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He came home tired and stressed, wanting to relax with you until he catches you immersed reading something in your phone. Taking a sneaking peak at your phone from behind you, he's surprised you still haven't noticed his presence. He's shocked to say the least. You? Reading manga that had a lot of smutty sexy activity going on (aka hentai). His shocked gasp right behind your neck makes you jump out of your own skin. This man came home stressed and tired, but now he's horny and very curious. This man's gonna make it his goal to recreate every pose that couple did as punishment. He wants you to take responsibility for making him so hard. Only if you'll allow him to fuck you. Consent y'know

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Characters: Wanderer, CHILDE, Thoma, AYATO, HEIZOU, Alhaitham, CYNO, Blade, Dan Heng, JING YUAN, GOJO, Geto, ITADORI, Megumi, Yuuta, INUMAKI, DAZAI, Chūya, FYODOR, Nikolai, RANPO + your fave babes <3

"...Help me zip up"

Pairings: Characters x f!reader

Characters: Diluc, Zhongli, Thoma, Xiao, Albedo, Itto, Childe, Kaeya, Ayato, Kazuha

Synopsis: You ask your husband for help, what does he do?

Tags: Suggestive

Scenario: Hair styled nicely without a single stray strand in place, face looking smooth and glowing, neck and ears adorned with elegant accessories, everything seems to be in place except for your dress. You wear the black dress that was prepared earlier and slip your body in it. The dress hugs your figure perfectly, you insert your arms around the holes and place the straps on your shoulders. You attempt to zip up the back of the dress but it really is testing your flexibility. Still, you manage to get it halfway done but you can't continue it anymore up to the nape. Struggling for a good few minutes; you can't help but call for your helper husband.

"Babe! Help me!" You call for him and he immediately opens the door and freezes at the sight of your bare back and nape showed to him.

He strides over to you and you turn to look at the mirror, his fingers touch the zipper, and you shiver. Can you trust your husband to zip it up? After all, he's a horndog so...

He zips it up:

— Diluc, Zhongli, Thoma, Xiao, Albedo, Kazuha —

He zips up the zipper and presses a kiss on the side of your head. His warmth embraces you as you both look lovingly at each other in the mirror. He then buries his head on your hair and comments. "You smell so good, I wanna stay with you here and do nothing." He whispers and bites your ear playfully while you whine and laugh.

"Stop it! I prepared so much for this, we'll be late." You squish his cheeks and reason with him. Fingers are entwined as he takes it off his face and kisses the back of your palm. Your heart jumps at the sweet gesture; years married and still acting like a high school couple.

"You're so old-fashioned, I wonder why I even married you." You playfully roll your eyes at him and he laughs. He abruptly pulls you to your surprise and holds your waist tightly. His breath tickles your ear making you bite your lip from suppressing the excitement.

"I guess I made a mistake of zipping it up." His voice sexily enchants you as you feel the dress getting looser.

He unzips it:

— Itto, Childe, Kaeya, Ayato —

"Oh my-" You couldn't even finish your sentence as your husband aggressively pulls down the zipper. making you wonder if his horny ass broke the dress. Your bodies are pressed against each other and hungry kisses initiate as he forces his tongue down to you. His hand moves from your cheek to the straps of your dress and pulls it down, revealing you in your lingerie that was supposed to be saved for tonight.

He stops kissing you, giving you a moment to catch your breath; he takes a few steps back and squints his eye, jokingly moving his upper body from place to place as if inspecting you. Who could blame him? His lovely wife was in a sexy lingerie with an annoyed expression reserved for his playfulness.

"Are you done checking me out now?" You ask smugly and move towards him, tugging his tie. In turn, he grips your chin upwards and puts on an expression that he knows makes you weak at the knees.

He smirks and predator-like eyes look down at you as if you were a feast he would devour.

"Can you put on a show for me? I mean you're already dressed for the part." He shrugs and spanks your ass making you yelp.

a/n: this is not full blown smut but I think suggestive themes generally belong in the smut category soooo.

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My first one-shot on this account is coming soon! It's a smut fic with zhongli x gn reader, but it's going to be longer than I originally thought and I don't even know how long it'll end up being. Maybe it won't be as long as I expect.

So, here begs the question: would you prefer one long post, or a post split into two parts?

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Thursday evenings

Character: Zhongli // Reader: Gn

Genre: Smut // CW: NSFW, public exhibitionism, dry humping, some pet names, slight edging, slight humiliation, slight pain, slight praise

Plot: Yes // Word count: 3.3k

Ah, lovely Thursday evenings... each the same as the next: tiring, bringing hope for the end of the week, and, thankfully, they're usually quite uneventful. At least, they're supposed to be. For everyone except you, it'd seem. Though you suppose you can't complain. After all, you signed up for this when becoming Zhongli's official partner; respected and envied. Though also surprisingly more exhausted than you used to be. Who'd have known?

Now, that's not to say that you're working more than usual. No, that's not it at all. If anything, you've been working less since meeting and, soon after, dating Zhongli! You still have your job, though recently you've taken it upon yourself to stay up later than previously after realising just how late Zhongli finishes work each day.

Because the days when you both work often intersect, you have found it much easier to meet up during the small moments that you both have a break. It just so happens that that often ends up being either during lunch (when you both have too little time to truly enjoy the brief lunch date) or for dinner on a night-time, when you're both a little grouchy -him from working all day, and you from waiting for him to finish working all day, while also attending to your own job. And frankly, it's so late that you're no longer in the mood to eat a substantial meal, despite how hungry you are from holding off and waiting for him.

However, you push past this small discomfort, and enjoy this weekly tradition with your boyfriend; eating together at the same restaurant every Thursday night. The streets are near empty at this time, a dim glow descending on each pathway from the lanterns hanging from doorways and shop signs. Not many people line the walkway aisles, leaving you to enjoy the calm stroll from your and zhongli's shared house, whilst listening to the distant hum, carried on the soft arms of the breeze, of families and shop owners settling down for the night.

Upon reaching the restaurant, you push open the door, walking inside to see the already familiar sight of which you grow more accustomed to with each visit: the barely crowded dining room, a good few guests at the front, and the couple of odd ones out, whose numbers dwindle lower and lower the closer to the back you look. Though the one thing out of place, the one thing you hadn't expected to see, was your meticulous boyfriend, Zhongli, sitting at a different table than the one you always share.

At this point, the staff know to reserve that specific table for you both every Thursday night, and knowing this means that he must've made a particular request for them to change it. You were eager to find out why.

You stride straight over to the table at which he resides, moving past the employee at the front desk with a brief smile and a friendly wave. They knew who you were by now, and weren't all that eager to uphold small rules and courtesies at the risk of delaying Mr Zhongli's busy schedule.

After weaving between the obstacle course of tables and chairs, you pass behind your beloved boyfriend, your hand pressing onto his shoulder as you squeeze behind him and onto the seat at his side, informing him of your presence. At this, he turns to you and his lips lift in that warm expression he always wears when around you, the one that never fails to awaken the little butterflies that dance about in your stomach and light the cosy fireplace in your heart.

He's always reminding you how much he cares for you; even when he doesn't mean to show it. It makes you realise that you do it, too, without intention. You suppose it's the reason why even before you started dating him, there were already rumours flying through the crowds of the city. You simply couldn't hide your infatuation with him, and, so it seems, neither could he.

"Good evening, dear. I trust your journey here was as eventful as ever?" He starts the conversation before you even get a chance, his tone as serious as ever, despite the obvious joke not-so-hidden in his words.

You sidle up a little closer to him, intertwining your arm with his and jabbing him lightly in the side, a smile tugging at your lips, "I'd hardly call it a 'journey', with the few minutes it takes to get here." You answer, shifting your natural tone of voice to match his, though you're not as used to sounding so professional, "and yes, the odd leaf that tried to tackle me through every step nearly made me pass out with fear! I thought I'd never make it out to tell the tale..." You drift off, looking to the side and pretending to gaze off into the distance, as if troubled by reliving this over-exaggerated memory. Upon hearing no response, you shift your gaze back over to your lover, who you find staring at you with his ever-present, intense eyes, filled with love, rather than the humouring response that you'd hoped for.

Well. You hardly suppose you can be mad at him for wanting to keep things more serious, what with him seeming to have some kind of intention tonight, if the odd seating is anything to go off of. Ah, right. That reminded you, you were far too curious to let him ease you into whatever this was the way he has surely planned. You know far too well that he'll drag this out for as long as possible, perhaps without even meaning to, sometimes.

To start, you ask about his day. Basic, you note to yourself, but he seems to like answering the meandering questions first, and then hearing your response to the same thing. And so that is what happens. He's easy to please, you've noticed. Though you suppose it's likely because he's already experienced most of the excitement he needs in life, and is ready to settle down. Which is why you are glad to have met and gotten on so well with him: you were looking for the exact same thing... though you suspect you may have gotten a bit more than you bargained for with him. Just an inkling.

Seemingly distracted by talking, he slides his arm around you and prompts you to come closer, comfortably laying his hand on your side, between your hip and thigh. He begins tracing slow shapes over the fabric of your clothing. He does this often when he is busy delving into the depths of his mind, aware of his surroundings, though not completely focused as he searches for the correct information pertaining to the topic at hand.

He's rambling again. As is to be expected of Zhongli. To save yourself and anyone listening in -as unlikely as this is, with the small amount of clientèle tonight- from having to listen to the smooth baritone of his voice all night (what a shame that'd be), you lean over and steal his lips into a kiss. A brief one, but a kiss all the same. And yours and Zhongli's kisses are always memorable.

After a few delightful seconds, he pulls away, aware of the waiter making his way over to the table after re-entering the dining room through the passage way to the kitchen. At this, Zhongli leans closer to you, inquiring, "Would you like our usual, dearest?" To which you respond with a simple nod of your head. When the waiter arrives at your table, he is sent away quite quickly, already knowing what you're likely to order, his suspicions proven when Zhongli places the order before he can even get a chance to welcome you back.

This unusual display is what truly centres in your mind that something is different tonight. Where Zhongli would normally inquire as to how business is doing at the restaurant, and overall being very friendly to the waitstaff, tonight he shuts down any start to a conversation with them before it even gets a chance to start in the first place. Now, to be certain, Zhongli was in no way rude in his ways of shutting down the talk. As always, he relied on his natural charisma and tactics to befuddle the unfortunate waiter, forcing him to leave so as to figure out how to respond to Zhongli's odd behaviour in his own time, where he wouldn't be put on the spot, out in the open. Though, you did still feel bad for the poor boy, surely feeling embarrassed, if his reddening cheeks as he turned to leave were anything to go by.

Once the waiter is out of sight, Zhongli pulls you onto his lap, sideways on, so you can still face him. This, admittedly, happens more often than you could count. Though, unlike the regular safe, comforting atmosphere of the position, something in the tense stature of his body convinces your own to follow, as if it were an unspoken rule that something wasn't right. Something was different.

Before you can ask, you stifle a surprised squeak when Zhongli instead nuzzles into the side of your neck, laving slow, precise kisses along your neck and jaw. As this goes on, you progressively get warmer and more worked up, your grip on his sleeve tightening where his hand rests on your thigh. He's leaving you in suspense, unsure of if he's really going to take this further in such a public area; another part of you hopes that he will. Trailing his kisses up to your ear, he begins to whisper, his breath brushing against the sensitive skin and teasing a ticklish shiver down your spine. He whispers:

"Dearest, please do answer my question," he prepares, a tone of secrecy inlying within the statement, "I've taken notice that, recently, you've been getting more and more aroused in public settings, especially... here." Your thighs clench together automatically, as if attempting to hide the fact that, indeed, you were already beginning to get excited, just by his words and teasing touches alone. "After our... serious talk earlier this month, I'd assumed you were trying to hint that I was taking too long to adhere to your requests. Is that what you think, dearest?"

Ah, so he had remembered. As much as it had flustered you during the moment and lead up to, you'd been satisfied with how the situation had turned out. Zhongli had agreed to test out your fantasies of 'playing in public' as he so indecently liked to put it. You swear, he only did that to embarrass you further, only dropping his stonework front to overwhelm you with humiliation when he says "It's really nothing to be worried about, dear. It's simply one of your needs that has been neglected thus far, and I am looking forward to correcting my mistake shortly." Of course, this only served to make you more withdrawn for the duration of the conversation, which was his actual plan, you're sure, if the smirk he wore was anything to go by. Perhaps that was his idea of easing you into the vulnerable nature of the public exhibition you'd asked for, testing your reactions when it was only him to be conscious of.

At your silence to his question, he continues, "Ah, so you did. I've only neglected you further, haven't I, dearest? Only, I've been planning this night since our... 'special' conversation. You remember the one," he implies with a careless wave of his free hand, "so, I thought it'd be good to start here." Even though it is a statement, he looks to you, turning you to face him with a gentle guiding hand pressed to your cheek, waiting for you to agree.

After a brief moment of hesitation, you nod and kiss him again, your throat tight from the suddenness of the surprise situation, rendering you speechless. His arms slide around to your front and pull you back into his chest, before taking a gentle but firm hold on your hips and pressing into them. His long, graceful fingers pull the fabric taut under his ministrations as he turns your entire body to sit directly on his lap, facing forwards, all the while keeping contact through your kiss.

He pulls away from the kiss and uses the hand he kept pressed to your cheek to turn you to face forward again, telling you to: "Look out for the waiter, he shouldn't be gone too long." He then starts kissing your neck and biting your ear, before laying both arms across the tops of your thighs in a carefree manner, as if he has all the time in the world.

When you don't take any initiative, he bucks up, pressing his growing erection into you, the movement slight enough to disguise it as a simple shift of position to a stray eye, but the sluggishness of the action proving that it was intentional to wind you up. You bite your lip and shift on his lap, trying to entice him into doing it again, which he ignores. You turn to ask him what he is doing, and he tells you, "Be patient, we're in public, remember," at which you flush and snap your head back into place. Now looking ahead, you quietly curse him under your bated breath for being a hypocrite when he started it all, which earns you a harsh grip on the inside of your thigh, cutting you off mid-sentence with your own gasp at the introduction of pain.

Nothing more happens except for a few teasing thrusts from Zhongli, but you stifle any noises and hold back your bratty complaints. "Good work, my dear, you learn so quickly." Oh. Oh, he really said that. He knows how much it turns you on to hear him title you as his own, as if you were a treasure to be captured and kept safe under his own watchful gaze; as if it would pain him to see you in the arms of someone else, as unlikely as it was to happen -which is, entirely unlikely.

Unfortunately, the waiter comes back all too quickly, just as Zhongli had predicted. Damn him for being good at his job, you think to yourself, knowing that he wasn't actually doing anything wrong or different than every other week you're here, in fact.

You both begin eating, not much being said due to the feeling of having to keep quiet, even though you're not doing anything particularly scandalous right now. You, begrudgingly, and Zhongli, with a distinct upwards pull to his lips, such an aggravating smirk.

"Will that be all?" Asks the waiter upon returning again once you're done eating.

"Actually, I believe we'd like some dessert, if you wouldn't mind. Anything will do, right, love?" At this, you glare at Zhongli, a glowering scowl darkening your eyes, to which he has no reaction. The waiter then leaves to put in the order for dessert.

Then, once more, Zhongli takes your hips in his hands and starts guiding you along to grind slowly on his lap, so as not to draw attention to the movement. You gasp and grip onto his knee with one hand and the edge of the table with the other, looking around to see if any of the customers still around you have noticed, releasing some of the tension in your body when you see that they're none the wiser. This continues for a few minutes until you get impatient again and try to press down harder on Zhongli's hard on. He lets you do as you want for a while longer, relaxing his hold on your hips and kissing you gently, before taking control again when you start getting close, slowing your erratic movements but continuing to build it up.

You're about to cum when the waiter starts coming back over. Again. Your head is lolled back on Zhongli's shoulder, eyes closed, and you open them when he stops his movements, cutting off your orgasm. You're about to whine about it when you notice the waiter not far from you. You straighten up quickly, whimpering at the rough friction it gives to your sensitive and aching core, and the sad knowledge that you won't be building back up to your orgasm until after finishing your plate...

The waiter delivers the dessert and leaves right after, now picking up on the hint that tonight you are not to be disturbed. You can't look at his face from embarrassment, which amuses Zhongli. "You're the one who wanted to try this," he admonishes lightly, and you swat at him softly in retaliation, which makes him laugh and you both start to eat again.

Once you're both finished eating, Zhongli suddenly starts grinding you on his lap, pushing his hips up into you intermittently, finally letting out a few quiet groans of his own after his steadfast silence up until now. Your core is winding up faster this time because of how close you got earlier, and the fact that zhongli is now also moving and seems more eager to release gets you excited that he'll let you cum this time.

But then, the waiter comes back to clear up the table, and you both halt in your movements. Or, Zhongli does, but you continue to sway your hips, chasing your oh-so-close climax, before he tightens his grip immediately, digging his fingertips and nails deep into the flesh of your hips, likely creating bruises despite the layer of clothing separating the two. Your eyes tear up a bit and you bite down a groan of pain before it can creep its way out of your throat.

While the waiter cleans up the table, Zhongli rests his head over your shoulder, addressing the waiter, "Thank you for the lovely evening, we'd like to take the cheque now. Y/N here is getting a bit tired, or perhaps sick, it would seem. Don't you agree?" You open your mouth to reply, averting your darting eyes, when you're interrupted by the waiter who takes a slow rove over your body position and expression.

"Yes, sir, they do seem a bit weak, maybe too warm as well. I'll go get the cheque right away."

Once gone, you instantly start moving on Zhongli's lap after begging him over your shoulder. He lets you move at your own pace, and you cum quickly, the tight coil snapping in your stomach, sending tendrils of pleasure rushing through your veins, and unknowingly creating a dark, wet mess on zhongli's pants. You're struggling to choke down your moans in fear of the other remaining patrons hearing, but Zhongli's continued movements keep pushing you further and further into a delirious frenzy of ecstasy.

However, Zhongli doesn't get to cum. Before he can, the waiter is back with the bill. On his way to the table, zhongli huffs out a growl and leads you to stand up with him, leaning down to whisper with a gruff drawl in his voice, as if he was holding back, "Don't think we're done yet... wait until we get home." and straightens himself up again.

He leads you forward to greet the waiter and get the cheque, his hand on your ass despite the fact that the few customers within visual distance will definitely see if they look over. Not that they'd ever condemn Mr Zhongli for an act that isn't all that uncommon among couples. The most that would come of the display would be some jealous gossip.

He takes the bill and his face drops as he checks his pockets. He turns to you, looking both slightly embarrassed himself and taunting for bringing attention to you even while you're still a bit worked up from your orgasm, sweaty and flushed. He says, with a smile that doesn't look very apologetic, "Oh dear, I seem to have forgotten to bring any mora with me again."

"Did you bring your wallet, dearest?"

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