#rex x y/n
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KISS IT BETTER
REX X READER
Rex’s feelings for you have been steadily growing for a while now, but he believes they’re his own burden to bear. When he gets injured, he thinks you might feel the same. When you get injured, he knows for certain.
genre: fluff, hurt/comfort
warnings: blood and injury
word count: 2,600
a/n: this wip has been sitting in my drafts for a while now, and I finally got around to finishing it. I’m excited to be writing again!
Rex’s affection is a slow, steady thing. It shouldn’t come as a surprise, not when he leads the rest of his life with such level headed strength, but it does. He doesn’t notice the way it settles into the cradle of his ribs, the way it blinks into existence. It falls into place like the stars after a sunset, small bursts of light piercing the dark a handful at a time until there is no question that the sky is full—near bursting.
The sun seems to set quicker each time Rex sees you, the stars in his heart brighter with every passing day. If it weren’t for his practiced composure and unwavering respect for your position on the Resolute, that affection just might spill out of him, tearing him apart at the seams, his body alone no longer enough to contain his feelings.
But his emotions are his own, and you haven’t asked, nor offered, to help bear them.
You’re a medic on the Resolute, one of the few faces onboard that doesn’t match all the others on the Star Destroyer. That distinction alone was enough to spark gossip among the men when you were first assigned to work alongside the 501st.
Rex didn’t think much of it at the time. Gossip rarely holds weight, and he’s never put any stock in it. A new medic, nat-born or clone, is simply something the 501st was in need of. He didn’t think much of the matter beyond the benefit of having additional hands in the medbay. Maybe he would have paid more attention to the gossip if he had met you before the talk died down. It wasn’t until later, after a particularly rough skirmish that left more men than he felt comfortable with on bed rest, that Rex finally met you.
You were bouncing around between beds, checking in with the men still on bed rest, when he first saw you. Easy smile, mellow mannered, kind—these are the things about you that stood out to Rex.
“It’s nice to finally meet you, Captain,” you greeted as you stepped by him. Of course you already knew of him. His position on the Resolute made it near impossible to not be involved in at least some rumors, just as your status as a non clone made you stand out.
“Likewise,” he said, the word feeling oddly heavy on his tongue. He had no way of knowing at the time that the first seeds of attraction were already starting to take root. Admiration and attraction can feel a lot alike in their early stages. Maybe it was a mix of both that caused words to fail him.
“Is there anything I can help you with?” you asked, pausing what you were doing to give Rex your full attention, gaze boring into him with an unexpected weight—like a tractor beam pulling him into your eyes. The steady hold of your gaze was nearly too much to handle. Rex dragged his own eyes away from you then, choosing instead to take in the scene around him, needing a distraction. Most of the beds were full, but enough time had passed since the skirmish that all of the men still in the medbay were stable, and many almost ready to leave.
“I just wanted to check in on them,” Rex said, nodding at the beds behind you.
“Of course.” You smiled.
The interaction was brief. You had things to do, and Rex wasn’t in the medbay just to see you—that would come later. But, despite the brevity of the meeting, it was enough for him to get a sense of who you are, enough for you to wiggle your way into his heart—just a little.
Rex’s affection is a slow, steady thing. By the time he finally realizes just how much of him you really hold, it is too late to change course.
—♡—
The blood spills from his side slowly. Ever-slipping time allowed the wound to begin clotting, but it’s too big, too deep to heal fully on its own. The blood sticks to his blacks, the still wet stain difficult to see on the already dark colored cloth.
He was hit by a piece of shrapnel during the last battle. An exploding tank sent pieces of the vehicle and broken droids his way. For the most part, he managed to escape injury, but something managed to nick his side in one of the places his armor fails to cover. Only his now ruined blacks stood between the shrapnel and his skin.
It will hurt to pull the fraying fabric from torn flesh, but when the time comes, he will grit his teeth and bear it. Rex has been through worse, no doubt, and he surely will again in the future. It’s why he waited to seek out treatment. There are others who need it more, those who might not survive without immediate attention. He doesn’t want to be a hindrance when doing so could harm others.
Instead of seeking out a medic, he distracts himself. He focuses on what can be done, takes steps that will result in the closest thing to a positive outcome after a battle. He doesn’t expect a medic to seek him out, especially not you.
You walk over to him without hesitation, like you’re singularly focused on reaching him, and Rex wouldn’t be surprised if that was true. The scowl tugging at the corner of your lip and creasing your brow, an unfamiliar expression on your usually smiling face, is aimed directly at him. He has never seen you angry like this before. Even with the harsh look that will inevitably be accompanied by a scolding when you reach him, the sight of you sends his world spinning.
Maybe he lost more blood than he thought.
“What do you think you’re doing?” You speak as you approach.
“My job,” he responds. This whole conversation seems wrong. While your question was delivered with a tone that made the words sound more like a scolding, his own statement, which should have held an assurance fitting for a Captain, sounds unsure.
“Kix mentioned you might be injured,” you say. Rex’s hand raises to his side in reflex, cradling the air above his injury but not making contact with the laceration beneath. You hum knowingly, stepping closer to get a better look.
You swat Rex’s hand aside as you bend down, taking in the injury without actually touching the wound. It’s difficult to see the full extent of what happened with Rex’s blacks still in the way, but the still wet blood soaking into the fabric tells you plenty.
“I wish you had come to me,” you admonish, pulling out a medkit from your pack. The supplies are reduced from when the battle started—Rex tries not to linger on the implications of that reduction.
“I had things that needed to get done, just as I’m sure you did.”
“I know. Doesn’t mean I’m happy about it.” You pause what you're doing, looking him in the eye while you talk, as if doing so can make your words sink in. There’s a pained look in your eyes as you speak, like the thought of him being injured makes you hurt with him. It's a look you hide well, but Rex still catches the way you seem to bite your tongue to keep from saying something more.
You turn your focus back to the injury, setting out to do what you can to ensure it heals as thoroughly and efficiently as possible. If you were petty, you just might tug a little harder than necessary while pulling the fabric of his ruined blacks from the wound. You might use more force than needed to eject the stim into his system, or press the bacta patch onto his skin a little firmer than the adhesive calls for. You would remind him of why it’s important to seek out medical treatment as soon as possible. Maybe next time he would come see you sooner.
Instead, you’re gentle with the gash.
You may be unhappy about the fact that Rex got injured, but you’re disinclined to make him hurt anymore than he already does. You can understand why he avoided seeking medical attention, that doesn’t mean you have to be happy about it—not when, of all people, Rex is the one who is hurting.
“Please try to be careful,” you say as you finish. You stand up, looking him in the eye once more. Your next words slip out before you can stop them. It’s a quiet, almost confession. “I hate seeing you hurt.”
Before Rex can respond, you step away, off to hunt down others who tried their best to avoid medical attention. Rex is left to wonder if your words were said as a medic, or as something from the heart, something personal. His cheeks warm at the thought.
Is it wrong for him to hope for more?
—♡—
“KARK!” The expletive is followed by a series of quieter grumbles and moans. You pull your hand from the drawer to cradle near your chest, eyes burning with unshed tears as you attempt to take in the damage.
Blood bubbles up from your palm, welling for just a moment before spilling over. It drips down your wrist and onto the once sterile floor below.
“Who in Sith Hells keeps a vibroblade with the notepads?” You grumble.
“Surely not a medic.” You startle despite the familiarity of the voice, turning around to see who has entered the medbay. Rex is taking your hand in his own before you fully process who is standing beside you. His touch is gentle against the delicate skin, his calloused hand nearly as warm as the now throbbing wound on yours. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” you say. “Nothing a little bacta and a bandage can’t fix.”
He doesn’t seem to believe you, his frown deepening as you brush off the cut like it’s nothing. Despite the guilt that settles in your gut for being the cause of his displeasure, your cheeks warm at the thought of his concern.
“Can I help you? Will you let me?” He is already herding you towards one of the beds, guiding you to sit on the edge so that he can gather the necessary supplies. You sigh, not wanting to trouble him any more than you already have, but concede.
“Fine. But clean your hands,” you demand before telling him where the necessary supplies are kept.
Rex does as you say without a fuss.
“Are you sure you don’t need stitches?” he asks, brows furrowing as he takes in the wound. He doesn't shy away, used to seeing much worse on a regular basis. It makes your heart sink to think about how much he has seen—how much he has lost.
“Yes, fortunately. The bacta will be enough.”
Rex works silently, apologizing when you hiss at the touch of bacta to the wound but not breaking his concentration from the task at hand. He works with the diligence of a soldier. With his attention directed solely on your injured hand, you are given a chance to admire him.
It’s a habit that started the first time you met him and has only gotten worse with time. You had heard about the Captain of the 501st. His loyalty unwavering, his mind steady and well balanced while his General is so fond of taking risks. You didn’t expect the softened look in his brown eyes. Falling for him was easy.
“Hey Rex, did you need something from the medbay?” you ask, needing something to distract yourself from his steady hands, from the slow rise and fall of his shoulders as he breathes, from his singular focus on you—even if it is just because you’re injured.
“Hmm?” He looks up for the first time since he started treating the wound. It’s fully bandaged now, and the pain has all but subsided thanks to the soothing cool of bacta. “Kix said you were in here.”
His eyes flick away from yours and he clears his throat. It’s not the first time he’s sought you out in the medbay for the simple reason of enjoying your company, but still the decision seems to leave him embarrassed.
He switches the topic before you can respond.
“You need to be careful. How can you patch me up if you don’t have any hands to work with?” Rex jokes, a small smile stretching across his lips, eyes gleaming.
“You know I’m always careful. Of the two of us, you’re the reckless one.”
You reach out to shove his shoulder, laughing as you do. There isn’t any strength behind it, it’s just a teasing gesture, but you reach out with your injured hand. The aching sting of a cut sets your nerves alight immediately, and you hiss as you pull the hand back to your chest. The bandage holds strong, no blood leaking through, but that doesn’t stop the pain.
Rex pulls the hand back to him, his grip feather light as he traces the edges of the bandage. His brow furrows in concern and it takes an effort not to reach out and smooth the evidence of his worry. You can’t help but think: It’s the perfect spot to place a kiss.
“Does it hurt a lot?” He asks, growing serious again.
“Just a little.” The thought of kissing Rex must still be stuck in your brain because, before you can stop the words from slipping out, you add, “Maybe you can kiss it better?”
Rex’s eyes go comically wide, lips parting but no words coming out. Your words surprised him, more than either of you thought possible. You go to pull away, to come up with some excuse about why he doesn’t have to. You try to think of a way to tell him that you didn’t mean it like that (you did), and that he can just forget about it. It was a joke (it wasn’t). The two of you could laugh it off. But Rex’s mind catches up with your request before you can brush it away.
He takes your hand, still cradled gently in his own, and presses his lips to a spot on your palm that wasn’t sliced open by the vibroblade. They linger there for just a moment before he pulls back, keeping your hand by his heart.
You haven’t offered to help bear the weight of Rex’s feelings for you, but your question is a request for him to see your own, and a hope that he might reciprocate. He can hardly believe it to be true.
He needs to be sure.
Rex brings a hand up to your cheek, his fingers barely brushing against the skin there, and it's your turn to be left in shock. Eyes wide, lips parted, a mirror of Rex just moments ago.
“Does it feel better?” he asks. He leans in closer, merely waiting for permission to kiss you properly.
“I don’t know. I think you should try it again.” Your voice is barely a whisper, but it’s all the answer he needs.
Rex’s hand finds a proper place against your cheek, and then he kisses you. His lips are soft against your own, and any worries either of you might have had slip away.
The kiss is short and sweet, merely testing the waters, but it’s enough to leave you in a daze. You’ve wanted to kiss him for a long time. You wonder if he has wanted it for just as long (you think, maybe, he has).
You hum, a smile growing wide across your lips, and say, “I’m definitely feeling better now.”
#rex x reader#rex x you#rex x y/n#captain rex x reader#captain rex x you#rex x gn!reader#the clone wars fanfiction#tcw fanfiction
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Waves
anakin skywalker x reader (sort of)
ahsoka x reader (sort of)
summary: After a hard battle, It’s left to you to carry a message to two Jedi from your past
a/n: this is sort of a character study of the protagonist - you! it’s also kind of a prologue to a series that will be anakin x reader - more details to come! based off of Dean Lewis’ ‘Waves’.
note: please know that i actually don’t know almost anything about star
warnings: angst, briefs descriptions of canon-typical violence, technically minor character death, mourning, non-canon compliant
There will come a time in your life when you will need to let go, when the galaxy stops shifting and the ground under your feet liquifies, it’s your duty to continue to protect. Continue to serve.
This is what the code tells us.
This is what your Master would always tell you. He always was referring to the loss of civilians, the failure of a mission that could have succeeded. You never thought it would apply to losing him.
You arrived at the temple older than most younglings — five years old, feisty and strong, very strong in the ways of the Jedi already. Back home on Onapesca, The Force was used peacefully, the ways taught to their young. You, however had been unfittingly volatile with your abilities, and so, the Jedi found you.
With already advanced training, it only took you four years to become eligible to have a master, and were taken on quickly by Master Bosque, a human such as yourself, one of the only Sentinels left in the order.
From the age of nine on, you and Bosque had been attached at the waist.
Even after becoming a knight, you went on missions and outreaches frequently with him, even becoming a Sentinel such as him, although your affinity had always been split between healing, The Force itself and your notable technique for sabers, as demonstrated by the three beads that used to hang on your braid.
His death came to you like an abrupt ending you always knew would come but never thought it would.
“Master?”
The young Togruta Padawan interrupts you melancholy reflection, using the title that’s almost yours.
“My apologies, young one,” you say properly. “I got caught up in my thoughts.”
Ahsoka is her name, and she’s as bright eyed and bushy tailed as you can be, going into an active war zone as a fourteen-year-old. Her braid is strung with a yellow bead — proficiency with that saber she wields. You can feel her desperation to prove herself wafting through the air, and, if you focus hard enough, it comes in waves, ripples in the air. Her energy reminds you of someone you haven’t spoken to in so long…
“You’re okay, Master L/n. I’m just wondering if you know my new master.”
Her new master?
“Obi-Wan and I are close, yes.”
“Not Master Kenobi, Master Skywalker!”
Your breath leaves you and doesn’t do you the favor of coming back. Anakin with a Padawan? That would not end well, especially with what you’ve heard about his… unique combat tactics. Of course, you haven’t seen him since right after your Knighting ceremony.
But he’s been plaguing your thoughts since after the Siege of Cassiopeia, the prospect of his return to your life, along with Obi-Wan’s a mixture of bittersweet emotions, of feelings that you don’t know if they will stay covered.
“Anakin? I didn’t know he was taking a Padawan.”
Ahsoka shrugs, sharp incisors gleaming.
“He’s getting one whether he likes it or not.”
Whether he likes it or not, is for sure.
“Yes, I know him. We grew up together, trained together since both of us were young Padawans with young Masters.” you pause, trying to formulate an unbiased explanation of Anakin, whose very presence always seems to affect you in the worst ways. “He’s… hard to capture in words, I would say. But… He’s awfully skilled in mechanics and piloting, with his blade, of course, as well. Hard headed, stubborn, irritating, but he’s also funny, and caring and… the most loyal person you will ever meet. Protective, too.”
“He sounds great.”
You refrain from agreeing with her. He is great. He’s just a difficult topic for you to broach right now. Ahsoka keeps darting her eyes at you, then back to her holopad.
“Was there something else, Ahsoka?”
“I’m really sorry about Master Bosque, Master L/n.”
Even just his name knocks it out of you. Everything seems to leave you breathless and gasping for the past you can never return to. You feel your vocal chords tighten.
No attachment.
“Thank you.”
There’s not much to say about it, at least not to her. You ache to tell someone how you feel, but it seems that a Padawan whom you just met may not be the best choice.
You grip your lightsabers and close your eyes, searching for a semblance of your Master, a sign, any sign that he’s watching over this journey, that he’s helping to better the tasks ahead.
(he’s missing from The Force, just like he is from your life, unjustly gone from the world that still needs him)
(you still need him)
In the village where you grew, you were taught to respect the Living Force. Your mother, your family, and the population who helped to raise you, the daughter of an important someone or other, had always taught you that the spirits of the lost would always be with you, and that you had a unique gift: you could not only sense the spirits, you could call them, channel them. Later, within your training as a Jedi, you learned that the spirits you once knew were actually The Force, and that the sense you’d had for them was an understanding most grown Jedi strived to reach.
You feel no such spirits upon entry to Christophsis.
It’s almost a vacuum of the Living Force, such a characteristic is becoming increasingly common in the war.
The Force beacons to the two Jedi on the planet, where your destination must be. You close your eyes, reaching out to Anakin, looking for the link you used to have, looking for his distinct signal. Like his unique radio frequency, he sends ripples through The Force, the layer under reality that you have the ability to sense. Not quite through The Force, halfway between the realms.
He’s there, alright.
The link that you have suppressed for so many cycles pulses in the back of your mind like an old memory, which you suppose it is.
You must prepare yourself for the confrontation that awaits.
The front is impossible to break, not without reinforcements, not with the limited resources that are steadily depleting.
Anakin believes that with a little assistance from the Council, they can power through and break the line, though, as sore as it is to admit it, continuing his tactics might have the very very very slight possibility of failing.
Maybe.
Rex can’t know that he has his doubts, though, because Anakin knows that Rex is counting on him. And Obi-Wan.
Definitely Obi-Wan.
The end of the latest battle heralds another sore reminders of the lack of supplies and dashed team spirit, even for a victory.
Something’s off. It’s a feeling that started at the end of the aforementioned battle, a stirring in the back of his mind, a feeling that feels familiar, something he hasn’t felt in a long time.
“Sent reinforcements, we have,” Yoda tells him and Obi-Wan. “Bothering you, is something, Skywalker?”
Anakin clears his throat.
“No, Master Yoda. Everything-“
The hologram cuts out before he even finishes his excuse for distraction. Obi-Wan and Rex are both staring at him. What do they want?What do they have to say?
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan starts. Anakin squeezes his eyes shut. The feeling surges. What is this? Why does he feel it now, after years of trying to reach out, why is this coming back to haunt him now?
“She’s coming, isn’t she?” He demands, somewhat belligerently, feeling like a petulant child, whining to his master. “You feel it, right? Did you know?”
“Anakin, I’m as surprised as you are. As far as I knew, she was still on Cassiopeia carrying out covert operations.” Obi-Wan shakes his head, leaning on the podium. Anakin turns to Rex, hoping he’d heard from his best friend, Y/n’s clone commander.
“Don’t look at me, General, I haven’t heard from Jex since the radios went dead. He told me they were headed back to Coruscant.”
Anakin rubs his eyes, feeling the storm brewing.
This girl.
It’s almost comical, the expression on both Skywalker and Kenobi’s faces, their confusion when they meet the whirlwind that is Ahsoka Tano. It’s fine, they’ll adjust, she’s a perfect little version of Anakin, (She kind of reminds you of yourself, if you’re being honest) and even if he doesn’t see it, she’s the best Padawan he could have gotten.
You step away from the conversation, getting a report from one of the Clones in blue - Hach. The situation doesn’t sound good.
you’ll see what Rex has to say about battle strategy, but you have a pretty good idea of what the next step is.
“Why don’t you take Ahsoka to go observe. Get her familiarized with the ground.”
“Who, the youngling?”
“Padawan!”
And so, the three Jedi are left alone, and you finally get a chance to look at them, see how they’ve changed. Obi-Wan, bless his soul, is virtually unchanged, the only difference is his armor. Anakin, however…
You haven’t seen him since recently after the both of you were Knighted, since the night of the huge argument. His hair is longer, his face rougher, a short scar marked over his right eye. His mechanical hand, one of his many impressive feats of engineering, is scratched up and dulled after many battles. His blue eyes search you, probably trying to gauge the same thing that you are— if you’re still angry.
You’re not, if anyone was wondering. Your anger has strictly faded into a cold feeling of indifference— or that might be the layers of suppression that result from years and years of denying what actually happened that night.
“Y/n, my dear, It’s been quite a while,” Obi-Wan says, warm smile flitting onto his face.
“It has, Master Kenobi. Strange how the time goes.”
Anakin nods at you. Obi wan elbows him. “Ow!” He rubs the back of his neck. “You cut your hair.”
You smack your lips awkwardly.
“Well,” Obi wan breaks the uncomfortable silence, already stepping away. “I must go speak with the troops. Anakin, why don’t you update Y/n on the status of the battle.”
You thank The Force for granting you this momentary reprieve from the heartbreaking news you carry, but it comes with the price of painstakingly awkward conversation with Skywalker.
He’s brash and direct, just like you remember him, updating you on the latest supply shortage, the power outages, the horrors of this war, appearing around every corner.
“I didn’t know you were off of Cassiopeia. I thought the Siege was still in effect,” He admits. You shake your head, remembering what you need to tell him.
“We went radio silent during the last stages of the Siege, which reminds me,” you snap your comm out of its slot on your gauntlet. “Can you tune me to your frequency?”
He tilts his head, grinning slyly.
“Four years and you still haven’t learned how to program a comm?”
“Jex is a mechanic, Skywalker,” You drop the comm into his black- gloves hand. “And for your information, I know how to do it, I just …prefer not to.”
“Oh, I’m sure, and I wasted all that time on Naboo teaching you how to program them, just for you to mooch off poor Jex.”
“No one’s mooching anything! Jex is happy to help me!”
“Oh, I’m sure.”
“What that supposed to-“
You’re cut off by the beeping from both of your comms, meaning Rex’s found something, probably something that’s just going to heighten the risks of the upcoming battle.
Is there a tactical advantage to sending Ahsoka, the smallest of you all, to sneak past the force field? Sure, yes. Does it pleasure you to torment Anakin with his new spitfire padawan? Of fucking course.
So the two bickering Jedi set off to set charges on the barrier, leaving you with Kenobi and Rex.
“What’s the plan, Generals?” The clone asks. You glance at Obi-Wan.
“Whaddya say, old man? the old fashioned surrender?”
He sighs.
“Y/n, I resent it when you call me that, but… yes. The old fashioned surrender should give them enough time.”
You grin.
“Sounds like a plan.”
The downside of a plan going, well, according to plan, is that you have no more time to speak to anakin and Master Kenobi about what will happen upon return to shore leave on Coruscant.
It’s late, Ahsoka has retired to her quarters on the Resolute, leaving only the three senior Jedi in the common area, reflecting and writing reports of the events on Christophsis. You take in a deep breath, steeling yourself.
“Master Kenobi, Skywalker,” You address them formally, trying to stay detached. “I’m afraid I haven’t been completely… honest about the events of the final battle for Cassiopeia.”
Both Jedi fixate on you, concern evident on their battle-worn faces.
“I didn’t want to distract you before going into combat, and perhaps I was sparing myself the grief of reliving it… but… on Cassiopeia, I was captured.” Better to start off with the beginning of the story. “It was part of the plan, but the tactics of the Separatists were even more convoluted than what any of us could have imagined, so, Master Bosque saw the plan’s acceleration.” You take a deep breath. “It was… sloppy, it was tragic. We lost everyone on the mission, except myself… and Jex.” You pause, to recuperate yourself, to keep your voice from cracking, but it grows think in your throat. “Bosque was killed. I’m sorry. I know how much he meant to both of you.”
You breathe shakily. Kenobi seems frozen, paralyzed by grief. His oldest friend, gone at the hands of this war. Skywalker’s blue eyes have hardened, his mouth turned down. Bosque helped Kenobi train him, as well. He was to Anakin what Kenobi is to you.
“Upon our return to Coruscant for shore leave, there will be a ceremony, commemorating Bosque, followed by my induction to the Order of Mastery.”
Anakin recoils at this.You know how much he wishes to become a Master.
Deafening silence, the millings about of Clones.
“I should- I want you, Master Kenobi, to conduct the ceremony as my honorary Post- Master. And- and I knew you would want to see him. One last time.”
You hold your breath, partly in suspense, mostly to keep from breaking out in sobs. You have not wept for him. You will not.
You will not.
But these two— if anyone could make you cry for the Master you wish was still here, they could.
So you leave.
You leave them to their grief.
A coward’s move, yes.
But you are a coward.
And you go to your quarters and try to sleep, trying desperately to not feel, not because it’s what the order requires, but because it just hurts too much to feel anymore.
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Ruusaan | Captain Rex x Reader
Series summary: You missed your tropical planet, but coruscant had more to offer. You are a field medic in the 501st. you work closely with the captain in hopes of not losing your job. But how close is too close.
Chapter summary: You are on the starship on medbay duty. The captain has a question for you.
Pairing: Captain Rex x Reader
Warnings: cursing, inappropriate outfit? muscle injuries, mutual pining, Rated R (To be safe)
Word count: 2.7k
Genre: Fluff and angst
A/n: Posting chapter 6 from an airport. My flight is delayed so I had time. Sorry for the wait guys. I think this chap is cute. Let me know if you want to join the taglist. Enjoy guys!
Chapter 6
You stirred awake slowly opening your eyes. You stared at the grey ceiling trying to will yourself to get up. You can hear Na'wi moving around in the living room. You sat up and stretched while simultaneously cracking your back. You sighed in relief. A knock sounded at your door. You groggily got out of bed and walked to the door. When it opened Na'wi stood before you with a box.
“This was outside for you. I got one too.” She said.
You took the box and went to the living room couch to open it. The box was white with a clasp on the side. On the top, there was the republic's symbol. Na'wi brought her package out as well. You unclasped the box. Inside, there was some tissue paper and a note. You read it out loud.
“Medic of the 501st Battalion, your uniform for non-combat work has been updated, re-designed, and custom fit just for you. Please send the old uniforms back in this box. Thank you for your service.”
Na'wi opened her uniform as you were reading.
“Ummm, what is this?!” She held up what looked like a white skin-tight tunic that was long down to the knees. The sides were open and split up to the waistline. It had the medical symbol on the front center of the shirt. She rested the top on the couch and went for the pants. They were also skin-tight but seemed like basic leggings. You looked at the new “uniform” in disbelief.
“Are those even antibacterial?” You took your uniform out and looked at the tag on the inside.
“I mean, it says it is. But, why do you have this weird sexy nurse costume?” You rubbed your eyes, getting frustrated this early in the morning did not feel good.
Na'wi responds. “I guess they need to differentiate us from clone medics on the star cruiser?”
You shook your head and took your uniform to go change. Might as well get used to it now since the old ones go back today. You changed and took a look in the full-length mirror. The slits in the side emphasized your hips and waist. The back covered your butt enough but you knew you'd still attract a lot of attention in it. They probably didn't think about someone with curves wearing this outfit. You walked out of your room, Na'wi had hers on. She looked up at you.
“Damn, girl. We look hot.” She snickered.
“That is not the objective of scrubs. I don't want to look hot, I want to look like I can save a life!” You said pouting.
Na'wi walked up to you and swung her arm around your shoulder.
“Yeah, you can save a life...By riding some dick!” She cackled. You couldn't help but laugh as you pushed her off of you.
Na'wi continued. “Maybe it won't be so bad, come on.” She walked to the front door while you followed.
The two of you were working at different Medbay stations today. You were doing paperwork and taking walk-ins while Na'wi was taking care of the long-term in-patients. You both walked down the corridor until you had to part ways to your respective workplaces for the day. While walking you could feel the looks troopers were giving you. Even under their helmets, you knew they were staring at you. You made it to your Medbay and opened up. At least you were mostly safe from wandering eyes in here. It would take you a little while to get used to this new look. Perhaps it will take the troopers a while to get used to it too.
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Work became tedious, file, after, file, you filled out medical clearance info for the troops. Some needed prescriptions, and some needed assistance devices. You were at it for a few hours before finally deciding to take a lunch break. You had an extra freezer available in your office typically used for storing medical things, but you decided it could go to use storing some of your favorite foods from your home planet. You premade bowls of fruits and vegetables, exotic to most but nostalgic to you. As you warmed up the veggies you saw movement outside the open door of your office. You walked into the main Medbay area to see a trooper standing there awkwardly.
“Hello, how can I help you?” You asked him.
“Uh, I was told to come here for a walk-in?” He looked everywhere except at you.
“Ok have a seat.” You motioned him towards one of the beds while you went and got a Holo pad with a patient form on it.
“Here fill this out.” You gave him the Holo pad.
“I'm just gonna check your vitals while you do that ok?” He nodded.
You lifted his shirt and placed your stethoscope on his back to listen to his lungs. Everything sounded ok, you moved to his chest and briefly checked if he consented to you being under there. He nodded and you continued checking him over. After you were done, You went to grab your blood pressure machine. He finished with the forms and handed you the Holo pad. You took it from him and placed it on the side table.
“Tell me what's going on.” You said to the trooper as you took his blood pressure.
“I uh, have a weird pain in my shoulder. Really hurts when I lift my arm.”
You finished taking his blood pressure and put the machine away. You grabbed the datapad and looked it over. He was CT-7842 and relatively new to the 501st.
“What's your name?”
“Axe.” He replied.
“How long ago did the pain start?”
“After my last mission, about a week ago.” He absentmindedly rubbed his right shoulder.
“Alright, I'm gonna examine you and move your arm around a bit.” You scanned his arm and shoulder with your Holo pad before setting it down. The pad doesn't pick up on more minor muscular injuries as well as a broken bone. It showed no fractures or breaks. You grasped his wrist and upper bicep and moved them slowly in different directions to test his range of motion.
“Tell me when anything hurts.”
He stopped you when his arm was straight out in front of him for the most part. The trooper turned his head towards the door.
“Captain.” He said in a stern voice. You looked up to greet the man standing at the doorway.
“Oh, hi Rex, I'll be with you in a moment. Take a seat.”
The captain sat on a bed across from and adjacent to where you and your current patient sat. Turning your attention back to the trooper in front of you.
“Well, since you still have good enough motion in your shoulder, you either pulled a ligament or have a small tear. Either way, it needs rest and some painkillers. I'm writing you a note, no training for five days while you take your prescriptions. After that, you should be good to go. I'll get those ready for you.”
The trooper nodded. You went to grab him the appropriate medications. You placed them in the back and walked back to Trooper. He was already standing ready to go. You handed him the bag and he left quickly not sparing you a second glance. You grabbed your Holopad while making your way over to the Captain. He quickly gazed over your figure as you walked up to him. Rex blushed, remembering the day's previous events.
[Earlier]
Captain Rex was walking down the corridor on the way to the training center. The training area was full of weights, punching bags, and treadmills. Perfect for any soldier. When he got there he discarded his armor into a locker and headed to the mat. Heading over to a punching bag, he started taking out his frustrations on the poor bag. It swung wildly as he delivered combo after combo. He saw someone move towards him out of the corner of his eye but kept going anyways. The punching bag suddenly stopped swinging and took the punches with ease. Fives popped his head out from behind the punching bag, holding it in place as Rex continued his assault.
“Captain.” He said in a cheeky tone.
Rex nodded at him and continued his workout.
“Sooooo, what's got you all pent up?” Fives asks.
Rex gives him a weird look. “What do you mean?”
“Well, we've just noticed how different you've been acting...Around a certain someone.” The arc trooper says.
Rex heard chuckling from a distant corner. He didn't have to look to know which of his troops had come up with this plan. Rex took a step back and looked at Fives annoyed.
“Care to enlighten me?” Says the Captain.
“Well, our little medic sure was getting special treatment from you on the Umbara mission.”
“Even if she was, which she is not, why would it matter?” Rex says.
“It matters because that would mean our uptight Captain has a crush.” Fives says while raising his eyebrows.
Rex rolled his eyes.
Fives continued. “You don't even look at women when we're on leave, let alone take one to your room. So you having a crush? Unheard of.”
Rex stepped up to the punching bag again with a fighting stance. He threw a few punches at it. Fives stood back as he did so.
“I have duties while I'm on leave, more important duties than getting laid. And I am not uptight.” He said the last sentence with venom as he punched.
Fives was not buying the Captain's excuses.
“Look, it's no secret, she's very beautiful. We wouldn't blame you. We want to help you.” Fives said.
“Help me do what?” Rex looked up at him.
“Get some cute medic ass duh.” Fives chuckled.
Rex's face heated and he clenched his jaw.
“You know, that's not necessary. I'm ok.”
“How much you wanna bet...That she likes you back?” Fives grinned.
Rex's eyes narrowed. “I doubt that.”
“She likes hanging around you, Rex. I'm sure she'd love to do that more. Listen, She's working in the lower Medbay today, you need to go get your knee checked out right?” Fives asked.
“How do you know that?” Rex asked accusingly.
“Don't worry about it. Just go down there and ask her to have lunch or something.”
Rex stood there looking into space. Maybe it wasn't a horrible idea, to have a friend that isn't a fellow trooper.
“Alright fine, I'll do it. But, she is only a friend. Nothing more.” Rex insisted.
“Mhmm right. Well, good luck Cap.” Fives walked away towards the troopers at the far end of the training facility.
They giggled as he approached. Rex knew they were plotting something.
[Present]
Now he knows what they were planning. You looked...very good. He cursed himself silently. He knew he had some small feelings coming to the surface for their medic but did not think he was being obvious about it. He felt dirty lusting at you in your new uniform. Fives knew exactly how to push him. Rex realizes why Fives had him come while you were working. You made it to his hospital bed where he was sitting.
“So, what's the problem soldier?” You smiled warmly at him.
Rex's heart stuttered slightly. He thought back to what Fives said earlier. Lots of them think you're beautiful. Considering how nervous the trooper she treated earlier, he was right.
“Um, I get a Bacta treatment for my right knee every few months.” Rex said.
“Ok great, you don't have to fill out anything for that. What's your CT number?”
Rex was slightly surprised she didn't know.
“CT-7567.”
You tapped away on your Holo pad pulling up his file. He gets regular Bacta gel soaks and tape for strained muscles.
“Alright let me grab the stuff really quick. You'll have to take off your blacks so I can get to the area though ok?”
“Yeah, that's ok.” The Captain replied.
Damn you Fives, Rex thought.
Each bed had a privacy curtain that could be pulled around the beds as needed. You got him a medical gown to change into before pulling the curtain around leaving Rex to his thoughts. He quickly got undressed leaving his armor in a neat pile next to the pile. He took off his pants and slipped into the medical gown. The white garment fell just above his knees. Laying down on the bed he took a deep breath. He heard your voice from beyond the curtain.
“Are you ready?”
“...Yeah.” He replied.
You came in with a rolling cart of supplies. You closed the curtain behind you and settled the cart next to the bed. You sanitize your hands before putting gloves on. Grabbing the Bacta gel you squeezed and generous amount onto your fingers before moving to his right side. Rex lifted the gown slightly giving you more access to the area. You applied the Bacta to his knee thickly trying to keep it neat. Rex watched as you worked. He thought back to the battle in Umbara when you got grazed by a blaster shot. He applied Bacta to you in a similar way. He admired how professional you were. Although he was nervous earlier, you eased his mind by not making this small procedure awkward. After a few minutes, you were done. You discarded the glove that was covered in Bacta gel and replaced it with a fresh one. You placed some gauze on top of the Bacta so it won't dry out.
“Alright well, I'll let you soak here for a little while, probably like twenty minutes. Then we'll do some stabilizing tape and you should be good to go.” You gave him a small smile and turned to leave the curtain.
Rex nodded. You went to your office to continue the reports you were doing earlier. You were distracted while working. Rex has some very muscular thighs. Thinking about a patient like that is highly inappropriate, but you couldn't help it. Honestly, the Captain has been on your mind since Umbara. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have a crush on him. You knew you had no chance. Your Captain was married to his career. You had to be kind to yourself, It's ok to have a harmless crush. You just had to make sure it didn't get in the way of your job. You were lost in your thoughts when you realized you'd left him there for thirty minutes. You rushed back to his bunk. and called him before you entered the curtain.
“Rex? Can I come in?”
“Yeah come in.” He said.
You walked opened the curtain and walked in closing it behind you. You got fresh gloves on before removing the gauze and excess Bacta from his knee.
“Sorry about that, I got caught up in work.” You told him.
“I get that, it's alright.”
You silently got the tape ready cutting the appropriate length strips. You applied them over the joint quickly and expertly.
“Alright, you're all set. I'll let you get dressed.” You left the curtain with your supply cart. You walked to your office and placed the cart back with the rest of your supplies. After that, you went back to the bed your first patient was on. Stripping the sheets easily you threw them in the laundry bin in the corner of the room. You got new sheets from your supply closet and put them on the mattress. You heard the curtain open, looking over Rex stood there sheepish.
“Alright, you're good to go Rex.” You told him warmly.
“Right... um.” He didn't look at you directly.
“I was wondering if you'd want to have lunch sometime?” He said.
“Oh! Really?” You were pleasantly surprised.
“Yeah, you know, as friends.”
“Oh...Right friends. Um yeah, I'd love to.” You tried to hide your disappointment.
“Great, how about tomorrow?”
“Sure, tomorrow works but we'd have to eat in here I can't leave my post.” You said.
“That's fine.” He smiled at you.
“See you tomorrow Ruusaan.” He said in a low voice as he turned to leave the Medbay.
“Bye...” You said quietly.
Just friends.
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i was going to ask you to do something, anything, with the bad batch but you HATE them, smh :/
anyways possessive rex???
think of all of those commander wolffe fics you've been reading and deliver me, my love rex <333
THE WAY I JUST GOT THROW UNDER THE BUS NOT JUST ONCE BUT TWICE BY MY BSF IN FRONT OF LIKE IDK HOW MANY PPL?? Rude asf 😪
Also I don’t hate the bad batch, I just think they’re a little ugly ;)
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➜ Pairing: Captain Rex x reader
➜ Synopsis: It was beyond Rex why he was letting this poisonous feeling that had dripped over his body and leaked into his soul affect him so deeply. You weren't even dating for Maker's sake, but the lie that you two had webbed so intricately to lure others into its falsity had ensnared him within its grasp and there was no escaping, no lie or justification adequate enough to hide the extent of his feelings that had sprung him into action at the sight of you with one of his brothers.
➜ Warnings: Fake dating, possessive!rex, alcohol, not properly proofread
➜ Word Count: 1.2k
➜ Notes: I feel iffy abt this one tbh. I also hate the header so I’m probably going to re do it
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“Are you two together?”
You couldn’t count on both hands how many times that question had been directed towards you and Rex. Generals, soldiers, and even strangers, had asked you both that question numerous times. The answer was always, ‘no we’re not’ and an uncomfortable laugh from either of you. No one ever believed you though and on that night something in you finally snapped and instead of your usual denial leaving your lips your response was,
“Yes, we are,” and shooting the captain such a sickeningly sweet smile that honey might as well have been coating your lips and dripping from your teeth. The waitress had clapped her hands against her notepad and complimented how cute of a ‘couple’ you two were while Rex choked on his water from across the table. He had shot you a confused look that you ignored until she had left, before presenting your little last-minute idea to him.
“Everyone always thinks were together,” you had explained, “why not give them what they want. I mean what feels like half the base asks us if we’re together yet almost every week, it would be nice to finally get a break.” Rex hesitantly agreed, but only after you had mentioned that since he claimed he had no way to pay you back for treating him to dinner so often – even after the numerous times you had told him it was alright – that this could be the way he paid you back instead.
Just like that, with one honey sweet smile, the two of you decided that you would be a couple in public and friends in private.
Like anything new though, the kisses, pet names, and acts of fake romantic affection had been uncomfortable at first. You both had pushed through it and now they felt almost natural. The two of you fell into a new pattern of life, one that didn’t consist of people pestering you about your relationship with Rex at every turn you took on the base and nothing had really changed between the two of you behind closed doors.
That was if you didn’t count the small touches of affection that had originally started for a more convincing act, but had slowly become a normal part of your friendship now, or the way Rex found himself thinking about you a lot more then he had used to, or the way you’d catch yourself looking at him a little – a lot – bit longer than necessary. None of that mattered though, because the neither of you were planning on acknowledging those things. No, definitely not, you both quite liked the way life was going for the both of you and it would do neither of you any good to acknowledge your feelings.
After all your relationship was fake, something to get everyone off your backs about being a couple all the time, it was just fun and jokes, nothing more.
That’s what Rex repeated in his head, trying to reason with himself as he watched one of his brothers order you a drink from across 79’s. His jaw was clenched tightly and his knuckles were turning white under his gloved hand at how tightly he was grabbing his own empty cup.
The two of you had decided to go to 79’s for your ‘anniversary’, and he was quickly realizing that it hadn't been the best idea, as he watched the countless number of male eyes on you whilst his judgment was being thoroughly affected by alcohol, the scene was bringing up all the feeling he had buried so deep within himself, with a tinge of possessiveness coming with them.
You had met Rex there when you had used to work at the cantina, so you both figured that it was only fitting to go for your fake one-year anniversary. It wasn’t the most ideal idea of an anniversary date, but the two of you weren’t exactly the idea of an ideal couple either.
Rex repeated it to himself again, unable to tear his eyes away as the other man reached out to touch your arm.
Your relationship was fake, you weren't actually dating, he should turn back around and get back to the conversation he was having with his men instead of unreasonably fuming over who you were letting close to you. You could do whatever you wanted, with whoever you wanted.
Bullshit, all those things meant nothing to him as he watched the trooper take a step towards you, getting too close to for his liking, and leaning down. You were his. No one got to touch you like that but him. No one got to look at you like that or even think about you like that but him. No one.
All sense of ration went out the window as the feeling of possessiveness took hold of him. He growled out a ‘excuse me’ to his men and slamming the empty liqueur cup on the nearest table that was thankfully empty, and stalking towards you.
Rex didn’t waste a second once he got to you, wordlessly wrapping one arm around your waist, using his other hand to turn your face towards him. You opened your mouth to greet him, grateful for his timing, but you didn’t have the chance as his lips locked on yours, and he kissed you heatedly. You let out a surprised yelp, but eagerly kissed him back after a moment.
You had shared many kisses with Rex over the last year, but none like this one. This kiss held a hunger and passion that you had never experienced from Rex. This kiss made your heart flutter as your eyes slid shut and your stomach do flips excitedly. This kiss felt genuine, in a way none of the other kisses had ever felt, that scared you a bit. Most of all though, this kiss felt like a claim and it made you melt, kissing him back and leaning into him.
Finally, Rex pulled away, leaving you breathless as you looked up at him with half lidded eyes, the trooper long gone by now. You took your time looking up from his lips to meet his gaze. When your eyes finally locked onto his, he was already looking at you with the same hunger you he had kissed you with. Hunger for you, and the realization made your body feel hot under him, desire blooming in the pit of your stomach as you blushed.
“We should go somewhere more private, don’t you think,” Rex whispered, and it sounded more like a statement then a question. Your eyes widened and you just nodded, letting him guide you out of the cantina and back to your place, dropping short kisses to your lips, and allowing you time to collect yourself, you were still trying to completely process what had just happened inside the clone bar.
Rex kept you close to him the whole way there, his arm around your waist tucking you into him to shield you from the prying eyes of other men. Only he got see you. And the feeling of possessiveness hadn't left him as he locked the door to your apartment behind the both of you and pressed you against it so he could kiss you properly. He was going to rid every trace of himself that that man had left on your body.
And as your lips pressed against his, that same honey that had seemed to coat your lips a year now coated his and bound the two of you together with a sweet kiss.
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rex comforting his & mythra's kid
pairing: rex x gn!reader (+glimmer)
tags: mentions of an argument with glimmer, takes place in aionios
a/n: can't wait for mythra's kid to be revealed some time in the future and making all of this seem super out of character :') (or maybe i'm just spot on, who knows 👀)
"what happened this time?"
rex leaned against the doorframe, watching you huddled up on your bed, pouting. as soon as you saw him, you got up and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest.
"glimmer is being an asshole!"
rex smiled amused, knowing this wasn't the first time he heard those words from you. he softly pat your head, until you were ready to pull away again and tell him what happened.
"even when she can't remember our life before aionios, glimmer is still as cruel as she used to be. i swear, she probably remembers everything and just doesn't tell us!"
rex chuckled, which only caused you to glare at him.
"i'm sure your sister doesn't remember anything. it's just natural for your family to be the one to get under your skin the best. she knows you better than anyone else, so she'll know what she needs to say to annoy you. i'm sure she'll come around to apologize eventually"
you sighed and just hugged your dad again, not wanting to admit that he might be right…
#rex x y/n#rex x yn#rex x you#rex x reader#rex x mythra#rex x pyra#glimmer rhodes#glimmer#rex rhodes#x reader#drabble#oneshot#xenoblade chronicles#xenoblade#xenoblade chronicles x reader#xenoblade x reader#xenoblade chronicles 2#xenoblade chronicles future redeemed#future redeemed#rex x pneuma#fluff#glimmer x reader#mythra x reader
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Rex – In Love And War 3 - Sinful Dreams
Rex x Fem!Reader (FF)
Warnings: 18+ Smut/ Erotic Dreams / Tiny Bit Of Angst And Tension/ Male "Selfcare"/ Dirty Talk (kinda)/ A Bit Of Hurt
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The harmless night in bed, turns out to be something else. However, not intended. Rex has a wild dream that you overhear, an embarrassing situation, at least for Rex.
*chuckles* Sorry Rex
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What Happened Before:
In Love And War
Part 2 -Noises In The Dark
Part 3 - Sinful Dreams
When you fell asleep you had a certain distance even though Rex was holding your hand. However, when you woke up, you were lying on your side, feeling a weight on your body and your face was all warm and pressed against something you couldn't immediately identify in your doze. Your legs also seemed to be weighed down.
Slowly, you opened your eyes and stared at a blank expanse of Rex's undershirt pressed against your face, one of his muscular arms draped across your torso and one of his bare legs wrapped around yours. You could hear him breathing evenly, every now and then a very faint snore.
Your heart beat faster, it suddenly became even warmer, your whole body heated up and an excited tingling spread in your stomach. You didn't dare move for fear of waking him up and he might pull away in embarrassment. It felt so warm, safe and comfortable that you wanted to enjoy the moment a little longer.
You used to be his superior, you thought, maybe you shouldn't enjoy this so much, but at the moment you wanted it and you didn't care about anything else. He sighed in his sleep, moved a little, you frowned worriedly, already afraid he had another of his nightmares. But he seemed strangely relaxed.
You had seen Rex dream vividly a few times before, probably his subconscious simply compensated for his disciplined, sometimes stoic manner in dreams. Anyway, that was your guess.
Your breath caught in your throat as he suddenly grabbed you with his big, strong hands, groping your hips and trying to adjust you, a bit as if you were a pillow. He half lay over you and grumbled softly. You swallowed but didn't move, because Rex was still asleep, even if he was now quite heavily half on top of you and it was a little harder for you to breathe.
Then something happened that you certainly didn't expect. You felt something on your leg. Rex's cock was slowly swelling and he began to move again, his arms half wrapped around you and he muttered, slurring, "Y/N...ugh.... Commander... you're so naughty," followed by a small chuckle.
Your eyes widened. Did he just dream naughty things about you? You felt heat rising in your cheeks. His closeness, his erection against your leg, and the thought that he was having wet dreams about you made heat creep under your skin and your heart beat much faster.
Rex slid even higher, lying practically completely over you, his face in your hair, and you felt his hard length on the fabric of your panties, but hell the man was fucking heavy, you could barely breathe. You'd have to wake him, one way or another.
"R-Rex," you pressed out from under him "Rex.... can't breathe...REX!"
His head went up, still lying heavily on top of you.
"What happened?" he slurred half asleep, trying to collect himself.
"Rex, get off me.... I can hardly breathe."
"Huh...? Dank Ferrik... Maker..."
He hurriedly climbed off you, pulling the blanket with him to cover the definite bulge in his sleep shorts. He was flushed bright red, his tanned skin looked like it would catch fire at any moment, and the contrast with his blond hair was even more intense than usual.
"I'm sorry, very sorry, it was really not intentional!"
He avoided your gaze and muttered, "Maker this is embarrassing..."
You looked at him, shyly, and asked, "Did you dream about me?"
His eyes darted up and back in your direction. He laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head with one hand.
" Why would you think that?"
You shrugged your shoulders and said tentatively, " Well, you were talking in your sleep."
He swallowed hard, audibly and visibly.
"You said my name and then called me Commander and you thought I was naughty"
"...Oh boy"
He cleared his throat awkwardly, stepping from one foot to the other.
"I um, I'm sorry, I... it was just a dream I didn't mean to push you or anything.... I... don't know what to say. Yes I was dreaming about you, but you probably knew that before. I would have preferred if you had kept it to yourself."
You looked at him, startled, the last words sounding a good bit grumpy. He was annoyed that he was in this embarrassing situation. Of course you could have kept it to yourself, but you wanted to hear it out of his mouth for some reason.
You lowered your eyes and said, "Let's just forget it happened."
Rex sighed and nodded, "That will be best."
"Sure" you said.
That single word sounded so broken and dejected that he raised his eyebrows for a moment. He didn't know what to make of it though.
"Um" he said "If you don't mind I would like to go and take a shower now, cold, very cold"
You nodded but didn't look at him.
Rex sensed that your mood had swung into the negative, but didn't know why exactly or how to deal with it. Was it anger because of his dream and what he did in his sleep?
To lighten the mood he joked. "Do you think they have an ice cube option in the shower here?"
You turned away from him, not wanting him to look at you, not wanting to see that you were confused, hurt and angry at the same time. You picked clothes out of your travel bag and said, "I don't know, I don't think so," as if he had asked you a serious question.
Rex hesitated for another moment, then said, "Um, okay, I'll be right back" , and disappeared into the bathroom.
Rex stood in the shower staring down at himself, it didn't matter how cold he turned the water, his erection was stubborn and wouldn't go away anytime soon. He sighed, every time he closed his eyes he saw the images from his dream and that didn't make it any better. Besides, he still had your wonderful smell in his nose, which quickened his pulse.
"Come on, this is my body, do what I want you to do," he spoke softly so you wouldn't hear him.
Of course his body disobeyed him, his cock standing erect, thick and long, in all its glory, as if taunting Rex.
With a sigh, he put a hand around his hard length and murmured, "Well, I've got to get you down somehow."
He was uncomfortable, especially considering why he had gotten hard in the first place and that you were sitting in the room next to him. Rex didn't think he should do that, but what choice did he have, he couldn't stay in here forever.
He was aching for relief, his cock pulsing in his hand and twitching impatiently when he didn't immediately begin to relieve himself. With a sigh, he closed his eyes and saw you in his mind's eye, kneeling in front of him, gently stroking his balls.
He tore his eyes open again and said softly, "Damn, I shouldn't be doing this."
But his hard cock was still in his hand, taunting him.
Again he closed his eyes. Your tongue twitched over his tip and he began pumping his cock in his fist.
Your mouth closed around the tip and sucked on him, he bit his lower lip, suppressing a low moan as he mimicked the caress with his fingers. Rex felt ashamed, but he was enjoying this fantasy of his former officer, far too much. He teased himself for quite a while until he finally imagined you lying in front of him with your thighs open invitingly.
He wondered if your pussy really looked the way he imagined it, but pushed the thought aside.
He shouldn't be so attracted to you, it felt wrong, somehow. But then again, it didn't.
He looked over his shoulder, as if you could suddenly just walk in, then he hastily reached for your genital soap that was in the shower. He hadn't quite gotten used to that yet either, that he now saw and knew all these intimate things about you, it was so strange but also secretly, he experienced it as incredibly pleasant, he was so curious about the person you really were and always fascinated about everything new he learned about you.
But now he had completely different thoughts. He flipped open the lid of the genital soap bottle and smelled it. A delicate rosy scent, he instantly imagined your sweet pussy smelling like that when you were freshly showered and his cock twitched impatiently. He dripped some of it onto his palm, lubed it up, and slid his cock back into his hollowed fist with a wet sound that almost sounded like he was just dipping into your wet pussy.
A smile twitched at the corners of his mouth. Made it all feel so much better, so much more real. The soap lowered the friction a bit, sort of mimicked the moist interior of your intimate heat. He began bucking his hips, pumping his cock into his fist, imagining himself taking you, lying over you, your legs wrapped around his hips.
"Good girl" he whispered "Taking me so well".
Every movement of his cock in his fist making little soft squelching noises that got faster and faster until he was breathily, frantically pumping his cock. His climax is violent, his muscles quivering as his semen ribbons the shower wall.
Rex was breathing heavily, savoring the orgasm. But no sooner did the high subside than shame crept under his skin.
"I really shouldn't have done that"
He wished he never had to leave this bathroom again, facing you now almost filled him with panic. What if you could see it in his eyes, what he just had done in the shower? What if you were still upset about the dream? Would you notice that he had taken some of the soap? Had it really been in the soap holder just like that before?
Rex broke out in a sweat and washed himself properly once again, cleaning the shower wall and trying to pull himself together.
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ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 ! (𝒵𝐻𝒪𝒩𝒢𝐿𝐼)
dragon form!zhongli x f!reader . sfw — fluff . established relationship ⟆ waking up with zhongli when he is in his dragon form ! ⟆ not proofread !
this fic is inspired by the dragon!zhongli collection by @dragon-ascent ! ! i absolutely adore her works + i luv reading them ! ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !
The soft fur of his tail brushes your nose, the sensation tickling you enough to rouse you from a deep slumber. The scent of glaze lilies floods your senses, and you find yourself inhaling deeply. You nuzzle your face deeper into the softness that smells of glaze lilies and a musk that is uniquely Zhongli, before slowly peeling your eyes open as the feeling of a forked tongue flicking out to lick your cheek forces you into consciousness.
A sleepy giggle bubbles up in your chest, and you raise your hand to stroke the long length of Zhongli's snout. He lets out a deep rumble, shifting in his sleep to wrap his large body tighter around you. You can feel the hard scales of his belly pressing into your back, his thick tail wrapping around your legs. His large, dragon form is curled protectively around you, the soft fur of his tail resting across your face like a blanket. The glowing markings adorning his body pulse in time with his breaths, casting a golden light on the surrounding area.
You smile at the sight, still amazed that this beautiful, powerful creature was yours. You continue petting the length of his snout, trailing your fingers along the hard ridges between his golden eyes. He stirs slightly, his deep breathing stopping, before his large eyelids flutter open to reveal molten pools of liquid gold. They focus on you, and Zhongli releases a purr of satisfaction. He moves his large head closer to you, the tip of his muzzle nuzzling against your own face, before he places a gentle lick to the tip of your nose. The action causes a fit of giggles, and you wrap your arms around his snout, holding it to you. His eyes crinkle with mirth, and you feel him chuckle.
"Good morning, 亲爱的." his deep, velvety voice whispers, his breath ruffling your hair, the strands dancing with movement. You close your eyes and hum happily, contentment filling your soul.
"Good morning, Li.." you reply softly. You release his muzzle, and he pulls back, a small puff of air blowing from his nostrils as he sighs. His head moves down to nudge your neck, before his muzzle comes to rest underneath your chin, his enormous horns framing either side of your face. You run your hands through his mane, reveling in the silky texture and the vibrations of his purrs.
The sun's rays start to filter in through the opening of the cave you reside in, the light reflecting off of his scales and painting the walls in a kaleidoscope of colors. You watch them dance along the stone, and Zhongli lifts his head, watching the light. You take the opportunity to sit up, leaning against his side and running your fingers along the ridges along his spine. The muscles in his body ripple, and you can feel the low rumble of his purrs through the stone. A deep chuckle resonates from his throat, and you feel the muscles flex as he rolls onto his back, exposing his soft underbelly. A grin splits your face, and you quickly take the invitation, sliding down to curl into his warm body. You lay your head on his chest, listening to the strong, steady beating of his heart, the sound like a soothing lullaby. Your fingers absentmindedly stroke the soft fur of his belly, the movement relaxing. His large wing wraps around you, creating a warm cocoon. His long tail moves to lay across your back, and you reach up to wrap your hands around the tuft of fur at the end.
"It seems the sun has decided to make an appearance," Zhongli comments, his voice reverberating through his chest, "Perhaps we should greet the day?"
You groan, snuggling deeper into his body. He laughs, the movement jostling you, and his large paw comes to rest on your shoulder, pulling you closer. His muzzle nudges your hair, and he inhales deeply, humming at the scent.
"Or perhaps we can stay here for a while longer.." he murmurs, his voice a deep rumble. He presses his head into the crook of your neck, his warm breaths caressing your skin. You nod in agreement, your eyes slipping shut as sleep claims you once more.
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WHEN HE EATS YOU OUT FIRST THING IN THE MORNING...
ft. diluc, itto, kaeya, thoma, zhongli (x f!reader)
warnings: nsfw. mdni. somnophilia (itto, zhongli). mention: piss (thoma).
⋆｡°✩ DILUC —
rouses you with sweet, loving kisses on your shoulder. your eyes are still closed when a sleepy smile spreads across your face. you stretch, looping your arm around the back of diluc's neck, his soft, crimson hair tickling your sensitive skin. he traces his fingers down along the inside of your arm towards your chest, making you giggle with his titillating touch. you can hear his smirk when he hums next to your ear, his voice deep and heavy with the weight of sleep. "good morning, beautiful," he drawls. "mm~good morning, my love," you reply. his wandering hand reaches your breast, earning himself one of your sighs when your nipple is carded between his calloused fingers, gently squeezing your soft flesh. he moves to roll you onto your back as he lowers himself between your legs, taking your other nipple inside his scorching mouth before leaving a trail of kisses along your naked belly. you relax, your eyes sliding closed and your pretty fingers finding purchase in his messy hair as he blazes a path all the way down to your core. he kisses his way around your dewy lips before teasing your clit with kitten licks. your fingers curl in his wild mane when his dainty tongue strokes quicken, flicking with increasing fury as he begins to drag his leaking cock against the sheets beneath him, staining them with his precum.
⋆｡°✩ ITTO —
you awake to the unmistakable poke of your beloved oni's morning wood against your naked thigh. your head is on his barrel of a chest, your leg propped over his. he doesn't even know though bc he's still out cold. some of his cum is still leaking out of you from a few hours ago, but with the way he turns you out, you're ready for more. he's a hard sleeper though. you know the traditional methods of trying to wake someone up are not going to work with him, but you go through the motions anyway just so you can say you did. dragging your fingers up and down his huge arm, running your fingers through his thick, white hair, kissing his sexy neck, squeezing his horns, whispering sugary sweet and naughty things in his ear...nothing works. it's time to get creative. you know how much he loves it when you sit on his face so you get to your knees and position your thighs on either side of his head. you dip your finger inside your wet pussy and smear your slick on his lips. finally he grunts and you have to fight back the laughter when he starts sniffing the air. "itto?" he hums, but doesn't open his eyes. "itto, baby..." you coo, "i brought you breakfast in bed." after a dramatic yawn, he takes a deep breath through his nose again, smiles, and in his deep morning voice he says, "mmm...smells delicious, babe." he wraps his big hands around your thighs and pulls them further apart for him. "i'm fucking famished," he growls, latching onto your clit. soon his hands are cupping your ass cheeks, guiding you back and forth, making you ride his face, his tongue deep inside your cunt as his nose nudges your tight bundle of nerves, wearing you down like a feed bag. he's a sloppy eater but you're not complaining. the way he opens his mouth wide and sucks your whole pussy while dipping his tongue into your semen-flavored hole has your eyes crossing.
⋆｡°✩ KAEYA —
our cryo casanova is a goddamn superfreak. you're both still hazy with sleep when he gets on his knees behind you. he hooks his hands around your hips and pulls your ass up in the air until you're presenting for him. your arms are still hugging the pillow that your head rests on as he leans over your body, his arms caging you in from above when you feel his hard cock slap your clit a few times. "keep your ass in the air for me, lover." his sultry voice has an edge to it that you'll only hear right after he's risen, and it goes straight to your needy core. "i wanna taste you before i ruin you for the day." you shiver as his cool lips travel down your spine. he massages your soft ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading them, forcing them apart to expose your winking pussy. "kaeya...baby..." you're pushing your ass higher into the air, back arching, hips rocking, practically begging to feel his tongue, his lips, his anything. finally, you feel the tickle of his hair on your skin, then the merciful drag of his tongue over your dripping slit. you moan loudly into your pillow, gritting your teeth as kaeya flicks his silver tongue over your pink bud a few times before sucking it in hard, pulsing his tongue against it like he's trying to drink you down to the last drop. but he settles for just a taste before he's back on his knees, straddling the backs of your thighs to sink his purple, weeping tip inside you.
⋆｡°✩ THOMA —
THIS SWEET BOI IS A PLEASURE DOM FIGHT ME. you basically wake up making out with this boy. one of your hands is playing with his dark pink nipple while the other is wrapped around his pretty cock, stroking him slowly against your precum-coated thigh. he hasn't even taken his morning piss yet when you start to lower yourself to taste the sticky, salty essence of his cock. but this pyro-wielding waifu stops you, kisses you, his hand framing your ear before gently pushing you back down on the bed. "let me take care of you first, milady..." you're so weak for this precious pussy-pleasing boy you go along with every word he says. "your pussy always tastes so good in the morning..." the word pussy sounds naughtier when it rides on thoma's sweet, innocent morning voice. his fingers drag their way along the column of your neck, down between your cleavage, all the way to your pretty kitty where he spreads your pink petals apart. his soft lips ghost over your hard pearl, your back arching off the bed when you grab a fistful of his blond hair, feeling his hot breath when he whimpers quietly against your clit.
⋆｡°✩ ZHONGLI —
almost always wakes before you. this morning is no exception. his erection is full, tenting his silk pajama pants as he pulls up behind you. he doesn't want to disturb your slumber; he knows how tired you've been lately what with planning the wedding and all. by the same token, however, he can smell your sex. you must be ovulating, he correctly deduces. your earthy scent is so full-bodied he can taste it on the back of his tongue and my me, he thinks, is it delectable. before he's even decided what to do, his hand moves on its own. he slips his golden hand beneath the thin waistband of your undergarments, dipping his graceful middle finger between your moist folds. you shift a little, but he removes his hand, bringing it to his mouth to taste you. he wraps his lips around his finger and sucks, tongue swirling around his digit to collect as much of your flavor as he can. warm precum leaks from his cock as he moans lowly around his own finger. it nearly drives him to madness and he can't help himself. well, he could, but he's willing to suffer the consequences in exchange for devouring the delicacy that's hiding between your legs. your eyes flutter open to find yourself on your back, your legs spread, zhongli's hair tickling your inner thighs and his long, radiant fingers curling inside you, glowing and fucking your gushy walls as amber eyes burn into yours through his long bangs. his flattened tongue drags over your swollen clit in quick pulses while he basks in your sobs of just how good he feels to you. "fuck, zhongli~~hmnn~~yeah, eat my pussy just like that..." girl, when the geo daddy moans with a mouthful of your pussy, the vibration of his deep voice on your clit hits the richter scale and you come crumbling into his hot mouth.
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G.I Incorrect Quotes#93 Beautiful-
Childe: Wow, the stars are beautiful tonight!~
Zhongli: Yeah, they are
Childe: You know who else is beautiful?
Zhongli: Y/n?
Childe: Exactly
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On The Topic of Dragon Hoards...
Zhongli, no matter how convincingly he may wear his human disguise, is and always has been a dragon at heart.
And he, like most dragons, has a tendency to hoard things.
It's easy not to notice right away, since he tends to keep his belongings tucked away, but once you take note, it's hard to stop seeing them.
Primarily, it's sentimental items, things that have been made for him or gifted to him by those he loves, but once you two have been together a while, you notice that he is definitely giving your gifts preferential treatment.
If you were to look carefully, you'd notice that he's carefully preserved everything you've given him, from letters to meaningless little trinkets, even a scrap piece of paper you drew a diagram on to help get a point across over lunch.
A dragon will hoard things that they deem to be precious and valuable - in this case, the items are all extraordinarily memorable to Zhongli, tied in with the stories of those he cares about. Over time, he adds more and more items relating to you, it's a little sweet, really.
However, if you were to ask Zhongli what the most valuable item in his hoard is, he'll give you a warm, fanged smile and say something along the lines of "Why, it's you, of course, my dear."
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Oracle!Reader Part 14
Masterlist - Part 1, Part 13, Part 15
Warning as usual. There is blood and gore in this chapter!
Staring up at the Archon parading around in human form, you lick your lips and note how even those minor injuries were healed. Your body aches with phantom pain, some wounds healed too rapidly.
"I don't mind answering some questions, can I get your name first?"
A small smile plays at his lips as his hand is held out in front of you. "My name is Zhongli, I'm the Funeral Parlors consultant. It would be a pleasure to hear yours, outlander."
So he is aware of your origin, well at least partly aware. If he's not going to pull any punches then why should you? Besides if it all goes wrong, you can blame it on the bloodloss that you're still recovering from.
"I'm Y/N, and you're correct that I do not originate from this world. You must not be a normal person either, in fact you look identical to this statue. This one portrays Morax the Geo Archon, but I'm sure you know that, Rex Lapis."
Getting a good look at the statue from your proximity, it was obvious that Zhongli was Morax. You could make the excuse of it being game logic on why no one makes the connection, but that wouldn't work anymore. Maybe the statues are imbued with power that prevents anyone from this world to recognize the similarities?
"So it seems you are more knowledgeable than the traveler was when they arrived here. I should have known considering how the Electro and Geo particles surround you with zeal. Perhaps Teyvat is charmed by the features you share with the Holy One."
His step forward and angled head to look you in the eyes have you staring at glowing amber hues. The red eyeliner and outlined iris make it uncomfortably clear how intensely he's examining you.
"The curve of your lips, a stature so familiar, you resemble the creator so much. Teyvat must be bewitched and awed by an individual so alike as you. If only I could see your face in it's full visage, only then would I know for sure..."
Anyone would feel flattered or embarrassed with how seriously Zhongli studies you, but dread is the only thing you feel. You know that behind those honey-coated words is a trap just waiting for you to spring.
Too bad for him; the last thing you plan to be is predictable.
"My, my what a compliment! A devout and faithful follower like yourself is comparing me to the creator? You should pray for forgiveness to the merciful creator. I'm a servant for them, just in a different league than you. My connection with them is strong enough that Teyvat graces me with qualities alike yet inferior to the Everlasting One."
Zhongli returned to his perfect posture at your words, the flash of envy couldn't hide. "Oh?" Narrowed eyes and a lofty tone that encourages you to smile wider. "And what position could an outsider like you hold?"
"Well, as an Oracle of course! Really, just how dumb are you? An outlander that is incredibly knowledgeable of the Creator? It's painfully obvious." There's no reaction to your test insults, which is fine that wasn't the last you had in store.
"I'm from the world that the Creator is recuperating in. It's due to that, that I can speak to them much more freely than everyone here. Even Teyvat pales in comparison. That's why Teyvat is so attached to me, my aura is overwhelmed by the creators."
Honestly, you had Chongyun to thank for that one. You weren't sure how you were supposed to explain the whole Teyvat clinging to you without sounding repetitive. But if Zhongli was that easily fooled, he wouldn't be one of the victors of the Archon war.
"Then enlighten me on why the glorious creator would need an Oracle of your caliber to spread their word. Surely that's the least you can do." He's fully dropped that faux-polite tone in contrast to the technically proper speech.
"Gladly! It's become common knowledge that the elemental monsters and animals have started to act strangely. Add in the leylines that change from out of control to perfectly calm in a matter of minutes or weeks. These are all signs of the Creator's upcoming appearance! They need to be sure of who in this vast land they can properly trust."
"That still doesn't explain why you in particular were chosen. A wily and fresh child like you wouldn't do the best job." Hard like stone, Zhongli refused to even blink at your words. A god like himself would never falter after thousands of years spent perfecting his worship.
But did he really have to insult you at the same time?
"So you refuse to believe it because of my supposed inability to properly carry out any duties assigned to me? You don't even know all that I had done to arrive here! Surely you should know just how rough the waters were..."
The hand that covers your mouth does a poor job of covering the sly smile. Zhongli stares at you in silence, the wind swaying around the floating chunk of rock that you both stand on.
"Just what are you trying to imply?" His voice is as soft as a whisper but cutting like the sharpest steel.
"Why explain it when I can show it?" Silently rejoicing at such a convenient set up, you peer into your bag and grab the item you've been saving.
Shimmering brightly in the harsh glares of the sun is Beisht's scale, still in pristine condition despite your perilous journey since that day you got it from the sea-leviathan.
It feels like ages ago. Just how much time has passed since you arrived on Teyvat? How much more time will you spend in situations like this? Weeks? Months? YEARS?
The existential dread is quickly pushed away by your beaming smile at Zhongli's reaction to the singular item. The rocky exterior finally breaks at the proof of your 'abilities'. His lips part at the bright teal color and he blinks incredulously at it.
Really, how could you pass up the chance to rub it in?
"Surely a human of my caliber would be capable of this much. I mean, a perfectly intact scale from a leviathan that managed to avoid the whole Qixing that isn't dyed in blood? Child's play for a servant specifically chosen by the Creator. I never doubted the creators' choices!"
Holding the scale in front of you, you smirk at the man with as much snark as you hold in your heart. "The same can't be said for you, Mr. 'That still doesn't explain why you in particular were chosen.' Because the Creator is capable of choosing anyone they want, for whatever reason they desire."
Silence envelopes the area as you stare at him, a beat passes with no movement until a gruff chuckle leaves him.
"The more you speak, the closer I come to a conclusion." Recovering quickly, Zhongli's gloved hand rises to tap his mouth contemplatively. "You're either something far worse than I've seen in a long time, or a hope for the Creator's return."
That white outline around his iris seems to spin with the malicious joy that he refuses to show. It's like his body screams that he'll either enjoy your presence or your destruction. Nerves and anxiety grip your heart but ignoring it has always worked better for you.
"Maybe I can say the same thing about you considering your past, but I see you still aren't convinced. And how could I ever let you, one of the longest standing worshippers, have doubts about me? So tell me, were Beisht and her husband devout or sacrilegious beings?"
The answer he'll say is obvious, not only because you hold such a confident stance showing that you know the answer but because of Zhongli himself. A noble dragon that willingly bows to someone would feel ashamed at the thought of resorting to lying to boost his own pride.
Quite ironic how you hold so much trust in his answer due to the acolytes' faith in the creator. The same faith that led you to this position, and the same thing that'll keep you from ever exposing the truth of your identity. A constant force preventing them from meeting their 'beloved' creator.
"You met Beisht in the flesh, there's no doubt that she is solemn and serious in her worship. The same can be said for Osial, it was one of the few things I could agree with the leviathan. Even still, I'm the superior believer. After all, I'm the one who is left after all this time."
"Yet I met Beisht before you."
The scoff and know-it-all tone he used pricked at your nerves long enough to cause an annoyed response to slip out. Unfortunately, that seems to be what Zhongli was baiting for as he laughs, the low sound making the rock platform tremble.
"That's if you're even an Oracle. You may be from that world and even heard about Teyvat from the Creator, but for all I know, you could have been banished here for us acolytes to execute. Whether it be for avenging the Creator or entertaining them."
Damn, it was almost scary how fast he turned the situation around. But how could you falter now? Getting tongue-tied at such a crucial moment would be a pathetic way to lose your life.
"And what will you do if I truly am an Oracle? When the creator's return is delayed months, years or even decades due to your rash actions, what will you tell the creator when confronted with the consequences of your own actions?"
"Then you should work hard enough to prove to skeptics like myself. To put blind faith in whatever is dubbed the creator's is a fool's belief. Temptation and sin ravage Teyvat from the long drought of the Creator's presence."
For a split second, sorrow clouded his eyes. He's hiding something. It’s important and you can feel it in your soul. The only thing that really stains his and Venti's reputation is their war with Khaenri'ah. It must be connected to that.
But it's too early to try digging in for information on that. He doesn't even believe you to be the Oracle, how could you possibly get that out of him? What if he's under a contract and must stay silent on the matter?
Lost in his memories, Zhongli doesn't realize how your face pinches in frustration. You'll have to get his approval as the Oracle before you can even-
Oh.
Oh, why didn't you realize this before?
A grin spreads across your face as you circle in on the heart of the problem and the perfect way to fix it.
It's not that Zhongli doesn't believe you to be the creator's Oracle, he just doesn't want to believe it! He's envious: envious of why a random outlander like you got such a nice position in comparison to him who probably spent most of his life molding himself to the creators standards.
All that's left is to reel him in and you know the perfect way how.
"Prove myself? I've done plenty to prove myself, but what about you?" Mockingly, you tilt your head as your empty gaze peers into Zhongli's eyes, digging deep into him. He focuses back on the conversation at your shift in tone.
"If anyone should have to prove themselves, it should be you." This time it's you who takes the bold step forward. "Let's start at the beginning, shall we? And try to keep in that temper too so that I can finish my words. A dragon your age should know such simple things."
"As Morax you were quite powerful, though a brute to be completely honest. Still, you knew your limits well and paired up with the Lord of Dust before the Archon War, who served as the 'brain'. Tell me, just how did it feel when you found her as nothing more than a statue that day?"
Your words have a strong effect on the imposing man, his fist trembling at the mention of such a beloved god, one whose death still pains him. Paying no mind to his pain you ask the monumental question.
"Just how much resentment do you hold against the Creator for her death?"
A hand slams you against the Statue hard enough to bruise your skin. It doesn't squeeze around your throat but there's no need to as the Geo begins to petrify your legs, locking you in place. The Statue is in a constant state of healing in defense to the bruises on your neck.
"Just what are you trying to imply by saying that?" Cold and apathetic is the voice that flows from the stoic man. It's what you would imagine Morax would sound like before Guizhong taught him how to care for humans.
"C'mon, that's the second time you've asked me that. Don't make me speak the obvious-" A shuddering gasp leaves you as he tightens his grip. But it's gone just as fast; a flock of birds tackle Zhongli.
You can only watch in shock as what was only 4 to 5 birds grow to become at least 15 birds of all kinds attacking him. The throbbing of your neck being healed as the Geo instantly releases you is overshadowed by Zhongli swatting at the birds as he takes continuous steps back.
But that's all it took for Zhongli to fall off the edge as the birds flew away cawing happily. Standing and staring at the spot where Zhongli fell off in shock, you begin to chuckle. It grows to a giggle before you're laughing hysterically as you buckle to the ground. Loud peels of laughter ring around the area as you hold your stomach from the ache of laughing so much.
To think Teyvat took the initiative to help you out for once. Why couldn't it do it sooner? Was it only after gaining some power from activating a new nations statue of the seven that it could? You couldn't focus on the question anymore as the look on Zhongli's face when he fell came to mind again.
The sight of his eyes blown wide and a split second of pure panic sent you straight back into a fit of laughter. The ground far below you shakes as a Geo pillar constructs a bridge high enough to reach the stone you sat on.
The sound of footsteps make you open your eyes and giggle at the sight of a disheveled and annoyed Zhongli. Annoyed is still an improvement compared to his enraged state earlier. With giggles slipping out, you stand back up and laugh louder at his appearance in full view.
His hair was pulled out of his rattail with his earrings nowhere to be seen. Bits and pieces of the weaker cloth of his suit were missing, giving him a poor look that didn't match his flawless posture. The red marks and light cuts only added to the joy you feel at his expense.
"Are you finished laughing, Y/N?"
"For now at least. I would suggest buying a new set of clothes but I don't think you have the mora for it!" Zhongli only lets out a long-suffering sigh as you crack up again.
You would be scolding yourself for not taking the chance to escape while he was away but it was better this way. You didn't need the information about Khaenri'ah, it was nice to know but the information wouldn't help you live.
The main reason you stayed was because running away would prove Zhongli right to be suspicious about you. It would let him know that you're scared and have something to hide. Plus, that would mean having to escape Liyue the same way you did Ei, just in a worse situation.
That's not something you want to repeat.
"Alright I'm done laughing." You say while wiping off the budding tears from the corner of your eyes. Zhongli sends you a look that screams that he doesn't believe you but you shrug it off.
"Really, that question was more of a test if you will. My main job is simply to see who the Creator can trust. Your relationship with the Creator beyond that is between you and them."
The calm and peaceful tone you use is such a contrast to the one you used earlier that Zhongli is clearly apprehensive. Paying it no mind you continue to speak.
"If you truly want a reason to at least try and believe me to be the oracle even if you don't fully believe me, then I'll give you one. I'm sure you still have the stone dumbbell from Guizhong that you've never been able to open. I know how to open it."
Those last words have Zhongli staring at you intensely as you gaze off into the distance. The Dragon-Queller tree is visible through the fog with its glowing blue branches and yellow leaves.
"How?" He breathes out, scared to trust but scared to lose this opportunity too.
"It requires a naturally grown glaze lily cultivated by the Creator. That's because it requires a 'pure' glaze lily and the only one who can grow such a thing at this day and age is the Creator. All the natural glaze lilies have died after all."
Zhongli's shoulders slump at your words. It seems he started to let his guard down after he fell off. He must no longer view you as a threat or, at most, an annoyance. That's okay with you, underestimation is the most useful viewpoint they could have for you.
"Should I even make an attempt to ask you why it can only be unlocked with that? You're only telling me this as a last resort to keep you alive, correct? Even if I told you that I would keep you alive without that information, you wouldn't believe me. As childish as you may be, foolishness does not seem to be a quality you hold."
"That may be true, but if you really want an answer to that first question then I'll tell you." You look over to lock eyes with him and smile. It conceals every sneaky and vicious thought you hold. "I have no clue. The Creator instructed me to use it as a last resort, if you want that answer then try praying. Perhaps you'll get an answer."
You would like to know the answer to the stone dumbbell too. After all, you only made up the solution! Seeing as Zhongli spent all these years after Guizhong's death, failing to unlock it, it's a good bet that it'll never open.
It's silent as you both get lost in your own thoughts. Unlike before it wasn't tense, it was more comparable to the silence you would spend alone in your apartment. The nights you would only be accompanied by the thoughts of the 'what-if' situations. Thoughts that would only stay thoughts just as the past would be just that, the past.
Wanderer learned that the hard way too. You wouldn't let yourself hold so many regrets before your inevitable death. Even in Liyue you weren't truly safe, so wouldn't it be best to speak to Zhongli while you still could?
"I have questions about Khaenri'ah… Well, the better way to put it is that the Creator has questions about them. It's one of the few things that they mourn the most. A whole nation devoted to worshiping solely the creator, destroyed by the Archons that swore their life and loyalty to the creator. So will you explain it to me?"
His eyes fill with the same sorrow you saw in him earlier. It seems you were right in guessing that his line on blindly trusting things labeled with the creator was connected to Khaenri'ah.
"I have spent all my years after that day asking for forgiveness, for some way to atone. It was one of the few contracts that I did not properly balance in equivalent exchange. I regret signing it, not for myself but for my beloved God."
"So it's a no."
"It's an agreement not to speak of it."
"Then don't speak about it." Zhongli seeds you a questioning glance as you mischievously smile at him. "Just listen to my words and don't look away. I'm quite sure nodding and shaking your head doesn't count as breaking your silence."
A huff of amusement leaves him at your solution. His eyes close with his lips curling into a small smile. He nods his head in acceptance, not having the drive to poke holes into your stubbornness.
You were quite confident in the conclusions you've drawn so far. Genshin Impact was nearly the sole reason you were living back on Earth. Family and friends were nonexistent, you had given up hope on making any new connections as well. The only thing you did when you weren't home was work and your work made you be everything but yourself. So combining everything you know from the game with everything of the cult that you've learned thus far shouldn't be too hard.
"When the Archon War broke out, I'm sure most of you were merely looking to keep your people and nation alive. The original design of having the gods powered solely on their people's worship paled in comparison to Celestia's offer of power by obtaining a spot in a group of seven. At the end, you all had a choice. Accept your spot by accepting a Gnosis, or go against them similar to how the Dragon King once did."
Zhongli perks up at the mention of the Dragon King. Not many people know about the original Dragon King. Most people assume it's Azhdaha when in reality, the original was a far greater dragon.
"You all must have been quite against it. The only God you would all bow under would be the Creator who had left before those events to sleep in my world, yet Celestia probably whispered to you all that it was allowed on Teyvat because it was approved by the Creator. That the Gnosis was a reward for all your hard work and as Celestia was the first descender, all of you accepted it.”
The way he begins to stare at you is invasive, like he's just dying to jump you to get every bit of knowledge you hold on the topic. He's starting to suspect you.
"Yet when Khaenri'ah was revealed to exist years afterwards, everything was thrown into confusion. I'm sure you and the other Archons were fine with their presence as Khaenri'ah worshiped the Creator, but was Celestia?"
A sly smile creeps upon your face at the memory of when it was revealed that Khaenri'ah wasn't the first civilization to be turned into hilichurls. No one liked Celestia so you had no problem pinning almost all the blame onto it.
"I'm sure they were enraged, especially as Khaenri'ah grew more and more bold with their inventions. Gold in particular was quite dangerous seeing as she not only created life but also Durin and the Golden Wolflord. And even that was unintentional!"
You laugh cheerfully as Zhongli chuckles in surprise at your words. Had you successfully deterred him? Probably not, but he hasn't stopped you so you'll keep going till the end.
"Celestia ordered you all to aid them in destroying Khaenri'ah but you all refused. How could any of you harm a nation so devoted to the creator even if they refused to worship Celestia or the Seven? But that Gnosis you all accepted comes with a price. A price that serves as leverage and a control device."
The thoughts of what Beisht told you on how Celestia had caused them to forget the original way of worship resurfaced. Celestia was just too suspicious for that to be the only thing they had done. It would take a lot more than that to force the Archons to listen to them.
"That Gnosis was like a drug. It gave you all so much power, tasting and making you feel like you're on top of the world! Just for it to come crashing down when the unpleasant side effects hit you. It corrupted you all like poison forcing you to wage war against Khaenri'ah. My best bet is that it was like mind control. What do you say?"
He looks at you with a blank expression, as if trying to see the secrets you hid in your soul through your eyes. But there's no response from him, not even the occasional nods that he was giving before.
"Well if it was mind control, perhaps it made you believe that Khaenri'ah had plans to overrule the Creator and create their own human god. Or maybe it made them out to be traitors to the creator. Perhaps both? That doesn't really matter, what does matter is that only after the war was in full throttle were you all brought back to your senses."
You didn't have any proof of that last part, it just seemed like something Celestia would do. Not only to prove their superiority but also force the Archons to put their best effort in defeating the people of Khaenri'ah to save their nations.
"After the war ended, you all wanted to get rid of it but Celestia wouldn't allow such a thing. Even if you most likely tried to find some loophole, Celestia doesn't play nice. It would make sense if they threatened to give a punishment similar to what they had done to Khaenri'ah. So long as none of you destroy or throw it away, they'll leave you all be,”
Venti was a god, no matter what fans said, there was no way he would lose to Signora. It made more sense if that was his way of 'handing' it over to the Tsaritsa. There was also Nahida who threatened to break her Gnosis to one-up Dottore. That was always funny, you would kill to have witnessed that in person.
"Of course none of you would actually use it or even desire it in your vicinity. Everyone wins when the Tsaritsa uses her various methods to acquire the gnosis'. And thanks to the traveler appearing during that time, Celestia was probably too busy freaking out over that to pay too much attention. For a while at least."
Finally looking back to Zhongli, you smiled proudly. "I must be pretty close right? At no point did you laugh at me like you did with Alice so I'll take that as a good sign. And even if I'm wrong, everything will be solved when the Creator descends."
Stretching to loosen the tension in your back, you applaud yourself for the brilliant thinking. It's not like anyone can actually fake gold blood for long when even hair dye didn't exist yet. You're basically leaving all these loose ends to the you that would be believed to be the Creator. Which is never going to happen!
"Would the Creator scorn me for asking you once again if you're truly an oracle?"
"I'm sure the glorious creator would be fully justified in doing so, but I'll scorn you in their stead.. And don't get it twisted, it's not because of your feelings concerning Guizhong's death. It's how you, by your own negligence, offended the Creator!"
An utterly baffled expression paints his face at your accusation. Unrelenting, you point your finger at him with a serious face that you haven't shown him till now.
"Did you really believe that the creator wouldn't realize? Just how little you changed from that brute of a dragon that saw humans as plentiful yet insignificant as dust? To think that you believed yourself to be comparable to the primordial dragons."
Zhongli stiffens at the mention of the primordial dragons. After all he is the prime of the Adepti who's exuvia is a dragon, not a primordial dragon. Wouldn't it be fun if he held some sense of inferiority when compared to the primordial ones?
Zhongli sits on the ledge of the rock with his elbows on his legs and his hands covering his face. It was time. He would question just what you were talking about and you'll explain the elemental sacrificing that he forgot. That'll be the end and he'll have no choice but to support you!
Smiling knowingly you approach him and lean down to see behind the shadow casting over his eyes. Your eyes twinkle victoriously as his breath leaves a cloud from the crisp air.
"I should have known that the creator would not forgive me for failing to arrive on time."
What?
"How could I have been beaten to that shooting star by that astrologist? No matter who may have been her master, I failed to arrive on time."
Zhongli sulks there as he continues rambling to himself on 'missing' the shooting star due to his old age. Was he seriously talking about how you lost him the first time to Mona?!
Memories come back of you using the last of your wishes on his banner and being greeted with Mona instead. The first 50/50 you lost and was forced to use nearly all your primogems to get him. A fact that you never let Zhongli forget through your adventures.
Just what would he do if he knew how you always switched to a different character whenever his idle starts to play? Would he sew his lips together in repentance? That must be the difference between a true believer and a fake believer...
Holding back a sigh you begin brainstorming on how you were supposed to bring the conversation back to the sacrificing. Zhongli is too lost in his own head as he begins to continuously blame himself for any mistake he could have made.
"Being unable to answer the travelers' questions must have worsened their view on me too."
"That and how you were willing to let Liyue flood if they couldn't defeat Osial."
"Human life may be precious but they're as numerous as the dust that make up stone. I would rebuild Liyue for the rest of this long life until I cultivate a nation that I could humbly present the creator with."
"Then shouldn't the creator just grind you down and raise a different Adepti to their exact liking? You should work hard to be exactly what they desire to be truly loved."
"Are you saying that the Creator loathes me?" He finally looks away from the sea of clouds to stare at you. Sparing him a glance, you listen to him grow more panicked by your silence.
"Do they wish to see me crumble and be reabsorbed into the earth for my mistakes, for my sins? Was it the way I mechanically went through the motions of worship for the few years after Guizhong's death? Or does my benevolent god crave me and my nation to fall for aiding in the destruction of Kh-?"
Abruptly Zhongli grasps at his chest where his heart lays as he coughs. More out of politeness than concern you rub his back as fluid flies from his lips to his closed fist.
The thick inky plum colored fluid stained his fist with droplets of crimson swirling within it. His coughing fit slows to a halt as his hand slowly releases the clothing over his heart. Harsh breathing and a shallow pained groan is all that can be heard as he cleans himself up.
“Pardon me-”
“Was that a warning from Celestia or a side effect if you get too close to speaking?"
"The implication is the same no matter what it may be from." He whispers as you begin to move back to return his personal space. Yet his now ungloved hand is what wraps around your grass stained sleeve.
"Now answer my question." Determination and a barely concealed unruly emotion simmer beneath his composed surface as he asks. "As an oracle, tell me what I have to do to earn their forgiveness. What must I reap to begin repenting for the sins I sowed?"
Eyes widening at the sight of the disheveled man, you stare at him quietly. The messy hair, cut up clothing and grip tight enough to keep you still all while being careful not to bruise.
Hook, line and sinker.
"Is that a question for me to answer? Am I the god that you wronged? If you wish to communicate with the creator yourself, then there is a way. A method to begin regaining the pebbles that make up the mountain of trust you once shared with them."
You grab the arm that connects to his hand wrapped around your own and pull him up. He obeys the silent command and stands up, his gaze never faltering from your form. Silent and towering like the mountains he's created, he simply listens.
"Celestia has hidden more from you than you originally thought. But I'm sure you already know that. Offer yourself to the merciful creator and they'll surely hear your pleas of forgiveness. Whether they forgive you or not is up to them."
Releasing your hold on him, you turn to survey the area. Now where could you have him perform the sacrifice? His free hand comes to rest on your shoulder for your attention.
"What must I offer of myself? My blood? My body? If need be, I'll even be willing to offer my life. My life is worthless without them. I'm nothing more than a grain of mineral if not for them."
"There's so many things you can offer, but if you want to make the most impact, then you'll offer up your body parts. Your life may be precious but just how much longer do you have left?"
"Then will the private temple I have built for them work? We can head there immediately." He points south to the sole unnamed mountain in Minlin. You vividly remember unlocking the teleport waypoint there.
"The only way I'll know is when I see the interior. I'll meet you there Zhongli!"
Pulling yourself away from his grasp, you close your eyes and calmly imagine what the scenery around the waypoint looks like. The rocky feel of the floating stone changes to a lush green beneath your feet. Opening your eyes you're greeted with a valley of viridescent brustles with degraded stone ruins at the edges.
"To think that the Creator even allowed you access to the waypoints. They must treasure you greatly." He appears at your side in a matter of minutes. His tone has a hint of longing and bitterness.
It's sweet like the flavor of a childhood candy that you would sneak behind your parents backs. Almost sweet enough to make up for the starvation you would face later on as punishment.
"Instead of focusing on that, why don't you show me that private temple you created? As the Geo Archon, I hold high expectations for you."
"This temple is the one I created for me. If you want the glamorous shrine built for the mass and appearance then you're better off viewing the public one that the Qixing now control."
He walks down the hill until the grass is tall enough to cover his calves. You follow behind him and stare blankly at the plain that is covered with a healthy amount of tall marigolds. Just as you're about to repeat the question, the earth begins to rumble.
It starts with just one stone rising from the ground, until it multiplies into a roof like structure. You watch in awe as a temple surges out of the mountain with the slightest bits of dirt falling off it.
Stone of high quality and clearly careful upkeep shines with small cracks from the passage of time. Gold, silver, and bronze layer the nooks and crannies of the pillars that keep a roof over the doorway.
Marveling at it, you follow Zhongli into the temple... He couldn't kill you in it, right? Surely you could still teleport even if he locked you in it… Teleporting without using the map might not work due to the focus and effort it required, but doing it with the map has never failed you yet.
The inside was even more impressive; statues of all kinds surrounded the hallway. It was you, always you, just in different poses, clothing and materials. From thin robes crafted entirely from Cor Lapis, to suits made of Noctilucous Jade.
Arriving at what seemed to be the main room, you're greeted with a huge statue comparable to the public one in Inazuma's plaza. Sunlight bathed your statue from the skylight above it.
Your body was made of Cor Lapis decorated in an Archon-like robe made from Noctilucous Jade. A fresh Glaze Lily sat in your palm as Silk Flowers adorned your head in a crown like structure. You sat on a blue stone throne that seemed to grow brighter as you approached it. The sleek yet dense mineral looked like the magical crystal chunks you would give to the blacksmiths.
"Be careful to not venture too close to that one, the elemental energy may leave it to join you." Zhongli warns as he steps into the middle of the room. Smiling casually to hide your amazement, you head back to him.
"What an impressive statue, the Creator is feeling quite pleased with the display but still wishes to see your true remorse." Digging into your bag, you brought out the ceremonial knife and the handbook you took notes on.
"Go get the softest cloth and lay it on the ground. This ritual is simple, you'll cut off whatever part of your body you wish to offer, pray, and wait for a response. If 10 to 20 minutes pass with no response, then you can leave it at that or offer more in hopes of a response."
Closing the book and shoving it back into your bag you offer the knife to Zhongli. He looks up from where he laid the gilded gold fabric to stare at the knife before letting out a drawl laugh.
"That knife will do little to my scales, Y/N. A ceremonial item is to be bathed in liquid gold to be used so I have more than enough weapons that can actually cut my skin."
Scoffing, you stuff the knife back in as he leaves and returns with a variety of weapons. The largest was an ax that smelled faintly of blood. Was it used to sacrifice someone not too long ago? The thought makes you uncomfortable, yet you're no longer alarmed at the thought.
My, have you changed.
You move to stand away from the center closer to the exit. Zhongli's bare hand turns to a pattern of black and amber hues. Shedding his thick coat, his flexed muscles in draconic form are left in full view.
If you were back on Earth, you would have killed to view this. An Archon’s skin was something the majority of the players wished for, for quite a while. Even now, you would love to see his true Archon form, but the thought of actually living was far more tantalizing.
Rolling up his sleeves, he chooses a sword and examines it carefully. Without fear he raises it high and slices downwards cutting his hand off cleanly. The ruby liquid sprays onto the floor as the droplets drip off his sword and dismembered limb simultaneously.
It doesn't matter how many times you witness or smell blood, it still disgusts you. The only blood you truly cherished in shedding was the one that left that man's body when you stabbed him in that cold alleyway.
His hand lands onto the expensive textile with a wet thud as the ivory bone sticks out. Zhongli lays the sword down gently resisting the urge to groan in pain. Gritting his teeth he returned his attention and gaze back to you. You, who stayed in perfect position ahead of him, clad in gems and minerals carved by his own hand.
Closing his eyes, his lips followed the adored pass time of praying with intensity. Too lost in his regret, joy, and infatuation his words slipped out clear like the perfectly carved jewels he’s crafted for you.
"My god, my god. For I have sinned against you so. The mistakes I cannot fix or change, I pray for your forgiveness." Your unmoving, unchangeable eyes stared at him with an expression so familiar to him, one who worshiped you in this temple for centuries.
"From allowing myself to be tricked, to the lack of devotion I felt to you in Guizhong's death and finally with how I treated a servant of yours with disdain. Envious, I am envious to an extent that I shouldn't hold to my righteous god like you. Even now I still haven't broken the habit of referring to you as 'my' god."
Once again, just like the first time, Teyvat seems to overwhelm you with his feelings. You stare at his back as his lips murmur the words of devotion without an end in sight. Silently, you accept his offering, this first one was only to put the last nail in the coffin of you being an oracle.
The sky darkens as Zhongli's hand crumbles into a pile of primogems that dissolve into the air. Blue and purple stars dance across the sky as a lone gold star makes its way closer.
You didn't plan to always accept his offerings. After all you did lose a 50/50 to him and was forced to put up with his paranoid possessiveness in regards to your creator self. Shouldn't you make him lose a few times to even the score?
The gold star shines brighter and bigger as Zhongli gazes at it with a smile purer than anything he's ever felt since his creation at your hands. It flies through the window enveloping him and the whole room with a beaming light.
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When his eyes open, the skylight shows the sunny sky but he can already feel his connection to you stronger. The brilliance you bore shines beautifully in him like a star he wished to keep hidden for only him to see.
It worked, it worked! There is no need for him to be wary or envious of you for claiming to be so close to the creator anymore. In fact, you were a sign specifically designed for someone like him. A sign that the creator had not grown complacent in simply watching Teyvat, you were now showing interest in coming back soon. And through you, he can find out details about the creator that were kept secret all these millennia.
A wide and joyful grin is bared with obsession tangling within it. He turns his head to where you stood and his smile drops abruptly when all he's greeted with is an empty spot.
He built this temple for him and the creator to enjoy in privacy due to his possessive nature born from his dragon lineage, yet the sight of Y/N who up and vanished after fulfilling their duty struck his core like the abyssal gunk that used to constantly corrupt his body.
You may have left, you may think that he wouldn't treat you, a fellow devoted servant well due to his earlier behavior. And he understands that, he truly does but that simply means he has to rectify his mistake before it's too late. You were a mere human while him, a god.
Finding you before any terrible consequences from his mistakes won't take too long.
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Unaware of the dragon's changing tune, you eye the Dragon-Queller tree from outside the temple with interest. After all the work you've done thus far, indulging yourself with a nice close up of the magnificent landmark would be a good treat for yourself.
This one took a while and it was edited by the same jerk. I really hope all the work was worth it and that the next part can be done faster. But as my college is starting this early Sep, it might be even longer.
Genshin's lore is a hot mess so I tried my best to keep it simple while touching on the important parts. All the lore I put in is almost completely accurate. If you don't include the sagau parts.
If your name is italic then that means I couldn't tag you. I manually put everyone so hopefully this fixes the notifications problems.
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WILDFLOWERS
REX X READER
You don’t know when you fell into the habit of bringing the Captain flowers, but now that you started you can’t seem to stop, not when he takes you in with such a soft look each time you do.
genre: fluff
word count: 1,300
a/n: This went a very different direction than I thought it was going to, but that’s okay! Rex deserves to be given flowers ♡
“Here, these are for you,” you say, shoving a small bundle towards Rex. Your hand shakes as you stretch it towards the man, and you hope the suddenness of your actions is enough to distract him from the uncontrollable movement.
He stares at you for just a moment, amber eyes blown wide in surprise, before he reaches for your outstretched hand. His calloused fingers brush against yours for a lingering moment before he allows them to settle there, your tremor persisting even as he holds you steady, but he doesn’t comment on it.
You forgot just how warm he is. The heat of his skin seeping into yours is more comfortable than should be possible and makes it difficult for you to focus on why you came to see him in the first place. Rex uncurls your fingers with a gentleness that, if you didn’t already know just how careful he could be with delicate things, might have been unexpected from a man of his position.
Rex holds the bundle close to get a better look at what you brought him, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips, eyes shining with a new warmth. You’re not sure if he realizes how easily his features slip into something so soft—the way everything he feels shows plainly on his face. It’s no wonder why he is a terrible liar.
Your stomach flips, and for just a moment you think the Resolute has fallen out of hyperspace. You wait for the blaring sound of alarms warning all onboard the starship of imminent danger, but it never comes. The ground stays stable beneath you.
Rex’s gaze returns to your own, the gentle light still shining in them as he takes you in.
“Thank you,” he murmurs, “They’re lovely.”
The interaction shouldn’t feel as embarrassing as it does. This isn’t the first time you brought the Captain of the 501st flowers, but somehow, every time, the exchange leaves your heart pounding. Maybe it’s the fact that you continue to seek out that gentle look the only way you know how that leaves you feeling so awkward. Gifting flowers is such a simple thing, and yet it feels almost too meaningful, too obvious.
You don’t know when you fell into the habit of bringing the Captain flowers, but now that you started you can’t seem to stop, not when he takes you in with such a soft look each time you do.
“Really? They’re not as pretty as some of the others,” you admit. You wring your hands together now that you’re no longer holding anything that you could use to keep yourself distracted.
The flowers aren’t very extravagant. They’re a pretty shade of blue, their tiny faces poking out between long, thin purple leaves. They’re wildflowers from the planet you just left, the little things sprouting up from hard earth around the bases of gnarled and twisted trees. The flowers you bring the trooper are always wildflowers. There hadn’t been much time to pick them while you were planetside, the evidence of your crunch for time visible along the bottom of each stem where you broke them from the rest of the plant, but you couldn’t help yourself. They were the perfect Five Oh One blue, and they reminded you of Rex.
Flowers always remind you of Rex.
“The color is nice,” the Captain offers, his words helping to soothe your nerves. They may not be as beautiful as some of the others, but he still likes them. Your hands still slightly, no longer needing to worry so much. Rex has never given you a real reason to worry, but still you do. You want him to like the flowers.
You want him to like you.
Rex steps back from the doorway and into his room. It’s small, the space barely large enough to fit his bed, a few shelves, and a desk; all of which is bolted to the walls, immovable in the face of hyperspace jumps and battle. Still, the space is his alone, which is more than most of the troopers can say for their sleeping arrangements.
You step into the spot Rex occupied moments before, not wanting to encroach on his space, but not yet ready to walk away. You watch from the doorway as he steps into the small refresher, carrying a metal cup that he “accidentally” took from the mess hall.
He returns moments later, the flowers placed inside the cup like they always are. He sets them on his desk, the only color in the room besides the fading blue paint on his armor.
They look out of place in the best sort of way. If he didn’t seem to genuinely like the flowers you wouldn’t keep bringing them to him, but even he smiles at the little plants as he sets them down.
Rex steps back towards you, warm eyes giving away a growing curiosity, his thoughts spinning with a question that won't go unasked for long.
“Why do you bring me flowers?” he gives voice to his confusion, not for the first time. He keeps his gaze on you, unyielding. Your hands find each other again, as if pulled together by some magnetic force, a clear and unfortunate sign of your anxious nature.
You take a moment to respond, trying desperately to find some sort of answer that you can give him that won’t also give away too much. Finally you settle on: “I don’t know?”
You speak slowly, as if even that weak response is too telling.
The first time he asked you that same question, you told him it was to liven up the place.
“I know the ship's quarters can be pretty bland,” you explained. Kamino, the Resolute, and the barracks on Coruscant are all blank, sterile, void of life despite the people who eat and sleep there. Everything had a purpose. A handful of wildflowers couldn’t do much to change that, but it was still something. The flowers meant more to Rex than you expected they would.
Really, that particular little bundle of yellow, pink, and white flowers had been plucked and given to the Captain as if on instinct, just as the bright orange flowers you gave him the time before had been.
Rex is always dependable and unwavering, constant despite the horrors he faces regularly. He is the exact opposite of you, with your fraying nerves that seem to get in the way of every aspect of your life except your job.
Now that you’ve gotten to know him better, to become friends with him, find some sort of stability in the midst of the storm that always seems to rage inside you, giving him flowers means so much more. It’s the only way you can think of to show him how much you care when your hands and your voice continue to fail you.
Rex gives you a pointed look, and you try your best to revise your answer. It takes you even longer this time to respond, but he waits patiently for you to find the words. And maybe that’s just it—Rex is strong and steady, he pushes but never blindsides. The Captain is genuine, and it draws you in more than you ever anticipated.
You’re too old for a crush to affect you so much.
“They make you happy,” you settle on. Quieter, you add, “I really like seeing you happy.”
He smiles again, wider this time. His teeth flash but the look he gives you is still soft. It’s as if he can hear the words you aren’t saying, the ones that would inform him of just how much he really means to you.
Just one look is enough to send your heart racing again.
He reaches out and takes your hands in his, forcing you to stop your nervous habit. His hands are warm again, how quickly you’ve forgotten.
“I like seeing you happy too.”
a/n: Not everyone can be super confident around their crushes. Some of us are walking disasters instead!
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Mis shipps con los colores rojo y verde
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Ruusaan | Captain Rex x Reader
Series summary: You missed your tropical planet, but coruscant had more to offer. You are a field medic in the 501st. you work closely with the captain in hopes of not losing your job. But how close is too close.
Chapter summary: Jarok has plans for you as his new addition to the household.
Pairing: Captain Rex x Reader
Warnings: Rated R, Slavery? Blaster wound.
Word count: 2.6k
Genre: Fluff and angst
A/n: hello everyone! I had a hard time writing this chapter but I have plans. not much to say except i hope you enjoy.
Chapter Nine:
Your jaw clenched as the Zygerrian dropped his hand and inspected your body further. The way he looked at you was different, he was hard to read.
“Unfortunately I am not as familiar with her planet as you are Mr.Jarok.” Anakin said.
Jarok walked up to Anakin. “I am willing to pay whatever price you name. She will be mine.”
You started to panic a bit. How will he keep up the facade without selling you?
“Alright, 35,000 credits.” Anakin said looking smug.
Jarok looked him up and down before speaking.
“Very well, bring her to my palace before the auction I will have your credits.”
“I will send my associate to drop her off.”
You looked at Anakin pleading. He gave you a reassuring look.
“No need, I will send a guard.” The Queen said.
“Ah, of course, your majesty.”
With that, Jarok left.
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You were led outside by a Zygerrian guard. A slave collar had been placed on your neck for transportation. Before you left Anakin silently resurred you everything would be ok. Honestly, you have never put this much trust in someone but you had to for the sake of this mission. The guard walked on quietly to the outskirts of the city with you in tow. A large house came into view, it had a tall metal gate decorated in ornate designs. A guard was standing near the gate, he looked slightly different than a normal guard. His uniform was black with accents of gold, and his helmet matched. The Zygerrian that brought you walked up to him and spoke in a hushed tone. You didn't care to know what they were speaking about. The gate opened and the guards led you inside. The door was large and heavy looking, made of thick solid wood.
You stepped inside taking in your surroundings. The foyer had beautiful couches and rugs. The walls were covered in large canvases with different art on them. past the foyer was a grand staircase.
“Sit there and wait.” One of the guards said to you.
You sat on the edge of a chair stiffly, not fully feeling comfortable touching things. You were surprised when the guards left you alone. After a few minutes, you heard heavy footsteps approaching from where the staircase was. You looked at the hallway with anticipation building. Jarok emerged from the hallway, his eyes landed on you and he stopped at the foyer entrance. You stood up quickly unsure of what to do in his presence. He approached you slowly.
“Do you have a name?” He asked.
You nodded.
“Tell me.”
“Ruusaan.” You said not wanting to give him your real name.
“That's an interesting name for your region. Come, walk with me.” He said while turning around.
You followed him silently. He led you to a kitchen it was very large and had a huge island in the middle of it.
“You will have a few duties around the house, the first of which will be cooking. I expect to have my meals prepared fresh every day. Don't worry about cleaning there is a maid for that.”
You were a little confused, he said maid which means he pays them to clean. Does he not have another slave for that? After the kitchen took you upstairs.
He took you to a bedroom “Your second duty will be to keep your space clean, this is your room.”
You were slightly taken back, he was giving you a room? Slaves don't get rooms. It had a large bed in the center of the room along with a dresser and a bookshelf. He was already walking out of the room leading you to another room before you could look around. This one was at the end of the hall and had double doors. He opened the doors and led you inside.
“Your third duty will be to attend to me.” He looked at you.
You looked down a swallowed nervously.
“Don't worry, that will come in due time, for now, I will wait until you get acclimated.”
He walked up to you his height towering you. He lifted a finger under your chin and pulled your head up gently. You tried your best to avoid his eyes.
“Now, I know you haven't been processed properly. But, I hope we don't have to put you through that. So behave and we won't have any issues, hmm?”
You nodded slowly. He led you back to your room.
“Maybe we can take that collar off in due time.” He closed the door behind him.
You breathed heavily trying to calm your emotions and keep your cool. You wandered around the room searching for a way out. You looked out the windows, they all led to a fenced-in yard. Even if you could find a way to scale the side of the house you couldn't get past the fence. You walked over to a closet and looked inside. There was an array of dresses in all styles and colors. Nothing but dresses. You went to the door and tried to open it but found it locked. You sighed and sat on the bed.
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You had nothing to do to pass the time. You tried to sleep but doing that in this new and uncomfortable situation was challenging. A few hours had passed and it was getting dark outside. A quiet knock came from the door before it opened. You expected a Zygerrian to emerge, but it was a woman in a long linen dress who came in. She had long brown hair in two braids and bright green eyes.
“Hello miss.” She said.
“My name is Garna. Mr. Jarok has requested you.”
She stepped aside so you can leave the room. Garna guided you down to a dining room. Jarok sat at the head of the table with a full plate of food and a glass of what you assumed was some sort of alcohol. He looks up to see you and Garna arrive. Garna waited near the entrance.
“Come sit Ruusaan.”
You chose the seat furthest away from him, but before you could pull the chair out he said,
“Here” And pointed to the seat directly to the right of him.
You slowly made your way to the chair and sat down stiffly. Jarok looked at you as you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. Your eyes never left the opposite wall.
“Are you hungry?” He says.
You shake your head. In truth, you were very hungry but did not want to take food from this man. Jarok grunted and waved at Garna. She left promptly. With Garn gone, you got nervous. She was acting as a buffer of sorts. Jarok sighed.
“The more comfortable you get the easier things will be for you. One of the reasons I wanted a woman from your planet was because I know how your people take care of each other. Marriage is truly a partnership in your culture, and women are worshipped. That is what I want, I want you to be my wife. And I will worship you.”
You were taken back by his speech. “So you brought me to play house?”
“Not play, I want you to make this place a home.”
“It helps that you are beautiful.” He said.
Your tail flicked beside you in annoyance. Garna had returned with a plate of food and a glass of water. She set them down in front of you.
“Eat.” Jarok said before digging into the food.
You poked at the unfamiliar foods on your plate. You could recognize a type of grain and roasted meat and vegetables. All of which you've never had before. You glanced at Jarok only to see him looking at you intently. He gestured to the food. You picked up some of the grain with your fork and tasted it. It was earthy tasting and had a grainy texture. The rest of dinner was silent apart from the occasional clinking of a fork or glass. You ate a few bites just to satisfy him before your small appetite gave in. After dinner, he leads you back to your room.
“Sleep well kitten.” He said before locking you inside. You took off your shoes and made yourself comfortable on the bed. You might as well try to sleep, who knows when you'll get out of this.
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You stirred in your sleep. You heard small tapping sounds nearby. You open your eyes and look around. It sounded once again, near the window. You pulled back the curtain, at first all you saw was darkness. Then, a small pebble hit the window causing you to flinch slightly. You look down and see a person standing in the yard. It was hard to make out who it was. You tried to open the window, but it budged only a couple of inches.
“Ruusaan, that you?” The person below said in a hushed tone. It was your Captain.
“Yes! It's me.” You whisper yelled back.
“Can you get out?”
“No, the door is locked.”
“I'm coming Ruusaan hang in there.” He ducked away out of your sight. You put your shoes on ready for Rex to bust through the door. After a few minutes, the door creaked open. You see the trembling hand of Garna first, she looked terrified once the rest of her came into few. Rex was behind her holding a blaster against her side. You felt bad but it was necessary for your freedom. Rex beckoned you to the door gently pushing Garna inside the room. He closed the door behind Garna and locked it. You were beyond grateful to see him. You took in his form, still dressed in his Zygerrian armor minus the helmet.
“Alright let's get out of here, stay behind me.”
He held his blaster at the ready position. You stuck close behind him making your steps as light and quick as possible. Your tail grazed and curled around his leg unconsciously. Rex glanced down at the appendage but remained focused on getting to the ship. Descending the stairs there was no sign of anyone. You did not know whether there were other staff in the house. At the bottom, you tiptoed down the hallway. You assumed back the way Rex came in as you had not been shown this part of the house. It was just as decorated and gaudy as the rest of the house.
“Leaving so soon?”
Jaroks voice sounded from the darkness. He emerged at the end of the hall with a blaster in hand. He didn't raise it towards you and Rex but his rigid stance told you he was ready to shoot. Rex pointed his blaster at the hulking Zyggerian.
“You are not taking her from me. Leave.” Jarok said almost growling as he spoke. Rex took a small step towards him.
“Get out of the way, I won't hesitate.” Rex said.
“I have paid handsomely for her have I not? Now, you and Lars are going back on the agreement? I should kill you on the spot.”
Rex furrowed his brow slightly and glanced down.
“Right, Lars had underestimated the value of this slave.”
“A deal was settled, now leave.”
Rex reached back keeping his eye on Jarok, he placed his hand on your hip and pushed you behind him out of Jaroks view. Jarok tilted his head at the display and smirked. He took a step forward, his blaster still held at his side.
“I see, you are...smitten with her. I cannot blame you however, she is mine and mine alone.”
“Move or I will shoot.” Rex growled out.
“And risk me shooting back, hurting her? I don't think so. I am a civilized man.”
Rex didn't relent keeping his blaster up. You noticed a golden side table with a vase on it. You felt picked it up gently as Rex and Jarok continued their showdown. In a wind of adrenaline, you spun and launched the vase as hard as you could toward Jarok. The Zygerrian tried to turn before the vase was thrown but it caught him off guard. The vase made solid contact with his cheek and broke into shards. Jarok groaned loudly, holding his head. Rex grabbed your wrist and sprinted past him. You struggled to keep up with his speed, almost hitting a corner you rounded. You heard thundering steps following as you ran. Rex twisted back and fired a few blaster shots. You didn't look back in fear you would slow down. Rex lead you through a swinging door, it was the kitchen. Two women snapped their heads at you and Rex, looking frightened. You and Rex rushed past them. He lead you to a large door before he could reach for the handle, it opened.
Four Zygerrian guards emerged with blasters. They took a beat before raising their weapons. You pushed Rex behind one of the counters as they fired their blasters in your direction. When they rounded the corner, Rex recovered and quickly took them out. He grabbed you and helped you to your feet. You felt a dull pain in your side but ignored it as you followed him outside. Your breathing was slightly more difficult than before but you pushed through. You heard Rex shout into his comlink but could not make out his words. The ship came into few but you do not remember getting on it. You stood behind the pilot's chair, a light hand resting on it. Anakin was there...as well as Ahsoka...Why did you feel so off?
“You're bleeding.” You heard someone say. You couldn't make out who.
As the adrenalin wore off, the pain in your side had become more intense. You raised a hand to feel in between your lower ribs. It felt warm and wet, you looked down at your hand and saw tinges of red. Voices muffled around you before your vision went black.
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You heard faint beeps and shuffling around you. You squeezed your eyes together as the light shone through your eyelids. You reached a hand up to rub your eyes.
“Well, good morning sunshine.”
You opened your eyes and blinked away the grogginess. Na'wi was sitting on a stool at the foot of your bed. You groaned as the pain in your side returned with a vengeance.
“Quite the hit you took there, punctured your lung.”
She started fiddling with her Holopad.
“How long was I out?” Your voice came out hushed from underuse.
“About two days. There's someone that will want to see you.”
You looked at her puzzled, you opened her mouth but before you could say anything the blast doors opened and a very distraught-looking Captain walked in. He said your name breathlessly.
“Thank the stars, you're alright.” He rushed to your side.
“I'll leave you guys for a minute.” Na'wi said smirking.
Rex barely seemed to notice Na'wi as she left. He looked down at his feet before glancing back at your face.
“Why did you do that?” He asked.
“Do what?”
“You took that blaster shot for me, why?”
You shook your head struggling to recall when exactly you were hit. You opened your mouth to answer but no sound came out.
“I had armor, I am trained for something like that. It was not your job to take a hit for me.” He said quickly.
“That doesn't mean I should let you get shot.”
His eye closed in frustration and he grabbed your hand.
“Never, do that again.”
You squeezed his hand.
“I would do it again, Rex. I don't regret it.”
The Captain sighed and enclosed your hand in between both of his. You looked up at him and smiled warmly.
“Never again.”
“Okay, never again.”
He looked down at you fondly.
“You should rest.” He moved away from your cot but you squeezed his hand once more. He looked over his shoulder at you.
“Stay? I could use the company.”
He nodded. “Okay.”
He grabbed a stool and sat near you, rubbing his thumb over your hand rhythmically.
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500+ FOLLOWER SPECIAL
You requested this, so....
Adept!Reader and Rex Lapis on their wedding night.
FUCK YEAH‼️‼️ SORRY IF THIS WAS RUSHED, BUT ENJOY‼️‼️
gn!adepti!reader, COULD BE OOC!!!
You're an adepti..but you're married to the one who you called your god.
And it was your wedding night, and you've never ever done something like this before...But lucky for you, your husband here is happy to lead you.
"There, there, dear. There's no need to be ashamed."
He cooed, and kiss your left temple— wrapping his muscular arms around your waist and nuzzling himself into the nape of your neck. Despite being ashamed of your own body, Zhongli or Morax here— wants you to reveal your body to him. It's not like he gives a fuck whether you have scars, stretch marks, or anything.
"There's no need to be afraid, dear. You're beautiful no matter what.."
Zhongli soon undo the ties of your outfit— carefully and gently taking it off of you. He was taking care of you like you were fragile glass. He murmured sweet nothings into your ear, telling you of how lucky and how beautiful you are.
And once you were naked and bare in front of him— and he couldn't help but feel his erection and lust growing. You were just ravishing. His hands immediately caresses your waist, feeling the soft skin under his rough hands.
"You're so beautiful..So soft.."
He spoke like he was in awe of you, and apparently he was. He was treating you with such gentleness, it was surprising that he didn't go feral at the sight of you bare and just fuck you right there and now.
But simple actions like him caressing your hips, your hair, your face, or even fondling with your chest turns into something even more intimate and heated.
Now you found yourself in all fours, getting pounded from behind by the one you call your husband.
"Ohh fuck~ You're so tight and warm..You want me to fill you up with my needs, don't you?~"
You were sobbing onto the pillow, gripping onto it tightly and holding on for dear life while he hammered his cock into your sopping hole that was enveloping him.
"You're so good to me... You'll look so good with a swollen belly..~"
Hot and sticky ropes of cum shoots inside of you— but he didn't stop, instead— he continues to pump his cock into you despite how overstimulated you were. Morax wanted you to be knocked up, filled with his seeds. He wanted you to bear his children and doesn't give a fuck whether you're a man— he'll make sure you're bearing his children.
Morax or rather yet Zhongli, doesn't seem to stop. He continues to fuck you senselessly— watching how your ass jiggles with every thrust he makes. Damn right he was gonna make sure you're pregnant after this.
His grip on your hips was starting to sting, but that only sends pleasure rushing to you— making you cum all over his cock once again. He was looking at you with such desire, almost like he wanted to eat you all up...
"Don't cry, dear~ You're taking me so so well.. Your cries and moans are so so adorable..~"
Don't expect him to stop after this round. He'll make sure to mark you as his, to show that you're his one and only, to make sure you're all filled with his seeds until stopping. Either way, just appreciate that your dear husband will take care of you afterwards <33
#genshin imagines#genshin impact x you#smut brainrot#genshin impact scenarios#genshin smut#genshin impact#zhongli x reader#zhongli smut#zhongli x you#morax x reader#morax x y/n#rex lapis
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asking you to sit on their face
character(s): Childe, Zhongli
pairing(s): fem!reader x Childe, Zhongli (separately)
contents: face sitting, praise, domestic scenery, c0ck r1ding, hint of breeding
a/n: hey y'all! sorry for the long absence but I got sick, and a bunch of personal stuff came up plus a bit of writer's block so yk :')
anyways, I am absolutely feral about pussy drunk characters so please enjoy this absolute filthy post (ik you love this stuff ;) it'll be out litte secret)
ps: it's my first time writing for Childe so let me know how it was! <3
pps: not proofread T^T
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Childe
It had started with you using your Cryo Vision to freeze him.
You two were sparring: it was no secret that he was your rival, as well as your lover. Rivals in the streets, lovers in the sheets.
He had tried to sweep you off your feet using his Hydro Vision, but what he didn't know is that you had a Hydro delusion: an extreme measure really, but needless to say it was devastating when combined with your Cryo vision.
So you had used your Hydro powers to direct his flood towards him, soaking him from head to toe. And then, with a flick of your finger, you had frozen him from the waist down, freezing his hands to the floor, effectively rendering him powerless at your mercy, laid down in front of you.
«So, looks like I win.» you bragged, looking at him top - down.
He scoffed.
«I reckon it comrade, you won. A Hydro delusion is not something I had expected. Although I don't mind this position at all.» you gave him a smug look, crouching next to him and caressing his face.
«What can I say, I'm full of surprises.»
«Oh, I can see that.» you looked at him, bound in front of you, helpless, at your mercy...
You were horny, very horny. His sexy knowing smile didn't help either. He knew exactly what you were thinking.
«Something wrong, comrade?» he asked, as you got closer to him.
You didn't answer. You simply kept looking at him, a million scenes playing in your mind, distracting you from the present.
As another fantasy started playing in your head, a loud bang startled you: Childe had managed to break free of his hand bonds, although he remained frozen from the waist down.
He grabbed you, making you topple over him, and started voraciously kissing you.
You moaned on his face, and flinched at the contact with the ice, so you melted it with your powers, and could finally feel his hot skin, burning even.
The training room wasn't the best for privacy, so you whispered something in his ear, and soon enough every doorknob was frozen, making it impossible for people to enter.
«You have a wicked mind using our Visions like that, comrade.» he whispered, out of breath.
«Oh, isn't that why all of this is so hot though, comrade?» you didn't particularly like that nickname, so you mocked him.
Soon enough, the floor of the training room became a mess.
An indefinite and tangled mess of clothes ended up all over it, leaving you two with only your underwear.
With skilled hands he undid your bra, which now laid somewhere on the floor.
«Sit on my face.» he suddenly said, his pupils dilated with lust.
«Huh? But I've never done something like that.» you expressed your concern, but were soon bothered by the raging heat between your legs, quickly soaking your underwear.
«Hey, stop using your Vision on me..» you whined, but he didn't stop.
Fuck it. He wanted you to sit on his face? Then so be it.
You took off your underwear and sat on his stupid orange haired face.
You doubted he could last very long..oh.
Oh fuck.
He. was. everywhere.
His tongue was inside you, moving, and moving, and moving.
The wetter you became, the more he'd feed on it.
And the ungodly slurping noises only made things worse. He wasn't eating you out, no. He was drinking you. As if he had an unquenchable thirst. As if he couldn't have enough.
You lifted your hips a bit, worried he didn't have enough air, but you heard him mumble.
«Don't you fucking dare lift up those hips. I'm not done yet, and you'll be here until I'm satisfied, comrade.»
At this point any and all rational thought had left you, and you just let your mind empty, lust taking you over.
«Fuck fuck fuck. Childe I swear, I'm not gonna last long if you kee-ahh..!» you came. Not once, not twice, you had lost count.
His tongue was drinking you up more and more, and you lost track of time, too ecstatic and lust drunk to even notice something as trivial.
When he was satisfied, he lifted you up, making you sit on the floor.
It didn't last long though. Soon enough you were down on all fours, doggy style.
«Baby I need you to take it for me, can you do it?» he asked, and you knew he was drunk. Pussy drunk. He just needed you to clench around him, he just needed to feel you.
You gave him a nod, and then felt his length inside of you, and the arousal mounted again. It was just a never ending marathon when you two got to it. That's why you tried to keep your meetings short, otherwise you'd end up like this, but at that point your mind was too preoccupied with him to think about anything else.
«You're so pretty baby, I love it so much when you clench around me like that..you're so warm, it just feels like you were made for my cock. Take it a little bit more baby, please, won't you? I know you can, you're so good..» he sounded delirious, out of his mind, but you didn't care. His cock just felt so good inside of you..
«So good, baby. I can't get enough of it, I'm sorry. I know you're tired but please, please please hold on just a little bit more for me, okay baby? You take me so well I just can't get enough of you baby. I swear baby I want to make you feel so good every day and every moment, if you'll just let me, I promise I'll take good care of you, baby.»
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Zhongli
It had been a long day. Zhongli was tired, sitting in his office at Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, exhaustion filling every fiber of his body.
Who would've thought that working for a 19-year-old girl would be so tiring? He almost regretted fighting every day, almost.
Truth be told, he was just being overly dramatic: he hadn't seen his girlfriend all day, and today, of all days, his body decided to make him feel extra horny. Exactly when he had to work overtime.
6000 years and he still suffered from these issues.
He chuckled to himself, almost relieved. At least he still had a semblance of mortality in him.
As he signed the last of his paperwork, he could finally go home to his girlfriend, to you.
He found you on the armchair, reading a book. And you were wearing just one of his shirts. It made him feel..a certain way.
He sneaked his way behind you, his fingers landing on your shoulders, pressing slightly, massaging them.
You sighed happily.
«Oh, you're back, love. What did I do to deserve this special treatment..?» you said, closing your book and leaning forward, giving him more space to massage you.
He made you stand up and sit on his lap, and you instantly knew what was up, his cock pressing against you.
«Oh, I see now..» he continued massaging, and you unbuttoned the shirt a bit, exposing your back to him.
«I'd give you this special treatment regardless, love.» he reached for the shirt, unbuttoning it all the way. Now it was hanging loosely on his lap, your arms still in the sleeves.
He moved your hair from your back, delicately dragging his fingers along, sending shivers down your spine.
He kissed your shoulder, and gripped your hips hard, squishing your flesh.
He then started kissing your neck, making you tilt your head all the way back, until it was resting on his shoulder.
Soon enough his hands moved, now kneading your breasts, which were exposed, since you weren't wearing your bra, just panties.
«Zhongli..» you moaned, kissing his neck, your bodies tangling in a mix of lust, sweat and love.
«Mh..?» his mouth too preoccupied with making you feel good to give you a proper answer.
«In our bedroom. I need to feel your skin, please.»
«Of course, my love. As you wish.» you turned around, now facing him.
He picked you up, carrying you to the bedroom, while you undid his tie, and helped him remove his jacket.
As you two got to the bedroom, the shirt you were wearing was on the floor, and you were completely naked, except for your panties.
You undressed him, taking your time to kiss every inch of his body.
He moaned, a sound that reverberated deep within you, going directly in your pussy, his voice was just that hot.
He kissed you, and you both remained naked, as you jumped on him, crossing your legs behind his back.
He dropped you on the bed, climbing on top of you, and inverted your positions, putting you on top of him.
«I need you to sit on my face, love.» he said, panting because of the lust. How could you deny his request, when he was looking at you like a dying man looked at his savior?
«Are you sure, Zhongli? Won't you run out of air..?» he shook his head, reassuring you.
«It's fine, love. I just need you. You've been on my mind all day, and I need you, so badly. I just need you to sit on me, love.»
You decided to grant his request, curious yourself of how it would feel. He had eaten you out many times, would this time be so different..?
As soon as your pussy made contact with his face, you immediately understood how wrong you were about it feeling the same.
His nostrils got invaded by your scent, your arousal dripping down on his face, intoxicating him.
It was just so addictive. He had been dreaming of doing that all day, his mind unable to tear itself from the thought of having his face buried deep in your pussy.
He started licking away, like his life depended on it.
His hands firmly gripped your thighs, making it impossible to move. You bent down, the pleasure overwhelming you, making your head dizzy: you gripped the bed sheets, your legs trembling under his relentless licking and sucking.
His mouth was on your clit now: he sucked away, never stopping, never ceasing to make you feel good.
«Z-zhongli..» you whined, slamming your forearm on the bed to regain some balance, as he pressed your pussy deeper on his face.
He could feel how you were trembling around him: your pussy clenched on his tongue, as if it wanted to capture him, keeping him inside of you.
He couldn't get enough, he had to have you in every way possible, so when you came all over his face, he didn't hesitate to lick you clean, as your scent enveloped him, making him lightheaded, or rather, pussy drunk.
You didn't even know who you were anymore. All you knew was Zhongli under you, making you see stars with his tongue, making you feel like you were the luckiest woman in all of Teyvat.
As he was satisfied, at least for the time being, he lifted you up, already missing your warmth on his face.
«That was..I..Z-zhongli..» you couldn't speak properly, your whole body was trembling, the orgasm still lingering.
He moved you lower on his body.
«I need you to take me, love. Will you do it for me?» he didn't have to ask twice. You lowered yourself on his massive cock, your pussy stretching around him, making space. He had a massive girth to it, making you feel every inch of his length, driving you crazy.
You sat still on him for a few seconds, wanting to savor the sensation of his cock stretching you out.
«Fuck- love you're so warm and tight around me..!» his voice was an octave higher, the lust completely taking hold of him.
«M-move love..please. I need you to move, please.» he whined, begging you to move.
You grabbed his hands, using them as leverage to rise up, only to bounce back on his cock.
You took your time though, bouncing up and down, your tits following the movement.
You could hear Zhongli moaning like his life depended on it, which compelled you to open your eyes.
You looked down at him, the sight of his face contracted in pleasure, with his cheeks all read, and his mouth open, a small line of drool (or your arousal, you weren't sure), making you feel so powerful, like a Goddess, his Goddess.
You just couldn't believe you were on top of the Geo Archon, and said Archon was feeling so good because of you.
You came at the same time. You could feel his seed dripping down your thighs, and you tried to move a bit, to clean yourself.
He prevented you from doing so, closing your legs instead, as to trap all the seed inside of you.
«I just need to feel you clenching around me a little bit more, love.»
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