#self insert x zhongli

[watatsumiis]

'A Day to Remember' - A Meirin x Zhongli drabble.

This was my first ever commissioned piece, ordered by the lovely @zhongrin (thank you so much again) !! I had a lot of fun writing it and got permission to post it here :D if anyone is ever interested in commissioning me, feel free to contact me and I'm sure we can work something out :>

Content: Zhongli x female OC/self insert with a pre-established marriage! Slight suggestiveness at the end.

“There seems to be… an excess of gifts here today, my love.” Zhongli commented with a slight furrow of his brow as he lifted an ornate pot of peonies from one of the teahouse tables. “Is there something I’ve missed?” He asked, setting the flowers on the counter.

Meirin raised her eyebrows incredulously and placed her hands on her hips. “I’d like you to say that again, just a little more slowly.” She pursed her lips.

Zhongli frowned and turned a slow circle, observing the myriad of presents stacked throughout the small teahouse. “I presume there’s some kind of celebration that I’m not privy to.” He scratched his chin thoughtfully.

Meirin let out a long-suffering sigh and carded her fingers through her wavy black hair before leaning her elbows on the counter to fix Zhongli with a stern look. “Mmm-hmmm.” She hummed out, a flicker of amusement passing over her face at her husband’s denseness. Though being a long-term partner of the Geo Archon had its benefits, timeliness was not one of them. 

“Anniversary?” Zhongli murmured to himself, blinking slowly as he looked towards the window. “No, no, that’s in Autumn.” He sighed softly, looking around at the presents once more and tentatively reaching out to pick up one of the cards attached to the nearest box. 

“Ah ah ah.” Meirin scolded him lightheartedly. “No cheating.” She couldn’t help but lord the knowledge over her husband - though him forgetting such an event hurt, she knew it was less out of neglect and more because Zhongli simply had so much in his head on a day-to-day basis that such events tended to slip by unnoticed. 

“It’s…” Zhongli looked out the window for a few moments, until it hit him. “Ah.” He looked towards his wife. “Curses.” He muttered to himself, before surging forward to walk around the counter and wrap his arms around Meirin’s waist. “Happy birthday, my dear.” He picked her up, ignoring her squeal of shock and protest. 

“There we go.” Meirin giggled and threw her arms around Zhongli’s neck, grinning broadly as he peppered little kisses to her jawline, then finally planted one directly to her lips and set her down once again.

Meirin returned the kiss with no hesitation, letting her hands linger for a little longer as she grinned, then readjusted her glasses where they’d been knocked crooked by Zhongli’s affections.

Zhongli smiled warmly, then looked towards the stairway that led to their shared living area. “I believe I have just the thing for the occasion.” He observed. “If you’ll just give me a moment.”

Meirin nodded as Zhongli headed up the stairway, and she was left alone once again. She quietly regarded the gifts and cards scattered throughout the teahouse, set down wherever there was space as they’d been delivered. 

Zhongli returned a few minutes later, a small, carefully wrapped package in hand. 

“Do you just keep these kinds of things on hand?” Meirin teased lightly, tapping the spot she’d cleared on one of the tables during her husband’s absence.

“I purchase meaningful gifts as I see them, and give them at appropriate times.” Zhongli replied, a mischievous tone to his voice as he set the parcel down carefully, and drew back so that Meirin could open it. 

“Well, I suppose that puts you in a tier above Xiao.” Meirin observed. “He was practically knocking down the door at the crack of dawn to give me…uh…that.” She elaborated as Zhongli stared blankly at her, then she gestured towards the counter, to where a shoddy, palm-sized fabric doll sat crookedly, barely able to keep upright under the weight of its own oversized head.

Zhongli looked at it for a few moments. “It’s a worry doll.” He informed her with a smile, puffing his chest out in a proud gesture. “He took my advice.” 

Any further observations were cut off as Meirin began to open the present, and Zhongli went silent in anticipation of her reaction. She carefully undid the ribbon and unfolded the soft fabric that Zhongli had wrapped the box in while she eyed the design on the material appreciatively. 

“It’s a bandana. It has all sorts of interesting uses.” Zhongli imparted his knowledge readily. “I’ve heard they’ve become rather popular recently thanks to their versatility. I thought that perhaps you might like it as an accessory.”

“You’re so thoughtful.” Meirin cooed, folding the bandana up carefully and setting it aside so that she could open up the unmarked box. She gasped softly as she took off the lid and recognised the shape of two new teacups in there, packed in carefully alongside two matching saucers and spoons. 

“Oh, Zhongli…” She couldn’t help but smile broadly as she carefully picked one up and looked over the delicately painted geo symbols. “They’re gorgeous!” She took a moment to look over all the little details before setting it back down and wrapping her husband up in a huge hug.

Zhongli returned the affection without any hesitation, pulling Meirin close to his broad chest and pressing his lips to the top of her head. “I’m so glad you like them, my sweet.” He tangled his fingers in her hair and held her close. “Thank you for being alive for another three hundred and sixty five days, beloved.” He all but purred to his wife, pulling her as close as he could without outright squishing her against him, or displacing any of her carefully chosen accessories. “And for choosing to spend them with me.” He added warmly. 

“You can say all the sappy things you like, ‘Li, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re gonna have to make it up to me for forgetting my birthday in the first place.” Meirin put on a mock pout, but her iron grip around Zhongli’s torso didn’t abate. 

Zhongli chuckled, releasing her for a moment then snaking his arms around her waist as he leaned in close, his breath tickling against her ear as he nosed into her wavy hair. “Oh, I’m sure we could come up with a few ways for me to make it all better, my dear.”

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[adonisbeloveds]

You use them to farm for another character

Neuvillette: Forcast says its gonna flood, don't get it wrong! he is honoured to be your first choice to farm with but...for someone else? Are you gonna show that person more love? will you forget about him? please don't fontaine won't survive if you do! scratch that all of teyvat won't survive. The only way you would know he is sad is forever rain in your game, you don't want your poor dragon to cry do you? Well go farm for him and not someone else you monster.

Wanderer: At first he was super excited that you chose him but when he found out it wasn't to farm for him he was devistated, where you going to abandon him like someone? Of course you won't! now apologise for scaring him. Bring him to your teapot, feed him the best food and care for him, its the least you can do after that! show him that you love him unlike someone. Don't worry he forgives you he could never stay mad at you!

Zhongli: The first few times he was jealous but when you kept using him he started to get silent pride and all doubts he had? washed away because he knew you would never stop using him, his sheilds are the best arn't they? Hes not one to brag because he already knows the others are jealous animals, he has the strongest sheild and a good damage burst, why would you even think twice to not use him?

Yes there was raiden slander, and yes I am alive(•◡•) /

[sarahsartistportfolio]

SAGAU: A Rumor Spreads

Forewarns: Female reader, real self indulgent shit, not cult au or imposter au, reader is a virgin, reader is soft and feminine, ok honestly this is straight up virginity kink I'm going call it what it is lol, Kazuha having a bittt of a corruption kink, Wanderer's section turned out really romantic? lol, this bit isn't 18+ but future chapters might be, Cyno on his knees for us👀, Xiao yearning hard,

AO3

Kazuha - Cyno - Xiao - Heizou - Zhongli - Childe - Wanderer - Maybeeee Lyney and Albedo

“Ei I’m thinking of planning a girls only getaway at an Inazuma hot springs? Would you and Yae Miko like to help me out?” 

The two are immediately beaming and receptive to the idea. Any chance for you to spend more time in Inazuma is quickly snatched up. As you sit with the two lovely ladies, planning out who to invite, where to host the outing, you explain to them that you’d rather keep this event private. If word got around(especially to the other nations) that you were holding an exclusive get together in Inazuma(at an hot springs no less) you’re afraid some nosy guests might try to peep in on the conversation. The two swear to you they’ll keep their lips shut but as your invites go out rumors just tend to spread. Now every woman in the nation of eternity would love to attend this private get away, just to get an opportunity to speak to you their goddess one on one. And of course there are those with a little more devious intentions of seeing their beloved goddess in such an exposed state. 

Oh and of course once the word gets around to the boys, the absolute disappointment on their faces plus the swirling curiosity. A trip with just the girls? What will you speak about that you don't want any male ears to hear? Is it about them? Are you going to speak about them in private?

(Heizou not so subtly asking Sara what was said on this trip. Thoma sneakily listens in to conversations any of the women have on the estate that even mention your name. Itto loudly and desperately begging Shinobu to tell him where you are holding this outing so he can just, you know, not subtly spy on your conversations.) 

Despite the rumors still floating around, you follow through with this little getaway plan. With extra reassurance from Yae Miko that if she catches any peeping toms she'll be sure to zap them. 

And despite some of the girls being more nervous to be so up close and personal with you, others are just jumping at the chance to see you so laid back and vulnerable. And the steam from the hot springs just seems to melt away your walls, as the night goes on you find the conversation drifting to…romance. You tell Yae Miko how you love to write sappy cheesy romance novels and she’s more than happy to give some of your rough drafts a read. You playfully start to run your hands through Kirara’s damp hair just to hear her purr and now suddenly Yoimiya is asking “Me next! Me next!”

It isn't until you sheepishly say “Ah well despite writing about romance a lot I’ve never actually been in love or slept with anybody.” that an audible pause washes over the group. The deer scare making a loud echoing “clink”.

Now they all begin to coo and question you. 

“There’s no way no one hasn’t fallen head over heels for your Grace yet?! You must be like thousands of years old, surely you’ve stolen someone’s heart” Yomiya loudly proclaims.

“Aww so you’re saving yourself for your one true love, how cute.” Yae Miko insinuated.

“When you say it out loud its embarrassing-”

“Has anyone caught your eye yet your Grace?” Sara asks a bit too calmly as she and Ei eye you down with anticipation. 

The girls continue to grill you with nosy questions “What’s your ideal type?” “Do you prefer men or women more?” 

And you answer them with giddiness, happy to spill your life long dreams of getting married and having a family of your own one day.

“Ah, so you desire to get married and become a mother?...” Yae Miko vocalized aloud, wondering what this would mean for the whole of Tayvet. 

“I know it's a silly little dream of mine…”

“It's not silly at all, your Grace!” Yomiya cheerfully chimes in. “If you have your heart set on someone let me know and maybe I can set up a huge fireworks display that spells out I love you.” She giggles and Kirara nods in agreement.

Thanks but I don't really want anyone to play matchmaker…

The rest of the night goes on with laughter and drinks. The women feeling blessed to see this vulnerable side of you. You assume the conversations you had with the ladies will remain private but…it seems like someone has loose lips.

Soon days after the trip, rumors start to pop up.

“Ah didn't you hear our dear goddess is still a virgin, as pure as a lily kissing the sun’s rays for the first time.” “I aspire to have the same chastity as her.” “I heard she’s specifically looking for a husband because she wants to have kids.” “Surely if she chooses a man from our nation that means she’ll permanently reside here right?”

When you meet up with Venti again he’s a little more gleeful than usual. And when you part to say goodbye he leans in, eyes close but you abruptly stop him with a hand covering his mouth.

“What are you doing?”

“I wanted to kiss you before anyone else does.” He says with disappointed eyes, voice still muffled by your hand. When you allow him to speak more it's then that you know. Somebody in at that hot springs squealed. 

And there’s no stopping these nosy rumors once they start going. What happens when they reach the ear of...?

[poisonous-honey]

Red In Stones

Who’s Here! Reader/Player, Paimon, Aether, Bennett, Zhongli

Contains: SAGAU (Not the Cult), nothing else really, there’s like 2 curse words idk, Player sucks at redstone, Player is only referred to with “you”

You can read on AO3!

Note: Holy moly. I have no memory of writing this despite it sitting in my docs for quite a while lol. Looked it over and thought it was simply dumb fun so here it is :)

It's been a while since you've been transported to Teyvat, your Teyvat, and even longer since you've learned they were all self aware. Travelling the world of Teyvat first hand with characters people you adore has been the best thing you could've ever hoped for. Though the longer you stay here and the more you get used to the place, the more you start to wonder, What would it have been like to land in another one of your games? To travel the land of Hyrule with Link, solve crimes with Phoenix Wright and Maya, steal hearts with the Phantom Thieves, hang out with Papyrus and Alphys if Sans and Undyne don’t kill you first… beat the shit out of a certain purple guy. The possibilities were endless!

Everyone had caught you daydreaming about it at this point, but no one had made any attempt to bring it up in conversation. That is until Aether offhandedly said that they could enter other parts of your device. Including all of your video games.

After a lot of begging and promises of farming (and swearing to a few you wouldn’t just up and abandon them the first opportunity you got), they finally agreed to let you explore other game worlds. As long as a few of them came with you and you had to start with a simpler game within your library. Not that you were complaining.

Now you’ve been having a blast in Minecraft for a few days with a handful of other people who were willing to join you for your journey. Unfortunately, you broke your only way to communicate with the others so you've been forced to stay at base.

You feel like your head is spinning as you look up from the vague instructions you wrote on your piece of paper (that very much just amounted to a couple of scribbled squares with red lines and the words “GOOD LUCK” off to the side) to the mess of a contraption you have sitting in front of you. A tower strategically placed dirt and heaps of redstone dust lay in the middle of the main hall, taking up a majority of the space in the room. The rest of the place filled with discarded blocks of various redstone uses and an excess amount of redstone itself litters the floor. 

Walking over to the other side of the room and jumping over a tripwire you still haven’t picked up off the floor, you grab what you hoped was a repeater. Lifting it you notice a third torch attached to the stone slate and realise it’s actually a comparator. At this you get lost in your own head, trying to remember what it did and if you could use it instead of looking for the repeater, when the front door bursts open behind you.

“Hey have you seen- HUH!? What happened here? Why is everything such a mess!”

The sudden shrill from Paimon startles you as you nearly fling the comparator across the room. Unfortunately you end up tripping over the wire on the floor and falling into the rest of your test, making the dirt tumble over and breaking all the redstone connections you spent the last few minutes trying to figure out.

“OH, Paimon is so sorry! Paimon didn’t mean to freak you out, are you okay?”

Looking up you see Aether lending you a hand to help you out of the pile of contraptions you’ve ended up in. You gladly accept his help and take his hand, letting him pull you up from the wreckage. Once you're standing to your full height you start to dust yourself off as you reply to Paimon.

“Yeah I’m fine. I was using more redstone than necessary, so that ended up cushioning my fall.”

Thinking about it now, you don’t think a heaping pile of redstone is a good idea anyway. If you powered it, would it explode or would it act like a regular block of redstone? You huff, it was probably for the best that the idea was destroyed, that’s a test for outside the house.

“Well at least you’re okay, but this wouldn’t have happened at all if you kept the room orderly! There’s a ton of blocks in random places and so much of our decorations are missing and there’s redstone everywhere! It’s even on the ceiling! How did you even get it up there!?”

Hearing that you look up and see Paimon is actually correct. Splotches of red dust cover sections of the ceiling and slowly fall back to the floor as small red particles. It almost makes the room look like a redstone sand cave or like a tornado came through here. You have no idea how you managed that.

You shrug and give Paimon a halfhearted smile, “I couldn’t tell you. I wish I could though, that’d actually allow for a lot of possibilities-”

“That’s not the point! What were you doing to cause such a disaster in the main hall?”

Paimon questions as she interrupts you, causing you to drop the attempt at a smile to sulk instead. You look away from them to the mess you’ve made of the whole room. It’s now hitting you how long it’s going to take to clean all of this up.

“I was trying to remember how to use redstone.”

Paimon looks absolutely flabbergasted at your response and Aether tries and fails to keep his giggling to himself. You glare in his general direction which gets him to try a little harder to not laugh in your face. 

Paimon starts waving her arms around to bring your attention back to her,  “And you were doing this inside why???”

You shrug again, not able to think of an answer. At least not a satisfying one when all you can think of is ‘the old man thinks i’ll freeze to death’ as a reply.

Zhongli had asked you not to leave the house when he received news of your communicator breaking and left a while ago to fix it. It was the only way to send messages and receive updates from everyone else in this world, as well as checking coordinates, so not having one put you at risk. Especially since you often walked off on your own at any slightly interesting thing you saw in the distance. He feared you’d get lost without it and end up stuck in a snowy peaks biome… somehow.

You would’ve just burrowed under the floor to explore the lush cave nearby, but he grew wise to that after you created a bit too many hidden exits for the fun of it. He ended up layering a ton of obsidian underneath the floor.

(You: Yo Zhongli what the fuck??

Zhongli: It’s an attempt to stop you from creating pitfalls in the house. There has been one to many occasions where Bennett has fallen into one of the many holes you’ve produced.

You: Okay fair, but where’d you even get the obsidian from? Only the Traveller has a diamond pickaxe at the moment.

Zhongli: :)

You: HELLO!?)

“No one can find me if I wander off on my own, so until my communicator gets fixed I’m stuck here.”

Paimon shakes her head, “Paimon guesses that makes sense, but that still doesn’t explain how trying to learn would cause such a mess!”

You pull out the page with your instructions and wave it around, “I was trying to recreate my magnum opus!”

“No offence, but your ‘magnum opus’ currently looks like a blood bath.”

That was the last straw to break Aether’s self control as he starts laughing. He bends over with a hand on his knee and a hand covering his mouth. You scowl at the both of them and cross your arms, “Laugh it up why don’t you.”

Aether quickly stands up straight and waves one of his hands in front of him as the other stays rested on his chest, “No no no I’m not laughing at you. This is just such a bizarre situation to witness.”

You sigh, guess you can’t argue with that. It’s not like this could happen in Teyvat. Well, you guess it’s more like they wouldn’t allow this to happen in Teyvat. Some of them go above and beyond to make sure you know you can talk to them whenever you want and always have the means to do so.

Aether calms down soon after, though you can still see a bit of mirth in his eyes, “Back to why we originally came back, have you seen Bennett anywhere?”

Paimon's eyes light up as she also remembers their original purpose coming back and swiftly turns bashful, “Oh yeah, we were supposed to ask for Bennett’s whereabouts.”

You shrug for the third time in this conversation. In the back of your mind you hear someone threaten to chop your shoulders off, but you wave it away. If they wanted a better answer they should’ve asked a better question.

“The last time I saw Bennett he ran out of the house before I could stop him. I assume he went to find a cave, or a swamp.”

They look at each other in confusion for a second before Paimon asks another question, “Why would he want to go to either location? Paimon gets wanting to go mining, but what does a cave and a swamp have in common that both will do?”

Aether speaks up right after, “We did find a swamp not too long ago, but it’s pretty far away. I don’t see why he’d want to go there either.”

He looks at you curiously, probably also wanting to hear your answer for Paimon’s question. You sigh and turn away from them to dig through one of the many chests you’ve laid next to the walls. You don’t exactly need anything at the moment, but just standing there talking to them surrounded by dirt and redstone was making you restless.

“Slimes. Slimes can either spawn in a swamp or in a slime chunk underground. Seeing as there’s no way for us to see if an area is a slime chunk or not, and you guys actually found a swamp already, I imagine he went there.”

Paimon, “Okay that’s one question answered, but that just raises another! Why does he even need to find slimes?”

You have a feeling someone is not going to like your response. At least now they're asking questions you know the answer to.

“I was complaining about not having enough slimeballs to make the number of sticky pistons I wanted and having to wait for Zhongli to get back, when Bennett suddenly said he’d be glad to get them and ran out the front door.”

As you predicted, Paimon instantly starts to get aggressive again. Before she can go on a tirade again you turn to them and raise your hands, trying to defend yourself.

“I didn't ask him to go! I didn't even know he was there until he was gone! Believe me I would not have asked him to go look for slimes, especially on his own. They’re such a pain to find, I'd have at least wanted to be there with him so it wasn’t so unbearable.”

You’re suddenly struck with a thought and go to reach for your communicator, only to groan when you remember Zhongli still hasn’t come back with it yet. Instead you turn back towards the two who are still standing near the doorway to the house.

“Now that I think about it, he hasn’t died yet has he? Cause I haven’t heard anything around the house. I think I’ve been the only person here since he left.”

Paimon shakes her head and Aether pulls out his own communicator to check the chat messages. He scrolls for a bit before shaking his head too. Paimon is about to comment on how strange it was to not hear anything from him for so long, when the door slams open behind them and they both immediately jump out of the way. 

Bennett himself comes barreling through the doorway, a bunch of slimeballs bundled in his arms as he laughs triumphantly.

“Hey! I got your-”

As quickly as he came in, his smile drops just as fast. Without missing a beat Bennett ends up tripping over the wire that was still left on the floor and plummets. He falls face first into the floor, promptly getting covered by the piles of redstone on the floor, before vanishing in a puff of smoke. Everything that was in his inventory scatters across the already cluttered room, and the slimeballs he was holding bounce in your direction. Once they get close enough, they’re absorbed into your own inventory, showing you he ended up collecting 5 stacks of them.

“Well… that was probably a record for him, right?”

Both Aether and Paimon stare at you, which you elect to ignore, and that’s when you realise Zhongli is standing in the doorway. One of his arms crossed over his torso while the other is covering his face in what you assume is disappointment. Maybe he’s the reason why Bennett lasted this long. It would be a bit of a shame, since that would null his new record, but at least he didn’t die hundreds of blocks away from the base.

Ignoring both the looks being given towards you from the peanut gallery and the slight disappointment radiating from Zhongli, you try to be as pleasant as possible. You hope that a little bit of him at least finds this situation amusing.

Clasping your hands behind your back you try to radiate the perfect image of innocence, “Why hello Mr. Zhongli! What a pleasant surprise. I wasn’t expecting to see you back so soon!”

You notice his lips quirk a little, but his eyes still glance around the room and come to a stop at Bennett’s items still hovering on the floor.

“I haven’t been gone for long and yet you’ve still managed to make a mess of the place.”

You sigh and droop your head, “In my defence, I was left unsupervised and unable to leave to take my creative liberties elsewhere.”

Zhongli looked like he wanted to say something in response to that, but decides against it and hands over your fixed communicator instead. A small tired smile rests on his face as he lets out a sigh and steps closer to you, cutting the string on the floor with his spear in the process.

Finally with the communicator back in your possession, you skim through the messages you missed (noticing that Bennett indeed hadn’t died until now) and send a grateful smile towards Zhongli.

“Thank you Zhongli!”

He nods in acknowledgment, “It wasn't a problem. I’ve reinforced it, so It should not break on you again. Though…” He pauses to take in the full extent of the wreck you’ve turned the room into, “It appears you have much to fix before you can set off on another one of your journeys. I shall help you clean this mess.”

You deflate, but don’t argue since this whole thing is your fault in the first place, “Thanks Zhongli…”

You hear Paimon giggles at the predicament you’ve landed yourself in from behind you before speaking directly with Zhongli, “It’s a good thing you were actually with Bennett. Who knows what kind of trouble he could’ve landed himself in that far away from the base.”

Ah, so she was thinking the same as you.

Zhongli shakes his head at that thought though with a smile, “I only met him on the way back. Most of his voyage was done on his own. I saw him running away from a coven of witches with the bundles of slime already in his possession. I merely helped him escape the witches and escorted him the rest of the way.”

Both yours and Paimon's brows raise upon hearing that. You keep forgetting Bennett is still an experienced adventurer despite his luck. You need to remember to give him more credit. As you think that Bennett finally comes tumbling down the stairs. His face is beet red as he collects all his items that littered the floor. He ends up tripping again, on air this time, and yet again gets covered in redstone. He lives this time though and has to deal with it until he can wipe it all off.

You and Aether reach your hands for him to grab at the same time which has both of you chuckling. When Bennett looks up he grins wide and just grabs both of your hands. You and Aether end up using a bit more force than necessary to lift him up and he nearly crashes into you guys, but he rights himself pretty quickly.

“Are you alright?” “You good man?”

Bennett beams, his smile is so bright you think you’ll die, “Yeah I’m perfectly fine! Fantastic even! That was one of the best solo adventures I’ve ever been on and I ended up getting a lot of those slimeballs you wanted- Wait, where are they!?”

He starts to pat himself down and frantically looks everywhere on the floor for a hint of where they could be. You place a hand on his shoulder to stop him before he runs out of the house in a panic thinking he dropped them somewhere.

You hold up a stack of slimeballs for him to see, “Don’t worry man I got them. Thank you by the way. You really didn’t have to do that for me.”

He just looks at you again with another smile that you swear rivals the sun, “It wasn’t a problem! I’m glad I could be of help!”

Paimon puts her hands on her hips as she looks him over in concern, “That’s great and all, but isn’t the swamp super far away? Why didn’t you even tell anyone you were going?”

Bennett scratches the back of his head, “Yeah, it was a pretty far trip, but I got to see so many cool things on the way! Like, there was this one mountain I found and it was full of goats-”

He continues to ramble on about his adventure and all you can do is sigh. You know you need to give him more credit for all the effort he puts into his adventures, and you definitely will, but it really does feel like the world is out to kill him sometimes. Personally, you don't think getting punted off the side of a mountain, or getting spit on by llamas, or accidentally falling into the deep dark would make for a fun adventure. Knowing he went through all of this just to get you slimeballs makes you a tad guilty. They should be more concerned for Bennett's safety over yours cause this is ridiculous.

Then again the reason he even died wasn’t because of any of that, it was because he tripped on some string you left on the ground. You guess you won’t bring it up in fear of either Zhongli lecturing you or Paimon rattling off in your ear again.

It’s when Bennett finally gets to the part of his tale where he reaches the base he remembers the room is currently a disaster zone, “Oh yeah! Why is there so much redstone on the floor anyway? Does it have to do with what you needed the slimeballs for?”

You nod your head at his question and reply before you can think, “Yeah. I was trying to remember how to make an automatic door. I need sticky pistons for it.”

You didn’t have any time to react before Paimon was on you.

“Wait, WHAT!! That’s your magnum opus? An automatic door!?”

Groaning, you bang your head into the wall. It seems you didn’t get to escape a lecture afterall.

[neeuqiakeht]

Zhongli: I slipped a little note in your bag to tell you how much I love you.

Y/N, opening their bag: Honey, this is a 10 page letter

[magicalbats]

Kinktober Day 7: Stuck In Wall

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 7468

Warnings: Afab! Reader, master/servant dynamic, stuck in wall, age difference, dubcon, reader is a rabbit illuminated beast, vaginal fingering, bareback, no protection lol no gendered terms but he does call us “little one” because that is what I am personally weak for

A/N: alright so I definitely got a little carried away with this one but in my defense … in my defense Zhongli is my favorite character. I started playing specifically FOR him. So I think my bias was going to show no matter what 😂

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Peering out from your hiding place behind a wide, red painted column, you secretly observe your lord and master while he sips his afternoon tea in the sprawling manor garden. The Lord of Geo is a sight to behold even when at ease, and you can’t quite seem to decide what it was you were feeling flitter about inside your chest when you looked at him. Was it excitement, pure and headstrong adrenaline at the prospect of challenging him in the way the young test themselves against the old? Or was it something more personal and intimate — a crush, you’d heard human adolescents call it before. This strange feeling wasn’t exactly new but it was still as much of an unknown as it had been the first time you’d realized Morax was the cause of it. 

You think you’re just eager to try out what you’ve learned since the last time you came here and sparred with him though. Had even spent some time with the five Yaksha between then and now, most notably with Alatus who had (begrudgingly) helped you work on your speed. Bonanus had even teased you about biting off more than you could chew when you’d told her why you were so keen on training like this, but she didn’t understand. None of them did. For as much as you looked up to and admired the Yaksha for their strength and commitment to Morax’s nation, nothing was held in quite so high regard as earning his approval the same way they had. 

All you wanted was to prove yourself to him. To be looked at with the same fondness and mutual respect that he gave the others rather than the doting, indulgent smiles he always gave you. It was undeniably frustrating, the way he never seemed to take you seriously. It wasn’t your fault you were a bit too young to have stood beside him during the Archon War but you were determined to win his favor no matter the cost. 

So you very quietly sneak out into the open, recalling what Alatus had told you about the importance of concealing your presence until you were ready to actually deliver the killing blow. Not that you were trying to kill him or anything — as if you even could. But considering that all of your previous encounters with the Geo Archon had ended in resounding failure, with you slinking off with your tail tucked between your legs and licking your wounds, it seemed like it was worth a shot. Somehow, you’d almost managed to convince yourself that sneaking up on him instead of clashing head on would net you a different result. 

But of course it is not meant to be, and you barely make it within twenty feet of the powerful god when the earth abruptly shudders and gives way, exploding outward from the force of a glowing geo construct erupting out of nothing. You give a startled jerk and immediately fall into a defensive crouch, but they just keep appearing around you; one by one, tall, imposing monoliths springing up out of the ground to entrap you where you stood. 

Realizing you have fallen for a trap and Alatus’ advice was no good against someone like the Lord of Geo, you make a hasty attempt to escape. Try to utilize his training to your advantage even though it’s done you little good up til’ now, but you don’t make it very far. 

You’re hyper aware of the moment that a construct of Morax’s making bursts up underneath you, shooting right towards your middle. You lurch, too surprised to even breathe as you see it spearing straight through you and up into the very heavens themselves. For a split second you actually think he’s going to kill you — but to your great surprise it suddenly splits down the middle and branches off into two separate halves that fly up past you only to reconvene and become one at the top. 

It’s like you’re watching it all happen in slow motion, painfully aware of what’s happening as it seals around you and stops your momentum mid fall. You jerk to a sudden, screeching halt that rattles your teeth, and you suck in a harsh gasp that seems to tear at your throat. You’re stuck. Just like that. In the blink of an eye you’ve been left dangling there, trapped inside the unrelenting prison of one of his geo spires, and you had no way out. 

You’re still desperately clawing and kicking at the solid stone when he steps up beside you, long dark robes swaying softly as he comes into view. You go stock still, heart hammering wildly inside your chest even as you bring your head up to look at him. To your gobsmacked, stuttering surprise, he was smiling at you. 

“M - m - my lord!” 

“Hello, little one. I must admit, I wasn’t expecting to see you here today. A very grumpy bird told me you’ve been training with the Yaksha recently and I assumed that would continue to take up a significant amount of your time for at least a while longer.” 

Heat floods your face in a sudden rush that leaves you sputtering, trying to work out what to say to that. Dammit, Alatus! He wasn’t supposed to go behind your back and tell Morax what you’ve been doing! No wonder his advice hadn’t worked. 

“Forgive me, master.” You finally manage to say. “It was not my intention to displease you. I only wanted to - -“ 

“Oh, I’m well aware what it is you wanted. My attention, isn’t that right?” He tips his head to one side, ever so, his expression still serene and gentle, but that doesn’t stop you from flushing even hotter than before. Quickly, you avert your gaze and try not to look so guilty even though that seemed to be a losing battle in this situation. You felt so stupid, and all the more when Morax draws a patient breath at your continued silence. “Honestly, I'm a little surprised with you. I didn’t take you for the sort to sneak around like that. At first I assumed you were merely working up the courage to come over and ask to spar with me, but that was not the case … was it?” 

You sorely wished you could wither away, right then and there, but the unrelenting geo construct made it impossible to even turn from him and hide your shame, let alone beat a hasty retreat. “No, master. It wasn’t.” 

“Then why?” 

His gloved fingers suddenly brush your chin and you jolt, choking on a very unbecoming squawk of surprise as he tips your face up. Left with no choice but to look at him, you make a desperate attempt to school your expression and hide your fluster from the piercing intensity of his gaze only to fail miserably on all fronts. You couldn’t even remember a time you’d embarrassed yourself so badly in front of him. 

“W - well, I just — I thought …” You trail off in uncertainty, but he just nudges your chin with a soft little hum of encouragement. Whimpering faintly, you squeeze your eyes shut so you won’t have to see him looking at you, patient and expectant, while you’re forced to admit to your wrongdoings. “I’m sorry, master! I thought if I took you by surprise I might fare better this time. Alatus said - -“

“Alatus?” Morax’s fingers abruptly slip away. Blinking back the sting of humiliated tears, you cautiously glance up to find him lost in his own thoughts and a tiny little spark of hope flares to life inside you. Perhaps he would let you go and direct his displeasure at the one who had given you that bad advice in the first place! 

“I see,” He says at last. “I wouldn’t say he was necessarily wrong to tell you that. Given your size and strength, it certainly does make sense to rely on concealment when approaching a potential threat. However,” The deep timber inflected in just that one word sends shivers racing down your spine as much as the hard edge in his golden eyes does. “You had to have known such tricks would not work against me, little one, and I very much doubt Alatus intended for you to utilize that particular strategy in such a way. If I was so easily taken by surprise then surely I would not be standing before you as I am now, would I? Frankly, I'm not sure if I find your underestimation of me cute or insulting.” 

Your chest wrenches violently at that. “No … no, no, I'm sorry, master! Please don’t be displeased with me, I didn’t mean to offend you! I would never! I promise!” 

Evidently unmoved by your pleas, Morax makes a casual show of folding his arms behind his back before shifting into motion. Slowly, he walks around the side of the monolith he’d conjured to trap you where he disappears from your line of sight. Even trying to twist around is useless and all you can make out is the hard column of stone and a thin, sideways glimpse of the lush garden foliage. You squirm and brace your hands on the faintly glowing rock, making an attempt to wriggle your way out, but then he appears on the other side and you go still again. 

You realize, in a far off, distant kind of way, that he’s circling you like a predator and with that knowledge comes a silent reminder of who he is. What he is. You’d never been lucky or privileged enough to see Morax in his truest form, nor had you ever caught so much as a glimpse of it until now, but you’d heard tales of it. Whispers of his magnificent size and strength. How he was just as big, if not bigger, than most of the gods he fought in the war and equally deadly too. It was easy to forget, sometimes, that the kind and gentle individual before you now, with his doting smiles and easy company, was in fact hiding a beast under that disarming facade. A monstrous dragon. 

And you, little more than a rabbit, were trapped in his lethal claws. 

“You must forgive my mood today. It isn’t exactly that I am unhappy with you, or Alatus for that matter.” He says quietly. Much too quietly to do anything except further rattle your nerves and make you more anxious. “But I think there is something to be said for these times of peace, don’t you? Not only do the years wear away at the memory of the people but even my beloved adepti too, and it seems that everyone is slowly forgetting what this land looked like not that long ago.” 

Pausing in front of you, Morax sends you a slow, unreadable look of consideration. 

“The same cannot be said of me though. I can’t forget it. I won’t forget.” 

With that, he resumes his pacing around the monolith and you just hang there, having no choice but to attentively listen in even when you want nothing more than to crawl inside a hole and bury yourself alive. 

“I’ve not faced a real challenge in many, many centuries now,” He continues, sedate and almost leisurely. “Most save a select few don’t even bother to spar with me now, whether because they hold me in too high regard to even take up their weapons or because they already know what the outcome will be. I must confess though, I miss it sometimes. That is why I have enjoyed our little sessions so much. Even if you cannot truly stand against me, it was still nice … refreshing to see someone standing on the side of opposition with neither hesitation nor reverence on their face. You just wanted to prove yourself, isn’t that right,” His hand abruptly caresses over your leg, starting at the knee and trailing a sensuous path up the back of your thigh, over your buttocks and higher still to finally flick at your small, curved tail. “My helpless rabbit?” 

Yelping and blushing profusely, you quickly slap your hands over your mouth to stop yourself from making any further noise. You had no idea what was happening, what he was talking about, and you knew even less how you felt about any of it. Your heart slams a wild, continuous beat against your chest, feeling like it was likely to explode out of you at any given moment, but you couldn’t tell if it was out of fear or … excitement? 

Either oblivious or unconcerned with your current predicament, Morax just keeps pacing around you at a steady canter. “That is also why I’m so disappointed in your behavior today. I thought you were better than that. I expected better from you than that. Using such strategy against a lesser foe would have been another matter entirely but me?” He barks a quick, mirthless laugh that seems to set your guts to vibrate. “The only ones foolish enough to use such a shameless tactic against me in the Archon War were beings so far beneath my concern that I didn’t even bother learning their name before I destroyed them. Any warrior with even an ounce of pride would never stoop to such a low, for both his own integrity as well as that of his opponents. Is it possible that I have been much too lenient with you?” 

You suck in such a sharp, painful breath that it claws at your throat on the way down. “Master, please! That’s not it at all! I - I just thought … I thought you would be impressed with me if I could implement what I learned from the Yaksha and show you I’m serious. I d - didn’t …” 

You trail off, not sure what else to say to defend yourself or your actions, and Morax halts in front of you again. Eyeing you for a moment longer, he finally reaches up to touch fingers to his chin in thought. “You were still small during the war, weren’t you? Only just ascended, if I remember correctly.” You give a miserable little nod, prompting him to slowly exhale through his nose. “I see. It’s not that you’ve forgotten, nor did you intentionally mean any disrespect. It’s just that you don’t know any better. All you’ve ever truly lived is peace, so a warrior's sense of pride is likely just some fanciful concept rather than a tangible thing to you. Still, there is something … a part of me doesn’t want to let it go even knowing this. I want — no, I need to show you that I am not someone such petty tricks will work on.” 

“Wha - -“ 

His hand is suddenly under your chin again, nudging you to look up even as he bends close to put his face in yours. Veins turning to ice, you just stare at him in speechless disbelief. If you could have backed up at that moment you would have gone skittering in the opposite direction, but the geo construct keeps you rooted to the spot. All you can do is take it when he carefully curls those long, blocky fingers over your jaw and gives them a brief squeeze to make you wince. It was only a very small fraction of his power, you knew this, but you still issue a quiet whimper anyway, more from your bruised ego than any physical pain he was causing you. 

“Do not misunderstand, little one. You are young and naive, while I am willing to forgive and as patient as the tallest mountain.” Morax intones, his voice dropped to such a low register it almost seems to carry with it a … growl. “But I am also still the Archon of this land. It is my duty to soundly guide all who inhabit Liyue, whether they be human or adepti, and that very much includes you. Forgive me for saying so, but I think it’s high time I teach you an important lesson. One that appears to be long overdue.” 

“… my lord?” It’s barely more than a whisper. 

“Oh, don’t look at me with such fear in your eyes.” Cooing softly, Morax releases your jaw in favor of reaching up to carefully brush some of the hair back from your face. Just like that, his mood seems to have returned to the calm you were used to and it only leaves you even more unnerved. Confused to see him acting like this. But if he notices any of the disconcert in your expression he doesn’t acknowledge it, instead dragging his hand lower to tenderly cup your cheek in his gloved palm. “I have no intention of harming you today, nor do I wish to scare you. But I think it’s important for you to understand what I am.”

You swallow your nerves. Almost choke on them. “What are you?” You prod, wanting to hear him say it out loud with his own voice, in his own words. 

With a slow, almost unsettling blink of his eyes, Morax puts his head to one side. “A very territorial god.” 

The shudder that tears through you is so powerful it leaves you outright gasping in shock. He merely smiles though, that same soft, vague smile he usually wears, except … there’s an edge in the gilted amber of his eyes that makes you run hot. Hotter than any bath or spring, or teakettle, and you can’t quite seem to get your breathing under control now as he straightens up, letting his hand fall away, and then moves to step behind you again. 

Panicking, you slap your clammy palms against the lower half of the geo construct and desperately try to find some amount of leverage you could use to shimmy free but it is resoundingly useless. His control over the element was so great, so fine tuned and honed that there was barely even a seam between your midsection and the cool stone you were imprisoned in. You’d never be able to squeeze your hips through such a narrow opening, nor your shoulders — not without dislocating them and causing irreparable damage in the process. The reality of that truth slams into you mere seconds before you feel his fingers brush against your tiny tail again, and you can’t quite stop yourself from letting out a frightened squeak. 

“Now, now,” He chides, a heavy note of laughter dancing in his voice. “You needn’t rile yourself so. I already told you I’ll be gentle … but there are things you need to understand about this world. The way you came here today was so lacking in manners and propriety that you’ve struck an old chord in me, I’m afraid. But I won’t treat you as I did those who tried such petty, simple tricks in the past,” His hand abandons your twitching tail in favor of skimming down lower to pet over the seat of your form-fitted shorts, startling another gasp out of you at the static jolts that race through your body. “But I think we can come up with an appropriate substitute that will get the point across just as well. I will show you what it truly means to bend the knee to a god and impart upon you the significance of not underestimating one’s elders.” 

Your mouth drops open in shock but nothing comes out, every single hair on your body immediately standing on end. The thought that this was really happening seemed so distant, so implausible, that you almost don’t even believe it. Morax had never touched you like this, usually much too polite and proud to lay hands on you (or anyone, for that matter) more than what was strictly necessary, but he doesn’t hesitate to do it now. The glide of his fingers along the seam of your cunt is sure and confident, like he’s done this a million times before. 

The weight of it slams into you all at once and you finally give a delayed little jerk as your stomach violently seizes. “M - master! Thats - -“ 

“Mine, is it not?” 

You go stock still, halfway through the motion of trying to push against the stone again. He wasn’t serious. He couldn’t be serious. “I … I don't understand.” 

With a soft, vaguely condescending click of his tongue, Morax adjusts his hand to rub over the apex of your slit with a greater sense of purpose to make you twitch and seethe through your teeth. “Which is precisely why I would be remiss not to educate you, little one. You have truly lived a largely comfortable life and you do not grasp what would be apparent to you had you endured any of the hardships of the past. Respect, decorum, integrity … these are not just words without meaning. You must learn to maintain these principles even in your youth, or you won’t live to see the same old age I enjoy.” 

Biting down on your bottom lip to stifle the embarrassing sounds trying to slip out, you frantically turn that over in your head. It was exceedingly hard to do when he was caressing you like that, gradually coaxing your body to bend to his will which it does with a horrifying lack of compulsion, but you desperately wanted to figure out what had set him off and why he was acting this way. You wanted to understand him … easier said than done, of course, when he always spoke in such a complicated and enigmatic manner. Yet a thought starts to slowly dawn on you, alighting inside your mind like the morning sun appearing over the horizon. 

Was it possible that the lesson he wanted you to take from this boiled down to something as simple as a reestablishment of his dominance? Had you really stoked the mighty dragon in him enough that he now felt compelled to dominate you like he would any lesser foe who dared to disrespect his position and authority? He said you’d approached him without respect … had opined about the past and how he missed partaking in true battles, establishing his own superiority over others with fists rather than words. Said he’d enjoyed your sparring matches because of the way you’d looked at him with neither awe or reverence — but by sneaking around like an assassin you’d overstepped that understanding between you and your lord? 

A sudden groan bursts out of you when your pussy eagerly flutters against the ministration of his hand, growing wet for him, and it quickly becomes that much harder for you to concentrate. But you frantically try to hold onto that string of thought, panting slightly where you hang from the geo construct. It felt like you were right on the brink of a solid idea … an epiphany. 

You almost write it off completely when it finally comes to you, so absurd and implausible at first glance. But the longer he pets your cunt with sure, steady motions of his hand, as if he already knew exactly how to toy with you, the more you found yourself faltering. Could it really be that you had simply offended his greater sense of pride, his monstrous instincts, by suggesting (intentionally or not) that you didn’t consider him worth the effort of meeting face to face in the sparring ring anymore? 

It’s not lost on you that Morax was well within his right to do as he pleased, however he so pleased, and he normally chose kind smiles, a soft hand to guide, friendly company and the grace to only show you a very small fraction of his great strength. The goodwill to let you think you ever stood any kind of fighting chance against him if you just trained enough, just stuck with it long enough. But now it seemed he was set on reminding you of your place in his world, bring you to heel, and let it be known in no uncertain terms where you stood. He had been nothing but tenderhearted and indulgent towards you until now, doting the way a father figure would be. Infinitely lenient, or so it had seemed. 

That was not who was standing behind you any longer though. He’d been replaced by a king, a war general, a fierce draconian lord. Someone who took without asking and who claimed what was his by right, and that very much included you and your body, evidently. 

Sucking in a sharp, wavering breath, you abruptly snap back into the moment when you feel him pinch at your clit through the thin fabric of your pants to get your attention again. His motions are self assured and confident as he gently teases the sensitive nub with a slow, rolling motion of his fingers before squarely pressing down on it. Your legs weakly kick out behind you at a series of awkward angles, torn between either balancing the distribution of your weight so there wasn’t quite so much pressure on your middle where the stone was holding you up or trying to close your thighs and keep him out. The latter was useless though. You were completely defenseless like this without even the privilege of being able to twist away, and you soon realize all you can do is accept your fate. 

So you hang there, whimpering softly as he grinds mean little circles into your clit. He doesn’t stop until your hips start to judder and buck against the stimulation, a startling amount of sticky slick already bleeding into the fabric plastered to your cunt. You can’t help groaning in frazzled disappointment when he finally withdraws his hand some moments later, leaving your body thrumming with unspent kinetic energy, but he’s quick to smooth his hand over the curve of your ass and give it a brief, reassuring squeeze. 

“There. That’s better isn’t it?” He rumbles behind you, that same hint of amusement making you tremble again. “Rest assured, little one. I will not be unfair or cruel to you. I’ll make sure this is as pleasant for you as myself, but I trust my greater intention will not be lost either. This is a symbolic act, so do pay attention.”

“M - master —!” Your voice warbles and catches, breaking off with a stilted little gasp when Morax redirects his hand to grasp at the material and tug at it. It takes him a prolonged beat to inch it down enough, between all your squirming and the position he’s got you stuck in, trapped within one of his monoliths, but soon he can slip his fingers inside the waist. Tugging your shorts down, pausing to untangle them from your twisting legs, he finally gets them pulled over your ankles and tossed aside. 

You’re left naked from the waist down with only your socks and shoes allotted to you, and you’d never felt more exposed or vulnerable in all your life. Try as you might, you just couldn’t seem to find enough leverage to curl your legs up and it has you awkwardly writhing against either side of the stone spire. No matter what you do though you can still feel the waft of cool, pristine air against your bared cunt and, much to your mounting horror, even the clenched pucker of your ass. You were completely on display like this. He could see everything — and there wasn’t a single thing you could do about it! 

Was this how helpless his enemies had felt against him in the past? How weak, pathetic and unequivocally at his mercy they’d been? 

“My,” He seems to pur, gently touching a fingertip to the meat of your cunt to make you jolt. “What a sweet little thing you are. Already so wet for me … I’m flattered.” 

You momentarily forget how to breathe when he spreads your lips with a deliberate, savory slowness, and lets out a quiet huff at what he sees. Flushed so hot you think you might just pass out from the sharp, debilitating stabs of humiliation that slice into you, your hands blindly reach down to brace against the lower half of the construct and lift your weight up off your stomach a bit. You couldn’t process this. Couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that he was not only touching you but even looking right at your most intimate of spots, completely unheeded.  

The sting of burning, deeply embarrassed tears floods your eyes and you whimper, mewling a plaintive plea as he idly draws smooth, glove encased fingers through folds and petal-soft creases to further spread your slick around. Emphasizing how copious it is, and how very sticky you were. You try to brace yourself for what will come next — unsure what that would be, exactly, but knowing in some primal, animal part of your brain that your trial was far from over — but it still shocks you a great deal when Morax finds your entrance and applies just enough pressure to dip a finger inside. 

Your whole body jerks with the sensation of him reaching into you, the sinuously smooth texture of his glove slipping and sliding indecently against your guts. Even when your pussy squeezes around the unexpected intrusion, even when your body aches in protest at being suddenly stretched, it does nothing to stop him from gliding in straight down to the knuckle. Heaving a gutted little noise, you lurch and almost lose your hold on the geo construct. 

“Oh!” 

“A tight fit.” He murmurs, more to himself than you. Which is good, because your head is spinning so fast you really aren’t confident in your ability to respond coherently right now. “I suppose I will have to take the time to properly prepare you first, then … I don’t think you’ll be able to take me like this.” 

Take him? 

The powerful god behind you doesn’t give you a chance to linger on that thought, gradually withdrawing his finger and then pushing back in to send you scrabbling at the surface of the stone. Slow and steady, he takes his time massaging along your inner sleeve with a level of patience you’d long since come to recognize in him but it drives you absolutely insane in this situation. Your pussy thrums eagerly around him, already so keen and sensitized from his earlier petting that it doesn’t take long at all for you to start feeling the muscles lock up in vibrating tension. Seething through your teeth, you try once again to bring your legs up even if only to brace against the sensation wracking through your lower body, but it’s futile. All you do is uselessly squirm in place, hips bucking slightly every time he reaches deep inside you. 

But then — you choke on a haggard, frantic sound when he introduces a second finger to your soaked cunt, sliding in just as easily as before but the stretch was so much more intense this time that your eyes start to roll back. Hissing through your teeth, you can do nothing but endure it while he takes a moment to rub along your interior, caressing over every bump and ridge as if in careful consideration before he finally angles his fingertips down. Down. He curls them, crooks them in a come hither motion, and presses right into something that makes your heart catch in your throat. You start to wheeze, gasping and choking on the blinding pressure as he teases that spongy spot for a just moment and then sedately jabs into it again. Once, twice, and on the third time you shatter, falling into uncontrollable tremors while you wail in distress. 

But no matter how hard you shake or judder your hips, he just keeps moving his fingers. Alternating between teasing at that insidious nerve cluster and casually working those long digits in and out of you at a tortuously slow, stilted pace. In a matter of moments he seems to milk your orgasm for everything it’s worth, leaving your cunt soft and pliant around the intrusion, and then immediately starts to build into the next. Your sensitive, post-climax twitching is very quickly replaced by the eager, needy roll of your shaking hips as you instinctively grind back on him, seeking out more like you were already addicted to it. 

Your cheeks burn in excitement and shame alike, and another faltering groan slips out of you, unbidden, when you realize how stiff your nipples have become under your shirt. They seem to jut out in stiff, fine points, as if seeking out that same source of friction your cunt was getting, and that only humiliates you even further. You’d never felt like this before. Never known your body to turn on you so completely that your tits felt heavy with arousal where they were swaying softly each time you moved, nor had your pussy ever been so very responsive … either Morax was a very talented individual when it came to stroking another’s body to vibrating fever pitch or you were far weaker for him than you’d first thought. 

Somehow you got the feeling it was a potent combination of the two. You also can’t quite shake the sense of being even more outmatched against him in this situation than you ever were in any of your martial sparring bouts, and that was certainly saying something. 

“Master, p - please! I can’t take it …” You finally manage to hiss. 

“Oh? Are you going to cum again already, my sweet little rabbit?” 

Involuntarily, your pussy clamps down on his fingers hard, and he issues a low chuckle in response, still sedately fucking into your body at the same unhurried pace. It was like he had all the time in the world to do this, and he probably did. You can’t help but grimace at the sticky clicks and wet little slurps coming from the other side of the spire, as embarrassed that your cunt was making those kinds of noises as you were about Morax being the one to not only cause them but that he was hearing them too. That shame does very little to dissuade your arousal though and it seems like you’re wildly shaking again in just a matter of moments, your jaw clenched so tight it actually hurts. It was too much. 

“My, this is a surprise.” He says over your high pitched, sensitive bleating. “I wasn’t expecting you to be so easily brought to climax, and in such a short amount of time too … perhaps I should retrieve a bucket to put under you if you’re going to keep cumming like this?” 

You let out a long, keening groan as the tremors in your body finally start to ebb and fade but he merely chuckles at your reaction, clearly finding humor in it. If you’d been in any position to do so, you probably would have found the whole thing rather funny too. After all, it wasn’t every day one was able to witness the Lord of Geo laying claim to one of his Adepti with such ease and agility. 

Distantly, you’re aware of him shifting behind you moments before his fingers pull out with a wet pop that leaves you shuddering anew while your pussy weakly squeezes around something that was no longer there. You try to catch your breath in that moment, having no idea how long it would last, but your body is so high strung and sore, a lingering ache settling deep within you in the aftermath of being stretched open, that you can’t seem to calm yourself. 

“Master, please,” You beg, still wheezing harshly. “I did not mean to upset you … I only wanted to show you what I learned from the Yaksha, I swear it! I wouldn’t ever — ahhn!” 

Your desperate pleas suddenly catch in your throat when you feel him brush against you, long robes fluttering around your bare, quaking thighs as something decidedly fleshy presses into you from behind. Warm and uncompromisingly rigid, it just touches your sticky labia and then pauses there, hovering. Waiting. The not so subtle threat has you wildly bucking against the stone structure, struggling just to breathe. You’d never wanted to turn and look at something so much in your entire life, but you can’t do that like this. Not with your front half dangling from one side of the construct while the lower - - 

His hands abruptly squeeze around your hips, holding you still, and you let out a frazzled, helpless little mewl when he nudges into you enough you can feel your cunt lips parting under the stilted pressure. Weakly kicking your legs in an attempt to find something you could brace against, even if it was just by the tips of your toes, proves utterly useless. You were a bit too high off the ground, evidently level with his hips, and it forces you to experience the slow press of his cock in startling high definition. 

You may not have been able to see it, but he felt big. Much bigger than you were prepared to take, and you loose a wild, high pitched squeal at the oppressive sensation of him poised and ready to lay claim to you. 

“Do you remember what I said, little one?” Drawing a brief, savory breath, Morax gives another, barely there push, and just sinks into the give of your entrance before stilling again. Not quite breaching you yet but positioned to follow through at any moment, giving you plenty of time to process the full weight of your impending domination. “This is a symbolic act, first and foremost. You are inexperienced in the ways of this world so it is my duty to teach you … tell me, then. Do you know what the lesson is?” 

It takes you a shamefully long moment to kickstart your brain enough to even realize he’s asked you a question. You were so overwhelmed by just his presence behind you, the impact of this innate claim he had on you and your body. For a long beat, you can’t even seem to find your voice. 

“… I — I don’t know. I’m not sure.” You finally manage to warble. 

“Hm? I don’t think I quite believe that. Why don’t you take a guess?” 

He nudges you again, tauntingly sinking forward as if to finally penetrate you at long last, but never quite following through on it. Your pussy thrums in nervous anticipation, and he sighs very softly when your body seems to suckle at the tip of him with each shuddering clench of vibrating muscle. Arms trembling slightly from the effort, you awkwardly readjust their slipping hold on the spire and try to think. You needed to say something, preferably something other than mindless, overwrought gibberish. 

“Is it that — you want me to feel what it’s like to be bested by you? To understand how weak I really am …?” 

“Oh, precious thing. It’s not that you are weak, nor is that what I want you to take away from this.” Gently, almost affectionately, Morax smooths over the skin across your hips with blunt thumbs as if to comfort you. “Rather, this is but a symbolic representation of what can happen if you underestimate your foes. Even your god is not quite as immune to territorial displays as he would like to be. It’s been a long, long time since someone last challenged me in earnest … and you’ve awakened the beast in me today by presenting yourself as one.” 

His strong fingers abruptly dig into you, hard enough to bruise, and you gasp at the pain. It is quickly overshadowed, however, by the sharp, splintering stretch of his tip pressing into you, forcing your guts to allow him entry one earth shuddering inch at a time. You abruptly understand then, realization lighting up within you in a far off, dreamy sort of way. This was a conquest. You’d been teasing the dragon in him this entire time — the way you looked at him, the way you challenged him and even the way you’d taken the word of one of his most loyal followers in a sea of many and tried to turn it back around on him. He wasn’t punishing you in the strictest sense, but giving in to his instinctive urge to dominate and claim. To quash opposition with his heavy fists and stand at the top, on his divine throne, where he rightfully belonged, to claim the spoils for himself and breed his powerful heirs. 

A hollowed out, gutted groan tumbles from your mouth as he enters you from behind, his cock so big and heavy inside you the stretch of it seems to reverberate deep in your bones. You can barely even breathe around it, the way it seems to punch the air right out of your lungs, leaving you clawing at the monolith like a trapped animal. A hare, in a hunters noose. Inch by staggering inch, it feels like he’s breaking you in half and all you can do is woundedly bleat into the otherwise still garden. Morax was not just taking you for himself in the physical sense, he was subjugating your body to his rock solid will like a tyrant. 

“My lesson to you is thus,” He growls, practically snarls behind you, as he sinks another tortuous fraction into your heaving guts. “Do not tempt fate and let sleeping gods lie. You never know what sort of mood they’ll wake up in.” 

Keening frantically now, you arch so hard against your stone prison you feel the strain of it in your spine. But his hold on your hips is as good as iron and your lower body is practically immobilized like this, save the uncontrollable shake of your legs. You hear him grunt behind you, very softly, and then give his cock a stilted little push that has him sinking in even deeper, so deep you can practically taste him on the back of your tongue. The way he stretches your cunt so completely, so oppressive with the weight of him behind you, in you, against you, seems to overwhelm all your senses at once, and it takes you a prolonged beat to realize when he’s stilled again.

Panting harshly, you hang there for a moment as if in suspended animation, just trying to process his heavy presence inside your body, and then it occurs to you … his strong, narrow hips are pressed flush against your upturned ass. Seated in you straight down to the hilt. Your cunt had never felt so full, so stuffed right to the breaking point before, and you wheeze like some broken, wounded little thing.  

“Hunger,” Morax intones, so abruptly it startles a low whine out of you. “For the flesh and blood of the illuminated beasts. Wrath, for those that dared disturb their slumber. Greed, to reclaim what was once theirs by any means necessary.” His fingers dig further into your hips and hold you in place as he carefully angles back just enough to drag at your guts. “Or, in some cases, you might even find yourself speared down the middle on a beastly cock that is much too big for your poor little body to take. You must tread carefully around the gods, little one. We are not quite as magnanimous as we may seem.” 

Nudging himself forward again, he sinks back into you as far as he can reach. Your pussy throbs around him, weakly contracts with a warning tremor that makes fresh tears spring up in your eyes. You know you’re riding a dangerous line, just hanging on the precipice of some great, gaping abyss, and you’re helpless to stop it as he settles into a mind numbingly stilted rhythm. He fucks you like he could do this for hours and never tire, like he has all the stamina in the world to put his mark on you at his own pace, on his own time. Morax is not in any hurry to rush this, and it is that slow, halting motion of his hips and the blinding stretch that comes with it that soon shoves you over the edge. 

You cum again, embarrassingly fast, but he doesn’t so much as pause to let you catch your breath. Just keeps fucking you even when you wail in overstimulated distress and dire urgency, your jolting legs slowly losing their strength until you have no choice but to let them dangle loose in the air while he ruts into you. You were exhausted. Completely spent. 

And Morax was not going to stop until he finished sating the draconic instinct to take whatsoever happened to catch his golden eye, even if that thing was but a helpless little rabbit.

⭐

Crossposted here

[sexlapis]

ᝰ.ᐟ read me to sleep (zhongli’s version)

── .✦ zhongli x gn!reader

s4w, fluff, reading, established relationship, petnames

. wc: 1k

a/n: i’m finally living up to my name who would’ve thought? anyway. i’m just so obsessed with the idea of someone (with a very sexy voice) reading to me and that’s why i’m made this fic with zhongli (& nanami). it was lowkey tricky figuring out what petnames zhongli would call his s/o but i know he would not say ‘baby’ or anything modern.

masterlists

*

He’s not in bed when you wake up.

You blink sluggishly, rubbing the matter and tiredness out of your eyes before you paw at Zhongli’s side of the bed.

It’s only a little bit lukewarm, meaning he left bed quite a while ago.

But to do what?

You recall completing your nightly ritual which included showering, brushing your teeth, washing your face and kissing Zhongli goodnight and falling into a light sleep.

The bedroom door is slightly agar and you decide to take initiative and find your partner yourself.

Sitting up, you unravel yourself from the warm, pleasant satin sheets, wrap yourself in your thin blanket and pad out of the bedroom door and into the hallway.

You wander down the hallway of you and Zhongli’s shared home. It is furnished with cabinets and drawers of the freshest, finest mahogany, the walls embellished with painting of ancient myths of dragons, goddesses and vast mountains, created with an utmost delicate hand, along with traditional, treasured Chinese ornaments and decor.

It is like everything Zhongli touched turned to gold.

You pass the bathroom, guest room and office on your short journey, and then you end up in front of the library.

Of course he would be here.

The library was Zhongli’s favourite room in the entire house. Though it was not exactly sizable, it was cosy and contained rare collections of books that could not ever be found elsewhere.

Amber and vermillion light flickered from the sill of the door emitting from the fireplace, signalling to you that the room was very much in use by Zhongli.

You twist the doorknob and peek in.

There, sitting on a leather armchair, is Zhongli, his reading glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, and a book held within his hands. The lights from the fireplace dance across Zhongli’s skin and his long, ombré hair.

He seems so engrossed in his book, he doesn’t seem to notice you at first. Something like this, him not noticing you come in or hearing you whatsoever, would only occur in the comfort of your shared home, where he feels safe.

“Zhongli,” you quietly call out.

Zhongli’s head perks up, looking at you.

“Oh!” He says your name in surprise. “I was not aware that you had awoken! I did not wake you, did I?”

“No…not necessarily…” You rest your temple on the doorframe, pouting a little. “I got up and went looking for you ‘cause you weren’t in bed.”

“Oh, I see.” Zhongli rests his concern frown. “I had only wished to read some pages of the book I am reading. ‘Rex Incognito, Volume 2’.”

“Ooooo…” You tiptoe over to him, looking over his shoulder at the book, “and is it good?”

“Well,” he sighs, “the ideas are…very interesting.”

You laugh, knowing that that is Zhongli’s way of saying ‘the book is trash’.

“But, I suppose I should get some rest. Sleep is essential for me now, after all.”

…When has it never been essential?

You shrug off that comment and stop him from getting up from his seat. “No, it’s okay. You can keep reading, I just wanna be here too.”

“Oh…well then…” Zhongli starts, then he realises you are blatantly eyeing his lap and he hums, a smile appearing on his lips. He spreads his legs a few inches, patting his thigh, “Come here.”

You practically hop into his lap like a bunny, causing him to laugh so wholeheartedly at your eagerness. The blanket around your shoulders now lay across your legs, and you nuzzle your head into his neck.

“Comfortable?” He asks.

“Yes…” You pause for a few moments, “Zhongli, I want you to read to me.”

“Hm? Do you? This book or another? This book is not exactly thrilling…”

“Yes, Zhongli,” you place your hand over his one, gently stopping him from moving, “I wanna hear you read this one.”

Zhongli’s warm eyes crinkle as he smiles at you, a tender look on his face. “As you wish.”

His body is hard. Solid. Like a rock. It makes you feel safe, steady and protected, guarded in his arms and his grand house like a dragon shielding his precious, beloved jewels.

Zhongli reads. His voice is rich, dulcet, sapid. It is so gentle yet so strong, like the thick stalk of bark and tree, sturdy and stable, yet smooth, like pouring a red wine into a delicate glass.

His voice flows through your body. With your ear pressed near his chest, you revel in the low rumble of his speech, the undeviating beating of his heart, and the bodily warmth that radiates from him.

All of this, along with the cosy ambience and the crackling of the fire has you on a journey to your perfect slumber.

“Does my reading bore you, dearest?”

Your eyes snap open, suddenly wide awake. “Huh? No! Keep reading!”

“I jest, I jest.” Zhongli chuckles and you flick his arm. “Try to stay awake. The best part is coming soon.”

“Okay…”

You try to pry your eyes open with willpower alone, the sleepiness causing them to droop every few moments. Your heart wants you to stay awake so bad, to please Zhongli, but your body says ‘sleep, sleep, sleep’ and you have no choice but to obey.

“Zhongli,” you murmur with drowsiness, “Zhongli, ‘m gonna fall ‘sleep…”

He hums. “I know, my love. Please, sleep. I will continue reading to you until you are having the sweetest of dreams.” Zhongli rests his head on to of yours.

You are just so sweet in his eyes.

You grumble.

And then, slowly but surely, you are fading away into a deep, endless sleep, with Zhongli's melodious voice being your lullaby.

“‘And’-Ah.” Zhongli stops his reading when he realises you are fast asleep, you breath even and snores quiet. “Alright then,” he places a soft kiss on your forehead. “Sweet dreams.”

*

Upon your awakening, Zhongli is gone again, most likely to perform his daily work duties.

But not before leaving you a traditional breakfast, cooked perfectly to the minute, along with a small note written in cursive penmanship, that reads:

Good morning, beloved,

I apologise for leaving so early, duty calls I’m afraid.

I hope you enjoy the breakfast I prepared. It is healthy and good for the start of the day.

Luckily, my duties will be complete at an earlier time. Perhaps we can have a satisfactory dinner and then have a relaxing night in?

No boresome books this time around.

Yours,

Zhongli

*

a/n: i tried to write him in character but i think i did too much lmao.

[xeraeus]

Commissioned work for @zhongrin

Thank you very much for commissioning! I hope you had a wonderful Birthday 🎂 💚💛🧡

[small-berry-buns]

Here’s more old art that I made and like 🖼️

[bricommissions]

hi, i’m sen (she/her, 25) and i’d like to request a genshin impact matchup!

my romantic preference is that everyone’s hot, please help. i’m a shortstack musical theater kid stuck in the body of an accountant. i love going down research rabbit holes; i enjoy solving problems and hunting down the misplaced puzzle piece that throws everything else out of balance. but i burn out very easily when doing that, and am actively trying to learn balance. i burn out easily in general, honestly. social engagements require a lot of recharge time in bed after.

i err on the side of politeness in social settings, but my sense of humor is so sardonic it generally comes across as too blunt. still, i try to keep my friends’ spirits lifted with bits and goofs. i also fluster easily and am probably very teasable, lmao.

this is probably more information than you needed/wanted, so i’ll leave two more nuggets: i love spicy food and iced coffee, and my love language is acts of service. i was going to leave three nuggets but couldn't come up with a third, which may be a nugget in and of itself :D

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YOUR MATCH IS : ZHONGLI !!

right away, i could see connections that would blossom between the two of you !! so for the sake of immersion, let's dive into this hypothetical scenario of you living in the world of teyvat ...

you're a traveler who likes to go from nation to nation, but liyue is the destination you travel to the most. you're paying the beautiful nation a visit, & everyone is happy to see you again. you enjoy third round knockout & their delectable beverages. after settling into an inn on the harbor, you immediately head there & order an iced coffee & a small appetizer of the spicy variety - two of your favorites !!

however, for the first time, there is someone sitting at your usual table that you don't recognize. it appears your schedules have finally lined up. this is where you first meet zhongli.

right away, you two hit it off. the conversations never seem to end & he is very curious to learn more about your travels. at one point, some regulars sit beside the both of you & politely tune in. the talk extends into the night ... one key thing you notice is that when you chime in with a rather blunt joke, no one laughs ... except when zhongli suddenly barks out a laugh, clearly a fan of your humor. judging by the reactions of the other tavern-goers, a laugh like this is rare. their faces are quite shocked. it's obvious he's laughing with you & not at you. it gets you a little flustered, but not in a negative way.

the two of you talk into the late hours of the night; long after everyone has left & third round knockout has closed. when the people on the street become fewer & fewer, you both realize it's time to go.

"allow me to walk you back in exchange for your wonderful company tonight, sen," zhongli would insist. & he does walk you back to the inn !! ... for reasons tooootttaaaallllyyyy unrelated, you decide to stay in liyue for a while longer.

what follows is you spending more & more time with zhongli. you take walks amongst liyue's breathtaking nature & solve ancient puzzles out in the wild; not so much for the treasure, but for the intellectual challenge your brilliant minds can team up for. whenever you feel that infamous sensation of burnout, you'll both sit in comfortable silence & enjoy the views ... yes, views ... zhongli is a very hot guy, after all.

he certainly finds you attractive, too. he has a faint blush on his cheeks whenever you're around. hu tao, who you meet in passing due to them being co-workers, is quick to point this out to you when he isn't looking with a wink & a nudge.

zhongli never expected to feel such a way for a mortal, & yet his heart races every time he thinks of you. he adores your focused expression when you speak with him about your research, or the passion in your eyes when you speak about your musical theater days.

on that fateful day when he approaches you with a bouquet of qingxins behind his back & a tender murmur of "sen..." —

well, i'll leave the rest up to your imagination !!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

THANK YOU FOR READING !!

if you're the person that sent this & are unsatisfied with the results, feel free to shoot me an ask or dm !!

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( i did put a little more pizazz into this one because i was tipped, thank you sen ♡ )

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[watatsumiis]

Intense Concentration (Part 1)

Reactions to a reader who sticks their tongue out when concentrating intently on something.

Featuring: Ayato, Kaveh, Neuvillette, Thoma, Yae Miko, Zhongli

All platonic fluff!

Ayato finds it rather amusing. He won’t tell you, but you’ll find that he’s sneaking glances at you far more often than usual, hiding his smirk behind a gloved hand. After a while, he simply can’t help himself, and before you can react, he’s reached out and swiped the seal of an envelope over your protruding tongue so that he can close it. He won’t even make eye contact with you, acting as if it was an entirely sane and normal thing for him to do.

Kaveh mimics you. Not consciously, he doesn’t even process the fact that you’re doing it until all of a sudden he’s been doing it for ages while working on some diagram or other and now the tip of his tongue is all dry and he can’t quite figure out why. Once he’s finally savvy to it, he finds this habit of yours utterly adorable and will do it along with you on purpose just so that you match.

Neuvillette tries to disregard it, though he ends up failing rather spectacularly. He finds it super adorable, and recalls that Melusines will do the same thing. Once he’s drawn that parallel, he can’t seem to stop thinking about it, and may end up just looking over at you more often than not with a tiny smile on his face. He may eventually bring it up, but he’s sure to be polite about it and explains that he’s simply curious, not judgemental.

Thoma calls you out on it. Every. Single. Time. “Hey, put that thing away!” “I don’t think you’ll have much luck catching flies like that.” “You know, if you’ve been up to something mischievous, you’re obligated to let me know.” He seems to have infinite quips up his sleeve for this exact situation. He may occasionally stick his tongue out at you in return if he’s too busy or distracted to pull you up on it verbally.

Yae Miko thinks it’s weird, but also quite fascinating. She’s drawing all sorts of conclusions in her head, comparing you to different animals she’s caught with ‘blep’ expressions in the past. She’ll just watch you without a word and wait to see how long you might take to notice. If she starts to tire of this ‘game’, she may just reach out one finger to prod the tip of your tongue, then chuckle at your perplexed reaction.

Zhongli doesn’t really think much of it. He’s met plenty of people who do the exact same thing. Though he’s also a little bit fascinated by the reasoning behind why others do it. He may occasionally try it himself, though it may look a little unsettling thanks to his abnormally long forked tongue, and the fact that it tends to subconsciously flick about, much like it would when he’s scenting the air for danger in his more draconic form.

Please don't repost, steal, copy or otherwise plagiarise my writing! I do not consent for my works to be translated and posted elsewhere, or copy - pasted into bot or AI technology

[nyandereneko]

Gift Wrap

Word Count: 519 Summary: “They still appeared organized to a certain extent, although the metric the consultant was using to categorize them was anyone’s guess, and Nova was more interested in the details of the task he was presently focused on instead.” Author’s Note: Day 6 of this prompt list, keeping it rolling with one of my particularly elegant and eloquent loves, although who am I kidding they all have a little bit of that to some extent lol. Thank you for reading as always!

*****

Nova could hear the soft rustle of crumpling paper drifting from one of the front rooms as she made her way through the funeral parlor’s hushed halls. A somber atmosphere persisted throughout the establishment, as one might expect, but there was also a sense of recognition and warmth to be found in the quiet corridors and solemn rooms by those that frequented them. This woman was one such individual, and her soft pointed ears perked up as she peeked into one of the parlor’s offices, her gaze falling and narrowing upon the single inhabitant she found occupying the space.

Zhongli was concentrating on something, she could tell that much from this angle as she observed him from behind. If she wanted any details, though, she was going to have to approach, and she wasn’t certain she wanted to interrupt his diligent work. Especially if he was chipping away at something complex and tedious…but the sounds shuffling from the table before him didn’t quite fit what she’d come to expect from an average day of paperwork. 

Nova took a deep breath to steel her nerves and clasped her hands behind her back, committing to her stride as she stepped towards him. Her tail shifted from apprehensive twitching to flicks of delight as she observed the various sheets of wrapping paper strewn about the table’s surface. They still appeared organized to a certain extent, although the metric the consultant was using to categorize them was anyone’s guess, and Nova was more interested in the details of the task he was presently focused on instead. 

“Need some assistance?” she inquired softly, and Zhongli’s golden gaze raised to meet and captivate her. “I’d be more than happy to just watch, if you’d prefer. As long as I still get to appreciate the fruits of your modest labor.”

“Actually, could you hold your finger here for a moment? That’s just what I need,” he instructed, and she nodded along and followed his lead. She placed her finger where he directed and provided the anchor for the bow as he tied the delicate ribbon around her slim digit. She slipped it out as he drew the bow taut, finishing his wrapping project with a flourish. 

“You did a positively gorgeous job. What’s the occasion, if you don’t mind me asking?” Nova probed as she examined the package up close. 

“It’s one of many gifts I still need to finish prepping for the holidays,” Zhongli explained, finding himself wholly distracted by the simple magnificence radiating from her gentle smile. “This particular package is intended for the Director.”

“Oh, I have no doubt she’s going to love it,” his exuberant companion insisted despite the unknowns, slipping around the table to press a heartfelt kiss to his cheek. “And if you’d like some help with the rest, or at least whichever ones I’m allowed to see, I’d be more than happy to lend a hand.”

Capturing said hand in his gloved grasp, he pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it as he appraised her flustered visage with his hypnotizing, gilded gaze. “Nothing would make me happier.”

[shot-by-cupid]

Bros yapping (affectionate)

[poisonous-honey]

Liyue archon quest

*Zhongli talking about another task needed for his own fucking funeral*

Player: Are you the Geo Archon? I swear if you are, I'm going to hate you forever for wasting everyone's time

Zhongli: … No?

Player: You better hope you can keep that.

He, in fact, couldn't keep that

[bumbleklee]

MINI-GAME! 💚

because i’m terribly bored at work

send me:

— your favorite genshin character

— your pronouns

— a random activity

— a noun

i’ll generate and tweak an AI paragraph with your prompt :) feel free to be as funny or serious as you want

[inviouswriting]

Dragon and Phoenix ch 2

Chapter - Basorexia - The overwhelming desire to kiss someone.

Pairing - Zhongli x oc/self-insert

Rating - M - Adult (this chapter makes it 18+)

Warnings below. This is a long chapter, it was reaching almost 20 pages in my word program.

Warnings - Kissing, a bit of masturbation on both sides, seperately. AFAB!oc x Zhongli. Some mild talk of past relationships and former toxic relationships. 

I’m going to keep writing this as a confirmed series among the other stuff I will write.

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Comfortable warmth; that is what Aserla feels around her as she sleeps. Her senses are filled with a warmth that envelopes her mind and she can’t pin what is making her feel that way. She moves closer to this warm source for her and feels herself embraced into it more. The young woman does not know what lures her in closer, she barely remembers the previous day, all she knows is right now this is safe and gives her a sense of weightlessness. Another sensation she feels is like someone is running their hand through her hair, and soft melodious murmuring. Opening her eyes her first sight is the chest that belongs to Zhongli, and how he has one arm strewn over her while the other is under her head tracing through her hair.

 Zhongli feels her tense in his arms; he woke up an hour before she did, and in her sleep, she had cuddled closer to him. Her sleeping face seals it for him, and he couldn’t help wrapping his arms around her and touching this woman who seeks his comfort. Instead of freaking out to how close she is to him, she melts into his hands. His arm draped over her joins his other hand in running his fingers through her hair. He can get use to this easily, and Aserla’s guard is melting down from the way his hands feel.

 “Did you sleep well?” Zhongli’s voice is barely loud enough like he’s trying not to break this moment. Those hands are delicate when they brush the spot of her head that she hit yesterday, this makes her bury her face into his chest.

 “I did, did I move closer or did you pull me closer?” She checks to see if he was the one who closed their distance; she hears his heartbeat, and her mind focuses on the steady rhythm there.

“You moved closer.” His hands slip down to hold her, he has his fill of petting her head. Now he just holds her to himself, staying in this tranquil peace a little longer. Aserla keeps her face into his chest, her own arms wrap around him and he hears an audible content sigh. Like he has been waiting to be held by someone for decades, in his position that must be true.

Zhongli feels so much with her, he keeps reminding himself that she hasn’t fully said yes, and today will tell both of them if they truly want this. He allows himself this moment to feel comforted, to feel loved and it lights a fire in his heart that he never wants to put out. The woman in his arms feels this same way and can feel her heart just going wild he can feel it.

Aserla lifts her head from his chest opening her eyes to see his face, she is greeted to the expression she herself is wearing. Hope. It is written in his eyes; it’s written in her own that neither of them wants to leave whatever this is. She wants to give him her answer now but knows to hold to the time she said.

They stay like this, just basking in the warmth the other provides; Aserla raises her hands to his face and is hesitant to touch him, she hovers her hands close seeking silent permission to touch the former archon. Permission she is granted with the way he takes her hands and brings them to his face himself. From there it is electric for herself, the touch of his hands alone bring fire to her skin, and now her hands touch over his face.

Zhongli takes any chance he has to strengthen their bond; in his mind there are no mistakes, and there are no reasons for doubt. If she wants to touch him as a way to learn him, he will let her touch anywhere she desires. Feeling her soft hands on his face, he lets out a steady breath at how soft her hands are.

He keeps his hands over hers as she moves them around, taking in the contours of his jaw, trying to smudge away the red lines around his eyes only to find them permanent. A thumb gently brushes over eyelashes, and he blinks his eyes when it leaves for one of his brows. She explores his face entirely, tapping his lips earns a brief and chaste kiss to her thumb. He makes her smile, and he will remember that smile like the one she made yesterday overlooking Liyue.

 “I could get spoiled like this, and we should start getting up for the day. What would you like to do?” Zhongli breaks the silence to start sitting up; Aserla’s hands tingle from touching all over his face. She wasn’t done and she feels forlorn seeing him getting up, like her heart is sinking from breaking contact with him. This feeling is strengthened seeing him get out of the middle of the bed where she is.

 “What do you normally do?” Aserla asks him; fighting her want to tell him to come back to her hands and arms. That can wait till later, maybe she’ll get another opportunity to touch him like this. Just to learn him, and soak in that unique affectionate warmth that radiated from his eyes.

 “Hmm… at this time of morning I usually am already making my way to one of my storytellers.” This piques her interest, and he sees the raise in her eyes that he has already changed his morning routine for this week. He is serious about spending as much time with her to get her use to being around him as much as possible. He also notes how she looks on his bed; her eyes almost inviting him back. He steels himself and goes over to the wardrobe that houses the clothes he wants to wear. Choosing something for home wear more than heading out, taking this trial day as a way to really know each other.

 “Did you want to attend still?” Aserla sits up to stretch, feeling that sense to copy him in getting out of the bed to start the day. When she sets her feet on the floor it feels real to her, that this could be her life every day. She’d never have want for worry about anything, she could just “be” and live this quiet life she desires. It feels too good to be true, and this is where her insecurities seep in. Will he get bored of this, of her and such quiet. Yet the look of love that is clear in his face says so much. Even now she sees it behind his amber eyes as he reads her body language.

 “I can catch the stories about my life another day. Perhaps with you at my side?” A potential plan for the future, a date even. Zhongli watches her for signs of her rebuking the idea, but only sees how she lights up at it. Small smile at the idea of spending time with him listening to these stories.

 “I like that plan.” Her answer makes his heart flutter, a hint that she wants this to work as much as he does. They just need to get around this awkward dance of their feelings, he is certain today is what they need. Maybe he’ll be able to see her face light up more instead of the hidden sadness he sees lingering in her eyes at the unknown.

 “Then we can attend tomorrow when we head into the city.” They had set tomorrow as the day they would sign that one contract that binds their lives together. She freezes in her movements to gather her clothes for the day together. A huge wash of anxiety rushes through her body at how in twelve hours she will give him an answer, and if she goes through with it. This will be her life. Cold feet is an understatement, but she pushes those feelings down in favor of looking up at the warm eyes regarding her.

Zhongli sees the whirlwind of emotions in her tiny frame, from her tensing up at the idea of being married, that alone can make anyone scared. To bind one’s life to another in his case till their end, he would not have it another way to carry memories of a love he can experience with his whole being. He had never entertained these ideas as an archon, he was too busy with his role to give it thought.

Not even a silly tryst, no love affair, the love he had with Guizhong was its own that even if there are books that say there was an intimate level of it, they never crossed that threshold. She was too pure to be seen that way, and he didn’t want to taint those memories with lust when she was alive.

There was never a reason for gods to need sex, he had the odd temptation once in a while, but there was a promise he had made the god of dust to only love someone from the bottom of his being. A promise he intends to honor to this day. He will not do anything with anyone without it being mutual and a permanent thing in his life.

  That permanent thing is at war within herself of what she wants. He promised himself he would let her come to terms on her own without him coaxing her into it. Every interaction they have is purely her will; and he is living in the moments that she gives him. Aserla regains herself and reassures him with a gentle smile she’s fine.

 “I’ll go make us something to eat, and give you the room to get dressed in. You trust me to make you something you’ll enjoy?” Zhongli breaks the silence to ask her what she wants, and it snaps her out of her thoughts. He has gotten dressed under her nose, wearing a long robe that is brown with a gold dragon embroidery around the neck. Sleeves long with diamond pattering on them. He remains looking regal, like his former self without trying to blend in when he’s alone.

 “I trust you, um... nothing spicy is all? At least not today?” She says and he understands not to use Jueyun chilies. Maybe something for lunch or dinner, but he thinks about her well-being. He’ll prod her about her likes and dislikes today, he folds his arms at her request waiting for her to make any other requests.

 “Nothing spicy, I understand. Will you trust my judgement then, and let me do my best to win you over?” Aserla’s heart flutters at this, he’s set on winning her over today, and she wants to tell him he already has. He has won her over for years, with his stories, with who he is, but she only nods her head with a wide smile.

 “Then I wait to be dazzled by you.” Zhongli smirks a bit at her words, it’s a challenge and one he’ll win. Something six thousand years has taught him is knowing how to be patient, steady as stone is something instilled into him and every Geo wielder. He has yet to meet one who isn’t patient enough to wait to get what they want.

 Aserla sees him leave the room after flashing that smirk with a bit of a glow to his eyes. He’s certain of himself and she is aware she needs to match that. So with her own wits gathered, she does what she wanted to do last night that seals her decision to stay in lining the wardrobe he gave to her with the clothes she brought with her. Her hands grace over a white dress she hangs, she has decided that will be what she wears tomorrow. She further gets dressed in a dress that is a bit loose around her waist to allow it to hide some of her form. Her hair pinned back after brushing through it and on her eyes is a light green color to bring out her eyes.

 She joins the kitchen not too long afterwards; she sees Zhongli looking through his cabinets for spices and ingredients that suits his wants for cooking. She is quiet as she slips further pass him to go about the normal morning; he has to hold back his grin at hearing her soft footfalls as she tries not to alert him to where she is going to. He’ll have to tease her on a different day about not feeling embarrassed about a normal bodily function.

 Zhongli moves to the other side of the kitchen, furthest away from the hall to take the hint. He settles on making them both lotus crisps and universal peace for their breakfast. He also picks out his tea for the morning and waits for her to join him to pick one she wants to try. He feels her slip up under his arm, almost like natural after hearing him open this cabinet up for a tea. He watches her with intent to see what her sense of flavor is, he asked her yesterday what kind she likes most, fruity and herbals. His own eyes filled with pride as he sees what she focuses on.

Aserla’s eyes skim over the boxes and canisters for one that stands out. She sets her sights on one of them that catches her eye. She plucks the bronzy orange canister out of its spot to hand to him. There is fire in his eyes at what she selected, a personal favorite of his own in an orange blossom green tea.

 “Another fine choice, this is one of my favorites.” He puts the tea had originally selected for himself back into the cabinet in favor of this tea she picked. Zhongli is impressed by her and her ability to pick out flavors that combine with what he makes. He doesn’t miss the way she blushes at him staring at her. He sets the kettle to start boiling, to buy himself some time with her, before they sit down to eat.

 Aserla looks up into his eyes, feeling herself blushing at being stared at with such a powerful gaze. If he wasn’t radiating his interest in her yesterday, he is now. He really takes in her features here, he notes every detail of her face, the subtle color on her eyelids. Under the sunlight that pours into the room he sees how blue her eyes really are. He cups her face, feeling bold to do so and keep her from putting distance between them. Something caught his eyes in hers.

 “You are really beautiful, my dear.” The way he calls her pet names like he’s been doing it for years now. How comfortable he is, he notes the very centers of her eyes have a touch of gold in them. He runs his hands over her face, thumbs touching her cheeks gently as he traces every mark on her face not missing for a single second how flustered she is getting. How she is stammering for words that fail on her tongue when his fingers brush an ear or brush hair out of her face. What would make the moment better is if he could kiss her already, her face would never be left without him kissing every inch of it.

 Aserla has nowhere else to look but his face and eyes. She sees the way his eyes move to take in every feature of her, and all she can do is blush. She doesn’t resist his hands holding her in place, she feels her very soul on display for him to inspect like she is a gem being appraised. The gentle thumb on her cheek rubbing it, the touch on her ear makes her more fluster. Her eyes take in the burning amber ones she can’t look away from. How she almost sees Liyue in his eyes, the diamond pupil in the center of them. The red markings that frame his eyes giving him an intimidating appearance.

  She is not use to being stared at so intense and with such passion burning behind those gold eyes. It’s like she is staring at a sun, he might as well be a sun; one she thought she couldn’t touch. Shaky hands reach up to return the gesture he has been giving to her. Her palms rest on his cheeks like he’s doing to her and mirrors his touch. The same awe mixed wonder in her eyes as she is allowed to touch him. His eyes remain on hers almost unblinking as he softens his gaze when she touches him, he’s melting in her touch and can feel his heart in his throat when her fingers reach up to trace his ears. Her right touches the earring he wears flicking through the tasseled end to feel the silk of it.

 “You are also beautiful; you could have anyone in the world. Yet you would settle for someone like me.” Her voice is soft, and he is thumbing away the tears that dots the edges of her eyes threatening to spill down her cheeks. His eyes soften more as he keeps her looking at him in his eyes, not wanting her to miss a second of his sincerity.

 “I am not settling for just “someone” like you. I could have anyone in the world, you are that anyone. I don’t just see someone for a base interest, and certainly. You feel it too, otherwise you would not be crying at the thought of me thinking of someone else in your position. Your soul is beautiful and that is what has me giving this my all.” There is a magnetic air between them, one that makes him dip his head closer to hers. For a second, she thinks he is going to kiss her lips, she shuts her eyes to brace herself for this feeling.

Zhongli places two kisses on her face, one at the bridge of her nose at her forehead, and the other on her left cheek, so close to her lips. Her heart is pounding hard in her chest when he pulls away from her face. He is greeted to a sight that is purely his to enjoy. How red a face can get, and the slight disappointment in her eyes at not being kissed, like she was anticipating it. He wants to, but he will only do that after her full commitment. For now, even he has to settle with these tiny affections.

 He let’s go of her to take the kettle off the fire, the last thing they were waiting on for their meal was tea. Zhongli grins to himself seeing such fire in her eyes, like she wants to grab him by his shirt and complete that interaction they just had. Make it feel right to them both, he wouldn’t mind at all if she did. It would mean to him that she is staying, and he can start making further plans to build their relationship, and start coaxing her into a lot more than just little kisses on her face.

 “Everything is ready, shall we sit down now?” He hears her scoff; he gives her another cheeky grin at being denied that kiss.

 “Something you want? Or perhaps you have something to say to me?” He knows what he is doing to her. He told her his intentions at the start of the day. He is going to win her over, he’s got a full day to do this in. He will drive her absolutely crazy and head over heels for him.

 “You’re a menace.” Earns an outright laugh from him, vibrant amber eyes glow in their amusement with her calling him that. Aserla sits down with a plain pout on her face at being laughed at. He sets her plate of food down in front of her, he plates the dishes wonderfully evening out their portions to enjoy. Zhongli only places her tea down next to her, then gingerly pets her head as he sits down next to her.

 “I’ll be your menace.” He says with a hum in his voice and doesn’t miss her sticking her tongue out at him, or the fluster still on her face from their previous interaction. He almost has a knowing feeling of how this day will end, and he can see that parchment in front of them tomorrow. Aserla ignores his smirk in favor of picking up one of the lotus crisps to nibble on, finding the food to her liking. The rice dish in front of her makes her feel really good, and satisfied in her hunger for now.

 “What is it that you did before you came to me. I know my request was specific to have someone who has no tie-downs. And is able to leave their former life with ease. To make transition easy. Also where did you come from? Mondstadt?” She looks like she came from that region, and what she says next seals it for him.

 “I write and am a poet… and yeah, I came from Mondstadt. I was in Liyue for a quest from a strange little bard when I saw yours sticking out underneath all the others. I thought this was such a odd request when I came across it, I had to ask the person behind it what they were thinking… until I saw you.” She slows down in her eating to really appreciate the meal, her gaze lifting. Zhongli starts to laugh, slow laughter at first until it spills from him. He has such a look on his face from hearing that she was sent to Liyue by Barbatos, she is truly blessed by the Anemo archon. Her words are airy and touch him in ways he didn’t understand till he hears she is a poet.

 “I’ll have to send that strange bard a few bottles of wine. He brought me such a joyous person to my life.” So Venti saw his posting, and sent him someone who would fit and tick all his boxes. Aserla is looking at him like he’s gone mad, he is mad, mad with love. She’s a gift, and one he’ll treasure. Seeing him laugh from his entire being stirred something in her to always see him smiling and happy. His laugh is ethereal and rich sounding; she can’t help the little laugh she lets out because of how much he is laughing. Contagious laughter.

 “I take you know him well then?” Aserla prods him for an answer to all his laughter, and he is wiping the mirth from his eyes. Zhongli is staring at her with amusement and aftershocks from his laughter. He wonders if there is a note within her belongings, she doesn’t know about for him. Venti has his ways of slipping little notes for him.

 “You can say that we go back a long while.” He hints to the true identity of Venti, and she isn’t too surprised if he had that kind of reaction regarding the bard. As they finish up their meal together, he was about to take her dishes when she takes initiative to clean up for him instead. She cleans everything that was used, and he’s watching her as she takes on the task herself. The former archon observes her going over the dishes to make sure they’re clean for later.

 Zhongli moves to the living room and sits at one end of the couch after he opens one of the windows up for air and sunlight. Thankful the day is pleasant, he hopes tomorrow is this lovely, it would mean things are falling into place as they should. He’s drawn out of his thoughts when he feels Aserla sit next to him instead of at the far end like she did last night. Yet he sees her nerves in her hands with how they slightly shake from being anxious. He opens up his side to see if she wants to be closer to him, but she remains where she is for now.

 “Tell me, what kinds of things do you like? I’d also like to see anything you’ve written if you have any of it with you.” The idea of sharing her works with someone brings joy to her eyes, but she will wait to share those with him. His other question she answers.

 “I like a lot of things from the odd books filled with suspense and find myself enjoying the presence of animals. I have a sweet tooth, and meals I like more savory. Dislike fish and anything that comes from the water.” She wrinkles her nose at seafood, and he finds himself enjoying that little detail of not having to change his pantry for the odd specific fish meal if she happened to like seafood.

 Zhongli listens to her with intent, and the more she is comfortable he notices her leaning into him. He lets her get comfortable with him, his eyes light up when she mentions her fondness for gemology and he even quizzes her on some stones she gets right. He has it in his mind to get them matching stone bands. The idea of him making wedding bands comes to mind, he even takes her left hand in his to bring her hand up for him to see what color would look best.

 Aserla jumps from him suddenly grabbing her hand to look at her fingers, her left in particular. His thumb running over where a ring will sit on it, she sees him place her hand on the flat of his right hand.

 “You have very tiny hands.” He remarks amused, hearing her huff about being called tiny. She is tiny to him, and having her unknowingly fitting into his arms again makes it more endearing. She had scooted closer to feel his warmth as they spoke. Him learning a lot of her, and she already knows a lot of him.

 “Well... you have big hands.” She banters to him, the raise in his lips at this. He doesn’t back down from a challenge of wits.

 “They’re good for holding yours.” He takes both of her hands in his, caging them between his letting her squirm her hands out to catch his. She holds his hands at his wrists, and he is swift about how he breaks the grasp to catch hers again. Glee in her eyes as they battle like this, trying to see who can catch the other’s. He smooths his hands along hers feeling the backs of very soft skin beneath his fingertips. While she feels slightly rougher from his but surprisingly soft the more, she feels his hands.

Aserla leans back more into him till she can feel him rest his head into the crook of her shoulder. Vaguely wondering how he got so close to her. They keep trading grasps, her catching his hands once in a while to see just how his fit between her hands only for him to roll his hands towards her thumbs to break her hold.

 Zhongli catches her hands in his again, holding them together firmer. She realizes she is caught by him and ensnared in his gentle grasp, the thumb of his right hand is rubbing circles over her ring finger like he’s mapping out the size of it. His warm gaze is all she sees, and it prepares her little for the briefest of a kiss placed at the edge of her jaw. Her breath catching in her chest when another is placed higher on her cheek. He keeps traveling on her face till he is centimeters away from her lips again, and hers tingle with wanting to feel how soft they are against hers.

Instead of kissing her how she desires him to, he moves his head to the other side of hers and repeats the same path. She exhales that breath she was holding shakily, he is testing limits that will make her crack and say what he wants to hear her say. “Yes.” To him, to all of this.

Aserla’s teeth clatter from the intensity when he graces his lips on an ear, blowing a little breath on it. She’d get this kind of devotion from him endlessly.

“This isn’t so bad is it? See? I’m not going to bite you… unless you want me to.” He deftly false bites at her neck; playing up the seduction as best he can. Giving her a taste of the love he has to offer her. She barely feels his arms around her as she leans more into his hold, her body is honest in its want. It speaks to him better than her mouth will, and he feels already attuned to her soul. Yet, he restrains himself to let her go, the sudden warmth that she was feeling is leaving from enveloping her, and she wants it back on her.

“Please.” She breathes out shakily and even turns to look at him. He holds himself back from grinning, she is already his and all it took was simple affection.

“Please what? My dear?” Zhongli is letting her speak to him, he feels the air thick and heavy between them. He has the same overwhelming desire, but he won’t act on it without her full commitment and consent. It doesn’t stop him from cupping her face with his right hand to run the pad of his thumb over her lips tracing her bottom one. He feels her shudder from delight at having this kind of contact.

“Can I kiss you?” Aserla sees his eyes flash brief at her request, he’s driving her mad. If he won’t kiss her, she will do it. She turns in his hold to look him in his eyes. The gentle touches are enough to win her, and she leans in to return these gestures. Before she can place her lips against his, he puts a finger between their lips, and she looks up at him confused.

“You can kiss me, after you’ve given me your answer. Do you want this? All of this? Do you wish to give me this answer now? Instead of at dinner like we planned?” Zhongli presses her back gently to let rational thinking sink in to how their position is. Her in his arms, him holding her in them. The very intimate touch he had given her from her hands to the chaste kisses against her face. His appeal is very alluring, lowered amber eyes glowing from the sunlight raining on him, the dark hair with splashes of amber in places. He’s extremely handsome she knows this, and the allure of his eyes are what draw her in.

“I want this.” Aserla is sure of herself as she answers him with a finality in her voice. Zhongli feels his hands itching to grab her and hold her even more now, but restrains himself to ask her a few more times. He is a thorough man when dealing with anyone, and someones word is their bond in a contract no matter the form of one. He will hold her to her word, and she has three chances to say no. She already said yes once when he first proposed it to her at Guili plains, this is the second time he asks her this question in order to get a kiss, to get a real taste of the love he will give her every single day of her life with him. She confirms her want this time again, and he is smiling at her the same way when she said yes the day before.

The last time she can say no to him is before they sign that contract together. So as he swore to do today, is make her never want to say no. To win her over entirely. He releases her from his preventing her from kissing him, and nods to her. She can be the one that takes charge, and he’d admit to himself it is downright a turn on to see someone timid change before his eyes.

“Only one kiss. Anything further waits for tomorrow.” Aserla swallows as she is given permission to do what she wants to him. If it is one kiss she can take with him, then she will make it worth it. She sees how he opens himself up to receive her into his arms, she fits into his arms. Her hands going to his face to tilt his head up, what Zhongli isn’t expecting is just how much love pours from her face looking at him. It is his turn to be breathless as he’s staring love directly in the face, and allowing her to close their distance.

Zhongli cups the side of her face and she leans into his touch. She is in awe over his appearance and how regal he still looks as the sun starts to wash him. Aserla leans in and his hand presses her closer to him, she intakes a breath of air as her lips hover against his hesitating brief to steel her nerves, she can feel his breath against hers, the slow exhales from his nose tickle at her cheek. She glances to his eyes and is met with the same loving stare she is giving him. Aserla tilts her head at his gentle press and closes the last second between them as he parts his lips.

Electric runs through both of them at the press of their lips together; Zhongli holds her in place slipping his hand up into her hair. Her hands mirror with reaching to cup his face into their kiss, she feels his other arm snake behind her back to pull her in, and just like that she is his. Aserla is pressing as close as she gets, and she is being met with him doing the same. His hand on her face brushing his fingers against her cheek as he gets her to part her lips into their kiss so he can deepen it. A lingering sweetness on his tongue as it touches hers, she chases after that.

Aserla deepens the kiss between them with the way she slips her hands into his hair to tilt his head back. He lets her do this feeling the need to draw her in further, her eyes have closed into the kiss relying on feeling, she feels teeth gently drawing her tongue back into his mouth. Zhongli holds the very end of her tongue as his circles around the end of hers. When they part their kiss he nips at her bottom lip before he presses a finger between them when she tries to continue it.

“That… my love. Was one kiss. If you want any more, it will be after tomorrow.” Zhongli is breathing a lot heavier and his eyes are lit with love for her. Aserla sits back on her legs, and she touches her lips from where his was just seconds ago. It’s taking everything in him to not pin her down to see just how red her face can really get, or what expressions she can make.

“One kiss like that?” Aserla checks with him and he only gives her a smile to figure out what he means. She wants to close the distance again, but feels as though she shouldn’t without risk of losing more than her mind to the fuzziness she feels. She wants more, her body aches for more and he can see her mind battling with what she wants to her needs.

“One kiss. Shall I show you around the house more? There is still a lot you haven’t seen from yesterday. We arrived so late and got busy with getting acquainted.” He changes their direction for now, to prevent the temptation. Zhongli waits for her answer, seeing her trying to determine if she wants him, or to take the hint to slow down with him.

 “I’d like to see more of the house.” She takes his offer to distract her mind, seeing a gentle smile returning to his lips in her response. She takes his hand when he offers it to her, he adjusts the way he gets up to smooth the front of his robes down to disguise the slight raise in front. He is getting as excited as she is, but that can’t wait till she wants him. He’d have to take care of it when he gets a moment to himself or lets it go down on its own.

“Excuse me for a few minutes. If you’d like, you can explore the upstairs and I’ll meet you up there.” Zhongli tries to keep the slightly pained look in his eyes out, and she looks confused to why he is suddenly changing his thought. He is brisk in his walk as he heads towards the bathroom area and she widens her eyes at realizing it. Her face goes even more shades of red and covers her face. She had made him more aroused to where he has to take care of it.

Aserla tiptoes closer to the edge of the hall, her ears straining to make out any sounds the man can make. A very low moan is what she can make out under the heavy sighs. He is a lot more worked up than he wants to admit, and part of him can’t wait for the day they cross that threshold together and he can show her just the effect her teasing causes. He never thought in thousands of years of celibacy, that one woman would reduce him to running into a bathroom to take pleasure into his hand and watch his seed spill out in waste. He’s not the only one affected, he could smell it on her. He can’t wait for the night he can take her.

When she could hear the sighed moans end, she makes a quick walk away from the hallway to head up the stairs. It takes her to a whole other section of the house; the bottom living quarters is her guess where he likes to spend most of his time relaxing. Up here she is amazed at how much is still open with how much he has in storage here. From antiques to odd knick knacks. She finds herself looking through a collection of stones, identifying a few of them, while her hands rest on two stones of cor lapis amber and obsidian.

“Catch your eye?” Aserla lifts her gaze to Zhongli, he took longer to make a quick lunch for them both. He catches her face flushed when she sees his face then looks away suddenly as if she was caught doing something she shouldn’t. She hands him the two stones to look at, and his heart softens more with looking over the obsidian he had collected on a whim because it looked so flawless, and the cor lapis is as immaculate. He actually sets these aside for later for another purpose.

Aserla looks at the tray of food he had brought up, like the lower level this space had a living room where the afternoon and evening sun shines best. Zhongli leads them outside to the baclony where he shows her how it overlooks the hillside at this time of day in a wash of yellow and orange through the trees.

The young woman does not bring up what she heard from the hallway, and he can tell something is on her mind regarding their intimacy so far. She is thinking again of whether she is worth this all, but quickly shakes it off. Zhongli is witnessing her starting to get more comfortable and almost natural after they spent that time really bonding together. The awkward air seemed to have lifted after their kiss.

“It’s really peaceful out here, and I could honestly get use to this.” Aserla muses aloud catching his attention at her words.

“I hope you are enjoying it, I would worry if you didn’t. Around this time of evening is when I start to end my work for the day and make my way to Heyu’s Tea House, for their evening selections.” He sits back as he thinks about his normal routine, and how he’s going to change it now that he’ll have someone who is waiting for him at home. Aserla looks at him as he speaks so fondly of these people he’s seen grow up and know his stories, while she had learned stories of Barbatos, and how to carry on the Anemo archon’s stories.

They sit in silence as they soak in the sun, Zhongli thinks about the next step in trying to appeal to her more, but he has a feeling he has done enough with earlier. He steals glances at her, seeing how she is watching the scenery around them till her eyes land on his. Feeling his stare, she holds it for a few seconds before looking away flustered.

“You’re adorable when you blush.” Zhongli stands to collect the empty dishes, a simple tie over till dinner is made, he had prepped another soup that is simmering, he walks back into the house and feels her in tow behind him. She feels her face heated from his comment about her blushing.

“Do you wish to take a bath before dinner? I’m making jewelry soup, and it will taste better when you’re more relaxed. So, while you bathe, I can tend to the stove.” Aserla thinks it over and takes the offer to take another bath. Her mind is all over the place and the heat might make her come to her senses better.

“That sounds like a good idea, I’ll take one.” She smiles up at him with a warm one, and when they reach the landing on the bottom floor, she separates from him to go gather her sleep clothes to change into after her bath. Zhongli leans against the wall close to the living room and kitchen, he will ask her again as her second answer during dinner. He got her earlier confirmation, but that was while she was heated and wanted to kiss him. He needed to ask her while her head is clear and not muddled by desires.

Aserla is halfway between walking pass him to the bath and is stopped by Zhongli. He tugs her into his arms, he has another little seduction tactic under his sleeves. Aserla lets out a yelp when she feels him pull her into his arms. She is held there with his arms around her and his head resting into her neck. She is blushing from feeling his breath on her neck, he is barely brushing his lips against her skin as he trails feather bare kisses along it. One of his hands smooths her hair up off the nape of her neck for him to ghost kisses along till he leaves a hot breath on her ear.

“I knew you were listening to me outside earlier. I know every sound this house makes, and the way the floorboards can creak closer to the bathroom. I thought it was a little odd you were blushing so deep when I came across you upstairs earlier. I didn’t do anything and it was well after you calmed down from our kiss.” As Zhongli speaks, he is touching her arms and back with the same feather touch that leaves her skin prickling alive in an electric sense.

“You knew?” Aserla can feel heat rising in her body at the kiss on her neck, she is about to take a bath and here he is riling her up to the extent she can only think about how his hands will feel one day on other places. The heated breath along her neck when he leaves it to ghost there does wonders for the imagination brewing in her mind.

“I was bluffing but I love your honesty.” Zhongli is smirking against her cheek as he places a kiss to it. He lets her go and she turns around to look at him completely red faced for him making her admit she was listening to him.

“You are such a menace!” She scoffs and immediately scampers off to the bath. He smiles at her back and takes enjoyment seeing her blushing and even chuckles to himself hearing “Insufferable!” under her breath. His ability to cause a stir in her that amuses them both, he saw her smile when she goes into the room.

“Zhongli.” His attention is drawn to her, and he’s greeted to her sticking her tongue out at him again before she shuts the door. A rich hearty laugh erupts from him at her doing this to him, if he already wasn’t set on winning her over, this would have sealed it even more that he has to have her in his life. She’s soft, she’s fire, she is steady, she is funny, and he senses the kindness within her that he can’t wait to see how it applies into his life.

Once inside the bath, Aserla presses her back to the door and repeats the scenario that just happened. She still feels the sensation of his lips against her neck, and how his hands ghosted over her skin enough that she has goosebumps remembering the warmth of his fingertips. She tries not to think too much about that as she starts to get into the rhythm of ready for her bath.

Aserla sets her clean clothes into the basket to hold them, doing a quick check to see if everything is there. Her face pales realizing she is missing one item, and immediately pokes her head out of the bathroom only to come face to face with the man who she just stuck her tongue out at ready to knock on the door. In his hand is the item she feared she dropped; her face is immediately redder.

“My love, I believe you dropped something. I will say… you have excellent taste in material and style.” He holds up the silk garment with a grin curling his lips watching her face turn several shades of red. He couldn’t help teasing her, not when she gives him such wonderful reactions. There is an indignant squeak of a screech from her, and he bites back wanting to laugh. He’s embarrassed her enough.

“You are such a menace!” She holds her hand out to accept her underwear back, and he sets it into her hand and closes her hand over them. He looks so happy seeing her face like this, flustered because of him. He can already feel this becoming a normal happenstance, he also can’t wait to be the reason she smiles every day, and maybe invite him in the same room. When the door shuts, he hears one more comment that makes him genuinely happy to hear.

“And I can’t believe I am going to marry you.” Is said under her breath, she thinks he didn’t hear that. He has to hide his mouth in his sleeve hearing that she has set her mind on marrying him. When he pads away from the door is when he allows himself to genuinely smile back at the door. He goes back to cooking, timing it out to be ready by the time she will emerge from the bath. He had excited her on purpose to help her relax, the soup does taste better when the mind is able to relax from stress.

Aserla is alone again after looking back at the door in case he was still lingering. She mutters under her breath about how much of a menace he is and how she can’t believe she will marry him tomorrow. She has set her mind on it and leaving everything up to trust. He doesn’t seem like he will betray her like many have in her history. She had made friends with a few people within Mondstadt, she had trusted her heart briefly to someone who later down the road lied to her about their true feelings and ran off with another woman.

She overextends her energy to others when she should hold back, and not give her time so freely. Things that make her hug her knees to her chest as she sits on the stool to wash herself. She uses more of the soap Zhongli lends her, finding comfort in the gentle sweet scent of the sandalwood and lavender within the oils, finding it calming. She focuses soon enough on the future that presented itself, she took any opportunity to leave her former home behind. Giving up her space to a woman who paid for it, saying it will go to her protege. This person even paid her way for a few nights at Wanshuu Inn while she traveled to Liyue.

Aserla recalls her last night in Mondstadt, she had set foot into Angel’s share to tie off the loose ends and make a little extra mora by working as a server for that night for Diluc. She brought so many glasses of wine to Venti, and the bard wasn’t half drunk when he invited her to sit down with him.

“You’re really leaving? Can’t say I won’t miss seeing you around.” Venti enjoyed listening to her as she told him some of her writings and poems. A mutual appreciation in the art of conveying feelings through words, a personal blessing of his on her. Despite how many glasses he drank he looks at her completely sober.

“Yes, I hope Liyue will provide for me as much as Mondstadt has. I am a little sad to be going, but new horizons. I sold my home today.” Aserla smiles warm while Diluc brings her a glass of tea. He has seen a lot of her the last few days as she worked so hard to afford a small caravan out.

“I have a feeling that things will turn out well for you. You have the Anemo archon’s blessing from here after all!” Venti laughs as he waves a finger like he’s weaving a protection to her. Little did she know he was weaving protection for her and was about to guide her hand for fate.

“Liyue has a lot of possibilities for writers, the publishing house is always welcoming from what I’ve heard and trades regularly now with Inazuma. Your hand will be popular among those who want uplifting pieces.” Diluc genuinely compliments her having been a reader.

“Be sure to send me some free books!” Venti sits upright to lean over the table tapping her forehead. Sealing his little protection on her.

“Before you know it, he’ll start a tab he never pays with you.” Diluc comments, earning Venti looking up at him shocked that he would say that he never pays his tab.

“I will send you one free book.” Aserla laughs as she takes her tea and Venti only beams a smile at her and a smug smirk at Diluc who goes back to tending the bar. When she leaves the tavern she has Venti in tow, to see him safely to his tree. She sighs as he sings drunken about some ballad and how Diluc is so stingy about the bill.

When Aserla gets him out to the statue of seven is when Venti drops the guise and looks up at her with a lot of warmth. He jumps up to the statue to sit on the edge of it.

“Remember to let the winds guide you and say hello to that blockhead for me.” A ruffle of the wind around her is almost his way of saying. “She’ll be safe where she’s going.” Aserla smiles at him as he further jumps from the statue onto a branch and lays on the tree branch. She returns to her temporary room at the Angel’s Share Diluc is letting her use.

“You can always come back if things don’t work out. But I don’t need to tell you that.” He says as he wipes down the counter to clean it and stacks the glasses while counting the inventory of wine. She smiles brief and nods her head as she helps clear the tables and wipes them down for the red head.

“Talking like that is a superstition you know that it will fail. Let’s not give me cold feet before I have a chance to meet him. Do you think I am crazy to go for an arranged marriage?” She sits down at the counter and rests her hands on the cloth to prevent putting fingerprints on his cleaned counter.

 “Logically, I think you’re insane. Sympathetically after what you’ve been through. I think you’ll be in good hands. I’ve met this man myself a few times, and you’ll be in good hands. If not, well… I’ll send him his tab he forgot to pay with interest.” Aserla laughs light, she is grateful for the man and his truth he gives her. He doesn’t sugar coat things, and hearing honest truth from someone who has had his share of tragedy means a lot.

“Thank you. That eases my mind.” Aserla looks at the cup of water that rests in front of her, and she accepts it from him. She thinks to herself as he goes about the rest of shutting the tavern down while she takes the stay over room. She falls asleep pretty fast after being worked hard that she misses him slipping a bit extra mora to her as well as. He is concerned for her, but if Venti is so sure of her well-being and security, he has nothing to worry.

Aserla is drawn back to her reality as she takes great care in her skin and rinses off the soap she used. She used a bit more than her normal use but leaves more than enough for the former archon to have his bath later if he takes one. She thinks over the day, how she had finally kissed him, how their exchange left her feeling a lot more heated than she’d admit to Zhongli’s face. It doesn’t stop her from indulging in the thoughts as they race through her head or how she takes her own pleasure like he did earlier.

Outside the bath it is Zhongli who strains his ear when he hears the first sigh of his name. His attention instantly drawn, and he moves closer to the hallway to see if he can hear more of this heavenly voice to his ears. He’s silent as he slips closer to the other side of this room, to not startle her again and disrupt her mood. Like earlier he feels that rush rise in him, and he has to bite down his own groans to not alert how close he is, just in another room adjacent to hers.

Zhongli hears as she picks up her pace, trying to match the tempo. His hand speeds up while he bites harder into his robe to muffle anything that dares threaten to leave his throat. The way her voice sounds and how much his name is spilling from her in heated whispers. It is such a turn on to him to know how much he has affected her to do this, and how much he wants to touch her and bring her to this high himself.

Silently he finishes just as she does and is quick to slip out of the room before she might use that room or accidentally knock something over in his haste to act like he didn’t do anything there.

“My love… I hope you are serious about marrying me. I don’t know how much longer I can take this dance of nerves.” He murmurs under his breath as he sets out bowls in time to hear her emerge from the bath after taking a little longer to soak in the water. She feels her head fuzzy from the way she had taken her pleasure, leaving her sensitive to further touch.

Zhongli notices her face flushed more than usual, knowing the reason behind it, he guides her to sit down, setting down a cup of tea picking one for her this time she’ll enjoy in a mint with valberry. He sets down the bowl in front of her and smiles warm at her seeing her scoot her chair closer to him. He takes in her clothing seeing she is wearing the night slip she wore previously, showing enough skin around him as she feels comfortable in her body.

“Did you enjoy your bath?” His voice is sincere as he checks on her well-being. She takes the first taste of the soup and immediately hums in happiness from how the flavor dances on her tongue. Aserla looks at him with a new expression in her eyes, and one he can feel within his own being as he recognizes how love is being shown to him through such beautiful blue eyes.

“I relaxed really nice, thank you. And you’re right this tastes so good.” She praises him in the same sentence, his heart warms more, she takes his hand to hold it. He notes she is getting comfortable to touch him on her own, feeling more at ease now that they’ve spent more time together.

“I’m glad to hear, and I hope the tea is to your liking. It’s from Mondstadt. I think you might have had it before if it’s from your region.” He muses aloud, taking a sip of his own black tea that pairs with the soup. He went for a comfort for her if she was feeling vulnerable or needs that extra relax.

“Thank you. I am also ready to answer you.” Aserla places her spoon down after she finishes her bowl; she takes both of his hands in her own. Zhongli turns in his seat to take her hands, resting them on his lap. Her rubs circles on her palms and she closes her tiny hands around them as she plays with his fingers.

“Oh? You have an answer for me?” Zhongli’s heart is beating a lot harder to him as he looks at her face for any implication he might have been wrong about all this. Her hands keep playing with his as she moves closer to him, till her feet rest between his.

“I have decided, that I will marry you. I want this life you are offering to me. I want all you have to give me. I will make sure your days are full of happiness, and that you will never know loneliness with me. I hope to be worthy of this and prove to you, you have not made the wrong choice. I…” She swallows hard as she looks up into his eyes as she sets to finish her declare to him.

“I love you. I have loved you before we met. I admit I held onto the love and admiration I had for the Geo Archon, but after spending this time with you to actually learn the man behind the title. I genuinely love you. Please… accept such a broken spirit that has nothing more to offer than her love… and words.” She is in tears at the end of her admittance that it makes him pull her into his arms. She gets him to sit in his lap, and tilt her head up to look him in his warm eyes.

“I love you too. It makes me happy to know you have loved me as the Geo Archon. That I had affected you to earn that love. But it makes me even happier to hear you fell in love with me as I am and not the title I use to have. As for being a broken spirit. You’re not broken my love. Far from it, you’re just healing from your wounds.” He is tilting her head up to keep her eye contact as he speaks again to her, he is thumbing away her tears. He had no idea that there was someone who could have been hurt to think they’re not worthy of love. Who holds onto their love for an archon as their solace without being dependant on it.

“And it will be a great honor to be married to such a beautiful soul.” He keeps tilting her head up till she can see the gold of his eyes just glow with love for her. He lowers his head down and unlike the kiss they had earlier that tested their boundaries. This one is him initiating it and it is backed with so much passion within him that her head spins just from him pressing his lips to hers. Aserla grips the front of his robe; flailing that hand to find something to hold onto and he gives her his hand to grip rather than digging her nails into the silky material.

Zhongli keeps kissing her letting his action to hold her speak so loud, he doesn’t let her pull away till she squeezes his hand for air. He parts from the kiss equally panting with her, and when she thought he wouldn’t kiss her again, he does. He kisses her as soon as she intakes a breath to initially talk to him, taking her parted lips to gently press his tongue between them. He tastes the sweetness from the tea she was drinking, he tastes the slight saltiness from the soup. He also tastes her, the indescribable taste she has and he’s drunk off it already.

Aserla feels her head just spinning from the way she is being kissed, she squeezes his hand tight in hers signaling she needs air again. She breaks the kiss with a pant when he withdraws his tongue from her mouth. Her face is flushed, she feels her head light from the kiss and she is sure there is a dreamy expression.

Zhongli is far from done with the kiss, and when he is certain she has enough air back in her lungs he is tilting her head back up to softly claim her lips, gentle and tender nibbling at the end of her bottom lip. She feels these kisses and intakes a further breath till he deepens the kiss again. Her hand gripping his top again as she releases her first moan into the kiss. A sound he wants to hear her make over and over again.

A shift is made and the woman jumps from what she feels in his lap. She looks up at him surprised at how much these kisses are effecting him. The former archon can only blush sheepish as he looks at this woman with both love and lust within his gold eyes.

 “I… got lost a bit. I can let you go get ready for bed, and I can take my bath.” Zhongli lets her get out of his lap, and his hand ghosts down the length of her left arm. He stops his hand at her ring finger and lifts it to look at her hand again as he sizes it. He holds onto her hand as grounding for himself that this is happening. Tomorrow he will have a wife, and perhaps he can coax her into bed if she wants him on the same day.

 “Are you sure? I wouldn’t… mind.” He finds it endearing that she wants to try to please him. He taps her nose instead, and presses his face close to hers, warm gold eyes regarding her blue ones.

“My love, I would love to make this night more memorable, but I will wait to take you after tomorrow, and not when our emotions are running high tonight. You have one more chance to walk away, feelings get more chaotic when you are staring at the parchment. I don’t want to take you, and you are left feeling taken advantage of in the moment, or you have second thoughts and end up with a permanent decision due to a moment of weakness.” He gently explains this to her, and she can only smile up at him as he takes into consideration her feelings to the max. He’s thought it through about what sex can lead to, and how much it is a personal decision on both their ends.

“I’ll cuddle you tonight in exchange. Does that sound fair?” Zhongli offers this idea to spend as much contact with her without it being sexual. He wants her; he wants to pounce on her right now, but he thinks of her well being of last minute decisions of saying no. It would wound him if he gave himself to her and she decides to run from him tomorrow.

“I’d love that, and thank you.” Aserla stands up to let him take his leave of their space to tend to himself. He rests his hand on her shoulder reassuring. Zhongli leans in to kiss her cheek and also whisper into her ear.

 “When you are ready for me, I want to take my time loving you.” His murmur into her ear, he ghosts a kiss along the spot just below her ear and above her neck with a hot breath. He squeezes her shoulder as he lets go for now. Aserla can feel her legs shaking from the intended promise. She looks at the table after she hears the soft close of the door that separates them now.

She begins to clear the table to set the dishes into the sink to distract herself from the growing heat between her legs. She makes enough noise for herself to not strain her ears to listen to the soft groans that Zhongli can make.

When Aserla finishes cleaning up to her best, is when she retreats from the living area to head up to their shared room. She sits on the edge she has been on, her hands smoothing across the silk bedding. She feels her nerves again when she’s alone, and allowed to let her feelings settle in. She hopes she can bring him happiness, how can she add to his life that he doesn’t already have enough of. He invented mora, he has a house and steady job. He has hobbies and lives a life full.

 Said man enters the room after taking care of all the lights and doors, he looks at ease with himself from taking care of his needs. Zhongli notes the look on her face, and sits down next to her, taking her hands in his.

 “Dear? You look like you’re about to cry. What’s wrong?” He lets her lean into his side and hears her sniffle. He’s prepared for her question, he has practiced for this one in the event to alleviate her concerns. He winds his arm around her to bring her in closer to his side. She looks up at him with her feelings on her sleeve as she pours her heart to him. Where he understands just where her pain comes from.

“You’re someone who has everything… how can I make you happy? I couldn’t make one person happy to be with just me without putting out. Are you sure you want someone like me?” Aserla’s voice breaks as she speaks to him, Zhongli waits for her to get through the sobs and hysterics of the first round of crying. His hand smooths along her back, to ease her nerves as he waits for her to calm.

 “You can have anyone in the world… someone who can be was pretty as Ningguang, or Jean… yet you are considering me. I feel so plain.” Zhongli listens to the heart break that comes from her, he merely waits for her with patience only known to any Geo wielder, steady as stone.

 “My love. I said it yesterday, that I could have anyone, and you are that anyone. As for beauty, there is physical beauty that some possess. While there is spiritual beauty. Those women have their own comforts in the way they present themselves. You. My sweet love. You, have a unique beauty they do not have that has not captured my eyes the way you have.” He gets her to look up at her, he wipes her face from her cheeks, eyes, and nose with a tissue he had grabbed the moment he realized she had this look.

 “You are beautiful and you shine in your way. It’s a beauty no one can touch, and I wish I can show you just what your soul shines to me like. As for not keeping one person. One man’s stone is another man’s treasure, you my dear are an absolute gem. I have no intentions of letting you go or ever letting my eyes stray from yours.” He cups her face to get her to look him in his eyes, understanding she’s feeling undesirable, he made the right decision to stop them from getting hot earlier.

 “I want you, I have chosen you, and I will say it as many times as you need to hear it from me. You are beautiful, and you are wanted,  I love you. You never have to have sex with me to prove that to me. I want the time you do that with me, to be what you genuinely want.” Zhongli presses a loving kiss to her cheek to chase away the tears that threaten to spill. If he has to spend months and years denying sex to prove it, he will. He’ll be perfectly satisfied to use his own hand and mouth on her and himself than penetrate her ever till she is confident to take those reins herself.

 “You won’t be mad if I’m not ready tomorrow for sex then? I don’t feel like I am… and I know it’s expected to consummate a marriage…” He cups her face even more, bringing her lips close to his. He gets her to look him in his gentle eyes.

 “I will never be mad at you for that. It’s a personal and very intimate decision to accept someone into their body like that. Let alone the outcome can produce offspring. I want you to be comfortable with me, I want you to only sleep with me like that, when you want it. I will never force you to keep old traditions like that. There are many who feel that is necessary for a happy marriage, and are miserable or in situations they want to escape but have children to attend to for the sake of appearances. Yours and mines consent is required for that threshold. You already have mine, I need yours, and you will never be coerced.” She is crying harder at feeling so validated in her heart and feelings. That she can say no without it being a relationship killer. She closes the distance to kiss him full, clumsily on her end, bumping their teeth in the process that makes them both giggle. He lets her bowl him over onto the bed to kiss him till she is breathless.

“You have no idea how much that means to me… I never wanted to have another relationship… or consider… that. With you… I feel safe. Please be patient while I gather my nerves to one day say yes.” Zhongli admires this woman and her ability to use words so effortlessly. Barbatos truly did bless her, and he entrusts this woman to him to heal her heart where he couldn’t give her solace.

 “I do know what it means to you, and I assure you. You can still walk away tomorrow.” He reminds her she has full say in all of this, and it makes her bury her face into his chest. Zhongli rubs the back of her head as he comforts her as she cries even more.

 “I don’t want to walk away from you!” Aserla exclaims and it makes his heart soar hearing her say that. Zhongli gets her more comfortable, turning out the bedside lamp where he can reach it, he lets her curl up into his arms and it is the first time he has ever felt someone cling to him like this. Like he is their whole world, and it astounds him that she can give him so many thoughts.

Zhongli gets comfortable, and lets her fall asleep on top of him, her head finding its spot in the crook of his neck, and he buries his face into her hair. Tomorrow is a big day for both of them, and he hopes she will come home again with him to share their bed like this with her clinging to him as she sleeps.

“I don’t want you to walk away either. So please come home tomorrow.”