#genshin tartaglia x reader
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Childe wasn't a big fan of the Tsaritsa's demand for him to find a wife, until he'd come upon the perfect girl for the job. You—a lady he knew in his childhood to be a horrible nuisance and demon on Earth. Not only would this marriage fulfill his duty, but would let him settle a long-time grudge as well. Little did he know, he stood more to gain from this partnership than he thought.
Childe x fem!reader II arranged marriage, angst? to fluff, childhood enemies to lovers, romance!
Childe was never one for romance, and especially not for commitment.
He just had so much else on his plate, much bigger dreams than that of settling down in a household and abandoning his place on the battlefield.
He was always looking ahead to a future of bloodshed, of power, of someday ruling the world.
That wasn't going to happen if a distraction stood in his way.
He would sometimes muse about having kids, loving the idea of continuing his lineage and watching a bunch of mini-me's run around, but ultimately, he decided his duty to the Tsaritsa would stand in the way of him being a good father. So he'd just have to settle for being an amazing uncle to the children his siblings would eventually have, spoiling them with presents at Christmas time and teaching them how to protect themselves out in the wild.
So when he was called into the Tsaritsa's throne room and received the news that a harbinger of his status was to be married, in order to keep up with regal airs the nobles of Snezhanaya, he was, respectfully, very unhappy.
"You'll be seen at balls and lead battalions. Your role must be carried with honor. Nobody will respect an old lonely man.", she claimed, then drew out a long, thin arm to hold his chin with a bony hand—long pointed nails pressing divots into his skin. Though her touch was frigid, she looked down at him with a certain fondness in her eyes, though the sincerity of it was undistinguishable. "You need a pretty thing by your side to elevate your status. You know I only want what's best for you.", she cooed, like she was addressing a child.
He new better than to disobey her commands, and something about the smoothness of her voice assured him that this was the right choice. He only nodded, though his fists clenched at his sides in dismay.
Childe read over the listed names of eligible young ladies for him to marry with contempt; scrolling through the meaningless last names and accompanying statures, ordered from top to bottom by how highly they stood in the totem pole of nobility. Like he cared where the girl would come from.
He felt guilt for the miserable thing that would have to marry him; though he could care less about who these women were, he believed that they deserved a partner that loved them, or at least a good man that could stand to take care of them. All they would be to him is a nuisance, a label which they had done nothing to earn.
Though, when he neared the end of the list, a section devoted to common folk who had certain merits like striking beauty or some sort of fame, that he found a name he recognized.
Your name.
Oh, how he remembered you.
You were the daughter of good friends of his parents. Your families would often gather for holidays or dinner parties, sharing what little they had in the name of kinship. The gatherings were lively, full of happiness and cheer...
But you had a certain countenance that stood out to him and branded your name into a special part of his brain to be remembered for the rest of his life.
You were a little brat was what you were.
Though you were only a toddler when he met you, having only just taken your first steps while he was already halfway through being eight, he found you to be the most insufferable little human he'd ever met.
Your parents would always gab and brag about what a good little girl you were; how you never cried or screamed, how you were sweet and patient and loving—a wonderful surprise for parents preparing for the "terrible two's.".
They had to be lying, because every time Ajax would come into view you'd immediately throw a fit, wailing and swiping at his face with a kind of rage an entire army of men could not match.
He had no idea why; he never touched you, or spoke to you, all he did upon your first meeting was draw back in repulse.
You weren't a pleasure to look at; with your beady little eyes and thick eyelashes that lined them, your thin eyebrows and piercing gaze. You looked like some haunted porcelain doll. And there was a certain consciousness behind your eyes that children your age were not supposed to have.
His little siblings were much cuter.
And he did not hesitate to say that.
"Tonia was a prettier baby. What's wrong with her?", he piped up, humiliating his mother and father who immediately scolded him for his rudeness. Your mother only laughed.
"Trust me, she'll be a beauty when she grows up. I won't be surprised when you come around here in sixteen years asking to marry her."
This started a little musing session between your mothers, giggling about the possibility of their children being wed and how wonderful that would be for their friendship and their families.
Meanwhile, Ajax was dwelling on how that would absolutely never happen—if the look on your face was any indicator.
You were red as a tomato, nose scrunched in distain as your eyes pierced his. Like you'd understood him.
How was he supposed to know babies could take offense?
Whether or not your infant brain could comprehend his words, your hatred was clear, and before he could react, your soft little hand went flying towards his face and landed with a resounding THWAP!
Even though you struck him, you immediately burst into tears, bawling crocodile tears that ran down your face and dripped off of your chin.
All of the adults in the room immediately ran to your aid, hushing and petting you while scorning Ajax for "tormenting the poor girl."
Never before had he felt so cheated.
That begun his feud with a two year old.
Your detest for one another ran deep. So much so that every gathering between your families ended in you receiving plenty of sneaky pinches to your fat baby skin and him risking a bald spot with the amount of hair you'd rip out of his head.
It was a nightmare you could walk too, since you'd often seek him out just to babble in annoyance and tug at the knee of his trousers.
"See? Look at how much she likes you!", his mother would coo, but he knew better. Your grappling with his pants was your pea-brained strategy to get him to bend down and remove you so you could bop him one on the nose.
He swore you were such a strong baby. He'd rather take a hit from a club than suffer the force that your tiny fists could bring down on his head.
That's why you were the perfect girl to be his wife
If he were to marry any other woman, the guilt of leaving her alone at home for long stretches of time, depriving her of having the good husband she deserves rather than a man who could never love her, would be overwhelming.
Sure, he was a monster, but he wasn't about to let some innocent bystander be collateral damage.
But you? The evil, horrible little wench you are? You more than deserved it.
In his mind, he'd actually be doing his fellow man a favor by saving an unsuspecting bachelor from accidentally marrying a grisly thing like you.
So, although his retainers were already in the process of scheduling meetings with his potential brides, he plucked your name from the list without hesitation.
"Set the wedding date. I'll have that one."
The organizers looked between themselves warily, deciding whether or not they should challenge him on this monumental decision.
"And nothing too grand—it'll just be family.", he cooly added, leaning back in his chair to rest his feet upon his desk and crushing the list of names under his dirty boots.
In the end, the harbinger always gets what he wants, so his retainers retreated with quiet nods and quick steps.
Though Childe acted aloof towards the decision to have you as his bride, when the day of the wedding actually arrived and he found himself standing at the altar of a small church in Mosepok—his home town, his palms were sweating and eyes darting around nervously. He shifted his weight on his feet as the congregation waited for you to enter; this was supposed to be a small ceremony, but leave it to his mother and father's proud announcements to their friends and neighbors to draw a crowd. As his eyes scanned the faces of those who'd known him in his youth, he realized near all of the small port town was packed into the pews. He wracked his brain for the answer as to why these people would want to watch their old town troublemaker's union, but he supposed it would be the most interesting thing to happen in the town since his era of delinquency.
It was a miracle that the budget the Fatui gave Childe for this wedding greatly superseded the amount he'd needed for the original plan of a small gathering; it was more than enough to feed the whole town for a night, which actually brought a flicker of joy to Childe's chest.
He was pleased that he could give back to the community that handled him like a family in his childhood.
But that flicker was immediately quenched when the creaking sound of the heavy oak doors that led into the chapel reverberated through the room—revealing the silhouette cast in white of his bride.
His stomach turned with anxiety. Childe had led battalions into what could be considered suicide missions if not for their miraculous victorious outcome, and yet, somehow, the fear he felt standing in front of a girl that, though she may not be small by definition, definitely looked so standing next to him, significantly surpassed that of which he's ever felt.
His cold body shook like he stood inches from death.
Suddenly, he remembered the fury your little body had when you were only a baby, and it dawned on him that you've only gotten bigger, smarter, stronger. A little arbiter of the apocalypse couldn't have grown into the meek woman he imagined, if anything, her bloodlust grew with age.
What did he get himself into? Was he an idiot? Did he, blinded by his scheming for revenge, land himself in a lion's den?
With a light tap on the shoulder from the priest, he jolted out of his stupor and found you standing in front of him already, suddenly remembering that he was now to lift your veil.
His hands shook as he reached out, bracing himself for the hideous face he'd been forced to associate with at every friendly gathering between your parents in childhood, and now, due to his own brashness, would have to associate with every time he returned home or attended public events.
He took a deep breath and shut his eyes as he took the fabric between his white-knuckled fingers and threw the thing up and over your head. The procession hummed with awe and approval—some more boisterous men from the docks whistling, to which their wives jabbed an elbow into their ribs.
The sounds of adoration resounding from the audience perplexed Childe, drawing his interest and encouraging him to open one wary eye and peek at you.
But his cautious peek grew into an owlish gawking and dropped jaw when the woman before him shined like an angel.
This couldn't have been the girl he knew in her infancy; her once-beady eyes now twinkled like stars, her red puffy face was now sculpted and the only remnants of her discoloration resided in dusted pink pigments on her cheeks. They were so perfectly placed that they could be mistaken for a painting by an artist with a keen eye. He pried his gaze from your enrapturing eyes to ogle your lips—plushy and inviting. He'd give anything to kiss a gorgeous woman like you.
And he remembered with an unexpected delight that he would by the end of this ceremony.
Before he knew it, the soft ring of your voice settled upon his ears. Having been caught in a trance, he hadn't realized the procession already arrived at your vows.
He only tuned in after the opening sentences of your declaration had passed, your words blurred by his reverie.
"I promise to wait for you when you go and embrace you when you return; to make a warm, solace of a home for you that you can always come back to, whether there be a roof over our heads or not. I promise to follow you through this life and meet you in the next, to be by your side when you need me, no matter how far apart we may be forced to exist. I promise to love you and only you, to be true as long as your ring encloses my finger, and promise to keep it there forever. I will take your family into my arms just as you will me, care for them—as they are an extension of you, to love them just as I do you. I'll hold you ever close to my heart, speak to you with nothing but kindness, recognize your face as that of my partner in life, my one and only, and..."
Childe jumped when he felt your warm hand sneak up on his and gingerly intertwine your fingers, to which he did not resist, nor want to.
"I promise to love you as you are; no matter how much the years we spend together may change us."
To his puzzlement, Childe felt a certain wetness roll down his cheek, causing him to look up at the skylight above the both of you to check if it was raining. When another droplet ran down the other side of his face, he realized he was crying.
Childe never cried, he couldn't even remember the last time it had happened; maybe it was sometime when he was a boy, but the memory simply did not exist. These were not tears shed in misery, they were spurred by your words of devotion, words he'd never been blessed with before. He truly wondered now if you may be divine, but all he beheld of you told him you were, in fact, human, and not a vision of absolution sent from the heavens above.
You tilted your head to the side and blinked your dollish eyelashes at him, obviously waiting for something, to which he remembered that is was now his turn.
He had neglected to write vows beforehand or memorize the traditional vows spoken by couples bound by marriage as an arrangement. He had, in fact, planned on skipping the process altogether, but your profession of love caught him off guard and incentivized him to speak his own.
So, with a blank mind, he resorted to letting the few truths he knew spill from his mouth.
"I'd only known you during our childhoods, but how you've blossomed and changed has..."
He had never been one for words, so making something up on the spot in front of quite literally a hundred people was daunting. His voice seized with trepidation, but he took a breath and moved forward.
"Has...left me speechless. My mind is empty, and all I can think of now is...that I am blessed."
He swallowed a lump in his throat and continued, struck by your endearing gaze on him—it made his voice quiver as it resounded from his chest.
"I'd assumed I knew you, but it's clear to me now that I have so much more to learn."
He unconsciously squeezed your hand for comfort, and, with a gentle smile on your face, you reassuringly squeezed back; making him sigh and yearn to feel more of you—imagining that you felt like warm cotton, soft and homey, something he could bury himself in and happily stay there for eternity.
"And I want to learn it. I...want to spend my whole life in awe of you, discovering as much as I can, knowing you like I know myself."
He could not hesitate before he blurted his next statement, his voice getting carried away from him and spilling his most personal beliefs.
"And loving you as you love me."
Your cheeks turned an even brighter shade of pink, and your eyes glimmered as your perfect lips stretched into an even more enticing smile. He could hear your soft, happy sigh, a sound that not even the priest beside the two of you could catch, almost like a secret meant just for him.
Your sweetness enthralled him like nothing he'd ever experienced— slowly convincing him that you very well may be the best thing that's ever happened to him.
"I'll take care of you.", he promised, and meant it. "I'll spend the rest of my life ensuring your safety and happiness. Despite what you promised before, I will always put a roof over your head. You'll be forever warm and safe. I will fight for you, die for you, do anything you ask. You will want for nothing as long as you're mine."
His vow had come upon its conclusion with one final promise he all but growled, like it was somehow in danger of being broken—that he would go to any length to protect.
"And you will forever be mine."
His pause at the end indicated to the priest that the his vow had ended, and the way your lips parted in wonder and your wide eyes remained locked on his made him want to lean in and kiss you like every inch of his body burned to do. But he had to, begrudgingly, wait; hoping the ceremony would end as soon as possible so he could finally have you to himself and ask you all the questions he was dying for the answers to.
Did you really mean what you said? He sure did, and he didn't even know he had the capacity to not only promise, but want, desperately so, the fulfill the oaths he had declared to you.
Soon enough, the priest announced it was now time for the bestowing of the rings—a symbol of the bond you will share for eternity.
As the ring bearer, Childe's dear brother, Teucer, brought the rings resting on a white silk pillow over to the altar and held it over his head while he balanced on his tippy toes so the two of you could reach the rings with ease. Childe immediately felt awash in shame. All he'd purchased for you was a simple silver band—no precious gems, no original detailing, just a band. He didn't expect to want to take pride in the symbol of his loyalty you'd wear for him on your finger. He'd get you a new one, a better one—one he could admire as he kissed your hand, held it with adoration and smoothed his fingers over it.
But although the ring fell below expectations, there was no disappointment on your face. You barely glanced at it, your eyes trained on his face with a fondness he'd never received before. Your gaze had his heart spilling over with exaltation.
You took his hand in yours and slipped the perfectly fitted ring around his finger, giving it a small squeeze when you were done—as if to brand your affection deep into his hand.
He returned the gesture, taking your other hand in his and, carefully, securing the ring around your finger as well; he breathed a sigh of relief and felt a weight he hadn't known was resting on his shoulders alleviate. His heart thundered in his chest, threatening to leap out in a desperate attempt to be ever closer to yours.
The priest spoke, but his voice was drowned out by Childe's inner voice, wailing for you.
All he could register was the sound of your silver bell-like voice, piercing through the fog in his head like a star's light in the void of the night sky above.
"I do.", you said.
He couldn't tell if he'd rushed ahead of the priest's announcement of his turn or not, but he followed your statement blindly.
"I do.", he whispered ardently, brushing the backs of those precious hands of yours softly with his thumbs.
After the final blurb recited by the priest, a sentiment he couldn't bring himself to listen to in his anticipation, he finally heard the words he'd been waiting for.
"You may now kiss the bride."
Without a moment of delay, he brought both of his hands up to cup your cheeks, a look of ache in his face as it felt like you had reached an invisible hand into his chest and gripped his heart, and kissed you.
Fervently, passionately kissed you.
It took your breath away, left you panting when he finally pulled away after remembering he was, in fact, in front of his parents and broader community.
But cheers sang from the crowd for your union as he led you back down the steps of the altar and out of the church, eyes trained on your feet with your hand secured in his—watching carefully as you descended to make sure you wouldn't fall. He treated you as if you were sculpted from crystal glass.
After the two of you crossed the threshold out of the church as one, Childe gently tugged your hand to draw you closer so that he could whisper in your ear.
"Could we take a walk in the garden?"
While the guests made their way to the reception hall for their lavish dinner, you and Childe strolled through the church's garden together, hands still intertwined as the two of you gazed at the various winter shrubs and evergreen trees sprinkled with snow. It was beautiful in its own kind of way; the way life persevered through otherwise uninhabitable conditions, how even the bear oak trees existed as intricate silhouettes against the grey sky—providing cover as the sun sank down and gave way to a grim dusk, it was wonderful, and in this moment, it was yours to share.
The two of you came to a halt at a marble bench next to a large, frozen fountain, adorned with swirling details and moulding from an older, more fanciful era. He swiped off the snow that had built on top of the bench, then removed his large, fur-lined cloak to rest on the surface. He led you down to sit on it, having fashioned a dry, warm seat for you as he stood.
"Won't you be cold?"
"I'll be fine.", he assured you. He'd grown used to the frigid air of his home country, having entered various conflicts with nothing but thin linen to cover him for the sake of his movements not being burdened by thick, heavy fabric.
"Thank you.", you spoke, softly, and the words warmed his chest more than any coat could.
He stood there for a long moment, just taking in the sight of you. He just couldn't believe you were real, and couldn't believe you were his at so little a cost—he'd done nothing but bellyache and pluck your name off of a paper, and somehow the situation ended up being the best decision of his life. He'd found someone that claimed to truly, deeply love him by sheer chance.
And that thought brought him to the question that had been weighing on his mind since your vows.
"Did you really mean what you said?", he asked, quietly, hesitantly. After the words left his mouth, he wished he'd never said them. He didn't want to know the answer; if he could live in a fantasy where a miracle like you truly adored him, he'd seize the opportunity and hold it close to his heart for the rest of his life. He felt like such a fool.
"Of course I did.", you chuckled, like the question was ridiculous.
"I thought you hated me.", he confessed, his curiosity for your change of heart getting the best of him when he knew better than to ask too many questions. You only quirked your head and blinked at him, indicating that he needed to clarify. "When we were younger, you acted like you wanted my head on a stick."
To that admission, you laughed heartily. It was a lovely sound, one his mind would no doubt play on repeat in his darkest of times, sending sparks to his heart that would keep him moving forward—back to you so he could hear it again and again. "I was a toddler, dear. I didn't understand my feelings! And you were pretty nasty to me, too.", you said with a playful, pointed look.
The term of endearment made his heart bubble, craving to hear you say it again, but his mind was desperate for more answers. "But...how did you...", he coughed awkwardly, "fall for me?".
His carefully spoken question only made you giggle once again, but you could understand his confusion.
"Oh, Ajax. You were the most entertaining person I've ever met. I know we fought, but I remembered your presence in my life so fondly. And I'd look at pictures of us from our old gatherings, where our parents would force you to hold me on your lap and smile, or take candid shots of us chasing each other around, and I'd wish for you to come back so we could fight again.", you laughed at the memory. "I thought of you all the time, you know. And, as I grew older and life passed by, I'd keep looking back on those photos and...", your cheeks turned even redder than the chilly air had already done, flushing your cheeks and nose. After this conversation, Childe would make sure to rush you inside so you could warm up by a hearth. "Well, my heart would beat for you. And I wished you would come back for different reasons...so I could see you again and fall in love with the man you've become."
Childe gulped in shame. He knew the man he'd become was...cruel. Wicked. He'd never thought so little of himself than when he stood before you, your glorious, pure eyes assessing him like Celestia would upon the day of his death.
But how you looked on at him was not in judgement, but affection. "And when I met you at the altar, I did. I truly did."
He was so swayed by your words, so caught up in your devotion, that though he knew he was undeserving, he leaned down and connected your lips with his once again; his large hands warmed you where they caressed your cheek and the side of your neck, his lips thawing your frozen ones. The flavor of you was intoxicating, but as much as he wanted to prolong this moment, your icy skin pushed him to get you inside immediately.
So he drew back, drawing the most angelic whine of protest from your lips. It made him grin in pride.
"Let's warm you up, huh?"
Though you wanted to stay in the privacy of this isolated garden, continue to live in this moment that only existed for the two of you, you couldn't deny how you shivered and your stomach growled. It was time for your reception, and you couldn't keep your guests waiting.
So you, albeit reluctantly, let Ajax pull you up into his arms and throw his cloak around the both of you before taking you back to the church where he married you, now entering sharing one heart, one life, one love. Forever.
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wake up [childe x reader]
im writing childe again as an annual sacrifice to lose on his banner for c5 jean or tighnari also miss manipulative yet sweet little husband childe [continuation of this]
tagging @cheolinn @duskamethyst @crashed-wing
cw dubcon, manipulative childe, pregnant reader, wee bit of somnophilia, female receiving oral, not so descriptive penetrative sex, mention of breeding kink, stockholm syndromish, homicidal thoughts (childe)
ajax is ridiculous throughout your pregnancy.
you found yourself dodging him ever so often but would it work with your stubborn husband? never. your cold shoulder meant he just had to work a little hard, aggressive with no subtlety. to him, you must just be a little cranky with his busy schedule. serving tsaritsa is might be a priority but for you, he was willing to make an exception.
he’s suffocating.
hovering over you, berating everything you do as if you haven’t been doing this for the past 57 day to be exact. “stop, i’m just pregnant. leave me alone,” you muttered angrily, eyes didn’t even leave the chopping board holding off to the herbs you were about to chop. ajax knew well than to mess with an angry woman holding a knife.
“my love, you are going in your second trimester, you should be resting. what kind of husband am i if i’m not helping my sweet sweet wife.”
you turned around, annoyance was all your face could convey to his nonsense, “well for once, if you would’ve learn to control yourself, i wouldn’t need to be carrying a baby for 9 months.” his laughter echoed the small cottage as you found yourself trapped between the counter, a hard place and your charming husband. his bare hands, sight you rarely seen brushed gently against your cheeks. your tensed body immediately relaxed as if it was trained to respond as such to his touch. “now, now, that wouldn’t be so husbandly of me if i couldn’t get my wife knocked up, wouldn’t i?” his lips brushed your own so lightly but it was your reaction that made the man marveled in excitement. you were reaching for more.
“oh, did my wife miss me?”
you bit your tongue, “shut up and quit bothering me.”
ajax feigned a small pout, fishing for your sympathy as he rested his forehead against yours. his cold eyes were wide with joy, being nuisance to you was his choice of bantering. he missed this dearly, contemplating more sabbatical leaves to spend more time with you. his thumb brushed against your lower lips as his finger hooked under your chin, forcing your gaze up on him. “i told you,” he clicked his tongue, “i will lessen the bothering after our third child. fifth if you want to completely stop, i will definitely shut my mouth.”
he felt something sharp against his chest. looking down, you slammed the knife flat, palm on the handle against where his heart laid. your hand looked so small compared to the knife,“just cook.”
you waddled away, tossing the apron on the counter. you felt his gaze against your body but it was his words that gave you the shivers.
“i’ll still have it, y/n. after our sweet firstborn is out, i will only give you few months of break, and then i’ll breed the second one right back in ya.”
you knew it well that the threat isn’t empty.
it was adorable that 30 minutes later, he found you completely out in the baby room, resting against the nice sofa by the window with a book on your laps. it seemed that the book is reading you and not the other way around. my poor exhausted wife, he thought fondly. he leaned against the door, arms across the chest as his eyes roamed. how could he resist the idea of pumping you full of his child when you look so adorable and cute?
something twitched in him.
his boots creaked heavy against the floor. winter must be brutal on you after years in the land of freedom. you surely missed the sunny breeze against your skin, his finger brushing lightly against your thigh, hiking your dress higher. a soft oh escaped his lips as his eyes widened in excitement. down on both knees, his lips planted butterfly kisses along the inside watching as you squirmed and sighed. the book long forgotten, laying on the floor as he ventured deeper. you must have been thinking of how none of your complaints were heard by him. ajax just didn’t think that it would be true; you’re not just gonna be walking around with nothing underneath just because the waistband hurts. he felt sorry for doubting you, apologizing in the way he knew best with a kiss in your mound.
“sorry baby, shh just sleep,” he hushed as he yanked you by the legs forward, spreading your legs further. you whined, drowsy in exhaustion.
he was sorry indeed. with arms both underneath your thighs, holding you in place, he burrowed deeper. on his archon’s name, he couldn’t understand how you could taste this delicious on his tongue. ajax could no longer go for the soft gentle licks, he was ravishing you. when he was not running his tongue along your slit, teasing your throbbing holes with his pointed tongue, he kept his lips latched around the puffy clit. with every whines and sighs, he kept his grips on your soft thighs tighter.
his heart swelled and his cock twitched when his name slipped out of your tongue so gently. even in your dream, he was haunting you. except this wasn’t a dream and ajax was really going to town. he would kill for you to wake up, listening to your sweet begging of no and not here.
he has no sense of patience and politeness.
he would keep you gagged with his cock down your throat underneath the table, pounding you in the corner of the dark alley of the busiest holiday night in town and here he is, trying to fuck you in your newborn’s room. he lives for the lusty fearful eyes of yours as he drives deeper in you. releasing your clit with a soft pop, his fingers went busy around the belt. he was leaking through the light pants, managed only to open it halfway before giving it a quick tug. he never asked, you knew better than to protest what was his. he rubbed the hardened cock against your slit, watching frenzied in lust as your face contorted in pleasure.
“oh, y/n,” he called gleefully, planting kisses on your nose, “you better wake up or you’ll miss it.”
his kissed ticked your. your eyes opened lightly, startled by your husband’s face directly on your face. “miss what?” you asked confusedly. your pretty voice laced in exhaustion and sleep.
ajax smiled gleefully and your heart sank. “fuck, ajax!”your eyes shot opened as he pushed his whole length in. not giving you a single warning, not even easing in slowly, the fucked up blissed look in his face as he was fully sheathed in your cunt. you came just by his penetration, much to his content. your legs beside his figure trembled as you fisted his red shirt. “fucking warn me first,” you cried, his hungrily lips reached your own. you tasted yourself, face flushing violently as you realised what had happen. your eyed rolled back at the feeling of his tongue brushing against your own. “hm, what about warning me first if you decide to walk around without a panties? what if someone see it? they’ll take advantage of my sweet pregnant wife,” he mocked, withdrawing his hips back and slamming forward, “my poor helpless wife, can’t have people know that they got the tightest cunt in town, can’t i?” you threw your head back in pleasure, tears pooling in your eyes from pain turned into a pleasure down your cheeks. he occupied your neck, lapping and biting your skin. sucking until marks formed where your heart pounded heavily underneath his tongue. until he was satisfied, until his hands took over around the column to bring your eyes back to his.
“don’t. do. it. again,” he hissed, emphasizing each words with the harsh thrust into your cunt, “not when i’m not around. or i will kill anyone who sets their eyes on you. don’t tell me you got off to the thoughts of me killing someone for you, my wife?”
his hips slowed down and you immediately shook your head, tongue building courage to mutter no. you watched as his face softened immediately, happily kissing you with his hips snapping harsh enough you could feel your second coming. he knew it. with the way you were breathing heavily, acting so obediently with his ridiculous orders and the pussy tightening against his cock, you were about to cum. “a-ajax! i can’t,” you whined, gasping for air he knocked out with every fucks. “s-slow down please.” your feet pressed against his side, struggling to slow his pace.
“sorry baby, i want you to cum on my cock. not even a chance,” he chuckled, lapping on the salty droplet against your cheeks, “come on baby, you’re tightening around my cock, give it in.” your cries echoed the small room, sofa creaked against the wooden floor taking the brunt of his harsh thrusts. your dress was like a thin paper shredded, exposing your bare skin he yearned the most. lapping hungrily on your sensitive, hardened bud. with every gaze of his fangs, you cursed him in your mother tongue. it could only make him more feral. you could feel his pelvic grinding against yours.
ajax is attractive when he’s about to cum.
his daze was feral yet soft, glistening with lust. his soft locks stick to his face and every time it became troublesome, he pushed it back. you couldn’t help the stare to count the speckles of freckles that kissed his face and wondered how many times had his past lover kissed him there. was it you? his face softened when your fingers rested itself against his face. he enjoyed it. his smile grew wider and so did the wrinkles around the corner of his eyes. “someone’s staring,” he teased, almost panting the words out of breath. you didn’t say anything, brushing a line you were certain once was a bleeding scar you nursed to heal.
he ruined your life, dragged you back here and imprisoned you but how can you hate him? deep inside you, you knew you made him mad. you drove him away and now his child grew in your womb and your found it more of a bliss than a punishment. your body tensed, nails dug deep in his shoulder blade. you didn’t make a sound, holding your breath. you came again but it almost feel like an out of body experience.
“y/n, come back to me,” his raspy voice against your ears startled you. you didn’t realise how you end up on his laps, on the floor arms tight around him with his hips were more forgiving this time. ajax breathed a sigh of relief, “there you are. wow, you’re so easy to break there, sweetheart, i thought i lost ya for a sec.” his eyes search your face, flushed and full of bliss. “do you want me to stop?” he asked, brushing your drool away, cleaning your face with concern.
“you didn’t finish,” you mumbled, confusion etched on your face.
“i don’t have too, are you okay?”
you pushed him off, watching as his soft ginger locks splayed on the floor. his brows jolted up in surprise, “y/n,” he warned, holding you up by the waist. a soft curse escaped his lips as he felt the walls tightening against his length. you love it, the way your name escaped his tongue. his moans echoed the room now as your hips moved. his cries and the way his grips tightened against your flesh every time your hips snapped up and down. he was getting sensitive, eager to finish, his hips moving upward to match your pace. his hand, it roamed. holding on to your arm, grabbing a handful of your growing breast but when he finally came, it sat against your growing belly. you gasped, feeling overwhelmed and full as he painted your inside wide, not a single drop wasted.
the room was quieter now. you both sat attached, struggling to catch the breath you knocked out of each other. you watched as his fingers trembled around the buttons. he shed the shirt off before sitting up, carefully wrapping you in his warm shirt. you said nothing, letting him rest your head against his chest. you listened to his rapid heart pounded, his fingers brushing your back with every breath you took you swore his heart skipped a beat. you sat there long before he kissed your forehead and sat you back on the sofa.
“stay here, let me grab you some clean clothes and something to clean you up.”
you yawned, shrugging nonchalantly, “nothing with waistbands, no underwear.”
ajax beamed in excitement, his smirk grew wider as he watched your face flushed warmer, “oh, trust me, you are not wearing anything after that.”
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Sorry I got another idea 😼 this is an au idea
Childe being your roommate and having to deal with your constant shouts during the night because you’re a gamer. So he does little things to make you keep quiet, they usually don’t work.
One day, he has enough and says your screaming over stupid video games is keeping him from sleeping. And you, being a little shit, say, “Then why don’t you be the cause of my screams~?”
But Childe is also a little shit so he fucks you until you’re apologizing for being such a brat. But it’s also not the last time he fucks you, now when you play video games, you have to cock warm him. He loves fucking into you whenever your team is about to win, you make the cutest sounds.
Okok,,,, what if over time he finds himself getting off to your voice and that's what causes such an extreme reaction from him- well, extreme in that usually you'd expect someone to just, y'know, maybe punch ya for bein too loud, not shove their cock balls deep in ya. Even better if he ONLY does the cockwarming when you're playing a multiplayer game- imagine playing something like phasmophobia with proximity voice chat with some friends, trying not to moan as your friends can literally hear you but also so the ghost doesn't kill you. If you manage to keep quiet during moments like that, he'll reward you by railing you into the mattress (tbf he was gonna do that anyways but he won't be as degrading <3)
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“i’m mad at you” feat. tartaglia
✧ summary : after a few too many broken promises to be home on time from sparring with whoever it was this time (honestly, you wouldn’t have cared if he was actually doing his harbinger duties), you finally get angry at him. though he seems to know how to calm you down.
✧ warnings : nsfw?? it’s suggestive. mdni i guess idk it just makes me uncomfy. teasing. ajax the little shit we love him. idk i’ve never had to write a content warning before
✧ pairing : tartaglia x reader
first crack at writing on tumblr, don’t judge me too harshly😭
Ajax was amused, if not a little surprised, when you weren’t waiting for him in the living room like you usually did if you happened to get home before him. And he knew you were, in fact, home: your coat was hung up by the door.
He found you in the bedroom. Already in bed? Before he could join you? You were either sick or…
“Do not.” Your voice cut the silence as he was leaning down to kiss your forehead.
“Oh?” Now he really was amused…
…because you were mad at him.
“This is the fifth time this week.” You explained, rather cryptically in his opinion but he knew what you meant. He was late to get home for the fifth time this week and it was Friday, the fifth day of the week.
Perhaps you felt neglected, perhaps you were just annoyed that his exact words had been “I promise I’ll be home at the right time tonight so we can spend some time together”. Whatever it was, you were annoyed and you were going to let him know it.
It wasn’t like he’d made a sacred pinky promise, of course, but coming second to the thrill of fighting was becoming irritating for you. And the fact that he was a man of his word in every other aspect of his life just really irked you. Why was it different when he promised to come home on time?
“Hey, I’ll make it up to you.” He suppressed his chuckle as he got himself undressed and ready for bed. He caught you peeking at him from where you were lying, but he didn’t give you an indication that he knew you were looking apart from flexing the muscles in his back slightly more than necessary when he pulled his shirt over his head. Maybe the show would do well to appease your anger, so he decided to ditch the pyjama shirt and bottoms he usually wore and opted to just stay in a pair of boxers.
“You can make it up to me by sleeping on the couch.” You mumbled, and he was glad he had his back to you so you didn’t see the little smirk on his face. He knew you didn’t exactly mean it, but you might decide you did if you saw how entertained he was by your irritation.
“Hey now,” he failed to restrain his amused giggle, “hear me out, will you? You wouldn’t deny a request from your beloved, would you?”
“My beloved doesn’t seem to love me much since he barely wants to see me but I’ll think about it.”
If your words stung at all, he didn’t react as he got into the bed next to you. He managed to coax you into turning around to face him. You gave him an entirely unamused expression on your face when you caught his boyish smile.
“What more could I ask for?” He grinned.
You just rolled your eyes at him. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m mad at you.”
“I can’t help it. I love you too much.”
Oh, this man.
“Well I’m angry at you.” You replied monotonously, but it made your heart flutter to hear him say that with such a pretty smile.
“You look so cute when you pout.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “Ajax.” You tried your very best to put your best warning tone on.
“...And even cuter when you growl like that...”
“You’re so irritating.”
“You love it.”
“I don’t know why.”
“Because deep down you know that I'm the one for you.”
You couldn’t find it in you to cringe when he said it with such intent. “Poor me.” You tsked.
“That's right, poor you, because I've stolen your heart and I'm not giving it back.” He teased, smirking at you like he knew he’d already won.
You narrowed your glare again. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Oh, I'm sorry, did my expression bother you? How about I show you how sorry I am, love?” He moved closer to you in the bed.
You were already blushing when he was nose to nose with you. “Hey, I’m still mad at you!”
“Oh, is that so? Then please, continue to be mad at me so I can apologise properly.” He couldn’t help but chuckle as he rolled you into your back and moved himself so he leaned over you, with himself between your legs.
“I am.” You glowered at him when his face was directly above yours.
“You won’t be for much longer.” He practically purred.
“Try me.” You mumbled.
“I can't think of a better challenge. Oh, but first, please close your pretty eyes.”
It seemed an odd time to be requesting that. You raised your eyebrow at him confusedly, “why?”
“Just do it.” You didn’t miss the mischievous glint in his eyes, paired with his signature boyish smirk.
With an exasperated sigh and a roll of your eyes, you closed your eyes like he asked. You weren’t really that mad anymore; he felt and looked far too nice for your anger to remain. You were just very aware that he’d be far too smug about it if you admitted it was so easy for him to calm you down.
You felt him lean down and press his lips to your neck. It was such a simple gesture, yet you…
“I can feel that.” Ajax whispered, oh so softly. “Your heart beating faster. You’re getting warmer.”
“Are you trying to seduce me?” You feigned being unaffected, but this man knew you better than you might’ve even known yourself.
“It’s working, isn’t it?”
“I’m still mad at you.” You mumbled half heartedly, because truthfully you couldn’t even remember why you were mad in the first place. Not when he was this close. Not when his hand that he wasn’t leaning on was now on your thigh.
His breath fanned your neck, but his lips didn’t quite touch yet.
“No you’re not.” He chuckled smugly, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your neck. “What’s this? I can feel how hot you’re getting. Is it because of me?”
“You’re annoying.” You sighed dramatically.
His hand on your leg moved a bit higher and further towards your inner thigh. “I don’t feel you trying to leave.”
“I’ll bite you.” You warned.
“You’re welcome to try.” He muttered into your neck, kissing up to your ear. “In the meantime, let me apologise.”
Maybe you should “get mad” at him more often. He’s very good at apologising.
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‘’moon cycle’’
A/n:As the title already hints,this fic is about periods and how the genshin men will comfort you during that time.
Warnings:period s*x,(had to censore due to tumblr being a pain in the ass)fingering,eating out,comfort/fluff,!dom reader on kaveh’s part,use of condom but not metioned,!afab reader.
Itto
👹itto is scared out of his mind when he saw you curled up in bed as you wrapped yourself with the blanket.
👹He immediatly rushed into the room,shaking you thinking you were dead,until he heard you yell back at him to stop shaking you.
👹Sitting up a bit,you immediatly tell him what’s going on with you and in typical itto fashion he doesnt know how periods work.So you start explaining it to him since you will be sending him out to get you some pads/tampons soon.
nsfw
👹itto is not disquisted by blood in the slightest.
👹the only reason he was hesitant about having intercourse with you during your period,it was because he is worried that he will hurt you accidentally since he needs a lot of preparation.
👹but seeing how much you wanted it,who was he to say no to you.
👹‘‘Ah~Itto~’‘you moaned as itto rolled his hips into yours in a steady pace,scared to speed up as he might hurt you more than you were already hurting.
‘‘faster itto~’you whined at him as you got used to his pace and wanting more.
‘‘are you sure?’‘he said his voice showing visible signs of hesitantion and concern
‘‘YES~come on itto~’‘you begged him desperetly as he stopped moving for a good minute.
listening to your command itto sped up his pace into a fractic one,satisfiying your need,each of his thrust pushing you closer to your orgasm.The knot in your stomach ready to snap at any moment.
‘‘fuck~im cumming’‘you screamed out,your walls squeezing his cock,making itto let out a groan.
With one last thrust you finally reached your orgasm,giving you a sense of euphoria and liberation from the pain you felt before,calming your stiff body.Itto laid next to you pulling you into his arms as he mumbled over and over if you are feeling anything.
🏛kaveh
🏛Kaveh is not as scared as itto is but hes concerned about seeing you in such bad state , specially when he saw you rush to the bathroom first thing in the morning cletching your stomach.
🏛he causiosly approached your crurled up frame at your side of the bed and with a soft spoken voice he asks you if you need him to help you or do anything for you while you werent able to.
🏛kaveh has some knowledge of what periods are but he didnt expect that it will have that much of an impact to your everyday life.
nsfw
🏛Kaveh is also someone who is not scared or disquisted by blood but he is hesitant at first.
🏛He asked you multiple times if you were sure and comfortable with the two of you having sex together even though you were the one that proposed the idea.
🏛Until you push him to the bed as you climb on top of him.his face turning red it was the first time he has seen you this desperate.....
🏛Pushing Kaveh to your bed as you climb on top,catching him off guard as he laid there frozen for a bit . It was the first time he saw you being this dominant in bed.
Wasting no time your cunt ached to take his cock inside you,your mind only filled with lustful thoughts as you grind yourself on his cock,you could hear kaveh whimper at your action as he grew painfully hard.
Getting impatient,using one hand,you grabbed his cock placing the head right at your entrance as you slowly started to lower yourself.You could feel your walls parting the more you took him in,your cunt practicly sucking him in.
Waiting for a bit you adjusted to his size before you start to bounce up and down on kaveh’s cock.Placing a hand on kaveh’s neck,giving it a soft squeeze,turning kaveh into moaning mess.He placed his own hands on your waist helping you with your balance,keeping you still.You picked up the pace of your hips as you used kaveh as your personal toy.
‘‘fuck fuck fuck~’‘you moaned out,kaveh letting out a groan as you felt him getting closer to his climax.The same could be said about you as you impaled yourself one last time before the both of you finished.
Finishing one time wasnt enough for you, your body ached for more.Catching your breath for the moment before you started to go up and down resuming your pace.You see kaveh throwing his head back as his body jolted from being overstimulated
‘‘use me as you wish~’‘you hear him say from beneath you with a shaky voice acompanied with moaning and whimpering.
🌱Alhaitham
🌱Alhaitham knew something was up with you before he even left the house.After he came back he realized you were still in bed.At first he thought you were sick but the more thinking he did, he came to a conclusion that you might be pregnant.
🌱He wasnt worried to become a father,it was going to happen sooner or later but then you called out to him when you realized he was back home and demanded him to buy you some chocolate,he immediatly realized that you werent pregnant.
🌱Getting you what you wanted,he laid next to you,puling you closer to his chest and placing your head on his chest as you both laid together.
nsfw
🌱Alhaitham has read in one of his books that intercourse can help with cramps.
🌱so he was the one to proposed the idea to you.He is ok with whatever you choose.
🌱when you told him that you wanted to try and see if this information actually works or not.
🌱laying on Alhaitham,your back pressing against his chest,your legs over his keeping them spread.Alhaitham right hand resting on your inner thigh as it went slowly up teasing you in the process.
‘‘please~alhaitham~’‘you begged for his touch.Listening to your begging Alhaitham used his middle finger to spread your folds using the blood as lube coating his finger with it before he slowly pushed it in.He took his time with you,letting you adjust.
‘‘do you feel any pain?Do you want me to continue’‘He asked you making sure you were fine with what he was doing and making sure you werent in any pain.
‘‘Alhaitham i’m fine dont worry’‘you reasured him as you start to feel desperate and wanting him to just move his finger already.Upon hearing your reply alhaitham started to move his finger and out of you at a lazy pace.
‘‘More~please~’‘you whined at him once more as you grew eager.Alhaitham picked up the speed of his finger into a faster one,earning a moan from you.Using his free hand,placing it on your clit as he started to draw circles on it,sending shivers down your spine.Your breathing became heavier almost like you were holding yyour breathing.Your walls squeezed his fingers,indicating that you were closer to finishing
‘‘i’m cumming~’‘you said,rising your body as alhaitham fucked you with his fingers through your orgasm,making your whole body shake and jolt your hips forward.
🐋Childe/Tartaglia
🐋Ajax has an older sister so of course he knows what periods are.
🐋so when he saw how bad you were feeling.He went out and came back with a backet full of snacks,chocolate and some flowers acompanied with a glass of water and some painkillers.
🐋he lets you use his hands as heat pads as he rubs your lower back helping you to ease the pain.
nsfw
🐋It’s not the first time the two of you have had sex during your period.
🐋Hes not afraid of blood at all,he basicly returns after his missions covered in it so you are not suprised
🐋He checks up on you too see if you are on or you want him to stop at any moment since hes a rough lover
🐋your legs wrapped around childe’s head,his hands wrapped around your thighs just in case you doont accidentally squeeze his head as hes eating you out.
Ajax placed his tongue right on your clit drawing circles around it before sucking on it softly,making you whimper in response,childe smirked against your cunt,hearing the sounds that you were making it was music to his ears,seeing that he had you already trembling before he has even started
Moving his tongue from your clit to your hole and up to your clit again with broad strokes.Ajax teased your hole with his tongue as he slowly pushing it in.Pushing his whole tongue inside you making you arch your back in response of his actions.
‘‘Ah~ngh~’‘you moaned feeling the warm muscle streching your insides,Childe waited for a bit before he started to move his tongue in and out of you basicly tongue fuking you,his nose hitting your clit over and over again.You feel a warm feeling in your lower abdomen ready to snap.
Seeing that you were about to finish, Ajax removed his tongue from inside you replacing it with his fingers and instead used his mouth on your already puffy clit.Sucking on it as he pumped his fingers in and out of you ,the stimulation on your clit mixed with the movement of his fingers send you into overdrive.loosing all thought your body shook making you climax all over his fingers.
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Honey So Sweet pt. 1 (Genshin Impact)
Pairing: Childe x Reader, Harbingers x Reader
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: Childe
A/N: Man, I could deal with Childe if he gave me money
It sucks being broke. You had no luck in job searches and college had ended more than three months ago. The only solace you had was going to the café near campus. It was cheap and quiet most of the time. The only downside was that the coffee sucked. Big time. Your nose scrunched as you set down your mug and deleted yet another rejection email.
It was raining outside. It seemed to match your mood, the way it poured relentlessly. The gray cloud swallowed up every bit of sunshine there could be. You watched as a flash of bright orange hair flashed past the window. The bell attached to the door rang as a man walked in. He huffed and shook off the water droplets from his hair. His outfit was impeccable. A thick gray wool overcoat covered a nice looking black dress shirt. His matching gray slacks were impeccably clean and tidy, expensive leather Italian dress shoes pulling the whole outfit together.
Like you, Childe was a regular. More than several times, he had bought you coffee and kept you company as you searched for jobs or studied. As much as you appreciated the company, he was annoying. Not only was he talkative, but he always talked about the expensive items he bought or the lavish trips he went on. You couldn't help the jealousy that grabbed any common sense and destroyed it. You wanted the lavish lifestyle. You wanted to stop drinking bad coffee and get the expensive shit that only tasted slightly better. You wanted to-
"It's pouring down, huh?" Childe pulled you away from your thoughts. He slid a piece of chocolate cake towards you. "I thought I was gonna get soaked."
You hummed and happily accepted the cake. "Maybe you shouldn't wear an expensive coat like that. It could get ruined."
"I'd just buy another one."
There it was. That smirk paired with the nonchalance of spending wild amounts of money. It drove you crazy. You angrily pierced the cake with your fork. For once, you just wanted to live life comfortably. Was it too much to ask? Probably. The world enjoyed laughing at your expense. Your empty wallet was just an ongoing bit. But at least you had free cake.
"Tough day?"
"Another job rejection." You sighed and lowered your head. "Why can't I be rich?"
Childe leaned forward and rested his chin on his hand. "Let me take you out for dinner tonight."
You groaned and shook your head. "Can't. No money."
"I'll pay."
That piqued your interest. You raised your head. "Okay… but where?"
"The new place that opened just outside campus."
"The steakhouse?" You snorted. You couldn't even afford to look at it. "I don't have clothes fancy enough for that. Why don't we just-"
Childe took out his wallet and produced a black card. He held it out to you. Your eyebrows furrowed. Was he just trying to show off his money now? You took the card and turned it around in your hands, studying it. Childe stared at you with a smirk. He was most definitely planning something.
"Buy yourself some clothes. Then go out to dinner with me."
"I couldn't-"
He stopped you, his hands moving over yours. "Yes, you can. You deserve it, okay? Think of it as a gift."
"No one is ever this generous without a hidden motive."
He raised an eyebrow. "I don't have hidden motives. Other than wanting to see you happy for once."
You took a deep breath. What was the worst thing that could go wrong? If anything, you could just return whatever clothes you got after dinner. Your eyes drifted over to your laptop. After months of constant rejections, you did deserve a break. You deserved some happiness. And it wasn't like you didn't trust Childe. At least, you didn't think he would have anything malicious planned. So you nodded and agreed. Nothing bad would happen. Right?
***
The restaurant Childe chose was all the buzz. You heard your classmates dream about even stepping inside. And here you were, your arm looped around Childe's as he led you into the fine dining restaurant. The place was big with a wide open space. Chandeliers decorated the ceiling, the lighting soft and intimate. There was a stage towards the left of the dining area where a grand piano sat. The pianist played music that flowed throughout the building and added to the already romantic atmosphere. This was… a date.
You looked up at Childe. He had a grin on his face as he held you close. So this was his whole plan. To take you on a date, woo you, shower you with gifts, and then suddenly it's two years later and you're a stay at home housespouse. You took a deep breath and sat down as Childe pulled out your chair. He then walked around and sat, giving you a smile.
"You look gorgeous tonight."
"All thanks to you."
He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. "Did you enjoy shopping?"
"It wasn't bad…" You looked away from him. "It felt kind of awkward. Like I was afraid to buy something too expensive."
"Please, you barely left a dent in my wallet." He picked up the menu then motioned for you to do the same. "Get anything you want."
You picked up the menu. As you expected, everything was out of your price range. Not to mention, you barely understood any of the names on the menu. It was one of those places that didn't have pictures either. You frowned, bringing the menu closer to your face. You peeked over the edge to see what Childe was doing.
He was staring, of course.
Your face flushed and you brought the menu back up. "So… see anything you like?"
"I was about to ask the same."
"Uhm…" You slowly set down the menu and gave him a sheepish smile. "Why don't you order for me?"
"Sure thing, sweetheart."
Sweetheart. There was definitely something fishy going on here. Childe had never wanted to talk to you so much before. And now he was acting like… he enjoyed pampering you. As the dinner went on and you ate food too fancy for your tastes, your mind tried to find a reason for him doing this. Even as you enjoyed yourself, you couldn't help but think that something deeper was going on. Maybe it was because you felt so out of place. You were a commoner, someone who had to rely on some rich spoiled kid to give you even a singular day of relaxation.
After dinner, you two were walking back to campus. Childe's arm was looped around yours as he held you close. He felt warm and shielded you from the cool night air. It was silent as you tried to rationalize why someone would ever do something like this for you. Childe pulled you closer. It felt so right, but there was still something off. Eventually, the two of you made it back to your dorm.
"Wanna go shopping this week?" He asked, his eyes trained on you.
You looked up at him. "Me? Why?"
"Because you deserve it. And I want to see how you shop."
"Is this not a waste of money?"
"I'm rich, sweetheart."
You frowned and stopped walking. "Childe, why are you doing this? I'm starting to feel like a sugar baby."
"Hah!" He chuckled and rolled his eyes as he leaned towards you. "Wouldn't be too far off."
You stared at him in disbelief. "Are you a sugar daddy?"
"A new one, yeah. I was getting bored. I wanted to spend my money somehow, so I signed up for this app that hooks up sugar babies to sugar daddies. Or mommies. Or whatever you'd like."
"Okay… but why me? I know for a fact I'm not on that site." You crossed your arms and tilted your head. Was this a blessing in disguise?
He hummed and reached out, pinching your cheek slightly. "Because I couldn't resist that cute sad face of yours."
Your face scrunched up. You couldn't tell if that was a compliment or pity. Either way, it felt weird. So there was an ulterior motive. It may not have been sinister, but it was something different than you expected. You sighed and pushed his hand away. "So I'm your sugar baby?"
He shrugged. "If you wanna be. I'm not the type to force you if you don't want it. It'll be a learning curve for me too."
"I'll… I'll think about it."
"Great." He leaned in and kissed your cheek. "I'll text you."
With that, he left. Your hand brushed where he kissed you. You went inside, dazed and confused. As you lay in bed in your too expensive dress, you took out your phone. Childe had texted you asking if you got in safe and when you were free next. You sighed and set down your phone. You had to admit, under all the bad vibes you felt, the date was fun. Hanging out with Childe, going shopping… you enjoyed it. Your phone dinged and you got another text.
Childe: "Here's the app in case I'm not enough ;)"
Your eyes widened. He wanted you to have… more? Was this normal? You weren't exactly educated in glucose activities. But… nothing could go wrong. Right? As long as Childe was okay with it, there would be no harm in trying out at least another one. So you downloaded the app. The way it was set up was exactly like a dating profile. You made an account fairly easily. As you swiped right through the ones you didn't like, one caught your eye. He looked well off, brand name glasses perched on his nose and dark long hair put into a neat side ponytail. His eyes were closed in a joyous smile.
"Pantalone, huh? I guess… It won't hurt." And then you swiped left.
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Pairing: Childe x Reader
Summary :You sidled up to the window, unlatching the glass and drawing the man in front of you by the neck of his jacket in for a kiss. His lips are soft, and his hands rise to your arms, holding tight and deepening the embrace in which you were held - eyes fluttering shut as breaths caressing your cheeks. You pulled away softly, and slowly - nothing burned brighter than the affection you felt for the man in front of you.
Tags:Hurt No Comfort,Implied/Referenced Sex,Fluff and Angst, and Angst
A/N: the summary is an excerpt because im lazy as shit and don't know how to summarize this piece
There is nothing but comfort when you wake, slow and drowsy and ultimately comfortable after the night you've just had. You've forgotten what yesterday was all about, but you did remember some details. There was the unmistakable feeling of a tiredness that clung to your skin, aiding the stretch of your arms and legs to be pleasantly rousing. You sighed into the warm air, feeling sunlight settle on your face.
Next to you, someone shifts.
You feel a brief amount of surprise shock itself into your bones, before catching a glimpse of bright hair - oh, you remembered Childe, of course. Who wouldn't?
You remember the pleasant day you had spent with him, walking amongst the abandoned plateaus of Liyue, enjoying the smooth breeze as it floated up against the two of you. The nearby Liyue harbor was pretty, but you couldn't help but think that there was nothing more beautiful than your beloved, quick on his feet and light with his laugh, as he would move behind you to wrap you in his arms and press a kiss to your hair.
"This is everything I've always wanted," Childe would whisper against your skin. "We were destined to walk these roads together."
The inn hadn't been far away, and there was no further place than Snezhnaya - and although a local inn near Liyue wasn't the most private place to stay, it had been the safest option. Even so, you had gone into the inn alone, and booked a room for one. There had been no need to establish a paper trail.
You had brought him to your room, through the window, to avoid anyone's suspicion. He looked so pretty outside your window, knocking to be let in, moonlight reflecting in his eyes and illuminating his face. His smile - soft and sweet and almost genuine - sparked emotion in your chest.
You sidled up to the window, unlatching the glass and drawing the man in front of you by the neck of his jacket in for a kiss. His lips are soft, and his hands rise to your arms, holding tight and deepening the embrace in which you were held - eyes fluttering shut as breaths caressing your cheeks. You pulled away softly, and slowly - nothing burned brighter than the affection you felt for the man in front of you. As you pulled away to allow Childe through the window, you could do nothing but rest your eyes on him.
He really was easy on the eyes, as he raised his head to catch your gaze, lowering the window shut with no sound at all. Childe was pretty - devastatingly so - and had the confidence to match. Flustering you was one of his favorite activities, with hushed words and aimed exhales and a smirk that never failed to make your knees run weak.
"Hey, baby," he had purred, and approached you.
"Hello, darling," you had teased right back - though your words didn't have as much of an outward effect on your beloved as his words did on you. Your face was a warm, flushed mess already - and you still had the entire night to spare.
Your mouths met in a kiss once again. Burning with desire, you fell back onto the bed.
And now, it was raining.
The soft pattering of water against the window had replaced the sun during your moments of reminiscing, and you found yourself regretful - forlorn, even.
What were you thinking?
It wasn't the regret of a one-night-stand, no - moreso the memories that trickled in with your pleasant day, flashes of secret dates and not quite an affair, but a prior commitment. It was clear - it had been previously made clear by the man you loved so dearly himself - Childe was not in a position to take a lover.
The reason was to be damned - it was clearly his job, and this was made clear by none other than Teucer, your love's brother, who you had met on pure accident one day. If Childe had kept his job a secret from his family - the people who he placed above everyone in this forsaken land...
Based on the way that Childe was still pretending to be asleep, there was no doubt about it - you would not be walking out of this inn satisfied.
"Good morning," you plead, and hope your voice doesn't come out as desperate as you feel. "The rain is nice."
There are never pleasantries in a Harbinger's world.
"This shouldn't have happened," Childe murmurs, and some part of your stomach sinks beneath the realm of retrieval.
"It could be different, with me - right?" You ask, unable to dare and look him in the eyes. "I understand your line of work. I could - archons, Childe, I don't know." Your face burned with shame.
The arm that had lingered against your shoulder - the only source of warmth that had connected you to him - moved away. With a mixture of shock, anger, and stone-cold hurt forming a ball in your stomach, you couldn't help but yearn for his warmth again.
"I wish it could be different," Childe admitted, and if you were not hanging onto his every breath, you would have easily missed the agony clinging to his words.
"Why can't it be this way?" You ask again.
There's silence from your side. Then, "It's too dangerous. I can't having you get hurt." You know from the past, when you've saved his hide many times during a fight, that he's trying to convince himself as much as you.
Tears brim in your eyes as you stare blankly at the ceiling. "I understand," you placate.
You do not understand. Not in the slightest.
"Give me your name," you bargain - something to take with you, to hold precious; something to show he belonged to you.
"I'm sorry," he says, and you wonder when the last time you've heard him apologize was. The words are foreign to you.
You turn to face him, and settle a hand along his stomach. Your fingers rest just above his waistband.
"Once more," you plead.
"Alright."
It feels everything like love, and nothing like how it should end.
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Yan!Discord Mod Childe(Tartaglia) X Fem!Reader
!Warning! This post contains yandere themes and topics that may be uncomfortable to people who are sensitive to the topic, read at your own discretion.
TW: Unhealthy relationships, clingy personality, power dynamic, no boundaries, threats of violence.
!!READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!!
There’s only a few things that Childe finds entertaining after a long work day, that is to come home and go on his computer and open his MMO RPG game where he plays as the fighter class in.
He was a mod for a server that was run by someone he met from the game, he was the 11th mod that was introduced.
The server was pretty well known and people came and went all the time it was until one day you joined the server. Apparently your friend with the online alias ‘Traveler’ convinced you to join with them saying that it’ll be easier to do raids.
One day when you were feeling yourself more than normal and took some selfies that you thought were cute so you shared them to the selfie section of the server.
Childe almost couldn’t believe his eyes, he felt his heart palpitating faster than when he conquered a raid boss. He had his eyes on you now whether you liked it or not.
It started with a simple DM. “Hey girlie, need some help?”
You, of course, were a bit taken aback but you knew who this was. With the power dynamic he had over you in the server you walked on eggshells hoping that you wouldn’t get on his bad side. And the plus side was he was pretty strong so you took him up on his offer.
Your friend and you actually had a falling out and they left the discord so Childe was the only one who you knew played the game now, totally not because he bought out your ex friend with in-game stuff.(It totally was, who needs friends like that when you have him now!)
At some point you asked him what he does for work but he told you it was a secret like it was some top secret, in actuality he just stocks shelves at the Wal-Mart.
When Childe wasn’t at work he would constantly be messaging you, needing to know constantly what you were doing and when you didn’t answer within five minutes he would spam your dms with allegations that you were ignoring him.
You repeatedly tried but failed in setting boundaries, it was so difficult. He’d be fine for a couple of days after you remind him but soon it will be right back to his clingy ways.
It came to a boiling point when one day when he asked you for a video call and he was acting strange the entire time only to reveal that he was touching himself the entire time.
“Watch me! I’m so hard for you! Auhgg!”
You left the call after he climaxed since it happened so fast and blocked him on everything. But it was too late.
He’s tracked down your house through your IP and a couple of months later when you thought the nightmare was over you heard a knock at your door only to be met face to face with the red head.
Grabbing you by the neck before you could slam the door he pins you to the ground. “Don’t make a sound unless you want that pretty little face of yours cut open so I’m the only one who can ever love you darling.”
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Tartaglia x reader nsfw 💦
fatui! reader,,, gender neutral until **** afab afterwards. might make an amab version tho. Not spell-checked or anything, this took me months to write lmao.
(this was written to satisfy my own blood kink, in no way am I implying this would happen irl or that I support this irl)
TW/CW: Wounds, blood, stitches, blood kink, pain kink, sadomasochism, dom/sub-themes, bottom(switch?) Tartaglia, blow/hand job, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, Childe cries, praise kink, sliiiiight degradation, overstim, use of the word pussy, uh reader cuts him >.>, multiple orgasms... I think that's it?
summary: Reader gets put with childe to babysit him and gets turned on when he gets hurt lmao. Then smut.
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The bustling of Liyue harbor fades into the distance as you walk side by side with the 11th fatui harbinger, Tartaglia. Or Childe, as you were supposed to call him in public. The man wasn't like anything you’d heard about him. There was nothing cold or ruthless about him, and in the time you’d been accompanying him, he’d been nothing but gleeful and cheery. If anything at this point you were starting to think he was more of a nuisance than a threat.
Nonetheless, you continued to supervise this man-child of a harbinger, there was a promise of compensation waiting for you at the end of the two weeks you would be together and you’d be dammed if you’d give up a job like that.
But sometimes you really consider throwing it all out the window and decking that son of a bitch right in the face.
“Comrade~!” A blob of orange crosses in front of your vision and you roll your eyes before focusing on the face now inches from your own. “You’d better pay attention or you’ll walk right into that hoard of hilichurls.” He points to the left and you follow his hand over to a mob of hilichurls bunched together and dancing about.
“Oh.” Is all you say and he laughs.
“Are you feeling well, comrade? It seems like your head's not in the game.” He lifts an eyebrow at you and continues before you can respond. “Don’t worry, you can sit here and rest while I defeat them.”
“Yeah like you can take 20 hilichurls at once,” you respond with a roll of your eyes, “I’ll help you, dumbass.” And you start to pull your sword out from where it sits at your side.
But Childe stops you with a hand and speaks again. “I don’t like that you underestimate me, comrade. I’ll handle it and you watch so you can learn a thing or two about how to take on a large number of enemies.”
“Whatever,” You sigh, “just don’t come crying to me when you get trampled.” And with that, he smirks and runs over to the mob of enemies.
Watching him fight is interesting, to say the least. For one, instead of trying anything with that bow he carries about, he goes straight for his hydro daggers and starts slashing this and that like a madman. He takes down three hilichurls at once with one calculated slash and laughs manically as blood splatters his clothes.
His dry cleaning must suck, you think before focusing on his movements once again. The hilichurls start to circle around him and close in and he kicks one to the side before putting his daggers together. In the process, a brave hilichurl reaches out and slashes his torso with one of its claws. Childe yells out in pain and for a moment, perhaps only a second or two, you see his jaw tighten and a glaze pass over his eyes. You’re awestruck with the image of his pain written on his face still in your mind long after he pours elemental energy into his weapon and takes out the whole lot of enemies in one move.
His cry of pain replays in your mind again and before you realize it your eyes have widened and your face has gone red. Childe, now standing in the murder scene, starts to turn towards you and you rush to fix your face and calm your racing heart before he can see you ogling.
When you see his face again he’s panting and out of breath, a smug smile still there despite his exhaustion. Your eyebrows furrow as you lock your eyes on the gash in his side, trying your hardest to push out the desire that floods into your mind as you study its severity.
“Learn anything?” He says as walks towards you again, and you make sure to note the strain in his voice for… medical reasons, before responding.
“Yeah, how to get yourself hurt while being reckless.” And you take one of his arms to pull over your shoulder.
“Don’t- be a prick,” He says despite the little breath of pain he lets out in the middle. It goes straight to your stomach and you look away while walking back onto the path.
“Shut up.” You say and an awkward silence settles between the two of you. The only sound filling up the lack of words is Childe’s ragged and unsteady breathing, which not only makes your heartbeat quicken but also feeds into the growing lump in your throat.
It takes a while before anyone speaks again, and this time it’s when the medical practice is in sight.
“You don’t have to do this you know,” Childe speaks quietly, a little hiss falling from his mouth when you startle from his words. “I’ve had worse wounds.”
You roll your eyes, “trust me I’m holding back from dropping you on the ground and leaving you there. I, however, have a conscience that would be a bitch to handle if I left you to rot.”
He laughs at that, a rough and breathy sound you’d never heard from him before. Something that made your annoyance with him soften in the slightest bit. He breathes in as if he’s about to say something but a nurse gasps and runs over to take him from you before you can hear it.
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By the time you see Childe again, he’s back to his usual self, you know because the nurse is flirting with him as she hands him off to you and he’s looking at her with his signature grin. She tells you to clean his wounds before and after bed before flashing Childe one more smile and retreating back into the clinic.
“She was nice,” You say sarcastically and start walking towards Childe’s expensive house.
“Not gonna help me walk this time?” Childe pouts and you send him a glare. He seems to get the message because he starts to ramble about something while you walk to his place.
Luckily the walk to his house is short and you make it there just as the sun starts to slip out of sight. When he lets you in you take off your shoes at the door and follow him through the house.
It’s a bit awkward watching him walk into his bedroom fully expecting you to follow, even more awkward when he pulls off his shirt and throws it onto the queen-sized bed.
“Wanna get the first aid kit, comrade?” He says, and you stare blankly at him. “It's in the bathroom through that door.” You nod and walk over to the door, pushing it open and flicking on the light.
The bathroom is as expensive looking as the rest of the house, a huge bathtub and a shower with glass doors sit on one side of the room. A toilet and sink on the other. You head over to the bathroom counter with expensive-looking marble and sort through the drawers until you find the first aid kit.
When you walk back into the bedroom Childe is sitting on the edge of his bed, unwrapping the bandages on his torso. You take a moment to study him, the way his arms and back are filled with all sorts of scars. It makes something click in your mind. Makes your stomach flip over and your grip tighten around the first aid kit in your hands.
“Going to stand there all day?” He doesn’t even look up as he speaks. His fingers, now gloveless, run over the bandages on his stomach, he pulls the last of them off and looks up at you with a quirked eyebrow.
You are pulled from your daze when his sapphire eyes meet yours. You blink once before averting your eyes and crossing the room to get to him. You sigh as you realize the awkward situation to come, only praying the man in front of you doesn’t notice the redness at the tips of your ears as you kneel before him.
The process is wordless, you don’t dare glance up at Childe’s face, nor does he remark about your flushed state. You open the first aid kit and take out the antiseptic wipes, holding your breath as you reach up to touch his stomach. The wound is long and red, stretching from one side of his chest all the way down to the waistline of his pants, where the very end disappears under his clothes. You work carefully around the stitches, trying not to pay too much attention to the way his muscles twitch when you get a little too close. You shift positions, placing one hand on his thigh to stabilize yourself. His leg flinches slightly in response causing your hand to slip against his wound.
“Sorry,” You say and instinctively look up at his face for signs of pain. He sucks in a breath and when you see his face your stomach drops. He’s red, biting his lip and blushing furiously under half-lidded eyes.
“It’s fine,” He mutters through his teeth and you gulp as a pang of desire goes straight through you.
“Tartaglia,” You murmur, the hand on his thigh subconsciously squeezing as your lust grows.
“Fuck,” he breathes and it’s nothing like anything you’d heard him say before. Your eyes dart down to the slight bulge in his pants and then back up as if you couldn’t look for too long.
You set down the wipe in your hand and bravely reach up to touch his neck. He looks at you again, wide-eyed, with a whisper of your name on his lips.
“Can I…?” You trail off, not sure of what you’re asking for before he nods and you’re pulling him down for a kiss. Your lips meet in a rush, unsure at first before Childe grows restless and deepens the kiss while taking your face in his hands and tilting his head. It sparks electricity within your stomach and you reciprocate with just as much need.
When your tongue brushes against his lips, he opens his mouth almost instantly, eagerly accepting your tongue as it tangles with his. While your mouths dance together, you let the hand at the back of Childe’s neck trail down to his chest and run your fingers over his skin. He groans into the kiss while you roam your way around his body, eventually finding what you had been looking for.
It only takes the slight brush of your thumb against the tie of one of his stitches for him to moan in pain. He breaks away from the kiss to sigh into your mouth, the kind of exhale that shakes and begs for another breath right after.
“Does my pain amuse you,” He says against your lips, delight in his voice despite the lack of smile on his face.
“It's not amusement,” You reply with a harsh swipe of your finger against his wound. You savor the way he cries out before finishing your response. “It’s lust.”
“Sadist,” He accuses with a grin and you smile back at him, your hand falling from his injury down to the desire pressing hard against his pants.
“Masochist,” You tease back, pushing your hand down gently on his crotch.
“Hah-“ His head falls to your shoulder, his hands clutching the fabric of your shirt. “I guess I’ve been found out.”
He pulls you into another desperate kiss before you can respond and you happily accept it. You push down on his crotch again and his hips buck into your hand. You hear him whine when you pull your hand away. His lips part from yours, his eyes lazily pleading with you to touch him again.
“Aw, look at that, you’ve pulled your stitches,” You coo and he hisses in pain when you gather the blood leaking from him on your finger. You’re entranced at the sight of his blood on your hand, the crimson liquid staining your skin.
“You look beautiful when you’re bleeding you know.” His eyes widen at your statement, following your hand as you reach for the spare dagger strapped to his thigh. You pull it from its sheath and tap it against his skin.
He breathes your name again, a hand coming down to touch himself.
“Ah-ah,” you tut, pressing the knife harder against him. “I’ll help you with that later. If you bleed for me.” He closes his eyes and furrows his brows as if debating whether he could wait that long.
“Fuck, fine, just hur-” you interrupt him with a pull of his dagger, watching his face contort as you drag it across his torso.
His breath catches and you savor the way it sounds while your eyes dart back down to watch the red liquid fill the shallow cut you had made.
“That's not so bad is it?” You give the wound a little kiss and he tenses under the touch of your lips, the feeling of your chest pressed against his desire making him restless.
“I- cant take it,” He pauses, “I need you so bad, god, please.”
You sigh and while you had wanted to draw more blood from him, the sound of his plead led you to comply. “When you ask like that how can I refuse?” You mumble, putting his knife back in its rightful place before making your hands busy on his belt.
His own hands fumble to help you while murmuring his thanks. When his belt is tossed to the side somewhere in his massive room, you unzip his pants and take his length out of its confinements. He moans when he feels your skin against his own, almost sobbing when you close your hand around him and roughly jerk upwards.
“So good, so so good.” He’s whispering as you start to find a satisfying rhythm. His hands fist the bed sheets and he starts to rock his hips with the pull of your hand.
“Ah- just like that,” He gasps out and you take the opportunity to overwhelm him. You lean towards him, kissing the tip of his member before opening your mouth and licking his slit.
He lets out the most elicit moan you’ve heard so far and opens his previously shut eyes to stare down at you. There’s a glaze over his eyes and he twitches at the sight of your mouth on him.
He breaks when you suck on his tip and his pleasure pours into your mouth in thick ropes. You don’t take the time to let it sit on your tongue before you’re swallowing and releasing him from your mouth with a pop. You move to stand in front of him, tilting his head to look up at you with his hazy blue eyes.
**** afab reader ****
“I helped you out so now you’re going to help me too, yeah?” You smirk as his eyes widen and then narrow again. “It's only fair after all.” You watch the haze leave his eyes and the desire pour in.
“Gladly.” He murmurs before slipping his hands under your shirt and sliding it up. It's stripped off you in seconds, his hands tracing your waist up your chest, and then down your shoulders. You shiver at the touch of his warm hands on your skin, the softness of his fingers, and the way he glides down your body like flowing water. You let out a shaky breath as he reaches the waistband of your pants, his fingertips slip under and all too quickly he's pulled them down and you’re entirely bare in a matter of seconds. He pulls you down to sit on his lap your privates just inches away from his.
You share a breath together for a moment gripping his shoulders as you settle into a new and heated position. Your thighs are pressed against Childe's, his chest pressed against yours. You're both bare and vulnerable, exposed for the other to see.
And then his fingers find their way to your clit, a small gasp escaping you as he starts to rub it in circles. It's sensitive at first but soon pleasure starts to rush up your stomach and down your legs.
“Did seeing me in pain make you this wet?” He teases and you have to choke back a moan when he gathers a bit of slick from your hole.
“Shut up and do what you’re told harbinger,” You mumble, hand coming up to grip the hair at the back of his head. But he just grins in response and slips one of his fingers into your heat. Your grip tightens with the sudden invasion sending a burst of pleasure down your thighs. A moan rips its way through your throat.
"Fuck- Tartaglia," you can't help but whisper as his finger curls inside you. Your head falls back, lips parting as you soak in the pleasure. He seems to hit all the right spots making your head spin and your vision blurry.
"Is this good enough for you sweetheart?" He says and you can't help but groan in annoyance.
"Don't- be a tease," your voice comes out shaky but you take the opportunity to tug his hair harshly.
He whines in response and another finger finds its way into your heat.
"Good boy." You praise and his fingers start to pick up the pace. You lean into his frame as the pressure building up in your stomach gets more intense.
"God, don't stop." You moan out, mind far too lost in the feeling of his fingers inside of you to care what you say. Your release is getting closer and closer as his fingers hit all the right spots. All it takes is the rub of his thumb against your clit and you're seeing stars.
Your thighs squeeze together and a chill runs through your whole body. Faintly, in the back of your mind, you're aware that you've clamped down on childe's fingers, which now struggle to move inside you.
When you're finally able to see straight you look at childe's blue eyes and lazily smile at him.
He grins back, "That feel good, baby?" He murmurs and you huff a little laugh in response.
"Better than good," you pant out and rest your head on his shoulder.
"God you looked so hot like that." He mumbles almost as if to himself. That's when you notice the pressure against your thigh and the fact that he's painfully hard again.
You place a hand on his chest and whisper, "Lay down, I want more." You don't fail to notice the way his lower part practically jumps at your words or the way he quietly groans at the thought.
Nonetheless, he grabs you by the hips and pulls you closer to him before he leans back as you had told him to do.
You grin at him while you straddle his hips and hover above him. Childe moans when your body makes contact with him, watching the way you slowly take him into yourself. When you finally bottom out Childe's hands fly to your hips, gripping them hard enough to leave bruises. He let out a sort of choked noise, his eyes closed and mouth open. He was truly the picture of sex, hair messy and cheeks flushed, his muscles all tensed with need.
"Don't move." He chokes out and it's raspy and strained, undeniably attractive. So much so your stomach drops and you clench around him.
The moan he lets out from your action is louder than any of his others. "Don't!" He cries and takes multiple deep breaths, trying his best to calm down and get used to the sensation of being inside of you.
"Awh is my pussy too much for this big strong harbinger?" You tease and he grits his teeth. "Relax baby, you can come as many times as you want inside me."
He just groans in response too lost in the bliss of you all around him, invading his senses.
Naturally, you long to see him completely fucked out and start to move despite his words. Slowly raising yourself up with your legs and dropping back down onto him, hitting just the right spot every time.
"Fuck, I- I'm gonna cum if you do that." He's barely able to think clearly as he rushes to say what he can.
"Go on then." You start to pick up your pace, "Fill me up real good, pretty boy." Your voice is strained by now, but the slap of your skin and the wet sounds that fill the room drown you out anyway. Besides, you both are a moaning mess, desperate to reach as many highs as you can take.
Just as he warned Childe reaches his climax quickly and he's so fucked out, he uses his strength to slam you down and hold you there while he pours all he's got into your pussy.
He cums hard, squeezing his eyes shut and arching his back while he digs his nails into your skin. The pain is a nice mix with the throbbing of your heat and the warmth flooding into your body.
You watch in awe as he rides it out, little tears and gasps escaping him when you move even slightly. You know he's done when his hands fall from your hips and he relaxes into the bed with newfound exhaustion.
"Don't tell me you're already spent?" You murmur, leaning forward to move his hair sticking to his forehead, his sapphire eyes blinking open and wincing with the shift of your hips.
"C'mon baby, I know you've got more in you." You whisper against his lips, eyes half-lidded staring into his, as you start to roll your hips.
He inhales sharply and his hands move to grip the bedsheets. "Too much, fuck, too much too much." He whines it out, his face contorting in pain.
"Awh does it hurt baby boy?" And you fake a little pout to hide the grin that threatens to spread on your face.
"Yes!" He chokes out between moans eyes brimming with tears. "More, hah, please."
You let go of the smile, sitting back up and roughly bouncing up and down on him.
It's painful at first to take him so roughly so suddenly but you push through it knowing pleasure was on the other side. And after the pain numbs the pleasure comes cascading over your body. It's overwhelming just how much floods your senses. The way your hips become desperate and wild, the way all your muscles tense in anticipation.
And then it all crashes. You cry out as you hit your high falling onto Childe's chest and clenching down on his length. Your vision goes white, and you gasp and gasp for air while your body trembles and shakes. And though you're too lost to notice, Childe cums right after you hugging you against him while you both come down from the high.
When you can finally breathe you manage to separate your body from his and fall to the side of him. Instantly relaxing into his expensive and comfortable bed.
You both lay there for a moment just breathing next to each other and processing what just happened.
"Holy shit." Is all Childe says, and the tension snaps, laughter falling from your lips despite your soreness. Childe soon joins you with his own soft chuckles, taking your hand in his.
The night ends in a fit of giggles and shaky legs as you clean up each other. Finally re-bandaging the wound that started it all, and the bonus one next to it.
You fall asleep on Childe's big comfy bed together, savoring the way he feels in your arms. (and the way his big ass bed is probably memory foam and so damn soft)
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── 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 ೃ꙳⊹
﹟ zhongli : childe : itto : ayato : thoma : x gn!reader : mildly suggestive, cws: monster/nonhuman, sacrificial spouse, mention of injury. established relationship for Ayato, and Thoma, halloween special, meaning stories are changed to fit the theme. not proof-read.
ZHONGLI ೃ꙳⊹──
a shiver ran down your spine as your eyes met the man, rather, the dragonic man that towered over you. as he got closer, you instinctively closed your eyes and waited to face his wrath, only to peek as you felt his thin fingers tracing your bruised knee. you winced as the pain begun kicking in, the powerful being before you opening his mouth as his long and parted tongue licked your bruise, lapping at the blood and pulling away with a small string of saliva. “I presume you were this year’s sacrifice.” Morax asked, your wound feeling much better already, as expected of an almighty archon, though his voice much huskier and gentler than you’d expect. nodding, your eyes meet his golden ones, a warm smile on his face. “thank you…” you managed to squeak out as a little laugh escaped his lips, reassuring you it was no problem. “after all, it’s be bad manners to leave my spouse like that.” this simple comment was enough to fluster you once more, this time for a different reason. just a few minutes ago you cursed your luck to be chosen as the sacrificial offering to appease the monstrous draconic geo archon from the people of your village, but now you were beginning to think it wasn’t that bad.
CHILDE (AJAX) ೃ꙳⊹──
“wow, you’re really stupid! but that’s just so adorable.” you heard the ginger-haired man laugh as he clapped, a tear sliding down his cheek as he watched you pout. “hey! everyone know’s it’s true.” you hiss back at him, feeling embarrassed and insulted with a bit of you feeling completely lied to. you will never trust books again, after answering his question. coming back from his senses from his fit of laughter, he wiped away his tears and straightened himself out. “now that you know garlic and sunlight won’t work on me, why don’t you fulfill your promise?” Childe the man, or rather vampire, you’d just met the night before grinned. he practically cheated! you did say he could bite you if you answered wrong to his question, but this was unfair, how could a vampire not have any recorded weaknesses? “aw, come on. no need to pout! i’ll tell you my actual weakness, how about that?” you weren’t sure you could trust him with that mischievous glint in your eye but urged him to continue. gripping your wrists with incredible strength, his teeth flashed over the nape of your neck, giving it a slow lick as you involuntarily whimper. “that delicious scent of your’s, and your sweet blood.” his fangs pierced your neck, throbbing yet hot as you clawed his back. he really didn’t play fair, not a single bit.
ARATAKI ITTO ೃ꙳⊹──
“i take it back!” you huffed out as your breathing became more ragged, fingers running through long white locks. his ministrations didn’t stop, tongue licking and nibbling at your skin, slowly making its way back up your body towards your lips as Itto captures another kiss from you, your eyes closing as your body begins heating up. you joked telling him you didn’t believe he had it in him and to prove to you he was more than just bark, and now he was just showing you that he truly was an oni. monstrous strength keeping you in place, his motions too fast to keep up with, sharp teeth grazing against your skin all while you struggled to even register anything, tugging his locks and his horns as best you could. pulling away with a messy trail of saliva connecting the two of you, you could barely make out a huge grin on his face through your blurry vision. “i’m sorry, you’re right. you really are a great oni!” you apologize as you take this time to try and recollect yourself, hoping he’d go easier on you. “course ya’ do!” he replied, back in his cheerful and self-confident attitude as he rambled on. maybe one day you’d find out about his excess stamina, too.
AYATO KAMISATO ೃ꙳⊹──
humming, you untied your lover’s long and silky blue hair as his face laid resting in your lap, caressing his face as he begun singing. a beautiful voice that made you feel peaceful and secure as his webbed hands intertwined with your’s, eyes gazing up at you watching your every expression and soaking it in. as soon as his song ended, you cooed over how wonderful it was as his arms prop him up, face meeting your’s as you see his parts of his long and large elegantly tail, with silvery-purple scales glistening, causing you to once again admire just how beautiful he was in face and body. “Ayato?” you called the name you gave him, questioning his actions as he only responds with a smile, pressing his cold lips against your’s, biting down on your bottom lip while you scoot closer to him, arms wrapping around his neck. you felt his long tongue darting everywhere it could before pulling back and giving you a chance to breathe. it was difficult dating a siren who couldn’t exactly speak your human language perfectly but understood you, pretending to be oh so innocent after what he’d just done. you just couldn’t find it in yourself to scold him. “just one more.” you sigh and relented, feeling your whole body being tugged into the water as his lips found your’s.
THOMA ೃ꙳⊹──
gazing into the night sky, you stare up at the full moon, fingers running through the hair and occasionally petting the fluffy ears of your lover. small whimpers escape him as you recalled the first time you saw Thoma as a werewolf versus now, your previous fear for the terrifying beasts almost nonexistent. “does it feel good?” you cooed as he nodded, letting out another whimper as you press a kiss onto his head. “you’re such a pretty beast.” you continued teasing and rubbing until his cheeks dusted with red. all of a sudden the whimpers and small howls stopped as he gazed up at you, green eyes staring into your’s with intensity. you try to ask what was wrong only to find him pouting and moving his head from your lap to sitting up, face being drawn in front of his as his lips were inches away from your’s. he tried not to graze you with his claws as his fingers traced your lips, pressing his onto your own as he slipped his tongue in as far as it could go, exploring wherever he could get. pulling away with a pant and a need for air, you watch as it was now his turn to chuckle, “you’re such a pretty human.” he teased, sticking his tongue out at you as you let out a small huff. “that i am, so kiss me again already.” you retorted, rolling your eyes and pressing your body against him once more, pressing your lips to his.
© shxnhes ೃ꙳⊹── the urge to just occasionally write something cute. then there’s the urge to just go beyond that and turns well,, no comment.
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II childe x fem!reader II mutual pining, childhood friends to lovers, cheery epilouge
Childe needs to see you before he meets his end; a precipice he is very near to by the time you find him miles from your home, crawling through the snow. To his confusion, you've taken him in and dedicated yourself to nursing him back to health. Little did you both know, your love for one another ran deep enough to heal all wounds.
content warnings: Childe is badly injured so there are descriptions of blood, broken ribs, aches and pains. Descriptions of applying medical stitches to close open wounds. Nothing too descriptive. I am not a doctor so do not try this at home. Mutually possessive themes. A suggestive comment in the epilouge. Let me know if I should add anything else!
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“Blow.”
Childe puckered his split, dry lips and let out a weak breath---no power behind the gust at all. The hot steam that rose from the spoon you held to his lips mocked him; such a small opponent, unshaken and uncooled by his efforts.
You sighed; he wasn’t healing as fast as he should be...meaning, he most likely was ignoring your instructions and not adhering to his strict bed rest.
You were straddling him where he lied on the bed in your guest room, propped up by a mountain of pillows---including the ones from your own bed and the throw pillows from your couch; a desperate attempt to make him as comfortable as possible, which was a feat not easily achieved given his broken state. If you’d sat at his side, he wouldn’t be able to face you, since his cracked ribs made any movement excruciating. Even so, he refused to stay put, risking his health every time he got up in the middle of the night to use the shower or the bathroom. You told him you should be assisting him any time he had to exert himself, but he vehemently refused your help with his hygiene---it was simply humiliating that a grown man like him would need help washing himself, especially your help. “Save me my pride.”, he begged, the grim and embarrassed look on his face making you cave. You agreed to his demands as long as he’d let you walk him to and from the amenities, that way he wouldn't risk falling on his way and injuring himself further. But he’d still disobey and take himself there while you weren’t looking. You took to smelling his hair every time you came to check on him, smoothing it back and lifting your nose to his forehead to check if he showered without you getting him there safely. He always smelled clean, bringing that frustrated frown he loathed to be the cause of to your pretty face.
“You’ll kill yourself.”, you’d warn, “And I’ll have to bury you in the backyard.”.
He didn’t understand why you cared so much—why you, literally, dragged him back to your house after finding him beaten and bloody only a couple miles from your cabin, having crawled from a camp in a Snezhnayan forest he had been instructed to collect a debt from the residents of. They'd expected his visit and prepared an ambush of twenty. Normally, he could win a battle such as this with ease, but his exhuastion from the continuous missions he was assigned by the Fatui without breaks became too much for him. Thank Celestia you found him when you did, having fortunately been scavenging for snow berries in the very same forest.
He had been hauling himself in the direction of your cabin, trying to get as far as he could so that he might deliver you the letter he’d been saving in the breast pocket of his daily coat for years. One he’d carried with him always to ensure that, in the event he met his end, that his final confession would reach you.
A letter he’d been too cowardly to send to you in life—his one and only friend, the girl he grew up with in grade school, who he’d chosen to play make believe in the snow and ice-skate with, rather than hunting and roughhousing with the other boys in his class. It wasn’t that those boyish activities didn’t interest him, it was that his interest in you outweighed those hobbies by tons. You were everything, still were.
That’s why it was so mortifying that you had to nurse him back to health; shouldering the consequences of his deadly line of work.
Not only did he almost lose his life to his opponents, but for you to find him at his weakest made the shame burn all the worse.
You leaned over to where you brought the spoon a centimeter from his lips, nose nearly brushing his own as you gently blew on the sip of homemade chicken soup inside. He felt your warm breath on his lips, the feeling of you made his pale cheeks turn pink and weak heart sputter in his chest.
If his ribs weren't broken, if they were still in the healthy condition of a cage they once were, he might believe his chest housed a hummingbird; the pace of his heart mimicking the incessant beating of it's wings. The way just being close to you stirred and electrified him, you could bring him back to life with just a kiss.
Your eyes flicked back up to his, urging the spoon to his lips, indicating you wanted him to open them.
He did, his gaze not breaking from yours as he opened his mouth and let you feed him. It was such an intimate moment that you forgot to breathe, catching your breath as you watched him swallow the meal you'd prepared for him and him alone. Though you were both quiet, it felt like the room buzzed lowly around the both of you. He didn't know it, but the way he looked at you with such deep warmth made you shiver.
“You were up last night, weren’t you?”, you finally asked, already knowing the answer.
Indignity marred his face as he averted his eyes to the wooden floor of your house, but his break from your irritated gaze didn’t last long. You took his chin between your thumb and forefinger and redirected his attention back to your face.
“Tell me the truth.”
He had no choice now. You had him pinned.
“…Yes, I got up…sorry.”
Your disappointed face made him flinch—stinging more than your anger or scorn ever could.
You sighed, closing your eyes and moving your hand from his chin to cup his cheek, worried eyes boring into his and squeezing his heart.
“You’re delaying your healing process. Every time you get up without help—“
“I don’t need a walker like a decrepit, old man”, he spat, instant regret pailing him. He hated that he snapped at you, hated that he couldn't control himself. His embarrassment would overwhelm him---like it always did when you looked at him like a wounded animal. He turned his face away from you once again, but you pulled his attention right back.
“Stop it.”, your stern command sat like a rock in his stomach. Though, the heavy feeling dissipated when your gaze turned soft and fretting. “I’m sorry I’m playing 'demanding nurse', but I need you to work with me if you’re ever going to get better. I don’t want these wounds to be permanent; getting up without help will make your bones heal wrong, or open your stitches back up.".
He knew better than to take his eyes off of you at this point, but the guilt in his expression told you all you needed to know. His late night walk last night had come with consequences.
“You didn’t—"
Without warning, you threw the blankets off of him, only to find a bloody, crudely secured bandage over the deep laceration on his abdomen. He'd popped his stitches.
“Childe!”, your shriek made him wince. “Why didn’t you tell me!”.
“I’m sorry…”, he started, but you didn’t hear him. You were already running off to grab the first aid kit from the kitchen.
He was getting really sick and tired of disappointing you. He'd been in this room for weeks, been your constant source of anxiety and labor for weeks, and he wasn't getting any better.
...but you were never frustrated. Sure, he'd annoy you with his pride, but no amount of effort put into caring for him would ever be a waste, not to you, at least. He'd pop his stitches or worsen a crack in his ribs with a fall or sharp movement, you'd scold him, but no matter how many times it happened, you'd always redo them, always hold ice packs or heating pads over his aches; carefully, gently.
He watched your beautiful, soft hands work while they drew the needle and thread through him---and he wouldn't flinch. It didn't even hurt. It couldn't, when it was a mesmerizing sight; the way you left what would be permanent scars along his body---covering the old ones left by his enemy. Scars that were not made to wound, but to heal. Any mark you left upon him was gratefully accepted, knowing that he'd now carry evidence of you and your care with him at all times, all the way up until his last day in this world.
Like clockwork, the process was quick and painless. The first time you'd sewn him up, you had no clue what you were doing; fumbling and sobbing as you desperately tried to save his life. Tears clouded your view and your shaking hands couldn't safely find purchase on his abdomen. But Childe steadied you, held you close and whispered reassurances and apologies to you while talking you through every step. Now, he was like your personal patchwork doll. You'd sewn him up every time he went and hurt himself again, each stitch made with love and care.
When you were done, you wiped the area with a warm, firewater-soaked cloth, then applied an antibacterial ointment. He'd tried to take it from you, insisting he could apply it himself, but you smacked his hands away.
"You're my patient. Just sit back and let me take care of you.", you said it like it was nothing; a plain fact, your job. But it wasn't your job. He couldn't see why you were so compelled to shoulder this work yourself when you could've had him carted off to a Fatui infirmary the day you found him.
"They won't take care of you like I will.", was all you would say.
You knew the Fatui infirmary would prioritize getting their war machine in working order as soon as possible, rather than giving him quality treatment and time to heal. You also knew that, since visitors were not allowed into the Fatui headquarters, he would be all alone. And you wouldn't have that. You'd gotten letters to your residence that the Fatui knew you had their harbinger and were coming to collect him, but you used every one of them as kindling for the hearth in Childe's room. Soldiers had shown up at your front door, demanding entry or that you send their harbinger out to them, but to their surprise, you fought them like a wildcat. It was incredible how fierce you'd gotten over the subject of Childe's care, not allowing anyone but yourself to touch him. Your shouting startled the agents and they backed off as you swung the wooden spoon you'd been holding at them, warning them to get lost.
"He'll be back when he's healed and not a moment sooner!", you'd hollered as they begrudgingly trudged away.
Childe's gaze on you was proud and soft at the memory; you were the only person that had ever fought for him---and fought Fatui agents two times your size with a wooden spoon, too.
At your request, he greedily accepted your touch, closing his eyes as he let himself be blissfully consumed by the feeling of your kind hand smoothing the ointment over his skin.
When you finished, you sat back and examined him for a while. You did this often---like you were saving the image of him somewhere deep within you, like you were scared to forget him, scared to lose him. Your gaze washed him in warmth, his chest aching from the well of love he harbored for you. It made his eyes glitter and his heart ask questions it was desperate to know the answers to.
"...why do you put yourself through this?", the question slipped from his mouth in a whisper before he had the chance to think it through. It had been eating away at him since the day you took him in.
You tilted your head, the curious pout on your lips making him gulp; you were so very cute.
"Through what?", you asked.
"This.", he clarified, lifting his arms as much as he could to gesture to the situation you'd both found yourselves in. "...you know you don't have to.".
"I want to.", you argued. "The Fatui wouldn'---"
He interrupted your statement, "wouldn't take care of me like you would, I know. But that doesn't answer my question.", he looked into your eyes with furrowed eyebrows and painful confusion in his expression. "I know I'm burdening you. So why would you put yourself through this?".
In all honesty, he was terrified of your answer. He feared that asking would make you come to your senses and finally send him away; though he knew you deserved to get his hopeless corpse out of your house.
What he didn't expect was the lips he was so enamored with curving into a smile.
"You said you were mine; so you're mine to take care of. No one else's."
Now this perplexed him. He'd been yours since the day he met you, when your pretty face and gentle demeanor tethered him hopelessly to you from your first shared smile. And that tether coiled itself tighter and tighter around him with every day you spent at each other's side, every time he observed your unending compassion---building huts for creatures of the forest before snow storms would hit, patiently helping him with the school subjects he struggled in, babysitting his siblings with him while his parents were away...but what was so confusing was, he'd never told you. He belonged to you in silence and silence alone, neglecting to inform you of the hold you had on the heart he'd willingly given to you long ago.
He was at a loss for words, your exclamation hitting the nail right on the head. He was yours, but how did you know?
His wide eyes and crimson cheeks only made you chuckle, pulling his letter out of the apron you wore---the letter he'd saved on his person at all times for you in the event of his death.
"Unless this isn't yours?", you asked, cheekily.
His face paled. You must've found it after you'd taken him back to your house to care for him. You'd washed his clothes, including his coat, and emptied the pockets before throwing them in the wash bin---finding his letter for you safely tucked in the pocket that rested above his heart.
You opened the letter and read aloud your favorite passage to him:
"When you find my body, I ask that you carve out my heart and take it with you; it belongs to you, just as my body, my mind and my soul, though I fear the whole of me is too heavy for you to carry. Carry this, so you may have me and not be crushed by my weight. So you may have proof that I, and everything I am, belongs to you."
The rosy, dreamy smile that bloomed on your lips as you cantored his confession to him like gospel brought his deepest wishes and desires to life; you accepted him and his love with your full heart. His voice escaped him as you made his dreams come true with just a smile. Your perfect, perfect smile.
"Childe...", you said with a sweetness in your voice that rivaled any dessert he'd ever tasted.
His name falling from your lips made his heart jump.
"...yes?"
"...I love you.", the phrase left your throat like a quiet, ardent cry. I love you. It came from a deep, ancient part of your heart; a space carved out long ago for the boy you spent your childhood with, a space whose walls strain against the fullness of it. You'd stuffed it full of so much care for him, it felt like it was just a pinprick from bursting.
Your words made his own heart whine and scrape at the confines of his chest like a puppy wanting out of its cage so that it may find its beloved owner.
"That's why I take care of you. I love you.". It wasn't an explaination, it was a promise. It was a confession that you were just as tethered to him as he was to you.
Without another word, you scooted closer and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, careful not to lean too much of your body weight on him, but enough to envelop him in your warmth. He felt your heart beating against his, a passionate duet between lovers that had gone too long unsung.
He couldn't hold you in return, his arms aching too much to lift, but he buried his nose in the crook between your shoulder and neck, breathing in your scent as deeply as he could, pressing kisses to the soft space. You loved him. You loved him. He'd believe he was dreaming if the soreness from his wounds wasn't all too real---proof that he was living and breathing in the reality that you wanted him. That you wanted him and he was yours without any hesitation. Now, he was itching to heal, prepared to follow any rules you put in place for him as long as it meant that at the end of the process he could hold you like he wanted to---tight and possessive and finally.
He hungrily kissed his way up the column of your neck, just like he'd done in every daydream he had a moment to indulge in and in the periods of wakefulness he spun in before he fell asleep every night. Every waking thought he could spare was spent in dedication to you you you. He made his way up your jaw, to the sensitive spot behind your ear that made you gasp and shiver; spending a long, devoted moment tending to it eagerly. Then he kissed back down your cheek until he hovered right in front of your lips---pausing there. He looked up into your eyes amorously, pleadingly, silently asking for your permission to press his lips to your own. As if he was unsure if he was worthy or not.
Your loving gaze was enough to give him his answer.
So he shut his eyes and leaned into you as you braced yourself on his shoulders, squeezing them as his cracked lips finally met your own. He ardently devoured you, his desperation overcoming his physical limitations---abandoning his need for physical comfort in lieu of his need to taste you, to lick up every sweet kiss you would give him. He leaned forward as you attempted to pull away, his lips unable to satiate their craving. You relented, laughing lightly as you gently pressed him back down onto the pillows to relieve the sharp pain in his abdomen he sacrificed for a moment more of your lips on his. You indulged him, smoothing your hands up his neck to cup his jaw and hold him as you gave him as much as he wanted---which would never be enough.
No matter how much affection you'd give him, it could never fill the well of longing he'd been digging for you since the day he met you.
He'd yearn for you every moment of every day of his life. In this moment, he made a law for himself to follow: After he heals, he'll take care of himself, treat his exhaustion and avoid lethal injuries, so that he may keep coming back to you with his love in tow---offerings of affection he'd lay at your feet and pray you'd accept. He'd keep his heart beating so it would stay warm for you; so that the day you'd pry it from his chest would remain eras away.
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"Childe, I can hold the spoon.", you demanded, attempting to snatch the spoonful of soup from his hand as he chuckled and evaded your swipes.
Your grumpy, flushed face was too adorable for his heart to take, and the sound of your stuffy voice was too funny.
Oh, how the tables have turned since the day you'd taken him into your home. Once he'd started adhering to your treatment plan wholeheartedly, he healed in record time. Your harbinger had grown stronger and livlier than ever, a feat which he acreditted solely to your kisses and love.
"All I'm saying is, I didn't start healing until you started kissing me.", he had claimed, grinning broadly as he brought you into his arms after being able to stand on his own without pain for the first time since his injury.
He'd moved in not too long after he came back from his first mission since his hiatus, favoring your cozy cabin over any mansion his money could buy. He was grateful to be home with you...but you'd caught a bug while he was away. When you opened your front door with bleary, puffy eyes and the sniffles, he couldn't help but pinch your cheeks and laugh, drawing you in for a kiss. You'd argued and tried to push his face away, shouting that he'd get himself sick, but he only captured your wrists and held them against his chest as he pressed his lips to yours.
"No weak little bug can take down a warrior as strong as me.", he'd arrogantly claimed...
...you hated that he was right.
So he got to steal kisses from you scott free while he nursed you back to health, just as you'd done for him.
And he delivered such sweet payback, playing 'demanding nurse' just like you had.
"C'mon, sweetheart. Open up. Medicine's gotta go down the hatch."
"You're not sleeping alone tonight, love. Gotta keep you warm so your cold doesn't get worse!"
"Maybe you shouldn't shower alone...you might faint. Just let me come with you."
You started to pick up on the fact that maybe not all of his rules and regulations were made solely in your interest.
Now, you were fighting him over whether or not you could feed yourself.
"My arms aren't broken!", you bickered, sniffling and pouting like a stubborn child.
"Ah ah ah! But any physical exertion could delay your progress. You wanna get better, don't you?", he argued, grinning like a fox.
"...yes."
"Then lay back and let me handle you. I gotta take care of what's mine, right?".
You only quit your grumbling because he looked so proud of himself. So cheerful that he got to make you feel better and call you his, just like you'd done for him.
He planted a kiss to your hot forehead, tutting as he pulled away.
"Your fever hasn't gone down yet. Let me get you a cool compress."
With that, he trotted off to the kitchen. You couldn't help but smile at his antics, running about without a break and spending every moment of the day doting on you---all for a little case of the sniffles.
And how could he not? You were his one and only love, and like he said, like he'll repeat any time you need to hear it...
You are his. He is going to take care of you.
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— The Morning After
Childe x Reader;
;; An Exes to Lovers themed drabble.
;; rewritten from an old account.
Ajax leans on the doorframe, a chuckle echoing in the kitchen. You look up from your position over the stove, eyes scrutinizing him as you frown. “Yes? Is there anything you need, Ajax?”
“Mm, nothing.” He tilts his head, staring at you with soft eyes. You look away, feeling your chest tighten at the softness. “And here I thought you’d leave me alone after last night.” He pauses, “Again.”
You pause from stirring the food and bite your lip at that word. You never really stayed after those nights. Today is the first time you did. You continue with your cooking. “…I’ve thought about it.”
He grinned. It’s a sad grin, but there is a hint of affection in them that makes you grip the spatula a bit tighter at the lump in your throat. “So you did?” He pads over to you and wraps his arms around your waist, tucking his chin on your shoulder. You continue with your stirring.
“And you chose to stay?” He said, breath close to your ear. He feels you stiffen at his voice. Soft, testing and… hesitant.
“…I did.” Your voice, in turn, is quiet as well. There's a softer lilt to it, but he doesn’t comment on it.
The kitchen is quiet, and Childe nuzzles his nose to your shoulder blade, his ginger hair tickling you.
“Why?” He whispered, arms subconsciously tightening around you.
You turn to face him, eyes not giving away anything as you search his face. Your mouth forms a thin line before a small, unsure smile finds its way on your face. “Just because.”
That much is enough for him, and he doesn’t question you as you leave the house after breakfast, leaving behind a missing hole in his heart and in his home.
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1 2 3 . . . ON THE AIR !!
genshin impact smau ft. childe x fem!reader
| SYNOPSIS;; Teyvat University’s popular radio personality, Y/n L/n, has only one gripe with her life. Her classmate, neighbour, and all-around nuisance in her life, Tartaglia. Their rivalry extends just past academics and, to her horror, into her work. He becomes the music director and co-host for her radio show, working alongside her most nights and forcing himself even deeper into her life. But is he really trying to just be friends, or is there an ulterior motive to his actions?
GENRE ;; modern!au, college! au, crack, angst, hurt/comfort, enemies to fwb to lovers, ‘it was all a bet’ trope.
WARNINGS;; lots of swearing, sexual innuendos, incorrect information about being a radio host / radio work in general, childe goes by tartaglia and ajax, alcohol use, drug use, violence jokes (potentially a few kys jokes but nothing too graphic), bad humour, potential smut (will be marked minors DNI), childe and y/n call each other names A LOT in this, unedited writing, written chapters will be marked with a (w), more tba as necessary.
| STATUS;; coming soon.
| TAGLIST;; open ! pls reply to this post or send in an ask to be added !
CAST !!
y/n and friends | childe and co | misc / extra profiles
. . . extra;; tba
playlist!!
TABLE of CONTENTS !!
PROLOGUE. coming soon
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I'm new to this whole request thing so I hope I don't f up 😅
May I request headcanons of Diluc, Kaeya and Childe getting called the "prettiest boy I've ever met" by their sleepy female s/o?
No worries, you did great <3 And of course I can do that! To be honest I'm happy that genshin is finally getting some love from request side so I hope you enjoy this as well!
Diluc, Kaeya, Childe react on being called the prettiest boy you've met
⊱ Diluc actually was probably minding his own business when you called him that and then he stopped whatever he was doing to look at you with surprised look
⊱ if you're alone and the two of you are just doing your own things, he'll be slightly flustered about it but will still thank you properly
⊱ although if you're in public or even worse, in his tavern while he's serving clients, he'll blush even more on that but of course will try to hide it
⊱ if someone decides to tease him while he's in this state EHEM Kaeya EHEM then oh dear lord he'll definitely get his revenge
"Love, I really appreciate your kind words towards me but I'd like to mark that were in public."
⊱ he knows very well that it's probably because you're simply sleepy but it still gets to him
⊱ fall asleep on him right after saying it and I guarantee, he'll be even more flustered
⊱ don't expect him to not return the favor tho, when he finally gets over your compliment, he'll make sure to catch you off guard as well or just compliment you on one of your affectionate hangouts
⊱ Kaeya probably takes it the easiest from all three of them
⊱ no matter if you're alone or in public he'll give you the cockiest smile of his and will compliment you back
"Ah well thank you! But you know... the prettiest boy needs the prettiest girl and you seem to find yourself in that role perfectly~"
⊱ there's just one small difference in doing it in public and in private, he won't hold back if you're in private and he'll tease you even more in public
⊱ if you fall asleep on him, he'll remind you what you said right after you wake up but even if you didn't, he'll still remind you about it especially if he gets reaction out of you
⊱ after that situation, he's in better spirits than ever that day
⊱ he knows you're usually sleepy so the thought of you saying it out of tiredness makes it all even cuter to him
⊱ be ready for him to be a little extra affectionate today after hearing you say that
⊱ if you'd say to Childe that he's the prettiest boy you've ever seen, he would do his best to hide his flustered that made him
⊱ and he thought that the best way to hide it would be by giving you a compliment as well
"Haha! Thank you, girlie. You know, you're the prettiest person in the whole word for me~"
⊱ but he quickly understands that complimenting you isn't really helping him to calm down
⊱ he may act cool but the truth is that he's dying inside
⊱ say it while you're sparing with him and I can guarantee you'll get free win
⊱ if you're in public, he'll spoil you with gifts even more than usual, now it's enough you look at something for a second and next time you look at him, he already has it in his arms
⊱ if you fall asleep on him right after saying that, he won't even try to hide it and will just stay flustered for pretty long time but don't worry, he'll get over it eventually
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SHDJEJFHDJFFJ I LOVE YOUR WORK!!! Can I request a childe x fem reader smut story?? Can be any topic you want I give you full freedom
ambrosia
✦ +18 ONLY, MDNI🚫
✦ pairing: childe x afab!reader
✦ wc: ~600-700
✦ cw: not proofread, mentions of aphrodisiacs, fingering, light bondage, dub-con(?), dumbification, dacryphilia (if you squint), degradation, he’s a little mean, he’s enjoying this a bit too much, he calls reader baby, reader calls him ajax, no penetration, squirting, oral (fem receiving), lmk if i've missed any!
childe told you that he had something fun in mind tonight, but that he didn’t want to ruin the surprise. and so you said it was ok because you trusted him, and you still do, but maybe you were regretting that decision just a bit after drinking a mysterious concoction he’s given you as you’re now on his bed, unable to control the heat coming from between your legs.
“ajax…” you whine, rubbing your thighs together as he hovers over you with a satisfied smile.
“yes, baby?” his smile widens. he knows exactly what you’re asking for without needing you to say it explicitly, but when he said “something fun,” you weren’t expecting this.
“you have to ask me properly or i won’t know what it is that you want.”
“ajax… please fuck me…” you mutter, covering your face with your hands because despite the heat, you’re still all too embarrassed to say it out loud. childe grins, the expression a bit sadistic as he gently guides your hands off your face and ties them over your head with his scarf.
he kisses you and you moan into his mouth, the feeling inexplicable. all your senses are amplified so that even a simple kiss is making you tighten around nothing. he notices you rubbing your thighs in a futile attempt to relieve the ever growing heat and he chuckles. it’s cute, it really is, because he knows that without him, those tiny fingers of yours wouldn’t be able to get rid of the heat until the aphrodisiac itself wears off. he keeps kissing you, slowly moving down your jaw to your neck and collarbones as he begins leaving marks too, and you whine again, this time tearing up from frustration. childe is absolutely delighted at this point, seeing you helpless and completely at his mercy. it’s only when the tears finally fall does he decide to give your some relief.
“awh, is my dumb little baby crying?” he asks condescendingly, his expression telling you nothing close to sympathy.
“stop being… so mean, ajax…” you cry, more tears falling as he kisses them away, discreetly slipping a hand between your legs and touching at the source of heat.
“you’re so wet, were you waiting for this that bad?” he laughs, touching your clothed clit through the ruined fabric as you moan, nodding your head and coaxing him to do more. he licks some of your slick off his fingers, groaning as he does.
“my baby’s so sweet, aren’t you? the sweetest, little thing,” he caresses your face, plunging his fingers into you, the stretch is sudden and you gasp, welcoming his fingers as you were plenty wet already. he thrusts in and out, relishing in the obscene sound and your moans that were increasing in intensity, signaling that you were already close. he feels you tightening up and he’s just so ecstatic. this was his fantasy, to have you completely under his control and—fuck, did you just squirt all over his forearm? god, you're so perfect.
he dives between your legs and starts slurping up your release like it’s ambrosia, muttering stuff about how you’re so good for him, how good you taste, how wet you are, but you can’t hear any of it. you’re too focused on how much every sensation is and you can’t even stop to think or say anything coherent except for moans and childe’s name and he loves it. his tongue explores your folds, dipping into your sopping hole and out to suck on your clit, making you tug on his hair as he groans against your messy cunt, providing even more pleasure with the vibrations. you unravel on his tongue again, tears flowing down your face as he keeps doing his ministrations on your pussy, milking out your orgasm as much as possible. he stands upright, replacing his mouth with his fingers after hearing you whine at the loss of the feeling and wipes his mouth, watching how you’re so far gone and grasping at the sheets for some sound of grounding and he’s never been happier in his life and the night is far from over.
✦ an: thank you SO much for your request!! you're too sweet 🥺💕 i hope you enjoy this, childe is absolutely so fun to write!
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N.N.N Harbinger special!
A/n:i have had so many problems with this fic i swear,this is a reupload of the fic due to my blog being shadow banned and my post getting community labeled.i will have an ao3 account in a few days so i will also upload all my fics there
A/n:im not responsible for what people read
💉Dottore
💉he would accept the challenge only to experiment on himself.we are talking about dottore afterall.He was curious to see the effects that it had on his body.
💉he will even tell you to tease him a bit to see if the there any diferent effects.
💉this man sees everything as an opportunity for an experiment and suprisingly enough he made it through the whole month
💉until one day,you were approached by a fatui agent.
''lord dottore requests your assistance!''He said monotonely
and with that you got up from your seat and headed towards dottore's office.Knoking the door before entering,you closed the door behind you,he had his chair turned back at the door but as soon as he heard the door close he turned his chair to face you.
you always felt like a deer in headlights to his presence making your whole body freeze in place
''you requested my assistance,how's the experiment going sir?''you said cowardly
making himself comfortable he placed his elbows on his desk as the tips of his fingers touched eachether creating a sophisticated pose
''the experiment went great dear,but there is one last thing i want you to help me with.....how about you show me what that beautiful mouth of yours can do other than talking''
🐋tartaglia/childe
🐋When you told this man about the challenge,he acceted imediatly without any hesitation.Childe loves challenging his abilities in every way he can.
🐋But what he didnt expect was how hard it would be with you around him
🐋he lasted until day 15 and failed in the most clitche way possible
🐋You heard him call you from the living room,so you quickly threw a towel over yourself as you just came out of the shower and headed to the living room.
''what is it ajax?''you asked confused as you saw him stand still before you
his cheecks flashed red as he continued to stare at your half covered body
''you look really beautiful like this''his voice trembling almost like he fell in love again
coming closer to you he wrapped his arms around your waist closing the distance between you
You saw his gaze turn from soft to a lustful one,as his hands slithered down your ass massaging it softly and earning a low moan from you
"How about we take this to the bedroom hm"
👿Scaramouche
👿When you told him about the challenge he thought it was stupid but....he accepted it only because hehas a big ego about himself and wants to prove its not that hard
👿So of course you took it upon yourself and decided to tease him a bit just to step up the difficulty for him.
👿Pretending you dropped your pen and picking it up only to flash scara with a glimse of your panties,or another thing you did to tease him was grinding yourself against his crotch every time you sat on his lap and when he confroted you about it,you tried to pay it off as coincidence
That was the last straw for him
"Are you satisfied now slut" he hissed threw his teeth as he pounded into your core as he had you pinned with your legs next to your head
"Trying so hard to get my attention"he said continuing his merciless pace
By that you knew you were in for a long night
👖Pantalone
👖 Pantalone is different from the rest of the harbingers.He will agree to participate in the challenge under one condition,if you too joined
👖By accepting the deal you sealed your fate in he worst case possible
👖Pantalone didnt seem to break by your teasing even if it did hes impossible to read under that charming smile of his
👖Pantalone's teasing though...made you wish this month to be over already
👖He would brush his hands with yours everytime he passed you or he will whisper dirty things in your ear every chance he got just to see you cheeks glow red
👖Finally you had enough of his teasing,putting your ego aside you went straight to his office,upon entering you closed the door behind you
Pantalone lifted his head off of the paper work only to realise it was you
"Hello darling,is there anything you need?"
Bitting your lip as your face started to heat up from embarassment
"Oh!i see...you finally gave in,too bad we have to try next year again"he let out a teasing laugh as a sly smile started to form
You were in for a treat
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