#eroded zhongli

[crystalflygeo]

The dragon and the sacrificial lamb ft. eroded!Zhongli + gn!reader

cw/tags: rape/non-con, angst, bad ending, yandere-ish zhongli? feral/eroded zhongli, biting, crying, restraints (courtesy of improper use of geo as usual ehe)

notes: Alright this is a special one get ready. There's two "version" of this story bc I couldn't decide which path I liked more. This one is the dark/bad ending. Both stories are exactly the same at the start, changing a few word here and there but then reach a point where they divert completely in reactions/emotions and the underlying feeling of the stories are very different. They can be read independently ofc so by all means feel free to choose which tags you vibe with more or enjoy picking up the differences between both!

Bittersweet ending version here!!

Once upon a time…

A long, long time ago…

The people of Liyue revered their beloved Archon Rex Lapis. Just and kind, he led his nation for millennia, upholding order and contracts, defeating countless enemies, and defending their safe Harbor.

It is said the Lord of Geo took a human as partner, and fell in love deep and pure.

And his partner loved him just as much.

A love that would tragically become a twisted obsession.

It is said the God understood that even he himself was not immune to erosion, and it would one day be his downfall. So, he made sure his people were ready to live on without him. That his adepti were strong enough to subdue him if the day ever came.

As for his lover… well…

-----

Your bare feet crunch along the soft grass as you run and run, panting, gasping for air, almost tripping and letting out a yelp but quickly regaining balance and scurrying faster, past the falling golden ginkgo leaves, past the soft sound of rushing waters.

The golden sunset is gorgeous, dying the sky pink and orange with pastel hues but you simply ignore it, having grown tired of it, sick even. It is fake, an illusion. Just as everything else in this adeptal abode.

Everything except, of course, you and the beast you are currently fleeing from.

It is useless to try to escape, this you know, and your heart clenches painfully as tears prickle at your eyes. You’ve done this before, played this game many many times. But at least for one moment… just one moment…

A roar turns your blood to ice and against all common sense you look over your shoulder to see a massive long dragon twisting in the air and diving straight towards you.

Your legs tremble and fail you as you fall down, the grass is soft but your body aches, tired, burning. You scramble around frantically to stare at the beast again and your eyes widen in panic as it lands right on top of you, majestic and terrifying, caging you with its serpentine body. The golden claws alone are as long as your forearms, digging on the ground at either side of you.

You whimper.

The dragon lowers his head, growling at you, fangs mere inches apart and you squeeze your eyes shut, tears running down your face.

“Why do you run away from me?”

“Leave me alone!” You scream.

“Are you not happy with me? My mate?”

At the words you only sob harder.

Mate.

Oh, how much joy did that word bring you once. And now you can only feel your heart shatter.

You feel a shift in the wind, in the energy, in the light around you, and when you open your eyes, the massive dragon has faded to a more human appearance. He changes back to the form you’re most used to.

Long strands of dark hair tipped amber, striking golden eyes with stunning red lines that highlight their sharpness, a handsome face and a muscular body with arms died black, and lines of gold… lines that run along his cheek and down his neck. Cracks, like a broken glass, like scars, under his eyes and around his chest, ruining the pristine skin and unable to disappear despite his ability to change forms.

The undeniable marks of erosion.

You snap back to attention when he dips down and starts nosing at your neck, his hands pulling at the robe you’re wearing, the only article of clothing you picked up before scurrying away from the mansion. It parts open easily, revealing your naked body to his eyes, littered in past bruises, hickeys and bite marks. Claims from the dragon.

“W-wait. Stop-!” You try to push him back, panicked, desperately pressing your palms against his broad shoulders, but of course he’s immovable as stone.

You kick and trash until he gets irritated and suddenly your arms are immobilized, held above your head and pressed onto the ground by heavy geo cuffs.

“Submit.” He growls.

You squirm a little more until your body sags into the ground, exhausted, panting. There is no use. Instead, you shudder as his hands grope and rub all over your body, rough and callous.

He spreads your legs and slots between them as your breath catches. His palm presses at a spot on your navel possessively, a glittering geo symbol engraved on your skin there, glowing subtly like his horns. You whine.

Then his touch goes lower and teases at your entrance, circling the hole and dipping in just barely.

“Z-Zhongli-!”

Another growl comes out of his throat, deep and guttural. “You dare speak another man’s name in my presence? In my realm? When you belong to me?!”

Your whole body shakes, with rage, with fear. Your heart about to burst. You grit your teeth and glare at the dragon god with as much venom as you can.

“I don’t belong to you!”

He snarls, eyes widening to serpentine slits.

“Insolent. No matter, I’ll fill you up again and show you.”

The eroded God leans down to bite at your neck and you yelp, sharp fangs break your skin and you cry as you feel the warm blood spill. His claws prick at your thighs as he starts unceremoniously humping against you. The ridges on his draconic cock making your hole twitch and you gasp as he presses in, dipping slightly inside your thigh warmth. No need to prepare your body after so many years of coupling. Your hole already soft and molded to him like a worn-out toy.

“No, please… n-no.” Your voice breaks, tears running down your face.

Everything turns blurry, fuzzy, and your head spins.

How had things ended up like this?

You see no love in his eyes, no recognition. And you don’t recognize him either anymore. This creature, this beast… he is not your lover. He is not Zhongli…

And hasn’t been for who knows how long…

Zhongli raises one of your legs and rests it on his shoulder while straddling the other and pushes further in the slick warmth, ignoring the sounds you make. “Too big! I can’t-!” You scream and it just urges him to slam it in. “No- Ahh!” Sheathed all the way to the hilt, Zhongli groans as you clench around him.

He immediately starts thrusting and you feel the world tilt. It’s all too much, the sound of skin slapping against skin, your walls getting battered by his thick member, his animalistic grunts and groans, and the way your body betrays you… a speck of pleasure mixed in with the pain.

It's so cruel.

“Sto- gh! Stop it! Zhongli, please…!” You sob.

Zhongli hisses, muscles taut and flexing as his hips buck into yours, finally finding that spot that has you choking out a moan, your body shivers, forced to surrender and feel everything, a hot coil building on your lower stomach where the mark of geo glows as he continues to take what he wants from your struggling form. He laps at your skin and nuzzles there, almost lovingly. “Mine.”

Your moans start turning sweeter, previously pained sounds turning to vocalizations of carnal lust, your eyes glassy. You try to fight it, conflicted, but the stimulation is too much.

You come with a raw cry through gritted teeth, tears flowing down your cheeks and your own juices coating your skin causing you to feel dirty in more ways than one. Zhongli continues through your overstimulated state, chasing his own pleasure as his thrust become erratic until finally, he stills deep inside and moans long and low, painting your insides white.

You feel him twitch inside you and groan, absolutely exhausted, overwhelmed with emotions, feeling sick, used and abused. He lowers your leg but doesn’t bother pulling out, keeping you there as he nips at your skin, murmuring soft words. “My mate. All pretty and filled up. All mine. Love you.”

You can’t bear to hear those words, spoken in the voice you continue to love after all this time. It shatters your soul, breaking it to pieces like the corroded dragon’s destroyed mind.

Feeling about to pass out, you close your eyes and your head lolls to the side, sniffling against your own forearm as tears continue to fall. “I love… Zhongli. Miss him. I hate you…”

He dissolves the geo shackles into specks of gold and holds your unconscious body in his arms, satisfied with the claims and scent he’s left on you. His tail swishes slowly, pleased with himself as he carries you back to the abode’s mansion.

Home.

Were he’ll keep you safe, bound to him.

Forever and always.

-----

…It is said that his lover is the key to keep the eroded God confined.

Trapped by the possessive dragon in a sealed realm, to keep him ensnared, enchanted and bound to them.

Until they both turn to dust.

#zhongli smut #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact smut #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #crys writes #gn reader #eroded zhongli #this was.... hard #complicated #it's the second time ever I write non con #I kinda try not to make it 'sexy' but like yeah idk #anyway WOW this is sad I keep rereading for proofread and catch errors and hhhhhhh #but I love the idea too much to scrap it and just give you the bittersweet one #y'all gonna suffer with me <3 #plus I've always wanted to try my hand at writting yandere characters not that this is exactly it but

[driftwoodwolf]

erosion

find me on twitter @/driftwoodwoof  

#zhongli #genshin #genshin impact #原神 #my art #fan art #ginkgo #ngl im about to erode away myself #everything feels so empty #what's the point of trying hard #when it never amounts to anything

[cometrose]

i could cry into the void about rezhong forever like the fact that the only reason its not popular is because azhdaha doesn't have a tall anime twink form like im gonna sob

Imagine being partners but slowly watching your partner lose themselves and their memories and try to destroy everything you created together and you have to seal him away in a prison of the earth MIND you zhongli is the one who awoke him from underground so he just put him back there like?????

And the fact even after the betrayal Zhongli and Azhdaha still care so deeply for each other like they can't change the past but when Azhdaha is conscious Zhongli is upset that he has to leave him again. They are victims of fate!!! Doomed yaoi!! It was never meant to be but they wanted it to work.

And if Azhdaha is the Geo Dragon Sovereign he was perfectly content with Morax taking his authority and he loved humanity and their friendship. BUT we know Sovereigns and Archons don't work out like I am telling you it was doomed from the start but its so good please listen to me!!!

#rezhong #zhongli #azhdaha #genshin impact #someone bring back azhdaha so zhongli can get his ex-husband back #AZHDAHA POSSESSED A RANDOM STRANGER JUST SO HE COULD WARN MORAX #he’s like oh no my ex husband is in danger from me!!! i must warn and protect him because nobody respects him more than ME #zhongli on the verge of losing it all: you’re leaving? #and if azhdaha is the geo dragon (i mean it’s pretty close) that means that zhongli got his power and he was like 👍 #like imagine him being like ‘there’s no one more deserving of my authority than you’ #maybe i’m going crazy i feel sick #what if morax tried to return his power to him to slow his erosion but he refused cause he’d rather erode than watch morax kill himself #AND THE POEM #and a blind dragon yearning to see the sun!! *COUGH HACK*

[wes-laye]

Azhdaha losing his mind to erosion and turning on Morax and humanity

#genshin #genshin impact #原神 #zhongli #钟离 #若陀龙王 #若陀 #azhdaha #human!azhdaha #morax #rex lapis #one day... I will make that comic about Human!Azhdaha losing his mind #i just want to draw angst HAHAHA #it hurts me cos I love my headcanon of a cute cheerful Azhdaha before he started eroding

[galactia]

Zhongli cannot reverse time and save the other Yaksha from their madness, but he does what he can for Xiao in the current days. He brings or sends him medicine; visits him regularly; and looks out for his welfare as much as Xiao will permit (and even beyond, he does not ask permission).

Though it is never mentioned or touched on in canon, it is difficult for me to imagine Zhongli would have no way of even temporarily easing the pain and weight from the Yaksha’s karmic debt. He is a being of immense power, and even without his Gnosis, he is still the Lord of Geo.

Using his powers, Zhongli is capable of creating a temporary shield from the voices and immense pain that come from the memories of the old gods. Because his power comes from the earth itself, the chains of karmic debt can wear at but not defy his power, and in this way he can offer Xiao reprieve. If ever the madness were to start to become too much, it is something he could utilize and maintain for longer, to allow Xiao’s mind and body time to rest.

He does not intend to see Xiao fall to the agony and despair, when there are those who care for him and wish to help him.

#headcanon #headcanons//zhongli #[ Mihoyo is sparing on the reasons why the Yaksha's have no relief from the pain of their duties. #It is established that Zhongli is a compassionate man despite his strict upholding of contracts #.... it occurred to me that perhaps heavenly principals play a part in the eroding madness on the Yaksha. #And while Zhongli deeply regrets not being able to stop them before they turned on each other #he will do what he can for Xiao. ]

[sylvctica]

      Planning out your death contingency plans with your partner really isn’t all that daijoubu.

#[ LMFSDHFSFH joking aside ] #[ they had to sit down w/zhongli to discuss wtf would happen if he were to erode ] #[ the answer is mercifully putting him out of the misery of it ] #[ and for sylvie to be the one to do it ] #[ so they're still a little low energy from it ] #[ then on the other end u get him waiting if sylvie dies ] #[ because they /will/ revive regardless ] #SYLVIE // COMMENTARY.

[zhonglism]

18+ MDNI; light smut, fluffy zhongli but also implications of him being a very passionate lover. divider: cafekitsune

zhongli, who places a chaste kiss on your lips with the utmost gentleness—his lips as smooth as a qingxin petal in full bloom; a searing yet soft touch on your chin, angling your face toward his own. zhongli, who tenderly wraps his strong arms around your figure, encasing you in a tranquil hug like the still waters of dihua marsh—his steady heartbeats matching your own.

it is no surprise to encounter such softness every day from your lover. to zhongli, you’re a glaze lily in a vast field of endless greenery—handling you like the most precious gem of all. that’s what everyone else sees, the ever gentle lover who kisses your hand during leisurely walks along the harbour; your lover who looks at you with his tourmaline gaze, full of adoration and love.

oh but behind closed doors, he’s a changed man. the way zhongli handles your body while he makes love to you is a daring contrast, wicked even. chaste kisses turned into sloppy, open-mouthed ones, his swollen lips eagerly chasing your own as your body sinfully bounces to the rhythm of his fervid thrusts; tender, warm hugs turned into titillating touches—one hand earnestly circling your sensitive clit while the other moulds around your neck, a searing possessive touch.

unrelenting thrusts ploughing into your cunt over and over and over again until you’re nothing but a beautiful whining mess. zhongli greedily drinks it all up, he indulges himself in your pleasure-drunk body; citrine eyes glowing with carnal desire as he rakes his gaze over your naked beauty. the way your brows knit whenever his cock finds that sweet, sweet spot of yours; the way your lips part to call out his name with such passion; the way your fingers dig into the moonlit sheets beneath you.

it drives zhongli absolutely crazy but it was the same for you—clenching around him a little tighter whenever he lets out a drawled moan of your name, the dulcet tone of his voice affecting you in ways you didn’t know were possible; or whenever zhongli traps you between his body and the mattress beneath, breathlessly whispering naughty praises into your ear.

oh, how he wishes he could take you again and again until all rock has eroded into sand—the yearning deep within him almost hurts from intensity but zhongli knows he needs to worry not as you’re the only who can tame that eager desire. it’s almost scary how different he can be with a simple flip of a switch, your gentle lover no more, only a man driven to lustful insanity but he never forgets to hold your bare body against his as you both reach your impending climax.

the protective hug he gives you during your most vulnerable state, a silent message of how much he loves you—arms tightening around you little more when he feels your body shiver from the icy pleasure, you couldn’t have asked for more.

#zhonglism ༄ #zhongli #genshin impact #zhongli smut #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #zhongli x y/n #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #smut #mdni

[fridayth13]

Could I request Zhongli reuniting with his wife after the two had a falling out 500 years ago?

crushed cor lapis.

↳ zhongli × gn!immortal!artist!reader

↳ part one, part two

↳ genre: soft angst at the beginning, but it's mostly bittersweet | wordcount: 1.6k | warnings: none

↳ notes: i ended up with less angst than i thought i would have. but i did want to explore the thought of time passage and fighting for people who are going to live forever, even if it's subtle; reader is immortal and implied to be an adeptus or a god, but the kind isn't very important; ive had an idea for zhongli and an artist reader for a long time so i tried to combine it i hope you don't mind; as with the gender. i did write with a fem!reader in mind as per the request but in the end, the gender didn't need to be specified for anything so i left it gender neutral; i tried to give reader a more divine disposition about them so the writing ended up really flowery, but in any case i hope you enjoy! i really did have fun writing this one

You were a painter.

In your old life, as you liked to call it, however, you were a god. Your domain of influence laid in artistry and beauty.

Or rather, that was what Morax used to tell you. Archons like him were the only beings in Teyvat with real domains of influence. But you wouldn't really stop him if that was his way of calling you pretty.

That was about five hundred years ago. Nowadays was a very different story.

You crushed the yellow berries in your mortar and pestle to turn into paint for tomorrow's commission.

You liked your job in Liyue Harbor. As quaint and.. human as it was, you thought there was divinity to be found in the painstaking recreation of the things around you. Though a painting couldn't rival a Kamera in terms of accuracy, you were certain it completely surpassed the device in most other things.

You slowed your movements, surveying the consistency of the paint and the color. That would probably do. You'd collected quite a lot, so you supposed it was time to head back. All you were really lacking earlier was yellow.

And so you trekked on home from the terraces, skipping over stumps of cor lapis and sunset-painted grass along your way.

As you finally reached your home in the harbor, the sun had fully gone down. The lanterns lit, casting the entire city in a soft, warm glow. The neighboring waters reflected the deep blue of the sky and the speckles of rust and gold adorning every building in sight.

You opened your door and you thought of Morax, wondering if he knew five hundred years ago what beauty would settle upon his previously war torn nation. Leaning on the doorframe, you watched over it for a while. Children playing, kites flying, dinner being prepared, laughter and joy running amok.

You don't like to think about him too much, or how his silence is present in every part of the city that was all him, despite having nothing to do with him any longer. No matter how much time had passed, you seemed stuck in the first night he decided not to apologize.

Still, five hundred years was a long time. Although it felt like the blink of an eye, even immortals had to move on eventually.

You gathered your materials inside and closed the door behind you.

—

The mountains may erode, but they will always be mountains.

You recalled his own words as you saw him again for the first time in five hundred years.

A human-sized Rex Lapis stood before you, hands behind his back, dressed to the nines, pristine, and put together, and perfect, and not at all like he ought to have seemed like at your first meeting in several centuries. Though at the very same time, you couldn't imagine him looking any other way.

You bitterly savored the way he avoided your eyes in front of his boss.

"So this is him!" She said. The lively Director Hu Tao of the local funeral parlor was Rex Lapis's boss. You tried not to laugh. "Our new consultant, Mr. Zhongli."

You set your canvas down onto its easel, then the bulk of your dyes and paints on the floor. You did this without averting your eyes, as if trying to burn him if he ever had the nerve to look back at you.

He did not. And to her credit, it seemed Hu Tao noticed it as well. So as not to make your client too uncomfortable, you decided to take a step towards them.

"Mr. Zhongli." You said. With the proximity you put between you, he had no choice but to look back at you. Not a lot changed about him in human form, but by far, his eyes were the most the same. Down to the hard, intense stare, and the set of his brows. You wondered how many other people in Liyue he'd enchanted with them while he was busy avoiding you.

"Mr. Zhongli?" You repeated, a little less amused. Though you somewhat enjoyed how stupefied he looked at your appearance, you'd endured his silence long enough. "My name is Y/N. It's an honor to meet you here."

This seemed to regain him his senses. That, or Hu Tao's suspicious back and forth glances between the two of you.

Zhongli cleared his throat.

"..The honor is mine."

Hu Tao nodded, seeming satisfied for now. She clapped her hands together in excitement, turning to you.

"Alright! I suppose I'll leave you to it then. I have complete faith that you'll be able to depict the poise and elegance of my esteemed consultant."

You gave her your best half smile.

"Well, I'll try."

"No need to be modest! I've seen your work before. You're one of, if not the best, painter in Liyue. Just ask Mr. Zhongli! He's been very taken with your paintings even before we first met. He speaks very highly of you."

You crossed your arms. "You don't say?"

Five hundred years or the blink of an eye, you could still see his embarrassment without him having to say a word.

—

Director Hu Tao had business to take care of for the funeral parlor, and so left with a flourish, and a "Make sure to get his good side!" as she ran off.

You both continued to speak as civilians for a little while. He sat down at a table on the porch, a steaming pot of tea on said table between you. Your face was obscured to him through the thick white canvas.

Avoiding conversation was easy, but not. Comfortable, but not. Natural, but not. It shouldn't have been. As such was the nature of a marriage to the Geo Archon, you supposed. Or rather, the current lack thereof. But even that was up in airs.

"How.. How have you been?"

Your responding glare was unseen to him, but he heard it in the vitreous tone of your reply.

"Fine." You said. "Something must've happened to you though. Your eloquence seems to have disappeared into thin air."

"..You are still upset. I see."

"In what world would I be upset, Mr. Zhongli?" Your use of his mortal name created a crease in his brow. You gently brushed over it on his painting.

"I didn't think you'd want to see me."

"You still could've asked." You muttered, momentarily leaning sideways to look him in the eye. "For someone so revered for his wisdom, your brain still seems to be as hard as rocks."

You caught his surprised expression as you turned back to the canvas. You didn't allow him another word.

"Honestly, who ghosts their own spouse after an argument like that? You'd think the best time would be after.. five hours. Five days. Maybe five weeks after. Not five centuries—"

You caught him mumble, "Well, it's not as if you tried to talk to me either."

"I didn't think I needed to. You made it very clear you wanted me to leave you to die in the Archon War all on your heroic lonesome."

When he didn't respond, you snuck a glance.

The sun's rays were at the precipice of turning gold in its descent into the sea. The glow smeared his porcelain cheeks in amber, his eyes in glitter, the metallic components of his suit in light. He looked like a monument. Tall, statuesque, and lonely. Almost like his mountainous true form. More beautiful than even his numerous statues across Liyue could capture. More than you could capture. Though you did certainly try.

Annoyed and angrily pining as you were, you still tried to get his eyes right. The little flecks of rust against gold. Like cuts of cor lapis crushed to shimmering powder in the Archon's hand. A man of his own making.

You looked at Zhongli as the golden hour faded, slowly turning dusky pink. His eyes swam in wistfulness as he stared out at the harbor. You couldn't help the dull twinge of sorrow deep in the pit of your stomach.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry."

You didn't know how to follow up. You weren't entirely sure what you were apologizing for. But it felt nice to hear it back from him.

When he finally looked back at you, you were tracing the rich scarlet of his eyeliner onto the canvas.

At some point, he turned on the lamp and set it down beside you while you worked on the finishing touches.

"You're better than I remember." He whispered like he thought you couldn't hear him.

You weren't sure what to say to that either. You just kept painting.

—

"This doesn't change anything. I'm still angry with you."

"Of course."

Zhongli never seemed to run out of tea. Despite not having brewed a new pot throughout your stay, the one on the table continued to steam, its aroma wafting leisurely throughout the room. When he offered you a cup after you left the canvas out to dry, you let yourself take it. You allowed him a calmer response when he spoke.

"This may upset you a bit more, but I am also somewhat bothered you never tried to talk to me."

"So we are at an impasse."

Of course, it did occur to you that you were both being hardheaded and moronic. But you were comforted by a few things.

"It would seem so." Zhongli nodded.

"Or maybe not." You quipped, glancing pointedly at an old painting on the wall. "You seem to have been stalking me, Mr. Zhongli."

"I think stalking might be a slight exaggeration."

"Oh, really."

Even as the mountains erode over the centuries, from the dust, they are fated to reform anew.

dividers from @clutteredfun

#mine #my writing #fics #requests #long post #genshin impact x reader #zhongli #gi zhongli #zhongli x reader #gi zhongli x reader #¡

[zhongrin]

the art of breathing normally

— or, the ways you make him breathless so effortlessly

◇ characters ◇ zhongli, childe, diluc, al haitham, wanderer, kaveh, kaeya

◇ tags ◇ fluff, angst, comfort, spoiler/hint of al haitham's character story 5

◇ a/n ◇ yes the title is taken from that one chapter title in “for better or worse” webtoon hehe i love dillon and cedric so much they’re cute

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

zhongli finds it hard to breathe (in a good way) when you wrap yourself around him in one way or another. you can drape your arms around his waist, nuzzle yourself against his side, or even jump up to koala-hug him (although he will still scold you lightly as he drops everything in his arms in favor to support you - he just doesn’t want you to get hurt.)

but his favorite has to be when you lace your fingers between his own (preferably gloveless) ones, before tightly squeezing, a pressure not enough to hurt but strong enough to leave tingles upon his skin, making the geo markings along his arms pulse and blink in happiness.

he just loves to be reminded and reassured that you’re here. you’re right here in front of him and you are here to stay. you’re here for him with your tender love and warm smile. and you’ll always be here, etched permanently in his heart, the most unyielding stone eroded in remembrance of your beautiful soul.

it was a spontaneous decision on your part when you slip into bed with al haitham and offered to read his book for him out loud instead tonight. he ponders over it for a bit and decides to relent, wanting to know what is it that made you so hooked on hearing him read his books audibly on normal days. your voice fills his senses as he settles onto his pillow, and his lips tug on the corners as you stumble upon difficult terms you’ve never heard before. he decides to show you mercy by telling you the correct pronunciation, and you thank him before continuing, as cheerful as ever, unashamed of your lack of knowledge - it’s one of the things he adores about you, he thinks. this happens several times, and as he relaxes, your lover found his gaze magnetically straying towards you, examining your features as you read.

al haitham’s lungs seizes momentarily when your words falter as you sensed his stare, a patient smile full of such love and adoration blooming on your expression like the freshest bloom of the padisarahs in the garden. a memory lost to time resurfaces in his mind, and he feels himself reliving the hazy scene behind his closed eyelids. he can’t explain it but it feels familiar and nostalgic, yet it’s also foreign and different. when he feels your hand worriedly caressing the stray tear on his cheek, he could only smiles and thinks to himself -

ah. so this is what a peaceful life feels like.

childe’s breath stutters when you kiss his nose or his eyelids. there’s something so adorable and intimate about those two specific places. like a forgotten childhood memory and the intricate vulnerability of allowing himself to be cherished and loved, to know that you won’t ever harm him despite him having his guard down. surprisingly, ajax doesn’t need a lavish display of love despite his repetitively showy endeavors in telling the whole world that you’re his. he’s already content with your soft giggles and tender touches, hidden behind doors and under the blankets in the cold starless sky of snezhnayan winters.

as the trained warrior that he is, he can last a good few minutes underwater, yet one simple kiss from you effectively diminishes his lung capacity, making him gasp and gulp for air, like a fish out of water. he can run for miles and keep his regular breathing pattern, yet a single notion of your well-being put in harm’s way makes his chest constrict and his breath fall into disarray. you’re the bane of his existence and the deity of salvation in his life.

you steal his breath away and with it, a piece of his cracked heart.

as cliche and boring as it was, kaveh’s breath escapes from his lungs whenever you visibly express yourself near him. he’s an empath to the core and he absolutely adores receiving the waves of your emotions like he’s some sentient radio transceiver who’s so attuned to your channel.

you could smile and he would follow, his chest constricting with incomprehensible joy as he drinks the light of happiness like a withered plant that hasn't seen sunlight in days. he loves to listen to your cheerful voice, like your own devoted transcriber, ready to commit your words and etch them into his soft and overwhelmingly big heart.

you could cry and he would bawl with you while holding you close, his lungs seizing with thorny vines that wrap and threaten to crush them to mush with each pearl of tears falling down the puffiness of your eyes. somehow the sight hits him harder than when the realization of his father not coming back hit him, or that time his mother told him she was going to move to fontaine and remarry - oh, it’s so much worse, because he’s holding his entire world in his arms, and he resonates with your bleeding heart.

kaeya would never admit to it but you would notice that his breath hitches whenever you yank his shirt to kiss him. he can try to deny it all he wants, but he finds your assertiveness hot - there’s just something about having you reaffirming how much you can affect him.

it used to irk him, actually - no one should have so much power over him. his life is already crumbling enough as it is, why would he want someone to shake it all up and potentially make it all crash down? and yet, throughout your relationship, he sees you fix the cracks, changes the rusted nails out, and solidifies his foundation. you’re so patient, your touch firm and gentle, and with each fissure healed he finds himself laughing breathlessly… and he lets go of his inhibitions. you can steal his marred heart away, and take his breaths too while you’re at it.

diluc finds his breathing spectacularly failing when your finger brushes against his nape as you help him tie his hair into a high ponytail. he still does not understand why you prefer this hairstyle, but he understands fully that the lack of air in his voice when you worriedly ask if you’ve tugged on his hair too hard is, in actuality, caused by how he wishes he could spend the rest of his life with you. to be with you, just like this, tranquil mornings full of domesticity and love, a replica of the little bits of memories he remembers of his late parents when they thought he was still asleep.

he’s so in love with you, he burns brighter in your presence, and he doesn’t even care if it uses up all the oxygen in his lungs; for he is sure his love for you is an eternal flame not born from the borrowed power of the gods, but from the deepest part of his heart.

wanderer has no need for these two specific atoms chemically bound to form an oxygen molecule that these weak humans seem to need lest they keel over and asphyxiate. and yet he still feels something compressing itself into an ever-consuming black hole within his hollow chest whenever you touch his white wooden skin with the most tender of touches as if he was something to be cherished. as if he was worthy of your presence. as if he was human. as if you truly love him.

ridiculous, he hisses and slaps your hand away every single time. his throat clogs and his lips purse, his vocal chord failing to enunciate how foolish you are, and the feeling got worse when he sees you merely chuckle at his ‘prickliness’.

you touch him again with the same hands five minutes later, and he struggles to squash the urge to smile.

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[onestepbackwards]

Hello Soulmate

🔸Zhongli x Reader Drabble🔸

Summary: You've had a weird soulmark on your wrist since you were young. Who knew it was the soulmark of a god who has waited for you for almost 6000 years?

CW: Fluff, soulmate au

Word Count: 1428 words!

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Imagine Zhongli, in all his years alive, has never found his soulmate.

On his chest above his heart, a small bird symbol lays dormant. If it wasn't for the very obvious mark, he'd believe he never had a soul mate to begin with.

But not once in his thousands of years on Teyvat, had it ever lit up, or burned, or glowed. Tell tale signs a soulmate is alive, and that you have met them, or that they were nearby.

His did none of those. It just sat innocently on his chest.

At least it wasn't ashen grey, showing his soulmate had passed.

He had long grown not to expect his soul mate to appear. Zhongli did have hope after becoming an Archon, hoping that would make finding you easier.

But you never once showed up.

Eventually time went on, and he no longer felt hope.

Well, that would be a lie.

He felt hope, but it had long since grown into a warm, smoldering coal, instead of the blazing fire it once was.

The dragon knew if he were to still meet you in this life, he would love and cherish you, excited beyond belief.

But that day had yet to come.

So with a heavy heart, he went through with the death of Rex Lapis.

It was one of the most difficult decisions he had ever made. But it had to be done, regardless if he truly wanted to step down or not.

Erosion would eventually come its way for him, much like it had done to Azhdaha. It was best to let his country grow on its own two legs, and be prepared for when that day came, whether it be in a hundred years, or a thousand.

A part of him worried you would come, only when he was beginning to wither.

Zhongli didn't want you to see him like that. You already missed him in his prime, but he had nightmares of meeting his soul mate when his mind started to erode.

But it had to be done.

He wasn't too surprised to see your mark on his human vessel, though he still felt so empty. Deep down, he yearned to hold his soulmate, even now.

So when he was sipping tea one day, taking his time for an order for Director Hu, he dropped his tea cup when he felt a burn on his chest, right above his vessels heart.

His eyes widen as he reaches up to touch the spot. For once, he curses himself for wearing so many clothes.

He's leaving the tea house he is in, uncaring if the mora he slammed down on the table was enough to cover his meal. Rushing to his small home he had bought years ago, Zhongli slams through the door, almost stumbling to his room.

Ripping off his clothes, he shakes as he sees it in the mirror.

Your soulmate mark, alive and glowing warmly on his chest.

He stares in wonder, fingers gently reaching up, touching the delicate looking mark with awe.

You were real. You were alive. You were close by.

Old instincts pushed at the boundaries in his mind, and he forced them back down.

Not now. You were alive. You were real. He had time.

Rex Lapis waited 6000 years for you. Zhongli could wait just a little longer.

Meanwhile, you had an odd soulmate mark, ever since it first materialized as a child.

It was the Geo symbol. Just that, the Geo symbol.

Your parents had been stumped since the mark showed itself, on the inside of your wrist clear as day.

It glowed a stunning amber, and was outlined in black. Whoever it was, was alive and well.

Most marks had very interesting meanings. But THE Geo symbol?

It had your parents scratching their heads.

Not once had anyone you met had any symbol similar. Never had anyone seen a mark of one of the elemental sigils.

As you got older, it only brought more questions than answers.

Though you remember talking about it with a friend in the bar in Mondstadt, when the bard there asked about it when he saw it on your wrist in passing.

"You know... It might be someone from Liyue that uses a Geo vision. Or maybe an adeptus that works with Rex Lapis? Who knows, maybe even Rex Lapis himself?"

The bard then laughed, and your face went red at the remark. You? Being able to claim a god as your soulmate? Please.

The head of the bar ended up dragging him away, though the mischievous, almost knowing look that bard sent you over his shoulder had you second guessing yourself.

His words kept whispering in your head. Maybe your soulmate was in Liyue? That was the nation's symbol after all. If anything, it would be a good place to start looking.

After all, you always felt sometimes you had to grab fate by the horns and take control of it yourself.

So when you packed a bag and headed out, your parents tearfully waving goodbye behind you, you didn't think much of it.

If you found them, then you did. If not, you could always go home.

Though you weren't expecting your mark to burn when you stopped to rest at a Statue of the Seven near the harbor. The late Rex Lapis' statue.

A part of your mind grew anxious at this news. Your mark glowing and burning like this.

"Who knows, maybe even Rex Lapis himself?"

The bard's words echoed almost tauntingly in your mind.

You tried not to sadly laugh as you felt the warmth flow through your body.

Of course, if it really was Rex Lapis, it would only be your luck it was a dead god you were tied to. If only you had been a year sooner...

But that didn't mean Rex Lapis' spirit was gone. You had read the papers, and Lady Ningguang had mentioned a dream where he told her about how he had perished.

Or something like that.

Perhaps that was what this was then? Since he was a god, that's why your mark wasn't ashen grey? His spirit was strong enough to live on?

How cruel. If that was what this was, your soulmate was taken from you far too-

"I found you."

You scream as you spin around, and a man with the most gorgeous amber eyes you have ever seen is standing behind you.

He looked a bit disheveled. His clothes almost haphazardly thrown on. You got the impression he normally didn't look like this.

The mark on your wrist pulsed, and your eyes widened.

"You..." You began, though you couldn't think of the words you wanted to say.

The man is quick to unbutton his shirt, and tug it to the side.

When you saw the glowing bird, pulsing on his chest above his heart, you knew.

That mark was yours.

Carefully, you lowered your wrist, and he oh so carefully reached out for it. His hands were so gentle as they took your own, as if you were made of glass.

The spark that followed as a thumb ran across the symbol, left you breathless.

"My symbol..." He murmured, in awe over the small mark.

But you could already tell there was weight behind those words.

His eyes snapped back to your own, and you saw it.

This man... he was older than he looked. Those eyes were the ones of an old soul.

You felt power radiating from him, and your mouth went dry.

"You aren't... human, are you?"

It wasn't so much a question, as it was a statement.

The man blinked, almost in surprise, before he began to laugh.

It was a gentle one, one that had your heart pounding in your chest.

He smiled at you, eyes glowing bright.

"I should have known my soulmate would be able to figure it out first thing."

"Who knows, maybe even Rex Lapis himself?"

Those word rang in your mind once more, and you found yourself speaking before you could think about what you were asking.

"...Rex... Lapis...?" You asked, almost unsure, though the thought somehow felt so right.

His eyes seemed to brighten, along with his smile.

He brought your hand up to his mouth, and kissed the Geo symbol on your wrist, sending shivers through out your body. He then nuzzled against your hand, eyes never leaving your own. The loving look he sent you left you almost breathless.

"Hello, my dear. It's nice to finally meet you."

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[anantaru]

𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔

୨୧ saying they're too big for you feat. zhongli : pantalone : al-haitham : diluc : heizou : childe : dottore x fem! reader

୨୧ A/N: heizou is big guys, source: trust me

୨୧ WARNINGS: nsfw : size kink

𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈

zhongli was gentle with you, mild and patient, putting the most effort into foreplay to get you properly wet and ready for him, his tongue working wonders on your sweet little cunt that could barely wait any longer.

however, it always hurt at first, the pain rippling through your veins and rushing into your blood as he pushed past the tight entrance, inch by inch yet barely being able to bury half of him in you, "you're too big." you suddenly mutter in a whiny voice, warm tears welling up in your eyes as you blinked them away, "we'll make it work." his words alone sounded like a charm, as if he put a spell on you which had calmed you down almost immediately.

of course, you gave yourself to him, completely, his lips pressing soft kisses on your warm cheeks and brushing the tears off your face. Zhongli traced over the natural curves of your breasts before placing one of his hands on top of your clit, rubbing the shuddering bundle of thin skin with his middle and ring finger.

with a sense of awe, he tore your gaze to him, zhongli did nothing, said nothing, focused again on his cock parting your hole. Perceiving his warm, with his huge girth and the soft skin feeling like velvet, different in comparison to his coarse shoves.

in a futile attempt to soothe your shudders, zhongli continued to caress you fully, with you audibly noticing the love and devotion he held for you. He'd rather hurt himself than pain you, he's attentive, will never draw his attention off your body so he'd always notice when you might become uncomfortable again.

𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄

by all means, it wasn't as if you didn't like the rough pace pantalone would mostly go for, more so did you encourage it quite often. It was all in an attempt to soothe his mind, the painfully long working hours continued to take a toll on him so it was only natural for you to let him have his way with you, as he needed and craved it.

the dark and intimate aura that'll crawl over your body while you're on all fours with pantalone keeping you steadied with his hands, rubbing his palms on the skin of your behind. His cock was as always, stiff and erect, huge, he was definitely a grower but not only that, his girth was impressive, maddening and somehow beyond reality.

"you're too big, it's not fitting."

oddly enough, in an attempt to pull himself past the tightness, his cock brushed up your hole, missing it and not being able to spread you for him. This would happen ever so often, pantalone could already hear your whimpers and whines which sounded like a tiny tamper tantrum thrown around.

"come on, i know you're capable of taking me all."

lowering his head, pantalone spread you apart with his hands to give you a tentative lick, before properly melting as one with your fluids, proceeding to turn you wetter. He tightly held onto your behind, nudging and squeezing around the soft flesh with his eyes closed in concentration.

wriggling his tongue just a couple more times, he moved his hand to his thick shaft, lining himself back up again. "lets see now, shall we." the difference in size was ridiculous, he was dragging his tip over your folds when trying to push himself in. Thankfully, this time it worked, still, pantalone was more than overwhelmed with the resistance that eroded within, moaning within gasps.

your lover truly sounded beautiful, his tone low, dark and so unbelievably delicious, your walls twitching with him finally working his hips on you.

𝐀𝐋-𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌

with your eyes in a smoldering gaze, you watched as al-haitham carefully positioned himself in between your thighs while stroking his stiff cock. Your face ignited with warmth, letting your hands fall to the side while relishing endlessly in between those moments.

shattering the silence, al-haitham groaned deeply, the first, of many, tiny splotch of white pooling down the slit of his tip. He continued to stroke himself in front of your core before dragging his tip over your hole, his erected cock swelling in his hand.

perhaps, finally being consumed by the annoying feeling of impatience, al-haitham thought he might as well just snap himself in, without actually thinking it through. Sometimes you really could smack him into oblivion, it's as if he somehow forgot how fucking huge he was.

naturally, he only managed to get half of him sheathed in with your cunt flitting around his length, spasming and somehow trying to hold him in you. Your legs shivered around his broad body with your hips unable to arch up into him, fluids staining your folds. "you're too big, al-haitham."

"do you want me to stop? my hypothesis is that you're not relaxed enough."

damned is he with his stupid hypothesis as you rolled your at him, huffing out your annoyance. Of course, he wouldn't do anything you were uncomfortable with, tangling his fingers in your hair without moving a muscle on his hips. But there was more, clearly more, and he groaned when you involuntarily flexed around him, his object of his desire and longing which was you, right in front of him struggling like that, what a maddening sight.

"I'm relaxed, shut up." you spat hoarsely, in a whispery tone, lowering your head to watch you struggle when he proceeded to place his thumb on your clit, gently adding pleasure until he noticed a reaction from you, your hips jolting forward. "you're not, let me help."

there really was no end when you'd have an argument like this with your boyfriend, so you decided to give it a rest, but also giving yourself a mental note to search for some snarky responses in the near future should this happen again.

all the reassurance came over you as he leaned in, with you taking him a bit more now, slowly, time wrapped around your finger and truly enjoyed the moment together after all.

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂

to explain the way diluc would made you feel with his cock, was certainly a combination of torture and bliss. One of his favorite positions continued to be prone bone, with him very well knowing how tight you'd be in that spot.

pulling the foreskin down with his free hand, diluc prodded against your core, he wanted to picture it in his mind, engrave the feeling forever when he applied pressure. His facial expression was one of a concentrated kind with pain burning through your opening after every inch pulled in.

"this isn't working diluc, you're too big."

although being used to a treatment like this, tonight you couldn't see yourself actually succeeding in this position, voicing your concern. "wait, we might change that." diluc handled you with great caress, you were always so unbelievably nice and understanding to him, the last thing he would want to do is for you to actually get hurt by him, in one way or another.

taking all the time you needed, he pulled himself out again before looping one of his hands under your hips, slightly dragging you up. Your stomach was still flushed on the mattress, but now your ass was curved up much greater with the help of his support.

"lets try again, okay?"

with a tiny nod, you rested your head on the pillow under you, keeping your lower region perked up as he yet again, ruled himself up to get dragged in after. Your body was tense, diluc digging himself in like that would still hurt, his girth was one of an impressive size, but he still managed to make it a bit more comfortable to you.

the wetness on you grew when diluc began to pound into you lightly, testing on how far he could take it, making your head spin from the sinful combination of both pleasure and pain rippling through your veins with the pain soon dissolving into nothingness.

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔

as nerve wrecking as it was, heizou continued to toy with you, he wouldn't want it any other way and neither would you if you were being completely honest to yourself.

in truth, you weren't thinking about how he'd possibly fit in your mouth, you noticed how heizou continued to study you while you lowered yourself on the cold floor, how his eyes sparkled in something akin to love and adoration, mesmerized with your beauty.

openmouthed, you were breathing hard with his cock bare in full view. You swirled your tongue around him to taste his skin, the slight saltiness of his pre pulling out intense fantasies from your thoughts. Heizou's cheeks flushed red upon making contact with your lips, more so did he grow frustrated over time, he needed you, right now.

his hands came forward to hold your head, helping you pull him in as you already gurgled around his shaft, closing your eyes. With that, his hips hitched at your rhythm, still panting hard and blinking with his mouth gaped wide.

afraid of pushing your buttons or turning this into an uncomfortable situation, heizou abruptly pulled out of your warm mouth, lowering his head while holding your check with his free hand. "too much?" you had a slight trouble of meeting his eyes because of your current state being embarrassing to you, holding yourself onto his thighs.

"you're too big, don't act like you don't know."

you could certainly notice the effect those words had on heizou, his eyes bright with his muscles knotted with a complete different tension than before. You could say it gave him an immense ego boost, the wry smirk on his lips only confirming said thesis.

"i'll be gentler than baby, i didn't know you still had trouble taking me."

your breathing was becoming even with your jaw relaxing. Heizou yet again, placed his cock on your tongue, dragging it down your mouth with the sound of choked moans roaming into the room. It felt magnificent how his cock twitched on your wet muscle, flaring your nostrils a bit to have your breathing controlled.

with that, he began to flood your mouth, dragging himself raw into you while making sure that you were comfortable. "see, you can do it after all." obviously you couldn't respond and heizou knew that, maybe that's why he said something in the first place to see you struggle yet again. His hands helped you bob yourself back and forth his impressive length with his head tilted to the side, chest heaving and continuing to become more erratic.

yet the strangled moans you voiced around his girth were certainly the very thing that brought him over the edge at last.

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄

this day turned out a bit different than childe and you would've expected it. Slowly and almost as if by their own volition, his hands helped you crawl up to straddle his hips while he lolled himself back into the soft cushions.

the sight of his stiff cock resting on his pelvis was giving your stomach a little lurch forward, in a satisfying way. Your fingers brushed along the edge of his erection, hugging his length with your hand to steady it in front of your hole.

"i missed you so much." childe‘s hoarse words broke the silence in the room, his sentence turning you on further when you smiled at him, the sense of comfort and safety surging into the warmth of the room.

"i missed you too, you have to tell me about inazuma after we're done."

childe dug his fingers into your skin, nodding as a response when you rose your hips up, prodding his tip against your cunt before attempting to lower yourself. Wit that, ajax‘ attention fully focused down south on where you both fused into each other, adding additional support to your play with his broad hands on your body.

somehow you knew it would happen again, the soreness of your cunt split open sparing no effort to make it more difficult for you. Exhaling in a barely audible moan, you whinced upon trying to lower yourself just a bit more when childe‘s hands on you tightened.

"don‘t force it." his reaction was a reward on its own, you knew your boyfriend was content and attentive towards your feelings and comfort, but witnessing it first hand always left a warm softness in your gut. "you‘re too big, i can't help it."

the mix of a laugh and moan he grazed you with upon hearing your response made him feel proud, growing his confidence as he watched his swollen tip get pulled in. "let me help, it‘s okay baby, i got you." it wasn't the first time and it certainly wouldn't be the last when he removed one of his hands off your hips, placing them on your stomach instead to have his thumb push down on your clit.

involuntarily and without an ounce of self control, your body jolted forward, together with lowering yourself just a bit, barely an inch. Of course, his little circles on your sensitivity felt good, smooth and warm and really did help you to lose focus on the slight pain.

In a fixed position you concentrated your thoughts on the movements of his thumb while simultaneously lowering yourself, gently rutting your hips into his fingers together with drawing him into your walls.

the chorus of whines and pleasure you'd show him, you'd gift him, were turning his mind into a puddle of water, taking a deep breath before exhaling slowly, "i'm never leaving ever again."

𝐃𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄

his fingers threaded through his unruly hair with him brushing it back while the exploration of your body became more passionate, an obvious factor for that being how fixated dottore was on the way his cock was resting on your wet folds.

in a way, both his interest on you scared and intrigued you at the same time, of course you weren't certain what exactly he had planned for you but right now anything negative that would somehow flood your mind, would in the same heartbeat, dissolve into dust, pleasure and desire taking a grasp on your soul.

the lust was written over dottore's face upon attempting to push himself past the agonizing tightness of your core. Your stomach fluttered with nervousness, a slight jolt of electricity drawing itself out of your body when you sensed his swollen tip in you, engulfed by your walls.

you rose your feet, feeling numb when dottore tried to let you take more of him, trembling with your lips gaped open. "wait." placing your palm on his chest to keep him apart from you, you locked his gaze.

"it's too big for me, it's not going to work."

dottore looked straight into your eyes upon hearing you speak, a smile curved up on the corners of his lips chasing away all your doubts. "that can't possibly be the case, you're made for me." there was an ease between you when he cupped your cheek, pulling you into a kiss even though his words irritated you. Wanting nothing more than to be close to him, you deepened the kiss, responding to his lust for you.

"I'll go slow tonight then, you should be grateful." there it was again, you figured, whenever dottore would do or say something remotely cute, he'd soon after add anything that'll bury the sweetness of his antics, not to mention bury them for good.

"turn around, it'll be easier that way." you did as he commands, flipping yourself over so your stomach was pressed against the mattress, happiness filling your heart as you got on all fours, relieved when he steadied himself.

this position certainly was making it far less difficult, indulging in the growing sense of pleasure when dottore tried to yet again, push himself past you. You were in awe, allowing him to separate you with a growing sense of fullness and completion giving your lust away, together with your wetness drawing itself on his length.

"see, what did I tell you? don't doubt me again."

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[crystalflygeo]

The dragon and the sacrificial lamb ft. eroded!Morax + gn!reader

cw/tags: angst, no joke I cried writing this, bittersweet ending, rough sex, feral/eroded zhongli, restraints (courtesy of improper use of geo as usual ehe) fingering, dubcon at first maybe??

notes: Alright this is a special one get ready. There's two "version" of this story bc I couldn't decide which path I liked more. This one is the bittersweet ending. Both stories are exactly the same at the start, changing a few word here and there but then reach a point where they divert completely in reactions/emotions and the underlying feeling of the stories are very different. They can be read independently ofc so by all means feel free to choose which tags you vibe with more or enjoy picking up the differences between both!

Dark/Bad ending version here!!

Once upon a time…

A long, long time ago…

The people of Liyue revered their beloved Archon Rex Lapis. Just and kind, he led his nation for millennia, upholding order and contracts, defeating countless enemies,a nd defending their safe harbor.

It is said the Lord of Geo took a human as partner, and fell in love deep and pure.

And his partner loved him just as much.

Willing to do anything for his sake.

It is said the God understood that even he himself was not immune to erosion, and it would one day be his downfall. So, he made sure his people were ready to live on without him. That his adepti were strong enough to subdue him if the day ever came.

As for his lover… well…

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Your bare feet crunch along the soft grass as you run and run, panting, gasping for air, almost tripping and letting out a yelp but quickly regaining balance and scurrying faster, past the falling golden ginkgo leaves, past the soft sound of rushing waters.

The golden sunset is gorgeous, dying the sky pink and orange with pastel hues but you simply ignore it, having grown tired of it, sick even. It is fake, an illusion. Just as everything else in this adeptal abode.

Everything except, of course, you and the beast you are currently fleeing from.

It is useless to try to escape, this you know, and your heart clenches painfully as tears prickle at your eyes. You’ve done this before, played this game many many times. But at least for one moment… just one moment…

A roar turns your blood to ice and against all common sense you look over your shoulder to see a massive long dragon twisting in the air and diving straight towards you.

Your legs tremble and fail you as you fall down, the grass is soft but your body aches, tired, burning. You scramble around frantically to stare at the beast again and your eyes widen in panic as it lands right on top of you, majestic and terrifying, caging you with its serpentine body. The golden claws alone are as long as your forearms, digging on the ground at either side of you.

You whimper.

The dragon lowers his head, growling at you, fangs mere inches apart and you squeeze your eyes shut, tears running down your face.

“Why do you run away from me?”

“Please… I just want some time to myself.”

“Are you not happy with me? My mate?”

At the words you only sob harder.

Mate.

Oh, how much joy did that word bring you once. And now you can only feel your heart shatter.

You feel a shift in the wind, in the energy, in the light around you, and when you open your eyes, the massive dragon has faded to a more human appearance. He changes back to the form you’re most used to.

Long strands of dark hair tipped amber, striking golden eyes with stunning red lines that highlight their sharpness, a handsome face and a muscular body with arms died black, and lines of gold… lines that run along his cheek and down his neck. Cracks, like a broken glass, like scars, under his eyes and around his chest, ruining the pristine skin and unable to disappear despite his ability to change forms.

The undeniable marks of erosion.

You snap back to attention when he dips down and starts nosing at your neck, his hands pulling at the robe you’re wearing, the only article of clothing you picked up before scurrying away from the mansion. It parts open easily, revealing your naked body to his eyes, littered in past bruises, hickeys and bite marks. Claims from the dragon.

"W-wait. Stop-!" You try to push him back, desperately pressing your palms against his broad shoulders, but of course he's unmovable as stone.

You kick and trash until he gets irritated and suddenly your arms are immobilized, held above your head and pressed onto the very ground by heavy geo cuffs.

“Submit.” He growls.

You squirm a little more until your body sags into the ground, exhausted, panting. There is no use. Instead, you shudder as his hands explore your body, rough and callous but still gentle despite his displays of power.

He spreads your legs and slots between them as your breath catches. His thumb softly brushes at a spot on your navel lovingly, a glittering geo symbol engraved on your skin there, glowing subtly like his horns. You let out a moan.

Then his touch goes lower and teases at your entrance, circling the hole and dipping in just barely.

“Z-Zhongli-!”

Another growl comes out of his throat, deep and guttural. “You dare speak another man’s name in my presence? In my realm? When you belong to me?”

You gulp, knot in your throat, mind dizzy, heart and body aching.

And then you smile. Softly. Pained.

“Morax, my love… n-not so rough, please…” You whisper.

The eroded God leans down to kiss you, swallowing your moans when his fingers tease, rub and pull at your hole, spreading you a little, preparing you. His long serpentine tongue invades your mouth as his free hand teases a nipple before sliding to settle at your hip. Your body relaxes and melts down onto the grass, pliant for him.

When you break apart, you see pure love and adoration in his golden eyes, but they no longer carry that wisdom, that solemn and dignified depth. Only a primal desire to keep you, claim you, breed you.

It’s alright…

This was your choice.

Blinking back tears, you moan and struggle a little against the restraints on your wrists, two of Morax’s fingers already pressing deep and curling inside you. You see stars when he quickly finds that spot that shoots pleasure up your spine, having already memorized it. Your sex leaking fluids and spurring him on.

Then, Morax pulls out and you feel the tip of his cock press against you, you gasp, back arching as he slowly presses forward inside your warm heat with a pleased groan.

“S-so big… ah!” You whimper, bucking your hips on reflex.

“My mate. So pretty. I will fill you up.” He mumbles, eyes half-lidded as he rolls his hips, inch after inch sinking into you languidly until he sheathes to the hilt, your legs spread around him. Morax slides his large hands around your hips, lifting them to pull closer and deeper, the new angle making his cockhead press deep against your sweet spot. He wastes no time thrusting in and out, gradually picking up the pace.

It's almost tender.

Soft keening sounds escape your lips as you lock your legs around his lower back, your feet resting atop the base of his tail which whips around wildly as he starts fucking faster. You feel the world blur around you, all that exists is you two and the mounting pleasure, the wet sounds and the slapping of skin against skin.

“Morax… Morax… ah! I’m… I’m c-close…”

He grunts and redoubles his efforts, hands pressing bruising spots at your hips, your insides clenching around him. “Mine.” He growls possessively, and you nod and chant his name over and over. Everything feels hot, dizzy, so much- too much-

You come with a filthy cry tumbling out of your lips, slick juices rolling down your skin. He continues through your overstimulated state, chasing his own pleasure as his thrust become erratic until finally, he stills deep inside and moans long and low, painting your insides white.

The two of you ride out your orgasms in tandem, then he drapes over you, kissing your skin softly and making you sigh.

“My love, please, release me?” You try, struggling against the cuffs once again. “I want to touch you.”

“No.” He snarls. “You’ll only try to escape again.”

“I-I won’t… hng… I promise. I’m yours.” You reply breathless, full of emotion.

Morax eyes you with a stern expression, contemplating for a moment before letting out a soft huff. You feel the geo cuffs dissipate into golden dust, your aching limbs free, though sore, but you ignore it as your hand weakly cups his cheek, thumb rubbing at the golden scars there. Morax leans into the soft touch, nuzzling your palm.

“Love you.” The eroded dragon mutters, and you imagine it’s your lover telling you, despite his decaying fractured mind.

“I… I love you too.” You reply softly, bittersweet tears rolling down your face.

Forever and always.

-----

…It is said that his lover made the ultimate sacrifice.

Willingly locked with the eroded god in a sealed realm, to keep him ensnared, enchanted and bound to them.

Until they both turn to dust.

#zhongli smut #genshin smut #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact smut #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #crys writes #gn reader #eroded zhongli #I guess that's gonna be a tag omg #man this was so much fun I broke my own heart :))) #I remember a friend always used to find ways to mix angst into everything including but specially smut #this is her influence lmao

[lychniis]

⚘— VIGOUR ( AS HE CALLS IT ).

i. SYNOPSIS : when was the last time he let passion win this fight? ( zhongli x reader ) // evenfall event - prompt xiii ( ❛ honey you're familiar, like my mirror years ago. ❜ ) + daisy, orchid.

ii. WARNING(S) : mdni, smut. half dragon zhongli, rader is gn with female parts, fluffy smut tbh and zhongli is kind of smitten shhhh. this post contains 18+ content. minors do not interact.

# masterlist

There’s a vivid, beautiful thing about youth that Zhongli’s memories test against. He’s grown too old to, within the tragedies that spun forth like silk and poison and the bite of a blade. It is the embers spread forth round the sides of the pot, and there’s hardly much to see of it. 

Maybe there was something there. People could suspect, people could nurse those thoughts then move on from and let it be forgotten.

( That part of him has long died. It’s the rambunctious child, the testy spunk, the feel and the rush of iron and adrenaline coursing through, timed with his hammering heartbeat — and the earth would splinter. )

Then came you. You, you, you and his footsteps are lead on to follow yours. He’s a fool in that regard with the softness of love clogging up the reason in his mind and stoking the brazen parts of him that fumble and leave him flushed. But Zhongli lives for an experience and this — this he adores. The quiet walks, the lingering spice of your food, the smell of mint and herbs in your hair. 

And this,

Zhongli spreads his hand over your back. His breath is labored. His eyes on you. Indulgence, the sweet coat of peaches on his tongue. He tests his fingertips over the softness of your stomach. You are warm, real, heartbeat and all.

He dips his head down. Whispers into your ear.

“Will you indulge me?”

Your gaze draws to him. A simple “Anything for you.” He wonders, briefly, if he could have met your spirit sooner at a long passed ‘sometime’. But loving you as Zhongli, is perhaps the kindest way to love you. Because Zhongli was tender in ways he once was not. Zhongli would not tear your flesh apart with his teeth and take and take.

( Time has tempered, softened, eroded. )

“Sit up, love.”

You hum. “I’m almost afraid to comply now. Can I change my mind?”

He offers a patient nod. Your lips quirk, a little adoring, a little passionate. “Just kidding, just kidding…”. Your legs fit snugly round his lap. He marvels for a moment, rubbing down sensitive skin, kissing your cheek. “Indulge yourself. Mr. Zhongli.”

Zhongli’s gaze meets yours. His laugh rumbles forth between the kisses he steals forth and his belt coming undone with a faint clink. “Beautiful. Mine, my love, all mine…” he murmurs and for a brief moment, he pulls away just to stare, shifting you enough to drag his cock against your slick cunt. A stray whimper is drawn out. The burn in his gut demands more.

“Arms around me.”

“What are you planning?” you press up closer to him, cradling his cheek with a lazy smile. “Zhongli, love, don’t leave me in the dark.”

He grinds you over his cock again. Your back arches just a little. And maybe in a moment of brattiness your hands wander and stroke at the small of his back. Maybe you press down onto him a little too hard. Zhongli holds an unspoken credence to it. He likes your rebellion. He likes the cheek. He likes the liveliness.

It means many things.

It means pinning you back down, prodding your entrance with a teasing sluggishness. “Behave, love.” he chides.

“Not with the pace you’re moving at.”

You could barely articulate that sentence. You’re flushed and it’s adorable, how you let your lips draw back and your eyes wrinkle at the corners. “Are you calling me slow, love?” he deliberates.

“I’m calling you old.”

He leans in close. “Keep talking.” he goads, breaching through, sliding the tip into you. Your lips part. You whine, nails digging into his back. “Go on.”

You suck a breath in. Zhongli drags his cock into your walls, in and out, bit by bit till you’re snug round his length. Then he thrusts, hard, through the shaky, blubbering moans and his mind fogs over with the tight squeeze you offer and the heat of your body.

It slips something primal. It’s a rush. Zhongli watches the way you writhe below him and he has a taste of the spirited youthfulness again.

His hand slides over your eyes. He feels human skin shed and a halfway draconian vessel filter through the cracks. He vaguely registers his tail wind round your calf, his talons tear into the mattress. Your shaky fingers pry at the offending part over your eyes. “L-let me.” you beg. “Let me s-see.”

He lets you, a knuckle stroking your clit. Your touch is gentle against his horns and your sight is unfocused. “Zhongli.” you mumble. “Zhongli.” 

He whispers your name back. He keeps going, plunging into you, taking in the twitch of your limbs, your squirming, the mess you leave between your legs. You’re holding on, half of the lewd noises you let out muffled against his shoulder. He hears a plea, a soft praise and it keeps fuelling and testing that beast. His tempo picks up. You’re warm. Wet. His. 

Then you’re clutching round his cock and that cry you let loose is a delightful ring. You go lax in his arms so easily. Zhongli decides to be merciful for a moment and stops.

“I love you.” It's tiring but sincere. Zhongli hums, nosing at your neck. Then slowly, his hips shift and he thrusts. You’re left giggling a little, eyes slipping shut with the fatigue and the flushed heat settling fast. You mumble a last few words. “Keep going.” 

( He is not done, Not yet ).

❪⠀🎬⠀❫ AINE SPEAKS ;;

i am working through this event but this time i'm a common star rail mob trying to kill my party but aventurine's in it.

anyway, this evenfall post was once again requested by @floraldresvi!!this is a little more x oc coded vivi BUT thank you because i love zhongli hehehehehehehe i can;t complain.

AINE | 2024. do no plagiarize, repost or rework this piece.

#EVENFALL ; valentines 2024 #&&. my writing !! #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #x reader #angst #n.sfw #genshin zhongli #zhongli

[vnusoki]

MY LOVE, MINE, MINE, MINE. . .

ノsynopsis. His love was you, but you were gone.

ノtags. zhongli x reader, neuvillette x reader, xiao x reader. reader is dead. vague descriptions of how tho. a long time has passed. grief. mortal x immortal trope.

ノa/n. ahh. this trope is so sad, I just had to.

ZHONGLI had not missed a single anniversary since your death. He made it a tradition to always visit your favourite places in liyue. Not like he didn’t either way.

Some would say he was a heartbroken, lovesick fool for still being kept up with the death of someone who’d perished centuries ago. Zhongli had lived too many a life. He’d seen death more than any throughout the lands.

It shouldn’t have affected him as much as it did, but you’d captured who’s heart and very soul in your soft, loving hands and when they withered and died, you’d taken his heart with you.

To some place he couldn’t reach you. But he knew he’d meet you eventually nonetheless.

So Zhongli visited the places you once did, drank your favourite tea and visited your favourite sights in liyue because for as long as he would be alive, he wouldn’t ever forget you.

NEUVILLETTE had been a sea dweller long before he was the Iudex of fontaine. He roamed the vast expanse of the oceans surrounding the land, listening in on stories from harbour men and seeing ferocious beasts deep down in the belly of the water.

None had scared him. But surprisingly, you did. A mere mortal who’d hooked his heart and yanked it away from him like the fish you hunted at the lakes.

There was something about you he couldn’t shake off. Maybe that was the reason why, after decades of meeting at the same place, you’d stopped coming that neuvillette finally understood why.

Why you, a mortal , had done such an affect on him. He was too late to tell you, he found. Centuries later, he would mull over and think of what had been you, and he couldn’t stop the guilt from eroding him piece by piece.

If only he could’ve told you he loved you then.

XIAO never once let his guard down, neither for the foes he fought or the ones he would call comrades and friends. He isolated all from his heart and made it so as if he didn’t have one.

You were a mere villager. Yet still you had traversed the harsh terrain and the broken patchwork that was his heart and you’d mended the pieces that he thought would never be fixed.

Of course though. You were a mortal and you aged quicker than he did and in only the span of a few decades had you grown old and tired, unable to do anything.

It was only when you passed that xiao realised how much he should’ve said to you and now could never. How ironic was it that he fell for the very thing he wished to so desperately be?

© VNUSOKI 24 ! do not copy or repost my work !

#genshin impact x reader #genshin fluff #genshin angst #genshin x reader #genshin impact #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #zhongli angst #neuviill

[daylite-writes]

Yandere Xiao Thoughts

cw: previous kidnapping, mild self harm, yandere, soft yandere, fairly mild.

Oh immortal yanderes. The ones that steal you away, the ones that don’t quite understand how humans work. The ones that didn’t do their research.

The ones in over their head.

Learning quickly how much humans need socialization, need stimulation, need sun and nature. Learning quickly how badly humans react to being deprived of it.

Xiao doesn’t know how to react once it starts getting to you. You’re breaking down more often, quicker anger, quicker to cry. Pacing the small area he’s forced you into. At first, he thought you were just going through a… rougher period of adjustment. Until your coping mechanisms become self destructive.

He doesn’t know what do when he comes back from patrolling Liyue to find the skin of your forearms red, covered in scratches from your own nails. He offers little except panted out comforts and promises of safety as he pins you down, trying to keep your hands off you, deathly afraid of you hurting yourself even more. This goes on for hours, until you eventually fall asleep, exhausted and worn out from the months.

After a short consolation with Zhongli, the reality that he’s been caring for you horribly becomes apparent. His previously iron will and rules eroding a bit as he tries to meet the less visible, psychological needs that a human requires.

But bending his own rules for you does not mean freedom.

You need sunlight? You’re in his lap for hours, his arms wrapped around you as you two sit in the sun atop a isolated mountain peak. It’s better than nothing, but he refuses to let go. This becomes routine.

You need mental stimulation? Entertainment and occupation? Zhongli suggests books, but Xiao decides on you singing and playing music. So he can hear it. You’ve never played, but when he presents you with several masterfully crafted instruments, you eventually have no choice but to take a violin bow into your hands and open the guide book he gave you. What else is there to do. He’s always lingering whenever you’re learning.

You’re touch starved? Now his hands won’t leave your skin. It’s not even lewd, more threatening as he rests his hand around the back of your neck, or forces you to hug him.

Previously, you felt like a little bird in a cage, never to fly, owned by a passive master. Now though, you’re role is that of an unwilling lap dog. Better, even if you yearn for something else.

#genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere xiao #yandere xiao x reader #soft yandere #god I love this specific flavor #no clue what he’s doing #also hi i am back! sorry life hectic so writing was the first thing on pause

[hiraya-rawr]

"in another life, i would've really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you"

synopsis !! all the opportunities he didn't take! forbidden love, status differences, different life goals, missed chances

characters !! zhongli, thoma

note !! please please read thoma's part I really like it for some reason- also everything everywhere all at once was amazing, i loved every second of it and it was just so beautiful! i also love all the cultural references aaaah

+ + +

Z H O N G L I

"Live a human life with me," You had once suggested to Rex Lapis, lounging on a floating island and watching the construction of what would eventually be known as Liyue Harbor.

He turns to you, confused look on his face, "A human life? Honestly, your ideas only develop in oddity over time."

You laugh, shrugging as the wind chimes along with you. Did Barbatos find it amusing as well?

"I'm being serious, Morax! The war is over, peace is settling, any issues can be handled by the humans and we can always guide them from a distance." You smile, "Live a human life with me. We can open a teahouse by the outskirts, we can visit the harbor on weekends, we can age ourselves and spend a human's lifetime together!"

He sighs, turning away, "I'll amuse you and visit you in my human form, but I have responsibilities I wish to take as their archon. You can play human without me."

"Aww, Morax-"

He rolls his eyes, amused, "Human lives are so fickle and short. Should you ever get tired of living their ways, you're welcome to join me in the skies again."

"Hmp. You might just regret not trying with me." You tease, and you—

Were right. He did regret it, because there was no time left for him to try with you. You were gone, eroded like the old immortals, withered in a grave like a human. The immortality of gods like you and him was never physical after all, and your body decayed too soon.

"So, finally decided to join the bandwagon, huh?" Venti grins at the geo archon, sipping from his drink of what's presumably wine. The teahouse is half full, a known heritage site for anyone who knows the history of good Liyuen tea.

"It's an interesting idea." Zhongli simply replies.

"And how are you finding the human life, my dear friend?"

"Strangely. . . I had expected it to be a sociable endeavor," He smiles, strained, "but it could also feel quite lonely."

T H O M A

Doing laundry and taxes with Thoma was impossible in the first place. Not when you were destined to marry someone of the same status; a political engagement which tied you down since the day you turned of age.

For you, this was an unbearable tragedy. The denial of being with someone you love.

For Thoma, this was as simple as nature's course. Of course you would marry a noble! He's simply a commoner, a mere house worker with the favor of his boss. It wouldn't make sense for you to marry him.

And perhaps that's why it infuriated you; how dare he think so little of himself?

"I just don't understand why you're not mad about this! I'm about to be married and you— you won't say anything about that?" You once yelled, frustration built to its peak at his nonchalance.

"(Name)," Thoma says softly, concerned.

"No, don't you start!" You cut off swiftly, "You'll only talk about how you're a commoner and I'm a noble and I'm sick of that! I'm sick of all of it!"

"I just don't know what you want me to say–"

"Say you love me! Ask me to run away!" The words are desperate on your tongue. "Archons, Thoma, I wish you could be more selfish. I'd give it all up for you." You sob, collapsing onto the wooden floor as your legs give out. He immediately kneels in front of you, ready to embrace.

In quiet whispers, he cups your face, brushing tears away with his thumb, "You know I can't ask that of you."

You sniffle, "I know, I know." and "I just wanted you to try."

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