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brenbofen · 10 months

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tartagli,,,,foul legaxy,,,,oughhh

Sub Foul Legacy Tartaglia x Dom GN Reader

Broadcaster Message - Didn’t know what to title this so I just used what I named the story in my notes app… Childe has such a special place in my heart, my puppy boy, oughh i love him.

Notes 🗒️ - Sub Foul Legacy Tartaglia, Dom Gender Neutral Reader, Size Difference, Monster Fucker, Partially me dumping HCs about Foul Legacy, Belly Bulge, Cumflation, Praise, Pet Names ( Baby, Love ), Let me know if I missed anything !!

!! Not Proof Read !!

No matter how many times you protested and told him it was a bad idea, Tartaglia didn’t listen. Changing into his large monstrous form. His clawed hands holding your hips as you sat in his lap, watching you carefully. You had to admit, despite your protests and disdain for this form, it was attractive. You peeled the large mask from his face, bright blue eyes staring back at you. You ran your hand through his long, slicked back hair. Tartaglia leaned into your touch, a low purr escaping his throat.

You felt impulsive, many ideas brewing in your mind, you made a sudden harsh tug on Tartaglia’s hair, making him hiss in response. You opened his mouth further with your thumb, admiring the sharp fangs without his mouth. Tartaglia grunted at the uncomfortable feeling, having one hand gripping his hair and the other holding his mouth agape. You eventually moved both hands to his forearms, looking up at him.

Tartaglia watched as you ran your hands along his armored body, knowing you had some crazy idea floating around. “We won’t have this for long… Why don’t we put it to good use?” You asked, looking up at Tartaglia. He flushed, having an idea as to what you were implying. You slid of his lap, resting your hands on the belt of his armor. Tartaglia let out a sound similar to chirping, which made you laugh, as you removed the parts of his armor that weren’t organic. While most of his armor was part of his body, you learned that areas of vulnerability had artificial armor, areas like his neck, chest, and you assumed, his crotch.

You removed the armor around Tartaglia’s legs and hips, smiling when you saw a thin cloth covering his dick. You glanced back up at the man, seeing his eyes half-lidded, biting down on his lip.

There was something that fascinated you about Foul Legacy, just how monstrous Tartaglia would become but still act and feel human. How even when he had large fangs that poked out from his top lip, long purple tongue that made you whine whenever it dragged across your skin, long sharp claws and dug into your back, his eyes were still human.

You cooed at Tartaglia, reaching up and kissing his jaw and neck, feeling his hands rest on your back. “You okay with this, baby?” Tartaglia just nodded, a soft hum leaving his lips.

You moved away again, tugging on the fabric concealing his growing erection. “Let me know if you need me to stop.” You mumbled before pulling the fabric down, revealing Tartaglia’s aching cock. It was so big. You ran your hand along the underside of it, hearing Tartaglia let out strained whines. “Gosh…” You ran a finger over his tip, pre already spilling from it. You glanced back up at Tartaglia. He let out a whimper as you squeezed your hand around his dick, one hand presses against his mouth and the other holding himself up.

You laughed as you watched him, still tugging and squeezing his dick. “You’re so sensitive today.” You cooed at Tartaglia, squeezing his thigh. Tartaglia just nodded slowly, his purple cock aching in your hand. You moved so you could remove your pants, still playing with Tartaglia’s dick. You slipped two fingers into your hold, smiling when you saw Tartaglia’s eyes go wide and a trill leave his lips when you groaned at the feeling of your fingers stretching yourself out. You squeezed his twitching cock with your free hand, groans spilling from your lips, only exciting Tartaglia more.

You weren’t sure if any amount of preparation could ease Tartaglia’s dick into you easier, but you at least wanted to try. Once you decided you were ready you stood up, climbing into Tartaglia’s lap and angling yourself so you were aligned with his dick. You squeezed your hips tightly, helping you lower yourself onto him. You hissed as you felt his fat dick press into you, stretching you out further. Tartaglia’s claws dug into your hips at the feeling of you squeezing around him, a low growl emanating from his throat.

You were eventually able to fit his whole length inside, a large lump forming in your stomach. You noticed Tartaglia staring at it for a moment, one clawed hand grazing over the spot, almost as if he couldn’t believe it was him. He eventually returned to the present and began to massage your hips, leaning down and pressing his face into your neck, purring loudly.

You felt so good around him and you were so warm, he couldn’t get enough of you. You slowly began to roll your hips,Tartaglia biting down on your neck in an attempt to suppress his whines. You cooed at him, running your hands through his hair. He was so big, pressing against your insides, hitting all the right spots as you moved your hips.

Tartaglia continued to bite down on your neck, licking any spots that began to bleed. He made soft chirping sounds mixed with groans, squeezing your ass as you moved your hips faster. “You’re doing so good, love.” You hummed, tangling your fingers into Tartaglia’s mane. He whined loudly, praising you, telling you how god you made him feel and how much he loved you. You loved watching him crumble before you, the confident 11th Harbinger melting like putty in your hands.

You began to bounce up and down Tartaglia’s dick, groaning as you felt his dick ram into you. You griped his shoulders tightly, leaning back as you felt warmth pool in your stomach. “Archons… You’re so big, baby.” You moaned, tilting your head back as you picked up the pace. Tartaglia supported your back, groans and whines spilling from his lips. “Fffuckk—“ You hissed, feeling yourself grow closer and closer to your orgasm. You could tell Tartaglia was close to his as well, wrapping his arms around your body, practically encasing you in a tight hug.

Chirps and moans escaped him, interrupting his praises and pleads. He was addicted to the feeling of you around him, hands clawing into your back, likely drawing blood. You lifted your hips and slammed down onto Tartaglia’s dick, feeling you finally reach your peak. You squeezed around Tartaglia during your orgasm, pushing Tartaglia to his.

He comes in you, filling you so full of his cum, stomach big from how much he stuffed in you. Happy chirps and praises fall from him, face buried into your neck.

You could hear the rumbling of his purrs die down as he returned to normal, his now smaller frame still wrapped tightly around you. You tightened around his now soft dick, his cum spilling out around it and onto the floor. Tartaglia fell onto his back, pulling you down with him.

He pulled his head back and stared at you, hair fallen all over his face. You hummed, reaching up and brushing his hair away. “We should clean up.” You mumbled, but neither of you moved, still laying on the floor. “Later.” Tartaglia said softly, closing his eyes. You laughed, resting your head on his chest, listening to his breathing and eventually dozing off.

#📺 brenbofen’s stories #writing #genshin impact x reader #tartaglia x reader #gender neutral reader #childe x reader #ajax x reader #foul legacy #foul legacy x reader #genshin impact smut #tartaglia smut #why does this man have so many names #what the hell #sub tartaglia #sub childe #dom reader

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starsstuddedsky · 1 year

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11:59

reader x minghao

summary: your (very new) boyfriend has a surprise for you

genre: fluff, fluff, fluff

warnings: none? food mention kind of

wc: 1.7k

a/n: ur honor i am in love with xu minghao

You’re in bed when your phone rings. It’s 11:46, and you just finished your night routine, pulling your blankets straight before climbing into bed. You smile, looking at the name with ridiculous heart emojis that Minghao insisted he didn’t add.

“Hi,” you answer. You feel shy, pulling the bright green throw blanket over your lap.

“Happy birthday,” Minghao says. His voice is muffled, as if he isn’t holding his phone to his ear.

“Well, I had to make up for not being there,” he says. “And I didn’t want to keep you up too late.”

“Up too late?” You repeat. “You’re funny.”

“I just care about you,” he says. The words make your heart glow. It’s been two weeks of officially dating this boy, who you’ve had a crush on ever since you met him. Two weeks of waking up to a living dream that you float around in like a kite in the wind until you see Minghao and he brings you back down to earth. It’s hard to believe that this is real life sometimes, these past two weeks feeling too good to be true. Everything in your head is categorized into before or after.

It’s too early to even think about the L word, but Minghao makes you feel like maybe one day that word won’t be so scary.

“Are you still there?” He asks.

“Even I can’t fall asleep that quickly,” you say. This is the first time since you started dating that he’s gone on a work trip. It’s common for him, something you knew before. You just wish the first trip he goes on after isn’t on your birthday. But you know he isn’t happy about it either and you don’t want to make him feel any worse about it.

“Well, if you’re up…” he says, stopping before he finishes his sentence.

“Am I getting birthday presents already?” You sit up.

“There may or may not be a surprise in a few minutes,” he says. “I recommend wearing something other than pajamas, though.”

“Why? Am I going to be filmed? If Mingyu is involved at all, I’m not going outside. He’s a safety hazard, especially when it comes to surprises.”

“I know better than to involve Mingyu,” he says. “Just be ready.”

“So cryptic,” you say. “What should I expect? A box? Something smaller?”

“You’ll know it when you see it,” Minghao says. “What are you wearing?”

“Trying to get me out of my clothes already?” You toss the phone down as you change.

“If you want to be caught in just your Batman T-shirt, that’s up to you,” he says.

“I thought you liked my shirts,” you say. “Besides, I wore Batman yesterday.”

“I’m sorry, it’s the one with the microscope and DNA jokes, isn’t it?”

You glance at the shirt that you were about to put on, a little strip of DNA wearing jeans that says cute genes. “You know if you’re going to tease me about being a nerd, I'm just going to hang up.”

“First of all, I’m going to make it very clear that I think it is absolutely adorable that you are a nerd, and second of all, if you think that I am not proud that I am dating a giant nerd who loves science puns and is also the smartest person alive, then I have made a serious mistake.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You don’t know what you’ve done to deserve Minghao. You’ve had partners in the past who were intimidated by your academic career, and it has ultimately caused the end of all of your past relationships. But Minghao, even before, was always interested in hearing about your research and genuinely supported you. Even if there is a fair amount of teasing.

“You’ve got to stop leaving me hanging and let me know when you’re falling asleep,” Minghao says.

“Not asleep,” you manage to say. “Just trying to decide if I should wear my good sweatpants or not.”

Minghao laughs. “You better choose quickly, your surprise is almost here.” The clock reads 11:53 as you decide to wear your favorite pair, checking in the mirror to make sure you don’t look like a total mess. You’ve already washed your face and it’s too late to do any makeup, but you fix your hair a little and decide it’s the best you’ll do on such short notice.

You aren’t sure what to expect. This is the first time you’ve had any event that involves couples and gifts, but Minghao is a thousand miles away, and you’ve barely been dating. Still, he doesn’t hang up, seeming to get more nervous the closer the surprise gets.

“I am fully clothed and waiting by my front door,” you say at 11:57. “When is my surprise?”

There’s muffled sounds, then nothing. You pull your phone from your ear and see that he hasn’t hung up, but there’s no sound, even when you turn the volume up. From the distance, you hear a car door slam shut and the lock beeping twice.

“Minghao?” You say again.

“Sorry, accidentally muted,” he says. His voice is clearer, as if the phone is against his ear. “I’m still here, and your surprise will be here in about thirty seconds.”

The door to your house is a thick slab of wood that for some reason doesn’t have a window. You and your roommates have lamented this many times, having to open the door to check if there is a package, and, even worse, when someone knocks. You always joke that it’s going to get you killed one day. It’s excruciating today, pacing back and forth in the entryway in anticipation. You could look out the window around the corner, but a part of you is excited by the surprise, enjoying not knowing.

“Do I get a countdown?”

Minghao laughs. “I’m not that cheesy.”

“Well, you’ve got less than a minute until my birthday, so, you better tell Seokmin to hurry.”

“No need,” he says, ignoring your second attempt at guessing. “Open your door.”

“No warning? I don’t get any hints?”

“Stop stalling and open the door before it’s too late, I want you to get your surprise before midnight.”

“Fine,” you say. You rest your hand on the door knob, savoring the excitement a second longer before pulling it open. In hindsight, you realize you should have turned on the porch light because at first all you see is a shape in the darkness, a figure standing on your doorstep. Maybe it’s because you are certain he is a thousand miles away, but it takes you a full five heartbeats to recognize Minghao.

“Happy birthday!” He says, flipping his phone to show that it’s midnight. He’s still wearing a suit, looking like he came straight out of a hallmark movie where the male lead realizes he needs to throw away his overly pretentious job for true love.

“Minghao!” You cry, throwing yourself into his arms. You are a little too excited, and he nearly falls over from the force of your hug, using the momentum to spin you instead. You cling to his neck as your feet briefly leave the ground. You’re back on the wooden porch after a moment, but you don’t let go. You think you might actually be glowing when he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“Are you surprised?” He asks.

“I thought you were in London!”

“I pulled some strings and got a flight back this afternoon. It was actually cutting it really close, my flight was delayed, and then Jeonghan was late picking me up from the airport, and my car wouldn’t start. My original plan was dinner.”

“I like this more,” you say.

“More than free food?”

“I’m going to be cheesy and say that any time that we’re together is more than enough,” you say. “Even better than free food.”

He squeezes his arms around your waist. “I bet we can guilt Mingyu into cooking for us. We can get free food and be together. Two for the price of one.”

“Two for the price of one? How much time have you been spending with Jun?”

“It was an eight hour flight,” Minghao says with an over dramatic sigh.

“How did you survive?” You ask with fake pity. You finally loosen your arms from his neck so that you can see him.

“Anything for you,” he says with a sly smile.

“You’re so cheesy,” you say, but you’re smiling too. He leans closer, until his nose brushes against yours.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks softly. His breath lightly brushes against your lips, smelling faintly of mint.

“Yes,” you whisper. He smiles and presses his lips against yours, soft and warm, and the best birthday gift you could have asked for. Though it isn’t the first kiss you’ve had with him, it still feels like it, and you have to lean away after a few seconds. Eventually you’ll be comfortable enough to do something more and maybe stop embarrassing yourself, but for now you settle for a chaste kiss.

When you open your eyes, Minghao is smiling. He taps your nose. “Should we go annoy Mingyu?”

You tuck your head back onto his chest. “In a minute.”

“And you call me cheesy?” He says, but he pulls you even closer.

“Shut it,” you say. “I’m just really happy you’re here.”

“Me too,” he whispers.

This is something you never could have imagined before. The simple happiness of being with someone, of being happy just by being together.

Minghao isn’t perfect. He has to travel a lot for his job, and sometimes his teasing can hurt your feelings. But you aren’t perfect either, and you know that he will work just as hard to make the relationship work. That’s all you can really ask for.

Love is a scary word, and you know neither of you are ready for it yet. But the dreamer in you can see the future, your birthday a year from now, where maybe it isn’t so scary anymore. And that thought makes you smile.

#🌟 stars galaxy #I LIVE #seventeen #seventeen x reader #svt #svt reader #minghao #xu minghao #seo myungho #the8 #why does this man have so many names #minghao x reader #reader x minghao #minghao fluff #seventeen minghao #seventeen fluff #seventeen the8

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galaxbees · 4 months

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"just once, i'd like to ask someone for help and hear them say, 'sure, let's go. right now. no strings attached.'"

→ top right img stolen from @ladygwyndolin

#mass effect #commander shepard #son boy #sheploo #broshep #why does this man have so many names #shepard mass effect #the logos r traced because i was lazy and i needed smth to fill the space

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attackjester · 7 months

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chris mclean total drama 🤝 ed teach our flag means death

guys who have long ass crime lists and a shit ton of homoeroticism

#ofmd #our flag means death #total drama #blackbeard #ed teach #why does this man have so many names #edward teach #chris mclean

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squidsinyoursoda · 1 year

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dumpster puppy and rabid possum, my favorite genres of depression

#stobotnik #depression #agent stone #robotnik #doctor robotnik #ivo robotnik #doctor eggman #eggman #why does this man have so many names #rabid possum #dumpster puppy #no vanilla extract #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #blorbos #sobersodas

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genshinimpactbrackets · 11 months

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#so sad abt putting these two against each other #genshin impact polls #genshin polls #genshin #genshin impact #genshin character bracket #kazuha #kaedehara kazuha #genshin kazuha #kazuha genshin impact #tartaglia #childe #ajax #genshin tartagalia #tartaglia genshin impact #genshin childe #childe genshin impact #WHY DOES THIS MAN HAVE SO MANY NAMES #round one

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burned-out-match · 1 year

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childe x reader | financial burden

segment 1 (I don’t really want to call this a chapter... it’s really short... I’m still working on it!)

Four years. Four years you had known him.

Liyue harbor was a lovely town. You had grown up there, living in a tiny shop just underneath the main business places. Your father owned a junk shop. That term is not used lightly… he always had a fascination for trinkets. He was your hero, though. You learned at a young age how to help him manage his business… counting funds, pricing products, dealing with customers… and you’d never thought that much of your simple life. That’s how all the stories start, though.

A quick ‘ding’ from the door was what caught your attention. You looked up, seeing some fatui officers stomp into your family��s store. One of them was a pyro agent. What did they need force for, you wondered… that is, until one of them yelled at you.

“Are you the owner of this… establishment?”

“Maybe. What do you need from me?”

You didn’t have the patience for more irritation from the bank. They needed to mind their damn business. Always trying to wring money from you and your dad…

“It would be in your best interest…” the officer took a step forward and invaded your space “to treat your superiors with respect.”

“And what exactly makes you my superior? The badge on your coat or the polish on your boot?”

The officer sighed, frustrated by your stubbornness. Pinching their nose, they spoke again.

“We’re here to shut down the shop. Your business is failing. Your loans are not beneficial to the bank. This little… place… is being confiscated from you. Have your personal items gathered and your place of residence adjusted by tomorrow.”

Shit.

Another one of the officers looked around the room, scoffing at the contents of the store. He snatched up a small item and stuffed it in his pocket.

“You gonna pay for that?”

“Why would I? It’s not like you’re gonna sell it before tomorrow.” He spat his words, offering a glare in your direction. The pyro agent gestured towards the door, not saying a word, and the group left the shop shortly after.

A sigh left your lips as you wondered what to do about this situation… What would you tell your father? Should you try to fight back? Where would you go? How would you survive?

You looked out the door to see a man arguing with the fatui officers. They seemed to respect him, which was odd considering the attitude they had just dished out at you, but you didn’t think much of it. That is, until the man crossed his arms, shook his head, and nodded towards the bank. Odd.

Your night was a busy one. Your father was out of town, so you’d have to chase him down in the morning. Meanwhile, you busied yourself with packaging up goods. After countless hours of sorting through sales records, everything was a blur.

You awoke to the sound of a bell coming from the front of the shop.

#childe x reader #childe #ajax #tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #ajax x reader #why does this man have so many names #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #unfinished #tiny tiny little sample of what's to come #sorry it's so short :/

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