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“It took three betrayals for me to finally understand:

the world is just an elaborate tapestry of lies”

blah blah blah having mommy issues isn’t that special now shut up and cum down my troat.

Bust three nuts on my face and you’ll feel better 😤

Scaramouche? He can mouche me for sureee👩🏾‍🦯

･✻･ What sharing a bed with them is like ･✻･

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I've decided to break my silence and finally share my opinions on Zhongli and Childe as your partners because I love them a healthy amount. It's pretty vanilla and romantic, but still NSFW, so be mindful.

These are simply my headcanons and thoughts based on my view on the characters. Hope you enjoy!

P.S. please, note that English is not my native language, so perhaps some phrases may sound unusual. If there are any grammatical/syntactic/spelling mistakes, you may let me know, I'd really appreciate that!

CW: AFAB reader, soft dom!Zhongli (praising and pet names), switch!Tartaglia (inexperienced partner)

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Now, we all know that ultimately Zhongli and Childe are two very different men.

One will become your personal island of peace and serenity, his calming presence grounding you, his strong arms never letting you fall and his gentle gaze being your guiding light in the darkness.

Whilst the other is a fierce wildfire only you can tame. And instead of biting, burning your flesh and spitting sparkles in your eyes, it warms your hands, it pumps your blood and crackles comfortably within your chest.

But no matter how different these men are, there is one thing that unites them and makes them oh so similar in their love – they have a soft spot for you.

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Zhongli is your wall of stone raised to guard and protect you, but never to keep you in, should you decide to leave. You won't, though. This feeling of being watched so carefully and tenderly is your comfort and you know that this wall of his is warm, stones caressed by the sun. Why would you even want to escape?

Zhongli is soft with you, his every touch a measured tenderness on the border with animalistic fervor and lust. Even in bed he will guide you, will lead you – will hide you among the sheets of silk, behind closed doors and heavy curtains. He's not possesive by nature, this wise gentle dragon, and he doesn't fall into the pit of jealousy quite as easily as humans do. Yet he is a genteel man, a quiet lover that would fight for your honour and shield your dignity. You are his and nobody else's for as long as he is yours.

Zhongli is a dominant one, his every word a soft spoken command you wouldn't dare to disobey, you wouldn't even think to do so, you wouldn't want it in the first place. The way he treasures you, the way he talks to you, the way he touches you, looks at you, smiles at you, even the very way he breathes when you gaze at him from under your trembling lashes – everything is to ensure that you feel safe and sound in his arms, that you are ready for him, need him, want him, that you are ready to serve him. So don't let him down now.

Zhongli is always oh so generous. His voice is a river of sweet, sweet honey, praises dripping from his lips like ambrosia, and you drink it up, lap at it, lick it away from his mouth, feeling it in your belly warming your insides, the very core of your being.

"Good girl", when you drop to your knees, your breath leaving your lungs at the sight of the God you're ready to worship.

"You're doing so well, my darling", when you take him to the base, his cock a heavy pulsing heat burning you from the inside, every thrust sending starts dancing in the darkness before your eyes, every low growl making you wetter and wetter. Just for him, only for him, now and forever.

"Ah, my love, my pearl, my precious little priest, I'm so proud of you", when you whisper his name to the skies above in hopes it will reach the Gods of Celestia herself and make them turn their heads away in shame. Only Zhongli will make you feel this good, only he can make you feel this good, Morax, The Lord of Stone, the God of your heart, the Dragon of your soul.

Zhongli is here to take care of you, always.

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Childe, oh sweet Childe. He never ceases to amaze you. You know his heart is loyal to the Tsaritsa, not you, just like his hands are loyal to his blades and not lovers, yet when it comes to you he's the softest he can be. This form of tenderness only a wild fierce beast can muster. He's very careful at first, almost timidly so, his touch a lingering warmth on your skin, his deep dark eyes watching every movement, every change on your face, catching the very breath leaving your chest in steady calm streams, his fingers caressing you down there so lightly it almost feels like a wind's touch, his lips pink and boyishly plump, unused to kisses and bites. You smile and reach out your welcoming arms towards him.

Childe is inexperienced and this fear that he may hurt you sticks to his face, hiding in the crease between his eyebrows, in the trembling corners of his lips, in the warm air that slips between you two in places where Childe is too afraid to touch you. He wants to please you, wants to make love to you so intensely, so passionately, wants to mark you as his even if you will never truly belong to him, wants to hide your heart in his big rough hands and steal your breath away. But he cannot do that, not yet.

Childe respects you. No matter how many times you fall in bed together, how long you look each other in the eyes and how often you share the secret words of love, you will always remain a person he values as a friend as much as a lover. You're his comrade, almost his family, and he will never disrespect you. Neither with his hands, nor with his words. As young and unskilled in love and sex as Childe is, he is ready to learn and accept your wants, your desires, your needs, he's ready to obey your rules and be a good boy for you, ready to serve and worship you – but he will never be ready to use a dirty word to address you, will never be ready to land a hand on you. You are way too precious for him, a stolen sun shining for a murderer with blood on his hands.

Sometimes Childe doesn't know what he wants, but with your careful guidance and gentle coaxing, he'll understand eventually. He wants to trust you, wants to put himself into your loving hands, and let you know better. Strip him of his control, tie him up and chain him down, love him in the way he deserves – in the way nobody loved him before, make him forget about names other than your own, about colors other than the color of your eyes, about sounds other than the sound of his own broken voice. Take care of him so thoroughly it leaves him falling into pieces. Take him apart and then put him back together again.

Childe is here to be better for you, always.

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Alright, but when I tell you I want Zhongli to loose control during intercourse, I mean it more than just 'horns, scales, and a tail showing'.

No. I want a full dragon.

I want sharp talons to dig into the tender meat, one careless scratch away from drawing blood; I want saber-like fangs, smooth, mother-of-pearl white, and shining with saliva, to reflect moonlight when he growls and scowls; I want his great seprent body to be so strong – strong enough to crash bones and strangle an unfortunate soul in its embrace, – yet warm and careful, the dark scales glistening like opals.

His eyes? Two lakes of molten gold, two pieces of amber and you're naught but a moth that got stuck in there, a little mouse caught in the eyesight of a hawk.

That's what I want and that's what I expect when I see a 'dragon!Zhongli' warning, thank you very much.

I believe in service top Childe supremacy. Subby top Childe who will hold still for you and listen to every one of your commands. He's all yours for the taking, all yours to use and mold into whatever you see fit.

You have a cock? Train him and he will spend hours warming it in his mouth for you, squeezing it with his wet tight throat, so dutiful he won't let you go even after he starts dozing off under the table.

You have a pussy? Then lay him on the bed after a stressful day and he'll be absolutely, utterly overjoyed to let you get comfortable on his face and forget all the worries plaguing your mind.

He's inexperienced, but he's also a quick learner and his tongue and throat will become skillful just for you in no time.

Ride him, choke him, make him beg for you to touch his cock, make him cry and whimper with every orgasm stretched further and further, make him forget all of his titles. Bestow a new one upon him, the one he will wear just as pridefully – the title of your own personal slut.