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can you do connor stoll x reader where the reader got to camp a month ago and they havent talk yet. there personalities are both loud and defined and over time they become really good friends. then they start to realize they like each other as more then friends... but the reader is a child of Poseidon and has to leave with the argo two.

“ i’m such a fool for you ”

connor stoll x daughter of poseidon 🐍

reader comes to terms with feelings for her best friend while trying to deal with the disappearance of her brother

tw none

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Y/N found herself befriending the younger of the Stoll brothers after a prank he had pulled on her only a little after she had arrived at camp. On a morning where her brother had left the cabin early, so she was alone in cabin 3, she found her cabin surrounded by cups of water as she tried to leave. At first she thought she thought this was the dumbest prank to pull on her, after all, she could control water. However, when she tried to empty the cups, the water wouldn't budge. No matter how hard she tried, the cups stayed still, unaffected. She began to panic, wondering if she had somehow lost her powers overnight. So, she grabbed the cup closest to her, just to find that it wasnt water at all, just clear jello.

“Hey, L/N!” she heard called. She looked up to find Connor Stoll standing in front of her, holding a cup identical to the ones that surrounded her, “how’re the water works going?”

She huffed, “Did you two do this?!”

“Actually,” he smiled, “I did this one myself.”

“Good to know,” she watched him take a sip of his cup, “by the way,” she began.

“What?” He asked before his drink was entirely splashed onto his face.

“You're cleaning this up, Stoll.”

Despite her initial annoyance, she had to admit the cleverness of it. She only wished she could find a way to return the favor.

Which she did, as she was somehow able to get Travis on board. During a game of capture the flag, she snuck back to camp and hid in the Hermes cabin, where after the game, while everyone was still celebrating the winning team, Travis would tell Connor they needed to talk in private.

She watched Connor follow behind his brother as they walked in, “dude, is it something serious or like-” Before he could finish, a puddle of water that had been floating above him, poured down like a rainstorm.

“So,” Y/N laughed, walking over to him, “how’re the water works going for you?”

He wiped his eyes, “good one, L/N,” he sarcastically sighed.

She nodded, beginning to walk out of the cabin, “by the way, thanks for the help, Travis!”

“You helped her?!” She could hear Connor exclaim on the other side of the door as she giggled to herself.

The joy of her revenge was short lived though. The day after, she found her older brother to be missing.

She sat on the sandy beach, asking her father for help, but hearing nothing in response. She tried to calm her anxieties by drawing circles in the sand.

“Y/N?” She heard a familiar voice call from behind her.

She took a deep breath before forcing a smile and turning her head, “hey, Stoll.”

“I heard about your brother,” he sat down next to her.

She nodded, “yeah, I’m sure he’s fine, but still…”

He bit his cheek, “you know, if you weren't all upset and everything, I would have totally gotten you back for yesterday.”

She chuckled, “You’d really start a prank war with me?”

“You bet,” he smirked.

“Try me.”

So then on, the only thing that could cheer her up through the months that her brother was missing was the same person who annoyed her most. Or so she said.

“Seems like Annabeth’s pretty stressed about that one shoe boy, huh?” Connor mentioned as they walked through the forest.

“Yeah,” Y/N answered. She didn't want to admit how hopeful she was about the prophecy. She was sure there were lots of demigods who could lose a shoe, gods know she has plenty of times.

“Pretty embarrassing for him though,” he joked, “you get back to camp after months and you're a mess.”

“Connor,” she spoke as she stopped walking.

He paused, “yeah?”

“I know it’s not gonna be my brother,” she added, “I just know. And I really just don't wanna think about it right now.”

He nodded, “oh, sorry,” he awkwardly responded, “but you gotta admit, it’d be embarrassi-”

She grabbed a stick off the ground and poked him in the side, “shut up.”

He raised an eyebrow and grabbed his own stick, “make me.”

“You!” She yelled, trying to stab him with the stick again, but he instead began running.

He ran backwards, looking back at her, “you have to admit, I’m pretty fast.”

“You're such an idiot!”

“What do you mean-” he asked right before slamming his back into a tree.

Y/N cackled as she reached him, “that’s what I mean,” she smirked, poking him with the stick.

“Kick me while I’m down, that’s real nice.”

She smiled and helped pull him up. She lingered her grip on his hand for a little too long before letting go, but she noticed his hand not even budge enclosed in her fingers. They both awkwardly stayed silent for a moment, feeling like there was something on the tip of their tongues that they both wanted to say.

“Y/N!” Annabeth’s voice rang through the forest. Annabeht stopped as she stared at the two of them, “Y/N, he’s here, come on.”

Y/N nodded, “right,” she began walking towards Annabeth, “see you later, Connor,” she waved.

He stood still for a moment, “bye.”

She walked alongside Annabeth, trying to shake the feeling in her chest.

“Let me get this straight,” Connor questioned. He was in the middle of training with Y/N when she told him about the plan, “you’re going to the Roman camp with Annabeth, Jason, Piper, and Leo?”

She nodded, resting her sword down, “yeah.”

He shook his head, “you can't just go like that, L/N.”

“What?” She breathily laughed, not believing what he had just said, “it’s my brother, I have to go with them.”

He ran his fingers through his hair, “but that’s- what am I supposed to do with that?”

“You have friends other than me,” she replied, “this isn't about you, Connor.”

He sat down on a nearby bench, “I know but…”

She sat next to him, “but?”

“Y/N,” he egan, “I’ve been really wanting to tell you something and I can’t yet.”

She nudged his shoulder, “you're my best friend, Connor. Come on, hit me.”

He sighed, “you're really going?”

“Yes,” she muttered, “now, will you just tell me?”

He stood up, “can we talk somewhere else?”

“Alright,” she obliged. He suddenly grabbed her hand and led her away. She might’ve said something if she didn't enjoy the feeling of his hand in hers so damn much. When he walked into her empty cabin she knew whatever he had to say was important.

He hesitantly let go of her hand, “Y/N, I- uhm- I really, really like you,” he whispered, “I get that you have a lot going on right now, but-”

She smirked, grabbing his face and kissing his lips. She couldn't tell how long this went on. All she knew was that he immediately relaxed into the kiss, his hands finding her waist to pull her closer to him. She knew that she could feel his lips curled into a smile that mirrored her own.

When they pulled away, their faces were still only centimeters apart and a trail of saliva reached between their lips, “I kinda like you too, Stoll.”

He just smiled even more, quickly pulling her into another kiss.

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— 𝐢’𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 ; 𝐳𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢, 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 !! — it had been a long time since the dragon king had seen a human so beautiful that they caught his eye, but two within a month? yes, zhongli had to consider himself more than lucky.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 !! — zhongli/f!reader, childe/f!reader, zhongli/childe.

𝐰𝐜 !! — 8.05k.

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 !! — nsfw ; minors dni.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 !! — dark content (kidnapping, dubcon ), bondage, pet names ( pet ), dragon!zhongli, anal sex, vaginal sex, crying, biting, licking, wrestling ( sexual ), mild predator/prey play, scratching, mxm, mxf, fxmxm, slapping, blowjob, gagging, choking, cum swallowing, creampie, breeding kink, begging, pheromone aphrodisiacs, overstimulation, dragon cock!zhongli, mentions of rut season, mentions of egg laying, zhongli doesn’t know how human reproductive systems work, mentions of hibernation.

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

A cool wind blew into the mouth of the vast cavern that Zhongli called home, and he rumbled lowly in appreciation as it rolled over his overheated body. Living in a volcano was the best case scenario for any beast of his species, and as the king of his territory he was more than well off when it came to dens, but sometimes the heat was just too much, even for him. Coupled with the fierce feeling of loneliness he’d had since he’d woken up from his twenty year hibernation a month ago more or less kept him restless and uncomfortable in both the cavern and his mind.

Perhaps a flight would soothe me, he thinks quietly, and he slowly begins to push himself to his feet. Despite his monumental size, his head still doesn’t near the ceiling of his cave, and he absentmindedly gets a rush of pride; he’d picked a good den when he’d finally finished leading the seventy or so dragons to this vast continent from the one that mortals had destroyed across the sea. That had been a few hundred years ago, and the others had all gone their separate ways with the intent of finding homes of their own. Those that had mated with one another over the course of the long journey shared dens, but most who mated after the fact that had found mates of other species either did or didn’t.

His massive wings stir up ash beneath him as he takes off, and the wind beats against his face in a way he’d found pleasant for years; the feeling of the batterringly cold breeze against scales heated by the volcanic cave he called home was always soothing. His eyes close as he glides high above the treeline; he knew this land like he knew his own scales, so he ran no risk of crashing like a hatchling taking their first flight.

His eyes shoot open in surprise as a woman’s voice, soft and lilting with an accent he hardly recognized, reached his ears after being carried his way by the breeze; turning away from his intended flight pattern, he dutifully follows it, staring down with his eyes roving over the softly distant ground below him in search of the source. After ten or so minutes of rapid flight, he soars over a small lake and discovers a beautiful village woman singing to a small group of three glaze lilies that had grown alongside each other on the bank of the lake.

Enamoured by the sound of her voice and the sight of her beauty, Zhongli’s eyes glow a sudden gold, and a surge of desire fills his massive form so suddenly that he doesn’t even notice the singing stop or the woman looking up at him once the sun is blocked out by the massive shadow of his body. She was absolutely beautiful, her hair braided so nicely and her figure slightly on display due to her peasant’s clothes… He wanted her, he had to have her — there would be no excuse should he just leave her here! Besides, she’d be better off with him anyway, safe and warm, her stomach always full…

He doesn’t even realize that he’s dove down and snatched her up like a bird of prey does to a field rat until her screams of fear shake him from his lustful stupor. He’s snatched her up in one clawed hand that’s bigger than her body, and she’s wailing and sobbing and struggling to escape his grip, her hands pushing at his sharp claws in a fruitless attempt to get him off of her. Concerned that her hand will slip and she’s accidentally cut herself badly on the sharp edge of his claws, he carefully tightens his grip, cutting off her panicked screams with a pained wheeze. Guilt fills him for but a moment before leaving his mind, because obviously this was for her own good, and a little pain never killed anyone, it just put things into perspective.

“Stop struggling, jewel — you won’t escape my grip, you’ only hurt yourself,” he growls lowly, and with a hiccuped sob she goes limp in his grasp. Regardless, he doesn’t let up his grip on her until he reaches his den when he lands at the top of the largest mountain that, by the sharp inhalefrom the village woman, was the largest she’d ever seen. It’s circled by active volcanoes spewing up surge after surge of lava than scalds the ground it rolls across before flowing into a vast lake of the same stuff that encircled the entire area; there is no plant life to be seen anywhere, all of it destroyed by the heat and fiery conditions, and as she’s takig it all in the air in her lungs is forced out as he drops her down onto the ground outside a vast cave entrance.

It takes a moment for her to catch her breath, her heart racing as she gasps for air, but once she gets it back she leaps to her feet and tries to run, letting out a shriek when she nearly falls off the side of the mountain. There’s nowhere for her to go, and the wicked beast behind her just noses his new pet closer to the nearby cave until finally she’s pushed inside, screaming all the while and crying. She scrambles away once he stands back up at halfway to his full height, trying to figure out how to navigate the cave when she didn’t even know where exactly she was.

Mountainous heaps of gold and jewels, silver and crystals — the smallest being taller than she is — fill the room, and she rushes to hide behind one of them, her entire body shaking and tears of fear running down her cheeks.

“Come now, little treasure, don’t hide where I cannot see you,” Zhongli purrs softly, his eyes locked on the crystal she was behind. “It does you no good to hide when your scent fills my senses — I can already taste you on my tongue.”

A shrill wail follows his words, and Zhongli chuckles softly to himself when he realizes how what he’d said sounded; he had no intentions to eat his newest prize, she was far too beautiful to be rid of so quickly. With a deep yawn he stretches once, twice, then lays down at the entrance, forcing himself to ignore the sounds of her crying while thinking to himself that she’d get over it soon.

Contrary to his expectations, she does not get over it. Not soon, and not at all.

In fact, a month or so later, she’s even worse off, and it’s worrying him. She’s refusing to eat, hasn’t bathed on her own without him carefully cleaning her tiny body himself, and is completely depressed. His rumbled urges for her to take care of herself go either unanswered because of choice, or because she’s beyond terrified. Even when he hunts for her, sure that she won’t try to escape due to high up they were on the volcano, and drops his catches before her, she refuses him. The various animals he hunts for her specially get tears and trembling bottom lips as she just shakes her head, tears rolling down her cheeks at the sight of the bloody chunks of flesh awaiting her. Scorching them with his flames only makes her scream in fear from the heat, and she refuses to go near the charred meat he offered up — and it’s straining Zhongli’s last nerve.

“YOU NEED TO EAT!” he roars on the sixth day of her refusing food in a row, unable to hold himself back. “IF YOU DON’T EAT, YOU DIE, AND I DON’T WISH TO THROW YOUR LIMP CORPSE FROM THE MOUNTAINTOP!” The strength of his voice shakes the walls and makes his already trembling treasure burst into tears. The salty liquid he’s licked off her cheeks more than once in the past few months that he's had her glitters prettily in the light from the cave entrance, and he lets out a snarl of frustration that makes her cover her jewel-like eyes and sob into her hands, whimpering about him ‘eating her’ that made him yell, “I’M NOT GOING TO EAT YOU, YOU STUPID GIRL!”

With another stray snarl he storms out of the cave and takes flight, the sounds of her crying slowly getting farther and farther away the further he flies from the den. The entire time he’s shaking his head violently and growling, furious that she refused to understand him. Were all humans like this, or had he just picked one who was far too simple of mind? All he truly knew of her was her looks and her voice, it wasn’t as if he’d quizzed her on the wonders of the cosmos before bringing her home — but there was no way he’d made a mistake, she just wasn’t used to him yet. Then again, she’d never be able to if she refused to eat like she had been for the past week.

The majority of his thoughts run this way, to the point of him not noticing just how far he’s flown into the Coldlands until the snow falling onto his nose startles him mid-flight. Looking around, he pauses; even at top speeds, reaching the Coldlands takes at least a full day of constant flight should he take no rests… had he truly been so caught up in his thoughts that he’d flown this far?

His golden eyes peer around the land blanketed in white; as one would surmise from the title ‘Coldlands’, the air was colder than he was comfortable with and the muscles beneath his hide twitch at the prickly feeling of the temperature setting into his body. It was triggering his senses for later in the year, the thoughts of hibernation that were far in his mind were now slowly tickling at the corners of it — unlike the dragon that claimed these lands, The Tsaritsa, he was not built for the cold. He wasn’t even built for the heat; the only reason he could stand the heat from the volcanoes was because that was all molten rock, and he was most comfortable surrounded by the earth.

Soft crunching reaches his ears somewhere to the east, and he rapidly focuses on that should it be some sort of predator ( though few could ever manage to bring down a dragon of all creatures, he wouldn’t doubt some would try ). He discovers it’s somewhere in the slightly distant forest, and with one side of his brow raised in curiosity he flies over, as quiet as death during sleep.

He lands carefully just outside the small smattering of trees, large to a human but small to a dragon of his size ( then again, he was the largest considering he was the oldest and dragons never stopped growing ), and looks around curiously before the small crunch-crunch! of footsteps on snow reaches his ears again. Zeroing in on it, his eyes lock on a small human figure — clad in a heavy fur coat with a hood over his face, and much larger than his treasure back at the den, but still so, so small. His eyes follow it almost predatorily, watching as it gather various nuts and things in a basket over its shoulder ( though Zhongli wondered what on earth he could possibly be gathering, since little grew in the Coldlands this time of year — the Tsaritsa herself had complained the lack of food that came with her territory to him when they’d met up around fifty years ago, and he’d hunted her a rather sizeable amount of flesh to take home with her, which had put him in her good graces. She still called for him to visit her sometime; maybe he should today? ). Looking into the basket, Zhongli did make note that it was mostly empty, a few groundnuts rattling around in there along with some mint and three sweet flowers that were half-wilted; it really was a pathetic little catch.

The sudden movement of the man drawing a bow he’d had over his other shoulder and aiming it against the base of a distant tree had Zhongli glancing over to it; a snow hare was snuffling around at the tree’s base, no doubt also scavenging for food. A sudden thump and the arrow hitting the tree just above the hare’s head and in between it’s ears send it racing off into the white plain. The human who had tried to capture it lets out a shrill whine of a groan and mumbles something to itself, pulling off its hood to get cool air to its no doubt now frustration-heated neck and ears.

Zhongli’s pupils dilate at the sight before him. The human had pulled down his hood to show him reddish-orange hair, which was fine, but he had turned and looked around tiredly to reveal a beautiful face with glittering blue jewels for eyes. His cheeks were pinkened from the cold, and soft puffs of steam filled the air from between his lips whenever he breathed. Zhongli watched him, his own breathing shaky, and as the man tried to decide what to do, Zhongli came to his own decision.

This human would join his precious treasure back at the den, whether he liked it or not; maybe with human companionship she’d have the urge to eat something — and it wasn’t like this human was ugly! No, he’d be a fine addition to his collection of jewels back home. He’d send the Tsaritsa an apologetic kill for stealing one of her subjects later.

Still, he waited patiently, never taking his eyes off the human man until finally, finally the man stepped out from the woods, which is when he took off and glided over. The shadow overtaking the man on the white tundra made him turn back for a moment to look up, and with a startled scream at the sight of Zhongli flying directly in his direction he starts sprinting back to the trees. Zhongli reaches a clawed fist out and makes a try at grabbing him, only just missing when the human makes it back into the trees.

Following along with the scared human’s running form, Zhongli figures where that he will try to make his escape from and leaps over to it. “Little gemstone, surely you don’t think you can hide from me in there?” Zhongli purrs lowly, locking eyes with him. The man shrieks again and falls backwards onto his ass, throwing a fistful of powdery snow into his face before scrambling away. Zhongli just chuckles, shaking the powder from his nose before walking over to cut off the human’s other means of escape. “Come now, you know your resistance is futile — just come to me, precious, it won’t hurt.”

“FUCK OFF!” the man screams, but this time he doesn’t run fast enough to escape Zhongli when he reaches one fistful of claws his way, and he’s scooped up rather quickly. Holding tight to his prize and drawing the man back to cradle him against his chest, Zhongli watches through an amused gaze as the human tries his hardest to throw himself from his grip despite knowing that he was so high up he’d break bones — and Zhongli hadn’t even taken off yet.

A loud, earth-shaking thud sounds behind him as a creature of a similar size to himself lands behind him, and Zhongli tears his gaze from the human and looks straight forward, listening carefully. His muscles are tensed and he’s ready to defend himself and his newest little pet if necessary, but the sound of familiar steps have him relaxing.

“I was wondering when you’d come to visit me, Morax,” a smooth, enchantingly feminine voice murmurs behind him. He grins softly, baring his teeth in a way that makes the human screech again and try harder to escape his grip.

Zhongli turns around, still smiling and carefully holding his pet. “Ah, Tsaritsa — it’s been quite a few seasons, hasn’t it?”

The lighter toned dragoness ( every dragon was lighter than his black and gold frame, though ) behind him grins just as brightly and nods, a wicked glint in her eye as she takes notice of the struggling human in his grasp. “Ah, Morax — you’ve captured one of my devotees, I see.”

Zhongli looks down at the human, whose chest is heaving with the exertion of fighting off the touches of a being so much bigger than him. It seemed he was listening closely to the crooning voice of the Tsaritsa, most likely expecting her to save him.

She would not.

“His name?” Zhongli asks, running one claw over his hair absentmindedly.

“Ajax, though I renamed him Tartaglia when he came into my service amd he works under the name Childe. What business do you have with him?”

He begans speaking. “I took on a life mate earlier this year—“

“Congratulations!” The Tsaritsa interrupted, looking surprised.

Zhongli nodded appreciatively. “Thank you. She’s mortal, though, and I'm afraid she’s been so nervous and afraid after moving into my territory that she can't bring herself to do much of anything. We got into an argument, however one-sided, and it seems I flew through the lands where our territory overlaps and ended up passing through your tundra,” he explains, noting that the Tsaritsa didn’t seem upset in the slightest ( and looked rather interested ). “I spotted this human, Childe, while passing through and watched him for a bit, intending on leaving once I was done — but then I truly laid eyes on him and was positively enraptured. I decided I would have to take him home with me — after all, he is not only beautiful, but perhaps he could also raise my mate’s spirits, you know?”

The Tsaritsa hums thoughtfully. “Hmm, you may be right… but then again, you’d be taking one of my closest devotees away from me…” Childe looked hopeful for a second, wide eyed and silently pleading in the direction of the Tsaritsa as she thought it over. His hopes were crushed when she shrugged. “You know what? It’s fine with me.”

“No!” he wails, “Please, Your Majesty—!”, but he is ignored as she continues speaking.

“I have many servants, and you’ve been good to me Morax — you may have him. There will be no need for return gifts, either.” Her voice is simple as she looks over her claws, clear and glittering like the finest ice as Childe struggles even harder to escape Zhongli’s hold.

Zhongli chuckles. “Unfortunately, you could not stop me from sending you something in return — I will send you some fine pieces from my personal hoard in thanks.”

The Tsaritsa’s eyes glitter sharply at the phrase ‘personal hoard’, and she dips her head in acknowledgement. “In that case, thank you very much. Would you like me to fly with you back to the border?”

“I assure you I know the way, but I wouldn’t be opposed to company should you have no other duties to attend to,” Zhongli replies warmly, and she grins again. Her fangs are longer, Zhongli notes absently, and her bite looks even more dangerous than before. It’s a good look for her.

“Then let us go — You have quite the distance to fly, after all.”

The entire return flight to Zhongli’s territory Childe is fighting against his grip, kicking and screaming and making such a fuss that for a moment ( just a single one! ) Zhongli wonders if this small human was even worth it. The journey to the den took longer than the journey away had due to the ferocity of his struggles, even accidentally dropping him as he struggled out of his grip. Zhongli let Childe fall around a hundred feet before diving after him and catching him again as he fell screaming through the air. Childe was much more still after that, and an hour later Zhongli has finally made it back to the den. He’s pleased to see that, instead of a rotted carcass, bones of the creature he’d ‘cooked’ for her are licked clean and she’s waiting for him. The thin skirt that he’d fashioned for hee out of shed hide whipped around in the wind, and he could see tears in her eyes as he landed.

He plops Childe down in front of her, the man landing with a grunt on his ass ( yet again ) as he’s winded from the short fall, and they just look at each other in surprise. Y/N’s eyes sparkle with unshed tears, and Childe doesn’t look away from her figure as he tries to catch his breath again. His eyes rove over her body, her half bared breasts in the hide top Zhongli had fashioned her to go with the long skirt, her feet bare and hair loose, her bottom lip trembling and tears running down her cheeks.

Shaking himself from the stupor he’d fallen i to at the sight of the captive woman before him, Child regains his senses and whirls around to stand protectively in front of her while yelling at Zhongli. “LET US BOTH GO AND TAKE ME BACK TO THE COLDLANDS, YOU MONSTER!” Zhongli just rumbles out a laugh, more than amused at the spectacle before him.

While the dragon is distracted, Childe looks around frantically for a place he can escape to and, while doing so, locks eyes with Y/N again. He can feel himself begin to get lost in the depths of her gaze, as he’s absolutely captivated by her, but he shakes his head to clear it again. He runs to her and grabs her hand before yanking her away to hide amongst the gold, their feet slapping against the heated ground beneath them as he leads them away from the beast at the opening to the cave.

Zhongli doesn’t mind and lets Childe get away with yelling at him, letting them both run deeper inside the den. He knows that there’s no way for them to escape unless they went through the only entrance while he slept, and even then he’d wake up before they got far enough for it to actually matter. He lays down slowly; in the distance, further in the cave, he can hear Childe sweetly comforting Y/N. He was asking her questions while telling her that everything would be alright and no doubt holding her close, and Zhongli smiles at the fact that his pets are getting along. Taking Childe from the Tsaritsa’s territory had been the perfect idea! He slowly eases into a light, light sleep, dozing off to the sounds of Y/N actually talking to her new companion, and a smile flicks up the corners of his mouth and ever so slightly reveals his teeth.

This was perfect.

“Are you sure we can do this?” Y/N asks quietly, playing with the sleeve of Ajax’s long coat. He’d long taken it off, right after introducing himself to her actually, and he’d told her it was more than okay to touch it when she’d pensively asked; she’d not let it go since.

Ajax paces before the spot where she’s knelt with his coat over her lap, trying to figure out the best course of action. His gut is telling him not to do this, but his brain is arguing against it — and Ajax prides himself on his quick thinking, so he listens to his head. They needed to escape, end of story — and he’d make sure they did.

“Y-Yeah — we can do it,, Y/N — and I mean no offense, I promise, but I’m not gonna sit on my ass in this cave and wait for him to eat us,” Ajax replies, voice earnest.

Y/N sighs. “He — He won’t eat us, I don’t think,” she admits quietly, and Ajax turns to look at her in confusion. “I’ve been here for months now, and he told me two days before he came back with you that he wasn’t going to eat me.”

“Then what else could he possibly want from us?” Ajax asks, sounding urgent. Y/N just trembles a little when Zhongli lets out a snore at the cave entrance then shrugs.

“I don’t know,” she admits, but Ajax isn’t paying attention. No, he’s peeking around a heap of gold at the titanic form of Zhongli at the entrance, watching the way the shoulder and back of the beast rise and fall with each inhale and exhale. Once he was certain that the monster was asleep, he turned back to Y/N and extended one of his work-roughened hands.

“C’mon, he’s asleep — now’s our chance,” he says urgently, but she doesn’t look so sure.

“I don’t think we should,” she murmurs, but he just grabs her wrist gently and pulls her up. She doesn’t let go of his winter coat, which he appreciates; he didn’t want to leave it behind.

“We have to,” he says sternly, before leading the way and tugging her along — then he pauses. “You’re barefoot,” he says, and she nods. Sighing, he carefully balances himself on one leg while he pulls off one shoe, then does the same with the other before handing them to her. “Put those on, the ground’s gonna be hot.”

“But what about you?” she asks weakly, and he just smiles boyishly at her.

“I’ll manage,” he says, sounding so sure of himself. He begins leading the way once again, and as they approach the dragon, Y/N could almost swear he was awake — she just couldn’t prove it.

And unfortunately, he was.

Just as he’d expected, they try to escape while he sleeps. Zhongli wakes to the sight of Childe hurrying towards the exit, his hand tight around Y/N’s wrist as he tugs her along behind him insistently. She’s slowed down a little because she’s wearing his too-big shoes ( apparently Zhongli’s little gemstone had given his pair to her since he noticed she’d been barefoot, something that warmed him up inside ). After such a long journey to fetch Y/N company, though, Zhongli was too tired for this, though, and didn’t feel like yelling so he groggily slaps a clawed down on top of them both. The sudden strike doesn’t hurt them in the slightest, though, and they scream in unison since they’d thought he was asleep. Zhongli ignores this and just sleepily wraps his hand around their bodies and pulls them close to his chest before falling back asleep, and this time there’s no way for them to run.

No, all they can do is listen to the skull-shaking thump-thump! of his enormous heartbeat next to their shaking bodies and hold each other.

The next day Childe talks to Y/N again, and he tells her that from then on out they’d need to wait until they felt like they couldn’t anymore. After being caught like that, the monster that held them captive would definitely expect them to run again, so they lay low for a long while. He just urges her to eat and build up her strength so she’d be able to keep running once they got down from this gods-forsaken volcano.

Zhongli does in fact suspect that they are planning to run away, which is why he keeps a close eye on them both, which how he learns Childe has been sweetly convincing Y/N to eat by hand-feeding her cooked bits of whatever Zhongli brought them back from hunts. Slowly but surely he begins taking longer and longer flights out, leaving his living treasures back in the den and allowing them to entertain themselves. Quietly he preens over how good an idea it was to fetch Childe; along with the human man convincing Zhongli’s little treasure to eat, he helps her keep a strict bathing schedule ( they do so together, even! ), lets her cling to him at night to sleep, and makes sure she’s always well-rested and healthy, and it makes him more than pleased.

But as always, good things do tend to come to an end.

Over the past few months Zhongli had been beyond pleased with their behavior — they even allowed him to lay nearby the hot spring that he took them to and watch them bathe ( human bodies were ever so curious looking ), which was more than a win in his book. Because they’d given him this clear sign of trust ( or so he thought ), he was more than willing to trust them in return — which was why he told them that he was going to be gone for a few days to go see the Tsaritsa as he’d promised.

After all this beautiful behavior paired with the long months they’d been together made Zhongli more than comfortable leaving them there alone, which was why when he returned because he’d forgotten a gift and found them halfway out of the den in a new escape attempt he’d been furious. Once they’d been discovered, Childe had thrown a massive stone his way, and when it had slammed into his eye almost painfully that had been the final straw. Enraged, he’d dove down, scooped them both up, and practically thrown them back in the den, not caring about whether it hurt them or not and roaring at them all the while. The two humans do indeed get a little scraped up, but considering he could have killed them they count it as good luck.

Zhongli stalks towards them angrily, fangs bared and claws sparking against stone, and Childe once again grabs Y/N by the hand and drags her through the endless piles of treasure that Zhongli had collected over the centuries, finally stumbling upon a crevice in the stone wall that there was no possible way for Zhongli — as massive as his frame was — to fit through.

He advances on their hiding place regardless, scales around his crotch, neck, and wrists practically vibrating as they assault glands beneath the hard plating and expel an invisible, earthy-smelling mist through the den with the intent of his treasures breathing it in; this pitiful display of stubborness had gone on too long, and he was beyond sick of this repetitive behavior.

As he paces around in front of their little crevice, Childe and Y/N hide in there and hold one another close, both shaking at the sound of roaring and snarling and the sight of massive feet pacing outside. Their noses itch as the air becomes noticeably thicker and their heads begin to feel like they’re filled with cotton, but they ignore it in favor of screaming in fear when the dragon that held them captive dips a razor sharp claw inside to fruitlessly scratch at them. Sparks fly off the hardened magma as the claw slides across it before withdrawing, and the sounds of what seems like leather ripping and bones snapping echoes through the cave outside, what looks like blood dripping down slightly through the opening.

Y/N lets out a startled cry when a strange looking handsome man appears and forces his way inside, his golden eyes flashing with a fury unmatched, and grabs them both by their shoulders, dragging them from the crevice and throwing them down on the ground at his feet. Childe, stunned from being thrown, doesn’t notice the fangs revealed as the handsome man throws a snarl their way, but Y/N does, and it makes her shriek again.

Zhongli grabs Y/N by the wrists, wrapping beautiful golden chains around them and binding her before casting her aside and doing the same to a still shocked Childe, whose head is still spinning from when it cracked slightly against the inside of the crevice as he was forced out. Unlike with Y/N, a weighty golden collar and an attached leash of the same golden chains as were wrapped around their wrists clicks shut around his neck as Zhongli speaks. “You know, I tried my best to do right by the two of you. I tried so hard — but you still chose to fight me. Why? Why, when I’ve shared with you more riches than any mortal man will ever know and have granted you safety beyond your wildest measures?” The man’s voice is a smooth, velvety croon despite the anger sparking in his eyes, and he continues, “I didn’t want to resort to something as… primitive as this, you know, but I’m going to — and you can only blame yourselves. My patience can only run so thin before it snaps.”

The air grows thick again, this time even more so than before, and Y/N’s head begins to feel fuzzy. Her pussy clenches around nothing as an unusual heat settles in her abdomen, and she lets out a soft whimper as she rolls her hips against nothing but the empty air.

Childe isn’t doing much better; he’d only just gotten his wits about him again when his cock began to harden in his pants, his hips twitching up slightly as it strains against his pants buttons. He was so hard it was almost painful, and no matter how much he clenched his thighs the stiffness didn’t abate. he needed something, but he just didn’t know what.

Both of them are so wrapped up in their own arousal that they don’t notice Zhongli’s own, the beast-turned-man’s massive cock lifting the loincloth that had been hiding his crotch — and judging from the size of of the bulge, it isn’t a normal cock. Gasping and drooling slightly as he approaches them, the two gemstones he’d added to his collection struggle with their arousal, too focused on themselves to notice the sound of Zhongli ripping his loincloth away to reveal his lengthy cock, a longer than average thick thing with scales at the base that were a shining mixture of black and gold with only a few smatterings of red that faded up his length and gave way to human flesh.

He stands with his legs spread before Childe and yanks the chain leash, jerking Childe up into a kneeling position. His cock slaps the human man across the cheek and leaves a soft wet patch of precum there, and before Childe even knows what he’s doing he has a good several inches of the monstrous thing in his mouth, slobber dripping down the length of it as well as his chin.

Snapping his fingers, Zhongli calls Y/N over, and she crawls on her hands and knees before listening aptly when the dragon king rumbles, “Worship your god,” and sucking his hefty balls in her mouth, sucking and nipping at them greedily until she finally sidles up to kneel next to Childe, who pulls off the cock for a second to breathe only to let out a complaining whine when she sucks Zhongli’s tip into her mouth. He pushes her away and she responds in kind, the two of them going back and forth before Zhongli discards the chain leash and fists a hand around a good amount of both of their hair and pushes their head back down to his cock at the same time, his displeasure made known through a low growl.

Shivering and clenching their thighs, they kneel next to one another, each running their mouth up and down one side of his massive cock, their tongues curling around the heated flesh and their misty eyes shining up at him as he moans appreciatively at the proper behaviour. Thrusting up into their hot tongues, he succeeds in sinking his cock into Childe’s mouth. The ginger man gags and whimpers, but his complaints go ignored as Zhongli basks in the feelings his mouth was giving him and forces the human man further down onto his length. His cock penetrates Childe’s throat and has him moaning around it, the human’s nails scratching at Zhongli’s thighs as he rests with his cock all the way down his throat, before he slowly pulls out then begins thrusting into the wet heat. Childe chokes around Zhongli’s thickness, gagging as it bullies its way down his throat and whining when the heavy balls at the end of it slap his chin hard. With the speed the dragon was going, there was no doubt Childe’s throat and chin would be bruised come tomorrow.

“Hnghh — So good, Childe, so hot ‘nd tight for me,” Zhongli groans. Tears spring up in Childe’s eyes at the abuse on his throat, but Zhongli doesn’t give a damn — the dragon can feel his balls tightening, can feel the knot that had been growing in his abdomen under the touches of his beautiful little pets about to snap, so he doesn’t stop fucking Childe’s face — even despite the way the man was grabbing at his ass and scratching him in desperation for air — until he’s finally, finally cumming, and a pleased roar leaves his lips and echoes through the cave. Gods, he’s waited months for pleasure like this — and it was more than worth the wait.

Childe chokes again on the hot cum being forced down his throat even as Zhongli pulls out, so much of the thick cream being shot down his throat that it pleasantly fills his stomach, giving the man a soft little roundness that’s barely noticeable to the human eye but more than pleasing to the dragon that put it there.

Leaving Childe to gasp for the air he’d been denied, Zhongli turns to a whimpering Y/N, who was rubbing at her pussy through her panties needily. He rips them away, eyeing the slick cunt the cloth being torn away revealed before circling his thumb around her swollen clit just enough so that when her pussy clenches again it forces even more of her precious slickness to bubble out of her, dripping down the rest of her slit and coating her thighs and ass in it.

His eyes flashing, he climbs up the length of her body before pressing his length against her entrance, ignoring her whimpers and cries that it’s, “T-Too big! It won’ fit — too big!”, in favor of pressing inside all the same.

“It’ll fit — it has to if I’m gonna breed this soft cunt,” he growls, then watches greedily as her eyes roll back at the feeling of his thick cock forcing its way inside her tight, plump pussy, which tightened around him for a moment in an attempt to get used to the sudden stretch he’d forced upon it.

He pulls out slowly before pushing back inside, growling lowly at the feeling of her gummy walls stroking his length before he begins hammering his cock into her cruelly, his eyes wicked and teeth flashing in the faint light of the den, saliva dripping from his fangs and dripping down her bouncing breasts. Leaning back, he rears a hand back and slaps her across the face before gripping her by the chin and staring into her sexdrunk eyes. “You keep those pretty fuckin’ eyes on me while I fuck you stupid,” he growls. He can’t fit his entire length in her pussy, so his balls don’t slap against her ass like he wanted to feel, but that doesn’t stop him from fucking her until she’s limp and shaking, cream oozing out around his cock to form a frothy, milky-white ring around his cock where he couldn’t force any more in.

“Oh — yes, my love, so good — you’re being s-so good for me,” he moans, the muscles in his ass clenching with every thrust and the feeling of her long nails digging into his back spurring him on. “F-Fuck, treasure—!”

She’s wailing for him, begging for more, and he can’t resist the urge to bite down on her shoulder mid thrust, ushering a shrill scream to fall from her lips and a sudden orgasm to overtake her body as blood begins to drip down her arm. He releases her shoulder and cums again with a second roar, his hot cum filling her up so much that it’s forcing itself out around his cock and soaking both of their thighs.

Her chest heaves in exertion as he pulls himself out quickly and watches with dilated pupils as his cum comes pouring out of her swollen, abused cunt, drool threatening to drip down his chin at the sight of her clenching pussy forcing out more of his cream. He can hear Childe whimpering behind them and the sounds of the human desperately fisting his cock at the sight of them fucking, but whining when he can’t find release on his own. He ignores it, however, in favor of using two clawed fingers to carefully push his cum back inside her, only to watch it all drip out all over again. He grins at the sight, licking his lips, and finally turns back to Childe. His pupils dilate further at the sight of how quick his fist stroked up and down the length of his cock, but when Zhongli went over to him to help him out, Childe pushed him away. Pausig and tilting his head to the side in surprise, Zhongli raised an eyebrow, then tried again, only to be met with the same result — so he pushed forward unrelented, churring happily when Childe began wrestling with him while rolling his hips and grinding his cock against Zhongli’s muscled thigh. Childe was playing with him!

He growls appreciatively, grinning down at him as the struggle between them continues until Zhongli ‘manages’ to flip Childe over so he’s presenting his plump ass to him, his ass is in the air and his legs slightly spread as Zhongli spreads his asscheeks with. orh thumbs and runs his tongue up from between Childe’s taut balls along his asshole, swirling the spit-slick appendage around it before carefully pushing it inside and starting to tongue childe’s asshole open, the long non-human appendage swirling around viciously in the man’s insides and making him shriek and writhe in pleasure at the feeling of the rough forked length stretching him out and toying with such a hidden place.

Two fingers, clawed but careful, slide into him alongside Zhongli’s tongue and begin stretching him even more, the dragon not wanting to rip up his toy with the pretty pink cock unless Childe asked for it. The human had to be prepared to take him if he wanted to stuff all eleven inches of his cock inside and breed him until his stomach was that much rounder; Y/N was still regaining her own strength after their earlier romp, so Childe could certainly have all of his attention for the time being.

Scissoring his fingers deep inside, Zhongli watched with lust darkened eyes as Childe moans and pleads beneath him, bagging for more and pushing his ass back into the dragon king’s touch.

“Please — please, fuck-!” he whines, his entire body shaking, and Zhonli removes his fingers from Childe’s already sensitive hole with a loud, wet shhlk!, his own saliva clinging to his fingertips and connecting them to the quivering entrance before him for just a moment before snapping. Zhongli props himself up on his knees behind the ginger haired human, running both hands across the globes of his ass before squeezing each cheek twice; his hand releases one cheek, trailing down his own body before gripping his cock at the base. He slaps it against Childe’s twitching hole, grinning wickedly at the whimpers the man let out before he carefully lined himself up and began applying pressure carefully. It takes a second ( and several whines from Childe ), but eventually his thick length pops into the tight entrance. He groans lowly, his hands flying back down to Childe’s hips as he sits there for a second and soaks in the warmth, then gently pulls out. It takes a second, but before long only his tip remains inside the hot, quivering hole before him, and he can’t hold himself back from fucking into it aggressively.

His balls slap harshly against Childe’s pale ass, heavy and full of cum that he was more than ready to pump the human man full of. Childe was crying out and moaning beneath him, letting out loud, “Ah — Ah — Ah!”s with each thrust, his noises picking up the pace whenever Zhongli did the same with his thrusts. The man from the Coldlands was anything but on the inside, burning hot and so slick thanks to Zhongli’s saliva, and he took all of him so well…

Cum spurts out of Childe’s smaller cock in several quick, sudden ropes, puddling messily on the cooled magma floor beneath him. Zhongli doesn’t stop fucking into him, set on filling him up as he pleases, and Childe lets out a shrill cry at the overstimulated feelings taking over his body; the dragon’s fat cockhead was beating against his swollen prostate relentlessly, not granting him a single moment’s reprieve, and as his arms gave out beneath him and his ass remained in the air, Childe watched through tear-filled eyes as the bulge in his abdomen appeared and disappeared repeatedly.

Childe’s screaming at the top of his lungs from the overdrimulation, thinner spurts of cum making their way oht of his poor cock as Zhobgli fucks him like a rabid beast. His throat feels beyond raw and black dot’s swim in the corners of his vision as he cums a third time, and when Zhongli doesn’t show any signs of stopping he whimpers desperately, “Please, no more — I can’t cum again, if I cum again I’ll die!”

Zhongli ignores him, instead reaching over and dragging Y/N over to him by the leg. He plays with her sloppy, used, sensitive cunt with one hand, slapping it hard twice so he can hear her scream, as Childe goes completely limp beneath him; it seems that the dragon has fucked him so good that he’s fallen unconscious.

Fresh cum shoots from the tip of Childe’s cock even in unconsciousness, and Y/N wails as Zhongli brings her to two orgasms within a few minutes of each other with just his fingers alone. His cum still dribbles from her sore cunt as her body shakes violently in orgasm, tears springing up in her eyes and rolling down her cheeks until she too is completely limp, more of his cum oozing out of her. The sight of his seed making a reappearance is what sends Shongli over the edge the final time, and his claws prick deep into a still unconscious Childe’s hips as he cums hard. His thick seed floods Childe’s guts, making the man whimper into the inky blackness of his lack of vision as Zhongli pumps him as full as he had Y/N.

Dragging Childe over to Y/N and letting him plop down on top of her with the human man’s face in her tits and Y/N’s back on a glittering pile of gold — which was no doubt uncomfortable, but it wasn’t as if they were aware of it as Zhongli’s cum bubbled out of both of their used holes. They rest there together easily due to their exhaustion as Zhongli pulls some silks and furs together to form a makeshift nest, which he finishes all while thinking, Hmm, my rut is to start soon — I’ll have to break them in before then or they’ll die… or maybe the job is already done?, then proceeds to carry them both to it. He’d never allowed them in this area of the cave before, but it’s a good thing he’s got a head start on setting his little mates up for egg laying season with this early breeding. If he’d been successful, he wouldn’t be going into rut at all — and maybe he’ll even have hatchlings to wake up to after his upcoming hibernation. After all, with them both so swollen with his seed and dripping with it, there was no doubt in his mind that they’d surely both be carrying a clutch each within a few weeks, a thought that filled him with a pleasant warmth; now that he had his little mates safely secured and filled to the brim, he was beyond glad that he’d held out on breeding through season after season.

Yawning loudly, Zhongli settles himself between his two little mates and closes his eyes, a purr rumbling up in his throat. Yes, picking them both up during flights was the perfect plan after all.

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