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dear diary.

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dear god have mercy on me. i swear his whole hangout is just a massive shōjo manga idc no one can convince me otherwise love him sm brb sobbinfnskd T T

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ᶻz﹒ dragon!zhongli & afab!reader ﹐

– cw﹕ zl having heat cycles · breeding kink · feral zl · jealousy becoming a sex drive or smt · non-con if you squint (not my intention) · overstim · creampies · use of the terms ‘cunt’ & ‘cock’ · etc. ✶

– an﹕ this has been rotting in my brain and i have no idea whether someone already wrote this or not,

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okay but imagine you being born and growing up in mondstadt but travelling to liyue only to end up marrying the geo archon himself. imagine if zhongli has heat cycles and you being his lovely little wife, you help him throughout every cycle he goes through. imagine him whispering how much he wants to fill you to the brim, fill you ‘til you're full of him and overflowing whenever that time comes. imagine zhongli not stopping even for a moment to give you a break after your nth orgasm because he's too lost in pleasure. him rutting into you as if he has been holding back his desire for the longest time.

all your pleas for him to go slower falls through deaf ears, your body shaking and walls continuously clenching as zhongli continues to pound into your sopping cunt. the combination of pain and pleasure leaves you babbling incoherent words, whilst deep grunts and curses leaves his swollen lips; words muffled as his lips are still attached to the nape of your neck. kissing, licking, sucking, marking you as his.

hours pass by but it seems that he's not even halfway done with you. you could always use your safe word, but the pleasure you're feeling is replacing your words with moans and whines. oh, how he loved how you're singing for him. zhongli fucked you with precision and it only made you see stars. his lips never leaving you as his hands fondles with you softly.

you're approaching, yet again, another climax, you writhed and squirmed in his hold. he held your hips and continued to fuck you with fervor. “fuck– oh lord barbatos,” you whined as you approach your high. his movements suddenly halting. you realized what you said and it was like digging your own grave. it took him only a few seconds before he continued to rut into you, with greater eagerness and passion. and it went on for hours and hours, he fucked you with vigor as if he was molding his cock into your walls, coming undone inside you like your heart constantly pumping blood. he wanted to show you that it was morax who was making you feel this good, not barbatos, not anyone else.

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cw · gn!reader w you prns, slightly suggestive i think, tooth-rotting hcs, these made my toes curl rahhh

an · it's past 1am and i have classes tomorrow (technically in approx. 5-6hrs) and the only thing on my mind rn is,,

scaramouche whose ears get tinted with pink when you do something adorable, he hates how you make his heart race. it makes him feel weak, weak for you.

scaramouche who tries to hide his excitement when you both share the same interests, “opposites attract” they say, but maybe they do attract each other only to find the similarities they actually have within; he believes.

scaramouche who denies his feelings for you until you did something that made his heart pang so loud, to the point of him losing his composure whenever you talk with him.

scaramouche who accidentally confesses to you while you both were arguing about something stupid, god you're gorgeous in his eyes, especially when you were mad.

scaramouche who thinks some things you do are too childish for your own good, but never seems to decline whenever you invite him to do it with you, he pinky promised that he would.

scaramouche who likes to hug you from behind and kiss your neck, maybe bite on it softly too kwkw.

scaramouche who becomes slightly too overprotective of you & gets jealous easily, which probably explains why he likes to leave hickies on where it can be displayed for other people to see.

scaramouche who shed tears and showed you how vulnerable he can be, though he didn't feel impaired; not with how you caressed his hair and treated him as if he was a real human.