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thank you for 3k ??? omg T T I never expected so many people to like my writing and my ocs

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I'm gonna put u in time out /j

no !! not time out !!

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hii hello!! finally decided to have my own icon stuff here T T almost evry mention about alastair was sent by me ^▪︎^ and my lil idea of ocs falling out of love as well ..

can i be 🍔–anon? tysm > <

hello !!! and yes you can be 🍔 anon !

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zhongli….zhongli..zhongli zhongli..

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its been awhile since I did a genshin fic T T

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Ok now I’m craving Adrien opposite au

I'll probably write it some time !

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Doctor uploading another fic YES GAWD YES GAWDD -🧛‍♂️ anon

next fic in 5 months ! /j

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the zhongli fic ABSOULTE CINEMA

thank you ♡♡ honestly I wasn't sure if people would like it because I had no clue what I was trying to write T T

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day idk but im tweaking without cole - 🧛‍♂️ anon

I'll bring cole back after my new oc & callahan I think !

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opposites au is so cool BUT NOT MEAN COLE , I LOVE BRO THE WAY HE IS :(

mean cole ! mean cole ! maybe I should write that for april fools . . .

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the zhongli fic was so good I need him pregnant now/j

we all do !

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papa me want more adrien.

I'm putting adrien in time out !

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Me when you

>< thank you !

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Hii! First off I hope u feel better, writer's block is rough! Take all the time u need! I recommend either taking a break or engaging with media u love.

Secondly, I was thinking of an Opposites au for ur ocs! Feel free to ignore this if it's like, bad, or u just don't like it! I hope I'm not overstepping any boundaries!

1. Callahan, but instead of a competent detective, he's an extremely competent crime boss. Whatever it is u can think of, running gangs, drugs, or having businesses pay him a 'protection' fee using intimidation. Ruling the town in his own way, the only crime that happens is what he allows. Justice is served out by him by his own rule book. Then here comes reader, some lackless Rookie constantly throwing a wrench in all his plans.

2. Cole as a cold and reserved showgirl! Really buff. Maybe a manager? Either way, cowboy reader takes a real shine to them! I think maybe for this one, Cole's facade breaks midway, and it's revealed to be a role-playing thing. He's just too sweet!

3. Vallen is more tricky than Callahan... Perhaps he's an intern or low ranking office worker with an impeccable sense of style. The reader first took a shining to him when he started recommending some clothes that the reader should wear? Or, his company is on the cusp of liquidation, he has no real money of his own, and he's entered into an arrangement with reader to finance himself and his company in exchange for a deal?

4. Ah, Adrian! Where he's the Student Council President who's taken an unusual shine to a luckless delinquent (reader). Still, obsessive, and socially speaking, he doesn't really care unless the reader is involved, but man...

Yah, but feel free to ignore these if they're too insane! Take ur time! And I'm excited to see ur sci-fi oc! I hope u feel better soon!

these are such good ideas ! I'll probably write opposite aus since a few people wanted it !

I made a tag specifically so I can find these asks again T T

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dear doctor, the amount of unbearable annoyance this goddamn cracked screen on my device brings me is unmatchable. sometimes it mysteriously scrolls up like the bitch thinks it’s possessed when i know damn well that no supernatural ahh being wants to be involved with this useless thing….. sigh (ᴗ_ ᴗ。)

anyway take my inspiration and dusty skills that i haven’t used for the past few weeks due to chronic procrastination

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ugh !! I hate cracked screens 😭 i have a crack in my phone and I've never fixed it . . .

anyways ! thank you so much , chronic procrastination is so real T T

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heyy T T i have to say dat i luv ur writings soso much, theyr super blissful _(–³—)_

can i request a teacher!zhongli x student!reader ? imagine reader is bein a brat and he has a different method for him! >°<

your request is done ! sorry that it was kind of rushed my writers block is so bad right now

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correcting wrongs nsfw teacher ! zhongli x student brat ! bttm m reader

Clad in a brown turtleneck with an almost unamused expression on his face, your professor was nothing short of being “the best in the business.” His stoic nature paired with those strikingly sharp features made him easy on the eyes, and strangely attractive.

He wasn't soft spoken, but his words were always delivered gently, tinged with a rasp from his low speaking register. A real heartthrob of a teacher.

Though he was kind to others, you seemed to be the one thing that made him slightly annoyed. Every conversation you had with him usually ended with a pinch of his nose bridge, a sigh, and a dismiss with the wave of his hand. Your bratty attitude towards him was almost bearable until it wasn't.

In a cliché fashion, Zhongli had asked you to come to his office in the afternoon when classes finished, and you did.

“Are my teaching methods not good enough for you?” You can hear the exhaustion weigh on his words as he pushes himself off the chair to stand.

You don't respond, the words seem to dissipate in your throat the moment he begins to scold you.

“What is the issue? I'm trying to understand,” A hand grabs your shoulder, and you lift your head to glance at Zhongli's face. He wears the classic 'teacher expression,' one that oddly reminds you of a parent.

“I'm more of a hands on learner,” you shrug, and its apparent in Zhongli's face that he picks up your little tease. There's a slight confusion in his eyes before it's masked to be unreadable. A sigh leaves his lips as his hands move to cuff the edges of his sleeve up, sliding his watch off and placing it on his desk with a small thud.

“I'm willing to adjust my methods if it means you'll behave more accordingly.” He carefully grabs your wrist, guiding it towards the papers on his desk, planting your hand firmly onto the sheet. Zhongli stands behind you, his chest almost touching your back from how close he was. He lets your fingers trace the printed letters to study the content on the page, but it's all a jumble of useless words to you, especially when your attractive teacher is right behind you.

“This is boring,” you whine, trying to pull your hand from underneath Zhongli's.

“Are you having difficulty concentrating?” He asks, the velvety tone of his voice violates your ears like it's crawling through your brain. It's a tingly feeling you can't shake off.

“As if it would be that—” You're cut off by the involuntary hitch of your breath as his cold fingers grace the side of your waist. They travel down to your hips, sneaking under your pants before they retreat.

“Maybe some concentration exercises? To help you stop getting distracted.”

You swallow. Thickly. You're about to jab a snarky remark at him before you feel his hand push down the back of your head, forcing you to look down at the worksheets on his desk. His free hand wrangles his tie, pulling it off to bind your wrists together. Zhongli rests his hands on your hips as he leans into your ear, his breath hot against the shell.

“Do you want me to stop?” Zhongli's fingers rest lightly on the waistband of your pants, like he's waiting for the greenlight to pull them off. He's too patient with you—he doesn't pry at all—and when you don't give him a response he kindly removes himself from you.

“No— um,” You stumble over your words as he pulls away, unable to conjure a coherent sentence in your head to respond. It's almost like your pride is blocking your throat but you push out a few words, just so he knows.

“It's fine,” you breathe, quickly turning your head away from him to save yourself some dignity.

You don't see it, but he smiled ever so slightly, returning to his previous position. Zhongli's fingers slip down, slowly dragging the zipper lower as he watches your eyes fixate on the pages infront of you. His hands—oddly soft and warm—meets your pelvis before they slide down to the elastic of your underwear. With a small flick of his wrists, he's able to pull your boxers off and down low enough that it sits neatly at your mid thigh.

Your breath hitches and you drag your eyes away from the text and to his hands that are gently running up the sides of your thigh. He clicks his tongue disapprovingly, using his free hand to tap the sheet infront of you.

“Focus. Eyes on the paper.” His hands pull away from your body—only to unbuckle his belt, though you misinterprete his actions—and you spin your head around to question him. He's already pulled his belt off and taps your forehead with the end of it. “Needy,” he scolds.

Fabric noises fill the empty office and you see him reach over to dish a packet from his wallet—he keeps those on him at all time. You recognise the sound, the latex rolling on, the slight snap as he fixes it to be more comfortable, and the feeling of wetness against your skin.

He uses his hand to push the back of your head down once again, “Don't pay attention to what I am doing, focus on the content.” He's probably mentioned the word 'focus' five times by now.

Zhongli uses his thumb to part your flesh, giving way for him to nuzzle his head against your hole. He's exactly how you imagined him to be, except all you can really feel is the condom rather than his skin, none of his veins and all—which was, really, the more important details.

Its a slow movement as he slides himself into you, gently kneading the plush of your waist—an absent-minded habit you assume. He's not excruciatingly thick; he's rather average, but there's something about the way he could reach so deep without causing any external pain makes your knees buck just a little.

All the words and educational paragraphs all become a blur the moment he fully sheaths himself inside of you. He pauses, letting you soak in the situation before he pulls out, only just to slam himself back in. Your little gasps and moans earns another cruel thrust, forcing you to arch your back as he holds you in place.

“It's difficult, is it?” He's using that teacher tone on you, but you can tell there's a slight mock in his voice as he watches you disregard the paper, crumpling it under your hands as you grip at anything you can.

“I can always assign you easier work if that makes you feel better.” He tilts your head back, letting you see him through the corner of your eye as he continuously pounds into you, the obscene sound of skin against skin loud enough that you started to worry the janitors wold hear.

“I can do it,” you grit through your teeth despite the pants and whispers.

“I don't think you can,” he cooes, gently holding your jaw as he lets you rest your head against his palm. The only reason he's holding your head up is to ensure you don't get a headache from how hard your body is recoiling from his thrusts.

He practically drags his cock in and out of you, angling his hips in a way that would hit your prostate almost every single time. His hands were gentle on your skin, holding you like you were a porcelain doll, but his thrusts were punishing.

As your whines grew, he knew you were getting close, seeing the way your legs trembled underneath you, barely holding you up. The hand Zhongli had on your hip moves to pick up your leaking tip in his hands, smoothing his thumb over the slit. He holds it there, denying you of any release.

“Are you ready to listen in my lectures?” He hums, leaning his head down to get a good look at your face.

“No more talking back?” he adds, marvelling in the way you're eyes dip in and out of focus. You nod, unable to find your voice from how hard you were yelling while he was hitting all the right spots. He flashes a polite smile, removing his thumb from blocking your urethra and gently massaging your tip to coax out a orgasm.

It hits you like a train, sparks darting across your vision as your dick stiffens, spurting out a copious amount of white all over Zhongli's desk. You go limp in his hold, chest still heaving from the intensity of your high. It takes a few more, slow pumps before he's pulling out, taking off the used plastic and throwing it into the trash can underneath his desk.

“How was that? Did I do your 'hands on learning' correct?” He could really enchant someone with that voice.

a / n : sorry this was short T T I just needed to get something out . I literally forgot how Zhongli acted halfway through so this is probably very ooc . . .

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Day 1 without Adrien and im losing my mind

maybe at day 200 you'll get him back /j