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lonophobic · 1 year

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“at least i finally got you back.”

tartaglia x male reader

pt. 2 of “should’ve just begged for me in the first place, huh?”

tw: smut, bottom!male reader, huuuggeeeee size difference, foul legacy!childe, dubcon? idk reader doesn’t stop him 🤷, fingering, humiliation, dumbification (kinda), crying, overstimulation, toys, reader almost passes out, childe big peepee hehe 🤭, im super fucking indecisive about what to call him at the beginning so all childe, tartaglia, and ajax are used, i think thats it maybe this is a long one

genre: smut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

summary: tartaglia gets revenge, maybe a bit overboard though.

a/n: i hate myself

part 1

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you had no idea how exactly this happened. actually, you did, but it made you feel a certain feeling.. fear? excitement? you weren’t sure, but you knew one thing for sure: there was no way you would be walking the next day.

ajax had asked you on a day together, as he had gotten the day off, granted by the great tsaritsa herself. just to note: it was just about a week after you fucked the living daylights out of tartaglia. the day started off nicely, actually. the two of you had a relaxing walk around liyue harbor, getting some snacks on the way. then, as the sun began to set, he had asked you to a duel, a friendly, innocent little match. and being relaxed and a bit tired from the day, you obliged.

maybe it was his talk during the match that caught you off guard, or maybe you were just tired, but he managed to hit you from the back, which gave him the opportunity to pin you down to the floor. you chuckled, you didn’t even get to use your elemental powers that much when he went into his foul legacy form. the man, who was about twice the size you were, looming over you made you remember what he said that week before-“i’ll be sure to get you back sometime.”you stiffen as you remember his promise, laughing nervously as he stared at you intently.

“tartaglia- you’re not thinking of doing it right now, are you? i-uh- we’re both pretty tired from the day..”

tartaglia hummed a response, his voice distorted from his foul legacy form. he stared at you for another split second, when he grabbed both of your hands and put them above your head, then proceeded to tear off your clothes like paper, leaving you in your underwear. you flinched at the cold air against your skin, as the sun was about to set and the colder winds started to set in.

”don’t worry dear, you’ll warm up in no time.”

you looked up to see tartaglia’s mask gone, so you could see his face. his hair was still slicked back, so you could see how dark his eyes were; clouded in lust and danger. you stiffened- maybe you shouldn’t have gone too hard last week. you were lost in your thoughts for a few seconds, but you suddenly came back when you felt your underwear being pulled off, and looked down to see his cock, and- ah. there’s no way that would fit. it was almost as long as your arm, and archons knew how thick it was. tartaglia noticed your hesitance, and laughed softly.

”hey, i’ll help you prep yourself so it won’t hurt as much, alright?”

you nodded, biting your lip as you tried not to think of how it would even fit inside.~at first, he had you finger yourself while he watched. it was humiliating, sure, but it definitely helped to loosen you up a bit. soon after, he used his own fingers which were noticeably larger than yours. you squirming against his fingers, which were knuckle deep inside. they would prod around, trying to find something. he thrust his fingers a few more times, which drew several more moans out of you, when he suddenly curled his fingers inside of you. just before you could cum, he dove down to deepthroat your cock, his warm throat around you throwing you off the edge, staining his throat white. you felt him gag a bit, before he pulled back and swallowed.

he smiled, and pulled his fingers out of you. he placed you so that you were facing towards him, and you would be sitting on his lap if his cock wasn’t right below you. when he started to align his cock with your entrance, you stiffened. you weren’t too fond of having your body ripped apart by cock, and tartaglia could tell. he rubbed your shoulder reassuringly, and sent you a gentle smile. you tried your best to relax as you felt his large tip slowly breach your entrance. you let out a whimper, already feeling the painful stretch. he slowly got the whole tip inside, groaning at the tightness. you were already struggling to catch your breath, already feeling full from just the tip. how the fuck were you going to handle the rest?? he let you stay for a few moments, then slowly lowered your hips down so that you were just about halfway down. you could just about feel him in your stomach- you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes. he was too deep, and yet you were only about halfway down. he slowly pulled you back up, then dropped you back down to about halfway.

“HAHH-AugHhh..”

you moaned out- it felt too good, and yet it hurt so bad. you threw your head back, eyes rolling back to your skull. tartaglia seemed to have noticed the bulge on your stomach, which he took advantage of, and softly ran his fingers over it before pressing down on it harshly. you choked on a moan, and felt yourself cum for the second time this night. you spasmed around his cock, screaming into the night sky when he suddenly pulled you all the way down. you could’ve sworn that if he came, his cum would come out of your throat from how deep he was. however, you were just focusing on attempting to heal whatever he could have damaged while he feverishly thrusted in and of you as you felt like a cocksleeve; being used for his cock and his cock only. you felt yourself close already, and feeling him press up against your prostate sent you to cum again, strings of white spurting out of your cock. you heard tartaglia’s distorted moans and grunts, occasionally commenting about you-

“you’re so tight, i might’ve not prepped you correctly.”

“you feel my cock all the way inside, yeah? ‘promise to make you feel good.”

“how does foul legacy taste, huh?”

your arms were wrapped around his neck, digging your nails into his back. you could barely hear them at all; all you could think about was the cock you were bouncing on- how it slid in and out so easily, and yet still felt so big inside. the bulge that stretched your skin that showed you were barely able to keep it so deep inside.

“i’ll make you so addicted that you wouldn’t even want me to stop, ever.”

you could hardly process what he said, but you were already so drunk on his cock that you could barely feel yourself cumming over and over again. you faintly heard your own voice, and yet you could hear tartaglia’s grunts and groans as he thrusted as fast as he could, obviously close to his high. your vision was hazy, and you swore you saw stars when he pulled you down harshly and thrust up at the same time, groaning rather loudly as you felt something hot fill you up inside. it was liquidy, and you felt some of it start to leak out of your entrance and down your thighs. you twitched as you felt him pull out, his fingers scooping up the cum that dribbled down from your hole and pushing them back inside. you slumped against his chest, trying your very best to learn how to breathe again. you were drowsy, and about to fall asleep, when you heard tartaglia’s voice.

“aw, come on. you’re a half-god, right? if a mere human could take this, i’m sure you could as well, no?”

you flinched at his words, not knowing how to respond, not that you really could. whatever you tried to say came out as incoherent babbles, which seemed to amuse tartaglia. he reached back to pull something out of his clothes pocket- something oval-shaped, and a remote for something. then it clicked. it was a vibrator. you tried to push back against the harbinger, already twitching and sensitive beyond belief- you couldn’t possibly take more. unfortunately, tartaglia pulled you back to his chest, smirking against your hair. he took the oval-shaped vibrator and shoved it as deep as he could with his fingers. it wasn’t on yet, so it felt a bit strange to have one thing up inside, when it suddenly clicked on and you felt tartaglia’s dick entering you at the same time, slowly pushing the vibrator deeper and deeper. the vibrator pushed against your prostate as he started to fuck you again, your tears flowing down your cheeks as your eyes rolled back and your mouth hung open. your head was thrown back in pleasure, your hands gripping onto tartaglia’s shoulders as best as you could. with all of your strength depleted, you fell back onto his chest, your arms hanging from his shoulders and your head was resting on his chest. you were twitching all over, cumming once again as you let out quiet, hoarse cries every thrust. you were about to black out- it was way too much stimulation, even for a half-god such as you. to give you some credit, a regular human would have passed out several hours ago. you finally heard tartaglia let out a series of groans, curses, and moans, before he released inside of you once again. he pulled out, taking out the vibrator along with it, as you were on the brink of passing out. you felt a hand on your cheek, and you groggily turned to see tartaglia back in his human form, smiling at you. you groaned, preferring to nuzzle your head back into the crook of his neck again. he laughed, pressing a kiss onto your temple.

“sorry if i was a bit rough. i know it was your first time with.. the foul legacy stuff.”

“what, it wasn’t your first?”

“what?? no, of course it was! it just… felt too good, i couldn’t really hold back. but, hey.” he grabbed both side of your face with his calloused hands, making you face him.

“at least i finally got you back.”

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words: 1684 words of smut

also tumblr on mobile is a bitch i have no idea how to fix those huge gaps in between the paragraphs so sorry if it bothers you 😕 (nvm it fixed itself lmao)

also now i can stare at the wall and slowly disintegrate i’ve done my job here

#tartaglia x male reader #childe x male reader #ajax x male reader #tartaglia #male reader #bottom male reader #smut #holy jesus my brainrot is so bad #i kind of hate this #but its too long to get rid of lmfao

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wes-laye · 2 years

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Dragon Hunter Childe who gets commissioned to hunt the Dragon God of the neighbouring country but the Dragon God ends up not being what he expected

#genshin #genshin impact #原神 #Zhongli #钟离 #Childe #Ajax #tartaglia #exuvia #zhongchi #ChiLi #Tartali #doodle #dragon #dragon hunter #genshin fanart #wesart #weswip #lol top and bottom pics are reality vs expectation

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l1tw1ck · 2 years

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Bad Boy Ajax

FTM!Ajax x Top!Male Reader

Series: Higher Education | Kinktober

Contains: Non-Con, Teasing, Virginity Kink, Desk Sex, Degrading, Spanking, Non-Con Creampie

Words: 817 | Reader Discretion is Advised

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Ajax was your typical bad student. He shows up to class late, disrupts learning, picks fights, and just in general acts like an entitled asshole.

He even has the nerve to flirt with you. You were often the one watching him during detention, subjecting you to experience the brunt of his flirtatious antics.

"It's just you and me, teach." Ajax grins.

"As usual." You reply dryly.

"I noticed there aren't any cameras in here. No windows either. It's like a prison without surveillance."

"That's why I'm here. To be the warden."

"Can the warden grant me a get out of jail free card? In exchange for my body?" Ajax jokes.

You've had enough of his stupidity. "Come on up then."

Ajax looks at you in shock. "What?"

"Did you not hear me? Come." You snap your fingers.

He nervously walks up to your desk, standing in front of it with clear confusion painted on his face.

"Stay there." You order, walking behind him. You bend him over on the desk and move his hands behind his back, preventing him from getting up.

"Wait- I was joking!"

"So once someone reciprocates your flirting, you tuck your tail in between your legs and pretend it was a joke?"

"I'm sorry! Okay? I won't do it again just- just please don't touch me." Ajax squirms in your hold.

"You're tempting me."

"I'm a virgin, please!"

"You're making me even hornier." You smirk. "I eat virgins alive." You rub your bulge against his ass.

Ajax shivers. "Please, sir, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"I think a proper punishment is overdue." You pull his pants down, revealing his ocean themed boxers. "How cute."

"No! I'll stop being bad! I promise!"

"Your personality did quite the 180." You laugh. "I'm not going to stop, Ajax, you deserve this." You spank him.

Ajax gasps, giving up. "I'm sorry.."

"'I'm sorry' seems to come out of your mouth easily when you're in trouble." You grope his ass, admiring the softness. "I don't think I've ever heard you apologize, at least not genuinely."

Ajax sniffs, shivering and shaking in fear.

"Gods...I'm so tempted to fuck that little hole of yours." You move his legs apart, not missing the dark wet spot in his underwear. "Ah? Don't tell me you're turned on by this."

He whimpers, not responding.

Chuckling, you pull his underwear down and look at his dripping cunt, basically begging to be filled. "Mm, you must love the idea of getting your virginity taken by your teacher." You spank his sex, making Ajax mewl. You pull your pants off and let your hard cock free, you press it against his entrance before pushing your length in with no remorse.

Ajax screams, his eyes widening as you stretch his cunt and push in until your tip kisses his cervix, eliciting another scream but this time of both shock and pleasure.

"Shut up you dumb whore," You spank his ass. "Or do you want the janitor to see what a slut you are?"

He bites his lip, looking down and trying not to be loud.

"Me and him are friends, he might actually want to join in." You smirk, fucking into him slowly. "What do you think? Getting fucked in the throat while I destroy your tight little cunt?"

"No~! Please~! I'll be quiet!"

"Aw, you only want me fucking you? How cute." You pick up the pace, fucking him mercilessly and cruelly. "I took you for more of a whore, the type to participate in gangbangs."

"Nno~! Not a wh- whore~!"

"Yes you are, you're a whore and a cockslut." You spank him, his ass getting red. "Say it."

"Aah~!" He moans, squeezing your cock tightly. "M' a who- whore~ 'n a co- cockslut~! Fo- for y- you~ sir~!"

"Fuck. That's right, only for me." You growl, now planning on keeping Ajax as your little toy for the rest of the year.

"Gh- gonna come~!" He warns before reaching his peak, pussy fluttering around your length.

"You're gonna be a good boy from now on, right, Ajax?" You fuck him through his orgasm.

"Ye- yes! Gon- gonna be good~! Wh- whatev- uh~ you want~!" He nods rapidly.

"That's what I like to hear. All good boys deserve a reward, want my cum, baby?" You fuck him harder.

Ajax gasps. "Wa- wait~! Nn- no~! Don- don't wah~ wanna ge- get preg- pregnant~!" He kicks his legs around.

"You should take everything I give you, Ajax," You slam into his cervix, keeping still and coming inside him, your seed breaching the entrance of his womb. "Even if you don't want it."

His eyes roll to the back of his head, legs twitching as he processes what's just occurred.

"Don't expect any support if you get pregnant." You pull out slowly, your cum dribbling out from his pulsing cunt and onto the floor. "Maybe take the after pill."

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onirique-amaranth · 2 years

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⎮Why run away from the unknown?⎮

⏤ Characters: Tartaglia⎮reader

⏤ Including: nsfw (-17)

⏤ Warnings: sub/bottom Tartaglia, dom/top male reader, alcohol, size kink, overstimulation, urophilia, choking, dacryphilia

⏤ 3.700 words

How crazy would it be to wake up in an unknown world, wholly and utterly lost? With nothing that looked interesting near you and the most important thing, you were alone. You could not hear any voices, nobody shouting after someone else, none of those grandmas complaining about their sons and daughters, not even that damn annoying neighbour who would never understand what 'privacy' is. Just… Nothing.

You were just completely alone. The sound of the wind passing through leaves, surely the chirps of the birds were the only things reaching your ears, but nothing else. The silence was soothing you, making all the tension disappear as you sat down on the ground, looking up at the sky. Everything seemed so calm and quiet, for the first time in your life, you felt at peace.

Perhaps you would have fallen asleep, if it was not for someone shouting from afar, unfortunately breaking the calm bubble of solitude you were in. The voice sounding familiar, while the scenery was not, which was suspicious. As you sat up, your eyes widened, the person in front of you was more than familiar, a character from a game you play, mainly wearing red clothes and a headband, with some goggles. The Outrider, Amber from Genshin Impact. And if she was here, it means that you weren't far from Mondstadt.

You ponder for a while, unsure if it was a good idea to show up at Mondstadt, especially if you did not know what part of the story you were currently in. And while nodding your head to yourself, you stand up, dusting off your pants before walking in a random direction, opposed to the city, hoping you will be able to meet a camp and collect a weapon and some food. You knew you would not survive if you had nothing to defend yourself or any resources.

It took you more or less a week to get completely ready to move from this zone since you wanted to be prepared in case you encounter stronger enemies. You were lucky enough to walk by some merchants and bought a map, so you could understand where you were. The said merchants were sympathetic enough to tell you your current location, and give you something to drink for free.

Confidently, you head for Liyue, days passed before you managed to see the top of some Liyue Harbor's buildings. The city was truly magnificent, you were glad you arrived in the middle of the day, so the sun was high, and it made everything shine, temporarily blinding you.

As you stand there, at the entrance of the city, admiring the view, you completely ignore the people passing by you or the ones trying to talk to you. It's true that you were standing out, your foreigner features and your height catching most passers-by's attention. For now, except for Amber, you did not encounter any important character, and you were glad. Maybe it was for the best since you could say you basically knew the future, you could say something you weren't supposed to, and it was scaring you.

As you were going to walk away, acting as if you did not see the woman standing next to you trying to grab your attention, you felt like someone was staring at you intensely. Their gaze penetrates your body, sending a chill up your spine as if they were trying to kill you with their eyes only. Annoyed, you turn around, glaring at them but freeze on the spot when you notice who it was, it was difficult not to recognize him.

With the obvious messy orange hair and dull blue eyes meeting yours, it was clear who it was. Logically, you should act like nothing happened, just smile and leave, especially with someone as dangerous as him. But it would not be fun, and it was a dream anyway, what could happen?

And he was the one staring in the first place, it wasn't your fault. You were still staring at each other, neither of you looking away, his gaze becomes colder and colder, almost freezing you on the spot. Getting bored by this exchange, you could not help but smile at him sweetly, looking away to let your gaze observe him from head to toe, trying to fluster him. And as you finally meet his eyes again, you offer him a smirk before leaving, the unknown woman from earlier following you with doe eyes. As if you cared about her.

After finally finding somewhere to sleep, you decide to go to the nearest bar, you really needed to relax, this week has been hellish for you. It was surprising how long this dream was, but you did not mind, it should be over soon. This morning's encounter is still on your mind, but you doubt you will see him again anyway, so it was not significant. You were more focused on buying something to drink and spending the rest of your night here.

Unfortunately, you jinxed yourself, and you really need to stop doing that in the future… When you entered the bar, nothing was out of the ordinary except some people standing a bit too close to you. You ignored them and just ordered a drink, the sympathetic barman understood you weren't a client that wanted to discuss, and so, he just gave you your drink with a smile before leaving. As you enjoyed the liquor that was burning down your throat, impressed by the taste since it's something you never tried before, the chair beside you was drawn back. You were excepting one of those annoying people again, but when you turn around to glare at them, it was Tartaglia sitting there instead.

You heard someone complain behind him and as you throw a glance over his shoulder, you see a girl making a fuss over him, saying he stole her seat. You wait some minutes but when you understood that she wasn't going to calm down, you call the barman over with a single hand gesture, he understood that the girl was the problem here and drag her out of the bar. Tartaglia was ignoring her this entire time, just looking at you with those empty eyes of his, but you could perceive something in them that you were not able to identify yet. Surprisingly, you weren't feeling as threatened as this morning, but something still felt wrong with him.

You were observing him silently without a care for anything else, until you notice how he has not moved since then, and that's when you understood how long you have been staring at him like this without saying anything. Embarrassed by what you just did, you turn your head away and make a sign to the barman to serve you two drinks. Perhaps if you pay him something, he will take it and leave. You knew it would not happen, but you still had some hope. You had no idea how to behave without someone like this beside you, and you noticed how he hasn't relaxed his body until now, as if he was ready to jump on you.

When the barman came back with two glasses, you were going to pay for the drinks, thinking about finishing it in one go before leaving. But before you could move, Tartaglia beat you to it and handed the money to a very confused barman that just took it before walking away quickly. To say you were surprised was an understatement, he had no reason to do this, you were just a stranger that stared at him openly twice without any reason.

With a sigh, you just grab the glass, chucking it down immediately. But that was an awful idea. After your throat started to burn along with your tongue, you understood how strong the drink that you ordered was. You knew you could handle your alcohol quite well, but you had no idea if Tartaglia could, and that scared you.

Before you knew it, you were ordering drinks after drinks, either Tartaglia or you choosing what you were going to try next. After all, you were both some foreigners in this country, one being from Snezhnaya, and the other who came from an unknown world. After so much alcohol, you were more or less talking freely to each other, not caring about manners or the fact that you were strangers anymore. With Tartaglia being there, most people didn't dare step closer to you, which guaranteed you a peaceful night that you enjoyed to the fullest. Thankfully for you, even in your tipsy state, you remembered how you never ask his name, and so, never called him by it. For now, you did not make any mistake, guaranteeing your survival.

Turns out, Tartaglia was not better than any other person in this city. You noticed how he was slowly but surely moving closer, the eye contact became longer, the way his hand was inching closer to your thigh, and he even offered to show you around since it was the first time you stepped into Liyue Harbor. He was so out of character, the dull eyes turning brighter, with an abnormal glint in them. But who were you to refuse to spend some time with one of your favourite characters?

As you just finished your last drink in one go, you stand up with the man next to you, grabbing him as he stumbled a bit to the left, holding his arm until you were sure he could walk correctly. You paid before he could, offering him a victorious smirk before leaving the bar alone, bidding him goodbye.

Like you though, he followed you, sneaking behind you like a shadow. You keep acting oblivious to his strange behaviour, not wanting to put yourself in more danger than you already were. Did he really think you were that drunk to not notice him? Seems like you were good at faking being tipsy.

You let him follow you to the place you were staying at, unlocking the door before closing it behind you, not locking it again knowing it was useless. You purposely made more noises than you usually would, leaving your shoes in the middle of the corridor, and turning all lights off before slamming the door of your bedroom. You sit down on a chair in the living room without making noises, watching with apprehension the door, certain that he would try to enter your apartment.

And it seems like you were right because a minute later, you hear the handle make a creaking noise as it was moved down, the door opening silently. The quiet steps of the Harbinger filled the room as he headed to your bedroom directly as if he knew exactly where it was, the door creaking open as he continued to walk shortly after, and suddenly he went silent, as he surely stopped in front of your bed. As quietly as you could, you stand up, sneaking behind him, grabbing his neck, choking him. He barely had the time to react when you murmured into his ear 'knew it', before knocking him out.

You knew it would happen, you were behaving too suspiciously for him to ignore it. You were certain he was planning to kill you, perhaps thinking you were a spy. You had tied Tartaglia to the bed, waiting for him to wake up, as you choose to not tire yourself out for nothing, knowing it was useless to run away from him. He was not the type of man to give up anyway so, you were dead either way if you run away or if you stay there with him. A sudden grunt coming from the said man made you come back to reality. The only thing you said was, 'what were you trying to do?', watching as he has already come back to his senses, too quickly for a normal human.

As the man looks up at you, you were ready for a glacial death glare, showing off his murderous intent, but instead, you were met with a lustful look and reddening cheeks. So similar to the look he gave you this morning.

That's when it hit you, how badly you had mistaken his intention. But he still wasn't a good man, as he has still broken into your house after following you home, and he was clearly not having any innocent thoughts. As you get up to untie him, you kneel on the bed to reach the rope around his wrists, unintentionally placing your knee too close to him, as it rubs against his crotch, forcing a moan out of him.

You freeze and try to stop moving your knee while focusing on untying his left hand, you could feel how he started to grind his hips against your thigh himself, moans pouring out of his mouth. He picked up the pace, now fully humping your thigh like a cheap whore, his sounds becoming more frequent as his release was near. But just before he could cum, you move away, watching as he humped the air pathetically, chasing after your body. The pitiful whine he let out went straight to your cock, twitching inside your pants.

You can't help the smirk growing onto your face, watching how pitiful he was. This man purposely came here to get fucked, whether it was consensual on your part or not. And now, he was almost crying for attention as you ignored his needs.

Before Tartaglia knew it, he was on all fours on the bed, his hands, and forearm tied behind his back, forcing his shoulder back painfully. His head was pressed into the pillow by your hand, and breathing correctly became a challenge for him. He could sense your shadow loom over him, your free hand caressing his exposed back, nails leaving red marks behind. Chills go up his spine as you glide your fingers down his back slowly, touches as soft as a feather, and he gasps as his underwear is tugged down sudden. You let go of his head, so your big hands could spread his legs apart, the cold air hitting his ass as he tightens around nothing, legs shaking pitifully. Your laughter fills the room as he burns from embarrassment.

One of your fingers was pushing against his hole, the first phalange barely entering before drawing it back, teasing him. It leaves him to wiggle towards your fingers, trying to push them more into him. As he throws his hips back forcefully, you raise your hand before slamming it back down on his ass, his body jerking forward with the impact as you hear the loudest moan of the night. You could only watch with amused eyes as his body shivered under you, his sniffles reaching your ears as he stops moving, understanding your implied order. He was acting like a well-behaved boy so suddenly, and it made you even more excited. Roughly, you tug his hair back, exposing his crying face to you as you spank him one more time, listening to his loud moan.

The feeling in Tartaglia's stomach grew rapidly, the alcohol still into both your systems affecting your bodies and minds. He was getting light-headed and his mind slowly became blank. He needed more, just a bit more.

You lick the tears off his face, and you use this sweet act as a distraction, plunging your fingers fully into him without a warning. He cries out when he felt the long fat fingers loosening his hole, rubbing against his walls at an irregular pace. Almost cumming at the sudden pleasure. His face was stained with fresh tears as his head was resting against your shoulder, the warmth almost comforting him while you prepare him. But suddenly, you stopped moving your fingers, frustrating him to no end.

You ask yourself if he really deserved or wanted to be prepared, thinking about just slamming inside him right now. When you observe his face, you notice how his eyes rolled back almost as if he was going to pass out. You gently nuzzled your face into his neck, trying to bring him back before biting his neck harshly, breaking the skin as blood slid down his body. The pain sends an exquisite feeling from his neck to his back, his body trembling as his whines get louder, his face showing how much he was enjoying your torture. But before he could cum, you stop touching him once again, leaving his body to flop down uselessly on your bed, Tartaglia was unable to do anything but look up at you with shocked eyes.

You watch amused as he struggles to sit up, looking back at you, teary begging eyes asking you to help him, but you stay there, unmovingly. With a whimper, he crawls to you, hands resting on your shoulders as he tries to reach your face to kiss you. Your hands move to his thighs, lifting him up, placing him over your cock, the tip pressing against his hole. He felt loopy and high as you forced him down, the sweet pain coursing through his body as you stretched him out more than he thought possible.

His body has difficulty getting used to the sensation, as he feels you in his stomach, a bulge showing through his skin as he pushes against it with a shaky hand. It was becoming too much for his poor brain, as it stopped functioning when you bottomed out, balls slapping against his entrance. His tongue lolled out, drool falling onto your body. You help him sink back down, as he sits dumbly on top of you, unable to think about something else.

That's when you noticed how you never gave him your name, and after murmuring it lowly into his ear, you begin to move him up and down harshly. Instantly, he started to whimper your name… only at first, because after each thrust, he was getting louder and louder, nearly screaming at some point.

You thought he came as his hole tighten around you, but he only let some pitiful drops out of his tip. You could not help but mock him, watching as his tears doubled, and his face become redder, freckles standing out as his cheeks were burning, feeling ashamed to not even be able to handle some minutes with you. You slowly learned how his body was working, observing like a hawk his reactions and so, you pressed on a special spot with a smirk, watching him break on top of you.

Suddenly, you grabbed him, and threw him back onto the bed, he just had the time to push on his arms to be on all fours before you drill back into him. Your hand sneaks to his throat, choking him while pushing his head into the pillow, which was already covered in drool and tears. He felt so disgusting as his face was rubbed against his own fluids, humiliation send him spiralling. As you tighten your grip, completely cutting his air flow, his hips jerked up suddenly, the pain made him cum on the spot. Unfortunately, you keep going, ignoring his whines and forcing him to cum once again, the tip of his cock turning a strong shade of red under the stimulation.

You started to pity him and so, as the good person you were, you turn him on his back. You force his legs apart, speeding up your pace to bring yourself to your orgasm faster. He kept whimpering, throat too dry to scream or moan anymore, he could feel you move in his hole, forcing his insides to accept your cock deeper. As his stomach was exposed to your eyes, you could perceive the movement of your cock, as the bulge was even more noticeable than before.

Stomach burning up as you felt close too, you kept edging yourself since earlier, and it was starting to get to your head. Muscles roll under the skin as you chase after your release, using your last strength to go deeper, making Tartaglia cry and beg, overstimulated and losing his mind. You were thrusting harshly, repetitive movements turn into you railing him at an impressive speed. Tartaglia's head slammed back as his body trembled, the tension in his stomach too strong for him, and at the same instant, your own stomach tightens, and you cum, shouting your load deep into him.

Euphoria flows through your veins, your head spinning as you feel Tartaglia twitches one last time around you. But instead of cumming all over himself, he pissed, unable to hold it in. He was still conscious enough to understand what was happening, blushing from embarrassment, still crying and mumbling your name over and over. He could feel his belly bulging from your load, some of it leaking out of his hole and onto the bed.

As you let go of his body, he falls onto the bed, unconscious and limp, not having enough stamina to stay awake any longer. With a sigh, you decide to clean him up, changing into some of your clothes before tucking him into your bed, lying beside Tartaglia in silence, knowing he would leave before the sun goes up. For the second time of the night, you kissed him, thinking he was asleep, or you thought so.

Unsurprisingly, when you woke up, you were alone in your room, the cold bed beside you proved that he left a while ago. After cleaning and changing the sheets, you dressed up, leaving the apartment to discover the Liyue Harbor by yourself. But when you opened the door, he was standing there, waiting for you. Cheeks reddening and cute freckles stand out as he sees you, he grabs your forearm, dragging you away in silence. Unbeknown to you, a bright blue mark on the back of your neck lightened up whenever Tartaglia would touch you.

And from afar, a tall dark brown-haired man was glaring at the two of you. Your scent seemed familiar, bringing back a nice feeling he forgot a long time ago. His eyes became luminescent as his tail and horns appeared, his stomach turning as he feels lust take over the rest of his senses. With a smirk, he goes back to work, thinking about how he could prepare your encounter and have your attention on him, only him. He couldn't help but feel annoyed as the ginger managed to meet you before him. He needed to do something about that, especially when he could see this blue mark on your nape, tainting your body.

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Moonage Daydream (Tartaglia | Childe - Foul Legacy Transformation x Zhongli) // 2k, smut

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zhongli REALLY wants to try out foul legacy

cw: monsterfucking, overstimulation, ejaculation, penetration (tentacles, tongue, penis), blood

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Top Tartaglia | Childe x Bottom Zhongli

writer's note: explicit +18 content, please view at your own risk. thank you, have fun !

“But, you have seen me as a dragon. Isn’t this a bit unfair?” Zhongli sipped his tea, hiding the sly provocation in his tone skilfully. Childe chuckled, “You’ve seen mine too!” It was true, Zhongli had witnessed Foul Legacy in its full glory many times during battle, but with Zhongli’s form they had also taken up some more interesting activities that strayed away from ‘combat’.

Zhongli hummed, “Yes, though I meant… up close.”

“Well I don’t think you’d enjoy it like that.”

“Why not?”

Childe scratched his head, trying to find a way to phrase it as delicately as possible, “Mine isn’t as adjustable as yours, it wouldn’t be so pleasant for you.” Given that Foul Legacy wasn’t a natural form like Zhongli’s, Childe had a harder time adapting the functions and sizes of each part whereas Zhongli was a master at manipulating harsh aspects of the body he had lived in for centuries.

“So you’re saying I can’t take it?” Zhongli smirked, he got up from his seat and placed his palms on the table, leaning over to Childe. Night was falling, the lively atmosphere of the mountains faded away minute by minute, trading the joyful serenity for a sinister domain, still calm but oddly mysterious.

“You shouldn’t tempt me on matters like this, Xiansheng.”

Zhongli’s amber pupils flashed through the darkness, “And what if I do?”

Childe fixed his posture to raise on his seat slightly, moving his face closer to Zhongli’s, “I can’t promise that you won’t get hurt.”

Zhongli wasn’t bothered by the drawback, he pressed his lips onto the harbinger’s, noticing how much he missed his warmth even in the few hours they had been sitting and chatting. Childe’s head tilted back, his lips inviting and comforting as they always were for his lover.

Zhongli pulled away, a thin string of saliva kept their lips in contact, “Ajax…” he pleaded, “ Please… ”

Childe involuntarily held his breath, attempting to ignore his pants tightening, a spark between his legs that begged to be fed and built into bright flames. Zhongli looked down on him, tracing his lips gently with his thumb. Childe struggled to speak, it was as if a reptile had him in a tight hold, evoking the unholiest of thoughts from deep within.

After a moment of consideration, Childe stood up and made his way over to the other side of the table, pulling Zhongli close by the waist. Zhongli’s tongue made its way inside his mouth once again, dipping out occasionally as Childe rid him of his clothes.

The layers pooled around their ankles, falling off one by one with a gentle thud. Childe nibbled on his neck, leaving a trail of kisses and bitemarks that turned the archon harder and harder on his thigh. “Are you absolutely sure about this?” he asked for the final time.

Zhongli petted his cheek gently, “I am. Go ahead.”

Childe nodded as he stepped away on the open field, floating off from the ground right before Zhongli’s eyes, his iridescent cape, claws and armor took formation as the mask pinned on his hair grew to replace the front part of his head.

Zhongli watched him in awe, though Foul Legacy was a killing machine, he could still see the faint form of Childe inside whenever he transformed. He waited in excitement as Childe slowly approached him and lifted him up with the ease of a teacup. One claw was enough to fully grab Zhongli by the waist like a doll.

Childe leaned back, gravity was no longer a concern for him, so he sat comfortably on an invisible seat and brought Zhongli’s naked body to his eye-level. Zhongli examined him, stunned and mesmerized by the beautiful sight as he sat inside Childe’s palm, legs hanging off from in between his thick fingers.

Zhongli always assumed Childe’s physical senses were more dulled in Foul Legacy, given that logically, it should be more durable to pain. But Childe could feel everything , the heat emitting from Zhongli’s body, his hardened cock rubbing down as precum already spilled off from the tip, even the way his hole quivered in excitement for Childe’s touch.

Zhongli leaned forward, slightly raising his hips before realizing that the claws would probably rip his insides apart in a matter of seconds. “Right.” he sighed, reaching back to stretch himself out on his own.

But the next thing he heard was a splash, accompanied by waves of water swirling in the air before two, thick ropes wrapped around his wrists. “Hey, what are you—” before he could realize what was happening, his arms were fixed to the sides in a strong grip. The limbs were clear, reflecting the moonlight, but they didn’t feel inanimate. Zhongli could feel slight movement in them, as if they were alive .

“It would be a shame if you were to fall over.” Childe explained, his distorted voice was awfully sinister. Zhongli had never seen him manipulate his elements into anything but weapons, he struggled experimentally, curious to find out how strong they would be, but it seemed impossible to escape their hold.

“How am I going to—Ah!” Zhongli was too invested in the sensation to notice a thicker and denser one creeping up against his hole. The cooling effect on his wrists was enhanced as the limb entered him with no warning and no mercy, reaching all the way inside and making Zhongli choke out.

Childe chuckled in delight, “This is simply a measure of safety, Xiansheng. Why does it excite you so much?”

Zhongli’s precum was pooling up into a small puddle as his pupils rolled back, it was a sudden intrusion that his mind couldn’t comprehend, yet his body was inevitably reacting to the waves of pleasure engulfing him.

Zhongli always associated intimacy with warmth, but now, a slimy, cold and reckless entity that he wouldn’t even go near under normal circumstances was filling him up in all the right ways, pushing into his prostate as its tip thinned out and thickened intermittently. He struggled to hold himself back, it felt beneath him to release under a ghost of water. The Geo Archon having the best orgasm of his life with the help of a Hydro tentacle, utterly shameful.

But Childe was as persistent as he was, altering the rhythm and pressure as he pleased, eliciting needy cries from Zhongli’s lips. “Don’t resist.” it sounded less like an order and more like a suggestion. Zhongli glared at him, enraged, “Then fuck me yourself.” he growled. Childe wasn’t fazed by his anger in the slightest, “Not yet.”

The bright glow disappeared from Zhongli’s eyes and reignited again in unorganized cycles, lacking stability and control as he struggled to stand his ground. “You’re gonna make me drag it out?” Childe quipped, another tentacle had already wrapped itself around Zhongli’s cock, it was actually a soothing sensation that helped him cool off momentarily before it started pumping him up and down.

Zhongli shrieked, failing to fight any longer as cum spurted out of his tip, with every spasm of his hips his eyes shut tightly, chest heaving with the immense climax still rippling through his body.

Zhongli collapsed over the harbinger’s palm the second his wrists went unbound, Childe’s claws wrapped around him while his index brushed through Zhongli’s disheveled hair. The archon clung onto his thumb weakly, arms sore from being suspended high up for so long.

Childe brought him closer to his groin and Zhongli was quick to latch on the fabric and the armor, exposing the ‘skin’ underneath with his slender fingers. Though the human flesh was mostly disguised, Zhongli could identify faint sights of Childe’s skin color, now concealed by dark blue and purple veins traveling along his length.

His eyes widened with excitement and slight worry, Childe couldn’t help but chuckle at his state, “It’s okay, I don’t expect you to take all of it.”

Zhongli held his cock in between his thighs, gasping lightly as the tip brushed against his hole. He squeezed his legs together, feeling every vein and curve press into the sensitive skin of his inner-thighs.

“I will.” Zhongli breathed out, he felt infatuated and intoxicated, beginning to slide forward and back over the shaft almost involuntarily, “I…” a whimper escaped his lips, “...want all of you, Ajax.”

Childe was more than satisfied with the answer, his fingers wrapped around the archon, lining him on his tip and pushing him down slowly. Tears pooled around Zhongli’s eyes with the stretch, then began to stream down his face as Childe impaled him on his cock viciously.

He stopped halfway, giving Zhongli a moment to breathe while adjusting his grip. The archon was panting, digging his nails into Childe’s finger in an attempt to ease the strain, though it wasn’t doing much to alleviate his agony.

Childe began to slide him down once again, Zhongli had never felt more stretched out in his life, it felt like his hip bones were about to shatter, like his insides were being torn apart with every inch. Golden-brown markings painted over his arms and his chest as he fought to remain in his human form.

Childe noticed the growing fangs through Zhongli’s open-mouthed moans, the golden stripes starting to glow as well as his pupils. “A mortal body is terribly fragile, don’t you think?” he teased the archon, “It would be much easier if you transformed.”

Zhongli spat out the saliva building up on his throat, “Don’t—want to.” he exhaled sharply through his nose. Surely, he could give in to his body’s command, it was only trying to help Zhongli survive, but he refused to give up the extraordinary feeling, being at the mercy of a ferocious beast that satisfied him to such an extent that Zhongli cried, squirmed and whimpered for more.

No, he definitely wouldn’t trade it for the biological accommodations his body was trying to undergo.

Childe hissed as he lifted Zhongli all the way up and slammed him down again, reveling in the warmth of his walls hugging him. Zhongli screamed with every thrust, overwhelmed by the lust and rapture that ate away at his mind.

Through the eyes of Foul Legacy, Childe no longer had friends or foes, everything within his sight was merely prey . Zhongli, however, was embedded into Childe’s brain so deeply that no matter how many layers of his consciousness were peeled away, he would always be there.

A being that Childe must protect, cherish and worship until his very last breath. A monster like him, only cut from a different cloth.

His claws hugged the weakened, frail body of the archon even tighter than before in order to maintain his position. The sharp tips scraped along his skin as thin streams of blood ran along, painting the ground below crimson red. Zhongli’s legs and arms gave out fully as his mind steered through the same fate as his flesh, merely hanging by a thread.

He was starting to have a hard time pinpointing where one orgasm ended and another one began, instead it felt like being milked, drained out until there was nothing left. As if Childe wanted all of it spilling out for himself and no one else.

Zhongli couldn’t even lift his neck to look at him, the harbinger used the knuckle of his other hand to lift it up for him, gazing into the sparkling pupils that exuded exhaustion. “You’re doing exceptionally well today, Xiansheng, way beyond my expectations.” he praised, “Maybe I should reward you, hm?”

Zhongli nodded frantically as he slobbered like a dog, unable to utter even a single syllable. Childe was amused watching how pathetic and miserable Zhongli was for him. He parted his lips, letting out his tongue, Zhongli didn’t even know he had one in Foul Legacy, though it was a lot different than a human tongue, much longer and frolic.

It reached all the way to Zhongli’s lips with ease, mimicking the ludic movements of a snake as it slithered inside. Though the tip of it was slim, the more Childe pushed it down Zhongli’s throat, the harder it became to breathe for the archon.

It penetrated him deep, dripping saliva all the way down and blocking his airway with steady thrusts. Zhongli’s moans were muffled, vibrating all over Childe’s tongue as the harbinger explored further. It wasn’t so much of a kiss as it was Childe quite literally fucking his throat.

Zhongli struggled to breathe through his nose, the harbinger’s movements were growing sloppy, his tongue remained stuffed inside Zhongli as he jacked him up and down a few more times before releasing with a growl.

It was a terrifying amount, not only filling Zhongli up but also splattering all over his body and even leaking down to the ground. Childe’s body contracted and released, squeezing Zhongli at the same pace along with it until he was finally all out.

He retracted his tongue and slid the archon off, laying him down on the grass carefully. Zhongli couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer, he pressed his palms down on the grass, eventually feeling footsteps approach him.

Childe knelt by his side, running his fingers along the archon’s hair coated by cum, blood, sweat and saliva. Zhongli could only open his eyes halfway, but the familiar sight of his Ajax was comforting enough to form a weak smile over his lips.

Childe smiled down on him, pressing kisses all over his face and hands, showering his beloved with affection and gratitude.

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Childe is acting like he’s top 3 when he’s not even top 10.

#I swear he gets on my nerves sometimes like sit your ass down 😭#someone should tie him and throw him at the bottom of a lake/s #genshin childe #childe #childe tartaglia ajax #ajax #childe x reader #childe x you #genshin impact #genshin update #yandere childe

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“Take me one more wave”

Tartaglia/Childe/Ajax X AMAB!Reader

Word Count: 6k

Summary: What started out as a sparring season to you taking Ajax's first eveything, first kiss, first orgasm, first love confession and finally taking his virginity.

A/N: This was based off Sextape by Deftones (hence the title) and a dream I had a few weeks back and it was so good I had to write something based off of it.

Warnings: Overstimulation, edging, belly buldge, use of “good boy” “sweet boy” “darling boy” ect., breeding kink, virginity loss, virginity kink, love confessions, bathtub sex, fingering, blowjobs, grinding, Ajax is called a whore here and there but reader is still pretty much a soft top the wholetime and gives Ajax hella tender aftercare, Reader is AMAB, but is gender neutral besides the world “Sir” being used once to address reader.

It had started out on the Millelith training grounds. Childe, being Childe, wanted to spar with you. It was his way to spend time with you. He couldn’t seem to get enough of you. He wanted to be the one you spent your free time with. Even when on duty, he wanted to be beside you at all times. Most people would consider his method of quality time odd; to always want to fight the person of your infatuation, but he, in all honesty, felt most confident on the field, trying to pin you down. Something like a dinner date was unknown and foreign to him. The thought of not being on top of the game, but instead being unsure on a date created a whirlpool of anxiety and uneasiness. He didn’t like the idea of you seeing that unsteady part of him. He wanted you to only see the confident and steady persona he put on. To see him in his raw form, not the man named Childe, but Ajax, a man who barely knew himself outside the battlefield. A man who had never experienced the gentle embrace of a lover in the early morning, the damp warmth of lips on his skin, the breathy whispers of devotion and affection in his ear while falling off the end of total ecstasy. It was something he thought he’d ever receive nor desire to have. But after meeting you, he craved to become familiar with the uncharted pleasures of life.

He was happy to experience you entertaining the flirtatious side of him, by returning the flirty remarks that were just as cheesy as his. He could have this as proof that his feelings for you were reciprocated, but his mind told his heart it was only a game, and like all fun times, it would come to an end and you would leave once you were bored of him. He had set in his mind the more extravagantly he presented himself, the less likely you’d leave sooner rather than later.

Here he was the supposed grandiose Tartaglia of Snezhnaya, pinned beneath you. This was certainly not what he had in mind when imagining you looking up in a frustrated amazement in his grace and skill. No, indeed, you seemed to debunk all his schemes to have you become just as infatuated with him as he was with you. The ever persistent Ajax was beginning to wonder if his fantasies would ever play out.

Your smug smirk and hooded gaze only fueled his frustration, and the expression only intensified when noticing his state of displeasure.

“My, my– not only have I won this match, again, but I’ve gotten under your skin–Who knew this day would ever come?” You cooed, making no move to release his wrist you held captive above his head.

“Don’t get too cocky now, comrade, I’m just letting you have it easy as I warm up.” Right after he retorted back, he made a move to flip you both over to get the upper hand, but you seemed to predict his move and used your right foot to pin down his right ankle, making him more open and vulnerable. Your pelvis was now flushed with his and your face, mere inches from his face. Despite him being already red and sweaty from sparring, he now seemed to glow ever brighter in color.

He truly was a sight to behold. Gone was his cocky demeanor; replacing it was a flushed and timid man, who was blushing like a virgin bride on her wedding night. Heavy breath, chapped lips parted, eyes glazed with a mix of emotions.

Fuck, he was gorgeous like this.

“Ajax…” His panting became shaky at the name and from one of your hands that was pinning him down, being brought down to stroke fiery hair away from his face and caress his hot cheek.

“You’re so beautiful, I could look at you for eternity.”

His shaking breaths stuck in his throat, head dissipating of any comebacks, he could only drag his gaze down from your intense eyes to your lips, ‘they looked so soft…what would it feel like to kiss y–’

His fantasizing was interrupted abruptly by your lips connecting with his.

Until this very moment Ajax thought the only thing he meant to do in life was fight, to come out on top in a battle, and to protect his siblings, even if it meant dying; but you, your body flushed to his, your lips taking all air from his lungs. He knew then that there was so much more to his life. He wasn't sure what it was, but he was determined to discover it with you. He felt you pull away from the kiss, but he wasn't having it. He jerked his head from the ground to painfully smash his lips back to yours.

“Ow! Fuck! Ajax, you can’t go at it like that. It hurts!” You scolded, pulling further away from him, much to his despair. He argued his discountenment. “But I want to kiss you again!”

“You can! Just not like that!”

“What did I do wrong?” His genuine distress took you off guard.

“...Ajax–have you never been kissed before?”

Ajax’s sudden interest in the ground beside him answered your question.

“Does it matter?”

“No, I would’ve kissed you regardless.” He was now looking at you. Those eyes that often had a dull look, seemed to shine, like a sapphire that had been brought back into the light after years being kept in the darkest mines.

‘He truly was a work of art.’

Your lips met again, your hand tangling in ginger locks as a guide in the much gentler kiss. With a firmer grasp in his hair, you tilted his head back, giving you lips access to his neck. There was a deep moan from his throat when you teased the tip of your tongue along his scars and pecked the multitude of freckles. Your lips were now at his ear canal, you whispered:

“Ajax?” He felt his whole body melt into the ground at his name being said so close to ear like that. The hot breath made the crotch seam of his pants uncomfortably tight. There was no way you didn’t feel it poke your stomach. “Are you a virgin too?”

The fatui that was lax in your embrace tensed up, mind now clearing of the lust that overtook his thoughts to now being flooded with a plan of escape.

“Yeah. What about it?”

You couldn’t help but let out a giggle at his defensive state. Not mockingly, no never, just utter endearment for the man. “Just wanted to confirm my suspicion, but don’t worry sweetheart, I don’t see that as an issue, nor do I see you as less.” You pulled away from him to straddle his waist, both hands on his chest, his strained cock digging into your inner thigh. “If anything, I find it even more of a turn on.”

For all the months you’ve known this man, you’ve never seen him so silent, the only noise from him was his heavy, uneven breath, hitching as you grind your hips. “Do you want this? Can I fuck you?” Your hand was now running from his neck, down his torso. “You can say no anytime, my sweet boy.”

The nickname seemed to snap something inside him, he knew that he wanted, no, needed you, to be taken by you right now, no one else, from here to until his last breath.

He shot up, arms wrapping around your waist, bringing you flushed against him. “Yes, I want this.” he begged, losing his sense of sanity.

You would be hesitant to continue this intimate moment out in the open like this, but luckily the sparring grounds you two choose to match in was somewhat secluded. It was usually used for rookies to fight their higher ups as a final exam, and they didn’t want interruptions. So the likelihood of someone walking into Ajax being pinned to the ground, panting and whining like a bitch in heat were slim. Especially the time of hour, where most of the Millelith were either on duty in the city, at home or in their base quarters still sleeping. “What would the Millelith think if they found you in this state? The great and mighty Childe submitting to a mere soldier?” Your degrading tone only fueled Ajax’s lust.

“Let them watch, I don’t care, as long as you take me.”

“Don’t worry my darling boy, I will.”

Lust is not a foreign emotion to Ajax, but that was bloodlust, and the adrenaline he felt made him want to cease any slow blood flow through his body, to always be sharp and alter, and be on the move or else he feels his veins might freeze. But now, his heart is beating fast, but everything is moving so slow, like honey dripping. His head foggy, his limbs heavy, thoughts suffocated by you, only you. Molten palms burning his now naked chest, sensual fingers gliding up his clothed thigh. He couldn’t recall when you unbuttoned his tunic. He only knows that he is now vulnerable beneath you, like a virgin on an altar about to be sacrificed to a tyrannical god. And this God of Tyranny would be the end of Ajax by pure heavenly ecstasy.

The hot thick fog is his head was pierced with an imaginative shard of ice when he felt your warm hand palm his hard cock; your lips muffed his shocked moan and continued stroking the base and then rubbing his sensitive tip, which caused a wet patch to soak through the fabric. Wanting to hear his beautiful noises, you removed your lips from his. You couldn’t help but fondly scoff at him lifting his head to follow your mouth. His head was pushed back to the ground by your chokehold on his neck. The loud moan that couldn’t escape his throat vibrated your palm. “Moaning like a common whore? Maybe I should go fuck you in alley like one.”

The lack of air caused Ajax’s eyes to gloss over, and their tears to run down to his temple, dampening the hair. You decided to have mercy on him.

“Shiiit! Stop teasing me!” He gasped out as soon as he felt the pressure release from his neck. “Okay, sweetheart, I’ll stop for now since you’ve been a sweet boy” You cooded, your free hand wiping away a tear and quickening in menstruation on his leaking tip with the other.

His panting intensifies, his eyes closed and eyebrows drawn like he is trying hard to concentrate. You continued palming his cock until he gasped out again “I feel hot! I feel like–! There’s something coming out–! I’m gonna–! It’s so hot!” His broken sentence was interrupted by a loud moan and then cry of desperation as you stop all minstation on his virgin cock. “NO! Why did you stop?! I didn’t tell you to stop!” The poor boy was an utter wreck, like a mad man about to go on a rampage. “Shhh..” You whispered in his ear, petting his hair. “Be a good boy like I know you can be, and do what I say, I’ll make sure you feel so good, baby boy.”

The head that was now buried in your neck nodded in compliance, your shirt was now damped by his tears. The hand stroking his hair now gripped it, pulling so his face was now directly in front of yours. “I need you to say, ‘Yes’. Okay?”

He nodded, but that wasn’t good enough for you; you yanked his locks.

“Yes..I understand”

“My good boy..” Your hand goes back to petting him, pecking his cheek with a kiss. You stood, looking down at the disheveled Ajax, his pants soiled, his shirt completely unbuttoned exposing his torso, hair looking like he was just attacked by anemo slimes. His glossy eyes and blotchy red face lacked its usual sharp and smug visage. There was only a mindless, desperate man with no thoughts behind those eyes except for you and you only. He truly did look like whore you just used in a back alley who’s only thought was to satiate their cock drunkenness by being bred.

You reached your hand down to him to help him off the ground. “Let’s take this elsewhere, love.” His heartbeat increased more at the name. It didn’t help that you spoke with a smile when you called him the enduring name. It wasn’t like the smug smile you’d given him previously. It was gentle, calming, and sincere.

As confidently as he tried to get up, his legs felt like mint jelly, and if it wasn’t for your firm grip, he would’ve collapsed back to the ground. His weakened state made no protest when you yanked him close to your body. Your arms wrapped around him to keep him flushed against you. Ajax mimicked your touch, and wrapped his arms around, forearms pressing against your upper back, hands in your hair and face nuzzling your neck. His shaggy ginger locks sprawled over your shoulders, even covering his face. You brushed his hair out his face, “I want to see that handsome face” you whispered. He hid his face deeper in your neck. “You need to shut it with the sappiness, I don’t like how it makes me weak at the knees.”

“Oh? And how do you plan to shut me up?”He came out of hiding, facing you and smashing his lips against yours, this time without the teeth.

‘He’s learning.’

Once he let you pull away for breath you said “Let’s get you more presentable sweetheart, and we will go to my place.”

“It’s about time!”

Ajax hastily ripped off his jacket and kicked off his shoes when you two landed on your bed, so you took the next step of removing his pants. “You know, it’s almost like you were hoping I would fuck you, considering you’re not were underwear..”

“You had knocked at my door to ask me to spar with you right when I got out of the shower, and I was too impatient to put some on, the time spent trying to find a pair and put it on would mean less time with you.” Once more you were taken aback by his honesty, you almost felt bad for teasing him about it.

You pushed him to the bed, crawling on top of him, kneeling between his legs, coming up face to face. “Well I’m glad you enjoy my company as much as I do yours.”

Ajax’s eyes seem to shine brighter with every word of appreciation and praise towards him. He felt he might burst at the seams if you called him your darling or good boy again, Archons forbid if you continued this genuine expression of fondness for him. He had always thought the way he would depart from this world would be in a fight of a worthy enemy, but now he thinks he’d prefer to die by your touch, and by your worlds being too much for his heart to take.

“You can spoil me with sappy words later, right now I want you to continue what you said you’d do to me back on the sparring grounds.” He demanded.

“Lose the attitude and ask nicely then I will.” You snapped back.

“Please, continue…..sir.” He spoke like a brat who was just lectured and was apologizing for his wrong doings.

“That will do for now.”

Before he could question what that meant you spat on your hand and grabbed his semi-hard cock, stroking it to its full hardness again and then descended down on him with your mouth. As a miserable attempt to regain some pride and hide that you had so much power over him, Ajax tried to strain his moans by biting his lips and using his hand to cover his mouth for good measure, but even then you could still hear him from above. You wouldn’t be having any of that and stop your menstruation. You grasp the wrist of the hand covering his mouth and pull it away, pinning it down to the bed using your other hand to caress his bottom lip,freeing it from his teeth and wiping away the blood that was seeping from it.

“You needn’t be ashamed of the noises you make. It's music to my ears. So lovely…” You trailed off, removing your hand from his face back to neglected cock, guiding back to your mouth. Your eyes closed to indulge in the pleasure of hearing every whimper, gasp and moan he made. Some of them intangible words or “please!” and “feels so good! I need more!”. It was addictive; you couldn’t get enough, and you felt your own arousal intensify.

As you increase the intensity of your mouth and hand on his cock. The hand pinning his wrist down to the bed moved to hold his hand, and he held it with a death grip.

He watched every moment of your bobbing head; how you’d release his cock to lick up and down with your tongue, teasing his tip with kitten licks while your hand took care of the shaft, then descending again with a gagging sound. Feeling your saliva leak between his thighs was all too much. He felt that strange burning sensation in his stomach return, nails digging into your hand. You felt his free hand fist your hair.

“I–I think–oh Archons–please–I’m gonna cum–!”

You looked up at him through your lashes and then thick warm saltiness hit the back of your throat, swallowing what you could. Ajax collapsed completely on the bed, his poor body was shaking like a leaf, his chest heaving. “You were certainly quick.” You purred as you laid next to him, propping your head on your raised hand.

“Is that a bad thing?”He questioned

Before you could respond that ‘no, at least when it came to him, it was not’, he was top of you. “I’ll prove to you that I’m a good enough lover for you, that no one is better than me and you’ll never tire of me!” His depresperateness and pleading eyes chipped at your heart.

‘Does he truly think I would throw him away, his first time, if he failed to make me feel as good as previous encounters?’

“My darling Ajax, this could literally be the most clumsy and disasterous experience with sex, but that wouldn’t deter my want for you.” Your hand intertwined with his hair, massaging his scalp, one hand went to cup his downcast face. “I don’t expect you to be perfect, especially this being your first time. I didn’t choose to seek out your company just because I thought you were this perfect man, who would fuck my brains out; I liked your company, because I simply liked you as a person. Sex is just a way I can show how much I care for you.”

Ajax said nothing to your confession. He hid his face in your neck in reply, arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. You reciprocated his affection by continuing to pet his ginger locks.

“Let's get cleaned up shall we? I’ll run us a nice hot bath. How’s that sound?” You kissed the top of his head “We’ve worked up quite the sweat.”

Ajax groaned “But that means I have to let you go.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his pouting. “I’ll be right back. If you're that impatient, then you can come with me.” That seemed to satisfy him.

You sat on the edge of your bathtub, testing the water of the faucet, and regulating the tub of water to the perfect temperature. His weight was on your back, cheek pressed against your shoulder, arms tight around you. He was abnormally quiet, even his breath didn’t make a sound.

“Tell me what’s on your mind, love.”

“Nothing...” That was a lie, he was thinking how terrified he was that you had such an effect on him, that you had him wrapped around your finger. Not only that, but you were more experienced than him in this area. ‘What if you used his vulnerability, his naivety against him?’ You made him weak at the knees. You made him want to be vulnerable with you. The idea that he didn’t have to be at his best with you terrified him.

“We both know that there’s something plaguing that head of yours” Your nails ran up and down his forearm. “But you don’t have to tell me now. You can tell me when you’re ready.”

Ajax whispered something, but couldn’t be heard over the running water. The tub was full enough now so you turned off the tap. “What was that, darling?”

“Do you love me?”

It was your turn to be taken off guard.

There was suffocating silence in the bathroom. The only thing to be heard was the echoing drip of the bathtub faucet.

“Yes.” Ajax’s breath shuttered, arms now squeezing your body.

“I have for a while now. I just hadn’t said anything until I knew my feelings might be reciprocated.” The silence returned, but it was comforting now. There seemed to be an understanding now between the two of you.

“Come now, love, the water is perfect now.”

Ajax stepped in first. His eyes never leaving your figure as he sat down. His stare had grown in intensity since leaving the train grounds. His blue eyes still like vibrant sapphire flames that burned your skin. The lustful glaze saturating them as he watched you remove each item of clothing. You would normally string out the removal of your clothes, but his blazing gaze made the fabric feel like it was smothering you and would melt your flesh if you didn’t remove them at once and extinguish the heat in the water.

You sat in the bathtub opposite to Ajax; he didn’t approve of the distance and maneuvered himself to be between your legs, resting his back to your chest.

“Sit up and lean your head back for me.” You instructed Ajax and he did so without a word. You grabbed a cup, sitting on the edge out the bathtub, and used it to soak his hair in the hot water. Ajax sighed. A small smile graced his lips and his shoulders drooped. If he was a cat, he'd be purring by now with your finger massaging his scalp with shampoo. You were quick to wash out the suds so you drew him back close to you.

“Let’s wash your body now.” Ajax hummed in agreement.

Scrubbing away the day's grime with a soapy washrag, you took extra care and delacy with the many scars that littered Ajax’s body. There was a large area of disformed skin traveling from the right side of his upper torso to his neck. Ajax noticed your distraction when you reached the scar.

“That was from a fight with two pyro mages when I was seventeen. I know, it's not pretty to look at.” Ajax grimaced

“Hm” is all you said in reply as you washed away the suds, and kissed the burnt tissue. “Nothing about you, Ajax, is ugly to me. It’s honestly frustrating how easily you distract me with your pretty boy looks.”

“Hmm, I’ll have to keep that in mind next time I spar with you.” Ajax teased.

You retorted by nipping at his ear. “You better not..”

You grabbed the washrag again to resume your scrubbing. All was peaceful as you continued washing Ajax until you reached his upper thigh. There was a stab mark on his inner thigh. You heard his breath gasp as you traced it slowly.

“When did this happen?”

“A fellow ex-fatui didn’t like my cockiness when sparring him and he thought he’d get the upper hand and pull a knife on me. I say ex-fatui because that same knife was lodged in his neck and made him bleed out of the ground.” He said with smugness in his voice.

“Good. If he wasn’t dead I would certainly change that.” You responded. Ajax felt his heart swell, at what most would consider a concerning sentiment.

You finished scrubbing his thigh and switched to the next, repeating the same path as the other side. The relaxed trance Ajax was in was disrupted by your hand traveling up further than you had previously; you didn’t stop until you reached his still sensitive cock. He gasped at the rough material, his back arching, head landing on your shoulder when you reached his tip. Before he could revel in stimulation you were giving his cock and balls, you descended to his rim.

“(Y/N)!!”

Ajax’s hand shot out to grab on the edges of the tub, knuckles turning white when you abandoned the rag once more to circle the puckered rim with your finger.

“Is this okay?” You asked for his consent which he gave whole heartedly with an aggressive nod.

“AHH–AH!” Ajax gasped for air and then his breath halted when you pushed a finger in his virgin hole.

“Breath, darling.” You whispered as you continued to stretch out the ring of muscle. Your free hand went to his chest and tweaked one his perky pink nipple to distract him from the uncomfortable stretch. Once Ajax began to breathe evenly again, you told him you were going to add another. While still breathing, the air leaving him was shaky; as was his legs as you inserted a second finger.

You were proud of how well behaved Ajax was while you fingered him open. It wasn't until you added the fourth finger curling them to nail his prostate. His legs trashed about, sending water splashing out of the bathtub. You had to use your own legs to pin his down, halting his squirming, allowing you to stimulate and abuse his prostate without mercy. The unrelenting assault of his ass and nipples had him coming with a loud moan, sobbing when you made no indication to halt your stimulation.

“Wait….Wait!--- I just- I just came!” Ajax made a pathetic attempt to stop your fingering, You yanked his hand away by the wrist and held it in a tight grasp. You lifted his arms up and around both of your necks, robbing Ajax of any physical control he might have over the situation.

The bathroom was filled with Ajax's increasingly louder sobs and cries as he orgasmed a second time from your fingers. You finally showed mercy to the poor virgin and removed your fingers from his stretched, abused hole.

“Now that that’s done, let me wash up and we can continue this in bed.” You coyly said.

“To hell with you doing it yourself, you’ll probably take you sweet fucking time to tease me!” You would protest, but he was correct. He was much less gentle with bathing you than you had been with him, which was rightly deserved considering you just made the man nearly see white with two orgasms. In a short span of time, the both of you were back on your bed. Ajax propped up on the pillows leaning against the headboard, and you were resting on your heels. His legs lay on your thighs and crossed behind your back. You indulged in the sight before you. Ajax truly was a beauty to behold, even with the multitude of scarring. His skin still looked so soft and delicate; a beautifully flesh pink dusting from his ears down to his shoulders. You wanted to sink your teeth into his defined collar bone, rosy nipples and defined thighs.

The room was silent, filled only with the sound of Ajax’s heavy breathing. He felt like he would combust into a ball of flames from the heat of your gaze staring down at him. His tight grip of the bedsheets below him was the only thing keeping him grounded in reality and he couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Are you just going to stare? Or do I need to make the next mov–mh!”

He didn’t finish when you pounced, smashing your lips into his parted ones. Your tongue already over powering his. You were intoxicating; he needed more of you. Ajax arched his body to be closer to you. His hand now letting go of the sheets to dig his nails into your bare back. There would no doubt be marks later. The last wall he had built to protect himself crumbled down. He wanted you to take him completely, take him away. Somewhere safe that wasn’t self isolating, but somewhere you were too; keeping each other safe and warm.

The blissful trance he was lost in was being taken away from him when he felt you move away and removed him from your strong embrace. “Don’t go..” He whined.

You chuckled at his childish antics. “Don’t worry my love, I’m not leaving. Just grabbing something—that will make everything go more smoothly.” You opened the drawer of your nightstand and brought out a glass vial of what seemed to be slime condensation. You moved yourself back over to Ajax, vile in hand, popping it open and pouring a generous amount in your hand. Ajax’s mouth watered as he watched you take your cock in your lubed hand stroking it.

“Here, I want to do it.” Before you could reply to him, Ajax was pulling your hand away replacing it with his; you let out a loud gasp and Ajax smiled at that, feeling proud he could make you have a reaction like that. He wanted more, he wanted you moaning his name, like he had been with yours.

As Ajax continued to stroke your cock, you grabbed the vial again, pouring another glob onto your fingers. With your free hand, you pushed Ajax’s pale thighs apart, exposing his pink rim.

“Alright, sweet boy, I’m putting my fingers back in.” Ajax jerked his hand away from your dick and gripped the sheets again when he felt a finger circle his quivering hole and push in. He gasped, holding his breath. That beautiful arch returning to his spine, making his exposed chest and neck all the more vulnerable and alluring. A heavy wave of lust crashed down over you at the heavenly sight, and your mouth watered, hungering to have a taste of the beautifully pale and blemished skin. Ajax whimpered, feeling your mouth assault his hard pink nipples with teeth and tongue. Once one tit was red and abused, you moved to the next one. Ajax shuttered as the cold air hit the now sensitive and wet nipple, making it even more pebbly and hard than before.

Once you thought his hole was slick enough from the slime, you grabbed your cock, guiding the head to the puckered rim. “Are you ready?” Ajax secured his arms around your back, pulling you close so you were now face to face. He nodded his consent and buried his face in your neck when your tip pushed past the ring of muscle. The suffocating pleasure of his tight ass dulled out the returning stabbing and scraping of Ajax’s nails on your back. Once all the way in, you gave Ajax a moment to adjust to being filled. “Are you ready for me to move?” you asked, bring your hand up to stroke his temple with your thumb. “Move, please!” He stuttered out, sounding out of breath.

“Breath, darling, relax, don’t fight it.” You began thrusting your hips.

“Let it consume you.” Thrust.

“Archons, Ajax, you feel so good, you’re doing so good.” Thrust.

“Ah, fuck!” With every sentence, you deepened your thrust, quickening the pace a fraction, and with the growing intensity of your moving hips so increased the noises from Ajax. His soft moans, whimpers, shaky gasps of air. It was addicting. You nearly came with one particularly deep thrust when you saw a slight bulge in Ajax’s stomach. You couldn’t stop yourself from pressing down on the bulge with your palm, causing the redhead to let out a sudden loud moan and grab your forearm as a pathetic attempt to pull it away from his stomach. You were hardly convinced he actually wanted you to stop.

Ajax looked wrecked beneath you, like how he did on the sparring grounds, drawn pinched eyebrows, drooling, gaping mouth, with glossy eyes and wet hair stuck to his face, but before there was a feral glaze in his eyes, fueled by combat adrenaline, but now he had a look of utter devotion and, dare you say it, love. The thought that he loved you back pulled at your heartstrings.

With a firm grip on his hip bones, you sat back on your calves, making Ajax’s back curve like a cat’s, even mewing like one with the new angle hitting his abused prostate dead on. The slight bulge that would appear with deep thrusts was much more prominent now, even with the shallowest move of your hips. You grabbed one of Ajax’s wrist and brought his hand to the bulge for him to feel.

“You feel that love? You feel how deep I’m fucking your tight little ass?” You felt his hole tighten around you, “Oh? You like when I talk dirty to you? Do you like me talking about fucking your whore ass?” The redhead was starting to quiver like bitch in heat now. “Do you want me to praise how good you feel? How well you’re taking me? How much I love fucking you open? How this ass was meant for me and I’ll never want to fuck another bitch who isn’t you? Fuck, I’ll make sure to breed this tight little ass every fucking day so it’s always filled with my cum.”

Ajax’s thighs shook and his cock spewed out cum, painting his torso white, even shooting as far to his cheeks. Before he could even come down from his high, he felt your cock leave his hole and he was roughly turned around, face and chest flushed against the bed and ass in the air. He couldn’t get a word out of what you were doing before you entered back into his gaping hole in one thrust, once again nailing his prostate. If it weren’t for the pillow his face was smothered in, the whole room would be filled with pornographic moans and sobs of overstimulation.

“You can take it pretty boy, I know you can, because you’re my good sweet boy.” The rough slapping of skin echoed in the room. “Isn’t that right, darling?” You yanked his head back by his hair so he couldn't hide his fucked dump face or moans. “Let me hear you. Tell me you can take it.”

“I–aAH! I–can-! TAKE IT! AAH FUCK!!” Ajax moaned out as his eyes rolled back and cumming so hard his vision went blurry. Your orgasm following soon after his, groaning out his name, painting his walls white, claiming him as your own. If it weren’t for your firm hand on his hip, his shaky legs would’ve given out under him. You gently rested his lower torso to the bed. The hand on his hip gliding up his side and then to his spine. He relaxed into the bed when he felt your fingers trace his spine up and down and the hand that was still tangled in his hair now massaged the tender scalp. He let out a muffled groan when you kissed the junction of his neck and future smutter his body into the bed with you laying on top of him, not caring that he layed in damp and soiled sheets as that was the last thing on his mind.

“I love you so much.” Ajax whispered

“I love you the same.” Your words made the goosebumps on his neck, both by the hot breath hitting it and to verbally hear those words finally fall from your lips.

You let the moment fester before you reluctantly begin to free yourself away from Ajax, who whined in objection. You couldn’t help but laugh at his clinginess.

“I need you to let me go so I get supplies to clean you up love. I’ll be right back, I promise.” You kissed his cheek and Ajax complied with your request.

Ajax was in a stupor, about to slip out of consciousness any moment but was interrupted by something warm and wet on his neck. The sweat that had accumulated on his freshly washed skin was wiped away. “I need you to turn around, sweet boy.”

While Ajax did try to move on his own, it was mostly you maneuvering him on his back to the cleaner side of the bed. You worked on cleaning his cum coated face, stomach and cock, you knew you’d have to come back with a wash rag for his ass. Because even after cleaning away the cum from his used hole, more kept on seeping out, even when you scooped it back in with your fingers. “I’ll need to make sure to get you a pretty plug so you stay filled with my cum. I guess I’ll just have to keep breeding you to keep you full until then.” Ajax turned more red and whimpered at the lewd proposition. “I think my body would handle transforming into Foul Legacy better than if you were to fuck inch out of my life again!” He said exasperated. “Shit, I still feel myself shaking!”

It was true, his body still temored, like a newborn fawn learning to stand for the first time. As much as you’d like to take Ajax back into your arms now that he was clean, the bed wasn’t in a state that would be considered comfortable to cuddle in. “I don’t have extra sheets to change out my bedding, do you want to go to your room?” You asked.

“No, too much effort. Just throw some blankets and pillows on the ground and call it a day.” That sounded like a plan to you. “Don’t move a muscle dear, I’ll make us something.” You kissed his cheek and left to search for whatever cushioning you had laying about in your quarters. When the nest of random blankets and pillow was complete you returned to Ajax, who now looked to be asleep. You brushed away the ginger bangs covering his eyes, “It’s ready Ajax, I made us a nice spot in front of the stove.” Ajax only responded in a hum. “Are you still there, love?” No response.

“Poor thing, I really tired him out.”

Stooping down, you scooped him up bridal style, carrying his limp body to the makeshift bed, gently laying him down and scurrying back to the actual bed to grab the comforter that had nearly been pushed off the end of the bed. After laying out the comforter on top of the Ajax, you crawled under the cover and spooned him from behind, making sure to not leave an inch between each other. You kissed the many freckles on his neck and shoulders until you too felt the weight of sleep closing in on you.

“Sleep well, My Darling Boy...”

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