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Could I request head canons with reader who likes to cook and clean and is basically like a house wife. Dottore and Childe please ☺️
(oﾟ◇ﾟ)ﾉ perhaps you can............. i did my best to try to make these not too redundant , so forgive me if they're a little repetitive sometimes. the tldr is just that they love their cute wife (you) shgjngfns
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cw: fluff! domestic fluff!! talks of food, mentions of having a family, childe's part gets a teensy bit suggestive
includes: fem!reader, dottore and his clones, tartaglia
wc: 1,2k
-ˋˏ It’s a popular headcanon that Dottore has a sweet tooth and I’m here to contribute to it bc I’m a firm believer in the Man Bad But Secretly Soft trope.......
-ˋˏ You often find yourself baking desserts for him to eat when he gets home from work and, on the rare occasions that he’s home while you’re baking, you make him taste-test the dessert you’re currently making
-ˋˏ He’s actually decent at baking (it’s just food science and he’s The Science Guy), however he doesn’t particularly enjoy doing it. But you do! You love doing acts of service for him, which is why you got promoted from housewife to personal-pastry-and-dessert-expert housewife (said endearingly)
-ˋˏ Good ol’ chocolate chip cookies, maple pudding, red velvet cake, lemon meringue pie, tiramisu, mille-feuille; you'd make so many desserts that he had to buy a chef-grade refrigerator on top of your regular fridge to store them. Not that he minded of course, but sometimes he’d lightly scold you for making so many unhealthy foods (all the while being a hypocrite himself because he’s the one enabling you)
-ˋˏ Has a mini fridge in his office full of desserts (and the occasional homemade sandwich, for variety). He always has to restock it because his segments always get into it and eat his sweets that you made for him
-ˋˏ When he tells you about it you end up giving him two extra tupperware containers full of sweets that you insist he gives to his segments, especially the younger ones. If he doesn’t, you’ll just show up to his lab and give your freshly baked desserts to them yourself
-ˋˏ Sometimes Dottore tries to bake with you, but you always get frustrated that he never makes the desserts look nice. He just takes up space in your shared kitchen when he tries to help; which you tell him that by staying out of your way he’s helping
-ˋˏ You’re also the designated cook since he doesn’t really have any skills in the kitchen outside of knowing the technical stuff. The man is too busy fiddling with machines and organs to know about how to properly sear a steak
-ˋˏ His favorite meal of yours is a simple steak paired with a good, dry Malbec. You’re always setting up the table when he gets back from work, to which he always hugs you from the back to greet you. One time you didn’t hear him come in and you accidentally dropped the plate you were holding (you made him eat it as punishment. five second rule)
-ˋˏ On the rare times he works from home you insist that he doesn’t need to help you with chores, no matter how much he offers (which wasn’t that often to begin with, but at least he offered. like..... once). Instead, he’d get settled on the kitchen table while you wash the dishes, vacuum, etc
-ˋˏ Some days you’d be in comfortable silence, while on other days you’d listen to him ranting about how irritating his coworkers are, or about how much he wants to fire some of his underlings because they’re “so incompetent”. Thankfully you can calm him down before he,, makes an angry phone call
-ˋˏ You don’t get the chance to visit him at work that often, so you revel in the times where he’s able to work from home. But since you can’t go see him that often, it means you don’t see his clones either
-ˋˏ The older segments would refrain from asking about you (because you’re Prime’s wife, not theirs. he’s yelled at them multiple times about it. bro’s possessive) while the younger ones would consistently bother him about your whereabouts. He insists that he hates it when they ask, but inwardly he imagines how you’d take care of them. (is it to heal his inner child or to imagine how good of a mother you could be? maybe both, but he wouldn’t admit to the former)
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-ˋˏ Childe would have been your housewife if he wasn’t a Harbinger. point blank
-ˋˏ Buuuut, since he isn’t, he makes sure to take care of you. You’re always cleaning after him, cleaning him sometimes, and overall taking up more tasks than he thought you could (should) chew. Of course, you did it all out of love and didn’t expect him to owe you anything, but he’d feel bad if he didn’t help at least a little bit
-ˋˏ So once or twice a week (depending on when his schedule allows it) you’ll both be cleaning the house and doing chores together
-ˋˏ You’re both listening to music while sweeping the floor, reorganizing the pantry, wiping down the counters..... getting as much done as you can before Childe decides he’d rather have you sat up on a counter while he nestles himself closer to you
-ˋˏ He always buys the best appliances for your sake since you’re the one that’s home most of the time. That one really expensive, cordless vacuum cleaner you saw at the store? He bought it. A duster with a retractable handle that can help you reach the top of shelves without you needing to stand on a chair to clean? Childe bought it before you could even ask. That really cute cherry-shaped deep dish with matching baking utensils you saw at the store together? He’s carrying it to your car right now
-ˋˏ Though while he does buy really useful things, he balances it out by getting you unnecessary items. Like a frilly pink apron with Kiss the cook embroidered in cursive on it, or a soup ladle that looks like the Loch Ness monster but I digress
-ˋˏ Childe is 100% a family man- so, as a result, he's thought about having his own family with you. After seeing you indulging Teucer and his siblings’ shenanigans, he absolutely wants to have kids with you and have you do things like read books to them, make them lunch to bring to school, etcetc
-ˋˏ Loves to come back home from work to you, smelling the fresh aroma of dinner wafting in the air
-ˋˏ He loves your cooking!! Can’t get enough of it, especially when he comes back from training and he’s all spent. Whether it be your homemade soup, a hearty meaty meal, or a pasta dish he’ll always devour whatever you make
-ˋˏ You make extra portions of chicken, steak, whatever protein-filled meal when he’s bulking so he can bring leftovers to work to eat them after sparring sessions. It makes everyone else jealous (which is partly his intention lol)
-ˋˏ Boasts about you to his coworkers and agents below him, always saying “my wife” with a lovesick smile on his face
-ˋˏ Has a whole bunch of photos of you in his office, ranging from cute candid pictures to professional, framed photos on his desk, and a tasteful polaroid of you in his wallet. Adores showing you off to others (except the photo he has in his wallet, of course. that’s for his eyes only), so much so that sometimes his underlings try to come up with excuses to leave because he goes on and on and on........ what can he say, he loves his cute housewife !!
#୧ ‧₊˚orderup!#dottore x reader#dottore x you#genshin x reader#genshin x you#dottore x fem!reader#dottore x afab reader#childe x reader#childe x you#tartaglia x reader#tartaglia x you#childe x fem!reader#tartaglia x fem!reader#childe x afab reader#tartaglia x afab reader
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I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH AND SAW THAT UR REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!
Could i request childe x fem!reader comfort fic? Reader is feeling overworked and burnt out and when she sees her boyfriend when he came over, all her built up emotions come crashing out. You can decide how he comforts her! :3
Awww thank you love!!!
I didn't know how much I needed this fic until you requested it ♡ thank you darling now we can all give our stresses to Childe. Lord knows he'll handle them for us.
Childe x fem!reader II comfort, fluff
content warnings: self deprecating thoughts
The pressure of the room bore down on you like an elephant sitting on your chest. You’d made so many promises, commitments, stacked mounds of responsibilities on yourself…to the point where it felt like every square inch of your brain was occupied with no space left for you to rest.
Your thoughts were buzzing with alarm bells ringing with upcoming deadlines or the imaginary voices of people you had to apologize to and ask for extensions from—and you couldn’t even jump on the work you had to postpone now because you were paralyzed with exhaustion. Your mind kept screaming for you to go go go! but your body just couldn’t keep up.
So here you found yourself on your couch, staring up at the ceiling while shaking with anxiety, your brain pulsating with a mix of fatigue and self-loathing.
Why couldn’t you get it right?
Why couldn’t you get anything right?
You were so lost in your despair, you didn’t catch the large, slender hand waving a few times in front of your face, nor did you hear the warm timbre of your boyfriend’s voice calling your name.
What finally shook you from your stupor was the feeling of rough lips gingerly meeting your forehead.
Your eyes finally focused on Childe’s crooked grin, his blue eyes brightened with amusement. He must’ve let himself into your apartment.
Childe was so good at everything he did.
He held down one of the hardest jobs you could imagine having; a Fatui harbinger with hundreds of subordinates awaiting his commands, mounds of paperwork and physical labor paired with the emotional labor of working in the brutal environment…and he was fine. He kept going. He never asked for a break or took time off; he’d just cram the things he wanted to do into his already tight schedule and delegate what spilled over. Sure, he’d come home tired, he’d need extra loving from you to recharge after a particularly grueling mission…but he would be back up and at ‘em the next day, running into the next battle right after the last…
Which made you feel so morbidly inadequate.
Even now, he’s just come home from a twelve hour work day without an ounce of wear on his face—a bundle of joy and energy. He probably planned a date for you too, or grabbed something for dinner on the way home, or picked up some extra paperwork during the work day so he could sleep in with you tomorrow—he just achieved so much.
His life is so much harder than yours and he’s not half the mess that you are. In fact, he isn’t a mess at all.
It made you want to cry.
Oh, no, you were crying.
Your boyfriend’s face paled in horror as he watched you sniffle and burst into a fountain of tears upon the mere sight of him.
“Hey, hey, sweetheart! What’s the matter?”, a nervous chuckle fell from his throat as he combed his fingers through your hair comfortingly—twisting one of the soft locks around his pointer finger subconsciously, a little habit he picked up long ago when he’d finally earned the pleasure of cuddling you and touching the parts of you he so admired.
“I’m nothing like you.”, was all you could sputter out as sobs wracked your tired body.
He tilted his head in confusion, “...that’s…right?”, he didn’t understand what made the distinction so blasphemous.
“I just–”, you fumbled for your words as your brain short-circuited its vocabulary, “I suck so much.”
“WHAT?”
You’ve thrown your poor boyfriend through a loop. You’re the most incredible person he’s ever met! He’s charted the course for the rest of his life on the sole mission of making you happy, of giving you everything you’ve ever wanted, because he’d fallen so deeply in love with every inch of you. You were perfect. How could you think any differently when he spends every waking moment of his life telling you that?
He doesn’t need to hear anything else. From the sight of you alone—your sunken eyes lined with dark circles, your eyebrows scrunched together in painful stress, your cheeks devoid of color, he could tell your body was quitting on you and your mind was suffering for it.
“Aaah, sweetheart, don’t tell me you’ve been biting off more than you can chew again…or rather, not biting anything at all—when was the last time you’ve eaten?”
His question did not require an answer—he was aware of your habit of neglecting your physical needs over your metaphysical demands. Without another word, he snatched the fuzzy blanket draped on the end of the couch and collected his adorable little bundle of tears up into his arms before carting her off to the kitchen.
You squirmed in his grasp, trying to push your way back onto your feet, but he wasn’t having it—taking both of your wrists in one of his large hands while holding you in one arm, tugging you over to his lips for a quick kiss as he never broke his stride. Childe’s strength was initially a big draw of yours to him; you drooled over him when he’d carry heavy things for you, swoon watching him train…but now that you’re his other half, his physical prowess gets to be a real pain in the ass when he decides to manhandle you.
He carries you all the way to the kitchen counter where he plops you down on the edge and wraps you up the cozy blanket—an opponent easily and tactfully subdued.
When you try to get up, whining that you have work you should be doing, he only slips his arms around you in a tight, loving vice; keeping you prisoner in his blanket cocoon.
“Ah ah ah! Not so fast. You may be ignoring her cries, but I hear her loud and clear—your body needs rest.”
“Childe, I’m serious! I’m already behind—”
“And you’ll fall even further behind if you keep pushing yourself past your limit. Tonight, you’re done thinking about any tasks you have lined up. The world’s not going to end if you save your work for tomorrow.”
He was accepting no further argument as he sighed into the big warm embrace, pressing his nose into the crook of your neck and humming contentedly. As he squeezed, you felt all of the stress drain out of you, letting go of your worries for the time being. No matter what flurry your mind might be spinning in, it’s like your body was programmed to go limp in Childe’s arms—he overwhelmed you with a feeling of safety. Nothing could go wrong when you were in your boyfriend’s hold, he guaranteed that.
He pressed kisses to your tear-soaked cheeks, cooing reassurances to you between each one.
“Your worth is not equal to the amount of work you accomplish.”
“In my eyes, you’ll never fall short of anything but perfect.”
“I love you, sweetheart.”
For the first time in what felt like days, you were able to take a deep breath and feel the tension in your shoulders release. The stress fell off of you like a cloud of smoke, leaving you sleepy and spent while huddled in Childe’s embrace. He couldn't help himself from stealing a few long, indulgent kisses from your pouty lips---he was a man, after all, and your sweet, sleepy face made him want to devour you.
He chuckled as he felt your body stop fighting and yield to rest—a little win for him against his most beloved, adorable opponent. He pressed one last kiss to your temple letting go of you and strutting over to the bag of groceries by the fridge.
“I grabbed some stuff for dinner on my way here, I'll whip something good up for you.”
“I knew it.”, you thought, that same pang of incapability stringing your heart before you took another deep breath and let it go.
Yes, Childe has the capacity to go above and beyond in ways you can’t right now, but that doesn’t mean you’ll always fall short. You two are completely different people, you have strengths he doesn’t just as he has strengths you don’t. As you watch him roll up his sleeves and get to work chopping vegetables---your eyes roaming over the deep scars of battle that mar his skin, you recall how Childe struggles to open up about his emotions, while you can coax him into talking about his feelings and giving him the support he typically denies himself. You have a capacity for compassion many fail to mirror, bringing brightness to the lives of those around you—even strangers. And you have a cordial charm that draws others in, a big reason you’ve been saddled with the pile of work you’re suffocating under—people find you reliable and trustworthy.
That’s why you and Childe work so well together; one of you can pick up what the other drops. You hold each other up so you can both move forward.
So you know you can trust him when he tells you you’re perfect, because you think he’s perfect too ♡
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Favorite Part of You: Genshin Version Pt. 1 (Zhongli, Tartaglia, Xiao)
Summary: Are they a butt guy, boob guy, or thigh guy?
CW: suggestive, fluff
Xiao x fem!reader, Zhongli x fem!reader, Tartaglia x fem!reader
Xiao
100% a boobs guy
At first he didn’t really have a preference, but once physical contact became more common (he’s surprisingly weak to cuddles when he gets used to it) your boobs became his favorite part
And it’s not even pervy
Boobs are just very comfy and he’s short enough that it’s not overly hard to use them as pillows
Actually, he might actually get rest when he has his head on your chest
And I should move on before this turns into How to Cuddle an Adeptus: Anti-social Yaksha edition
Zhongli
I don’t know what it is about refined people and seeming like they’d prefer legs, but I guess they do *shrugs*
Zhongli is very appreciative of your legs
He’s not so crass as to point it out publicly or even make a big deal out of it, but you can see the way his eyes linger when you wear some of the shorter Liyue dresses
When you’re sitting next to each other in private he might lay his hand on your thigh or absent-mindly brush his fingers up and down them
And after a romp? You’re wearing a long skirt or pants. Zhongli is mindful enough to keep from marking up your neck and shoulders, but he can’t quite help himself when it comes to your legs
Of course, you don’t mind too much. How many girls get to have an Archon leaving love bites on them anywhere
And in the name of PG-13ness, moving on!
Tartaglia
Butts, butts, butts
He has no issues walking behind you to watch the way your butt moves
He also has no issues walking next with he arm around your waist, letting his hand drift as far south as you’ll let him. And he has the gall to look innocent when you move his hand back up to your waist. The look you give him is, in a word, unimpressed
And if you bend over in front of him, he strikes me as someone with good control over his hormones, but insta-boner. Doubly so if you’re in something that doesn’t cover much something you use to tease him all the time
#These are so hard to keep pg-13#Xiao#Xiao hcs#Xiao x reader#xiao x fem!reader#Zhongli#Zhongli hcs#Zhongli x reader#Zhongli x fem!reader#Tartaglia#Childe#Tartaglia hcs#Childe hcs#tartaglia x reader#tartaglia x fem!reader#Childe x reader#childe x fem!reader#genshin impact#genshin hcs#teyvat talk
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౨ৎ ; Cheerleader ♡
Pairings : Tartaglia/Childe/Ajax x fem!reader
Warnings: nfsw, spicy but will possibly be in two parts (sorry bunnies), bimbo!reader, footballplayer!Ajax, cursing, modern!au
a/n ; n js so yuu kno bunnies, this is my first time writing anything spicy so sorry if it's cheesy ml..♡
It was a typical school day, well after school day.
Nothing out of the ordinary of course.
Ajax was sitting down around his many football friend, half lidded eyes seemingly staring at a particular girl dressed in a skimpy and revealing cheer uniform among her many friends, innocently enjoying being surronded by her cheer buddies.
(Y/N)'s friendgroup was the loudest among many of her other classmates in the classroom, without them the class would ve filled with a awkward quietude as they were possibly the only source of sound in that room.
Usually, they only ever discussed about cheer, whether it be practice or gossip about another one of the cheerleaders on the opposing team.
But on this very day, the girl's were discussing about a very different topic: If (Y/N) had gotten her first kiss, and most importantly, if she lost her virginity to anyone on the premisis.
The conversation had started off small and innocent, but turned into a big Q/A for poor (Y/N), she could only sit there and endure being asked questions on whether or not she had slept with anyone yet.
This had piqued the attention of a certain ginger haired classmate of hers, who may or may not have a big fat crush on her, and possibly a raging boner at the thought of her being fucked brain-dead by he himself—
"You'kay man? You look red— like, Diluc's hair red.." One of Ajax's friends said, Itto, who was sipping on some water before Diluc had slapped the back of his neck, causing the dude to start choking.
Diluc wore a scowl on his face, similiar to one of the more shorter players, who was also Aiax's bestfriend, Scaramouche.
Ajax could only give a forced, wry smile whilst crossing his legs to try and hide the tent building up in his basketball shorts.
"Nah, i'm fine, y'know.. Just really excited for this season's playoff's.." He could clearly feel the thick atmosphere inside the classroom, knowing his teammates do not believe his empty words that uttered his lips.
Kaeya knew about the ginger's crush on one of the cheerleaders, hell, everyone in his friendgroup knew about it. Considering it was quite obvious, Ajax would always get distracted by the sway of her hips during their practices— And to top it all off, that cheerleading uniform that the school provided, everytime he would get a good glimpse of her in that short miniskirt..
He couldn't take it, all Ajax wanted to do was fuck her behind the bleachers, rough and hard..
"We could all see the pathetic stares you give her Childe, man up and ask her out, you pussy.." A hoarse, rough voice spoke, his purple haired bestfriend had an shit eating grin plastered on his face.
Oh how Ajax wanted to bitch slap that look right off that cheeky little bastard's face, but he knew he'd only make things much worse.
Playing dumb was the only thing thht he could do in this moment, trying to save himself from looking like a lovesick puppy. "I don't know what you mean, ask who out?" Of course, no one believed him, it was quite obvious that his eyes were set on someone.
"Dude, even Itto knows you like (Y/N), and his IQ is lower than a donkey's.." One of his friends joked.
Itto, who was picking his nose a few seconds ago, slapped the guy's head in response to the small comment.
It was pointless for Ajax to fight back, of course, they were right after all, he did have a crush (and a raging boner lol) because of (Y/N), who also, had a huge crush on him.
Before Ajax could give his friend's another glare, a small object from (Y/N)'s desk hit the hard wooden floor with a small 'clink', wondering if he should get up and get it for her, Ajax wanted to see how thing's would play out.
"Oopsies!— Hold on I dropped something, ehe~!"
A certain high pitched voice rung out, It was (Y/N).. Who was know currently bending over to get the item she dropped, that same mini skirt barely covering her panties that were on full display for poor Childe..
"Oh my fucking god.." Childe muttered with widened eyes, thing's had gotten even worse for the poor ginger haired male..
౨ৎ ; Pt.2 coming out soon luvs<3
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Genshin impact characters reacting when you tell them you‘re pregnant + how they would be during the pregnancy
characters: ayato,childe
T/W: pregnancy, fluff enjoy!
not proofread!
Ayato
he would await it one day that you‘d come into his office and tell him that you‘re awaiting. it would definitely happen some day sooner or later, i mean this man has clearly no other choice, he is the head of the clan and that requires that he would get an heir some day. of course he is over the moon when you told him. not only because he‘s relieved that it finally happened even with some problems at the way. on the other hand he feels a sort of relieve because he isn‘t the only one without a child on the way anymore.
but of course he is also happy for the both of you to finally get the family you wanted.
to the dismay with many other high society people the baby turns out to be a girl but you two honestly doesn’t care about the gender and nobody says that that would be the last one, aren‘t they?
he would move his whole working space into your private chambers so he can be with you in an emergency. he has experienced the pregnancy of his mother with his younger sister and he wouldn’t forgive himself if he would let you go through this.
if you would fight with nausea he would personally take the best care of you. if he‘d find you bent over the toilet he will gently take your hair back and pat your back until it‘s over. then he would carry you to your marital bed, lay down with you and massage your back until you‘re feeling better and can rest. also he would ask thoma to prepare a stomach-friendly tea and get you anything you want (i mean this man is one of the richest people in teyvat so what would be better to spend the money than his own family?).
Childe
after he came home from a 3-month mission you‘d suprised him with a tiny yellow box with a blue little sweater and a positive pregnancy test in there. he just looks at you completely confused but as he opens the box, revealing a little blue wool pullover and a positive pregnancy test. his eyes turn wide as he looks with a small smile at you.
„you are? how far are you lovely?“ he asks you. „well yes it happened on our ‚goodbye-fuck‘ and after i felt nauseous and tired i went to the doctor and he only confirmed my suspension.“
after hearing the confirmation he broke down in tears and hugged you. now everything was okay. he was with you in his homeland, you and his family were safe, and now you, you the love of his life, the person he always wanted children with, were pregnant. so this evening, in the small illuminated corridor, he let his guard down.
with your pregnancy he becomes at least 10 times more overprotective than he already is. poor man he just want you and his unborn child be safe, but you still the stubborn woman he fell in love with, you want to continue your work at the adventures guild. after a long and loud discussion with some yelling by you, caused by your pregnancy hormones, he finally obliged to continue your work but still till the 6th month and only paperwork. you were literally so upset with him after his decision so you slept on the couch. in the morning he came to you begging to you that he can‘t sleep another night without you.
he will spend much more time with you, writing the tsaritsa a letter, explaining the situation and he got the half-time of his work off. you will spend this time often with his family sitting in the warm living room playing games and looking at photos when ajax was only a baby (i want to see this pictures so bad) and his mother will knit a sweater for the baby when the name is decided. like the weasley christmas sweater thing (ofc you and the others already have one)
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other charcters will follow soon…
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could i request some childe smut cuz fontaine is fucking me up rn! specifically maybe he's kidnapped her and is making her beg for him to fuck her?
DJFLSDJ NOT THIS FUELING MY FUCKED UP FANTASIES LETS GO
Triggers for kidnapping, restraints, technically manipulation.
The harbinger smirked as he watched her writhe in her restraints "C'mon, Comrade," He cooed, letting a gloved finger dip between her folds hauntingly. "Don't you want it? Don't you want to get fucked in your needy little cunt? Say it. Say how bad you need my cock inside you."
Y/N's cheeks flushed darker as she closed her eyes tight, looking away. Her jaw was gripped painfully as she was forced to look at him. He snarled as he moved closer, lips barely grazing hers.
"I can play nice," He whispered, drawing a whimper from her. "But only if you can too. If you don't act right, I'm gonna just use you like a toy and leave you dripping with my cum until I decide I need to use my little cocksleeve again." He smirked at her darkened eyes. "So beg for it."
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been thinking abt this for a while but .. imagine childe grabbing onto cat!hybrid readers tail right before they cum 🤭🤭
cw: hybrid! reader, reader with vagina, kitty nickname, overstim
a/n: I liked this a lot more than I should’ve
You’re mewling, spine arched as droplets of sweat collect on the dimples of your lower back. Your ass meeting his thrusts as he pounds into you. You’re clawing at the sheets, ripping down the fabric as you whine and moan into them, panting hard. Childe has you flipped over on all fours, his palms smoothing up the curve of your back to push you further into an arch for him.
Your tail swishes behind you, brushing along the harbinger’s toned abdomen, “childe hah pl-please,” you puff into the pillow shoved into your mouth, drool slipping over the corner of your lips as he pulls you down his cock over and over.
“come on kitty, you can take it,” he’s grinning behind you, a big smile spread across the plain of his cheeks as he watches your sloppy cunt stretch to take to length.
“Always take it so good huh?” His fingers dig into your hips, thumbs molding your plush like dough, his thrusts pounding into your walls, hitting that spot deep inside that makes you starry-eyed and wispy. You moan little uh-huh’s into the air, fluffy ears twitching and flattening on the top of your head when he grinds the spongy head of his cock against your g-spot.
“Takin’ it like you should, like my good little cockwhore, yeah.” You shiver at his tone, clenching and sucking his length so hard you can hear the squelch each time he bucks into you. Your eyes roll into the back of your skull and you murmur out, “m’close, fuck I’m so close,”
And you’re squeezing his cock in a vice like grip, walls pulsing and wrapping him in a tightness that he can’t help but hiss at. “Yeah baby? You’re close?”
“Need it, you’re so big.” You’re nodding into the sheets, so delirious with pleasure that you don’t notice the ginger smoothing his palm down your back, up your hips and over the curve your ass. Making his way to the swishing bobbing tail that’s softly brushing his chest, and he wraps his fingers around his and tugs harshly.
That garners the loudest most vulgar moan that the harbinger has ever heard in his entire life. Not to mention the way your cunt spasms around him so hard he gasps and cums straight in your fluttering hole, “fuck- oh archons!” He’s spilling inside you so deep, sticky milky white flooding you. It’s all too much, thick and mixing with your arousal and making you quiver on his bed.
Childe has never seen you cum this hard ever and you’re still shaking, legs trembling and back arched, and he doesn’t think he’s ever gonna go back to anything else ever again.
He fucks you through it, even though his cock is red and sensitive and leaky. He fucks you through it and and ignores the way you wail when he tugs on your tail, shutting you up by shoving his fingers in your mouth and letting the pads of them press against your pink tongue.
“Good kitty, just- fuck take it like should.” Yeah, you’re never gonna get him to stop tugging on your tail.
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Sun-kissed
synopsis: your lover spends too much time under the sun and gets cute freckles!
pairing: Childe x fem!reader; Diluc x fem!reader
tw: pure fluff, established relationship
word count: 1.2k+ for Childe, 1k+ for Diluc
Childe
*moyá tsarévna - from Russian “my princess”, since basically tsarevna is a daughter of tsaritsa (hystorical analogue for queen). No relation to Tsaritsa though, simply a term of endearment!
"Should've worn a warmer sweater underneath," you grumble, shivering a bit when the chill of the late morning seeped through your coat and creeped under your skin.
Lately, you've found yourself taking walks in a grove not so far from your house, enjoying the crunching sounds of the snow with every step you take and whiteness taking over your vision.
The grove looks like a perfect picture worth being drawn - pines, firs and larches clad in pretty dresses of the purest color and frozen crystals shining in the light of the pale sun - that's Snezhnaya in all its natural beauty.
This fairy tail atmosphere, that morning walks let you bask in, helps to keep your mind relaxed before diving into daily routine. Usually you take a whole hour to wander among the trees, thinking of everything and nothing, occasionally feeding squirrels and trying to hit the farthest trunk with a snowball.
However today it seems to be colder than usual and you have to shorten your walk - coming down with something later would do you no good.
Readjusting your scarf to cover mouth and nose, you scurry out of the grove and to the buildings of your district.
It is when you are walking down the street two gloved hands appear in your sight and your body instantly stiffens for a moment, but it's enough for the person to cover your eyes. Dread sets in your heart and your only just relaxed mind is put into frenzy and screams to escape, to turn and punch the assaulter in the stomach.
He, and you are sure it is a 'he', appears to have guessed your thoughts and one hand leaves your face, snaking under your arm and securely embracing your waist, pressing your back to his chest. The other hand is big enough to keep both of your eyes covered.
As you are ready to scream and twist your body a hearty chuckle brushes against your ear and you stiffen again. However this time you almost immediately relax.
"Guess who~?"
Heart is thumping in your chest like crazy and you want to hit him so badly - who would willingly give their lover a heart attack!? Yes, you are extremely happy to know your lover has just returned from his stay in Liyue but still, he could've been nicer about his appearance!
"Childe!" you exclaim angrily, lifting your hands to lower the scarf - dump from your warm erratic breath - and then reaching to pry his hand from your eyes. But he doesn't budge, only pressing his chest closer to you.
"Wrong answer, my little menace~"
You are sure he can feel how you roll your eyes through the material of his warm gloves.
"Alright, Ajax, stop-"
"Wroooong," he whines, and you feel how something cold touches your slightly warmer cheek. Oh no, he is making that 'squish your cheek to your lover's' and make them melt. More like annoyed.
"Babe, I am not calling you that-"
"But why not?" You are sure he pouts, nuzzling you with his nose, which is also cold. "I've just returned and you don't want to call me that one word? Why?"
"Maybe because we are not married yet? And we are not gonna if you keep pressing your palm to my eyes!"
With this little threat (that you actually didn't mean at all) he finally draws his hand away and softly grabs your side, twirling you around and trapping in his embrace again, but this time with both arms snuggly wrapped around your waist.
You gaze into his deep blue eyes and suddenly all of the anger disappears, being replaced with longing that has been tugging on your heart for the months he was away.
"Hey," you say almost shyly, reaching your arms to his neck
"Hi," he smiles, and then presses your foreheads together, sighing in bliss. "I missed you."
"I missed you more, gingerhead."
"You did?" he stares into your eyes and you can care less for anything else except these two voids of endless ocean.
"Mhm," you hum, rubbing your forehead against his. "You owe me kisses, cuddles and stories from your several months long trip to Liyue. But first, we are going inside, I am starting to get cold."
"Your wish is my command, moyа́ tsarévna*."
The nickname draws a bigger smile on your face, which quickly dissipates into a gasp and a squeal, when he effortlessly throws you over his shoulder and turns around to march straight to your house.
Only when you are inside, undressed from layers of warm clothes, with Childe out of the bathroom, clean and fresh, you settle down on the couch in your living room. You cannot pass the opportunity and almost instantly reach for his face, cupping it with both hands, to bring it closer to your eyes so they can drink in every little feature.
That's when you finally notice something that wasn't there the last time you saw him, and it makes your eyes widen.
"Ajax, you have freckles!" Squishing his cheeks a little, you draw his face even closer, looking at each ginger spot, adorning his nose, cheeks and, oh Tsaritsa, even his neck!
"Ah, right, my brothers and sister said so when I went home to tell my family that I'll go fetch you first and bring you over. Though I wanted to spend some time alone with you first," when he sees you are not listening, your attention fully absorbed by his face, he pouts. Here he is, declaring how much he missed you, willing for once to put a lasting visit to you before one to his family, and you are not even focusing on his words!
"Come on, it's nothing special. Spent too much time out under the sun of Liyue probably," nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders, lifting his hands to pry yours off of his face.
"You are so pretty like that," he freezes. The eleventh Harbinger may be a cheeky cocky bastard, but once you give him a non-flirtatious genuine compliment, he loses his composure. Meanwhile your thumbs caress his cheeks fondly, an adorning smile plastered on your face.
"You know we usually don't get a lot of bright sunlight here in Snezhnaya, right?" That was true, natives usually have freckles only if they are passed with the parent genes, like in Teucer's case. "On you it looks like you have been sun-kissed! It's super cool, Ajax."
"Sun-kissed…" he murmurs and then chuckles, shaking his head and reaching his arms to grab your waist. With a new squeal of yours he drags you in his lap, situating your legs on both sides of his hips as your arms wrap around his shoulders.
"Oof, what was that for?" You glance down when he buries his face in your neck, lips pressed to your skin.
"Well, the sun has kissed me but my girlfriend hasn't, that's not fair. I want my kisses, give them to me!"
Giggles ring in the living room as he falls on his back, dragging you even closer on top of him. Ajax feels nothing about the ginger dots littering his skin but your reaction amuses him. Maybe next time he'll take you to Liyue with him. That way he'll get to kiss you and be kissed by you every day.
Diluc
There are many reasons why you like summer and look forward to it every year.
Warm breezes that feel like blessings after days of scorching sun; flowers and trees blooming with birds chirping on their branches; seeing children of Mondstadt running and playing outside… Nature feels so inviting with warm grass under your bare feet, the way the sun warms your skin and pools of cool water being a relief after hours of walking.
Yet the main reason is the beginning of the grape harvest season. While it brings much more work onto your plate, and it's been so ever since you said 'i do' at the altar and became Mrs Ragnvindr, you do not mind as it gives you opportunity to help and lessen your beloved's workload.
The prize is oh so sweet, when you return home after days in Mondstadt, tending to the papers and occasionally checking on Angel's Share, and spot your husband in the wineyard among his workers. Rolled up sleeves and pant legs bare his strong arms and legs, you can even see how muscles move under the skin from afar. His long hair is tied in a rather quick but secure bun with only a couple of strands sticking out. But even those are glued to his sweaty forehead as he's spent hours under the summer sun, inspecting the fruits of several months of work and giving orders to his people.
In moments like this you can't help but stop and admire him. How appealing your husband looks with that concentrated look on his face, eyes fixed on yet another bunch of grapes resting on his palm, wrist twisting and turning to give a better look at full juicy berries to detect any sign of unripeness.
Not to mention that his pale, almost snowy skin finally gets some color in places not covered by his clothes. Diluc pays no mind to it but usually huffs in amusement when you trace your finger over the lines in places where one shade goes into another.
Sometimes you get particularly lucky and get a chance to ogle him with his upper body completely naked. Of course you've seen the view before, you've seen much more than just his naked torso, but seeing him in a minimal set of clothes out of the house isn't something that happens a lot. More than once have you been caught by Adelinde eating your husband with your eyes, the maid always giving you a teasing smirk and passing you a jug with cool water she was meant to bring to her master. But receiving it directly from a loving caring wife is much better, no?
The best thing though, that happens every year without fail, is Diluc getting his skin littered with freckles. Nose, cheeks, neck and even his wide chest receive the sun's attention and, as a result, yours too.
You practically become glued to him whenever you have a break. It doesn't matter if it's scorching outside, you are still going to be not so far from your husband either simply sunbathing or holding a conversation with him. If he moves further down the yard, you move your lounge chair too, if he turns to address his workers, your gaze travels over the expanse of his back, and if he takes a break…
You have a hard time not to pounce on Diluc. Is it really possible to fight the temptation? When he smells like summer: fresh, hot with the lingering scent of grape and birch wood from the baskets they use to collect grapes. You inhale him with eyes closed in bliss, nose pressed to his exposed neck, fingers holding onto the sides of his almost completely open shirt.
Then your lips start pressing kisses to his skin, trying to cover as much territory of his neck and chest as you can, and that's when Diluc's cheeks start to burn. He is very thankful for his back being turned to everyone else and his physique being big enough to hide your body and not let them see your sudden loving attack on him.
"Darling…" he hoarsely murmurs and you kiss his bobbing Adam's apple. "What are you doing?"
Your pretty eyes he adores so much slowly flutter open and you gaze at him as if he has just asked about the most obvious thing (and he has). But it's hard not to tease him, when his cheeks flush such a pretty color, blush spreading to his neck.
"Mmm, who knows… maybe your wife is jealous of the sun for having kissed your skin for days I was away doing work and trade. Giving you kisses is my job and no one else's!"
You open his shirt and, before he can react, snake your arms around his torso, fingers instantly drawing patterns on his back, gently running over each scar met on their way.
"You know, I can feel how wet your shirt is against the backs of my hands. Maybe you should shed it completely and let me kiss you all over your booodyy," you almost whine, rubbing your nose between his pecs.
Getting redder and redder Diluc puts his hands on your shoulders, but doesn't really try to push you back.
"Love, I am sweaty, you shouldn't be pressing your body to mine like that…"
"It's melting hot, 'Luc," you state, not taking your face away from his chest, "and I am sweaty too, so I don't really care."
The man sighs, defeated, fingers on your shoulders softly squeezing them.
"You do this every year, I should've gotten used to it already…"
"Heh, yet you have not. Every year you get these magnetic freckles, every year I do this and every year you enjoy it. Am I not right?"
Diluc sighs again, knowing that you are absolutely right. It strokes his ego that you find everything about him appealing and have this radiance in your eyes whenever you gaze at him even after years of marriage.
"Let's get inside the winery. It looks like you are not going to let me work anymore today."
"Mmmm, alright! Go give your men orders, I'll ask the maids to draw a bath!" you smooch his freckles-littered check and, after unwrapping your arms from around him, hurry to the house.
Diluc watches you fondly, fingertips barely grazing the kissed patch of his skin.
With you in his life, he started to love summer too.
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Frantic Desire (Childe x Fem!Reader)
This art isn't mine, it belongs to mamepokokun who's extremely talented. Please check them out and support them.
Summary : After a one night stand with the woman he can barely tolerate that seems to linger in Childe's memory, what will he do when he sees her again at an official party?
Warning : Making out, some sexual themes, slight swearing
Pairing : Childe x Fem!Reader
Genre : Romance (a bit spicy thought), Enemies to Lovers
a/n : Hello! I've never left notes like this before, but I just wanted to thank you all for the support you've shown for my previous works. Reading some of your comments have truly made my day and I hope this post is able to make yours too.
Childe had never hated anyone as much as the woman he’d caught at corner of his eye.
He’d spotted her across the ballroom, a sickeningly sweet smile plastered across her face. As a harbinger, she seemed to fit perfectly in the background of the ball in the Tsaritsa’s honour.
The party had been a bore, filled with mundane remarks and courtesies. But his eyes hadn’t left her for an instant and he certainly hadn’t failed to see the how she’d spared him a few subtle glances.
The damned woman had been tormenting his mind for countless nights, caressing him softly with phantom touches.
Touches that left him panting for more as he clutched his bed with the moon as his sole witness.
Y/N could feel the eleventh harbinger’s eyes piercing into her back. She almost scoffed at the ludicrous display of hatred, how could a single man be so obvious?
The musicians burst forth with violins and the music began to pick up pace as it blasted through the ballroom. In a sudden spark of courage, Childe began to walk towards her, insults ready at the tip of his tongue.
“Leave me alone, some of us actually are busy and have matters to attend.”
Of course, Y/N, the Tsaritsa’s personal favourite would respond with such coldness. Childe tilted his head, trying to restrain the thoughts that were threatening to spew from his lips.
He wanted to taint her, ruin her and see that facade of indifference burn to ashes.
“Is that so, comrade? I couldn’t help but notice you sulking in the corner for the past while. Perhaps that’s why you seem even more sour than usual, can’t handle not being the Tsaritsa’s lapdog for a single night?”
“Of course not, unlike you, I don’t have to prance around like a jester to retain my position, considering that I have the needed prowess for a harbinger.”
Childe’s jaw clenched and he sucked in a harsh breathe.
“What are you even here for? Came to beg for a dance, have you?”
Childe didn’t know what spurred him, but he couldn’t stop the words that tumbled out of his mouth.
“Would you like it if that was the case?”
He relished the shock that swept through her face.
“Bold of you to assume that I’d accept.” She replied, regaining her wits.
Childe closed the gap between them, shielding the galling Y/N from prying eyes. “Sure weren’t this cocky a few nights ago, were you?”
It was a tangled mess of limbs as Childe felt his shirt being ripped off.
“As eager as always, hm?” Childe said, hissing as Y/N dug her nails into his back.
“Be a darling and shut your mouth for once.”
Childe pushed her off, crossing his arms over his bare chest; a playful glint in his eyes. “One more vile remark and you’re getting nothing.”
She leaned in close, bringing herself close to his ear. “We both know you want this as much as or even more than me.” She whispered, leaving a sultry kiss on his neck, smearing her red lipstick on his skin.
“Then say it.”
“God, do you ever know when to be quiet.”
“Say the truth.”
“And pray tell, what is this truth?” Y/N raised her eyebrows, growing more impatient by the minute.
“That you know tonight is more than some spontaneous decision with no strings attached.”
Y/N grabbed his face and for a fleeting second, she could tell that if she asked him to, he might do anything she’d ask.
“Then beg for it.”
“Last time I checked, I wasn’t the one pleading to be touched.” Y/N chortled.
Childe flushed, embarrassment rising within him. “Why you-''
Before he could complete his words, she grabbed him by his black tie, tugging him closer to her. Childe stared at the emerald necklace that adorned her neck, light reflecting of it in a plethora of colours. He couldn’t help but wonder how his hands would look in its place instead.
“That night was nothing else other than carnal entertainment .” Y/N muttered, glancing around the vicinity. “Though I’m not sure if you’re as confident about that as I am.”
“Keep up with haughty attitude and one day, I might just end up putting you in your place.”
“You chose to come up to me right now.” The corners of her lip pulled into a grin. "Seems to me as if you're desperate for my undivided attention."
Childe clenched his teeth in frustration. "I'm a harbinger like you, show me some respect."
"Make me."
Red seared Childe's vision as his breaths came out shallow. His fists shook and his head throbbed with rage.
"Aw, are you getting all angry?" Y/N cooed, placing her hand atop his chest. "Oh my, you seem to be getting all worked up over a few words."
She paused, pushing him aside. "You've grown weak, Childe. How pathetic."
A huge thud echoed through the ballroom as Childe slammed her against the wall, trapping her in between his arms. Whispers ran through the horde of guests as an awed silence fell upon the crowd.
She dug her nails into her palms, embarrassment clouding her head.
Y/N swung his arm away. "I have to apologize for my friend, I think the drinks really got to his head. Please, don't bother yourselves with us and enjoy the night." She chuckled nonchalantly
Childe remained silent as the guests broke out into giggles, the thought of a drunken acquaintance bringing forth a bout of humor.
The party began to pick up its momentum and the people returned back to the food, drinks and entertainment. Y/N whirled around before dragging Childe out of the ballroom, her silk dress trailing behind her.
"What the fuck were you thinking?" She hissed, running her fingers through her hair.
The cold wind whipped against their faces and Y/N involuntarily shuddered. As though it was second nature to him, Childe removed his coat and gently placed it atop her shoulders. The woman's eyes widened and she let out a huff. Nevertheless, she clutched his coat and wrapped it around herself.
Childe didn't know what was wrong with him. Every single rational thought within him was screaming at him to get away, that no good would come from this.
Yet a small part of him wanted to know what it felt like. To know how it would feel to take her right there, clasp her hand in his as he ravaged her. Maybe even adore and cherish her.
"Stop looking at me like that." She mumbled
"Like what?"
"Like you love me."
She was of noble blood, the Tsaritsa's right hand and lowering herself to a man of a lineage as inconsequential as the dust beneath the soles of her shoes would be a disgrace to everything she stood for.
But she couldn't control the way all the values that had been ingrained in her came crashing down or how her self restraint hung from a thread every time she looked into those sky blue eyes.
Childe guffawed and grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips. "Why would I? After all, it's just 'carnal entertainment', is it not?"
"Then why don't you engage me with it? It's not like the party is very amusing, is it?"
Childe grabbed her by the hips, leaning closer. ""Look who's begging now."
They were in too deep now, lost within the mess they'd made. Regardless of how far they ran, how much they tried to avoid it, some invisible string; perhaps of fanatical lust, fate or even inexplicable love kept tugging them back in.
His lips collided with hers, body relaxing at the familiarity of it all. Her hands clung to his shirt as if reaching out for something to tether herself.
The lines between right and wrong, morality and sin seemed to blur. Anyone could be watching them, feasting their eyes upon such a scandalous sight.
Yet, they didn't care, too far gone in their fervorous longing.
The eleventh harbinger pulled away and his teeth grazed Y/N's neck as the wind ruffled his hair. To her horror, Y/N couldn't stop the whimper that escaped her lips.
"Accept it." Childe groaned, inhaling her perfume, intoxicating his senses.
"Accept what?"
"That you want me."
It didn't matter what she'd been taught. The irrevocable feeling in her heart had grown far too big to be contained.
"You're the only one I could ever want."
Childe smiled, not snarkily like when they fought, but of genuine joy and Y/N could have sworn the stars seemed to dim in comparison to it.
One more night couldn't hurt anyone, right?
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May I Have This Dance?
A little something to celebrate the birthday of another one of my favorite Genshin boys! Happy Birthday, Childe!
Contains: fem!reader, masquerade ball AU, spoilers for Childe's real name if you still haven't read his character stories
The Earl and Countess of Morepesok held a grand masquerade ball in honor of the 23rd birthday of their middle son Ajax. But more than just a birthday celebration, it was also a ploy to find their son a wife since he was long of age.
Being of age yourself, your parents insisted on attending. Though your father was a baron, several ranks lower than an earl, your family was still permitted to attend the ball. Which is how you found yourself dressed in a poofy gown, shimmering black and gold under the lights of the ballroom chandeliers, and your hair pinned up in a fancy bun. Completing your look was a black cat mask with gold accents.
You stood at the edge of the ballroom, surrounded by guests dressed in expensive, colorful clothing decorated in feathers, gems, sequins, and many more ornate details that your eyes couldn’t catch. Amongst the chattering of guests, you could make out the voices of the Earl and Countess somewhere nearby, asking where in the world their son went during his own celebration, and the meek apologies of what you assumed was their servant, but you chose to ignore the conversation.
The constant chatter, loud orchestral music, bright lights, and dancing of the guests overwhelmed you and gave you a headache. You didn’t want to be here since you had no interest in trying to appeal to the Earl’s son and becoming his wife, but your parents insisted. You knew disobeying was not in your best interest, so you came along just to please them.
Fortunately, your parents were busy chatting with some of their friends that were attending the masquerade and paid no attention to you. You used this opportunity to slip out to the balcony to enjoy some fresh night air. Beyond the balcony railing you could see an expansive flower garden with a small hedge maze and a fountain in the center. Though it was dark, the gardens were well illuminated by the lights coming from the ballroom windows, and to your luck there was nobody roaming about outside.
Wanting peace and quiet, you hoist your heavy skirts and descend down the steps leading from the balcony to the gardens. Carefully making your way through the dark, you follow the sound of the bubbling fountain somewhere until you finally find it. It was fairly large, taller than you, and with a wide rim you could sit on to admire the starry sky and crescent moon above.
As you rounded the fountain to find the best spot to hide yourself from the light of the bustling party, you come to a halt when you spot a lone figure already sitting on the lip of the fountain. The sound of your footsteps alerts the man, and he whips his head in your direction. You catch the glint of an earring dangling from his left ear.
“Who’s there?” he asks, but his tone of voice is not hostile, rather it’s more curious.
“Oh, I apologize, I didn’t mean to intrude. I was just looking for a place to get away from the noise of the ball when I stumbled upon you. I’ll leave you be,” you apologize and turn around to leave when the stranger’s voice halts you once more.
“No, it’s fine, you weren’t disturbing me. You’re welcome to stay here if you want. This place is the best for leaving behind the clamor of the ball. Don’t let my presence scare you away,” the young man said in a friendly manner, and you felt compelled to stay.
Thanking him, you carefully take a seat beside him on the lip of the fountain. At this proximity you could better make out his features in the dark. The man was lean and dressed in an ornate monochrome suit, however the collar of his red dress shirt was messily undone, revealing his collarbones. He had short hair that glowed a warm amber in the faint light coming from the ballroom windows. You couldn’t see his face since it was hidden by a red fox mask that covered the upper portion of his face, but the amused smirk on his lips was clearly visible.
“Like what you see?” he teased, referring to how you were studying his appearance.
Snapping out of your thoughts, you tense and hurry to redeem yourself, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare! I’m just surprised that someone else would be here, is all. Are you also not fond of large gatherings?”
The smirk drops from his face, and the young man turns to face forward, gazing up at the twinkling stars overhead.
“You could say that. I’ve never liked balls—they’re stifling and boring. Ball etiquette is too restrictive, and everyone always talks about shallow topics and puts on an act for the sake of pretense. It all feels so fake and like a waste of time. I’d rather be doing something more interesting with my time, like training or fishing or-“ the man cuts himself off, clearly thinking he said too much.
To not let the silence linger for too long, you choose to continue the conversation. “Me too. I don’t like balls for similar reasons as you. Having to uphold etiquette and participate in shallow pleasantries to form shallow connections is exhausting and unfulfilling. Rather than attend this ball, I’d have liked to spend this evening doing my hobbies.”
At your words, the masked man turns to face you again. After a beat of silence, he breaks out in a smile but it somehow feels more genuine than before.
“You can call me Childe. May I know your name, fair lady?” he extends his hand out to you, palm up.
You quirk a brow at his choice of name, finding it amusing but don’t question his desire to stay anonymous. It’s not rare for nobles to want to hide their identity and enjoy some peace.
“My name is y/n. It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir Childe.” You place your hand in his, and Childe gently lifts it to brush his lips against the back of your hand. The touch of his warm mouth against your skin sent a tingle down your spine, but you tried to ignore it.
“The pleasure is all mine. It’s rare for me to meet someone who shares my views,” he says with a note of excitement in his voice as he lets go of your hand.
The two of you spend more time in each other’s company. Childe turned out to be a lot of fun to talk to, and you felt comfortable to open up to him, whether because of the anonymity provided by your masks or because of the nighttime atmosphere or something else, you didn’t know.
He had a lot of interesting stories to tell about his family. You learned that he had a lot of siblings, which wasn’t uncommon among noblemen. Childe talked at length about each of his siblings and how much he wanted to help their dreams come true. He also told you about his fishing adventures with his father ever since he was a boy, boasting about catching the biggest fish ever for his family. In all honesty, Childe mostly talked about his family rather than himself. It wasn’t until you asked him what his dreams were that he shared some of his ambitions with you, albeit reluctantly. He said wanted to become a knight and that he’s been putting in a lot of effort into training to become one, and he hopes he’ll be knighted soon.
As you listened to him, you couldn’t help but think his story sounded a lot like what you heard about Ajax, the son of the Earl and Countess of Morepesok who also wanted to become a knight.
“What about you?” Childe asks. “What are your dreams?”
You hesitate, unsure of what he’ll think of you if you tell him the truth. However, Childe has been nothing but open and friendly with you, so you wanted to reciprocate that kindness.
“To be honest, I don’t know. My parents’ expectations for me are to marry to a nobleman and start a family to keep the bloodline going since I’m their only daughter. I didn’t want to build any grand dreams for myself because I don’t know what kind of husband I will have. He might not let me do what I want,” you sigh.
Hearing that, Childe’s mouth forms a thin line, and he stands up from the fountain.
“It wouldn’t be an issue if you and him were in love,” he says.
“That’s true, but I have no guarantee I’ll be able to marry based on love rather than convenience. I fear if I take too long to choose a husband, my father will arrange a marriage for me,” you frown. “I still haven’t been able to find anyone I liked enough to want to be courted by.”
Childe looks like he wants to say something else, but loud orchestral music from the manor interrupts the moment between you two. Both of you glance back to peer through the windows, and see guests pairing off to waltz along to the music.
“May I have this dance?” Childe grins and extend a hand to you.
You’re briefly caught off guard by this change of events, but ultimately decide it wouldn’t hurt to have some fun dancing in a private corner of the garden.
“With pleasure,” you say and place your hand in his and let Childe pull you up from your seat.
Childe takes your right hand in his left, placing his right around your waist to pull you close. You rest your other hand on his broad shoulder and let yourself be led by him along to the music. Childe moves nimbly, leading you with confidence and ease as the two of you dance under the starry sky. You couldn’t see his whole face because of his fox mask, but the delighted smile he had as he looked at you was unmistakable. There was something magical about this moment, watching the stars and flowers spin around you as the two of you danced in your own little world, far removed from the bustling masquerade. For the first time, you were actually enjoying dancing. You weren’t doing this to fulfill some criteria or to appease your parents but were dancing simply for fun. It helped that your partner was good-looking and a fun conversationalist.
Once the music came to an end, it was time for you to part, however Childe seemed reluctant. He kept his hands on your waist, but his grip was loose enough that you could break free easily if you wanted to. You didn’t, though.
“If I asked to see you again, would you let me?” he asked softly.
“Are you implying that you want to court me?”
Childe chuckled at your question, but you could detect a hint of nervousness in his voice.
“To be perfectly frank—yes, yes I am. I’ve never met a woman who has been so genuine and honest with me, yet also so intriguing. I want to get to know you more. So, what do you say?”
“I’d like to accept, but I still don’t know your real name. Who are you really, Childe?” You gaze into his eyes, trying to discern his identity through the fox mask. He looked vaguely familiar, so you were sure he was one of the nobles you knew.
Childe sighs. “As fun as this has been, I suppose it’s only fair I give you my real identity since you gave me yours, but only if you take off your mask too.”
You chuckle in amusement at his request but agree to the terms. On the count of three, both of you remove your masks. Your eyes widen when you finally see Childe’s entire face in the dim light—he was none other than Ajax, the birthday boy and son of the Earl of Morepesok.
“Ajax…?”
“The very same. I know I shouldn’t be skipping my own birthday party, but I really didn’t want to spend the night dancing with random ladies while trying to find a potential wife. I had fun dancing with you, though,” he gives you a charming grin. “You’re quite pretty. I’m glad I got to spend the evening getting to know you, y/n,” his deep blue eyes skim over your exposed face, and you swear he looks lovestruck.
Clearing your throat, you turn your head to try and hide your flushed cheeks in the shadows cast by the ballroom lights.
“Thank you for the compliment. I had fun with you too, Ajax,” you give him a brief glance, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as your recount the memories of the night you spent with the charming man. “I look forward to being courted by you,” you say coyly.
Ajax grins and leans in, his face drawing closer to yours. You can feel his warm breath against your face, and your heart pounds at what he wanted to do. Will he kiss you? So soon?
…would you even mind?
However, before you had the chance to find out, you hear the voices of the Earl and Countess calling for Ajax in the distance. It seems they went to search for their son themselves and have made their way to the gardens.
Ajax reluctantly pulls away from you with an annoyed sigh at having your moment interrupted.
“I’m sorry to cut our time together short, but it seems like I have to go. I’ll let my family know this ball wasn’t for naught and that I have my sights set on a lovely lady which I wish to court. Hopefully this will also buy you more time to figure out what your dreams are. Don’t give up on your dreams, y/n. Until then, take care,” he says before kissing the back of your hand and turning around to leave.
“Ajax, wait!” you call out.
Ajax turns around, a bit surprised that you stopped him.
You quickly walk over to him and stand on your toes to reach his face. Planting a short but sweet kiss to his cheek, you pull away with a blush.
“Happy Birthday,” you say quietly.
Ajax looks stunned for a moment before his face heats up in a blush. He brings a hand up to cover the lower half of his face, but you can still see the happy grin peeking through his fingers. The ginger man looks like he wants to say something more, but the voices of his parents are heard again nearby, so he gives you one last wave before dashing off to find his parents, the lovesick grin never leaving his face.
Taking a seat on the rim of the fountain again, you hold your warm face in your hands, trying to calm your racing heart.
You didn’t think much of the masquerade ball when you first came here with your parents, but the night was full of surprises. Meeting Ajax and getting to dance with him was a pleasant surprise, but the most surprising thing of all was that you finally found your first love.
#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#childe x reader#tartaglia x reader#childe x fem!reader#tartaglia x fem!reader#this is my humble offering to hopefully get polar star for my Childe#please don't make me skip it for the third time T_T
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hi helloooo hope ure doing great !! could i pls req childe who constantly flirts with a shy reader who gets super duper flustered by it ???? childe + opposites attract + mutual pining lives rent free in my head >3>
ur in luck bc i AM indeed doing great!! mostly bc i wrote this. like oh GOD i love him he's so boyfriend agshnfga writing this made me giggle and kick my legs. was actually tweaking. im so weak for him sometimes DAMMIT
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cw: fluff, modern/college au, idiot in love x idiot in love, crack if you squint? childe and reader r just silly. only slightly proofread because i was too excited (sue me)
includes: fem!reader, childe
wc: 1k
It’s not like you didn’t want to be here, stuck between two very rowdy students cheering for their friends, because you were in the bleachers for the same reason anyways; to cheer on your own friend! But you’d prefer doing it without the constant shouts coming from the other students.
Previously, Tartaglia had insisted (read: begged) that you come watch his soccer matches, even if some were just for practice. I play better when I know you’re in the stands, he said earlier before he left you to your own thoughts, walking away to change into his uniform. It had been maybe half an hour since then and yet you couldn’t shake the conversation from your head, not when he kept meeting your gaze from the soccer field, flashing you a bright smile as he ran for the ball.
Your relationship with the redhead was a confusing one. As one of the popular students, Tartaglia naturally always had his own group of (equally popular) friends around him but, recently, he’s been hanging out with you more often. Saying something along the lines of him needing to take after you to mellow out his loud personality in comparison to your introverted one. You’d argue that it wasn’t necessary, that his energy was one of the things that drew you to him ; and as much as he likes to come up with excuses to hang out with you without you bolting in the opposite direction, you know you’ll always fall for his boyish charm, no matter how shitty his excuse is.
The sudden sound of shouts pulls you from your thoughts, a surprised yelp leaving your lips. Focusing your attention back on the field you watch as your friend gets engulfed by a group hug, the team cheering loudly- seems like in your daydream he managed to score a goal. The two guys next to you were standing up, cheering for them enthusiastically.
Overwhelmed by the sheer energy radiating from them, you focus your attention back on Tartaglia. He meets your eyes, his smile widening even further if it were possible, and waves at you energetically. You wave back sheepishly, cheeks flushed.
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“I told you I play better when you’re watching!” Tartaglia says with a teasing grin, lightly pushing your shoulder. You make a noise of surprise, covering it up with a cough as you raise your fist up to your mouth to hide your bashful expression. Whether he noticed the way you stiffened at his touch or not, he does a good job not showing it. “Did a whole hat trick thanks to you. Well, the soccer equivalent of it at least...” he continues sheepishly, mindlessly fiddling with the strap of his bag slung over his shoulder.
“How does that even work, anyways? Usually, people feel more pressure when there’s a crowd watching them...” you argue quietly, matching his long strides as you walked together along campus to go back to the gym changing rooms. Most people that came to watch the match had already left, however you and Tartaglia had been stuck behind due to him getting stopped by friends and acquaintances. Which worked in your favor since you disliked dealing with large crowds.
“Eh, I don’t care about other people. All I care about is having your pretty eyes on me,” he says with a wink.
Your legs stop abruptly, a flush decorating your cheeks, gaze never leaving the floor as you try to get your heart to calm down. How can he say something like that so casually? Is he messing with you because he has ulterior motives or is he-
“Heyheyhey, you doing alright over there? I didn’t break you, did I?” You hear Tartaglia calling your name, waving his hand in front of your face with a lighthearted chuckle. Pulling yourself out of your frozen state, you look up at the playful expression your friend wore, cheeks puffing out as you find yourself lacking a comeback. He notices your sullen frown and places a hand on your head, ruffling your hair playfully.
“Oh come on, don’t sulk now!” the redhead whines, “that was tame. You and I both know I’m capable of saying much worse than that,” he declares confidently, deep blue eyes looking down at you with a playful grin. A grin that seemed to never leave his face, much to your displeasure- how were you supposed to pull yourself together when he looked like the human incarnation of the sun?
“Don’t,” you mumble quietly, picking up the pace with your head hanging low, physically unable to face him anymore. Sure, you didn’t have the biggest group of friends and went out less than most people, but you were convinced he was shamelessly flirting with you. Why else would he be so close to you, relentlessly teasing you like this? Oh god, what if he’s like this with everyone? Maybe this is how he jokes around with his friends... Wait, speaking of Tartaglia, where did he-
You bump into a hard surface. Opening your eyes, you’re met with a damp soccer tee, glistening muscles and freckled skin. Tilting your head up slowly, you’re met with your crush-friend-classmate-guy looking at you with raised brows and quirked up lips. He places one hand on his hip, observing your beet red face with glee.
“I didn’t even do anything this time, princess. Everything okay?” the redhead asks with an airy chuckle. Oh god, you thought. Wish I walked into a wall instead.
“Y-Yeah. Uh huh. Everything’s just peachy,” you respond with a thumbs up, the corners of your lips curling up into what you thought was a reassuring smile but seemed more like a nervous grimace to the soccer player. He didn’t buy your excuse. Instead of leaving it as it is, Tartaglia brings a hand up to his chin and looks up, dramatically faking a thought process.
“Hmm... I wonder what you could have been so distracted by? Was it my arms? My charms? Or was it-”
“Your body odor. You reek of sweat, go shower,” you squeak out, face burning as you scurry away from the source of your (delicious) torment, your heart running a marathon beneath your ribcage all the while Tartaglia laughs loudly in the hallway, speedwalking to catch up to you.
#୧ ‧₊˚orderup!#childe x reader#childe x you#tartaglia x reader#tartaglia x you#genshin x reader#genshin x you#childe x fem!reader#childe x afab reader#tartaglia x fem!reader#tartaglia x afab reader#linked the definition to what a hat trick is bc idk if everyone knows what that is sgfngnfs
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all the right moves
Summary: You’re a struggling mid to late 20’s MBA student trying to fuel your fire for your family’s struggles. As you work with some friends, you meet a random and charming businessman who tries to sweep you off your feet. However, he’s not all he says he is. Can this spell disaster? And what exactly does he have to do with your past?
Pairing: Childe x fem!afab!reader
Smau and written
Genre: fluff, angst, smut, comfort
Warnings: 18+, modern au, business au, slight ooc, cursing, drinking, smut (will be tagged at the right time)
Start date: late November
Tag list open
Character profiles
Chapters:
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
More to be added
Taglist: @zireaels-igni @mrskreideprinz
#surprise!!!!#new fic#genshin smau#childe#childe smau#coming soon#childe x fem!reader#childe tartaglia ajax#tartaglia#tartaglia x reader#tartaglia x fem!reader
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I had a hurt/comfort thought where Tartaglia just snaps and says something hurtful when his s/o tried to help him while he was upset, but rather than leaving immediately she just sits there and listens. Letting him just release it out of his system, sorta. O wO ofc she's deeply hurt by it and says she understands when he starts to apologize about it. But if he was going too far then she would snap back, and leave him be for a bit until things settle down.
I’m Sorry (Tartaglia x fem!reader)
Hello anon! Thank you for the lovely request. I was running on like four hours of sleep when I wrote this so it’s probably not the best, but enjoy~
Warnings: Cursing, fem!reader
Masterlist
You had decided to bring Ajax lunch at the Northland Bank, and lo and behold, Signora had been there not too long before you. Needless to say, he was pissed, because she had taken the Geo Gnosis and tricked him into buying her time to do so. However, that didn’t mean that he should’ve let that anger out on you.
You knocked on his office door, hearing him say a faint “enter” from the other side. His blue eyes flicked up from the document he was reading to see you. You smiled, bringing out a box of warm dumplings. “Hey, I know you said you were working late, and that I shouldn’t bother you, but I brought you dinner.” You said, walking in and setting the box down on an unoccupied part of his desk. You sat in one of the chairs next to his desk, noticing how he fidgeted with his gloves. He looked angry, very angry, and though you knew better than to pry, you still asked what was going on.
Tartaglia looked back down at the document and sighed deeply when you sat down, before feeling your hand against his. He let you hold it, his glare deepening. “Hey, can you look at me for a moment, please?” You asked. He stared over at you with the same look. You knew he was angry, knew he didn’t want to talk, but you persisted nevertheless. “What’s wrong? Why are you so mad right now?” You asked, he slammed his hand on the tabletop. “You wanna know what’s wrong? I’ve been here with you for well over a year, away from my family because of my mission here. My bitch of a coworker just completed it right as I was getting ready to myself. She stole that opportunity the moment I got my chance, and not only that, but she also took the Anemo Archon’s Gnosis, so that’s two right under her belt. I failed my mission, and now I have to sit here dealing with these people for another month as I wait for another mission before I can go home! I’ve been working my ass off for a year, and she took my limelight like it was hers!” He yelled, stalking toward you as he let go of your hand. You took a step back, but then decided to hold firm. “Ajax, please calm down, you’re yelling.” You mumbled, watching as his look grew even angrier. “Are you kidding me? After everything I’ve done for you, your words of comfort are for me to calm down? I can’t calm down when I just failed one of the most important missions of my lifetime! I’ll probably never get another opportunity like this ever again. You know what? Get out.” He demanded, pointing to the door. “Ajax…” things were getting worse. “Get out!” He yelled. Your eyes widened slightly as he raised his voice at you, since arguments between the two of you were so rare. You glared at him, before drawing your hand back and slapping him square across the face. You stormed out, slamming the door behind you. Fine then, he wants to yell at you? So be it, but you won’t be talking to him for a while until he apologizes.
After he calmed down a little more, Ajax realized exactly how bad what he’d just done was. He knew how you felt whenever you were yelled at, and he’d yelled at you because there was no one else to take that frustration in the room. He crossed his arms and banged his head against the desk. “Way to go, Ajax. She’s going to ignore you for the rest of the week.” He mumbled to himself. He didn’t know how to apologize when it came to you, he wasn’t good at it, and he certainly wasn’t good at admitting he was wrong. However, what he did know was that you needed space for a bit so that the two of you could cool down, and he respected that. He just didn’t think you’d find comfort in one of the people that caused his anger in the first place.
You ate dinner alone that night, thinking about what happened earlier. You decided to let things cool down for a few days, to give your lover some space, and went to sleep early that evening. You slept peacefully with a clear vision in your mind of how you were going to handle this argument with him. “Things will get better, I’m sure of it. This is just another hiccup we have to get through.” You told yourself, closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep.
Childe closed the door to his home and locked it behind him, walking to the kitchen. He was about to call for you when he remembered that you weren’t there. “Why did I yell at her? It wasn’t even her fault in the first place.” He mumbled. He shook his head, before grabbing some ingredients and making dinner for himself. “I’ll apologize tomorrow.” He muttered, before getting dressed in his nightclothes. Ajax didn’t sleep well that night, his mind full of nothing other than you.
The next day, you woke up early to take commissions from the Guild, and quickly made your way to Wangshu Inn. Smiley Yanxiao sent in a request earlier, and you were the one who got it. You walked there, taking your time, and quickly got him the crab meat he needed for the kitchen. You then made your way to Mount Tianheng to complete a time trial and then to Cuijue Slope to deal with some Treasure Hoarders that had been causing trouble for the Guild for a while. You took a break to eat lunch, taking out the food you’d made earlier and eating it as you looked around at the beautiful cliffs and mountains.
By the time you got home, you were exhausted. You collapsed on the bed and fell asleep almost immediately. However, when you woke up the next day, you saw a note on the kitchen counter, which was addressed to you from Ajax. The note said: meet me at Liuli Pavilion for lunch, please. I want to talk- Ajax. You decided to take him up on the offer, and got ready to go out.
Ajax nervously fidgeted with his gloves as you walked up, before looking at you. “Hey, I-” “Follow me, I’m not talking to you here in the middle of the harbor.” You interrupted him, taking his hand and leading him to a more secluded spot. He didn’t know what to say, how to apologize, so he took a deep breath before looking at you. “I- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you like that, I wasn’t thinking straight yesterday because of Signora’s actions, and-” he stopped when you hugged him, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing him tightly. “I just wanted to help, I’m sorry.” You mumbled, causing him to shake his head. “No, please don’t apologize to me, I’m the one who yelled at you. That was on me, not you. Please don’t try to take the blame for this.” He pleaded, hugging you back. “We can spend the whole day together if you want, just please don’t try blaming yourself for my actions.” He whispered, lifting his hands to cup your face. He pressed his forehead against yours, holding you there. “Can you forgive me for saying those things to you?” He asked, smiling softly as you nodded. When he tried to pull away, you kept him there, before leaning in close to him and stretching on your tiptoes to press your lips against his, kissing him. “The whole day, huh? In that case, how about we just head home? I’m exhausted from commissions yesterday, and I still have injuries. Besides, I’m feeling selfish today, do you mind if I have you all to myself?” You asked, causing him to shake his head. “Home it is.” He replied, sweeping you up into his arms and carrying you to your place. “How about I cook dinner tonight, too? I have a really good recipe for dumplings that Zhongli taught me a few weeks ago.” He suggested, watching as you nodded. “Yeah, that sounds good.” You replied, leaning against him.
The rest of the day, he took care of you, tending to your injuries and cooking for you. By the time the two of you settled down for the night, you had a soft smile on your face. “Thank you, Ajax.” You whispered, laying down against him as you spoke. “I’m sorry we fought, I’ll try not to yell at you again.” He mumbled, resting his head on top of yours. “Thanks for taking care of me today.” You muttered, pressing yourself against him. “It’s no problem, thanks for forgiving me.” He replied, closing his eyes. “I love you.” You whispered, looking up at him. He smiled, pressing his lips against yours. “I love you too.” He said, holding you close to him as the two of you fell asleep.
#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin#childe#childe x reader#childe tartaglia ajax#childe genshin impact#childe x fem!reader#tartaglia x fem!reader
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꒰ 𐙚 Cheerleader ; pt.2
౨ৎpairings: Athlete!Tartaglia x Cheerleader!reader
ೀwarnings: (NSFW), semipublic sex, gagging, he fucks you raw, and cursing! (^-^✿)
Was that intentional? Is she teasing me? Questions bounced through his already dirty mind, his dick throbbing and almost ripping the seams of his tight feeling shorts.
"Fuck.." He muttered under his breath, still eyeing at her with half lidded eyes. Poor Ajax's mind was all over the place, but the only thing he could clearly think was the plush of her thighs squishing together to try and save herself from embarrassment (didn't really work tbh..)
The room felt hot, the conversations getting louder and louder in his ears as a certain ginger's cock got harder and harder each second that passes.
It was all her fault, she made him this way, she needed to be punished like the naughty little girl she was! Besides, this wouldn't have happened if she hadn't bent over like that without knowing that somebody could be staring!
"You guys wanna go to the cafe later, maybe like at six or something?" (Y/N) had asked her cheer friends, who had just finished practice a while ago and now they were all just making up plans for the day.
Ajax watches from a far, waiting for the perfrct moment to step in. Once all of (Y/N)'s friends had left to go change in the locker rooms, he grabbed her wrist and shoved her into the very back of the bleachers, hushing her in the process.
"A-ajax, what is going o—" A finger was pressed on her lips, a small hush telling her to 'Shut the fuck up'.
And being the good little girl that she was, (Y/N) had obeyed his wishes without a second thought.
Small whimpers escaped her plump lips before they were muffled by a calloused hand belonging to Ajax, he slammed her against the wall his hand still over her mouth.
He sucked in a breath, pressing himself against her skimpy cheerleading uniform causing another stuttered groan to leave his throat, the warm feeling of Ajax's breath lingering against her skin.
"Was it intentional you slut?" His voice demanded answers in a demeaning way, his hand freeing itself from her mouth and down her body.
She shook her head, covering her mouth as to not spill anymore noises that would leave her mouth in a shamefully loud way, "W-what do you mean..?" Confusion radiated off of her, giving him those same doe like eyes she did whenever they spoke.
"This shit!" Ajax loosened his grip from her body and pointed at the tent growing in his pants, throbbing as his dick was practically begging to be released from his pants.
(Y/N) gulped, looking down at his painfully hard erection with a hungry and needy glint in her seemingly innocent eyes.
It was just so alluring, causing her smaller hands to unknowingly grasp onto his shirt and whine.
"I-i'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" She begged for his forgiveness, "I'll be a good girl! ♡"
The sound of her melodic whines and whimpers swept a smirk on his darkened expression, wiping that scowl right off his face as his hands closed off any exits.
Ajax's face inching closer to (Y/N)'s, their breaths mixing together before lips crashed into eachothers, hungrily.
Without any hesitation Ajax ripped off her uniform in a rush, hastily peeling off his pants in such a hurry while biting his lower lip.
He couldn't seem to get himself off of poor (Y/N) who started to squirm at the cold feeling of being exposed, that sweet perfume of hers alone seemed to put Ajax in a daze as he nuzzled his head into her neck.
She stopped for a moment, realizing they were gonna fuck without a condom, "W-wait, aren't you gonna put on a condo— Ah! ♡"
Without any warning, Ajax pushed himself into her entrance, releasing a loud groan as he pounded into her tight hole like a rabid animal.
"O-oh! Ajax.. Please, A-ah! Slow d-down..~♡" (Y/N) squealed, her eyes rolling at the back of her head while drool fell from the corner of her lips, Ajax licked the creations that littered her bruised neck.
(Y/N) was like a blank canvas that Ajax needed to paint, a need to paint this canvas with his art.
He let out another groan followed by pleaded whines from (Y/N), "A-ah! Ngh!~ 'M s-so close, Ajax please! ♡"
(Y/N) babbled nonsense as her orgasm came close, but Ajax slowed down, a low chuckle leaving his lips in a degrading sense causing poor (Y/N) to let out a small cry.
"Huh.. Please— Mhhfg!" (Y/N)'s panties were used to muffle her voice, Ajax shushed her whilst a pair of footsteps walked past the bleachers that Ajax and (Y/N) were at.
Ajax gripped at her hair, using his other hand to grope her breast.
"Shh~ We have to be quiet girlie, wouldn't want'cha to get caught all messed up, hmm~?"
Only a moan was audible, causing the footsteps to stop before leaving the area.
"Oh what a bad girl, we almost got caught!"
Ajax slapped the fat of her ass as a warning, letting another low laugh as he bit the flesh of her ear.
Muffled whines and sorries could be heard from her, begging for forgiveness.
He chuckled once more, his hand grasping her wrists and pinning them above her head to try and prevent her from squirming so much.
"Tsk, Tsk, such a naughty little slut, maybe you need to be punished even more for being such a little attention whore~ ♡"
#ajax smut#tartaglia x fem!reader#genshin smut#genshin ajax#genshin impact#genshin imagines#ajax x fem!reader#౨ৎ;inniesmasterlist🎀
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Don‘t wanna lose you pt.1
POV: You‘re an adventurer at the adventures guild in Liyue so you have to leave for an mission while Childe was also on a mission in Fontaine but unknowing to you he was also in Fontaine to buy you a proposal ring. But at the day he finally got home he can‘t find you…
TW!!
angst but comfort at the end, hurt, mention of death, mention of blood, mention of wounds, violence, mentions of Dottore LMAO
Finally Childe would be home with the love of his life after so tiring and demanding weeks again and after such a long time he just want you un his arms while he shows how much he missed you. But the fatehas other plans for him.
As he got home at a rainy afternoon you not came to him as usual to greet him on the door. There wasn‘t any sign of you in the house. Childe became an anxious feeling. What if after such a long time living with you peaceful his background is stretching his claws to the person the loves the most to really hurt him. Scratches and even the worst wounds couldn‘t hurt him that much like somebody hurts his family. But maybe you weren‘t in danger you could just be at friends…but everytime you leave him a message on the kitchen table even if he wasn’t at home.
So he ran off to Katheryne to ask her where you where your latest mission was and what it was. As he heard that you just should observe the Fatui base in Avidya Forest his blood begun to freeze. He knows you. He knows that you wouldn‘t only observe. You are a warrior like him you take every opportunity to fight. Of course you‘re strong, you could already beat him in his Foul Legacy form when he was barely holding back. But this was different now. You were in a foreign terrain and at the main base in Sumeru are people who Childe wouldn‘t even trust on a easy task not to speak from the Ruin Guards and Hunters who are manufactured there.
After hours of concern and unknown he finally got to the base.
As he entered the Domain where many Fatui Soldiers are stationed and Dottore has his place to work and experiment, the soldiers bowed from the harbinger. „Where I can find the doctor“ Childe asked emotionless. „ I-in the labor Sir Tartaglia“ a young soldier said. Right after hearing a weak whimper from the labor Childe accelerated his already fast steps and right after he opened the door he saw you.
𝖸𝗈𝗎. It was really you. His girl. The person who was a important part of his family. The Person he can laugh, cry and make love with. The person he want to be with forever is lying on a examination table unable to move, screaming in pain and eyes wide in horror. And Dottore 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍 is just standing there and watching you with a small grin what his injection does with your body.
In the next moment Childe doesn‘t even know what he does. He kicks Dottore to the side and as he lays on the ground he straddles him and punches him in the face. Some Fatui soldiers were alerted by the sounds of breaking bones so they stormed in only to be confronted by a panting and blooding Dottore with no sign of other persons…
Childe was running
He was running for his life. No, he was running for your life because he knew that every minute can decide between life and death and he won‘t allow himself to loose you. He won‘t it allow that 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝗌 that they destroy what you two have build up over these years.
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now this was the first part of the series which will probably have 2 parts + an epilogue but please accept that i need to write some other ideas because for this series i have lack of inspiration.
so if you have any ideas for this series or for upcoming series let me know in the asking box!
now i will plan an orientation post with masterlist and a list of upcoming projects.
bye and have a great time
#childe#childe x fem!reader#tartaglia#tartagalia genshin impact#tartaglia x reader#tartaglia x fem!reader#childe angst#genshin angst#reader insert
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Could you maybe do Childe but like taunting and rough and being an absolute menace for the fun of it? Nsfw, if that's alright.
I'm in the process of planning out a fic revolving around this sorta thing and UGH YES. GIVE. ME. THAT. HARBINGER.
He smirked as he held her down, watching her eyes roll back in pleasure. "You wanted this, didn't you?" He cooed before thrusting hard enough to make her choke. "You know you love it!" He snarled.
"Fuck," Y/N whined, nails digging into his back. "Ch-Childe, fuck," She moaned as she tensed again.
"Already. What's that? Fourth one? At this rate, we'll definitely hit the double digits." He pressed deep, grinding down into her as his teeth caught her ear. "I wonder if we can hit triple," He cooed, making her shudder and flush. "You're mine, comrade," He hummed before thrusting rapidly again.
#ask request#childe x fem!reader#childe smut#genshin smut#tartaglia x fem!reader#genshin impact#childe tartagalia
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