PAIRING: Alice/Astra/Zhao/Pulchra x Male Reader (Romantic) (Separate)
SUMMARY: Their boyfriend, though usually nice, can get quite cocky when using his electro-magnetism due to his high proficiency.
Alice was always fascinated by your unique composition; your ability to manipulate electro-magnetism made your capabilities near infinite, whereas others were finite. It actually gave you quite the ego boost, something that Alice believed would be your downfall if you didn’t stop to think strategically; of course she couldn’t complain with how often she needed her boyfriend to erase her memories of Yuzuha’s ghost stories so she could have a peaceful sleep.
Sometimes her need for perfect symmetry really gave her headaches. It left her feeling anxious to no end, like if she didn’t make everything perfect that it would somehow end in the worst possible scenario. The intrusive thoughts were horrific for her, so being near her lover was always calming; you could force her mind to not think about anything at all and it made her less worrisome about symmetry overall. Knowing she had you was a constant reminder that Alice didn’t have to be on alert all the time.
Naturally Alice’s quick witted rapier movement made combat a breeze. But sometimes her exhaustion would overwhelm her courageous effort to remain strong. That’s when you’d jump in and just cause a nuclear explosion through tearing an atom for the enemy to either wither away or run with a new lease on life. Alice just wished you’d rub that smug smirk off your face.
After a busy day of working on her album, one of Astra’s favorite events was being visited by you, her boyfriend. Sometimes during a starry night she’d watch as you reached up at the sky and induce a star into a supernova. The sky would get so bright it was blinding; as if it hadn’t been night time at all. Despite how dangerous your power was, watching you use it to show her such beautiful, once-in-a-lifetime shots, was incredible.
Because of how good you were at using your ability you had an attitude; even worse, a cheeky side. Not that Astra minded since it usually led to something fun happening! But sometimes you would use it against her. One time Astra almost burnt your kitchen down trying to make you breakfast, and though a sweet thought, the bill left it rather bitter. So you controlled her nerve signals so she’d never be late to practice for a week; Evelyn was very thankful.
Despite the occasional butting of heads, Astra was more grateful to have such a strong boyfriend. Evelyn wasn’t always able to be there, and whenever a overly zealous fan got too close to Astra, all it would take was a blink and boom—they’d feel their heart stop for a fraction of a second. Of course you never told Astra that was your doing, but she’s not incompetent. Eventually you’d have to just stick to making them walk away so she can escape.
Zhao loved having such a reliable boyfriend. You basically became her unofficial right-hand man whenever she had a job to do. Never again would Zhao waste time having to bypass security to collect valuable information; not when she had an incredibly accurate EMP to help her move without even appearing on the CCTV.
She actually often felt guilty in her mind looking back at when you first started dating. It’s not that Zhao didn’t love you, because she did with all her heart, but rather that she certainly felt not “using” you would be a waste. Your electro-magnetism control meant you could operate any electronic device easier than a proxy; how couldn’t she make use of that?! Though she does tone it down overtime, since she wants to appreciate you off duty as well.
What Zhao didn’t realize however was that you actually enjoyed using your powers in battle and during everyday life. Sometimes in your cocky mood you’d intercept radio comms to prank Dialyn. And other times you’d turn invisible to avoid work whenever TOPS came knocking. Zhao held no qualms about covering for you, but since it often meant extra work for her, she’d expect a nice reward to make up for it. And don’t try to hide from her; she’s one of TOPS best for a reason.
Being constantly on the move for another paycheck wasn’t easy. Especially when for Pulchra it often meant going against back breaking enemies. With the road being the heart and soul of the Outer Ring, having a boyfriend capable of manipulating electronic-magnetism was a major stress reliever; whenever a target would try to start their car and drive off, all it took was a look from you and boom—their engine died and the vehicle went to a halt.
Goodbye to car repairs! Pulchra loved having you fix up her bike; that old spark plug? Brand new in seconds. Compared to her interactions with others, Pulchra had no problem gassing up her boyfriend. So it was to no one’s surprise when you got an ego as big as hollow zero every time you helped her out. It got to the point where you’d show off in front of kids, walking through walls and making air solid; pretty soon you became a “must see” spectacle.
Sometimes Pulchra would get just a teeny tiny bit jealous of that attention; she’d never admit how much she just wanted your attention at times, so it required a bit of foresight to pick up on. Nothing prepared her for your jealousy though; another guy trying to even slightly wrap his hand around her would be enough for him to end up in an invisible cage for the next few hours. Pulchra would get mad at your methods if she didn’t find the action endearing; especially when you use it on Burnice trying to touch her tail.
How i think Zhao would be with a bear thiren lover reader🐻❤️
[Idk how to explain it right but your kinda like ben bigger. All intimidating and strong but your just a shy softie if that makes sense...]
ZHAO 🐇🐻
Ah yes the Diva bunny herself. The queen of equal exchange and business notices you quickly. Walking to work like she owned all of new eridu, expecting the new hire to be all obnoxious and loud but then seeing the 6'5, powerful bear terrified of the slighest social interaction was both a possible transaction and... sorta cute. You were interesting to her to say the least and she refused to let anyone other corporate swine get there hands on you.
First interactions were the best for her, she loved to tease you relentlessly while you two were on a mission. Tilting her head at you when you speak to a rule breaker, standing a little to close and watching as you began to stammer and go red as a stop sign, talking suggestive with you just to get a reaction. She also loved how you tried to stay professional despite it. "Yknow one night with you and these trouble makers won't step out of line again~."
The first time you really made her heart flutter was when you protected her from an etheral when she was stunned.
You threw your body infront of the exploding Shatterbug, zhao behind you watching as the etheral exploded into nothing but matter and smoke. Her heart doing a backflip as the smoke dissipate and you stood there with only a few scratches and bruises When you asked if she was alright instead of checking yourself her face went red as her ears went completely down in a flustered state"Yeah. Im fine.."
You manage to escape the hollow with the objective completed. Zhao staring intently at you being so normal about it as if you didnt just take an entire explosion until the both of you were sure it was safe. "Thanks for that back there. You might be a functional member for Krampus after all."
The way she expressed was to hide her true feelings toward you. She explained how you were a "beneficial" person to be around and that spending more time together would "Help with mission progression." It was all in her unique way to express her true feelings without coming on to desperate.
When you two FINALLY hit it off it was a Rollercoaster of learning and figuring one another out. The main thing Zhao noticed was your shyness towards physcial touch, whenever the two of you hold hands during a walk down Lumina and seeing the blush rising on your face though you didnt want to stop holding her for dear life.
Her pet names for you are "My bear/ baby/ cutie/ Honeycheeks
Zhao is alot more at ease with you around especially in private you see her slowly removing the mob boss persona and into her more sincere side something only you got to see. She also tends to be more clingy to you, finding the comfort of your soft fur and large blubber like a big pillow she gets to snuggle up against neck or up against your stomach, mumbling softly about her day as she relaxed herself. "Its nice your exclusive to me..."
Expect to constantly be spoiled by her. Yeah the both of you make a similar income but that dosent stop her from taking you to all the fancy shops, getting both of your nails done and painted and buying the bear thiren section of the shops just for you. Granted you'll try to object but she'll only shush you up and continue to buy out store after store.
One of her favorite moves is climbing atop your and sitting on your shoulder, legs kicking softly as your intimidating size and her confident and manipulative language is the perfect match to set people straight. "You break one our rules again and maybe I'll have the big guy here have you for dinner~."
"W-wait i-im not gonna eat him!"
"Shush! Let me do the talking babe..."
When you were getting hit on at a bar, already intoxicated and dizzy the random busty female came up to you trying to seduce her way to you. Zhao snapped and quickly stepped in, ready to whoop someone's ass even if she was a little tipsy. The second that girl laid a finger on you she attacked, not with her sword of course but with her tiny claws scratching at her face until she cried and ran away.
Later that evening she realized how giggly you get when your drunk and immediately set up a system for you.
Giggle Giggle Giggle "Your suuper pretty" you slur your words, staring at zhao with a smile, alcohol infecting your mind.
"Alright I'll make a note to myself to never leave you unsupervised while we're out... now cmon we're going home." You better not fall on me...
That's great! I don't mind waiting so take as long as you need! Can I please request Tianyou Zhao with a foreign fem s/o? I'm so happy to find someone who writes for him!!
i love this man. thank you for requesting and for being so patient! i hope that this is what you were hoping for 💕
Pairing: Zhao Tianyou x Fem!Foreign!Reader
Warnings: suggestive themes. mild language. zhao being a sarcastic little shit.
A/N: i kept the country of origin and native tongue ambiguous on purpose to be more inclusive. same with leaving out physical descriptions of the reader.
It seemed like a good idea a few hours ago.
For the past few weeks, you have kept yourself limited to your apartment, the route to work, your office space and back again. But now that you felt - at least somewhat - acclimated to the different time zone and change of locale, you decided to branch out a little. To explore Ijincho. The only problem?
You were lost.
When you accepted a position within your company to relocate to Japan, you were thrilled. Sure, it was halfway around the world and you wouldn't know anyone once your feet hit the ground - but it was Japan! You always wanted to at least visit Japan, but now you are living here! The salary increase certainly pleased your bank account with this new position as well. Two birds, one stone, as far as you were concerned.
You were not prepared for how easy it was to get lost here, however.
Maybe it was because your understanding of the written language wasn't as perfect as you wished it to be, or that once you were amongst crowds of people who spoke only Japanese did you really begin to realize that you were a stranger in a strange land. The longer that you were lost the more it felt like your grasp on the language was retracting. Arguably, you were fluent in Japanese, but anxiety has a funny way of making you second guess yourself. Especially when you knew that you were a foreigner speaking a second language.
You came to understand that the people of Japan were much more accommodating compared to what you might have been used to in your home country. They were quite understanding of your speech, despite how your accent still strained some of the pronunciations of the Japanese alphabet. So, when you first suspected that you were lost, you of course asked for directions. You recalled the gentleman who helped you fondly as he gave you directions to Hamakita Park, which from there you could navigate to your apartment. You thanked him profusely, and went on your way. It was about that time that you realized that maybe you didn't pay attention as much as you should have. And maybe that you should brush up on your knowledge of kanji and hiragana because my God did all of the signs look the same.
You dipped into an alleyway off of Isezaki Road. You pressed your back against the side of some building, trying to catch your breath. You rubbed at your temple, trying to visualize the conversation that you had with the man who gave you directions. No use.
With a sigh, you continued down the alley, finding it more pleasant than the main road, if for nothing else than it was quieter. Did he say to go towards the station or away from it…?
When you reached the end of the alleyway, you felt it. The tickling sensation up your spine when you enter a place that you shouldn't have. The atmosphere changed, and you looked around. The sounds from the main road seemed far away - so far away - and the air was thick with a type of miasma you couldn't recognize. There were concrete stairs across from you, and your gut told you that you needed to go. This was not the place for you to be, and even if it meant getting lost even further, you needed to get out of the alley by taking the closest exit.
But you were too late, it seemed. Three men walked down those concrete steps, lost in conversation. You bristled and turned to exit the alley, but two more men were walking towards you. Shit.
"Hey," one of the men from the stairs called out to you. His voice was rough and strained. He looked like trouble, and for a moment it reminded you of the type of men back home that lingered in the shadier parts of town. The kind that had bad reputations, and the kind that everybody knew to stay away from. Glad to know that it was seemingly a universal trait, even halfway around the world.
You ignored him and tried to walk past the two men blocking your exit. They were too quick for you, however, and smiled as they crowded you. You were blocked in. Shit, shit, shit!
"You lost?"
It was the man who had called out to you the first time that asked the question. Tentatively, you turned around, holding the strap of your purse a bit tighter.
"Yes," you answered. "Just trying to find my way home."
The man smiled and licked his lips slowly. "Yeah, you're lost alright. Look at you. Definitely not from around here. What kind of accent do ya have goin' on there, girly? Sounds exotic."
Snide chuckles. Your stomach dropped.
The man approached you slowly, amused at how you shrank away from him. "Do you need directions? Why don't you tell me where you live, and we can make sure you get home nice and safe, yeah? Or maybe you can keep us company for a while instead?"
You could cry, and you cursed yourself for not knowing some kind of martial art. Your heart was in your throat, and you never felt so small in your entire life.
"What's going on?"
A smooth voice pierced the air. The men around you snapped to attention, turning around immediately to face the source of the question.
A man emerged from the concrete stairs, and your breath hitched in your throat. You froze, eyes pleading and desperate. He was either your savior or another threat.
Leather covered him, a black and gold shirt standing out underneath his jacket. Round, dark glasses obscured his eyes. His black hair was slicked back and his gold earrings caught what little light illuminated the alleyway.
The other men around you bowed in his direction, and gave him a wide berth as he came closer.
"She's lost. We - "
The man in leather and gold cut him off. "And you fine gentlemen were going to be good Samaritans and help her find her way, weren't you? You weren't going to corner and trap this little mouse, right? I'm glad that I know such upstanding citizens."
His voice was thick with sarcasm. Each syllable was airy, lilted and coy. He seemed amused as he rubbed at his goateed chin. His nails were lacquered in black, each finger wearing a ring that seemed to wink at you as it caught the light. A smile curved his lips, and you felt heat rise to your cheeks as he eyed you closely.
The men said nothing, keeping their eyes focused on the ground. They seemed to be waiting for a strike they knew would come. There was a hierarchy at play here, and the man in gold was clearly higher up on the food chain than the rest of the men.
"Why don't I help you, miss? Walk with me."
He walked past you, tilting his head in the direction of the main road. You followed him quickly, heart racing and legs shaking from adrenaline.
You breathed a sigh of relief as the man guided you to Isezaki Road. The two of you stopped under a streetlight, and as you tried to calm your poor heart, he lit a cigarette.
"Sorry about that," he said. Smoke danced from his lips. "They didn't hurt you, right?"
You shook your head. "No. Thank you for stepping in like that."
He shrugged. "Never been one to let women get preyed on like that."
The ash of his cigarette glowed as he took another drag. You nodded carefully, and shifted your weight from one foot to the other. You preferred not to think about what would have happened if he hadn't shown up.
"Anyways," he said, "Where are you headed? I'll give you directions."
Believing it wise to not disclose your exact address, you told him that you needed to get to the park. Flicking his cigarette aside, he began to give you an explanation of how to get there. But he stopped short when he saw the look of exhaustion that veiled your face, and he smiled.
"How about I just walk you there?"
—
"You're not from around here."
What an astute observation. "No, I'm not," you said.
"You have an accent," he mused. "It's pretty cute."
You blushed and kept your gaze forward, ignoring the smile that adorned his face in your peripheral.
The entrance to the park was just up ahead, and you felt the tension in your shoulders ease as you felt like you were approaching familiar ground. Your companion in black seemed to notice, and outstretched his hand in a grand gesture towards the park.
"Well, here you are, miss," he said.
You thanked him - both for guiding you to the park and for helping you earlier in the alley.
He hummed. "Not a problem. But, uh…just some friendly advice. I wouldn't go back there again, if I were you. You probably shouldn't wander into dark alleys, you know? Safer that way."
There was a warning undertone to his words, masked by a coy and boyish charm. It was not lost on you. So, you nodded and agreed to stay out of any alleyways from now on. You wished him goodnight, but you paused mid-turn. Fiddling with the strap of your purse, you looked at him curiously.
"What's your name?" you asked
His smile grew a little wider, canines catching the light from the street. He seemed to consider his answer carefully, looking to the side and then back at you. With a slow, deliberate lick of his lips, he answered you:
"Zhao."
—
Survive Bar.
That's where you saw Zhao again.
Some coworkers elected to go out one Friday night and were able to hustle you into going with them. It was an amazing feat on their part since you had become notorious for always spending weekends cooped up inside. It wasn't that you were against the idea, you were just…introverted, maybe? Who knows.
So it came as a surprise when you followed your coworkers into the unassuming jazz and karaoke bar to see Zhao bellowing out a duet with a rather tall and wild looking man in a red suit. They had pleasant voices, if only a little slurred from whatever they had been drinking that night. There were a few other people already there, as well. A couple of pretty women, an older man who screamed "retired cop", a guy with unruly hair and glasses, and a rather exceedingly handsome man with silvery-white hair. They were drinking and cheering the duet on with great enthusiasm.
Your coworkers ordered drinks for everyone while you found a place to sit, having chosen one of the small booths by the windows. You sipped leisurely at your drink when it came, amused - and perhaps a little envious - at how your colleagues could introduce themselves to the other patrons and carry on in conversation with them so easily. You were always more of the observant type, though. Let them do the talking.
"Well, if it isn't the lost little mouse."
Zhao approached you, glass in hand. He slid into the seat across from you. The ice cubes in his drink clinked together in a sweet chime, and you could smell that it was whiskey.
"I would prefer it if you didn't call me "mouse"," you said firmly.
He held up his hands in surrender. "Sorry, I wasn't trying to offend you. What should I call you then? You never gave me your name."
You eyed him over the rim of your glass as you sipped the last of your drink. You offered him your name politely.
He smiled. "[Name]," he repeated slowly. The lilt and purr of his voice made your name sound luxurious. Like fine silk and gold. Damned if your heart didn't soar at the sound of it.
"I see that you're here with friends," Zhao mused.
You shook your head. "Colleagues, mostly. I don't…really have any friends here." Here meaning Ijincho. All of Japan, really.
He nodded, fingers pressing over the hair of his goatee. "Have you been here long?"
"Not really," you said. "I mean, it's been a few months, but it hasn't been long considering how many years I lived back home, you know?"
"Where are you from?"
You told him about your home country, adding in details about how you always wanted to visit Japan and jumped at the chance to take this job opportunity. As you spoke, you worried that maybe you were boring him. But Zhao hung on every word you said, eyes glittering behind the darkness of his glasses. He was bemused, and enjoyed listening to you speak. Your accent was still there, and he found it endearing.
You stopped short at some point, becoming bashful at how much you dominated the conversation. "Sorry, I didn't mean to ramble on like that."
Zhao smiled, leaning back against the booth. "It's not rambling. I enjoy listening to you "
You flushed and fiddled with your empty glass. A shy smile pulled at your lips, despite your attempt to bite it back. You weren't sure what to say, frankly, so you opted to compliment him on his singing. "You sounded great, by the way."
"Yeah, you like that? I like to think that I can carry a tune pretty well. How about you? Wanna sing with me?"
"Oh, God no," you denied. "I couldn't! I'd get stage fright."
He laughed, airy and soft. You could melt.
"Fine, fine. But if you won't sing with me, you at least gotta cheer me on."
He threw back the rest of his drink, and stood up. Holding out his hand to you, he encouraged you to follow him to the small stage. You accepted, pleasantly surprised at how soft and warm his hand was.
Zhao cycled through some songs until he chose a suitable one, and you stood a little off to the side to watch him perform. As the song started to play its beginning chords, Zhao winked at you.
"This song goes out to [Name]," he announced cheekily. "She says I have a great voice, so for those of you who have ever said that I don't, you can bite me. Adachi-san, I'm looking at you."
You couldn't help but laugh as the man who looked like a cop - Adachi-san - gave Zhao the finger and waved him off.
It was another great performance, of course.
—
It was late by the time you decided to leave Survive. Your colleagues had left long before you did, but you had elected to stay behind and visit a bit longer. Courtesy of Zhao, of course. He delighted you, and you were pleased that you had his attention all evening. Some of his friends, whom you were pleasantly introduced to, had gone upstairs to crash, while one or two others decided to head to their own homes to sleep.
Zhao, however, offered to take you home.
"I'm guessing that you live around Hamakita Park?" He asked as the two of you stepped out of the bar. The night was cool and damp, a sign that it would rain sometime soon.
"Yeah," you confirmed. "I can just take a cab."
Zhao nodded, placing a cigarette between his lips. The gold plating on his lighter shimmered as he lit the end of it. "As long as you get home safely that's all that matters."
There was a cab not too far ahead of you, and you chewed on your lip nervously. You turned to look at him, melting at the sight of his long jeweled fingers rising to take the cigarette from his lips. He really did have amazing hands.
"Do you…," your voice drifted off. Zhao raised his brows inquisitively, although you suspected that he knew what you were trying to find the courage to ask. "Do you want to ride home with me?"
Your nerves were frayed. Maybe it was the liquor, but your body hummed at the sight of him. He truly was handsome, and while you weren't usually the type for hook-ups…you couldn't help it. You really couldn't. And unless you were imagining things, Zhao was just as interested in you as you were in him.
"Are you trying to get in my pants, [Name]? I hope that you don't think I'm that easy," he teased. Oh, that smile of his would be the death of you. Boyish and coy, like he could charm anything and everyone with just the curve of his lips.
It amused him deeply to see you blush and tell him that if he didn't want to, he could just say no.
"Mm, I don't remember saying anything like that," he breathed. "Lead the way, baby girl."
—
It went on like that for a while. After that first night, the two of you exchanged numbers, and you went out as often as your schedules allowed. The exact amount of time that passed didn't mean much to either of you, especially when you came to understand that Zhao moved at his own pace for everything.
He had told you about his life with the Liumang, and everything that he was involved with once he had met Ichiban and the others. He showed you his scars and hid nothing from you. This was who he was, past and present. Of course it wasn't a good life - but it was his life, and he wasn't going to start feeling ashamed for it now. Not with you.
So maybe that's why it surprised you to see him almost shy when he asked you to be together exclusively. You couldn't resist teasing him for it.
"Hey, I just know that it's a big step from what we had before," he countered. His fingertips twisted one the rings on his hand. Around and around it went. "I don't have the kind of life that seems honorable to others. A lot of what I do is illegal. If you don't want me - "
"Don't be ridiculous," you said. It came out in your mother tongue. "Of course I want to be yours. How can I resist you?"
He smiled and the mischievous spark in his eyes returned. "I am pretty great, aren't I?"
"Extremely humble, too."
His hands found your waist, pulling you into his lap in one fluid movement. It was second nature to kiss him like this, lips moving together in a sensual and languid dance. He knew nothing of chaste kisses. It was all passion, or nothing.
You moaned, and he drank down each perfect vibration. Zhao traced the curve of your spine, drawing constellations on the galaxy that was your skin.
He needed more, and his lips traced the line of your jaw and down the curve of your neck. He tongued your pulse, suckling on the tender flesh. Your fingers laced through his hair, nails dragging on his scalp. Shivers coursed through him, and he groaned into you, pressing you closer to him.
"You wouldn't mind having a foreign girlfriend?" You asked, your tone playful and light. "You'd get some looks hanging around me, you know. I'm not very familiar with some of the cultural traditions you may have, either "
"Do I look like a traditional kind of guy to you, babe?"
Zhao leaned back, one of his hands reaching up to hold your neck. His thumb traced over your kiss-swollen lips, and he smiled at the way they parted for him on instinct. "Nah, I don't care about something like that. You're sexy and beautiful. Whip-smart. And your accent is just too cute to resist."
"Again with the accent! I can't help it. Don't make me bite you."
His laugh could tame tigers and soothe lions. You melted deeper into him, caught up in his redolence. "I don't know what you said, baby, but you sound so fucking hot when you talk like that."
You kissed him again, your tongue forcing its way past his lips. A laugh and groan, all in one from him, rumbled against your mouth and he pressed you closer still. Heat was rising in you, a deep need for Zhao to touch you even more. Your hips rolled against him, the only resistance being each other's clothes.
"Mm, does my baby want something?"
His teasing would be the death of you.
"I want you," you moaned. "Zhao…"
His strength surprised you as he held your thighs firmly and lifted himself up from your couch. He knew your apartment like the back of his hand, easily being able to navigate the two of you to your bedroom as you kissed him senselessly, legs wrapped around his waist.
A delighted squeal left your lips and he tossed you onto your bed, and he admired the way you looked sprawled out beneath him. Carefully, slowly, he stripped himself of his shirt and tossed it aside. Zhao had full confidence in his appearance, but it was always nice to see how you shamelessly eye-fucked him every time he undressed.
His lips left a trail of kisses from your thighs, to your stomach, the valley of your breasts…until finally he rested himself upon you and took your lip between his teeth in a gentle bite.
"I'm gonna take care of you tonight, baby girl," he purred. "Feel free to talk dirty to me in that sexy language of yours, though, yeah? It gets me all hot and bothered."
Spending quality time with Zhao involves trawling the JAV section of an adult store in Ijincho, giggling like idiots over titles like "A Horny Big Tits Wife In A Perverted Four Way Orgasm Addicted To Outdoor Semen Sucking Cum Bucket Sex Risa Kamiki (Age 33)" and "A Horny Slut 100 Bitches Forced Into An Ejaculatory Dick Hunt"
I saw someone mention yandere Commander Zhao and it just got me thinking...
🔥 He stumbles upon you accidentally, something neither of you expected.
You would have to be exceptional for him to notice you and have interest. Perhaps a great beauty or a powerful bender, a mighty warrior or renowned strategist. This is no love story, not for him. He doesn't notice just anyone. But if he notices you and decides that you are worthy of him, well, that's that. You are his.
There's no fighting it.
Of course, he might like a little fight. Zhao either wants a docile darling or a wild one, but either way, you are his to have and to hold and to break.
🔥 Zhao will leave no marks upon you, preferring to keep your body unmarked and pretty.
His preferred methods of torment is mental/emotional. Zhao WILL break you in ways you couldn't have imagined. Oh, you don't want to kiss him? He's so sad...maybe burning down that pathetic village could cheer him up! Did darling break a rule? Perhaps throwing a couple of prisoners overboard is a suitable punishment...unless you are willing to make it up to him...
You get the picture.
He's more then willing to torture you with the kinds of methods that don't leave marks. All it takes is a cold whisper and soon...you'll be at his feet, begging.
Just like it ought to be.
🔥 He enforces terrible rules, expecting you to study them and live by them.
And you will. With no other choice, you will be made to live by Zhao's rules. Dress the way he wants, act the way he wants, talk and kiss and behave the way he wants you to. Since he has declared you worthy enough to be his bride, you are expected to please him in every way possible.
So study those rules, darling.
The commander will not tolerate mistakes, not even from you. A few tortuous punishments will surely teach you a valuable lesson about that...
🔥 You are to be devoted to him and him alone.
When he calls for you, he expects you to come. When he makes a demand of you, he expects you to follow it perfectly, no matter what.
Dance for him. When Zhao wants you to entertain him and his friends, you had better do just that.
Kiss him. He will greedily demand affection from you and he wants you to give it, sweetly and happily.
Sit with him. A lot of your time will be spent by Zhao's side, silent and well behaved. Just as he expects you to be.
Touch him. When he wants those little hands on his body, he had better feel them. Sometimes it's just a massage but other times...it's a different kind of service.
🔥 He terrifies you.
You are absolutely horrified of the commander, something he both knows and loves. The flicker of fear in your eyes when you look at him, the way you flinch when he comes too close...
It's perfect.
If you are frightened of him, Zhao has certainly earned it. But he loves the way you tremble, the tremor in your voice and the tears in your eyes as you kiss him and beg for him.
🔥🔥🔥 BONUS 🔥🔥🔥
You are most likely from the Fire Nation, or at least have some connection to it. Perhaps the daughter of a nobleman from back home or maybe you are from the colonies (how proud your family was when the great commander Zhao paid such special attention to you...). But something else I imagine is you being the daughter of an Earth Kingdom citizen and a Fire Nation soldier, belonging to nothing and no one...until you met him.
Very few people even know that you exist at all. Only when Zhao shows you off do they realize that he's actually married at all. It's...surprising to say the least. And everyone is quite sure that something dark lurks beneath the surface. But of course, no one will whisper a word of it.
He expects children. The commander wants a little Fire Nation army! Sons and daughters, a house full of them. Once you start having children, he will build you a home in the Fire Nation and leave you there, locked up unless he wants you. You will want for nothing. Servants at your beck and call, teachers and trainers for your children, anything you want is yours.
As long as you earn it, you'll have it...except for freedom.
Perhaps you will come to love him...perhaps not. But Zhao doesn't care much for love anyway. Only for loyalty and devotion. And once he gets that out of you, well, that's just fine. Of course, if you do love him...well, isn't that just sweet?
Zhao is a harsh lover with some...interesting fantasies. Sex is all about him, his wants and his needs, never you. Oh, he'll get you off or course! Between the bruising and cruel whispers, as his hips pound into yours, he'll make you moan for him.
Him and only him!
As for fantasies...Zhao likes it hot, humiliating (for you, that is), and all the time. You are his wife, his toy, his little plaything, and he gets to do whatever he wants with you.
Ahem.
This is just a little taste of what Zhao might be like as a yandere of course. Sort of a sadistic/possessive mix.
