#zhongli x female reader

[jinkicake]

Forced / Arranged Marriage Trope 

Diluc, Ayato, Pierro, Zhongli x Reader

A/N: this took me ages to write (cough cough ayato) and even longer to edit but i dont care i love this trope... i hope you like it too </3 i love mean m3n! the whole ‘oh i dont think he loves me but he actually does’ is so fun.... so fun

fem!reader bc I like the use of ‘wife’

WC - 3.3k

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Diluc R. 

“Where is my wife?” 

The echo of Diluc’s demanding tone as he enters the Winery almost makes Adelinde flinch. From all her years of caring for the young owner, she knows too well what a sensitive spot you are for the man. The head maid tends to keep a watchful eye on you both out of the kindness in her own heart even when you and Diluc are in somewhat of a quarrel. 

“In your study,” Adelinde doesn’t look at Diluc as she continues to dust a lamp, she works diligently but keeps her ears sharp all the same. Nothing ever slips out from under her nose. 

A gentle smile appears on her lips as Diluc passes her and heads straight for the large doors of his office. 

“Where were you?” Diluc’s anger is something you’ve come accustomed to lately. Over the course of your relationship from mere acquaintances to forced husband and wife, you’ve never noticed how well you manage to step on his toes. 

“Where was I?” You repeat while continuing to flip through one of the romance novels Jean recommended to you. Your husband came in at such an awful time, right in the middle of a scene full of tension and declarations of love. A quiet sigh leaves your lips as you close the book in hopes of picking it up again later. 

“We have an arrangement at six o’clock in front of the gates every day,” Diluc does little to hide his frustrations, that much is clear to you as you finally run your eyes over his tensed form. He stands tall in front of you on the opposite side of the desk, his large arms flexed from where they’re crossed over his broad chest. “have you forgotten?”

No, you have not. 

Today of all days, you wanted to have a few extra minutes to yourself so you left work early and practically ran home. It’s not that you didn’t want your husband to accompany you like he does most days but, you really wanted to finish your new novel in peace. You never imagined that Diluc would care this much about your absence. 

“It appears to have slipped my mind,” You try to give him a kind smile, an innocent gesture but Diluc knows you too well. He sighs before pinching the bridge of his nose in an attempt to ease the headache that is forming. 

“I thought something had happened to you,” His outburst surprises you but, you don’t let it show on your face. Diluc’s protectiveness is something you’ve always been aware of yet it manages to catch you off guard every time. As time goes on, you think you’ll start to become more accustomed to it. “you know of the dangers that lurk out there.”

“I am capable enough to make it home by myself, Master Diluc,” You reach for your book again but Diluc is quick to clasp his hand over your own, he pins your wrist down against his wooden desk and tries to keep the anger in his eyes leveled with his fiery hair. 

“I told you not to call me that,” There’s a slight defeat in his voice, one that almost makes you feel guilty for teasing him. He hates it. The name makes him sound like a stranger to you, it makes him think that you don’t see him in the same light. Diluc always hoped that you would return a mere flicker of affection in the candle that is his love for you. However, he doesn’t like to fool himself. “do not leave me waiting tomorrow. I will pick you up at six o’clock.”

“Alright,” You sigh and gently place your chin on your palm, elbow resting against his large desk. Diluc looks you over with hard eyes as if he is mentally contemplating his next move. You expected him to head straight for the door and leave, to start the same nightly tasks he always runs off to when he drops you off at home. He doesn’t. 

Instead, the winery owner takes a step closer to you and grits his teeth. He bends down with little hesitation and places a harsh kiss on your cheekbone before leaving the study with a soft click of the door. His affection catches you off guard, causing your heart to thump in your chest. 

Every day he wins your heart over a little more.

By the time Adelinde pokes her head in a few minutes later, you’re still not sure if you have wiped the surprise off of your face. The head maid gives you a gentle smile as she pretends to dust a book, offering a piece of advice and a grim reminder. 

“Lady (Y/N), please try to understand where he is coming from. If something were to happen to you, Master Diluc would lose his family all over again.”

K. Ayato

“Your marriage cannot fail.”

There were many rules and guidelines set for you and the Yashiro Commissioner on the premise of your alliance. Above all, you were sworn to protect the name of the Tri-Commission. The two of you are to maintain the facade of a happy marriage in the face of the Narukami population and the entirety of Inazuma. 

The rule itself is very simple but, places an uncomfortable weight on your shoulders. You fear that you’ll one day be crushed by the severity of the situation. 

At least, your husband tries his best with you.

“Are you retiring for the evening, dear?” In passing, Ayato stops you as he heads for his office. He offers you a kind smile and a delicate brush of his fingertips against your elbow. You nearly shiver at the contact over the material of your clothes. 

“I am. Will you be joining me?” Eight months of being married to him and you have learned not to expect anything. It prevents the bitter heartache that forms every time his face slightly drops and his ounce of affection for you reverts back into professionalism. 

“Forgive me but, I will not. I need to finish reviewing a proposal from the Kanjou Commission.” His hand leaves your arm and falls pitifully back to his side. It’s as if the mere thought of being a husband closes him off to you. 

“I see.” You know how he despises small talk and would just rather get to the point so you ultimately end the interaction for him. There is no fight coming from your side, no fit that is thrown, you simply continue on with your life. 

“Good night.” As Ayato leans down and gently kisses your cheek, he firmly holds onto your bicep with a soft squeeze. It’s a flash of love that leaves your cheeks warm and your heart fluttering as he excuses himself and makes his way toward his office. 

No matter how much you want to believe in him, you can’t help but think that everything is all for show. 

Sleep doesn’t come easy for you that night, it never does when you’re set to spend it alone. The utter silence of the bedroom causes your boredom to hit an all-time high as you stupidly decide to seek out your husband.

Hours ago you were mentally cursing his existence while simultaneously bathing in his affections and now, you’re reaching out for him again. 

Do you want him or not? Do you love him or hate him?

You really don’t know. 

“Wife, you’re still awake.” It takes Ayato a few moments to greet you after you enter his office. The quiet noise of his door sliding shut pulls him away from his work for the briefest moment as his blue eyes glance over your body. Ultimately, he looks back down at his paper and then attempts to organize his thoughts and desk by neatly stacking the scrolls. “Are you having trouble sleeping?”

Ayato holds his hand out to you and you hesitantly place your fingers against his own. He takes the inch you give him and turns it into a mile as he tugs you toward him. 

You kneel beside him now and through the force of his pull, you begin to lean against his shoulder. Under his touch, you become stiff and it causes your husband to laugh. 

Your head starts to hurt at trying to read him.

“You confuse me,” You whisper as Ayato cups your cheek, despite how you keep your eyes glued to his table, he has no problem selfishly forcing you to look at him. 

“I confuse you?” He repeats and slightly tilts his head while looking you over, like this his face is inches away from yours. “How can I possibly make myself clear to you?” His quiet murmurs don’t distract you from the way he’s lowering his face. You stop him before he can get any closer. 

“That is what I mean, if you touch me so easily I will misunderstand your feelings.” You attempt to move from the tight grip he has on you but, you can’t get free. “Don’t kiss me if you don’t love me.”

Ayato merely hums and loosens his grip on your shoulder. At the chance to put some much-needed space between the two of you, you ultimately fall back against the floor. Your husband follows quickly and once again latches onto you as he places his arms on either side of your head. 

His soft lips hover over your ear, brushing along your cheek before he places a soft peck on your jaw. 

“I kiss you,” He watches your every move as his hand cups your cheek. The slight of you nervously squirming does more to him than he cares to admit. “because I love you.”

Pierro

“Enough with the unnecessary dramatics.” Scolding you is something of second nature to the first of the eleven Fatui harbingers. He picks you apart and molds you into the perfect shape until that shape no longer holds any value to him. When he finds a flaw, Pierro starts all over again. “Crafting when there is work to be done, have you no shame?” 

For as cruel as he acts, your husband is utterly obsessed with you.

He glares down at you, and at the ceramic flower pot you poured your heart and soul into creating for him, with hostility in his eyes. Your caring hands shaped a perfectly sized holder, one in perfect condition and your husband will be sure to put it on display within his office. It will be perfect on his desk and when he misses your companionship, he will be sure to look at it and remember the fondness he holds for you.

Even if you hate him all the same.

“What work do you expect a lonely housewife to be doing?” The fire in your eyes rivals the flames that once burned his nation to the ground. Despite the fight in your soul, Pierro will have no trouble shaping you back into order. You grit your teeth at him, nearly barring your anger and the harbinger finally puts his paperwork down to look at you. 

You’ll never understand him and he’ll never understand you. 

All this started because you wanted to give him a stupid gift that you now deeply regret. You thought that if an ounce of kindness could touch his heart then maybe he would show a drop of affection, a mere plop of something that isn’t disappointment towards you.

“I expect you to keep this house in order.” His voice is hard, set in stone, as he shifts his shoulders back to sit up even straighter in his head chair. “You can’t possibly be doing that when you are distracted by irrelevant tasks.”

“You are a stupid old man,” Your glare is fierce as you curse him and mentally curse the Tsaritsa for setting your fate. This is a loveless marriage, a misalliance. How could she have done this to you? 

Pierro’s eyes narrow towards you as he waits for you to finish your tantrum, it ends with a loud slam of his office door. You have, no doubt, retreated to the room you call your ‘own’ despite being forced to share a room with him. The man would lock your door if he could, to keep you out of your room and instead by his side. But, above everything, your husband does deeply care about you and tries to respect your space. 

His affection has since grown for you after he met you, months before he lifted the veil off of your face during your marriage ceremony. Only the Tsaritsa could have blessed him with such a gift, a treasure that he will be sure to spoil until the end of his days. 

No matter how strongly you fight him, how much you resist, his love will never dull. If only his feelings were strong enough to get through to you. 

Later in the evening, Pierro finds you again. He discovers you curled up under your blankets, a pillow hugged to your chest and another pressed against your back. He has no issue ripping the pillow away from you as if the offending piece of furniture was daring to hide you from him. There’s little struggle in the way he picks you up in his arms, scooping his large forearms under your thighs and back to hold you against his chest. 

He doesn’t blink as he walks past stationed Fatui subordinates to your shared bedroom, he doesn’t even flinch when you jolt awake and then sulk in his arms. Without a fight, you let him place you on the right side of the bed before he heads toward the door and locks it. 

While Pierro gets rid of his daily attire, you choose to glare at the duvet. Your frustrations don’t last long when you catch onto his armor now painting the floor. The sensual drop of each article catches your attention quickly and you don’t hide the way you stare. Anger be damned, you want him. 

Your husband has to pretend not to notice your lustful gaze. Somewhere in his chest, his pride surges at the way your eyes run over his tanned skin. He teases you and takes his time with finding his spare clothes for sleep. 

But before the harbinger can even think about getting into bed, you’re already behind him and wrapping your arms around his thick waist. You don’t shy away from your affections as you press your face into his muscular back and dip your hands down towards the front of his pants. 

It’s as if the beloved and feared Tsaritsa knew exactly what she was doing when she paired the two of you together. Through love and hate, she made the perfect match.

Zhongli

“Please get those glaze lilies out of my sight.” The beautiful flower, delicate and pure, reminds you of all the things you are not. You can’t stand to see them paraded in a vase, decorated by your husband as he tends to the flowers more than he has ever tended to you. 

Zhongli freezes at the harsh tone coming from your lips, he turns to you slowly with confusion etched into his features. His hand which was once gently holding onto the petal of the flower falls to his side. 

“I don’t understand.” Although he tries to read you and figure out where you are coming from, he simply can’t. 

“I am tired of those flowers and I hate looking at them.” Resentment pours out of you in buckets, years and years of self-hatred boils over at the mere glance of a petal. You accepted that you would be stuck in a loveless marriage the second the Adepti arranged this misalliance. In their eyes, and all the eyes of the archons, you are nothing more than a tool. Almighty Morax needs to produce offspring, who better to satisfy him than a healthy human?

But, much to your relief (and despair), you’ve never once spent the night with the man yet. Not in all seven years of your marriage have either of you gotten as close as a kiss. There must be another in his heart, someone he cares for but could never have, you’re sure of it.

From the beginning, you accepted that he would never love you or cherish you the way you secretly wish that he would but, that doesn’t mean you can stand to watch how he fawns over fucking glaze lilies. 

“Where is this hostility coming from?” Zhongli rises from the floor, from where he was on his knees tending to his beloved bouquet. Anger courses through your veins and causes the tips of your fingers to shake. How could you ever explain it to him?

“Are you married to those flowers?” Your question makes the archon tilt his head before he glances back at the large vase. 

“I am not.”

“Then why do you touch them more than you touch me?” Through your frustrations, you missed the slight widening of your husband’s eyes. For a mere second, he finally got through to you. “You love those flowers more than you love me!”

If you’re getting this upset because of him, feeling jealousy and envy to the point that it nearly swallows you whole because of him-

“Does this mean that you have feelings for me?” Zhongli calmly looks you over but, he is anything but calm on the inside. Nothing about him right now is rational as he mentally fights back the primal need to have you. He has adored you since the second he laid eyes on you, not that you would ever notice. 

You look absolutely revolted by his question and you try to swat it away with the back of your hand. 

“What?” Nothing about you is prepared for this situation or the way Morax is closing in on you. For each step that your husband takes, you take a step away from him until your back hits the window built into your wall. Zhongli towers over you and braces some of his weight on his hands placed on either side of your head. 

“Do you love me, wife?” He shifts his head forward, tilting his face down so that his hair covers his eyes. You hold your breath. His sharp nose runs along your jaw before guiding your head to tilt back. “Do you acknowledge me as your husband, finally?”

You place your hands flat on his chest to try and push him away but try as you might, Morax does not budge. 

“W-Why would I love you? You don’t even love me?” Your scoff and lies do little to hide how fast your heart is racing, to hide the flustered state you are in. 

“I don’t love you?” He murmurs before his fingers come up to cup your jaw. “You were the one who picked those flowers for our wedding, it is through my love and my love alone that they’ve been preserved for so long.”

“Your love for another.” You confirm with hard eyes and the sight, along with your answer, makes Zhongli click his jaw. He tightly presses his lips together before letting out a quiet and defeated sigh. 

“My love for you.” At long last, the truth is out. The secret Zhongli has cultivated and tended to for years is revealed because of your childish outburst. “Don’t you understand?”

You can’t form any words back as all you do is gape at him like a fish out of water. Zhongli takes the matter into his hands furthermore. His fingers tilt your chin up and force you to look up at him. There’s nothing but pure adoration in his bright eyes. 

“If I may, allow me to show you, dear wife.”

[water-to-drink]

If Only I Can Turn Back Time

(Pairing): Zhongli x gn!reader x Childe (separate)

(Synopsis): After taking the life of his lover thousands of years ago, Zhongli finds your current incarnation with another lover

(Tags/Warnings): Angst no comfort, blood, pet names (sunshine, darling, & babe), non consensual touching, not beta read (wrote this instead of sleeping), might feel rushed, (if I missed something lmk)

(Word Count): 1.1k

(A/n): It’s sad bitch hours folks

𓂃 𓈒𓏸𑁍𓂃 𓈒𓏸𑁍𓂃 𓈒𓏸𑁍𓂃 𓈒𓏸𑁍𓂃 𓈒𓏸𑁍𓂃 𓈒𓏸𑁍𓂃 𓈒𓏸𑁍

“Morax…? Why?” You gurgled due to your blood coming up to your mouth due to the gaping hole in your stomach

“I’m sorry it had to come to this, but I told you I would do anything for my people.” The god you used to call your lover replied coldly

You grit your teeth to say something to the stone god, but you decide against it instead opting to let tears run down your face as your vision gradually fades

The mystery of what you were originally planning on being your last words still plagues Morax to this day, in his new life stepping down from his role as archon and living the rest of his days as the mortal known as Zhongli. Were your final words going to declarations of love or hatred? He wouldn’t blame you if it was the latter, he would hate himself too

For years he tried to justify it by telling himself that it was the best for his people, but after the years of self reflection he realized it was only to protect himself. Truly thinking that if you died by his hands then it would save him from the heart break Osial’s betrayal caused him

Letting his paranoia get the best of him after Osial’s betrayal and Guizhong’s death he killed the last pillar holding up his life

“Hey! Are you listening?” The familiar voice of a ginger haired man brought Zhongli out of his bout of self-loathing

“Oh, I’m sorry. Please continue.”

“As I was saying my amazing wonderful beautiful finance is coming to Liyue!” Childe smiled and continued. “Their boat is arriving today and I’m so excited, I wish to have them in my arms and listen to talk!”

Zhongli sipped his tea as the young man continued to gust about you and how much he misses you. Reuniting with your lover is beautiful thing, he remembers the times where you would run into his loving embrace. Spinning you in his arms, hearing your melodic laughter, seeing your precious smiling face, feeling the softness of your lips. Sweet memories that will always be close to his heart

“Ah! Their boat is arriving now!” Childe looked at his watch and quickly ran down to the harbor, leaving his tea on the table. From his seat he spotted the distinctive mop of ginger running to the docks as a boat arrives to port

Though he is not a nosey person, Zhongli couldn’t help himself to hone his hearing onto Childe. Who is this person that captured the bloodthirsty man’s heart and made him giddy like a schoolboy? His curiosity was peaked

“Sunshine!”

“Gingersnap!” A familiar voice rings throughout the dragon’s ears

Hesitantly turning his head he sees a sight that he thought he would never see again. There you are, walking and talking like how you used to before the war. Even the smile he vividly remembers is still the same, only that it’s made for someone else

The Harbinger you’re currently hugging

Still in a state of shock Zhongli didn’t register that you and Childe were making your way up the stairs, until the both of you were right in front of him

“As I told you before, this is my fiancé (Y/N).” Childe introduced

Your name was different but still beautifully matched you, a name he wouldn’t dare shorten it to a nickname. A name that every syllable should be worthship whenever it rolls off his tongue

“Zhongli, pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Pleased to meet you, Tartaglia has told me a lot about you.”

As the days progressed he got to learn more about this current incarnation of you, there were many things that remained the same yet, some things different. Learning about your new likes felt like he was falling in love with you all over again

“You know Zhongli, it feels like I known you for a long time.” You mention offhandedly

Oh how much he wants to hold your hand and tell you it’s because the two of you were lovers in the past. To beg for forgiveness for what he did to you and promise that he would devote his entire existence to protecting you

Despite priding himself on his patience Zhongli feels it wearing thin with each pasting second. There’s a constant conflict going on inside of him, one side wanting to leave you alone and let you enjoy your new life and the other side wanting you to remember the time where the two of you were lovers. It feels like a kettle that’s about to explode

“Goodbye, Zhongli.” You said, heartbreakingly similar to the way you said your last goodbye to him

Against his better judgement he reaches towards you and wraps his arms around you in a tight embrace

“H-hey! Let go of me!” You said as you struggled against his grip

“Please. Please, remember.” He uncharacteristically pleaded as he began to use some Adeptal magic on you to share some of memories with you

Memories of your first time meeting, your conversations that would last til the sun sets, him confessing his feelings to you, your first time being intimate with each other. Every memory that he has involving you being shared, from the first moment to the last

Slowly you stopped struggling against him and he releases you from his grip. You pushed him away and turned to face him, your eyes had a glint of recollection yet confliction to them signaling that your old memories are flooding back into your mind

“Morax…”

“Darling.” Zhongli whispers as he opens his arms and slowly approaches you

Extending your arm out you stop the former archon from coming closer

He wanted to asked what was wrong but the look of betrayal on your face, the same expression you wore the day he used his spear to strike you down, told him everything that he needed to know

You don’t love him like you did before

Rapid footsteps alerted the two of you to the upcoming presence of another. A mop of orange hair pops up before the harbinger makes his way up the stairs and kisses you on the cheek

“Hey babe, is something the matter?” Childe asked, sensing the tension between the two of you

“Oh I was just saying goodbye to Mr. Zhongli.” You stated with a smile to your lover

Heartbroken he watched as the two of you walked down the stairs, your words getting out of ear shot

You turned to glance at your former lover one last time before returning your attention to the young man

[angelltheninth]

An Archon's Fated One

Pairing: Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, failed arranged marriage, running away, love confession, loss of virginity, kissing, mating bite, protectiveness, creampie, tail shenanigans, Rex Lapis!Zhongli

Word count: 1.5k

Ao3

A/N: Come get your dragonfucking smut!

You knew from the start that the arranged marriage wouldn't work out. Your so called husband was an abusive, entitled asshole, besides your heart already belonged to someone else. It has for a very long time. He was the only one you loved, the man you ran to for safety and comfort, Rex Lapis, Morax, or as you knew him, Zhongli.

The door to his home opened as soon as you approached, he senses you, moreover he sensed your distress. "Ah, I didn't mean to frighten you. When I felt you approach I... your... your wrists... your neck... what?" His eyes widened in horror as he took you in. You must have looked pretty pathetic to him, crying and cowering by his side as he ushered you inside, placing his hooded coat over you, unmindful of his own half-nakedness.

He didn't push you for answers, he ordered for a bath to be ready for you, and any change of clothes you wished. When you walked beside him you could feel his thick tail caressing your lower back and your legs. No hands. Not until you told him it was okay to do so.

Would he think you even weaker if he knew? You were human so you already paled in comparison to a god. You knew that even if he shared your feelings your relationship would never last. Zhongli opened the door for you to show you into the bedroom you normally stayed at when you spent the nights at his place. He never crossed the line of sleeping with you, he never even kissed you, the most you got out of him were late night cuddles and breakfast.

No wonder your husband was jealous. You spent more time with here then with him. Doesn't change the fact that you never wanted to marry him in the first place. Or what he did to you.

"Wait." You called out, hands touching Zhongli's tail, "Please don't go. I'm... scared of being alone tonight."

Zhongli turned to face you and let his hands hover over your shoulders, still waiting for your signal. After you gave him a nod you felt his warmth, his arms pull you into a hug, against his chest, felt exactly where his arm markings stopped, and when you hugged him back felt where his dragon trail began as your hands rested on the small of his back.

The bed was just as soft as always, like what you imagined sleeping on a cloud might feel like. The only sturdiness was Zhongli himself. "He did this, am I correct?" Your tremble of fear was confirmation enough. Zhongli snarled, his eyes flashing bring yellow for a moment before he took a deep breath of your scent to calm down. "I should have sensed it. I should have been there. I am so sorry darling."

You snuggled deeper into his arms, taking in his comforting words and petname, "I told him I wanted a divorce, that... there was someone else." His arms slackened slightly, but you kept going, "I told him I loved an Archon and he laughed at first. Then I told him... that it was you. He... accused me of cheating on him."

His silence invited you to keep talking, as did his tail, now coiling around you.

"Because I was here so often he thought we were sleeping together. Didn't believe me when I said we were only friends. He got angry, really angry." Your body shook remembering his hands around your neck, the names he called you, the insults.

"So you ran here. To me." Zhongli's voice sounded lower then usual. It sent a very different kind of chill down your body, one that finished between your legs. It was shameful. How something so simple had an effect on you. It wasn't anything new for you, when you were in here you always had your hand between your legs at least once a night, not daring to call his name out.

"Because I knew you'd keep me safe Zhongli. I trust you."

"You love me." He announced, shifting his body until he was on top of you, looking down at you, his face still stoic but his hands conveying his love as they cupped your face. "If you so wish, if you would allow me, I could make you my woman. My mate."

Your heart wanted it, your cunt did too, pulsing and empty, "I don't need you to pity me. I know I'm just a human. I have nothing to offer you."

"That is not true. For years now you've been coming here, keeping me company, talking to me, keeping me from going insane. Also," He bent down and nosed your neck, "don't think I don't know what you've been doing in here. This is my domain, I hear and see everything and everyone."

It was probably you who spread your legs for him, made it easy for his hips to push between them, for him to press his rock hard bulge against your core. There was so much heat between you two, but not enough friction. He could fix that, you could see he ached to fix that if only you said the words.

"Zhongli, please make me yours." Every other time you uttered those words it was in the thorns of passion and without him there to do so. Now he was here, on top of you, pealing off your clothes layer by layer until you lay naked beneath him. His pants followed, revealing that hard cock that's been the subject of your dreams for so many nights.

"Has he..." Zhongli trailed off, his body shaking as he aligned himself up with your entrance, gathered some wetness at the tip and waited.

You shook your head, "He wanted me to submit on my own, but how could I when I only wanted you." You reached back, undoing the tie in his hair with one hand and scratching at the base of his strong horn with the other, feeling the scales there. And with your heels you felt the beginning of his tail as you pulled him closer, "I want you to be the only one for me from now on."

"And I shall be." Zhongli handled you with gentleness, but also possessiveness, his hands running to your hips, his eyes following the bounce of your breasts when he entered you, the gulp you made that tapered off into a moan. It was very much to his liking. "My bite, I will hurt. However if you're to be my mate, my bride, it's necessary."

The pain of it scared you a little, but the pleasure you currently felt, his big, thick, throbbing cock rolling in and out of you with every movement of his hips was enough to distract you. You leaned up to kiss him first, "I do." You whispered against his lips, which made him tilt his head, "It's how humans seal a wedding."

"Ah. Then... I do." Zhongli's lips felt much hotter than your own, every part of him felt hotter. You wondered how his cum would feel. Your pussy clenched around him at the thought. His cock responded by twitching.

You leaned your head backwards, exposing your neck to him. His claws dug into the sheets and bedding beside your hips, clawing and tearing at them, he was trying to hold back from finishing. "I wanted you for so long. So long, my darling. The amount of seed I wasted when I should have been planting it inside your womb instead... it angers me."

Sharp teeth ticked your skin, feeling you gulp before they settled between your neck and your shoulder, "Please. I want to be yours Zhongli. In every sense of the word."

That firm tail now wrapped around your leg like a snake, pulling it to the side so that he could have even more room. You were right, the bite hurt, but the pain was pale when compared to the pleasure that flowed both in and out of you moments later. You were hot all over, hot as your body arched against his, hot on the inside as you would be impregnated by his seed tonight, the sheer amount spilling from you, making your thighs sticky.

Despite giving it your best shot you couldn't leave marks on his back, but you knew he felt that you tried, a pleasant rumble emanating from his lips as they pulled away from your neck. Zhongli rolled you both to the side, his tail trading being coiled around your leg to being coiled around your hips.

One of his hand pressed down against your stomach, his voice low, "I love you." It was almost too quiet to be a whisper. "I will keep you safe, I promise you. Nothing and no one will ever bring you harm again."

If you had enough strength you would have cried again at that very moment. There will be time for tears, both happy and sad in the future. For now you wanted to rest, to sleep your first night with him soundly. With him, Rex Lapis, Morax, Zhongli, your new husband.

[lavandulawrites]

Undeserving

Yandere Zhongli x reader

Zhongli is definitely a terrifying yandere. (Let me know if anyone wanna be apart of my taglist).

Synopsis: Zhongli takes it upon himself to rid the world of those who sin

Masterlist

Warnings: explicit violence,torn limbs, kinda gory, Zhongli is very possessive, Zhongli is completely feral, reader is not directly involved with any of the violence

Word count: 2223

Zhongli had always seen himself as a reasonable man. Even before he had taken on the name Zhongli. He valued respect and honour. Zhongli had always held a fondness for contracts and their power. He often preferred to negotiate rather than fighting. It was more proper after all.

It was however in moments like this, his polished appearance faltered and revealed the beast within that had slain many.

His glowed fingers loosened his tie before he elegantly slipped off his leather gloves. He placed both his tie and his gloves on the mantle on the unlit fireplace. He slowly turned to face the sinner that sat on his newly bought antique armchair. Zhongli’s skin crawled at the sight of that vermin who had made himself extremely comfortable in his beloved chair.

The man whose name was Haoyu sipped on a cup of pipping hot tea. He showed no care for Zhongli’s possessions and handled the cup with much carelessness.

Zhongli clenched his fists behind his back. Though a dragon was only one of his many forms, his bloodlust was still ever present. His fanged teeth clenched together as he recalled the days he had used those teeth to tear out his enemies throats. No matter what kind of form Zhongli took, his golden reptile like eyes and his long sharp fangs was something he never managed to conceal.

He walked over to the chair which was opposite of Haoyu’s. His steps no different from a stalking predator. With elegance he sat down and crossed his legs. He leaned back in his chair as he picked up his own cup of tea. He inhaled the aroma and sighed him delight at the delicious smell. The tea hot and intense as it filled his throat.

“Do you have any ideas for your brother’s funeral? Or any specific wishes for the ceremony?” he asked the black haired man.

Haoyu rubbed his goatee while he drummed his fingers on the armrest. “I don’t have any specific wishes. I just want to have him buried as fast as possible. I am a busy man you see” his voice had the same pitch as that of an squealing pig.

“I see” Zhongli nodded. “As for payment, the director wants to know when you are able to pay” he continued with an almost bored voice.

“Soon. I just need to make sure my next business deal goes well. So maybe in a week or two. Two is more likely” the bearded man shrugged.

Zhongli’s golden eyes narrowed before he chuckled. “Director Hu Tao needs the payment before Friday, meaning in three days. I have told you so many times” his smiled forced. The director of the funeral parlour was a remarkable young woman. Her youthfulness made Zhongli almost feel young again and he enjoyed her company. He acted as her counsellor and a kind of guardian. Though the guardian part was something that had happened over time.

Zhongli’s appearance was youthful and he looked somewhere in his early to mid thirties. Despite that, his wisdom was greater than all of the elderly in the city combined. He knew that Hu Tao suspected that he wasn’t human, but he never addressed it.

“I don’t think I will be able to” the middle aged man shrugged. He sipped more of his tea and didn’t notice how he spilled some on his shirt.

The former geo archon’s eyes turned cold. His finger stabbing the inside of his palms. “You will have to find a way. We can’t propound the payment any longer.”

Haoyu sighed. “Don’t be so difficult! I’m sure you’ll be able to do something” he winked his goat like eyes at the brunette.

Zhongli felt offended at the ugliness that sat in front of him. “No. I am not able to ‘do something’” his voice monotone. If Zhongli wanted to, he would be able to convince Hu Tao to propound the payment, but he did not feel like doing so.

The man sneered. “Fine” he groaned like the pig he was. He downed the last of his tea and slammed it onto the newly polished mahogany table.

Zhongli’s eyes twitched at the blatantly rudeness. He took a deep breath before he rose to his feet. “I remember I told you about my collection of tableware. I should give you a tour before you leave” he smiled politely at the irritated man.

Haoyu’s frown quickly turned into a smile. “Oh I would love that” he stood up and stretched his limbs, nearly knocking down his teacup from the table.

Zhongli led him to the room where he kept his various collections. Rows upon rows of tea seats filled one of the long walls. Haoyu stopped in front of a delicate purple clay teapot. He lifted it up from its shelf and studied it closely.

Zhongli closed his eyes in annoyance, but continued to play the part of a good host. He showed him his various treasures and Haoyu was overjoyed by the different riches.

Zhongli followed Haoyu out to the hallway. “Before you leave, I want to ask you something” his voice polite.

Haoyu raised an eyebrow. “Alright. Go on.”

Zhongli ignore his rude tone yet again. “I have heard that you are good acquaintances with [Name]” his voice as calm as still water.

The man smirked at his words. “Yeah, you could say that… She’s quite the looker” he laughed. His fat fingers clasped together.

Zhongli reminded silent. He’s face similar to his many statues that were scattered over the country.

At the taller man’s silence, Haoyu raised his brow. “Why are you asking?”

Zhongli walked towards a painting of a bamboo forest. His back facing Haoyu. “I do not like it when people get their greedy hands on what’s mine. It angers me. And very much so” his voice had a sharp edge to it.

He turned slowly to face him. “You are a foul man. You lack both tact and elegance” his diamond shaped pupils small in disgust. He stalked towards him with slow steps.

Haoyu slumped his shoulders at Zhongli’s fury. He gulped loudly as his back hit the wall.

“You are not worthy of [Name’s] presence. She has told me countless times that she finds you revolting” his rage cold in his veins as he looked down at the man who had sinned the greatest sin of all. His cold golden gaze flickered down to the man’s hands. The very hands that had touched his beloved.

“I-I promise to never speak to her or touch her ever again!” Haoyu uttered as he slumped even further together. His legs were shaking in fear.

His stuttering a clear sign of his cowardice and Zhongli found it humorous how his brutish façade was just only that: a façade.

The adeptus’ entire body was filled with the want, need, to spill the blood of the man who had crossed him. He flex his hands along his side and felt the welcoming power of geo that flowed through his veins. He raised his hand in a quick motion as he wrapped it around Haoyu’s neck. He slammed his head against his wall, not caring about his expensive wallpaper.

“All sinners must pay for their sins. You are no different” he spat. Zhongli’s eyes glowed a golden hue which was the main telltale sign of his non-humanity.

Haoyu desperately tried to defend himself, but the strong hand that held his neck only tightened. The sound of his struggling breath was music to his ears.

“Be quiet” was all he said before he dropped the man.

The bearded man quickly crawled towards the front door before Zhongli brought his foot down and kicked him in his ribs. The sound of bones creaking brought a small smile to the former archon’s face.

Haoyu screamed as snoot and tears streamed down his disgusting face. He loudly prayed to be saved by Rex Lapis.

Zhongli scoffed before he brought his foot at the nap of Haoyu’s neck. He pressed down, earning a cry from the black haired man. “Take his name out of your filthy mouth” he sneered.

He manifested his spear and pointed it towards the man who laid in a kneeling position on the floor. The pointed tip, glittering in the light. His polearm had been his trusted companion throughout many years.

“Get up” his tone dominating.

Haoyu scrambled up to his legs and clutched his side in pain. His dark eyes looked up at Zhongli in fear.

Zhongli raised his spear before he brought it down to Haoyu’s left shoulder. The spear pierced his flesh and made contact with the bone. Red blood splattered on the hardwood floor. Haoyu screamed in pain.

“AGH! Fuck! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!” he screamed as he tried to stop the bleeding with his fat hand.

The brunette laughed at his pitiful cries. “No one will help you. They cannot hear you on the outside” his lips twisted up into a cruel smile. He had used adeptal arts to completely soundproof his home.

He stalked towards his prey and stopped right in front of him. His polished shoes soaking in blood. He sneered in disgust.

He rose his empty hand. His finger tips turned into claws which he used to slash through the neck of the sinner in front of him. Haoyu gurgled on his blood as he desperately clutched his throat. His eyes wet as they pleaded to the god in front of him.

Zhongli brought his bloodied hand before him. Torn skin was attached to his long black claws. He shook his hand and sent the skin flying towards Haoyu.

With a splat the skin landed on his forehead which resulted in him throwing up. Vomit spewed out from his mouth and the gaping hole in his throat. The sight was disgusting and Zhongli felt even more offended. The smell of vomit reached his strong nose and he crushed his inhuman sense of smell.

He reattached his claws and sat his spear neatly against the wall behind him. He crouched down to the dying man’s level. His godly eyes scanning his. “You brought this upon yourself” was all he said.

Long elegant fingers wrapped around Haoyu’s left arm. Zhongli waited till he was sure he was sure he paid attention. He then ripped his arm off with no effort. The tearing sound echoed in the hallway. Blood gushed from the open wound. It was going to be long before he died from blood loss. Zhongli tossed the arm away before he stood up.

“Stand” he commanded.

Haoyu struggled like a newborn fawn, but managed to stand. His appearance similar to that of a mangled corpse than a living human.

Zhongli brought his hand up to his chest. The power of geo poured out from his every pores and onto the man in front of him.

Slowly, but surely his chest turned into stone. Haoyu screamed as loudly as his damaged vocal cords let him. Zhongli was sure to be slow. It was important for him to feel the pain as long as he could.

His harsh eyes met the gaping hole in his throat. Tendons clearly visible. His vocal cords looked rather teared as well as his Adam’s apple which was completely damaged.

“You should apologise for your unkempt appearance” Zhongli had no humanity left in neither his voice nor eyes.

He reattached his hand. He made sure to make proper eye contact with Haoyu before he curled his hand into a fist. His fist drove into his face. Before he knew it, his fist had made a complete hole. Haoyu’s body fell limp against the floor. His face completely gone and replaced by a through hole. Brain matter covered the wall and stained his beautiful wallpaper.

Zhongli scoffed at the mess. He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and willed his hands. Th white pure fabric quickly turned grimy.

He was yet again glad for the adeptal art he was the father off. With a snap of his finger the whole hallway was clean. The hardwood floors no longer coated in warm sticky blood and the wallpaper no longer stained. The body was turned into stone which quickly turned into sand.

He brought a broom and cleaned the sand up.

He would sprinkle the sand in the garden in Haoyu’s family house.

He sat down on his armchair and breathed out. He was content with his work. The only thing missing was you by his side. He picked up the contract he had written. He would encourage you to write your name on it. Then your fate would be sealed and he would finally be able to sleep peacefully with you by his side. With Haoyu and the others who had been close to you out of the picture, it was only the two of you.

Just as it should be.

He took a sip of the rich wine and let the the liquid swirl around in his mouth. A soft smile formed on his lips. He had had the adepti make a beautiful red wedding dress with gold embroidered into the silky fabric. You would make a beautiful bride and he would do everything in order to protect you. He would even take his role as an archon again if the situation called for it.

[h2uji]

THE SMILE IS THE SHINNING SUN!! ‹𝖦𝖤𝖭𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖭 𝖨𝖬𝖯𝖠𝖢𝖳› 🐚

 ‍  ‍  ‍  ‍  ‍  ‍  ‍  ‍  ‍  ‍  ‍  ‍  ‍  ‍  ‍  ‍  ‍  ‍  ‍  ‍  ‍  !دي الابتسامه شمس طالعه بالنهار

#pairing. Ayato, Childe, Diluc, Itto, Kaeya, Thoma, Zhongli.

#genre. F!reader, Fluff

#warning/note. i got carried away with zhongli and diluc oops

s/o with adorable cheek dimples

AYATO slowly flattered his eyes open, the soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the bedroom. Hearing a tired giggle, his wife has a book on her hand, wrapping his arms around her waist and his head on her shoulder. Her giggles turn into laughs once his lips and bangs brush on her neck. Ayato couldn't help but smile at the sight of her. Her dimples, which he found utterly captivating, were on full display, and he found himself mesmerized by them.

CHILDE gaze fell on the way she took her gloves off by her teeth from the tip of her index finger blowing her hot breath on her delicate fingers that redden due to the weather, fresh snow fell down from the clouds, gentle snowflakes filled the park falling directly at the small snowman that the couple finished building, stepping back she lowered her scarf just below her cheeks smiling, Childe's heart swelled with adoration. her dimples filled him with a warmth as if it was a cozy fireplace.

DILUC frowned his brows once he opened the door of the Dawn Winery Manor. He wasn't greeted by his wife's kisses, no, it was rather a small white hopping creature with brown spots on it. Looking around the house, he's trying to figure out how it entered the house?, unless someone brought it here, hearing a commotion coming from the stairs. Curious, he peeked, and there was the culprit holding three more bunnies to her chest, carefully making her way down the steps. Diluc couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of his wife, he was usually so poised and put-together. One of the bunnies wriggled free and hopped across the floor. Diluc watched in amusement as she tried to catch it, her dimples appearing as she giggled. Diluc realized that he could never stay mad at his wife, not when her smile lit up the room and her dimples made him melt. 

ITTO could easily make his girlfriend laugh, she was always the cheerful, bubbly girl that he fell in love with. The way her eyes crinkle up when she finds something funny would immediately reflect the same smile on him. The easiest way is by telling her some jokes, which he is horrible at, but regardless, it does the job perfectly. Her melodic laughter filled the air as her dimples made an appearance. Itto beamed, feeling a surge of pride and affection for the woman he loves.

KAEYA grinned when he heard a soft gasp from her. Once his cold fingers started running up and down her sides, her much warmer hands grabbed each arm from each side, trying to stop him, but of course he wouldn't. She had been pouty all morning. He missed her adorable dimples that adorn her cheeks. She tried holding her laughter until she gave up and burst out laughing and squirming under him, revealing the special charm on each side of her cheeks.

THOMA carefully poured a cascade of colorful sprinkles over the freshly iced confetti cake, the scent of vanilla and sugar filled the kitchen, the blond gulped once she took the first bite. The tender warmth of the cake melts in her taste buds, the soft crunch of the sprinkles adds a sweeter flavor, a small smile that was enough to reveal her most attractive feature made his shoulders relax ,revealing the pure joy and warmth that radiated from within.

ZHONGLI sighed in delight once his back felt a comfortable position to sit, the warm present of his wife that laid her head on his shoulder, a cozy blanket wrapped around them, The sound of gentle running water filled the air, as well as the night cricket singing, not in an annoying way but rather calming. The gentle breeze carried the scent of wildflowers, and Zhongli couldn't help but steal glances at his beloved as she gazed up in awe. The way the moonlight danced across her features, accentuating the delicate dimples that graced her cheeks, captivated him. He longed to reach out and trace the curves of her smile, to feel the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips.

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[n0tamused]

I read about this practice in china called "ghost wedding" where one of or two deceased individuals are ceremoniously married and i was wondering if you could do a ghost!reader(fem) x zhongli where she just hangs around him as his ghost wife and it's just cute and fluffy(no necr0phil!a involved btw)

A/n: Hello! Thank you so much for your request. This turned out a bit more bittersweet than just cute and fluffy but I did my best to stay close to the request idea. I have researched the tradition, but I still kept it a bit more vague here just out of respect. If there's anything wrong with how I wrote this I would appreaciate it if you kindly let me know <3 I haven't written for Zhongli, this sweet old man, in a good long while too aaa.. Hope you enjoy!

Contents: Zhongli x fem!reader, angst, bittersweet, dead s/o

Ko-fi

Lover's Oath

The morning was fresh and crisp even as the sun sent lances of light through the gloomy clouds, bathing the earth in scarce golden rays. Zhongli had only began to stir, his dreamless sleep having provided little comfort to his mind which the erosion slowly began to gnaw on. The other side of the bed still held your weight, feeling wisps of your warmth that he forbid himself to forget. You were there (once), even if he did not feel you.

Sometimes he could catch glimpses of a starlit shadow from the corner of his eye, but when he turned to look at it his eyes only met the vastness of his home. You were there (once), illuminating the home with your presence alone. 

Zhongli rose from his bed, the sheets sliding off of him as if someone helped him to undress himself off the covers. There were two cups on the counter where he had drank his tea before bedtime, deep into the night, and the liquid in the other cup was cold, yet he could swear some of it was missing. He did not dwell on it, only smiling as he took it as a sign of your presence for it meant you were still with him.

Hu Tao had not been so surprised when her Consultant confessed his plan to go through with this ‘ghost wedding’, yet she did worry for the old man’s heart. He had requested her presence at the procession, although the leading would be led by another person, he said. Hu Tao could not deny this invitation, it was sacred and sad and close to her own profession. One heart, one soul, one balance, that was what the marriage meant to him, it meant everything. Traditional or not, he had lingered long amidst the people of Liyue and began to feel in the same way they do, and your death had left a hole where his heart once was. So many years of union shattered in a mere moment. He thought he could mourn and pretend to move on, but the thought of your spirit becoming restless or barred from peace kept him up at night. He couldn’t get himself to get over the idea of separation from you, and so he went through with the marriage.

Ever since then, his home didn’t feel as empty, although it remained barren of your presence in the real sense of the world. You were there, he knew, but he could never touch you or hear you unless he was dreaming. And when he dreamt he dreamt of the two of you in places far away and bathed in golden colors and amber hues, his long locks of hair twirling between your teasing fingers. You’re smiling at him, laying in the field of flowers - glaze lilies and qingxin - and they seem to swallow you, cradle you. And he comes over to hug you as well, rolling with you in the bed of flowers the two of you planted.

His hands are led by something that lies beyond his mind while he hums a tune, the deep warmth of his tone rumbling through his throat, sounding like warm honey. He smiles at the memories, the warmer ones, as they appear behind his eyelids whenever he blinks and silently he sits down to drink the tea his hands poured, your cup now filled with a steaming blend of herbs that you once loved to go and pick with him. He could imagine you holding it now, sniffing at the aromatic steam and going in to taste it before he says “Be careful, it is still too hot”.

When he leaves home, the warmth leaves as well and work consumes him. Hu Tao had noticed his lack of conversation, his usual chattiness replaced by longer paragraphs on the paper, and she had made a habit of stopping by to question him and how he was, if he needed anything. But every time she did, Zhongli would smile his sweet smile and tell her everything was alright, he felt better now.

And he did. He just missed you, he told himself as he ventured back home, noticing one light had been turned on, or perhaps he left it that way since morning. But the cup of tea was missing some of the liquid and there was a smell of incense in the air. A few petals from the flowers he brought the other day were scattered around the house, and one petal, more vibrant than the others, lay in the middle of his pillow.

You were here. He wasn’t alone. His wife was here, his dearest.

The thought made him smile, sadly, but he smiled earnestly until his cheeks hurt and his eyes swelled with salty tears.

That night he left your cup of tea full. He hugged his pillow that night as well, his nose searching for your scent in the fabric and that night he dreamed of you, waiting for him in front of a house amidst golden clouds.

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My Stepsister Seduces My Husband, But What She Doesn’t Know Is That...

F/N and Zhongli had their wedding shortly after the Lantern Rite Festival.

Everyone thought F/N found a handsome man, not knowing the truth. They were all deceived by his chiselled face and body; F/N's step-sister was one of those deceived. Because no one, save for the Adepti in Liyue Harbor, knew that Zhongli was the Prime Adepti.

After the most recent 'Rite of Descension', he started to work at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlour as its consultant.

A few days after the Lantern Rite Festival, F/N brought Zhongli home to visit her parents. They brought along three large boxes of gifts along with Gaming and a fellow guard from the Transport Agency. It was Zhongli first meeting with his wife's family.

The presence of Zhongli and the two Transport Agency guards scared F/N's biological father and stepmother.

The dinner table was set after Zhongli paid Gaming and his partner for their services.

F/N's step-sister, dressed to the nines, kept helping Zhongli to food, trying to impress him. “My sister is merely a junior tax agent working at the Ministry of Civil Affairs. And yet she found such a wonderful man like brother-in-law. I envy her; unlike me who works hard training under Director Yun every day, afraid to eat more just to maintain my figure. I might be able to perform alongside the Director some day and may not even find a partner as good as brother-in-law.” she sighed, showing off by pinching her slim waist.

F/N's step-sister, Zhen Yu, was brought by F/N's stepmother; their two families were from divorced and remarried families.

A few years ago, F/N's mother died from a rock slide while working at The Chasm. Shortly after that, F/N's father quickly got together with Zhen Yu's mother after a meeting with the marriage broker.

Ever since Zhen Yu entered the household, the two step-sisters never got along. Zhen Yu especially loved competing with F/N. When Y/N pulled her hair into a bun with a hair stick, Zhen Yu would also bun up her hair the next day with an extra hair stick. When F/N was thirteen, a boy from the neighbourhood gave her a love letter. Zhen Yu then intentionally wore a floral dress in front of him and claiming F/N was dirty and didn't bathe. Seeing the boy flee from embarrassment, Zhen Yu smirked to herself. Later, when F/N approached Yun Jin for an apprenticeship, Zhen Yu followed suit and applied. She cried pitifully, saying she didn't dare to ask for much. And if her real father was around, he would definitely be willing to send her.

The Yun-Han Opera Troupe apprenticeship fees were very high and the family could only afford to send one person.

F/N's father, feared being accused of favouritism by his new wife, sent Zhen Yu to Yun Jin.

F/N gritted her teeth and started working, using the Mora she saved from her salary to pay for her way through law school.

Later, when F/N brought a classmate home to introduce him as her boyfriend, Zhen Yu also stole him from F/N.

At this moment, when Zhongli heard Zhen Yu's words, he put down his chopsticks with a bang. He frowned slightly but didn't say anything, just overturning his bowl on the table. “My apologies.” he started. “I don't like anyone, except my wife, serving me food. I'm disgusted by the saliva.”

Zhen Yu was stunned, her face flashed with embarrassment. She looked at Zhongli plaintively, “I'm not a stranger.” she whined.

Zhongli did not say a word and just pointed his knee with a finger. “Move your feet under the table away from my legs.”

F/N peered under the table cloth, noticing Zhen Yu's foot was reaching under her chair to try and touch Zhongli's leg.

Zhen Yu was instantly dumbfounded; after all, this trick of hers always worked. It's not something a normal person would point out directly. Seeing everyone in the family glance at her, she was so embarrassed that she quickly explained, “Brother-in-law, have you all misunderstood something? If you don't like me serving food, it's okay. I know my sister is usually petty, but I really don't mean anything by it.”

F/N's step-mother immediately spoke up, “Mr. Zhongli, this is Zhen Yu's goodwill. She usually looks down on everyone, never being so gentle and caring. It's just a kind gesture. Did F/N say anything to cause you to misunderstand?”

F/N father also chimed in, “Our table is small. Bumps are inevitable. Don't think so much about it. Zhen Yu is just caring for her brother-in-law.”

As F/N watched her father's and step-mother's behaviour, she couldn't help but sneer. Zhen Yu had done this kind of thing not just once or twice; they had always turned a blind eye and they weren't any different now.

As soon as they finished speaking, Zhongli unbuttoned the top button of his suit with a somewhat amused smile. F/N was about to get angry at her father's words, but he patted her shoulder. Then, he manifested a sharp Geo shard from his palm. Letting the shard twirl above his palm, he said, “F/N has told me everything about the family. Let me make it clear to you all. F/N is my wife. If you still want to bully her in the future, don't blame me for being ruthless.” snarling at the three of them after he dispelled the Geo shard, he added, “Respecting you as F/N's parents, I won't speak any dirty words. If you don't want trouble, don't let your attention wander to my wife.”

F/N's father opened his mouth, his face red with rage, wanting to say something, but he knew he was helpless against a Vision user. Infuriated and trembling, he yelled, “How dare you... how could you find such ruffians?”

F/N simply cleared her throat and grabbed Zhongli's arm. “Ruffians? Dad, don't talk nonsense. Don't you know Zhongli is a renowned consultant at Wangsheng Funeral Parlour?”

Zhen Yu and F/N's step-mother's faces turned so ugly it could have dripped ink. They probably couldn't continue eating that meal.

Zhongli didn't say much as the conversation had ended. “it's getting late.” he started. “You should rest early. I'll take F/N home.” with that, he wrapped his arm around F/N's waist and walked away.

Turning back to her childhood home as she and Zhongli walked to the walk path, F/N saw Zhen Yu glaring furiously. F/N, it's not over between us. She swore. I must have your man. There's no cat in the world that doesn't steal fish. Just you wait and see.

“Looks like my step-sister has set her sights on you.” F/N turned to Zhongli.

F/N was surprised when her father paid her a visit at her workplace, bringing ham to apologize.

“Your mother's favourite was ham, you know.” F/N's father spoke, picking a piece of Minty Meat Roll at Wanmin Restaurant at lunchtime.”

“Alright.” F/N sighed, knowing her father's underlying intentions. “Here's the address.” she wrote down her current lodging address on a piece of paper.

“Let Zhen Yu bring them over to you.” F/N's father suggested. “She also wants to apologize to you.”

Using family ties to deceive me. F/N wondered after her father left the restaurant after paying for his share of the meal. Was it just a ploy to get Zhen Yu my address? It seemed like my sister hadn't given up; still determined to win Zhongli over.

Sure enough, that weekend, Zhen Yu showed up at F/N's door, knocking. She was dressed in a figure-hugging qipao and high heels.

Seeing F/N answer the door, she hesitated for moment, collecting her flirtatious look. “Your place is hard to find. My feet ache from all that walking.” she whined.

“Then, why don't you hire a transport agency?” F/N was not amused.

“How could I?” Zhen Yu complained. “I've come to apologize in person. I wasn't being polite the other day.”

Then, she simply entered without taking off her shoes and gave a glance around. “Is Zhongli not at home?”

“He's out getting bamboo shoots.” F/N answered, just as Zhongli came in with several bamboo shoots in a basket.

As soon as he saw Zhen Yu, his eyebrows farrowed and he gave F/N a questioning look.

“I couldn't help it.” F/N shrugged. “She sticks like glue.”

Zhen Yu's eyes lit up when she saw Zhongli. She practically skipped over, but before she could take a few steps, she tripped and fell in front of the married couple. She rubbed her legs awkwardly, “I think I sprained my foot. Honey, could you help me up?”

“You're an adult and you can't even walk properly without tripping on flat ground.” F/N chided. “Maybe you should get checked up at the Bubu Pharmacy.”

Zhen Yu pouted when Zhongli just walked over her and into the kitchen.

“Why bother with her?” the Lord of Geo looked at his wife as they prepared ingredients for Oncidium Tofu.

“She's like a rush that you can't shake off.” F/N replied, slicing the tofu.

Zhen Yu, feeling awkward, noticed that neither of the couple were paying attention to her. After a while, she picked herself up before darting towards the kitchen. “Is Zhongli the one who cooks at home? It must be hard for you; working to support the family then coming home to cook for my sister. When I have a husband, I won't let him cook for me. Cooking is women's work. Men shouldn't be in the kitchen.”

Zhongli poured himself a cup of Chenyu Brew, blew across the tea cup and took a sip to calm himself down. Rolling up his sleeves, he downed the entire cup, revealing his entire sleeve tattoo. “What's on the menu tonight? Let's cook this.” he looked coldly at Zhen Yu.

“Cook...” Zhen Yu stuttered, her face turning pale at the golden diamond-shaped tattoos decorating Zhongli's arms. “In our house, both of us handle the inside. Do you have a problem with that?”

“I don't have a problem.” Zhen Yu stammered. “I just feel sorry for my sister. It's not easy for you.”

“You're not someone to me.” Zhongli replied dismissively. “Why should I pity you?”

F/N pulled the still shell-shocked Zhen Yu away, “It's better to just give up. Not all men fall for your tricks.”

“Wasn't my brother-in-law just joking?” Zhen Yu recomposed herself with a forced smile as she prepared to leave F/N's house. “He's really funny.”

“Don't worry, mom.” Zhen Yu assured her mother once she returned home. “There was a small mistake there. There's no man I can't handle. I'm set on winning Zhongli and making F/N miserable. You didn't visit their house. You don't know they live in a house bigger than ours and they have more antiques than us. It's just her husband seems a bit off but rich people all have their quirks. It's normal. F/N is not as attractive as me. Why should she have such a good husband? She must have tricked him. Wait and see. I used to steal all her boyfriends. Now I will steal her husband too. Men are all the same.”

“Now, what is this about the ex-fiance of yours?” Zhongli breathed, the couple were cuddling in bed after a night of lovemaking.

Acting upon Zhen Yu's instigation, F/N's former fiance had harassed the couple during lunchtime.

“He's just a cheating scumbag that's not worth mentioning.” F/N replied. “We cut off any contact a long time ago. Zhen Yu is bothering you, not me.”

“So, someone's still yearning for your husband and you're not jealous?” Zhongli quirked an amused smile.

“Of course, I get jealous.” F/N playfully poked Zhongli's bare chest. “But I know not everyone can seduce my man.”

Days later, F/N's relatives begun to gossip about Zhen Yu's dismissal from her apprenticeship. She had bullied her fellow junior troupe members and attempted to seduce the troupe elders' sons to get more prominent roles which backfired when Zhongli made a formal complaint of her misconduct directly to Yun Jin. She was permanently expelled from the opera troupe, ending her dreams of performing alongside the troupe director.

[gutouhua]

pairing. zhongli x f. reader

wc. 2.7k+

rating. explicit

tags. sort of canonverse, zhongli has ruts & dragon fangs, reader hails from mondstat, mentions of mates/mating, mentions of eating animal meat, zhongli is a perv for reader, zhongli calls reader ‘pet,’ age gap (reader is early-mid 20s, zhongli is biologically in early 30s), mentions of zhongli’s previous sexual relationships (dubcon), power dynamics, cervixfucking, overstimulation (sort of), zhongli wants to breed reader, pussydrunk zhongli, unprotected sex (pull out method)

a/n. MDNI! see end for notes

Zhongli had imagined it over a million times—taking you across the table and fucking your pussy. He knew you’d smell good down there, had scented it like a pervert in the days before your period—familiar lily mixed with strong musk and a tinge of metal. It made his fangs itch from the need to sink into your soft thighs and tongue at your slick folds.

Zhongli rutted in early spring, when trees blossomed and bore fat fruit—juicy peaches hanging heavy on thin branches. Sometimes he’d walk by them and look at them with an almost forlorn gaze. A deep ache in his body.

He wished that there was someone who would satiate his needs like seeds did to trees or bees with flowers. They mated with each other, year after year in a frenzy—a haze of powdery yellow spilling on every surface of Liyue Harbor. Zhongli didn’t have allergies, but even if he did, he would still love and envy the pollen.

It had been a long time since Zhongli had someone like that to spend his seasons with. A mate.

He’d drink copious amounts of lily bulb tea each spring to keep himself from fucking the first person who said yes to him, and would take himself into his hands with a furious passion every morning and night—even during work breaks—to relieve himself.

And it worked. He successfully passed multiple centuries of ruts like so, although it wasn’t always easy. As Morax, he was volatile—could pass for the Pyro Archon herself, Murata, but he tempered himself over the years, learning to be the composed man he was now.

But then you appeared, and the fire flared. Hutao’s newest intern—the first in nearly a decade, fresh. A slight little creature (although most people were small compared to Zhongli), and eager to learn about funeral services from Liyue’s very best. It was the first time you’d been to Liyue, so far from your home in Mondstat, and everything and everyone interested you.

I wonder if there’s a way to breed two creatures together to create an actual cocogoat. It’d be cool—Qiqi would be able to drink actual cocogoat milk, not that cheap substitute that Baizhu makes for her, and we’d be able to eat the meat. It’d taste good, right?

Zhongli chuckled, eyes soft on you. That would be a sight to behold. He didn’t mention that he’d been alive when cocogoats still roamed the Bishui Plains—a story for another time.

And then came the questions about himself.

Why are you so red, Zhongli-xiangsheng?

His rut came early this year for some reason, but he didn’t pay much attention to it. The lily bulb tea would suffice until he had a moment for himself.

But you had to make it difficult. So difficult for him.

Nothing, he murmured.

You grinned, stepping closer on tiptoes so your eyes leveled his chest. Soft rise and fall—imperceptible unless face to face like you were.

It doesn’t seem like nothing to me, Xiangsheng.

Zhongli fought the urge to inhale your soft scent. Sweet, powdery like lilies and dusk and something tender he wanted to bite—

—And he tasted blood in his mouth to stop his fangs from descending onto your exposed neck, nearly shook from the force it took to not bend you over his desk.

It would leave a mess. And Hutao would add it to his tab.

Even now you tempted him with coy glances, a bare shoulder, and sometimes a lingering touch in the space between his cuff and gloves—sharp like the sting of the formidable Raiden’s electro bolts.

“Do you want to know what I learned today, Xiansheng?” You had taken to calling him that instead of his mortal name one day. Zhongli wasn’t quite sure why, but he liked how it sounded on your lips.

He smoothed an invisible wrinkle from his suit and shuffled the papers on his desk while shifting to hide the stiffness in his pants. “Pray, do tell.”

You leaned forward, settling your weight on the heavy oak table. “I heard you’re rutting right now.”

Zhongli nearly choked on his tea. “What?”

“Rut, heat, season—Hutao told me.” You shrugged as if the topic was something mundane. “She said you rut every spring, but that it’s unusually strong this year for some reason. Something about the aura around you, I think. Why’s that?”

Because of you.

“Not sure,” Zhongli said.

“She also told me about that tea you drink.”

He nearly dropped his cup of tea. Damn the woman. Spilling all my secrets. And there wasn’t a single thing he could do—he was on her payroll.

“What about it?” he asked, trying for confidence.

“Lily bulb tea,” you continued, scrutinizing his cup, “apparently it helps calm you down and dampens the urge to fuck.”

Zhongli’s dick hardened.

“So does it?”

“What?”

“The tea. Does it help with your urges?” You jerked your head at the drink, curious.

Not when you’re around.

Zhongli had imagined it over a million times—taking you across the table and fucking your pussy. He knew you’d smell good down there, had scented it like a pervert in the days before your period—familiar lily mixed with strong musk and a tinge of metal. It made his fangs itch from the need to sink into your soft thighs and tongue at your slick folds.

He wasn’t sure what to say, but finally decided on: “Not really.”

You cocked your head to the side and bit your lips, Zhongli’s eyes following the pink tongue that peeked through. He wanted to bite them too. They’d be soft and break easily with a little bit of teeth—like almond tofu.

“Oh. Then what’re you going to do about it?”

“The usual.” Tea, masturbating, some rough fucking. Archons knew he’d need it tonight—some sort of distraction from you. He’d have to visit Madame Fang for an escort. She was used to his proclivities—would have someone able to take him.

“The usual? And what would that be?” Zhongli could almost picture you with a pen and paper in hand, a student eager for information.

He groaned internally. Now he was imagining you in a short skirt, stockings, maybe thigh highs—the fat of your thighs spilling from the top of the elastic. The image nearly had him spilling in his pants.

“I don’t think you’d want to know the particulars,” he said, his voice a soft rasp. He shifted again. “It might scare an innocent little girl like you.”

“Innocent?” You huffed. “Little? I’m a grown adult xiangsheng! I’m over the legal age—and actually much more than that. You can hardly call me little or innocent.”

���But you are,” he said indulgently, as one would towards a spoiled pet. “I am immortal, have fought and survived the Archon War. Tell me, pet, can you say the same?”

He was playing with you. Of course the two of you knew you couldn’t compare to him.

“But at the very least, you cannot consider me innocent. I’ve experienced enough things,” you muttered, annoyed.

Zhongli arched an eyebrow.

Before you knew it, he grabbed your wrist, pushing you onto the desk in one fluid motion—papers scattering to the floor like spring pollen. Zhongli pinned your hands over your head to keep you in place, and knocked your legs apart to slot his large frame between you.

“W-What’re you doing, Zhongli?”

He smiled. And there it was: his name always slipped out when you got serious.

Xiansheng.

What?

Xiansheng. He moved closer, spreading your legs further apart as he drew closer to you. You could feel your stomach pressing tightly against the cotton of your suit with each breath, your chest straining against buttons. Don’t be so impolite when your boss is trying to school you.

Xiansheng.

Good girl, he rumbled. You were so curious about the specifics of my rut—what I do to satiate my needs. Shall I show you? They say firsthand experience is the best way to learn.

His voice was heavy, hot against your ear, and you nearly jumped out of your skin when he darted a tongue out to lick the delicate shell of your ear.

So sensitive. I wonder if it’s the same in other places. Shall we find out?

Hutao had ordered him to be careful with you—a family friend. Your family owned the most successful funeral parlor in Mondstat, and they sent you to Hutao to learn how she conducted her business in Liyue. Zhongli had agreed. He could keep his hands to himself.

But then you showed up on the steps of Wansheng funeral parlor, and he knew he was fucked.

Do you want it, he whispered, I need to rut, but I always ask for permission.

Jealousy reared its ugly head. He’d done it with others—for decades, maybe even centuries, and it made sense, you couldn’t expect celibacy from him and yet…the thought of other people touching him made you want to rake your hands down his back, gouge, and suck every inch of his skin so others would know he was taken.

That he was yours.

What will it be, pet?

You nodded, eyeing the bulge in his pants. He was big. It was obvious, and it’d probably hurt. A tight fit.

Zhongli smiled—sharp teeth, predatory. I need words.

Yes.

No sooner did you give your permission did he slip your blazer off your shoulders and loosen just enough buttons to push your blouse up and over your head. You wore cotton—a simple white bra, and he wondered if you wore a matching set today.

He didn’t have to wait long to find out: you were already unzipping your pants, sliding stiff fabric down your legs, uncaring if it wrinkled. You’d have to remember to take it to the cleaners.

But later—now, you canted your hips forward, not caring about anything but the man in front of you.

So needy, he murmured, and wet.

His scent intoxicated you, his weight a delicious pressure against your skin.

Zhongli rocked against your clothed pussy, pleased to find you wet. You soaked through the cotton fabric, leaving an imprint in the shape of your pussy on your panties.

Fuck me, xiangsheng, please—I need it.

The scent of your arousal grew stronger with each tap against the wet spot. Heady, mind-numbing, as if a drug was coursing through his bloodstream. The amber of his hands grew darker, a deep, gorgeous fossilized hue, and his pupils thinned—they slitted into a sharp, almost feline countenance, predator to prey.

You would have me? he asked again, stars pulsing in his eyes. In his earlier days, before he was an archon, he had taken people without knowing what it really meant. The shame and guilt of it had made the act feel dirty for a long time—he went nearly fifty years without a single partner to help him through his ruts.

He would not make the same mistake with you.

Just fuck me.

He groaned, pulled your panties to the side—white cotton—and pushed himself into you, the entire length. It was tight and it burned as you struggled, walls stretching to accommodate his dick.

Feels so good, he grunted, you’re so tight, fuck. He lost himself in your tight heat, centuries of manners and poise melting before you.

He moved slowly at first, dragging his length out so that nothing but the tip remained inside before thrusting back in.

You shifted backward, trying to adjust to him. Soft pants, shallow—eyes squeezed shut to focus on each heavy stroke in and out of your cunt. When you started moving against him, seeking friction for yourself, Zhongli sped up. Kept most of his cock inside you with each stroke, prodding around for your sweet spot.

When he finally found it, earning a cry and squeeze around his cock that nearly made him cum, he smiled. Right there, pet?

You gasped, struggled to answer: Yeah, yeah-right there—

He continued to thrust, imprinting your insides with the shape of his dick, hitting that sensitive spot with almost boyish eagerness, but it still wasn’t enough to—

—You reached down to where his dick is splitting you apart and try to rub your clit, the hard nub aching for attention, but Zhongli pushed your hand away.

Allow me.

You almost whine—denial twisting your stomach into a tight knot, leaving your clit wanting, but he didn’t make you wait long. Deft fingers rubbed circles on your clit, grinding, until it swelled enough for him to pinch, hard.

Zhongli, please—

What did I say pet, he hummed and bit your earlobe in admonishment.

Xian-Xiansheng—

You were begging now, pleading—tears dripping from your face like fresh paint on canvas.

Please, xiansheng, please, I need it.

What do you need? He thrust forward, the head almost kissing your cervix.

Need…

Need what? Use your words, pretty pet. Another hard thrust, this time he touched your cervix. Half pain, half pleasure. Lines slowly starting to blur—was it because of his dick or your tears? You couldn’t tell.

You shook your head and fisted your hands in the collar of his suit, wrinkling the fine material as you dragged his face towards you to claim a kiss. Harsh and unyielding, a faint taste of iron between each ragged breath. Now you’d have to take two suits to the cleaners.

Vaguely, in the back of your mind, you’d forgotten how you even got into this situation in the first place. Something about lily bulb tea, alone time…and ruts…heats. Heat—were you the one in heat or was it him?

But it didn’t matter, all you knew was that:

Need to cum.

Zhongli’s pretty lips curled. And so you shall.

With one hand on your hips, he slammed his hips against yours in a punishing rhythm while his other hand battered your clit, thick fingers flicking the hard nub repeatedly until you felt nearly numb from the overstimulation. He felt you tense beneath him, hips rolling incessantly, your cunt gripping him so tightly he knew he was close.

Cum for me, he demanded, almost growling, give it to me.

And you obeyed—gave yourself over to the pleasure, moaning from the waves of pleasure washing over you.

Zhongli groaned as you contracted around him, each tight draw from your pussy taking him closer to his own release. Hips stuttering, he felt his fangs slip through, throbbing from the desire to taste you, bite you, mark you—

—Breed you.

It was messy, each time he pulled back and saw the amount of slick that coated his cock, his mind grew fuzzier, almost stupid. Zhongli couldn’t remember the last time he felt pussydrunk—

You bit the side of his neck as another orgasm ripped out of you, and this time Zhongli let himself go with a harsh growl, pulling out right as he cummed, thick ropes of sticky cum defiling your stomach. It was dizzyingly maddening: his cum moving with each shaky exhale, dripping onto your pussy, and Zhongli thought it was such a waste that it wasn’t inside you, filling you up. Some of it covered your clit—a glistening pearl. He fought every fiber of his being to not bend down and lick it. He didn’t like sweet things, but you were an exception.

“Did you learn a lot?” he finally asked after your breath had steadied a bit.

You were still coming down from your high, barely able to form a coherent sentence. “What?”

“I was teaching you,” he chuckled, voice husky. “Were you a good student? Paying attention?”

You thought about it for a moment. Looked at his disheveled appearance, his golden eyes, the wrinkles in his suit, and found it lacking.

“Not enough.”

“I am in agreement.”

Hutao narrowed her eyes. “You fucked him.”

“And what if I did? It’s not like you’ll fire me,” you replied lightly.

Hutao groaned. “I knew you wanted to fuck him, but I didn’t think you wanted to do it that badly. It’s not exactly good for my business, and you know he’ll stick to you for the rest of his season, right? That’s how it works for him. He doesn’t share.”

“Well good. Because I don’t either.” You wouldn’t have chosen him anyway if he liked to share. “But wait—what do you mean ‘not exactly good for your business?’”

The Wangsheng Director grinned at you. “Look at him: one of the most eligible bachelors in Liyue. Didn’t you notice that we have a large number of young clients? They come to Wangsheng because of him. I don’t care who Zhongli fucks as long as they give me their money—it keeps my beloved Wangsheng as the most profitable funeral parlor in Liyue.”

“Of course you would say that.” You laughed and thought about all the times your parents praised Hutao. “No wonder my parents sent me here to learn from you.”

Hutao winked. “Of course! Making money is the second best thing I’m good at.”

“What’s the first?”

“Death.”

uhhh i wrote this one about six-ish months ago too...been busy with zine work but hopefully when I'm done I can write more reader insert smut :') (also sorta tried a new style of dialogue lmao back when I wrote this)

Murata, also known as the God of War and the Lady of Fire, was a Pyro Archon and a member of The Seven who presided over Natlan.

先生 - xiānsheng. Has two main definitions: the first is teacher, the second is mister (Mr); gentleman; sir. Both suit Zhongli very well in this fic ;)

Dried lily bulb【百合】 is usually recommended in TCM (traditional Chinese medicine) clinics to treat coughs, dry throats and relieve heat. (But IRL, this doesn’t actually help with the horny feels LOL.) 

Zhongli as Morax has darker brown/amber skin tone on arms, so I chose to depict this in the fic as skin darkening when aroused. I also put a photo of something similar on an actual body. 

[monomyth-scribbles]

A Walk Would Be Nice

Zhongli × Female Reader. One Shot. Zhongli proposes that you take him on a date, but he clearly has other things in mind. Zhongli is in his chunky dragon form (inspired by my obsession with his exuvia plushie). Mostly fluff and humour, with just a hint of implied smut.

You’re nice and relaxed on the couch when you feel a soft kiss pressed against your cheek. A familiar, deep voice rumbles into your ear. “Welcome home, darling. Did you have a good day at work?” 

You turn to look into your Zhongli’s warm, amber eyes. “I did, actually. How was your day?” You return his kiss with a quick peck to his nose.

“Would’ve been better with you,” Zhongli chuckles, smooth-tongued as always. “Director Hu was a… handful, as always, but nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, dear. Maybe we should go on a date? Lift your spirits a bit?” You ask, taking Zhongli’s gloved hand in your own and giving it a firm squeeze. When you lift his knuckles to your lips, your heart flutters as your husband’s eyes crinkle into a smile.

“A walk would be nice,” he concedes. “Would you like to take me on a walk, darling?”

“Of course, my love. Give me five minutes to get changed, okay? Where do you want to go?”

“The stars over the harbour were exceptionally beautiful on my way home. We should see them together.” 

“Alright! Sounds like a plan. Be right back!” You make a beeline for your shared bedroom, excited for your date with Zhongli. Having been bogged down by countless commissions over the past weeks, it seems as if you’ve barely spent any time with him recently. And although your husband is an infinitely patient and gracious man, distance has only sharpened the pangs of yearning in your heart. You know that Zhongli feels the same.

You pick out an outfit that Zhongli bought for you on your third anniversary. His taste was flawless as always, the blouse and skirt ensemble effortlessly chic. He’d made sure that the outfit was made with lightweight silk in your favourite colour. But because this was Zhongli you were speaking of, the clothing was also delicately embroidered with intricate patterns, the hand-stitched threads imitating the geometric designs favoured by the former Lord of Geo. You twirl in your outfit, feeling exceptionally beautiful in your finery, giddy with excitement as you anticipate Zhongli’s approval and appreciation.

“Honey I’m ready!” You burst out of your bedroom and give another twirl. “Shall we—” You scan the room, seeking out your husband. “Zhongli…?”

A small head crowned with a magnificent mane and vivid yellow horns peeks out. You watch in stunned silence as a perfectly lap-sized dragon drapes itself along the back of the couch. “You look gorgeous, darling. Lovelier than usual, were that even possible.”

Your eyes follow the dragon’s tail as it lazily sways back and forth. “Zhongli, I thought we were going for a walk,” You manage. Finally coming to your senses, you primly seat yourself and see Zhongli’s usual robes neatly folded beside you.

Your husband’s deep voice sounds strange coming from a tiny dragon’s body. “To be precise, darling, I did ask you to take me for a walk.”

“I’m not putting you on a leash,” you interject hastily. Unhelpful memories suddenly surface in your mind and your face feels exceptionally warm. “Uh… Not today, anyway. And certainly not in public.”

“We can save the leash for another time,” Zhongli moves from his perch, curling up in your lap. “I was thinking you could carry me around the Harbour. What say you, hm?”

“What’s gotten into you today?” You huff, although you watch your own hand start to stroke his sinuous body, his scales cool to the touch. It feels… nice, you think. 

“Well,” Zhongli chuckles, pushing his head into your hand, eagerly seeking out your touch. His tail coils around your arm, the fluffy end reaching up to affectionately tickle your cheek. “When a husband misses his wife, he is allowed to make… ah, bolder requests of her, is he not?” 

“Not this bold,” you mutter. Your hand doesn’t stop its path up and down his back, carefully avoiding the amber scutes in its path. Inwardly, you curse your husband’s intimate knowledge of your weaknesses. Zhongli knows all too well that you find his miniature dragon form absolutely adorable. He knows that there is nothing you would deny him when he turns himself into a chubby noodle. The God of Contracts knows how to press his advantage, and he was never above playing a little dirty.

Zhongli rests one paw on top of your other hand, the slightly rough texture of his paw pad causing pleasant friction against your skin as he strokes you. “Nothing would make me happier than to spend time with you like this.”

“Alright… fine. Fine.” You narrow your eyes at Zhongli as he stands on his hind legs, paws reaching out for you as you move to pick him up. You sway his body from side to side, teasing him. “You are one extremely spoiled dragon, you know that?”

“My only defence is that my wife takes wonderful care of me.”

Ugh. How smug. You cradle him against your chest and depart for the harbour.

☆☆☆☆☆

Zhongli is right: the stars are marvellously bright this evening. Pinpricks of light adorn the deep blue blanket of the night sky, sparkling like the priceless gems sold at Mingxing Jewellery. You chuckle as you recall Zhongli’s fondness for all manner of precious treasures.

You take a familiar path along Feiyun Slope, your ears picking up the gentle sloshing of the water down at the harbour below. Around you, the city slowly comes alive with chatter as the heat of the late afternoon sun cools and people begin to pursue hard-earned leisure after a long day’s work. You take the steps between Xinyue Kiosk and Liuli Pavillion, peeking over Zhongli in your arms as your feet carefully find their way down.

Every so often, Zhongli snuggles further into your chest, or nuzzles your neck. “You’re very distracting, my love.” You chide, using the palm of your hand to gently push him away from your face. “I thought you were supposed to be pretending to be a dragon plushie. You’re going to give the game away.”

Zhongli just makes a sound of contentment against you. “The city is too busy at this time of day to pay close attention to us, darling.” Then his long tongue playfully flicks your ear.

“Zhongli!” You whisper urgently, jostling him in retaliation.

Hmph! You think. You flick your dragon husband’s forehead, but all that brings you is the deep rumble of laughter. “Do that again,” he teases. “I could barely feel it through my scales.”

You’re almost at the water’s edge when you hear someone call your name. Turning, you see Hu Tao waving at you from the distance, grinning widely. Feeling just a bit disappointed at the disruption of your date, you nevertheless plaster a matching grin on your face and make your way to Hu Tao.

You don’t know the director of Wangsheng Funeral Parlour too well, but she’s made your acquaintance thanks to Zhongli. He’d warned you about how… nosy his employer could be, and anticipating her prying into his private life, had introduced you early on as his wife.

“How are you doing, Director Hu?” You ask, a polite smile stiff on your face.

Hu Tao waves off your greeting. “Don’t be so formal with me! I’m not your boss, am I?” Her eyes move to rest on the fat brown lizard in your arm. “Oh my, that’s an adorable plushie isn’t it?”

You panic and take a hasty step back, clutching Zhongli even closer. “Don’t mind me, Director Hu. Zhongli just won this for me from the arcade. I’m… uh… I’m very attached to it, you see.”

Bringing up Zhongli’s name successfully diverts Hu Tao’s attention. She looks behind you, as if expecting to see your husband hiding in your shadow. “You’re here with Mr Zhongli, are you? Where is he?”

You feel Zhongli squirm in your arms, and you tighten your grip around him in warning. “Ah, he’s… gone to get us some tea. I told him I was feeling rather parched.”

Hu Tao chuckles, clearly amused at the mental image of Zhongli spoiling you. “I never knew our good consultant to be such a doting husband. He’s always so reserved and formal at work, you know? Stiff, almost.”

At Hu Tao’s words, you feel something soft brushing against your knee. You tense as you realise Zhongli’s tail is creeping up your skirt. You step closer to Hu Tao, trying to prevent her from glimpsing Zhongli’s wayward tail. She quirks an eyebrow at your proximity while you babble to distract her.

“I do apologise for my husband’s behaviour, Director Hu. He’s rather set in his ways, bless him. I hope he hasn’t caused you any trouble at—” You grit your teeth when you feel his tail lift a corner of your skirt, the thick fur at the end tickling and caressing your thigh. “—at work recently.”

“Are you alright? You’ve got such a severe frown on your face.”

“Oh, I’m alright, I just—” You bite your lip as you feel Zhongli’s tail slowly slide between your thighs, the thick fur at its end tickling and teasing you. “I just can’t believe he’s taking so long. He’s not a neglectful man. Usually. Anyway! It was nice meeting you, Director Hu! I’ll catch up with you again sometime. Please tell me if Zhongli causes you any trouble!”

You hurriedly stride away, heading for a quiet corner of the harbour and as far away from prying eyes as possible.

“Zhongli!” You hiss, holding him under his arms and lifting him away from you. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Giving my beloved wife some much-needed attention,” he responds smoothly, his tail reaching for you once again. “I must make up for my past neglect,” he adds, in a tone that feigns regret. You snort, but your hands are occupied with holding him up and can’t stop his tail from causing further mischief.

“Not in public, Zhongli!”

“Hold me closer, darling,” Zhongli purrs. “It is a cold night out… and I’ve left my garments at home.”

You grudgingly hold him close again, rolling your eyes when you feel his tail slip under your skirt again. “For the love of Celestia, Zhongli, you’re not going to make me flash the entire harbour, are you?”

“I would never,” Zhongli responds, bringing his snout close to your face. His voice is a dangerous purr: “All dragons are protective of their treasure, and I am especially protective of mine.”

Damn it, you sigh, exasperated. This is what happens when your husband has had six thousand years to practise his lines. “I wish you’d just told me you wanted to stay home.” You grumble, gripping him tightly with one hand while you try to grasp his tail with the other. A childish game ensues, with Zhongli delightedly flicking his tail out of reach as your arm flails in a futile attempt to catch him.

“I didn’t want to stay home,” Zhongli says. You can’t see his face, but you wonder if he’s pouting. “I wanted my wife to see the stars.”

“Your tail is working harder than your eyes!” You retort. You let out a sigh of relief when Zhongli finally places his tail in the palm of your hand. “Have you had enough of teasing me yet, you incorrigible beast?”

“I’ve barely teased you,” Zhongli laughs. “Were you looking forward to more? Hm?”

“I…”

“Won’t you answer me, my wife?”

This is what I get for marrying the God of Contracts, you complain to yourself. Ruthless negotiator, driver of hard bargains, all around merciless god…

But when your grip on his tail loosens, and when you allow his tail to slip under your skirt again with not a single word of complaint, Zhongli hears your answer loud and clear.

“If you’ve had enough of the stars tonight, darling…” Zhongli’s voice trails off as his tail brushes the front of your undergarments, raising goosebumps on sensitive skin. It seems your dear husband is just as distracted as you are. “You should take me home. It is so bitterly cold out, and I know just how to warm you up.”

“It’s… it’s not cold out tonight at all…” You mutter, though your mind is far, far away from boring discussions of the weather.

“Indulge me,” Zhongli whispers, snuggling even closer to you.

And you do.

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Taking What's Mine

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"Zhongli, I'm ready… I want you."

When you finally uttered those words, there was an immediate change in Zhongli. The once soft and chaste kiss turned into something more passionate, more needy. You could hardly even keep up as it felt like he was enveloping you, his hands running all around your body, pulling you against him. His hands soon trailed down your hips, gripping your plush ass as he lifted you up. He carried you as though you were weightless, kicking open the door to his bedroom without breaking the kiss you two shared.

Zhongli had been the perfect gentleman all this time, but he wasn't sure how long he could hold himself back. You looked so beautiful like this, laying back on his bed as he hovered over you, your hair splayed around your head. You looked like an angel, and part of him wanted to see that pure expression change into something sinful. He's been holding back thoughts of corrupting your innocence for so long, and he couldn't wait to have you.

He leaned down over you, trailing open-mouthed kisses down your neck, grazing your flesh with his teeth. He planned on ravaging every inch of your body tonight, memorizing your sweet taste with his lips. He planned on claiming you as his. He wanted to own you, to take you whenever he wanted.

"Darling… I don't think I can control myself around you… Look me in the eyes and tell me you want this one more time."

"I want you, Zhongli; I'm yours."

He would never get tired of hearing those words, I'm Yours. It was everything he wanted to hear, and he would make sure everyone else in Liyue knew it too. He wasted no time grabbing the top of your dress, yanking down the loose fabric of your sundress down your body, exposing your breasts to him. They were pert and round, fitting in his hands so perfectly. He couldn't help but dip his head down to your chest, his tongue darting out to taste the sweet flesh between your breasts.

"You taste like the sweetest ambrosia, my Love" Zhongli moved to your left breast, gently taking your nipple in his mouth, sucking lightly on it before flicking his tongue across the hard nub. Your sweet moans were like music to him, and he wanted to hear more of them. He wanted to listen to you become a whining mess, begging him to take your body as his own.

You couldn't help the blush on your cheeks as he helped take your dress the rest of the way off, guiding your hips up to pull the fabric down your legs. Now only left in your panties, he could see the wet spot forming on them, which only fueled his lust for you. He was the only one who could make you feel this way, the only one to make your body react to his touches.

He sat on his knees between your slightly spread legs, looking down at your beautiful body as he started to undress. He slowly unbuttoned his black shirt, exposing each inch of his toned chest and abs. There was no time to fold and put away either of your clothes. Instead, he just tossed them somewhere in the room. It wasn't long after he had his pants unbuttoned, standing up from the bed long enough to tug them and his underwear down. It was the first time you had seen a cock, much less one so thick as Zhongli's. Your gawking made him smirk as he slowly climbed back on the bed, caging you against the mattress.

"Don't worry…. I'll make sure you're ready for me."

He kissed your lips sweetly as he ran his hands down your sides, his fingers slipping under the hem of your panties, tugging them down your legs. He ran his hand up and down your thigh, inching closer to your cunt with each pass of his hand. He was teasing you, enjoying the way your breath caught in your throat each time he almost touched you. But not even Zhongli could resist any longer, trailing his hand up to your cunt, running his finger through your slick folds.

He pulled you in for another kiss as he started toying with your clit, rubbing the little nub in slow circles with his thumb. He prodded at your entrance with his middle finger, slowly sliding it into your cunt to his knuckle. Soon after he curled his finger, hitting the sweet spot inside you that sent shivers down your spine. After thousands of years, he was quite the expert, playing your body like it was a violin.

"Feels good?"

You couldn't even respond verbally, just nodding your head. You were so embarrassed that you reacted this way from his finger. But to Zhongli, it was nothing of the sort. Knowing he made you feel so good sent a rush straight to his hard cock. He took his time working his finger inside you, eventually inserting another one, scissoring your cunt open with them. His fingers were enough to have you writhing under him, your sweet moans echoing in the room as you held on to his muscular arms.

"I think you are ready, my love" Zhongli pulled his fingers out of your cunt, looking down at you as he brought them up to his lips. Watching as he sucked your juices off the digits was such a sinful sight. You looked so cute, all doe-eyed and shocked at the view above you… He couldn't wait for a direct taste of your cunt, but you two had all night for that.

He sat up as he lined his cock up with your cunt, running his tip along your folds. His precum mixed with your own juices, and the sight was enough to make Zhongli shiver. He wanted to watch as he slid his cock inside you, your cunt stretching around his length. He took it slow for you, gently pushing the tip inside you, sinking inch by inch into your warm cunt. It was hard not to slam inside you, rip your virginity from you in one fell swoop. But, he loved you too much to give into those thoughts, taking his time till he was entirely inside you.

"Zhongli… It hurts"

He gently shushed you, kissing away the tears that started running down your cheeks. "I know, darling… but I promise it will pass soon." He distracted you with sweet nothings and passionate kisses, distracting you from the pain until you were ready for him. You didn't even have to say anything to him; the look in your eyes was enough for him to know.

He slowly pulled out till just the tip was inside you before slamming back into your hips, both of you moaning loudly. You were in pure bliss as he started thrusting over and over, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room. You had such a sinful expression on your face, your mouth hanging open as his name and sweet whines fell from your lips.

This was everything that Zhongli ever wanted. He would never tire of the sight of your face contorted in pleasure, how your body took his cock perfectly like you were made for him. You were his, and nobody would get in the way of that.

He sped up his thrusts until you cried out for him, your nails clawing at his back as you desperately held on to him. It was all so much for your first time, yet it was everything you could have wanted. The way Zhongli looked down at you in pure adoration, the way he made you feel, it was all perfect. You knew you were getting close to your orgasm, the coil in your abdomen growing tighter and tighter until you were crying out Zhongli's name, your orgasm tossing you into pure ecstasy.

Your cunt spasming around Zhongli's cock sent him right over the edge after you. Then, with one final thrust, he buried himself in your cunt, filling your womb with his cum, claiming you as his. He rutted his hips into you throughout both of your orgasms, slowly bringing both of you back down.

Zhongli carefully laid next to you, keeping his cock resting deep within your cunt as he held you close. He gently ran his hand up and down your back, whispering sweet praises. Once you caught your breath, you looked up at him with a sweet smile.

"We should go shower before we get too comfortable.

"Oh, Darling, do you really think we were done yet?"

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hear me out...Zhongli in like dragon form. Nsfw. Mayhaps some worship kink?

Hear me out...zhongli LOVES the praise. Comes with being a forgotten archon 😚🥰

he gasped loudly as she finally sank down on him, shuddering as her hand rubbed gently along his scaled torso. He had expected her to be frightened of this form. It was his more humanoid form, but he knew the sight of the wings, the tail, the claws, the scales...him in this form would be somewhat frightening.

Instead, he witnessed a starved kind of hunger within Y/N that had him shuddering. And her sweet words...

"Fuck, Zhongli," She whimpered. "F-Feel so...different. Feels...really good."

She was referring to his transformed...and larger member now throbbing inside of her. The spurs along his length likely provided a new sensation for her that was stirring her. It certainly didn't help that he was much thicker and even longer than he was normally. yet she took him beautifully.

Y/N rocked her hips slowly, smirking when he shuddered. "Doing so good for me, love," She hummed. "staying so still." Never mind the ropes she'd tied around his wrists to keep him in place. "All hot and whimpering." Never mind the nearly hour of teasing she'd done with her mouth and used many of their various toys to stretch her better so she can take him as easily as she did. "Love how you're begging."

And begging he was. "Y/N, please. please. I need you. I need you to fuck me already!" He whimpered. He couldn't handle it anymore when she smirked at him and easily overwhelmed her, the ropes snapping as his strength nearly bent the bedframe. She didn't stand a chance against him in this form.

[inviouswriting]

Dragon’s Don’t Share

This is a 18+ post, minors DNI.

I received a prompt that I toyed with for a few days and it came out wonderfully. 

Childe hitting on Zhongli’s wife unbeknownst to Childe, and ends up with a very spicy evening.

Turned into one of my longer stories, but hey! loved writing this one!

Warnings below.

Warnings include - Fem!reader, established relationship, married, hetero-sex, oral sex giving and receiving, fingering, kissing.

 Zhongli had met up with Childe for an outing, getting the fatui harbinger use to Liyue customs still. They had sat down at Wanmin’s and settled into the specials offered by Xiangling’s rare inclusions. Zhongli is on his second cup of tea when Childe begins to talk about the morning before meeting up with the former archon.

“Xiangshen, you know everyone here, but have you seen this person around?” Zhongli raises his gaze to see the slight stare from Childe, one that someone gets when recalling details.

“I do know every face that resides here, tell me more, you seem enamored.” He’s amused at the idea of a face he hasn’t seen. Amusement that slowly begins to fade when Childe begins to describe you to him. From your height, your body, Childe missing the way Zhongli’s eyes glow brief at him focusing on your breasts or ass, or the bold of him flirting with you. The outfit you are wearing today as you were shopping for clothes, a gold and brown cheongsam dress. You always dress like you belong to the geo archon, in his colors and styles he finds for you to indulge him. Brighter golds and browns to his darker versions, you complimented each other whenever you are out together.

If Childe had used his elemental sight, he would have seen the yellow mark at your neck or how much of Zhongli’s essence lingers into you to mistake you for either an adeptus or a geo vision holder.

“Mr. Zhongli, your tea is getting cold, would you like to have it warmed up?” Xiangling notes how Zhongli is distracted enough to let the cup go cold, a rare occurrence for him, he never lets a cup be wasted.

“My apologies, yes, I’d appreciate that. Childe, it seems you are brave to attempt to court someone like that. What did she say?” He is curious to know if you deflected Childe or entertained him, he knows your loyalty is absolute.

“She denied me, she laughed at me, but I think there might be a chance somewhere. Say... when were you going to introduce me to your wife? You’ve spoken a lot of her, but I’ve still yet to meet her.” Childe changes the subject after seeing the slight possessive stare behind the former archon’s eyes, like he was talking about something forbidden with the woman he was describing.  

“My wife is a wonderful woman. You will meet her one day, maybe tomorrow? We should finish our meal, I do want to catch her before she gets tired, she was out shopping today for clothes.” Zhongli mentions light at the shopping, maybe Childe will connect the two together.  

The meal is finished, and Childe pays for it while Zhongli is caught up in thought about you. He wants to rush back to put his own worry to rest and see you more than ever.  

“you said we’d be able to meet with your wife tomorrow, right? Should we come back here? Or Third Round?” Childe raises the question, excited for the chance to meet the woman who snared the heart of an archon. The slight raised grin on Zhongli’s face as he thought about it, a perfect way to show you belong to him after what he intends to do to you tonight.

“That sounds like a splendid idea. Same time?” They shake hands on it as a verbal contract, Zhongli sees the harbinger off, then turns on his heel to head home. Where you await him.

Yours and Zhongli’s home was set across the bridge closer to leaving the harbor but a little further from prying eyes and ears with how you two can get. Zhongli sees smoke from the fireplace knowing you are already cooking something for yourself. You were aware your husband would eat out but always make extra with how much the man can actually intake. He’ll burn it off later either training or with you.  

You hear the door open but don’t lift your head from the stove until you are almost finished with the mora meat sandwiches you were making.  

“Welcome home dear~” Zhongli hears your voice; with that cheerful tone he loves. The one directed only to him, and starts to shed his coat, gloves, and vest. He finds you easy and before you know it, you are hugged from behind in such a strong embrace you wondered what had happened to make him hug you like this.

“Almost done?” He inquires and you know that tone in his voice, slightly playful as one of his hands squeezes your side, taking in what is his earning a sigh from you.

“About five minutes love?” You lean back into his arms, letting him feel you, letting him touch you like he needs to. The way he holds you is like he is afraid of losing you, like you’ll slip from his hands, and you want to relieve that feeling. True to your word you were done making the meal but set it aside knowing you’ll need it later. You have snacked on other things during your outing and won’t be hungry till later.

You look up into the amber eyes when Zhongli turns you to face him. You see his eyes searching yours, vibrant and intense gold eyes smolder as they stare into yours. You can see worry etched into the edges of his eyes like something did upset him, you take his left hand and bring it you your face getting him to feel it. You lean your head into his hand; nip at his thumb when it passes across your painted lips. How you awaken a fire within him, with the little bite, he presses your bottom lip down smearing the color that he put there this morning.

Zhongli takes it a little further with getting you to suck on the thumb as it presses into your mouth. You obediently do, his other hand coming up to pet through your hair, like he needs to make a mess of you, that it is his hands that touch you.

“How was your day, my love? Did you find anything that caught your eye?” Zhongli asks finally, removing his thumb to let you speak, but rubs your lips with it. He dips his head to press subtle kisses at the corner of your mouth, the gentleman shining in front of you. Arms wind behind you pulling you into him till you feel like you are protected from anything, are protected.

“My shopping was a little fruitful, I found some dresses that you’ll like.” Your husband kisses the other side of your face waiting for you to continue speaking, small pecks near your eyes that make your heart sing with love for how gentle he is being, almost betraying the intensity you saw in his eyes earlier.

“Oh? You’ll show me later. Anything else?” You finally understand the underlying of his tone. The cause for possessiveness.

“I was flirted with by that Snezhnayan guy, the one you hang out with a lot?” There you feel his grip tighten around you. You know who Childe is, have seen him around the traveler and your husband but was always too busy to talk to him directly yourself. Just he has never seen you with how much Zhongli has kept your attention and stayed with you for the years he was courting you.  

“I declined him naturally, I did say I was married, but I think it went over his head. He was too busy staring.” Zhongli lifts his head to regard you, seeing the sincerity behind your eyes. Childe left out the detail of you saying you are married. You feel a hand ghost on your arm, smoothing down to grasp your hand in his, raising it up to lace your fingers together like you’ve done on many occasions.

“Did it worry you? You seem tense since you got home. You know I-” Your head is tilted upwards as you speak, and before you could finish your sentence, he claims your lips in a kiss. A hand presses at the small of your back, inching you closer to your archon till you are pressed against him again and tilted back to where you rely on him for support.

“Forgive me in advance, I need to do this.” You soon feel his hand slipping beneath the slit in the side of your dress, moving to the back where the dress leaves enough slack for him to smooth his palm along your skin feeling it for himself. Fingers pressing along your spine till they encounter the bra you wear, quickly undoing it to be uninterrupted in feeling how soft you are. His other hand busy keeping your hand held in it.  

You feel your legs threaten to give out from the angle and from the kiss trails from your lips to your neck. Teeth grazing along the small spot he exploits a lot, just below your ear where he has marked this with a symbol only, he sees. Your hands go to his shirt to hold onto it as you are collected in those strong arms and carried with ease towards your bedroom.

Once through the threshold of the room is when Zhongli trips when getting you onto the bed, and him kneeling at the edge of the bed. You snicker a little at the slight clumsy behavior you only see in him when he’s eager to please you. That predatory stare from earlier returns in full, and you bite your lip as he crawls over the top of you caging your head between his arms.

“You are mine... and mine alone.” You nod your head in agreement, amber eyes taking in how helpless you are under him, he sits light on your lap not putting his whole weight on you, but you understand as he tugs open the front of your dress.  

“Yes, all yours, there is no one else that would ever have my eyes.�� A flash of gold tells you he likes hearing it, he brings you up to peel the dress from your shoulders exposing skin to himself. The straps of the bra tugged down with the sleeves, and you chatter your teeth just briefly from anticipation of what he has in store for you.  

Zhongli cups your face in his hands tilting your head up to have the gentle of kisses pressed to your mouth. The tenderness he shows you is the respect in how much he genuinely loves you, he always does this before he looks at your body, before he even dares to touch you intimately. Seeking his permission in this kiss, and you grant it with tugging on his tie closer.  

You entertain the kiss parting your lips for him to press his tongue inside, yours meets his alongside his to reach his mouth. He deepens the kiss pressing as close as he gets, his arms around you keeping you pinned to him. His hands rubbing against your back feeling you, both of you had closed your eyes into the kiss to properly feel and taste.  

The kiss between you is broken both of you breathless, and his lips trail down your cheek to that one spot, leaving a few marks on your skin, ones that can’t be hidden by a collar in his moment of possessiveness to ensure that when he shows you off to Childe he knows this woman belongs to Zhongli.

Your husband gets up and scoots down to remove the rest of your dress tugging it off your legs discarding it over the edge of the bed along with the thin panty. He kneels between your legs, letting them rest at the sides of his waist, you cover your chest from feeling cold and intimidated by his stare.

Zhongli begins to undo the tie he wears and unbuttons the shirt, matching you in being barely dressed. The only thing remaining are his pants, you know how much he does not wear anything beneath them. You wrap your legs around his waist pulling yourself to grind against the bulge you feel. This earns him groaning and pushing against you to feel you underneath him. You squirm as a result of him putting his weight on you this time, you also feel teeth on your shoulder deft in the bite he delivers.

“Morax!!” Zhongli travels further down your chest to pass his tongue over a nipple, flicking it across the bud as it hardens underneath then sucks on it. You tangle your fingers into his hair, feeling a hand tweak the other nipple between his fingers, till you push against his waist trying to ride him through his pants.

You feel him push back against your waist centering you to himself, your hands reaching for his hair only to be caught by him and pinned above your head. His left hand holds your hands down, while his right continues to travel down your abdomen, fingers tracing the other sigil he has placed there. You blush furious from the smirk hs gives you as his power thrums to life resonating with the mark.  

Your voice resounds off the walls and is music to his ears when he hears your moan. He lingers his hand a few seconds more than let's go of your hands in favor of grabbing your hips to pull them so your lower half is presented more to him, getting you into an embarrassing position as your feet are towards your head.

“Z-Zhongli!?” He lifts his gaze to you, a cheeky smug smirk at the corner of his lips seeing how red your face is at this position. Mischief behind those amber eyes as they lower to take in all that is his. You cover your face when you feel his fingers along your folds spreading them open to his eyes.  

“You have such a lovely color here, and you are already dripping... What a waste.” You barely notice the change in his form, from the simple man that loves you to the archon. With how his arms and legs decorate themselves in black with gold veins. You can only plead with your eyes for a little mercy until you feel wet heat against your pussy, starting at your clit towards your hole. You keen out letting your voice echo through the room itself.

“M-Morax!” Molten gold eyes focus on your own, he buries his tongue into you keeping your folds apart with his fingers save for one rubbing the nub near his nose. That same possessive stare he had transfixed on you all evening is more prominent now than ever.  

“My name... again... say it!” Zhongli commands it under his breath, and you bite your lip at hearing the tone out of him, deep and absolute.

“Morax! Morax!!!” Hot breath on your slit as he breathes on it before slipping his tongue back inside. You cry out more when he pushes his tongue deeper to that one spot trying to please you well. You feel two fingers slip in with his tongue to prod your gspot to get you to thrash underneath him in pure pleasure that all you could do is chant your husband's name like the former god he is.

Zhongli keeps up his fingers even when he feels your feet dig into his shoulders to push you closer to his mouth. He feels your walls tensing around them as he pumps them into you. His tongue swirling around your clit till stars behind your eyes and white-hot runs through you as you reach your first orgasm in a squirt that is quickly drank in by your husband.

You pant as you are lowered down to the bed and look up at Zhongli; his eyes hold a pained expression, and you know why. When you feel your strength return from your orgasm is when you get onto your hands and knees in front of him. Zhongli already pulling off his pants in favor of getting your mouth on his cock soon.  

A sight he enjoys as you lower down in front of him, you run your hand along the length of his dick stroking him lovingly. Zhongli pets through your hair as you pump him, feeling him throb and twitch in your hand.  

“You are so good to me, endure a little longer and I will make you feel really good.” You hum in response to his words and look up at him with a smile.

“You already make me feel good. You’re also cute when you’re jealous.” You don’t miss him puffing his cheeks at this rare moment. Nor do you miss the face he makes when you run your tongue along his shaft from base to tip. Zhongli guides you as you take him into your mouth relaxing your jaw as you swallow him down.

Fingers comb through your hair, Zhongli lets out his own moans with how you suck or sweep your tongue around the tip. You bring a hand to play with his balls, your tongue paying attention to that one spot just underneath the tip that produces a visible shiver through him. You look up at him giving him a sight of you pleasing him with your mouth, lowered eyes and pleading him for more.

Your archon is overtaken with the image he will keep in his mind, and soon you feel him twitch. You pull back enough for just the tip to remain in your mouth and taste salty sweet on your tongue as he cums. You don’t swallow yet and collect all of it, milking him of his seed till you are sure every drop is in your mouth.  

Zhongli looks down to you and sees the blush on your face as you open your mouth to show him his seed coating your tongue. Your husband makes a noise in the back of his throat at you showing him this, and it does wonders for him feeling his claim over you. He visibly shivers and something within him snaps, you swallow his seed, even licking your lips as you keep eye contact with Zhongli’s now glowing eyes at such a display before him.

Before you know it, you are flipped onto your stomach, and your hips raised into the air. Zhongli moves over you, and you sigh brief feeling heat against your back, as he positions his cock to your soaked folds. He doesn’t need to wait with all the foreplay you both had done and slips inside with ease. You close your eyes and let out a surprised moan at the sudden penetration. The angle he has you at lets him in deep, and you feel him kiss your shoulder when he is fully inside you bottomed out.  

“You have no idea... just what you do to me dear. I want to see you on your knees more, I want you screaming my name till everyone in this harbor knows who you belong to. I want to cum in every spot I can till you can’t walk, and all you taste is my seed. You are mine... and mine alone. I will see to that contract is never broken.” He almost growls in your ear, his hands gripping your hips tight as he begins to thrust into you.  

You barely hear him undo the tie holding his hair back but see a curtain of brown and gold. Black and gold arms hold you down, thrusts that are made are hard and fast. You yelp when one of his thrusts gets his balls to slap against your clit. He does this again till you whine for more. Zhongli holds your hands down in front of you, while his teeth graze your neck to leave as many marks as possible in your skin.

Zhongli is wild in his movements; you feel amazing and with him angling exactly right thrusts into your g-spot again.

You can’t help but moan his name or reach for the pillows tugging one to muffle your screams only to have it grabbed from you and tossed off the bed. You keen out louder, Zhongli making his thrusts longer and deeper deliberately dragging himself inside you to hear you whimper under your breath when he focuses a series of thrusts to that one spot that makes you see stars.

Your archon pulls from you to briefly flip you onto your back and buries himself inside you again. You hear the sound of skin against skin. One of his hands under your chin to get you to look him in his eyes, he holds a feral look to his blazing gold eyes. He gets you to wrap your legs around his waist and cling to him as he thrusts wild till he feels you claw his back and that warmth gush against his lap again as you peak in a orgasm.

Zhongli buries himself deep, spilling his seed within you getting you to blush at feeling warmth in your belly. He has enough strength in him to make sure he lays next to you, keeping himself buried inside, keeping you clinging to him. You nuzzle into his face with yours, getting loving kisses placed on your cheek, letting him calm down while entangled with your limbs.

You feel hands cup your face and lips pepper you with kisses. The possessive nature Zhongli held in his eyes fades as he simply loves you now. Your screams of his name and letting him claim you in a way only he can.  

“My love... You're not hurt at all?” He does fret about being too rough, his many bite marks on your skin, he notes the one on your neck that you won’t hide. You touch it gingerly, and smile at him.

“I like it, but please tell me what provoked you in this manner?” Zhongli merely presses his face into your hair.

“Childe flirted with you.” You knew the answer but seeing him be like this made you feel wanted and loved by him to many lengths.

“Maybe it is time I meet him, so he knows I’m married to the former geo archon?” You tease him and earn him pinning you down again with a warning in his eyes.

“Funny you say that; we will be going out tomorrow, he is treating both of us to Third Round.” Your eyes widen at the realization that Childe will be meeting you a day after you have had sex with Zhongli. Your face is flushed from how you will look with marks all over your neck, and glowing yellow if Childe uses his elemental sight.

“I love you.” You manage out and hear a happy hum out of him in agreement.

“I love you too. Now rest, I will go grab you your food.” You curl up in the blankets, feeling your legs shaking from the intense lovemaking you two did.

The next day when you meet up with Childe, the harbinger does a double take seeing you under the arm of Zhongli looking smitten by him.  

“Xianshen, this is the woman I was talking about yesterday. How do you know her?” He almost looks shocked, but something clicks with the way you are dressed in colors that compliment Zhongli’s.

“Oh, you’re here already. Well... This is my wife. Let me introduce you to her.” Zhongli does smile seeing how Childe shakes your hand, a little more hesitant under the watchful eye of the archon.  

“I am pleased to meet you Childe, I have heard a lot about you. Shall we sit down to dinner together now?”  

[glazelilysoup]

zhongli x adeptus!reader

cw: fem!reader, hu tao knows zhongli is rex lapis, very self-indulgent, inspired by me standing on the statue and thinking 'hey that looks kinda cool', not proofread, written while watching markiplier

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in liyue, it wasn't as uncommon as one might think to find a statue of rex lapis that seemed a bit... off. if one wasn't paying attention, one might not notice at all. it was a small difference, yet it was one that had huge implications.

on statues of rex lapis in both dihua marsh and mingyun village, there can be a feminine figure found on the deity's side. other notable differences with these statues, is rex lapis' posture. the cube he once held in his right hand now rests in his left. his once occupied right hand now resides on the woman's waist, an extremely important detail for historians.

the widely believed theory among the citizens of liyue was that they were lovers, much to historians' dismay. they were appalled at the sheer lack of reasoning people put to their decisions. when asked why they jumped to such conclusions, one girl had the audacity to giggle, "i just think its a cute idea!" she said. the two akadeymia researchers surveying her practically had their jaws to the floor.

the rather tall man next to her looked just as shocked. "...cute? director-"

hu tao continued, ignoring the looks, "imagine the ever stoic and knowledgeable rex lapis with someone who cares for him. not because he's an archon, but because they truly love him. seems like a story worth telling, no?"

the researchers mumbled to each other, "too bad our essay isn't on baseless tales..." unseen by the students, the tips of zhongli's ears reddened a bit at the funeral parlor director's words. "mr zhongli! you seem to be a knowledgeable and reasonable man. what is your take on the special statues?"

the man coughed, slightly off guard, "well," his long pause caused a slight anxiety to wash through the air, "i, too, think that they were lovers. not for the reasons the director did, mind you, but for... ah, for personal reasons." the researchers gave him a quizzical look, one that made the redness of his ears creep slowly towards his face.

"personal... reasons? i- i shan't press you about the matter since you seem to not want to share. if that's all the two of you have to say, we will take our leave. thank you for the opportunity."

as the researchers left, a woman ran past them, "zhongli! li!" and when reaching the man whom she was calling out to, she casually linked arms with him and waved at hu tao.

"dear, you really needn't be so loud." he continued talking after y/n mumbled a quick 'sorry', "no need to be sorry, y/n. by the way, those akadeymia students were inquiring about you."

she sighed, "the statues? i knew those weren't a good idea, they cause so much debate among humans."

"debate is healthy!" hu tao chimed in.

a/n: slowly developing a theme! + i ♡ hu tao

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[nativeofsumeru]

His Majesty (Zhongli x fem! reader)

A/N: This too is an old fic I wrote way back when so apologies for any errors.

(Not proofread)

(I might post some of the next parts I wrote that follow this story if there's enough positive feedback.) UPDATE:

(AU-Liyue is a kingdom, Zhongli is a dragon with a humanoid form with his special arms and horns and tail, he is the deity/king that rules over Liyue, this is more of an ancient China theme inspired fic. you are a from a high class, wealthy, and influential family who is friends with the royals. Hu Tao is a princess whom you've grown up with that Zhongli has adopted. Xiao is an adopted prince. Both were poor orphans for the first few years of life before he took them in. Ningguang is your sister. There is also parent mistreatment.)

(Y/N) clutched the fabrics closer to her body. She wasn't cold, but it was for a sense of comfort. It must've been the upteenth time she's wandered these halls, and yet, they still feel so lonely. The high ceiling of the palace made her feel small. The warm colors decorating the walls didn't make the setting any more welcoming. Her fabrics were a rich red made of the finest silk flowers, hand crafted and hand designed. Buying a single section of this kind of quality fabric of such a color and with such patterns could easily set back a commoner family decades in the financial department. And here she was. Wearing it practically for free. The hall stretched on for miles. She couldn't even begin to imagine how many lives must've been lost to create such a structure, at the hands of a god. Her attention was caught further down the hall. A faint yet familiar "Yahoo!" could be heard heading her way. (Y/N) smiled warmly and walked briskly towards the voice, her long fabrics flowing on behind her.

"Hu Tao?" She said, her voice was a little raised.

"(Y/N)!" Her friend came into view. They embraced each other smiling."It's been so long!" (Y/N) nodded.

"Yea...it has. How's life been? I haven't seen you since the wedding..."  Hu Tao sighed.

"Don't be surprised. I think I'm the unluckiest woman in the world to have been married to that guy. If Master didn't arrange the whole thing I would've gladly stayed here with you. I know it gets lonely here." (Y/N) looked down at the ground sadly. "Yea..."

"He's on a trip though, going to sell some things in Inazuma so today I was able to escape the maids and pop in for the visit." (Y/N) was shocked to hear that.

"What?! But aren't you afraid?" Hu Tao acted nonchalant., hands on her hips and smiling.

"Of what? The Dragon's Gaze? I can deal with that old man if his wrath ever comes near me. I'll be fine. Besides, it's not fair that you're here all alone by yourself every day."

"I guess so." Her friend put a hand on her shoulder. (Y/N) looked up and here and smiled.

"Come on, let's go to the stables or something and enjoy our time while we're here." The smile faltered.

"Uhhh, about that..." Hu Tao was surprised.

"He doesn't allow you to go to the stables too?!"

"No no no no no, not that. It's just that, I don't think I'm allowed to ride the horses or anything."

"Why not? We always used to do it. Have you not been able to since I left?" Her friend frowned at her. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around her stomach.

"I'm, uh...banned from any strenuous activity for now. Um, the doctor says I might be with child."

"WHAT?!" Hu Tao quickly covered her mouth, she hadn't expected to be that loud. She didn't know whether to be happy or sad, but based off her friend's reaction, (Y/N) didn't seem all that thrilled.

"He doesn't know yet and I'm scared." Her friend took her in her arms again and squeezed tightly.

"How did I end up here?"

~~

(Y/N) walked around her estate. It was a bright sunny day, no clouds in sight, and the weather was warm. Not too far above, a mighty woosh could be heard and the shadow of a  dragon soared in the sky. It has shiny metallic brown scales, large golden horns, and a glowing golden and orange mane. The most distinguishing feature of this dragon was it's piercing honey gold eyes that could strike fear in even the bravest of men. She remembered the lesson from her history class.

'Long ago, 500 years into the past, the kingdom of Liyue was a small yet prosperous nation, the only one in the area for miles. The people lived peacefully at first, however, then the Queen of Monsters awokened from her thousand year slumber. She pillaged the land with her monster kin, destroying homes, and flattening cities. The militias and armies fought valiantly at the old Emperor's command. Yet all efforts to quell the threat failed. More monsters had begun infiltrating the capital and it wouldn't be much longer until the Queen had arrived upon the land and ended every human life, except those she deemed worthy to be her followers. You could see her silhouette on the horizon, growing nearer and nearer. The people fled as quickly as they could for their lives, when suddenly...a massive dragon burst forth from the earth, filled with beauty and might. He fiercely took down the Queen of Monsters in a monsterous battle alongside the humans. He fought valiantly until he eventually ended her life with a bite to the throat. He made quick work of her remaining followers and monster kin, those who were lucky enough to escape his punishment fled far beyond the mountains, never to return again. The mighty dragon became known as The Protector and the people began worshipping him for years to come. As time went on, Liyue began rebuilding from scratch under the Dragon's Gaze, the modern day name of His Majesty's army and special forces to protect the people. Eventually, the need for a new ruler became apparent with the death of the previous royals and many of the upper class. The people were all in agreement that The Protector should be the one to rule over Liyue. He listened to their wishes and had transformed himself into a more humanoid form that would allow him to tend to specific matters. He expanded the kingdom and brought prosperity to the once weakened people on the brink of extinction. Since then, the dragon has lived on, protecting the people and ruling over Liyue.'

"(Y/N)! My dear, let's go! It's time for dinner with the royal family!" Her mother ran over and almost dragged her to the dressing room in their mansion.

"Mom, do I really have to wear this?" Her mom yanked at her hair mid styling. "Ow-"

"Yes, and I will not hear another bit of complaining from you. Now shut it and sit still while I try to tame this lion's mane." Her sister walked out from behind the changing screen.

"How do I look mother?" She asked. Their mother let go of (Y/N)'s hair letting it fall back down to have to be styled again as she rushed to her sister. Their mother gently put her hands on her sister's face.

"Oh Ningguang you look beautiful! Absolutely beautiful! His majesty will surely accept your hand in marriage!" Ningguang gave a frustrated sigh.

"Mother, how many times do I have to tell you. I'm not interested in that old man. I'm just going because the family is, I could care less that he's lonely and wants a wife now."

"Nonsense!" Their mother said joyfully while returning back to (Y/N)'s hair. "Your father and I have worked so hard for this moment, Ningguang! Now if you'll excuse me, I need to return to tending to her sister's erm, unique hair." Ningguang walked out of the room. Their mother tightened her grip on (Y/N)'s hair and whispered harshly into your ear, her cheery expression fading.

"Now you listen here. You will lay low and let your older sister have the spotlight. You are not to look at His Majesty at all and you will simply do your best to act as if you didn't exist, alright dear?" 

"Yes mother." The cheery tone and smile returned.

"Oh I'm so excited! I can't wait for your sister to be married!!"

                                                                    ===Later===

The family entered the palace and were told that His Majesty was running a little behind and that they could feel free to roam the palace while they waited.

"Hey Mother, is it alright if (Y/N) and I explore on our own?" Ningguang asked.

"Of course dear! You go and have fun!" Their mother was practically star struck. "Oh to be in the palace of a god, The Great Protector!" The girls walked away. They walked down one of the many halls. (Y/N) was fascinating and in awe whereas Ningguang seemed unfazed. If anything she seemed bored.

"Hey sis?" (Y/N) snapped out of her trance.

"Yea?"

"I'm going to find the lady's room, ok? You stay here." (Y/N) nodded and her sister walked away. (Y/N) slowly walked around the hall, forgetting her sister's instructions to stay put. They would be seeing each other all at dinner anyway. One hall had painting and engraving carved into the wall and various sculptures depicting the events of 500 years ago and The Protector's rise to power. (Y/N) stared at the artwork, it inspired her. Eventually at the end of the hallway was a statue of a humanoid figure although he had some dragon-like characteristics. (Y/N)'s hand slowly found themselves running over the features of the man lightly. She couldn't help but admire the amount of craftsmanship put into such a piece.

"What are you doing?" She screamed and jumped back in fright from the voice behind her nearly falling to the ground. But something caught her arm before she could.

"You should really be more careful." The deep male voice said again. She looked up to see the piercing golden eyes of His Majesty, The Great Protector. Time seemed to stand still. Her eyes widened and he helped her regain stability on her feet. She immediately looked away and bowed her head, putting her arms together and profusely apologizing.

"I am so sorry, I am so sorry, I am so sorry, I am SO sorry, i am so sorry, Your Majesty. I promise to never ensite your wrath again, I am so sorry." His expression didn't change.

"There is no need to apologize." She looked up at him surprised as he turned his back. "I understand humans are naturally curious. You seem to have a keen eye for artwork." The GREAT Protector, His Majesty, was speaking to HER.  "Am I wrong?" He said as if waiting for her to respond.

"O-Oh um um um y-yea uh haha um uh y-yes. I-I like work I mean art I mean artwork yes um....yea." He faced her once more. Those eyes were so....entrancing.

"You are the daughter of my guests I am hosting this evening are you not?" She remembered her mother's rules.

"Oh um yea, and my sister uh-"

"Excellent, we will be dining soon. Please go to the dinner table now. Your parents are already there. I will be arriving shortly." (Y/N) nodded profusely. 

"Yes, Your Majesty, thank you." And she briskly walked away.

She sat at her seat in the dining room which might as well be a ballroom, it was massive. Her parents were present however she was yet to spot her sister. 

"Where is your sister?" Her mother asked, frustrated.

"I don't know-" A servant entered.

"All rise, for the entrance of his Majesty, The Great Protector." In walked His Majesty, in expensive shining fabrics changing the atmosphere of the room with his presence. (Y/N) looked at him. Was he always this handsome?

(Y/N)'s mother was grinning ear to ear, trying so hard to advertise herself as an amazing mother. Her father didn't change much, he was still expressionless and seemed indifferent with the situation at hand. (Y/N) sat farthest from where The Protector would be seated and began her process of laying low. Her mother began buttering him up and making excuses for her other daughter's temporary absence which His Majesty didn't seem to care much about. (Y/N) swore he had been glancing at her multiple times throughout the dinner. She only ate small portions and never asked the servants for extra food or service unlike her mother who was basking in the feeling of being royalty.

Eventually her mother had enough.

"(Y/N)!"

"Yes mother?"

"Where is Ningguang?! I wanted her to meet His Majesty!"

"Ma'am," a different servant entered the room.

"WHAT?!" Her mother snapped.

"Your daughter was found boarding a ship at the docks not long ago."

"SHIP?!?!?! WHAT SHIP?!" His Majesty looked over mid tea sip.

"The Crux ship of Captain Beidou!"

"Pirates kidnapped?!?!?" Her mother began looking worried. The servant nervously passed a piece of paper to her.

"Um..Not exactly Mrs....She dropped this while smiling and flipping off those trying to stop her..."

-Mom, Dad, I haven't been kidnapped. I like women. See you never. :)- 

Her mother became frantic. His Majesty gave a small chuckle. (Y/N) looked at him and blushed. Gosh he was handsome. They made eye contact and she shifted her gaze back to her very interesting bowl of empty soup. Very interesting. 

"My apologies, your Majesty, but we must be heading home now!" Her mother said sweetly through gritted teeth.

"Oh, is that so?" 

"YES." She clutched (Y/N)'s shoulders so tightly she gave a small yelp. He took notice. (Y/N) got up and solemnly followed them out the door.

"Wait," He said sternly and calmly arose from his seat. "I would like her to stay."

"I'm sorry Your Majesty, whom are you speaking of?" Her mother said pushing (Y/N) out behind the door.

"Her. Your other daughter ma'am." He pointed at said (Y/N). 

"W-What other daughter?" He didn't falter. "O-oh her, she's not our daughter, she's some servant's daughter we got paid to take with us. 

"Hm," He said. "No wonder she is so well mannered. Tell the servant who birthed her that her daughter was fortunate to draw my keen eye and I would like her to stay the weekend at the palace." (Y/N)'s mother seemed like she was going to explode knowing where this was going.

"Of course Your Majesty. I will relay the message. Are you sure you want this dirty servant girl?"

"Yes." She dragged her daughter back into the room and left without saying another word. She was admittedly near tears. She never expected that her parents would lie to The Protector about her to deter him from her.

"You never have to see them again. The wedding is tomorrow afternoon. Anything you wish to have on that day shall be granted. Simply tell my servants and if it is in my power to bestow it upon you I shall." Then he left.

The bed was comfortable. This is what royalty could buy. Her new husband entered the bedroom and began to undress himself. It was time to consummate the marriage and make it final. She stared at him in awe and was nervous. He was muscular and extremely well built, almost as if he hadn't been alive for centuries. He was big too....Wait. Consummate the marriage?!

~~

"I was the first one to sleep with The Great Protector." (Y/N) said drunkenly, holding her glass up.

"You go bestie." Hu Tao slurred. A worried servant was tending to the two.

"U-um your majesties? Don't you think you've had enough?" 

"Pour us another Katheryne!"

"My name is Xingxi."

"That sex was fuckin great lemme tell you."

"Tell me."

"Damn right I rode that dragon baby." Xingxi took the remaining alcohol and left the vicinity to do other chores.

~~

She layed in bed on her back, staring at the ceiling. Intricately painted and carved designs of dragons decorated it. She missed him. It was unfortunate that the war had happened so soon and that her love had to go fight it. He was The Protector after all. She kept her hands above her stomach. It would surely grow in 9 months. If The Protector were to...no. Let's not think about that. No heir is needed. The Protector would return in due time. She stroked her stomach. Would she really have a baby? She felt a faint thud vibrate the ground.

"Your Majesty?" A servant knocked on the door of her room. (Y/N) sat up and made herself decent.

"Come in."

"Your Majesty, he has returned." Her eyes widened and she quickly sprinted out of the room and out the door. She rushed down the many halls and bumped into many different servants.

"SORRY!" She yelled back at them. Her footsteps were so loud. She rushed outside to the courtyard nearly crashing into a servant who had been quick enough to open the door.

There he has. The massive dragon looked at her with it's soft honey gold eyes and walked towards her. It blew on her face and gently nudged her head. She smiled and cried and hugged its face holding it close to her. The dragon let her and closed its eyes as its wife held on tightly. She stroked its face and they looked at each other.

"My love." She heard it say.

[demonskiss]

MY BABY!! SWEET, SWEET RAN.. can we get mean/hard dom!morax? You’ve filled my brain with him and it’s just :(( just wanna get more of ur thoughts on him so there’s nothing specific here :)

morax nsfw drabble 1

cw: blowjob, hard dom morax, dacryphilia, punishment, implied spanking

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

morax can truly be described as one word, “unyielding”. not even you, his dearest can escape him. not even when you’re kneeled by his feet, sucking his cock with tears in your eyes and so utterly desperate to please your almighty lover. morax sneered at the pathetic sight in front of him, feigning disinterest.

“you think your punishment is over?” his voice bellows, feeling your jaw slack around his length. “you haven’t even made me cum yet, is this really how you treat your master?” oh, you’re too embarrassed to admit it but, just the threat made you impossibly horny, craving his cock inside you even more. you purposely slow your pace, curiosity egging you on to see what he’d do to you.

morax’s eyebrows furrow, huffing as his hardened cock pops out of your mouth and resting onto his chiseled stomach. “acting bratty now, hm? let’s see how you’ll behave once you get a nice spanking.” oh… perhaps you’ll disobey a lot more now <3

thank you vi. for sending this in when i did not shut the fuck up about morax. i am still mentally ill.

[galaxiadreams]

The Final Blessing-

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Warning: blood, death, angst

Synopsis: the archon war was cruel, in order to save your people and Zhongli, you broke his contract...

Word Count: 686

a/n: Hiiiii!!! This is my first post of writing on tumblr(there maybe some grammar mistakes etc.) pls enjoy! constructive criticism welcomed! I hope to post more writing in the future!

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The sky was painted red with blood, smoke and ash falling all around her. She lay on the ground along with her fellow soldiers, eyes trying to focus on the gray snowflake drifting above her. Ears ringing, she tries to push herself up, up to fight again. But not a muscle in her body would allow that. She could hardly breath and felt so tired. How did she end up like this? Another body fell beside her, she strained her neck to see an arrow edged deep into his left eye, blood streaming down his face like tears. She remembers now, he was her Head General. Memories flood her with emotions, excitement, anger, horror, and hopelessness. It was the Archon War, a war for the strong, a war for the greedy, a war that will only end in loss. 

She looked up at the pink clouds slowly rolling across the blood orange sky. Gosh, dusk never looked so serene and beautiful… A shadow blocked her view, golden hair flowing around the figure. 

“Have you come to kill me, Morax?” Her voice was tiny against all the chaos around her. 

“Yes,” Morax replied. His response sent her heart plummeting down further than the abyss. “You violated our contract and endangered my people” Oh Celestia, what great irony to be killed by the one you were trying to save. 

Turquoise tears streamed down her face, she scoffed, “Of course, the emperor of contracts shows no mercy to those who break his flimsy paper contracts.” 

“You know very well of what you did.”

“Yeah, trying to protect my people and yours from treacherous death! I was trying to save you! You know I had to do it!” The Goddess of Spring shouted, voice cracking as more tears streamed down her face, “Please, Moarx…” 

The Geo Lord raised his metallic spear, its intricate carvings gleaming in the sunlight. “Y/n… I –” 

“Save it…promise me you’ll take care of my people, please promise me that people will remember me…don’t forget my love for you, please.” she begged, her eyes locking to his watery golden ones. Those Golden hues held so much pain, anger, and desperation; even with a face scrunched up in pain, his beauty never ceases to amaze her. The way his yellow patterns shaped his face, the way his sharp yet curved nose sets perfectly between his eyes…those lips that once whispered praise and promises of a glorious future, the ones that melted her heart and soul. 

“I promise.” he whispers, staring into the star filled eyes of his lover, he brings his spear down. The speed of it ignites the air with fire, as it hits her heart, a shockwave tore through the battlefield. Knocking everyone down in its path. 

The Geo Archon fell to his knees beside her body, her fresh blood painting his robes red. Her blood seeps into the ground of this barren land, destroyed by death and the vengeful energy of dead gods. Moarx has never felt what a stab to the heart truly meant till this moment, his body rocked with sobs as he felt a dagger tearing his heart apart. 

Watching his tears falling to the ground with his head down, a warmth suddenly starts to seep into his knees. Greenery starts to cover the dusty ground as flowers and grass emerge, blanketing the land around him with spring. Moarx raised his head to look at his lover…her soft green hair spreading around her body, his eyes soaking every single up and down of her angelic face as golden dust floated up from her skin. His eyes trail down to his golden spear lodged in her chest…a warm spring breeze hugged him. 

The Battle around him stopped as every monster, man, creature, and god marveled at the new scenery around them. Green fields and meadows spread around them endlessly, peace and tranquility filled their hearts, trees covered with blossoms of every color sprouted from the ground…. This is the final blessing of y/n, Goddess of Spring… a safe heaven in the middle of a war of gods, paid by her blood. 

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