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angelltheninth · 5 months

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Activating Zhongli's Primal Instincts

Pairing: Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, primal kink, biting, hide and seek, clothes ripping, breeding kink, double dick Zhongli, Reader gets pinned down

A/N: Actually it's me who is primal in this case but yeah.

You proposed a little game for him, a harmless game of hide and seek. It was supposed to be fun, but the longer it went on the more you got the idea he was hesitating, waiting for something to happen, then he would approach and let you get away. He wasn't waiting, he was toying with you. Zhongli was stalking you like you were his prey, the barely audible growls getting closer and louder every time you slipped away.

"Why aren't you running faster? You were the one who asked me to play this game." You heard his laugh from behind you but you couldn't quite measure the distance between the two of you, "Run a little bit longer for me. The fun is just beginning."

The almost threatening words got your blood pumping and you ran as fast as you could. You were Zhongli's lover, his darling, he would never hurt you. On the contrary he often made an effort to hold back when you fucked. You never heard his voice like this before, it sent shivers to your very bones.

It was exciting. You had to see what awaited you when he caught you, but you wouldn't make it easy for him. He would know if you did, and he wouldn't like it.

You didn't have to run for long, Zhongli followed the scent, the sounds, the deep breathing and soon you found yourself pinned down, your head pushed into the dirt. That was supposed to be the end of your game but then you felt something, or two things, pressing against your ass. He was hard, really hard, not only that but from what little you could see from the corner of your eyes his horns were out, his eyes glowing and his arms marked all the way down to the tips of his fingers. Since there was clothing in the way of what he wanted he could only destroy it

"Flimsy thing. Getting in my way of claiming my mate." He growled at the clothes like it was personally offending him before ripping it to little bits with his hands. "Tell if you don't want this." One of his cocks was already poking at your wet enterance.

You didn't realize you'd become wet, it all happened so fast. But Zhongli was here, your mate, ready to fuck you sooner then you expected. In the wild, like an animal in heat. You presented yourself to him, pushed your hips backwards, "Breed me right now." You realized then that you were even more far gone then he was.

"Yes." Zhongli pushed one cock into your pussy and let the other slide in between your ass cheeks, leaking warm cum all over it with each thrust. "Let me put a baby in you." He growled as he kisses his way up your back, "You're my mate. I wished for one for a long time. One who will take my seed and give me offspring." Zhongli never talked like this, fucked you as hard as he was. So hard that your knees made holes on the dirt.

"How many?" You moaned out, your own voice foreign to you. "How many will you fuck into me?" You didn't care what the number was, you would take his cum into your womb no matter what.

"As many as I wish." Zhongli bit down into your shoulder, the cock in your pussy shooting out warm jets of sperm into your womb. His hands kept you still, kept you from squirming as your own orgasm caused you to moan and whimper and shake, "And just to be sure." He pulled out right as his cock stopped twitching and started fucking you with the other one just as hard and fast until it too filled your womb with more seed.

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thesparklingwriter · 4 months

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eternity

tags: smut, afab! reader, fem!reader, vanilla, gentle zhong, i think this is still kind of fluffy tbh

word count: 1.6k

a/n: merry Christmas to you all if you celebrate and an early happy birthday to zhongli. this year, i am celebrating two years of him consuming my every waking thought, dream and state of being

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You're always so surprised by how gentle your husband is with you. You're surprised that a being with so much raw power could look at someone like you, someone so fragile in comparison, and make the conscious choice to always be so careful. To always cherish everything you do with so much care.

He has never once raised his voice at you, even in times of stress or panic. His word choices are even gentler than the caring tone of his voice, or the warmth of his hand around yours.

Even after days apart, the way he kisses you is gentle, as if he knows he has all the time in the world to be with you. The way he slides his hands to the front of your silken pyjamas, a gift from him once he noticed you kept stealing his, is laced with tenderness and care. His eyes latch onto yours before he continues, and even though you can see the fire burning behind his pupils, the soft look on his face takes precedence.

You nod, answering his silent question as he pulls your lips to his, his hands lazily busying themselves with your buttons as you feel yourself being led to the bed. You know that if you did not want to follow, there would be no complaint, no pushback, and that knowledge warms you. Any attempts you make to return the favour Zhongli does for you as he frees you of your shirt are quietly ignored as he chooses to wholeheartedly focus on you.

His fingers are cautious as they glide over the bare skin of your chest, and even though he's touched you a thousand times, his eyes still seem as fixated on you as they had been the very first time.

"Is this alright?" he asks, and you reply yes, the same way you do almost every time, and his slight, serene smile finds itself on his face again as he gently pulls you towards his lap. Somewhere along the line--when, you don't remember--Zhongli's own shirt has been discarded, and you rest your hands against his bare chest as you lean in for another kiss. If you pay attention, you can feel the steady beat of his heart and the quickened pace of his breathing under your fingers, and if you hadn't felt it for yourself, you wouldn't have believed it. His fingers calmly massage circles into your back before they sneak down to the waistband of your trousers and pause there.

"Waiting for permission?" you tease quietly, pulling away from zhongli for a single second. His heavy lidded eyes are filled with a slight mirth as he smiles at your words.

"I was simply enjoying the moment," he replies, his voice low and rumbling. "I can continue, unless you have other plans?"

You smile at the way he doesn't take offence to your teasing, the way he languidly pulls the waistband of your trousers further down and helps as you try to navigate getting them off while straddling him. You're grateful that he had the foresight to remove your underwear at the same time as your trousers--you wouldn't have to figure out how to get those off.

Even the way he moves to lay you on your back is graceful. His fingers gently find their way up your thighs, and you're already agreeing to let him touch you before the words 'may I?' leave his mouth. He's careful with his ministrations, slipping one finger into you first, and letting you get used to the feeling--or rather, teasing you with it--before he adds a second, watching your face carefully to gauge his movements. He knows you like the back of his hand, he knows what the quiet whimper that escapes your mouth means, but chooses to pretend he doesn't.

"Tell me what you need, dearest." he whispers. "I'd be happy to oblige."

You fidget under him, another half-formed whimper escaping your lips before you manage to force out a single word.

"More," you whisper. "Please." your hand grips at his arm, but Zhongli doesn't seem to care as he curls his fingers inside you.

"More?" he repeats under his breath. if it weren't for the telltale rasp in his voice, you would have assumed he was unaffected by your desperate whines. "More what? I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific, my dear."

But his words are just for show and he does exactly what you know you want, a smile creeping up on his lips again as he feels your walls tightening around his fingers and your nails dig into his arm.

"Go on," He whispers. "Make a mess for me." Your eyes meet his, and even though his words are a command at face value, you hear the quiet inklings of a request in his voice, as if he needs you to cum on his fingers more than anything else in this world. The look on his face when you oblige him with a quiet whimper is nothing short of fascination and pride--he's infatuated with you, your smile, your eyes, the way you fidget under him desperate for more than one release.

"Good girl," he whispers, gently massaging your hip with his hand, scanning your face for discomfort. He doesn't find any.

He brings his other hand to his mouth, and you cover your face, the sight of him licking you off his fingers too much for you to bear.

"Hmm? What's the problem, beloved?" he asks gently, using the hand that was once massaging your hip to reveal your face to him.

"It's embarrassing," you whine, and Zhongli can't help but chuckle a little at that. He finds it humourous that this is where you draw the line but doesn't question you further, turning his attention to undoing his belt.

You hear him discard his trousers as he leans over you and captures your lips in a gentle kiss.

"Stop teasing me," you complain, and Zhongli once again chuckles, amused by the slight frustration in your face.

"I am in no particular hurry," he smiles. "Is it a crime to want to savour this moment with you?"

"Yes." you reply immediately, and Zhongli realises that perhaps his actions up to this point have been bordering on cruel.

"Very well."

Zhongli gently takes your hand in his as he lines his cock between your folds, and begins to roll his hips at an agonizingly slow pace. You think that once again, he means to tease you, to rile you up, but when you look up at up and see the devotion in his eyes... You're embarrassed for even thinking that way in the first place.

"Are you alright, love?" He whispers, gently burying his face in the crook of your neck after asking, and you nod breathlessly.

"More than alright," you reply between moans, wrapping your legs around his waist, and your arm around his neck. "You're always so good."

Your words have a stronger effect on him than he'd ever thought any person ever could, and his hips stutter and still for a few moments, disrupting the lazy rhythm he'd cultivated. He kisses your neck in response "And you always take me so perfectly."

When Zhongli lifts his head from your neck to focus his attention elsewhere, and the steady pace of his thrusting speeds up, you lace your fingers through his hair. Zhongli notices the signs of the familiar tension building in you, as you squeeze his hand tighter.

"Li, I'm—" you whine, but Zhongli doesn't even need you to finish your sentence to know what you're about to tell him. His intense gaze locks onto yours, telling you everything you could ever want to know, and you pull him back down to your neck as your orgasm consumes you.

You barely even notice when Zhongli's movement still entirely, distracted by the way his teeth catch on the soft part of your neck. You want to laugh. Zhongli has bitten on that same spot on your neck maybe a hundred times, and yet, he's still worried he might hurt or startle you. He attempts to pull away from your neck for a second to look at you, but you drag him to the side instead, wrapping your arms and legs around him tighter.

He begins to ask if you're alright, but the content sigh that slips from your mouth as you attempt to pull him even closer answers his question for him, and he takes a moment to appreciate the movement in its entirety.

He is always surprised by you, by the way you treasure him, by the way you see and appreciate the power he holds, yet treat him the same as you would had he been entirely human. He has lived for thousands of years before you, and will live for thousands of years after, and you know that, but you've never let that knowledge harden your heart or make you believe that he deserves less of you because of it.

Your fingers gently drag against his scalp, the other hand absentmindedly stroking his back, and more than anything, Zhongli is grateful that with you he doesn't have to be an archon or a god or an immortal being with all knowledge of the world and its idiosyncrasies. With you, he is just himself, and he knows you would never begrudge him for that.

"Just a little longer?" You whisper, when you feel Zhongli attempt to move again, no doubt to carry you to a bath that was designated for you, but one he would ultimately find himself in too at your wishes.

"If I were able to," Zhongli whispers back, gently moving your hair out of your face. "I would gift you eternity."

notes: drops this, runs, hides, doesn't open tumblr until the 31st of dec

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gutouhua · 11 months

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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.

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.

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nubisaureus · 11 months

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asking you to sit on their face

character(s): Childe, Zhongli

pairing(s): fem!reader x Childe, Zhongli (separately)

contents: face sitting, praise, domestic scenery, c0ck r1ding, hint of breeding

a/n: hey y'all! sorry for the long absence but I got sick, and a bunch of personal stuff came up plus a bit of writer's block so yk :')

anyways, I am absolutely feral about pussy drunk characters so please enjoy this absolute filthy post (ik you love this stuff ;) it'll be out litte secret)

ps: it's my first time writing for Childe so let me know how it was! <3

pps: not proofread T^T

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Childe

It had started with you using your Cryo Vision to freeze him.

You two were sparring: it was no secret that he was your rival, as well as your lover. Rivals in the streets, lovers in the sheets.

He had tried to sweep you off your feet using his Hydro Vision, but what he didn't know is that you had a Hydro delusion: an extreme measure really, but needless to say it was devastating when combined with your Cryo vision.

So you had used your Hydro powers to direct his flood towards him, soaking him from head to toe. And then, with a flick of your finger, you had frozen him from the waist down, freezing his hands to the floor, effectively rendering him powerless at your mercy, laid down in front of you.

«So, looks like I win.» you bragged, looking at him top - down.

He scoffed.

«I reckon it comrade, you won. A Hydro delusion is not something I had expected. Although I don't mind this position at all.» you gave him a smug look, crouching next to him and caressing his face.

«What can I say, I'm full of surprises.»

«Oh, I can see that.» you looked at him, bound in front of you, helpless, at your mercy...

You were horny, very horny. His sexy knowing smile didn't help either. He knew exactly what you were thinking.

«Something wrong, comrade?» he asked, as you got closer to him.

You didn't answer. You simply kept looking at him, a million scenes playing in your mind, distracting you from the present.

As another fantasy started playing in your head, a loud bang startled you: Childe had managed to break free of his hand bonds, although he remained frozen from the waist down.

He grabbed you, making you topple over him, and started voraciously kissing you.

You moaned on his face, and flinched at the contact with the ice, so you melted it with your powers, and could finally feel his hot skin, burning even.

The training room wasn't the best for privacy, so you whispered something in his ear, and soon enough every doorknob was frozen, making it impossible for people to enter.

«You have a wicked mind using our Visions like that, comrade.» he whispered, out of breath.

«Oh, isn't that why all of this is so hot though, comrade?» you didn't particularly like that nickname, so you mocked him.

Soon enough, the floor of the training room became a mess.

An indefinite and tangled mess of clothes ended up all over it, leaving you two with only your underwear.

With skilled hands he undid your bra, which now laid somewhere on the floor.

«Sit on my face.» he suddenly said, his pupils dilated with lust.

«Huh? But I've never done something like that.» you expressed your concern, but were soon bothered by the raging heat between your legs, quickly soaking your underwear.

«Hey, stop using your Vision on me..» you whined, but he didn't stop.

Fuck it. He wanted you to sit on his face? Then so be it.

You took off your underwear and sat on his stupid orange haired face.

You doubted he could last very long..oh.

Oh fuck.

He. was. everywhere.

His tongue was inside you, moving, and moving, and moving.

The wetter you became, the more he'd feed on it.

And the ungodly slurping noises only made things worse. He wasn't eating you out, no. He was drinking you. As if he had an unquenchable thirst. As if he couldn't have enough.

You lifted your hips a bit, worried he didn't have enough air, but you heard him mumble.

«Don't you fucking dare lift up those hips. I'm not done yet, and you'll be here until I'm satisfied, comrade.»

At this point any and all rational thought had left you, and you just let your mind empty, lust taking you over.

«Fuck fuck fuck. Childe I swear, I'm not gonna last long if you kee-ahh..!» you came. Not once, not twice, you had lost count.

His tongue was drinking you up more and more, and you lost track of time, too ecstatic and lust drunk to even notice something as trivial.

When he was satisfied, he lifted you up, making you sit on the floor.

It didn't last long though. Soon enough you were down on all fours, doggy style.

«Baby I need you to take it for me, can you do it?» he asked, and you knew he was drunk. Pussy drunk. He just needed you to clench around him, he just needed to feel you.

You gave him a nod, and then felt his length inside of you, and the arousal mounted again. It was just a never ending marathon when you two got to it. That's why you tried to keep your meetings short, otherwise you'd end up like this, but at that point your mind was too preoccupied with him to think about anything else.

«You're so pretty baby, I love it so much when you clench around me like that..you're so warm, it just feels like you were made for my cock. Take it a little bit more baby, please, won't you? I know you can, you're so good..» he sounded delirious, out of his mind, but you didn't care. His cock just felt so good inside of you..

«So good, baby. I can't get enough of it, I'm sorry. I know you're tired but please, please please hold on just a little bit more for me, okay baby? You take me so well I just can't get enough of you baby. I swear baby I want to make you feel so good every day and every moment, if you'll just let me, I promise I'll take good care of you, baby.»

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Zhongli

It had been a long day. Zhongli was tired, sitting in his office at Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, exhaustion filling every fiber of his body.

Who would've thought that working for a 19-year-old girl would be so tiring? He almost regretted fighting every day, almost.

Truth be told, he was just being overly dramatic: he hadn't seen his girlfriend all day, and today, of all days, his body decided to make him feel extra horny. Exactly when he had to work overtime.

6000 years and he still suffered from these issues.

He chuckled to himself, almost relieved. At least he still had a semblance of mortality in him.

As he signed the last of his paperwork, he could finally go home to his girlfriend, to you.

He found you on the armchair, reading a book. And you were wearing just one of his shirts. It made him feel..a certain way.

He sneaked his way behind you, his fingers landing on your shoulders, pressing slightly, massaging them.

You sighed happily.

«Oh, you're back, love. What did I do to deserve this special treatment..?» you said, closing your book and leaning forward, giving him more space to massage you.

He made you stand up and sit on his lap, and you instantly knew what was up, his cock pressing against you.

«Oh, I see now..» he continued massaging, and you unbuttoned the shirt a bit, exposing your back to him.

«I'd give you this special treatment regardless, love.» he reached for the shirt, unbuttoning it all the way. Now it was hanging loosely on his lap, your arms still in the sleeves.

He moved your hair from your back, delicately dragging his fingers along, sending shivers down your spine.

He kissed your shoulder, and gripped your hips hard, squishing your flesh.

He then started kissing your neck, making you tilt your head all the way back, until it was resting on his shoulder.

Soon enough his hands moved, now kneading your breasts, which were exposed, since you weren't wearing your bra, just panties.

«Zhongli..» you moaned, kissing his neck, your bodies tangling in a mix of lust, sweat and love.

«Mh..?» his mouth too preoccupied with making you feel good to give you a proper answer.

«In our bedroom. I need to feel your skin, please.»

«Of course, my love. As you wish.» you turned around, now facing him.

He picked you up, carrying you to the bedroom, while you undid his tie, and helped him remove his jacket.

As you two got to the bedroom, the shirt you were wearing was on the floor, and you were completely naked, except for your panties.

You undressed him, taking your time to kiss every inch of his body.

He moaned, a sound that reverberated deep within you, going directly in your pussy, his voice was just that hot.

He kissed you, and you both remained naked, as you jumped on him, crossing your legs behind his back.

He dropped you on the bed, climbing on top of you, and inverted your positions, putting you on top of him.

«I need you to sit on my face, love.» he said, panting because of the lust. How could you deny his request, when he was looking at you like a dying man looked at his savior?

«Are you sure, Zhongli? Won't you run out of air..?» he shook his head, reassuring you.

«It's fine, love. I just need you. You've been on my mind all day, and I need you, so badly. I just need you to sit on me, love.»

You decided to grant his request, curious yourself of how it would feel. He had eaten you out many times, would this time be so different..?

As soon as your pussy made contact with his face, you immediately understood how wrong you were about it feeling the same.

His nostrils got invaded by your scent, your arousal dripping down on his face, intoxicating him.

It was just so addictive. He had been dreaming of doing that all day, his mind unable to tear itself from the thought of having his face buried deep in your pussy.

He started licking away, like his life depended on it.

His hands firmly gripped your thighs, making it impossible to move. You bent down, the pleasure overwhelming you, making your head dizzy: you gripped the bed sheets, your legs trembling under his relentless licking and sucking.

His mouth was on your clit now: he sucked away, never stopping, never ceasing to make you feel good.

«Z-zhongli..» you whined, slamming your forearm on the bed to regain some balance, as he pressed your pussy deeper on his face.

He could feel how you were trembling around him: your pussy clenched on his tongue, as if it wanted to capture him, keeping him inside of you.

He couldn't get enough, he had to have you in every way possible, so when you came all over his face, he didn't hesitate to lick you clean, as your scent enveloped him, making him lightheaded, or rather, pussy drunk.

You didn't even know who you were anymore. All you knew was Zhongli under you, making you see stars with his tongue, making you feel like you were the luckiest woman in all of Teyvat.

As he was satisfied, at least for the time being, he lifted you up, already missing your warmth on his face.

«That was..I..Z-zhongli..» you couldn't speak properly, your whole body was trembling, the orgasm still lingering.

He moved you lower on his body.

«I need you to take me, love. Will you do it for me?» he didn't have to ask twice. You lowered yourself on his massive cock, your pussy stretching around him, making space. He had a massive girth to it, making you feel every inch of his length, driving you crazy.

You sat still on him for a few seconds, wanting to savor the sensation of his cock stretching you out.

«Fuck- love you're so warm and tight around me..!» his voice was an octave higher, the lust completely taking hold of him.

«M-move love..please. I need you to move, please.» he whined, begging you to move.

You grabbed his hands, using them as leverage to rise up, only to bounce back on his cock.

You took your time though, bouncing up and down, your tits following the movement.

You could hear Zhongli moaning like his life depended on it, which compelled you to open your eyes.

You looked down at him, the sight of his face contracted in pleasure, with his cheeks all read, and his mouth open, a small line of drool (or your arousal, you weren't sure), making you feel so powerful, like a Goddess, his Goddess.

You just couldn't believe you were on top of the Geo Archon, and said Archon was feeling so good because of you.

You came at the same time. You could feel his seed dripping down your thighs, and you tried to move a bit, to clean yourself.

He prevented you from doing so, closing your legs instead, as to trap all the seed inside of you.

«I just need to feel you clenching around me a little bit more, love.»

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iceunhie · 2 months

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love’s a whole new meaning with you.

summary: valentine’s day has got them thinking that maybe love has different forms; but it always leads them back to falling deeper and deeper for you.

featuring. zhongli, dan heng, albedo.

notes: danheng favoritism rlly showing here 😭, this is for @ecrin-de-litterature's kiss (don't tell) ! event; to @thexianzhoujade. happy hearts day !!

zhongli is a man who values tradition and the simplest actions—but he values you above all. when you tell him about the holiday called ‘valentine’s day,’ a day that's meant to inform the solidarity of of one's romantic relationship, he treats you akin to a treasure, as iridescent as fragile glass. you'd want for nothing with this man, seriously.

like the gentleman he is, zhongli can and will take you out on a classic yet wonderful dinner date catered entirely to your tastes (nevermind his penchant for forgetting price tags), the security of your relationship a stark imprint upon your mind forevermore. there is no greater desire he harbors than to be yours, always. he leaves you ever lovesick as before with his consideration, the way he's already gifting you bouquets of silkflowers, complete with a glaze lily to symbolize the lasting unity of your bond.

his valentine's gift is that of matching jade pendants symbolizing yin and yang. a liyue tradition deems that a gift of this design recognizes that the individual you've gifted it is the other half of your soul, your equal. and that is because you are. to zhongli, loving you is as natural as the earth beneath his feet, and with the passing of time, he silently makes a vow; a vow to be yours and you his till the end.

albedo grasps the concept of gifting one’s significant other to be both an arduous and thoughtful affair—when he hears talk of valentine’s day atop the lofty snow-studded peaks of dragonspine, his first instinct is to question himself. it's a bit of an oh moment, considering his personal belief that relationships, be it platonic or romantic, were rather taxing. is it elation, he wonders, at the fact that you and him have fostered such a fragile and precious bond to this extent that it is deemed celebratory? maybe it is. no, instead, you were the one that taught him otherwise.

he is not inherently romantic, even if you say he is. but he leads you with him to a vantage point during nightfall, when the city of freedom below rejoices in hearts day. there, watching the mesmerizing hue of the aurora borealis above you, he gifts you a portrait of, well, you.

it's rather simple, he thinks, but this was the most appropriate gift he deemed fit to give—even if he thinks that nothing could ever capture your entirety fully—because he simply wishes to convey the aspects of you he loves for you to see. to albedo, the strokes of his brush upon this canvas can only capture but a fragment of your splendor, your warmth that's like a fire on a cold winter day.

when you smile up at him with the reflection of starlight in your eyes, words of gratitude spilling from your lips, he thinks it's undoubtedly worth it.

to dan heng, valentine’s day reminds him of his past, as unrelated as these two concepts may seem. he's made his choice; to blaze a path of his own, with you by his side supporting him unabashedly. but for all his security in his relationship with you, does he really deserve this? when sins he once harbored lingers upon his life like a haunting shadow?

(“don't be silly, heng’er.” you'd chided him when he expressed his concerns about this once before, holding him as though you were everlasting—like you would never let go of him, no matter what. eyes tender, meeting his. “of course you deserve it. because it's you.”)

in any case, dan heng spares no time to waste, asking permission from himeko and welt for a stop-over in the luofu; he'd been quite flustered when she'd given him an encouraging pep talk, and welt musing about ‘young love’ and all… (the embarrassment of being outed as whipped for you was quite severe) but he takes you to the places you've always wanted to visit, and there's a sense of fulfillment in his heart whenever he trails after you hand-in-hand as you two spend the day together on a leisure date for valentine's day, eating dragon’s beard candy all the while.

young love, welt said. love that was fleeting, sweet. dan heng believes otherwise. this affection is all-consuming, and he thinks that him loving you will persist till even the last bit of stardust in the universe is no more. when he feels your lips brush across his cheek, that thought is solidified, a forever in the making.

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theastrical · 18 days

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How do genshin men propose to you?

Genshin men and their ways of proposing to you.

kaeya, diluc, childe, zhongli x reader

Kaeya’s idea of the proposal

Kaeya didn’t think much when he thought of the idea of a proposal, he loved the idea and has prepared himself for the exact moment. Having the pride to be your boyfriend and soon to be (he hopes) fiancé makes him confident.

He proposed to you in the tavern; diluc’s tavern. He pretend to be drunk as hell, he even put some makeup over his face just incase you know what’s going on, yes, he likes to make it extra. At first, he would ask you if you can help him walk home, he would look lousy and exhausted, seemingly to buy your trust. Then he would pretend to drop unconscious, he also make sure the ring fall to the ground so when you’re distracted by the ring, he already prepared himself on his knees. Your ring is made by his own hands, he learned how to make it at one random day with crepus. The ring has a carve of your initial and his, the sapphire is carved into your favourite flower. And his? It’s basically carved into the leaves, the leaves that grow before the blooming flowers.

so when you turn yourself to his eyes…he take the ring to his fingers and kneels. ”you know, i would really love to wake up beside you every morning and have a ring on my finger that represent your existence within me, so [name], would you be my one and only?”

Diluc’s idea of the proposal

Diluc’s idea are fancy, something hard to remake by others. his money is basically unlimited, so he decided to rent a fine-dining restaurant without you knowing he has reserved the whole place for you. you told him that maybe luck was in your side, because the restaurant is all quiet, nobody is there, just you both; not having the hint that he does everything to this extent just to make you his.

It’s a classy ol’ fine dining that you expected, candles and fresh flowers everywhere, yet the menus are basically made for this event only, it’s arranged into a riddle and if it were to be cleared, the words will become a sentence of “would you be mine?”. The head chef made the food based on the themes of your every date with him and it made you teared up. Until the dessert, which is the end, the chef happened to make a chocolate that you can break with a small hammer. Then there’s the ring, the proposal ring that he has been preparing for you. When you found out, you immediately look at him, his other ring which completes yours already in his finger.

“for every seconds, hours, days or months, never have i regretted meeting you. Atlas, i would like for us to be one, so, would you be mine?”

Childe’s idea of the proposal

A week before the proposal, he cleared out his task, wanting to take a whole week off to arrange his proposal for you. it earned him quite the reward from the Tsaritsa, though his body barely function after the last task he’d done, at the end of the day, he’s admitted to the hospital, he resist it at first, but knowing that it’ll make you mad if he’s resisting, then he’ll stay.

Therefore, he thought about making his proposal in the hospital, he doesn’t want anyone to take you away from him after all. So he quietly asked one of his comrade to make one and only handmade ring that they could commission from the best iron maker in teyvat, the side gifts are more special, an eternal flower in a glass (referenced by beauty and the beast rose). He proposed to you by making a…dramatic play. When you visited him when he (presumably) sleeps, he would cough..you panicked of course, thinking that he might choke on pills and such, he closed his mouth, hiding the ring on his palm also acting as if it’s a rough cough, then when he open his palm and sits down, he gives out the look of the ring..that beautiful ring.

“i don’t wanna die alone, so…bare with me and marry me?”, he chuckles and kiss your cheeks before presenting you.

Zhongli’s idea of the proposal

He wanted to move on from his past, he wanted to finally say i love you; though he’s afraid, what if he repeats another mistake? Hence he doesn’t proposed officially, he tried to know you better, making sure that you live off the best life with him, he tried to reassure himself that even if you can be immortal just like him, at least he had made several chapters of your life meaningful.

At the first day, he takes you to a restaurant, telling you to order your favorite, and you shared with him. You told him what you like about it, what makes it special and the next day he recreated for you, inviting you to his house and serves it. You’re happy and that makes him..charmed. The other days, he observes your shopping pattern, you would buy discounted clothes and good deals for groceries, you would always say no to his request of being paid or having to be helped with the bags. Those are also what he observes. It seems that you need somebody that can help you with your burdens in life, cheering for your every moment, or appreciate your action. well it’s not like he doesn’t know you, you’ve been with him since 3 years ago and now you guys basically know each other head to toe, it’s just that..the longer it gets, the harder for you guys to appreciate the small things. Then, at the day of the proposal, he ordered your favorite food and take you out to a date, a humble date. He helped you with every single thing, he didn’t bother to answer your no(s) cause he knows you want to…at the end of the day, he tied your shoelaces and told you to wait for a moment since he also need to tie his..at that moment, he take off his ring from his pocket and present it to you.

“The time i spent while having you beside me was the slowest seconds i’ve ever had in my life, that in fact, make me want to cherish for whatever phase of life the world gave me..and in that phase, i would like to have you beside me. Forever. So would you mind, giving me the chance to court you?”

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thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch · 2 months

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Dragonfly: Lantern Rite

zhongli/fem!reader

genre: mindless domestic fluff

w.count: 2.2k

a/n: this lil treat is based around the reader/zhongli pair from my fic Dragonfly! (feel free to click through and give it a read hehe) you don't need to read the original material per se, but if you have, then enjoy the immortal couple going to lantern rite together for the first-time! c:

Happy Lantern Rite!

it had been a while since you had migrated from your sealed-off home in the middle of nowhere liyue into the busy liyue harbor at the insistence of zhongli (and shockingly enough xiao). according to both of them, you had spent the last few hundred years stuck in immorality and all alone; you had spent enough time in solitude. now, with your life being revealed to those who mattered to you, it was time to move forward again.

in truth, even with your experience dealing with all sorts of folks from your lifetimes, the move to the harbor was awkward. people would see you practically sticking to zhongli simply because you knew no one else and they would start conversations based soley on the fact that you must be someone he knew. he was much more popular and well-known than you suspected since he was just a mortal man now. it seems his knowledge and need to make things known when they could possibly be told in injustice worked in building his reputation.

the addition of hu tao in your small, new social circle was a burst of energy you had forgotten people had as well. her go-go-go attitude about work and seeming lack of fatigue was almost awe-inspiring. the fact that she was the boss of your archon-turned-mortal lover was just as entertaining; witnessing him try to reign her in as respectfully as possible and sigh heavily when she would flit out of his sight was a pleasantry. it made him feel more well-rounded as a person and not just the age-old archon you had known.

now, it had been about a month.

zhongli had invited you to stay with him since he was absolutely unwilling to let you get too far from him after believing you were dead for so long. he was a collectively calm man with control of his emotions, but any sane person would feel the smallest bit of clinginess- for lack of better terms- in this scenario. perhaps it was his innate instincts kicking in that he usually suppressed; the ones that made him bare his fangs or hiss at intruders on his territory... who could say?

as you sat at the open window of his home up on the second floor, you enjoyed the bustle of noises floating from the harbor and the breeze that greeted you at this height. your night clothes were wrinkled from your night of rest and your hair had only been haphazardly combed back with your fingers. the warm cup of tea in your hand had been brewed just before you took your seat at the window.

even after a month of this, you still couldn't understand how you forgot how peaceful mornings could be when they weren't steeped in lonesome melancholy.

small pads of footsteps invaded your senses and overtook the sound of the harbor before the door to the small tea room opened with a slight creak. one thing you always had zhongli beat at is being able to wake up before him.

his bare feet carry him further into the room before coming to your side and leaning down to kiss the top of your bedhead. the robe he wears slides down his exposed shoulder when he leans and his loose hair brushes against your cheek. his hand cups behind your back and slightly rubs against your shoulders in a warm, welcoming motion before his amber eyes glow in the morning sun mirthfully.

"good morning, my dear." his hand keeps rubbing your back and moves to press into your spine that is still sore from the stillness of sleep. "may i be so bold as to ask to join you?" he always asks the same question as if you'll ever tell him no. you have no doubt he does in simple jest now.

"you may, since i'm feeling generous." with a small chuckle, zhongli shifts his body to sit across from you at the tea table before pouring himself some of your brewed tea.

sitting in the orange morning sun, the veins of gold that run across his body look like rivers flowing on calm land.

"shouldn't you cover up? someone down there could see you," you tease as you take a sip of your cooling tea.

"there's no need," he sips his own steaming cup fresh from the pot. "we're far too high for anyone to take notice of my appearance properly." even if someone did notice his less-than-human traits running over his exposed skin, he'd just blame it on the sun- just a trick of the light.

the mornings were often like this. soft and quiet and slow before he knows he's needed at the funeral parlor and you would soon be needed at your own job. that was one other thing you were insistent on when moving to the harbor with him.

you didn't want to mooch off his paycheck and his home and his space forever, so you were quick to find a job anywhere you could. zhongli wishes you wouldn't have since he strongly thought that you deserved to live lazily and carefree- if not forever then at least for a while longer. still, when you didn't budge on your decision, he was quick to relent as he always was.

you had decided to go with a smaller-scale job and work alongside ying'er and her perfumes at the scent of spring. she was quite the character and when you told zhongli about your prospects of working with her- his slight flash of concern didn't go unnoted. 'she is simply a very... open person,' he had told you. the flirtatious way she often spoke to others was clearly what he was referring to when you got to know her more.

still, you had your pick and decided to stay. odd though she can act, she was a good person and offered you decent pay at easy hours. compared to running around preforming errands along with rites of partings like zhongli and hu tao- this was a pretty safe gig.

you stood outside the perfume shop with zhongli as he was about to start on his way to the funeral parlor. he always insisted on walking you to and from work- the one evening you made it home before he could pick you up was the first time you had ever seen his eyebrows droop in what you would dare to call a pout!

that miniscule pout now dared to tug on his expression this morning too. lantern rite was tonight and when the sun would begin to drop, he would be preoccupied with other tasks and mingling with friends from past and present- he was afraid the social traffic would prevent him from offering you his arm. you had no problem with the circumstances since the shop would be closing early today for lantern rite in the first place. you just told him you'd meet him at the docks before it starts.

it was mostly true; you hadn't found him in time when the lanterns were to be lifted and you instead stood among the crowd of strangers while gaming had performed his wushou dance among the calm waves of the harbor. still, you felt full watching all the festivities firsthand like this- the fulfillment filled you with such warmth. your vantage point atop the long stairs that leads down to the crowded docks gives you a sense of being on top of the world. it felt silly, but so very comforting.

"oh, y/n!" you turn your head to see the traveler and paimon coming your way, paimon waving her arm enthusiastically in the air. she then proceeds to float around you in awe of your attire. "wow! you look so pretty!" her cheeks tint as you feel yourself become the smallest bit bashful.

"well, it's my first lantern rite. i thought i should dress up a little for the occasion." wearing a styled hanfu of soft colors that easily complemented zhongli's color scheme, you picked up the skirt before letting it flutter back around your legs.

this was another reason you were okay with zhongli not being able to escort you. while it would've been wonderful to be with him the whole event, the idea of this small surprise of you all gussied up made your cheeks warm.

"you smell good too," paimon's comment made you burst out a small laugh since it was so unprompted. you clear your throat as she cups he chin with her finger. "why does your perfume smell so familiar?"

"it was a gift from ying'er. she told me it would 'suit my tastes', i suppose."

"ying'er," paimon's brows crunch in intense thought before the traveler placed their arms on their hips.

"remember the rite of parting for rex lapis, paimon?" paimon snaps her fingers and points at the blond.

"that's it!" she turned back to you to explain. "during the rite of parting, we offered perfumes up to rex lapis! this is the one that seemed to really resonate with the statue of seven. what was it- uh, something, something dusk... mist..? agh! paimon can't remember clearly." you chuckle at her.

"it's called golden house maiden. according to ying'er it's favored by the more mature crowd. the gentle scent makes it easier on me to wear since anything too strong really isn't my thing." looking at your wrist where you sprayed a small portion of it on your skin before applying it to your throat and neck, you feel yourself get hot all over again knowing it was favored by rex lapis. "anyway, are you two going to enjoy the event?"

"mmhnn!" paimon hums. "we just got back from visiting xiao, so now paimon's going to eat all sorts of delicious food!"

you shoot the traveler a sly grin before they were clearing their throat and looking away from you. oh, young love- how precious.

"so, where's zhongli anyway? normally he's hovering around you like a fly when you're not working!"

"he isn't that bad," you chuckle. "i'm meeting him in a bit. i was actually on my way down. if you'd like we can walk together?"

"sure!" paimon agrees while the traveler nods and soon you're all walking down the stairs to the warmly lit lanterns and the decorative float of one of the past yakshas. with you walking in front of the two travel companions, they both opened their mouths in silently 'ooo's at the sight of your hair all done up with a single hair stick- one they're familiar with. "they're so cute," paimon whispers to the traveler who easily agrees.

before too long, you're greeted by the bustling partygoers of lantern rite and was even offered a small lantern charm that you happily except from a passing sales pitcher.

"oh!" paimon pipes up before pointing through the crowd. "there he is!" she spots zhongli with hu tao nearby a table of small tea cups. he mentioned that he often watched the fireworks with her during events such as these. "zhongli!" paimon called, parting the crowd while you and the blond followed behind.

zhongli was glad he wasn't holding a teacup or standing up when you finally graced him with your presence. if he had, he knows he would've dropped the cup or lost his footing.

he stared at you in a daze when you offered a kind greeting to hu tao who was fussing over how pretty you looked just as much as paimon did. as if your looks weren't enough, the scent of your perfume wafted into his sense and if he were any less of a man he would've grabbed your wrist and dragged you off by now. the god of old was thankful the night was dark and light dim so no one could notice his blown wide pupils that took you in. when you finally look at him, he swallows hard.

"sorry for keeping you waiting so long. i know i said i'd be here before the event started, but i got a bit time blind... ironically enough." zhongli stood from his spot at the round table and found his voice.

"it was no trouble at all." his eyes catch sight of your hair and gently brings his hand up to cup around the dangling jewels hanging off the wings of your dragonfly hair stick. "it was clearly very much worth the wait."

"aiya, you two love birds sure are something else," hu tao sighs dreamily at you. she was no hopeless romantic or anything, but seeing zhongli so smitten was something was quite the sight to behold. "go! enjoy the festivities and relax!" her soft voice was encouraging as she pushes zhongli's back to get him moving.

zhongli offers you his arm, which you take before showing him your small little lantern charm you received while you both walked off together. the party of three you were leaving behind of hu tao, paimon and the traveler all smiled at your backs.

"they make a good couple," traveler says. the other two agree with no argument.

and although it's a little late, zhongli takes you out to the statue of seven just outside of the harbor and releases a lantern with you in solitude. while you watched it float into the air far behind its other lantern brethren, zhongli was latched onto your back, hands on your hips and his face in your neck.

this perfume really was favored by rex lapis after all.

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genshinimpactlife · 1 year

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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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euniveve · 4 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧

(𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘶𝘯 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘯)

✦ chapters : [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16] [17] [18] [19] [20] [21] [22] [23] [24]

✦ status: ongoing

✦ pairings : zhongli x reader

✦ tags : fem!reader, isekai, archon war, eventual romance, slowburn, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, weddings, celestia, unrequited! past! guili, xianxia elements

✦ warnings : first fic ever, mentioned past abuse, canon-typical violence, implied sexual harassment, discussions of zhongli's past, trauma all around, first 8 chapters will have weak writing (it will get better i promise)

✦ sum:

Being a university student and living alone makes you somewhat reclusive, always spending your days either studying or playing Genshin. When you went to sleep and woke up in the middle of a battlefield, your mind went array. "What is this?" "Why does it look so familiar-" When the faces and voices of your favourite characters greet you, you finally realised. You have isekaid to Tevyat in the middle of the Archon war.

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your-local-hoemie · 11 months

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HELLO 🐢ANON BACK AGAIN WITH ZHONGLU BRAINROT THUS TIME YIPEE

Okayokay so imagine like immortal!reader who went into like a deep sleep/coma after the archon war to like recover and everything. So after zhongli retired (i forgot how many yrs after the archon war) reader finally wakes up and gets so confused coz their lover morax is dead?? But reader recognizes him (hes standing right infront of them) so theyre even more confused now and why is his name zhongli?? Either way reader jumps into his arms and hugs him and asks him what happened and everything so theyre reunited and happy now 🥰 and zhongli almost comung to tears coz hes so happy that readers alive 😞😞 all this time he thought they were dead T-T and they kinda live as retired gods in liyue enjoying their "mortal" life together ughhh so cute like an old married couple

OH MY GOD YES IM SCREAMING, CRYING, GIGGLING, KICKING AND ALL OF THE RESTVDHFJFJDJFJFKIFIG!!!!! 🙏🙏🙏

Watch me get too carried away with the angst because I love putting myself through pain.

Warnings: mild angst, fluff, Zhongli being a simp, gn!reader, not proof-read.

Characters: Zhongli.

It had been a long, grueling battle.

You had fought tirelessly next to your lover, Zhongli. Throughout the day, the entirety of the war.

He often spoke about his displeasure in you doing so but the thought of him possibly getting hurt, or worse, terrified you.

So after your complete disregard for your own safety. You finally struck down the last of the enemies as the war slowly came to an end, only to notice how badly injured you were.

Once Morax came across your broken and bloodied body, he swears it’s the closest he’s ever come to breaking.

Even after all the lives he’s had to take, the blood spilled in his name.

You were the one thing he couldn’t handle losing after this long, gruesome nightmare.

After he carried you back to the safety of your small, hidden cottage where you would both spend your time drinking tea and talking about your future together in Liyue before the war started, he tentatively cared for your wounds and watched over you every chance he could.

He obviously knew that you were immortal. he also knew that occasionally, if you were hurt or sick, you'd fall into a regenerative sleep.

So when you remained unconscious for a few weeks, he wasn't worried. After all, a few weeks in his eternity meant nothing. Though he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss you beyond words.

After weeks turned into months and months turned into years, his hope of ever seeing your soft gaze soon vanished as his time was becoming more and more occupied with rebuilding the land he once ruled over with you by his side.

When the last wall was built for the last house for the now growing population of Liyue, he had to make the decision to move on.

So with one last visit to the cottage, now hidden away even more by overgrown shrubbery, he placed what he thought would be his final kiss on your cheek along with soft begs of forgiveness and apologies, he finally mustered up the strength to walk out the worn down door one last time.

Now, many, many years later, hidden away in that same cottage now completely overgrown and reclaimed by the wilderness, you finally forced your eyelids to open and take in the almost blinding rays of sunlight streaming in from the cracks in the walls as vines hung down and gently caressed your skin.

Slowly sitting up, you took in the scene around you. This was definitely not how you remembered your home looking.

How long had you been asleep? Where was your beloved? What if he was still on the battlefield? All of these thoughts rushed through your mind as you forced your stiff bones to support your weight as you stood up faster than what you should of.

Now fully conscious, not to mention disorientated, you ran out of the small abode to scan the area for any signs of Morax only to find something that confused you even more.

Nothing. You found nothing of the chaos and bloodshed that you remembered so vividly, only the soft touch of grass beneath your feet and the cool summer breeze caressing your skin.

Turning around in a daze, you examine your once cozy and welcoming home only to find it now crumbling and overgrown with plants and wildlife

If this had been any other time you would have found the scene to be enchanting, but as the realization of how long you had been asleep slowly started to hit you, you couldn't help but feel your heart start to race with anxiety and questions.

Taking a deep breath, you gathered your thoughts as best as you could and decided to go to the closest village you remembered.

Needless to say, after walking for around 40 minutes, you were more than a little shocked to see the village now being a very large and very populated city.

"Excuse me, are you alright?"

Looking around with a confused expression you locked eye's with what appeared to be a guard of some sort.

"Y-yes um, would you mind telling me where I am?"

"Liyue harbor of course! Home of the great Geo Archon and Teyvats largest trading supply lines!"

Hearing the formal title of your seemingly lost lover you couldn't help but pry the poor soul from your confused questioning.

"Geo Archon? Morax? Would you know where I could find him? we know each other and-"

"I'm sorry, you must be new here. Morax was killed not too long ago…”

After hearing those words leave his mouth your mind suddenly went blank.

Not only had you been asleep for what seemed like centuries but now you’ve just found out that the love of your life, Your other half had not only died but was also murdered.

Not saying anything else, you took your leave and started walking aimlessly through the city streets that now felt even more foreign that what they did before.

You did your best to try and take in your new surroundings and find out just how long you had been unconscious for but the looming grief that wrecked your heart just seemed to get worse with every mention of Morax.

After spending a few hours aimlessly walking around the harbour you decided that all you needed right now was to process your thoughts.

Taking a deep breath, you say yourself down on a wall that overlooked what seemed to be the centre of a market place that was now silent of any busy citizens as the moon rose up above the horizon highlighting the buildings with a soft glow.

The only signs of life left now were a handful of fishermen packing up their boats for the night and a small tea house that overlooked the street leading ti the harbour that was occupied by two sails men that were selling fish at the dock earlier and-

You feel your heart stop in your chest as you lean forward to take in the silhouette of a tall man with posture matching that of a plank of wood and a very familiar looking rat tail.

There’s no way. It’s impossible. You just found out he died in front of all of Liyue harbour’s citizens just months earlier.

You were so convinced that it was just the grief making your mind go fuzzy that you got up and decided to walk and find a place when you heard him speak.

“Ah, yes. This tea is superb as always”

You swear you dug your heels so hard into the ground that it left a mark in the stone beneath you.

“Morax..?”

The man froze solid in place at hearing his old name come from such a familiar voice that he could of sworn it was just his ears playing tricks on him.

Hesitating for a moment, you took a step closer to him as his deep golden eyes widened at the sight of you now draped in the soft glow from the tea house.

“Y/N…? It can’t be”

Through your vision that’s now blurred with tears you could see him stand up before slowly walking down the steps towards your figure before speaking words that could barley be heard over the gentle breeze.

“It really is… Celestia it really is you!”

Without a second thought, you ran up to him and the your arms around his waist before sobbing into his chest (heh breakdown boobies)

Not saying another word he kneeled on the ground holding your shaking body in his strong arms, not even bothering to hold back the tears running down his cheeks.

“I.. I thought you were dead! Everyone told me you were killed and I-”

“As did I, my love. I thought I lost you many centuries ago and that I lost the blessing of seeing your smile once more”

You both stayed like that for a while longer as he held you close to his chest as physically possible, almost as if he feared that the second he let you go, you’d disappear again.

When you both recovered from the shock of finding each other after believing you’d lost the other one for eternity, “Morax” took you to a quiet place away from the city and explained everything that had happened since you fell asleep all those centuries ago and how he’s retired from being an archon to simply live as “Zhongli”

“I can’t believe you still remember me after all that time”

“How could I forget, love? Every second I spent without feeling your hand in mine was far worse than any tragedy I’ve bore in my lifetime”

“I suppose I’ll have to get used to calling you zhongli now, huh?”

You both let out a soft laugh while Zhongli wrapped you tightly in his embrace.

Times might be very different to what they were but you have all the time in the world to adjust, and you can rest assured that the love of your life won’t leave your side ever again for the rest of eternity.

“I love you, Morax”

“Forever and always, my dear~”

AAAAHAJDLEIDODODEDJDIR WHY DID I ALMOST CRY WRITING THIS HNGGGGGGGFGG IT’S SO BAD

My creative juices became a waterfall and then a whole ass tsunami. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t missed staying up until literally 5am to write about my boys T-T

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daisydoesfanfics · 1 month

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|Eternity|

Diluc, Alhaitham, Neuvilette, Zhongli x gn!reader

Description: In which you brought clarity to their life.

Genre: Romance, Angst (fluff if you squint)

Warnings: None (written in the character's point of view/first person)

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The word 'eternity' has always been so vague to me. Sure I know it means 'forever', but still. How can you claim that something is eternal if nothing is?

I've learned that life is a come and go cycle, people come, and people go. I've learned to live my life with no expectations. I don't get attached to anything or anyone either. That way, when disappointment strikes, I won't feel bad. It won't be difficult for me to let go. I make friends, acquaintances, but I've always kept them at arm's length. I lived every day like it was an obligation, not a choice.

But that was until I met you.

At first I treated you like everyone else. I didn't treat you harshly, but I just couldn't let my guard down. I felt myself warming up to your awkward jokes and warm smiles. So I tried to shut you out. Yet no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't. You kept drifting back to me. And I slowly began to embrace you.

I enjoyed having you beside me. I enjoyed having your arm looped with mine as we walked down the park. You made the sun shine brighter and the oceans calmer. You gave me a reason to wake up everyday. You changed my life full of routines into a life full of unexpected surprises. And it felt wonderful. I felt alive for once.

But then again, life is a come and go cycle. You came into my life, and quickly you left. I thought that losing you would be cold and lonely. That my life would return to its boringness. It didn't. Sometimes, despite not seeing or hearing you, I could feel you. I question if I've gone insane, but no. It wasn't insanity, it was love. You inspired me to keep going. You drove me to find my purpose. You're the angel that whispers in my ear, telling me to do the right thing. And even if you're gone, you're present in my heart. It's been a while since you've left, but my love for you has remained the same, if not stronger.

So, I think understand now. Life is not forever. But love lasts an eternity.

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A/N: idk if i like this😮‍💨 but i'll post it for the sake of posting (also to make up for my almost one year disappearance) i feel like this could fit xiao too, and maybe geto but im not sure, still you can imagine this with any of your favorite characters! also in my opinion, you probably died in the end so🥰 also lets pretend zhongli and neuvillette aren't immortal-

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angelltheninth · 5 months

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I forthe love of god saw a fic two weeks ago and now cant get Sugar daddy Zhongli out of my head, he living up there rent free bitch,like ughh, being his sugar baby whom he takes out, buys stores for, orders for you at restaurants whether you like it or not, and fucks you with his(two) cocks *sqeuals*

You can't just say that and not drop the link?! Also now I wanna try my hand at that.

Pairing: Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, kissing, power dynamic, shopping, gifts, tail use, possessiveness, sugar daddy!Zhongli, Zhongli has two cocks

A/N: I want him to spoil me all the damn time.

Sugar daddy!Zhongli never makes you feel like he's simply paying you for sex. If sex was all he wanted he could have payed for a different service but what he is after is companionship, someone to talk to, someone cute to spoil day in and day out. Sex is just a bonus in your relationship.

Sugar daddy!Zhongli actually said no to sexual advances the first few times because he didn't want to make it seem like he expected it of you. He was happy listening to your laughter when he'd bring you a gift or take you out to an expensive restaurant and order anything he saw your eyes hungerly linger on even for a moment. If you can't eat it now then take it home with you, he'll still pay for it.

Sugar daddy!Zhongli buys you clothes when he knows others are watching. He sits in front of the changing booth and just counts how many bags that will be. When others stare at you or linger for too long he growls at them to go away, others can only see you so pretty when he allows it.

Sugar daddy!Zhongli likes that you're a little shy around him. It's understandable, he's older by many, many years, more than a human could ever imagine, and he's got both money and power. Yet he never lords it over you, except when you're having sex because that's part of your dynamic too.

Sugar daddy!Zhongli can afford to rip apart all the clothes and panties and lingerie you're wearing in order to get to your sweet and beautiful body. Since he bought most of it he can buy you more. Hell, sometimes he buys you things just so he can tear them off you when you're alone, satisfying his primal and possessive urges in the process.

Sugar daddy!Zhongli gifts you a whole closet worth of sex toys for you to use. It doesn't have to be only when you're with him, you can use them while you're alone too. The only thing that matters is that you do in fact use them. Each and every one. If he suspects you didn't he will demand you do so in front of him and come only by using said toy.

Sugar daddy!Zhongli hold you against him with his tail, it being enough to push you of one of his cocks and onto the next. This leaves his hands free to fondle your breasts, squeezing the underside, pushing them together and making your breath hitch every time his claws would graze your sensitive nipple.

Sugar daddy!Zhongli knows when you're not being honest when you don't admit you want him to buy something for you. He sees you looking, so you should really learn to express your wants and needs more. It's alright, cute even, to be shy around him, but he never wants you not to let him know when you need something from him.

Sugar daddy!Zhongli scolds you for not being honest by not letting you come that night. He fucks you with one cock, comes, then fucks you with the next until the first one gets hard again. The process repeats itself until you scream your desires out to him. You're still not allowed to come, if he let you then this wouldn't be a punishment.

Sugar daddy!Zhongli only lets you come when you let him buy you the thing you wanted. It's neatly packaged when you get home, but you don't even get to unwrap the gift because you're too busy riding his cocks one after the other and waiting for his signal to come. You'll learn to be honest with him eventually, until then his little punishments will continue, as will him spoiling you with many orgasms after.

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thesparklingwriter · 5 months

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treasured moments

tags: established relationship, fem!reader, fluff, dragon zhong doing dragon zhong things (he's hoarding treasure)(he likes soft things)

"celeste, rin's birthday way in june--" shhhh.... i am 6 months behind on everything. hush.

lore: around the time of @zhongrin 's birthday, i very suspiciously left an ask for undisclosed reasons asking about things she thought Zhongli would secretly like. and in order to maximise the surprise I decided to wait six months before even starting the fic, AND almost forgot to add the one thing she said she thought he liked but I digress. nobody expected it, did they? i got you all. right? i got you right? you're all surprised?

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It’s a well known fact that dragons are hoarders. When they find something they hold dear, they will go to extreme lengths to protect it. They will fill their abodes with the things they love, collecting anything that reminds them of it—anything to curate their home to the best of their ability.

Your dragon is no different. Zhongli will often return home with small trinkets that you truly believe there is no space for, and you often tell him as such, albeit offhandedly. He’s good at decorating, and for some reason, the house never seems crowded or cluttered.

Over time, you began to notice his preferences change. At first it was noticing the crystal and ores he found matching the colour of your eyes, or your hair, or a piece of clothing you hold dearly. You’d notice that sometimes, after pulling you close to him in the middle of the night, and quietly remarking about how soft you are, he’d come home with something knitted or plush. Things you mention to him in passing suddenly pop up in your room or on your bed. You know not to say anything about it, afraid of making him embarrassed or suppress himself out of fear of offending you, but it’s hard to express you’re gratitude without words.

When you hear the sound of the front door opening, you pull yourself out of the cushions and blankets you’ve buried yourself in (courtesy of Zhongli, of course) and head towards the door to greet him.

“Good evening, love.” He says when he sees you, putting his bag gently pulling you into a hug. “How has your day been?”

“It’s been okay.” You ask about his day too, before shifting you attention to his bag. “What did you get?”

“I happened upon these woven blankets during my walk home.” He watches as you look inside. “I thought they might be a welcome addition to the house.”

Before, you might have agreed quietly, desperate to not make him to aware of himself. But now, you think quietly to yourself. “I’ve been thinking that the seat in the study is somewhat bare.”

You aren’t looking at him, so you don’t notice the slight glimmer that appears in his eyes as you begin to devise where his latest trinket shall go. He isn’t bothered about where you choose to put the blanket or whether colours might clash, however. He knows that his true treasure is found wherever you are.

notes: rin i hope you don't mind me tagging you but if you do I apologise and I hope everything in your life is getting better and your pillow is cold on all sides and---

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osmanthus-wine-addiction · 2 months

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Host Zhongli x fem!reader

◈ Pairing: Zhongli x fem!Reader ◈ Summary: Zhongli is a host at a host club and you're his favorite client. ◈ Contains: Modern AU, Angst, Emotional Manipulation, pseudo-romance, NSFW (later parts)

Today was supposed to be the last day you came to see him. You had just gotten transferred to another branch of your company. It was in another city, so these weekly trysts would have to come to an end. You had come to say goodbye to your favorite host, to put an end to this... could you even call it a relationship? Perhaps. You couldn't deny that you'd miss him. He had become such an irreplaceable part of your life, a bit of stability and something to look forward to in your simultaneously chaotic and monotonous life. To him, you were just one out of many. You never expected anything to ever come out of this. So why were his lips pressed against yours as he desperately sought entrance? He wanted more from you.

Zhongli's kisses had always been gentle but this one was anything but. He kissed you like he was punishing you, like you had broken some sort of promise you never remembered making to him. He had you pinned against the door you would eventually have to leave through. Your heart raced as his tongue slipped between your parted lips. You couldn't make sense of his behavior. The urgency he was displaying right now was unfamiliar to you. You were accustomed to slow caresses and gentle sweeps. This kiss overwelmed you, smothering out your already scattered thoughts.

You were just a client to Zhongli, nothing more. He made you feel special and cherished whenever you came in to see him. That was your expectation. Money was his expectation, which you were never stingy with. He never once gave you the impression that it wasn't enough, until now.

Zhongli finally pulled away, leaving you disoriented and breathing heavily. His breath still fanned over your face since he was still standing so close. You stood there, utterly lost. It wasn't like you had never shared a kiss with him, but the handful of times he did never went down like this.

"Was that my goodbye kiss?" You asked him, trying to lift the unbearably heavy air that had settled around the two of you.

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thepaperpanda · 2 years

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 4 - The Dragon In The Heat || Zhongli x fem!reader

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Summary: There is something your beloved Zhongli is hiding from you. Your curiosity ended up being the best solution.

Warnings: smut!

Word count: 1649

Author: Cass

A/N: the prompt for today is: Breeding

It was impossible to have a better lover than Zhongli. He was understanding, loving and deeply caring. You both don't hide your pasts, which meant there were almost no secrets between you.

"Almost no secrets" was a good word to use, since despite the fact that you were honest and shared your life, there were two things that bothered you.

He loved you, but he never claimed you and sometimes he locked himself in his study, only asking that you leave his meals by the door. No matter how hard you tried, he was able to get away without directly answering your question. It was annoying.

During his time of solitude, you finally had enough of his silly behavior and forced the answer from him. In the end, the two of you were together, so his problems were yours, just as yours were his.

As you knocked on the door and waited, you became angry the longer the silence continued. In your anger, you grabbed the door handle and realized the door was unlocked. "Zhongli, my love! I love you, but I'm getting tired of your behavior."

You tried this before; the door was ALWAYS locked. You entered the study without thinking much about it.

In truth, you were only here a few times, but you could already tell the room was unkempt.

The moment you laid eyes on the bed in the corner of the room, away from any windows, your snooping was ended. Based on what he told you before you moved in, he used this room as a study and a bedroom. Although it explained the bed, it did not explain what was sitting on top.

It was your Zhongli, but he seemed bigger than usual; his limbs and clawlike nails were black and gold; his head was adorned with long horns; and his massive tail lay comfortably beside him. His nudity was barely covered by the sheets.

As you approached, unsure of whether you should even ask, you whispered, "Love?"

He raised his head and opened his eyes, which also looked different from what they usually did. "What are you doing here?"

"As always, I was worried when you locked yourself in here. I wanted to make sure you were fine."

He was quiet for a moment, then improved his position on the bed, motioning for you to follow. Once you did, his clawed hand wrapped itself around your wrist. Keeping a tight grip on your waist, Zhongli pulled you to straddle him. In a low growl, he said, "My love, I apologize for worrying you. I didn't mean to."

It was possible to see his fangs from this close up.

"It makes you wonder what's wrong with me, doesn't it?" He asked.

The only thing you could do was nod, still a little fascinated by the changes you saw in him. You moved your hand to his neck where you noticed a few dark scales, caressing them gently with your fingers.

"No need to be so gentle, I'm not in any kind of pain," Zhongli chuckled, quite amused by your curiosity. Before speaking, he let out a low growl and nuzzled your hair. "You know me, I didn't hide much from you, but this is something I'm ashamed of. I didn't want you to see it."

You smiled softly as you nodded. "You were worried I would be afraid of you?"

"That too," he nodded, and you gasped loudly at the feeling of sharp claws grazing your belly; his hands even sneaked under your shirt without you noticing.

He explained, as he nuzzled your shoulder, smelling your scent, "I was more worried that once I got you in my hands, I would not be able to let you go until I was satisfied. I need you. I need your body," his hands easily pushed your bra high enough to grip your breasts, leaving you moaning in light pain.

It would be a lie to say that you disliked it, but you never expected this from him, and it wasn't something that you could refuse, on the contrary, you felt completely differently. His touch felt good and you wanted it. Or rather craved it.

"Take it. I'm all yours."

Even though your confession was nothing more than a whisper, he still raised an eyebrow when he looked at you. As he retracted his hands from under your shirt, he cupped both of your cheeks. "Are you sure about that? Once you agree, there will be no turning back."

Nodding eagerly, you confirmed your words.

He suddenly pulled you into a deep kiss, passing his long tongue across your lips without much delay. With his hands on your cheeks, you were unable to move away, leaving you completely at his mercy. During the kiss, his fangs gently knocked against your teeth, making the kiss needy and messy. After that, he pulled away to let you breathe, the only thing that connected you was a thin string of saliva.

In an attempt to catch your breath, your cheeks were covered in a deep red blush. It didn't take much to make you blush in his arms, this was hilarious. The next thing you knew, you were naked with Zhongli between your legs, your clothes ripped to shreds by his powerful claws.

He ate you like a starving man, holding you down by your hips so you wouldn't move. As his flexible tongue explored your insides, his sharp fangs grazed your clit; he reached as deep as you could never reach on your own.

The sensation in your lower belly made you moan his name loudly.

In spite of hearing your name fall from your lips, he wrapped his lips around your clit as his fingers replaced the tongue, filling you up and stretching you out.

Your warm walls were lightly grazed by the claws, causing you to grab on to the horns, earning a growl from him.

He shook your hands off and then moved up, reaching your neck, whispering, "Look at you. Already a whimpering mess for me. My sweet, little love. How could I keep you away for so long? What a fool I was," Zhongli hummed into your ear, making you moan with a quickened pace while his finger fucked your tight hole while his thumb played roughly with your bundle of nerves.

His pace led you to come hard, whimpering his name as your hips rose.

Zhongli removed his fingers and licked them, purring loudly as he tasted your sweet flavor. In between your legs, he growled, "Enough of these games."

After you calmed down, you noticed him removing the sheets covering him. His cock stood proud against his stomach. It was the same color as his limbs and was already leaking pre-cum. When he grabbed your hips and pushed his massive cock into your tight hole, you didn't have much time to react.

You could feel his warm breath on your shoulder as he leaned over. In an attempt to somehow manage the sudden pain of the stretch, you grabbed his horns tightly; it wasn't pleasant, but at the same time you wanted more.

His hips began to move as he chuckled, thrusting deep yet slowly. "Such a good girl. "You're taking me so well," he praised, pressing his clawed palm hard into your lower belly, making you whimper. "I'm gonna breed you, fill you up until you leak. I'm gonna make you mine."

"Please," you moaned, making him laugh at your eagerness.

He grabbed your hips hard enough that his claws dug into your soft skin, which likely left a mark tomorrow; his pace became strong and fast, reaching so deep, you could swear he was hitting your cervix with every thrust; your moans filled the room, followed by the noise of skin hitting skin.

He was just as close to you as you could tell from his growls and the way his teeth wandered along your neck and shoulder.

"I'll sign that contract," He muttered lowly before biting into the crock of your neck, certainly drawing blood as he filled you up to the brim with his hot, sticky cum.

Despite being stuffed full with it, you could feel it leaking out. When you felt this pleasant sensation, you pulled on the horns desperately, overwhelmed with relief.

"My little mate," Zhongli purred as his palm caressed your belly bulge. Pulling away, he smiled, "This will be your signature."

You were speechless; so much had happened that you couldn't speak. You couldn't be happier now, you were bound till the end. Now, all you wanted was to cuddle with your lower and rest. It wasn't going to happen any time soon for you, unfortunately.

Zhongli grabbed your waist and flipped you upside down. "There is no way that I will let you go, my love. I will continue to breed you until the wee hours of the morning."

So he did - he fucked you hard and fed you his cum all night without letting you rest.

The next morning was difficult.

Somehow, your beloved decided to have some mercy on you, and let the two of you rest a little.

It was you who woke up first. There were scratches and bite marks all over your body. It was obvious that you wouldn't be able to walk today due to the ache between your legs.

When you tried to move, a warm tail fell over your waist. Zhongli's careful eyes observed you when you raised your head.

"It's good to see you awake," he nuzzled you, purring happily as his tail fully surrounded you.

"Did you miss me while I slept?" You nuzzled back to him, and the silent response came straight from him. His hard cock pressed against your belly, ready to fill you up again.

There was a reason for him to lock himself away for a few days.

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satoruxx · 11 months

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unanswered.

zhongli x reader | 1.1k+ words

——»» fluff, angst, implied death, established relationship, lol i apologize in advance for this

zhongli finds it endearing how curious you are.

you’ve admitted to him many times that you found his vast knowledge to be intriguing, it being one of the reasons why you fell for him to begin with. he thinks it somewhat flattering, but more so he finds it to be quite sweet. he likes that you ask him so many questions about the things you don’t know.

“teyvat is so big,” you explain to him, leaning against his shoulder as he sips his tea with a smile. “there’s so much for me to learn.”

——»»

he’s indulgent with you, answering your questions with patience no matter how childish.

“what exactly are adepti?” you ask him one day. it’s one of the first questions you ask, when your relationship is still relatively new, and he can only chuckle as he pats the hand you have looped through his.

“curious are we?”

you giggle, tightening your grip on his bicep and pressing yourself closer to him. “humor me. i know you’re an adeptus right? but what exactly does that mean?”

he explains to the best of his ability. about how he used to be the prime adeptus before he became the archon you revered. how he was the leader of the adepti who made a contractually binding agreement with them to protect liyue and its people.

you listen with wide eyes, not interrupting the flow of his voice save for the occasional nod. he thinks it’s adorable, how much you want to learn about him. he’ll tell you anything you want to know.

——»»

you quickly learn zhongli always had an answer. there’s not a question you’ve discovered that he cannot reply to. it’s awe-inspiring how 6,000 years of ever accumulating knowledge could be encapsulated into one being. you intended to make use of this privilege you were granted. having this much knowledge at your disposal was definitely a blessing, and when you stopped to think about the reason you were given such a boon, you could not find an answer. why the archon with so many names took an interest in one small human was beyond you. so you decide to ask him.

zhongli only raises a brow, eyes like golden honey as he stares down at you. “hm, this is a new variation of questions.” he gently leans forward, holding his chopsticks to your lips. you frown, though you take the bite like it’s routine. it is, and zhongli knows this.

“hey now, mr. zhongli said that he would always answer my questions.” you pout as you stare at him, still chewing. “archons shouldn’t lie. it’s setting a bad example for your people.”

he lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head with a fond sigh. “alright, my love. you wish to know why i took an interest in you, correct?”

you nod eagerly, eyes shining with a familiar curiosity.

“well, i’ve met thousands of humans in my lifetime.” zhongli answers, his gaze trained on the swirling contents of his tea. “but you certainly were the most interesting.”

you deflate, crossing your arms. “what does that mean? i’m just as boring as any other human. wouldn’t one of the great heroes or someone famous be more interesting to you?” you question and zhongli laughs, eyes crinkling with amusement.

“no. because they are not you.” he answers. at the confusion in your face, he leans forward and presses his lips to your forehead.

“everything about you, from the outermost layer of your skin, to the innermost crevices of your soul, are absolutely beautiful. there are many words in the language we speak that may be adequate to describe the way i feel for you. you are bewitching, enticing, thoughtful, selfless, quite benevolent...” zhongli hums with a smile, reaching forward to tuck a strand of hair away from your face. he studies the surprise in your expression and decides not to comment on the flush in your cheeks, instead continuing with a bit of mirth. “…and absolutely mundane.”

your jaw drops, reaching out to smack his shoulder lightly. he only laughs, gently taking your wrist and pressing a kiss to your palm. “but it is that same mundaneness that makes you all the more interesting to me.” he finishes.

the smile you give him after that is uncharacteristically rewarding.

——»»

“what do you think it feels like to die?” you ask zhongli one day. your voice is quiet as you stare up at the ceiling. it’s a new type of question, both deep and tragic, unlike anything you’ve ever asked before. he contemplates your question slowly, letting a rueful smile grace his face.

“i wouldn’t be able to tell you, my beloved.” he finally answers, his fingers threading through your hair delicately. your skin is warm as you trace the faint glowing on his bare arms, a reminder of the powerful element he controls. you sigh, nodding your head before a playful smile tugs at your lips.

“i’ve finally found a question mr. zhongli can’t answer.”

his good natured laugh echoes through the room as he pulls you closer to him. “indeed you have.” he says softly. he’s smiling as you drift off to sleep in his arms, but there’s an odd feeling that settles in his chest, one that seems almost bitter. he chooses not to dwell on it, instead opting to let his body rest in the safe haven of your embrace.

he’d rather not think of anything else, even though he knows that soon enough he’ll have to face this gnawing in his gut. he knows it well, because it’s written in the stars.

——»»

“what do you think it feels like to die?” you’ll ask zhongli one day. he’ll only be able to hold you close, his golden eyes attempting to memorize everything he can about you in this moment. he’ll shake his head, his once rueful smile now looking so much more weak in the face of your inquiry.

“i…wouldn’t be able to tell you, my beloved.” he’ll whisper, pressing his lips into your hair. his chest will ache with something familiar, but the intensity is new.

this time, however, you’ll attempt to answer your own question. he’ll feel your fingers squeeze his, and your voice wobble as you laugh. “i bet it doesn’t hurt.” you’ll say to him.

this will be your last question, and he’ll search for an answer for the remaining eternity he has left. he’ll search and search, determined to find out because the day you are reborn and given back to him, he’d like to answer your question, just as he always did.

zhongli has never liked leaving you unanswered after all.

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