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Stripper Zhongli is just 🥵

This man will be popular with men and women alike and you who was just drag here by your friends wanting you to see him mostly them btw stating that once you see him you'll never look at another guy that can satisfy you aka get you addicted to coming here and spending your mora after all it is for your birthday or any kind of celebration really and said friends

~~skipping to Zhongli making his entrance and having everyone drooling over him~~

Noticing you from the corner of his eye is a new face he's never seen before and believe me he remembers all the faces that enters his den and you stirred something inside of him like no other and it looks like Morax wants to play with you, to ravage you make you submit to sheer bliss by his hands to OWN you. A thing to note is that Zhongli has two sides that means when Morax come out he's ruthless, possessive and primal while Zhongli is more calm, strict and elegant most of the time it's Zhongli in control but there times when Morax comes out and one of those times is now

"Well what do we have here, a new face in my den~"

All you can do is nod with a blush on your face

"Since you're new why don't I make this special"

As he lean down to whisper in a deep voice that's almost like a growl in your ear

"Why don't I do one of my personal favorite dance for you here and now or in private hmm"

In a meek breathy voice you said

"In private please"

And so he took you to his personal VIP room it was decorated in gold and a bit of red the room almost looks like a place to do rituals but it has a bed in one corner and a pole/aerial silks in the center of the room there's also a mini bar which is where he lead you too

"Why don't we have a drink or two before we get started with the show and I recommend osmanthus wine it's my personal favorite"

As he said that he's handing you a small glass filled with osmanthus wine and you both drink

"Oh my it has a unique taste doesn't it"

"I suppose it does for those who never had osmanthus wine do you not like it"

"N-no it's not that I don't like it in fact I do like it"

"Well that's good to hear then now shall we get started with the show"

Standing up with him he leads you to where the pole/aerial silks are with a loveseat sofa right in front of it

"Now my dear focus on me and only on me let nothing else distract you just keep your eyes on me"

And so your private show began with you giving a nod for him to start as your eyes are glazed over almost cloudy, body heating up uncontrollably with arousal and if anyone saw you they would think you are drunk on something but one thing you did not notice was that Zhongli's eyes were glowing and his body changed into something inhuman for a spilt second before disappearing.

It's the way he moves on the pole/aerial silks it's slow sensual, graceful and elegance it's like he's hypnotizing you with his hot burning gaze filled with absolute desiring lust for you just as the room swell with unimaginable heat and a scent so sweet it's intoxicating making you feel tipsy almost drunk in a way that's leaving you wanting, unsatisfied with the need to be fucked, to be filled with cum and to be nothing but this man no this monster's personal cumslut

"That's more like it just think about nothing and submit to me, let me mark you, let OWN you entirely body, mind and soul"

Just before losing yourself you asked

"W-what and who are y-you"

"I am Morax and I am a demon more like an incubus I you will and you my dear have pique my interest as you are innocent but not that innocent and I wish to make you my mate or toy depending on how things go from here"

"T-then all the t-things you did was an a-act"

His voice sounded like a purr when he answered

"Yes all of it what you saw was all an act the man name Zhongli was merely but a facade and the wine you drunk an aphrodisiac a very strong one in the demon world and most mortals who took it end up dieing in the first 5 minutes but you have last far longer than any mortals thus far"

"M-meaning what e-exactly"

"It means you are one of the rare mortals who can take high doses of the aphrodisiac without consequences and we demons take them as either mates or toys for us to use for our own pleasure"

"N-no way it can't be"

"Yes it is true now choose my dear do you want to be my mate that I will pamper and take care of or my toy that I will break and let any other demon use and if we're being honest I prefer you choose to be my mate"

"I-I will b-be your mate"

"Good now rest once you open your eyes we will be in your new home where we WILL consummate to be as one"

Might make a pt2 or not idk yet but look at the picture dgsbshdnufjdn 😵 but Zhongli don't be shy turn around and let me see that bulge tho

barking whining meowing mewling purring

my entire catholic family would kill me if they ever found out i've stepped into a strip club but yk what for zhongli i'd do it

actually???? modern!au concept where morax and zhongli exist in the same body (something like DID) would be interesting to explore.... though i don't have much knowledge on that subject so i'm not sure if i can write it hsdlfjsldkf but the concept.... oooooh. very interesting indeed.

me after one glass of that osmanthus wine: falls asleep right at the very stool i'm sitting on

aUGH YOU TEASE HOW COULD YOU END IT RIGHT THERE SHEEPY AAAAAAAAAAAAA *screams into my pillow*

#rin answers #rin is having tea with: sheepmc #minors dni #archons i gobbled all of those up like a hungry squirrel #omnomnomnomnomnom #hngggggg i want this man so badly #down bad horrendous fr

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Delicious Denial - Chapter Four

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Rating: Explicit, 18+

Pairing: Astarion x Fem!Tav (You)

Word Count: 3750 (approx)

Tags: Fluff, eventual smut, domestic fluff, camp life, slow burn romance, sexual tension (A LOT).

WARNING: Contains graphic & gory description of injury.

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A reimagining of the game's events if Tav had zero magical or fighting ability. But she's still pretty fucked up. 👍

(Lots of comforting camp life content)

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A/N: OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM

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Chapter Four - Delicious

As the celebration grows louder, you panic and pull down the flap of your tent, hiding away. You hear them all spilling into the camp, most voices already slurring their words as they pass you, none the wiser as to who is inside. You stay there, huddled up for some time, trying to stay quiet, hoping that no companion will blow your cover.

“Hey, have you seen Tav?”

Shit.

There’s a space of silence, you can only assume that whoever Karlach is talking to points at your tent, as she lifts up the flap moments later. “Hey soldier! You’re missing o-” She is interrupted by you grabbing her arm and dragging her in the tent with you, a desperate attempt to protect your anonymity. She tumbles to the side, the flap shutting behind her.

“Shh!” You emphasise with your finger to your lips. There’s a strange smell… You feel a tingle on your hands… The tingle turns into sizzling pain… Burning… “Ah! Hot! What the fuck?!” You cry, flailing your hands but they only burn hotter.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! I’m sorry!” You have no idea what she just did to you, but it hurts. A lot.

“Well, hello, what’s going on in here?” Before Astarion can make any further comment on the noises coming from your tent, he is forced out of the way by both you and Karlach, falling flat on his ass.

“Move!” You both yell simultaneously, darting to the lake. You waste no time, you shed no clothing, you jump in, with a frantic splash. Karlach watches, anxiously nibbling her nails, hoping that you’re okay. The water, thankfully, provides relief once you are fully submerged.

There is a muffled commotion coming from the surface, you want to stay here, where the sound and the eyes can’t reach you. Any hope of sitting through this party undetected has just been destroyed. But you’re running out of air, the urge to breathe takes over and you force your head over the threshold of the lake.

Opening your eyes, you see Karlach waiting on the shore with a small gathering of tieflings and the rest of the party. Shadowheart swaying, clearly intoxicated and struggling to stand. “I brought Shadowheart!” She points at her triumphantly, beckoning you to leave the lake.

“Yyyyyep… That’s me.” She waves, lazily.

A drunk healer, what could go wrong?

You sigh and swim towards them. As you grow closer, the tieflings squint to get a better look at you, some faces darken in recognition, others blissfully unaware and in a similar shape to Shadowheart. As your body emerges from the water, Astarion finally catches up with the crowd, rubbing his behind.

“Gods, what happened?!” asks Gale upon seeing the reddened flesh, peeling from your hands.

“She… She touched me. She didn’t know.” Karlach responds, tears in her eyes.

“Okay, as much as I enjoy talking about it, I would really appreciate somebody fixing it now!” The words force themselves through gritted teeth as the pain creeps back in. Gale nods.

“Shadowheart.”

“Gaaaaale…?” Shadowheart flops her head to look at him.

“Cure. Wounds. Tav. Now.” He speaks as simply as possible for her to understand.

“Huh? Oh, yeah…” She mumbles and slurs through the incantation, unsteadily hovering her hands over yours. It’s not enough.

“It’s not working!” You cry, eyes watering. A strong, large hand comes into view, replacing Shadowheart’s. A deep grumble of words and a glow encases your palms. They quickly revert back to their original, uninjured state. You breathe as the pain fades once again.

In front of- or… above you? A tall, rugged wood elf stands, proudly. “Halsin! Thank you!” Karlach exclaims in relief.

“Y-yes, thank you, Halsin.” You pant, looking up at him as he smiles down at you.

“No need, tonight is a night of celebration, we can’t have any accidents ruin the fun. Besides, what’s an archdruid for if he can’t perform a simple healing spell?” He chuckles heartily.

So he’s one of the druids… The archdruid… Where in the hells was he when the fighting started?!

You inspect him, squinting, then you notice the many faces of the tieflings staring at you in your peripheral vision. Many are struggling between hatred and confusion. Gale takes your hands in his and inspects them, trailing his finger along them as he does. They’re warm compared to yours, though you suppose that’s because you just jumped in a freezing cold lake.

“Are you alright?” He asks with genuine fright and concern in his eyes. You nod then return your gaze to the tieflings. He does the same, recognising the tension. “She won’t harm you.” He announces, still holding your hands. “She may have been on the other side, but it wasn’t by choice. She is our friend. Please, treat her as such.” You doubt his words will have much effect, you know people. People are stubborn.

The tieflings exchange glances then, to your surprise, begin to nod in agreement. Their acceptance of you is… painful. It’s wrong. Their numbers dwindled by your hand, that familiar pang of guilt surges through you once again. The crowd begins to dissipate, returning to the party. Gale looks at you, realises his hands are still holding yours, he lets them go abruptly. “Um-I’m glad you’re feeling better.” Karlach now has tears streaming down her face and is sobbing. You can make out what she’s saying, barely.

“S-soldier… I’m… I’m sooo sorry!! I just… The engine… It… I can’t… I’m sorry!” She’s trying to force out an explanation but her words are stopped by choked sobs. She breaks down in tears in her hands, steam rising from her cheeks. This strong, formidable woman is crumbling in front of you.

“I’m alright now, it’s okay.” She nods, sniffling. Before you can ask about what just happened, the water on your body and clothes catches the cold air and holds it to your skin. You shiver, wrapping your arms around yourself, teeth chattering. Gale steps forward and begins to hold his arms out, preparing to share his body heat with you, but he is interrupted.

“I think I can take it from here.” Astarion says firmly, reaching into your tent to grab your blanket. Gale lowers his arms, nods in surprise and steps back. The blanket is draped over your shoulders, you hold it tightly to your body with your hands as Astarion guides you towards the campfire and away from the others, you look back and catch another glimpse of Halsin talking to a small group of tieflings. Astarion sits beside you as you warm up your hands.

“Th-th-thank y-y-you…” Your shivering makes it hard to speak. He grabs a bottle of wine and two cups, fills them both and offers you one. You hesitate. You don’t care how nice he’s being, you still don’t trust him. His smile fades and he speaks sincerely.

“I promise, it’s just keep you warm.” You still don’t take it, flicking your gaze between him and the cup. Getting a little frustrated, he goes to speak again, then sighs instead. He takes a sip of your cup, before holding it out for you again.

Satisfied, you finally take it and drink slowly, trying not to spill any with your quivering hands. It tastes like vinegar. “Ugh, th-this is a-awful…”

He responds through laughter.“My dear, I couldn’t agree more. I was trying to get my hands on the good stuff, but those tiefling kids drive a hard bargain.” You chuckle and take another sip. “I bet the goblins had good wine.” He says as your body gradually stops shivering; the fire’s warmth spreads to your bones.

“I wouldn’t know, I was too busy rotting in a cell. The party they were having did look fun though.”

Interest peaked, he leans in. “Really? Well, don’t go sparing any details on my account, go on, tell me more.”

You smile at his eagerness. “A lot of drinking, fighting and in some dark corners you might’ve even caught a glimpse of some sinful debauchery.” You feign horror at the things you’re saying, triggering an airy, high-pitched laughter from him.

“Oh darling, you always know just what to say!” He places his hand on his heart and flutters his eyelashes at you.

You shake your head playfully. “You’re a bit of a freak, aren’t you?”

“Ah, well, if I’m a freak, what does that make you, my dear?”

You scoff. “Maybe you just bring out the worst in me.” You sip wine nonchalantly.

“Hmm, then the worst is already there, my darling.”

A cold drop of water from your hair falls onto your neck, causing you to shiver violently for a moment. “Ugh! Hold on.” You let the blanket fall from your shoulders whilst you flip your hair forward, twisting it, wringing it out and allowing the drops to drench the floor. You flip it back and look back at Astarion who’s half-lidded eyes haven’t left your exposed neck. “Yes…?” You say, expectantly. He shakes himself out of it and clears his throat, facing the fire again, sipping his wine nonchalantly. “Like I said, freak.” You tease, he chuckles into his cup. You both gaze into the fire, side by side. Your eyes wander and spot Karlach being genuinely comforted by Gale and Wyll. Shadowheart and Lae’zel are… trying…

“So… Karlach, huh?”

“Hmm? Oh, yes she has an unstable engine for a heart or something to that effect. She can’t touch people.” He speaks casually and in between sips.

“That sounds awful.” He flicks his eyes to you, intrigued by your earnesty, then nods in agreement. “Anything else about our merry band of companions that I should know about?”

“Ha, I wouldn’t even know where to start!”

You raise an eyebrow and look at him expectantly. “Go on, tell me more...” He grins as you quote his own words back to him.

“Well… Alright. I suppose you may as well know now.” He adjusts himself and moves close, gesturing to each party member as he explains their situations. “Gale’s ex-lover is the goddess Mystra, he has a bomb in his chest and he, annoyingly, eats valuable magical items to stop it from killing us all. Wyll is the son of Grand Duke Ravengard and he’s locked in a bad contract to serve a devil called Mizora, we don’t like her. With me so far?”

“Er-I think so…?” You try to prepare your mind for more overwhelming information.

“We don’t know much about Shadowheart, but that’s only because Shadowheart doesn’t know much about Shadowheart. Amnesia. All we know is that she serves Shar and carries a Gith relic around with her... Oh and Lae’zel wants to find a creche.” He looks over at you to gauge your reaction.

“Uh… Okay… Right…” You nod slowly, staring into space. He chuckles and waves his hand in front of your face.

“Still with me, darling?” You snap out of your trance and nod.

You think for a moment, then realise something.

“What about you?”

“What?” He asks, already a little defensive.

“You told me about everyone but yourself. What about you?”

He stutters a little but regains his playful composure once again, debating the value of honesty. Then his eyes light up with an idea. “How about we make this… interesting?”

“I’m listening…”

His grin grows wider, excited by your cooperation. He leans in, even closer, faces inches apart. “You show me yours, I’ll show you mine.” He says softly, you can feel his warm breath on your lips.

You match his smug expression. “Promise?” His eyes widen for a moment, you get the first sense that he’s struggling to keep up with you, and it fills you with such a thrill. He pulls away, places his practised mask on once again and nods. “Hmm… I’ll think about it.” He seems to enjoy you toying with him, for now. He leans back to get a better look at you.

Your face changes from playful to sincere as you skim memories in your head. You take a deep breath and look at the ground. “The past is kind of hard to talk about.” You giggle nervously. Astarion recognises your change in demeanour and adjusts himself into a more appropriate listening pose. “Then let’s make it easier. You lied to us about something yesterday, can you tell me the truth?” He spoke confidently yet softly. A strange mix, but you appreciate him asking instead of commanding.

I suppose it’s only fair. A piece of me, for a piece of him…

You breathe in, readying yourself for his judgement. “Something happened at the goblin camp. I did something.” When you meet his eyes again, he’s distant, guarded, but listening intently. His eyes tell you how surprised he is that you’re playing along, and honestly, you’re surprised too. “Minthara had a prisoner, to prove myself to her, I had to… ‘persuade’ him to give her the location of the grove… I did just that.” You pause, searching his face, debating whether or not to continue. Remarkably, he doesn’t seem put off by the information. His brows are furrowed but in concentration rather than disgust. “At first I couldn’t believe what she had asked me to do, but still, something came over me. It made me hurt him, and I really hurt him... It felt like I was hurting-… Someone else… Anyway, to put it simply, it worked. I handed the grove to her on a silver platter. It didn’t matter to me, I was safe. But then I saw them, all of these people… As much as I appreciate Gale protecting me back there, it was based on a lie. They have good reason to hate me, they should hate me.” He takes in every word you say.

“Gods, I’m sorry, you must think I’m a monster-”

“No, no. I don’t. I understand.” He looks down for a moment as he processes the information.

“H-how?”

How in the hells could he understand? I sentenced dozens of people to their deaths!

He doesn’t answer. He swiftly moves on and when he looks at you, he sees only you.

“Thank you. For telling me that.” He smiles at you, then back to silent gazing into the fire.

You ask the question that burns in your mind: “Are you going to tell the others?”

“No, I don’t think so. There’s no point, really.” He shrugs, still smiling.

You exhale your anxiety. “Thank you… So… I can stay…?”

He chuckles and runs his hand through his hair. “Gods, my dear, if we abandoned every person who’s engaged in a little bloodshed, none of us would be here.” You let out a muffled giggle and hold the smile that graces your face in the process, nodding gratefully. You still don’t trust him, not entirely, but for a brief moment, you did. And it felt good.

Looking around, you notice that the tieflings are now, essentially, comatose, and so are your friends. “Looks like the party’s over.” You giggle at the sight, then look back at Astarion who never broke his gaze on you.

“It doesn’t have to be…” He places his hand on yours. And just like it was when you first met, it’s cold. You flinch at the sensation, he begins to pull away but you grab his hands and hold them near the fire.

“I think you need the heat more than me, you’re freezing!” He chuckles softly. His hands refuse to heat up properly, only the surface of his skin growing warm and even then, not for long. “Are… Are you okay? You aren’t warming up.” He doesn’t respond, he just takes your hand in his and stands. He waits for you to follow. “Where are we going?”

“Not far. I want to show you something, in private.”

Warily, you slowly stand and follow him into the forest until you find yourself in a small clearing. He lets you go and takes a deep breath. “You showed me yours, now I’ll show you mine.”

Your eyes widen and you blush, aggressively. “Please tell me you didn’t drag me out here, just to show me your dick…” He bursts out laughing which makes you feel at ease… If not the slightest bit of disappointment…

“Darling, what do you take me for?!”

You giggle and shrug. “So…?” He smirks at your impatience. From behind a nearby tree, Astarion drags out a dead boar and lays it in the middle of the clearing. “Um… Ew?”

“Do you insist on commenting on everything? Or are you going to give me chance to explain myself?” You raise your hands in surrender, allowing him to continue. He sighs. “Thank you. So… This is what I was doing last night.” He gestures to the boar, you furrow your brows in confusion. “Come, take a closer look, I promise there’s a point to all of this.”

“Back up, then.” You gesture to him to move back with one hand as you use the other to pour a sips-worth of wine into your mouth. He does as you say, moving backwards, waiting for you to inspect it.

You walk towards it, keeping an eye on Astarion’s whereabouts. “I gotta’ say, you’re looking mighty freakish right about now…” You crouch down, smirking at him and try to spot anything odd about the boar. You find nothing and in fact, that is exactly the problem. You can’t seem to figure out how this creature died. Then you see it, two small holes in it’s neck. There is no blood left in this corpse, it has been drained dry. You stand straight immediately in realisation, spilling a little wine from your cup. You back away, slowly, holding your free hand in front of you to maintain distance. You lock your stare onto him, monitoring for any sudden movements. You point at the boar. “That was you?” You ask him bluntly.

“Yes…” He looks… afraid. Of you? How can that be? You’re not the danger here, he is.

“And you’re a…”

“Vampire, yes-well, a vampire spawn to be exact.”

Taking another step back, but maintaining your glare, you dare to ask about your fate. “Am I going to die here?” Tears begin to fill your eyes, voice wavering.

“N-no! I don’t want to hurt you, I swear!” He pleads. “Look… Truthfully, you’re the last one to know! If I was truly a threat, do you think any of our companions would still be alive?” You begin to speak, but pause. Your stare softens.

Well, that explains why everyone was acting so strange at meal times…

You sigh and relax a little. “Alright…”

He does the same. “Thank you.” As the fear subsides, a new feeling emerges, anger. Not at him though, only at yourself for being so stupid, for not seeing it sooner, for… trusting him.

You grab your skull with your hands and let out the energy that’s been building inside of you.

“UGH! Fuck! Seriously, Tav?! What the FUCK?!” You throw your cup at the nearest tree, followed by weak punches, kicks and screaming profanities until you tire yourself out, which doesn’t take long. You turn and slide down against the tree, panting. Astarion holds his hands up and slowly starts to move closer, checking to make sure it’s okay. You nod and even pat on a space beside you, encouraging him to sit. He raises his eyebrows in pleasant surprise, then clears his throat, makes his way towards you and sits. You don’t look at each other, simultaneously enjoying and hating the silence.

“Can I just say… I’m a little surprised you hadn’t worked it out by now. I mean, my eyes are bright red and I have a dashing pair of fangs… so I’m told.” He taunts.

“What kind of vampire walks in sunlight, genius? I don’t have a habit of staring at peoples teeth and I thought your eyes were fucking elf thing, I don’t know…”

He chuckles. “Fair points, mostly… It’s the tadpole, you know. It allows me to do things that I couldn’t before. Well, not everything, of course.” His eyes flick to the boar.

You look at him and then rub your eyes with one hand, bringing it to a pinch on the bridge of your nose. “Gods… So, blood? That’s it? That’s all you can have?”

“Well, you’ve seen me drink wine, but other than that…” He pauses, letting you fill in the gaps.

You sigh, defeatedly. “Well, how am I going to find blood for you, every damned day?!” You whine.

“What do you mean?” He raises an eyebrow in your direction.

“Look, I can’t fight, the only thing I can do is look after this camp. That includes cooking. I’m not having you sit with us, empty handed, again.”

“You... You want to help me feed?”

“Yes! I can’t keep putting up with that grumpy-ass face at dinner time, it’ll drive me mad.” You tease, he scoffs, feigning offence.

You bite your nails as you ponder the options, searching for anything but the obvious. Alas, you cannot think of anything as sustainable or reliable. “So… What does it feel like? Being bitten?” You approach the topic cautiously, but that doesn’t prevent Astarion from getting his hopes up, even getting a little giddy with excitement at your interest.

“Why…?” He elongates the word to it’s uncomfortable limit in your ear.

“Just shut up and answer the damned question, Astarion!”

He giggles and thankfully, chooses not to embarrass you further. “Honestly? It hurts a fair bit, but only for a few seconds. Then… Well, I wouldn’t want to spoil the rest…” He smirks at you, mischievously.

You clear your throat. “How many cups do you need a day?”

A little disappointed by the slight topic change, Astarion thinks. “Cups? I… Hmm… Two or three maybe? I’m not sure, I can’t say I’ve ever measured it.”

“Alright, we’ll start with two, then go from there.”

“I… Thank you… I appreciate that.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’d just better hope I taste good.”

He smirks and leans in close, his cold hand on your jaw and his eyes pleading with you to trust him. You allow him to turn your head to the side, he leans into your neck, feeling the heat that emanates from it on his lips. He fills his lungs with your essence and ever so slightly groans. He turns you again so you face him, inches apart, hand still gripping your jaw.

“Darling, you’re going to be delicious…”

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