to you and the logistics and engineering behind it. You didn't understand a word she was saying so you just stared at her working and lounged lazily. Her voice was background news as you wondered where Zhongli was. The three of you often hung out. When Guizhong wasn't giving you attention you had Zhongli to give you attention and vice versa. You longed to feel one of their fingers sifting through your hair. The thought appealed to you greatly at the moment, but it seemed too out of reach. You shifted on the blanket so that you lay on your stomach and closed your eyes. Perhaps if you napped, he would show up or Guizhong would finish her machine and shift her attention to you instead.
You didn't know how much time had passed but when you woke you felt hands scratching at the nape of your neck. You didn't bother opening your eyes. That required too much work. The sensation was nice. There was a slight breeze now that soothed your sweaty skin.
"Guizhong..." You murmured.
The hands stilled for a second before resuming. Ah, not Guizhong.
"Zhongli..." You hummed
"...Yes?"
"When did you get here?" You yawned, cracking an eye open. Now that you had awakened slightly you could hear the faint sounds of gears and whatever else Guizhong was working on. She often explained it to you, but you seldom understood.
"A while ago. You were sleeping and Guizhong was working on her new invention."
"yess," you purred, "she was telling me about it but I fell asleep." The feel of Zhongli's fingers scratching your head was soothing and made your brain feel fuzzy. It was almost like being drunk, but better.
You heard the sound of footsteps approaching. You didn't bother to tilt your head up. You knew who they belonged to. Guizhong. She poured a glass of water for herself and plopped down next to you. You felt Zhongli's fingers twitch against your scalp, almost as if he considered removing them. He often got like that when Guizhong was around. He would withdraw from you. You didn't quite know why, but it was something you would fix slowly. Zhongli seemed rather soft to you, despite the strong exterior he had. Guizhong was more assertive. She would tug you along whether you liked it or not. She would force you to eat, while Zhongli would try to coax you into doing so. The two were like opposite sides of a coin but balanced each other out perfectly.
Guizhong and Zhongli began talking. Mainly about her new machine. It was all quite boring to you. The sensation of Zhongli's fingers in your hair and Guizhong's voice lulled you back into sleep. The summer warmth felt like a blanket. It felt like paradise.
You hoped that there would be many more days like this. Perhaps an eternity of this. Yes. That sounded quite nice.
You were about ready to kill Sukuna. It was the first day of your period, thankfully a Saturday, and everything he did and said annoyed you. That stupid look on his face? Annoying. The sound of his footsteps? Annoying. His stupid toned body? EXTREMELY ANNOYING.
You were lounging on the couch when he started to approached you. You let out a groan and an indignant expression crossed his face as he took in your annoyance.
"What, woman?"
You shot him a glare.
"Don't," you warned.
He froze, a scowl on his face. The gears started to turn in his mind. That's when he realized. Ah, you were on your period. That was why he was being subjected to constant nagging. He was used to your slight nagging, but it seemed to get on another level when you were on your period.
"Ryo, wipe that smirk off your face!"
"Ryo, go get me icecream!"
"Ryomen, for everything that is cute in the world, stop walking so loud!"
He let out a huff and continued approaching you, settling right next to you. You shot him a pointed and very angry glare but didn’t say anything. You just unpaused your TV show and sat there sulking.
"Take off work on Monday," you demanded suddenly, pausing your show.
"what?! I can't just-"
"Take. Off. Work." You enunciated. Very clearly.
He looked at you as if you were insane. He thought about arguing back and clearly decided against it, when he saw how your gaze hardened.
"Fine," he huffed, turning his gaze back to the TV.
A small smile tugged at your face as you unpaused the TV. You had won. You would never admit it, but you just slightly enjoyed his company, especially on your period.
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TW/CW: mention of healed scars from self-harm, Sukuna is bad at encouragement but I think it's kinda cute, fluff and comfort
Word count: 402 words
When he first saw those marks, it felt like his brain froze. Your shorts slipped too low and he caught a glace. He acted normal with you, but all he could think of was those scars. He started treating those areas more gently. Using soft touches, instead of grabbing you by the thighs carelessly like before.
You noticed that he had noticed. You had thought you were in the clear but you knew. He had begun to be more gentle than before.
A week passed when you finally said something.
"Ryo..."
"Hm?" He grunted in response.
"Did you... did you see?"
He stiffened slightly, focusing his gaze on the TV instead of you.
You knew he knew.
He nodded slowly, shifting his gaze to you warily.
"I saw," he said gruffly.
You just nodded, unsure of what to say. Was there really anything you could say? The scars were already there and there was nothing you could do to get rid of them. You weren't ashamed of them. Why would you be? They were proof you were strong. Strong enough to win against yourself when you own mind was telling you to give up.
You glanced at him, trying to gauge if he was disappointed or mad, or anything really.
"I- I'm not-"
"I'm proud of you."
That stopped you in your tracks. Your eyes widened as you finally looked at him clearly. He looked embarrassed, as if what he was saying was corny. You knew he wasn't the type to say such sweet things or even say encouraging words.
You opened your mouth, deciding whether to say something or not, but he beat you to it.
"You're strong," he grunted, "scars are a sign of victory, not defeat."
You blinked slowly, letting the words sink in.
Strong. Victory.
Tears pricked at your eyes as you shuffled closer to him.
"nothing to be ashamed of-"
You cupped his face and pressed kisses all over it.
"Ryo," you whined, "you're so sweet."
"Woman-" he sputtered, "get your lips off me-"
"Awww, my sweet Ryomen. Such a cutie."
"Woman-"
He pulled you into his lap and held your hands up.
"For life's sake-"
"Thank you, Ryo," you mumbled.
He froze for a second before slowly letting go of your hands.
"I only said the truth," he grumbled, looking away from you.
I didn't quite know how to end this one. I hope it came out nice. Whether you struggle with sh or are clean, I'm proud of you. You're surviving and there's nothing wrong with that
CW: comfort, reader's friends were fighting and Rafayel comforts reader, fluff
You felt like shit.
Your stomach felt bloated and hollow at the same time. Your head felt fuzzy and clouded. Your breathing was fast and scattered. Your eyes strained and burned. Your limbs felt too heavy. Your ears rang and sung. It was like you own body had turned on itself.
You curled into yourself, sobbing under the covers of your bed. Your friends were fighting again and you couldn't do anything to stop it. You had tried to step in and help them work it out but it seemed to not help at all. They fought nearly every day and you just couldn't anymore. You tried so hard to help them but they just kept on fighting. You were so tired and you felt like you couldn't confide in anyone out of fear that they would say you could have done more. You didn't even tell Rafayel what was going on. But it seemed he had noticed.
You felt the sheets above your head lift gently, exposing you to the soft light of the bedside lamp. You turned around, your gaze landing on Rafayel's concerned face. His lips were slightly pouted and he held a small gift basket in the hand that wasn't peeling the blanket off your curled up form. Rafayel took in your watery eyes and wet face. He didn't say anything as he set down the basket and slid into bed next to you. He gently pulled you into his arms, which caused another tirade of sobs to erupt.
You sobbed against his chest, your fingers digging into his shirt.
"R-rafayel," you sobbed, "I-I'm so-so tired. They fight and fight and fight and I-I try so ha-hard to stop it and he-help them, but they-they just keep fighting over the same things over and over."
He gently ran his hands over your up and through your hair. "Cutie," he murmured, "it's not your fault they're fighting. They're grown adults. They need to figure things out on their own. It's not your responsibility to micro-manage their relationship and keep it afloat."
You sniffled and nodded, looking up at him, "bu-but I want them to be happy."
"You aren't responsible for their happiness," Rafayel soothed, pushing back damp hair from your forehead, "they need to be able to fight for their own happiness if they truly want to be happy. You're responsible for your own happiness, Cutie."
You nodded. What Rafayel said made sense, but you were scared. You were scared that the two of them would separate and you would be forced to choose a side. Something you felt was impossible.
It was like Rafayel could sense the fear quivering in your bones. He pressed kisses onto your cheeks and forehead. "It'll be all right, Pearl. There's no need to be scared," he murmured, "things will work out."
You blinked arising tears away and nodded. You knew there was nothing you could really do. It wasn't like you could make your two friends agree with each other. "Thank you, Rafayel," you sniffled, wiping your face.
He gave you a smile and pulled you in closer. "Now that my Cutie feels a bit better, how about we go get some icecream?" Rafayel hummed. You chuckled slightly and nodded, "icecream sounds good."
Kinda a vent since my parents are fighting and I think my stepdad is sick of everything so he might leave. I hope not. He makes my mom really happy. I did everything I could. I can't micro-manage their relationship for them, I can only nudge them into the right direction. I hope him and my mom stop fighting.
