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monocaelia · 1 year

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with my hand in yours.

as your fingers trace along the lines that make up their palm, they wonder how such a wonderful being like you could ever love someone like them. aka; little abstract thoughts about what their hands would be like.

feat. al-haitham, childe, diluc, kaveh, scaramouche, xiao.

genre : fluff. light angst but it's not that serious.

note : school sucks and i want to hold hands w childe so bad rn so here is the product of that thought.

❀ AL-HAITHAM

contrary to what you may think, al-haitham's hands are large and calloused; not to the point of being overly rough, but enough to know that he keeps his hands busy from both paperwork and dealing with unruly people that come across his way. which is surprising considering that he was always one to take the easiest route out of any situation.

but you suppose someone who is adept at using a sword and dealing with eremites and annoying scholars can't just get away with smooth hands.

your hand is much smaller than his in comparison, especially so when his encases your own while you reach for a book you cannot quite reach within the house of daena. you insist that you could reach it yourself, but after minutes of watching you struggle and nearly make the bookshelf topple over as you lean more and more onto the shelves, he decided to take matters into his own hands. although you hate it when he aids you without you asking for help, he finds it endearing, especially so when he gets an excuse to hold your hand like this.

sometimes, the scribe doesn't understand your fascination with his hands as your fingers lazily trace shapes and lines across his palm while his eyes skim through the book in his hands. your body rests against him, head gently propped on his chest and fingers busy with his. although it was a distracting feeling, it was one he welcomed and preferred rather than the presence of his dramatic roommate.

though, al-haitham cannot deny that he doesn't find the contrast between the size of his hands and you amusing. how different your jaw feels in his palm as he lifts your face up to keep your eyes on him during your study session. your soft skin against his rougher hands was a nice feeling, a contrast that he finds humor in despite the blank expression that never leaves his face.

even if you push him away, fed up from his constant deadpan comments and dry teasing, your hand always finds their way back in his with fingers intertwined as he skims through the next book that catches his attention. with a gentle squeeze and a kiss placed on the tops of your knuckles, al-haitham holds onto you until it is unfortunately time to part ways. but even then, the ghost of your palm presses against his when you're gone and he cannot wait to hold you once more.

❀ CHILDE

the scars the decorate childe's hands are ones that he holds with much pride. they're living proof of the battles that he has conquered and pushed through with mere strength and wit; and there isn't a moment where he would ever hide his battle scars.

childe's hands are rough and calloused with toughened skin from years of fighting, both from training for the fatui and also from surviving through his time in the abyss.

but despite it all, a sign of humanity shines through his hardened hands; light freckles dust the back of his hands and his knuckles and travel up his arm. though they aren't as condensed as the ones that shower his cheeks like the stars, they're still enough to attract your attention to them when his gloves are off around you.

his hand often clings onto yours as he guides you to places you've never seen before in his home nation. with gloved hands intertwined with one another, childe eagerly tugs you along the banks of morepesok, gently guiding you along the more troublesome and icier parts of the path so you wouldn't slip. his hand, sturdy and strong, gently presses against the small of your back while the other holds one of yours as you hop over a rock.

other times, his hand is held carefully by yours as you admire all of scars with him. the young harbinger finds it humorous when you stare at him in shock after telling you about the battles he fought to get them before getting a firm lecture by you about taking care of himself. he doesn't see the big deal; if he's the fatui's biggest asset when it comes to fighting, why wouldn't he want to be used as their weapon?

however, seeing your tearful expression as he comes home battered from a serious battle shatters his proud heart into a million pieces. he warned you about the duties he has a fatui harbinger, and yet you continued to love him and stay by his side. childe wasn't a good guy, per se, and there would be times where there would be no signs of him coming home at all. but you persevered, telling him that he was crazy for even thinking that you would be scared away because of his job.

his thumb, rough and heavily scarred, brushes away the tears from your cheek as you clean up the blood that soils his clothes. you're so much different than he is; someone who is not bludgeoned and terrorized by the horrors of the abyss or the power of the fatui. and yet you hold him like he is your world, like he's fourteen again and didn't have the scars of the world on his body.

❀ DILUC

diluc's hands tell the tragic tale of his past; scarred from years of avenging his father with only his great sword by his side and burned from training and utilizing the pyro vision that dangles by his waist. he is damaged and hurt from years of betrayal and the deep scars that run up his hands to his arms are visual evidence of them.

but, despite his cool attitude and standoffish personality, his hands are the warmest you have ever felt. as if the agony his heart experienced in the few years of his adulthood failed to extinguish the flickering flame that keeps his soul ablaze.

the young master of dawn winery's rough hands hold onto yours gently, fingers cupping your own as he brings them to his lips as a polite, yet cheeky greeting knowing you would fluster at the mere act. they're playful, often traveling up your arms after his small greeting and pulling you into his embrace. the flame that was once ignited by rage, burning with the intent to harm those who have wronged him, now lulls you in with the intent of making your heart race.

diluc is aware of the effect his hands have on you, especially during battles where the two of you are fighting alongside one another. gloved hands quickly reach out to grab you, pulling you behind him as his flaming great sword slams forward to knock the abyss mage into the ground. although the battle was over, his hand does not leave your arm and you knew at this point that he was leaving it there deliberately.

his touch, as playful as they get sometimes, were also one that you found solace in, especially when the cold winter air of mondstadt nips at your skin. although diluc worries you find his hands worrisome to look at and feel, all of his disrupting thoughts melt away when your hand squeezes his in return. and so, hands roughened by the most painful of memories hold yours and give you the comfort that you seek.

and comfort you, they do. when the heavy rain outside the winery drenches you to the bone, diluc's warm, scarred hands quickly pull you inside. he doesn't ask you what happened, instead waits for you to tell him yourself, and with a towel in his hands he dries you as much as he can. attracted to his touch like a moth to a flame, your shaking hands quickly grasp onto his own and cling to his being like he was the sole reason you were still sane.

and just once, diluc is happy that you find relief in embers that once burned with no remorse.

❀ KAVEH

kaveh's hands are slender and smooth, contrary to the fact that he wields a heavy claymore as his weapon of choice. anyone would assume that his hands are rough from hours spent on studying architecture and building miniature and actual scale models of his designs, but those who know the young architect are aware of his fondness towards body and skin care.

if anything, the only flaw that hinders kaveh from having the perfect, flawless hands that anyone would dream of would be the smudges of both ink and graphite from his drafts of architectural buildings that stain his fingertips and sides of his hands.

you can't imagine the amount of times your face had ended up accidentally smudged by the inked fingers of your lover. soft, thin fingers lovingly brush the side of your face, moving a stray strand of your hair that obstructs his view of you, only to reveal a smudge of graphite where his fingers just touched. no matter how many apologies spewed from his lips, the smudge remained and small bouts of laughter escape from your lips before reassuring the young architect that it was fine.

however, when his fingers are clean, they're often found touching you in only the most innocent ways. his skilled fingers gently rub in the moisturizer on your face, huffing in fake exasperation as you laugh and attempt to escape his pinching and prodding. with enough squirming and chuckles, kaveh finally squishes your face in between his soft hands, tilting your face to look directly at him. affection is evident with the way he stares at you, smile warmer than the sunshine that radiates brightly in sumeru city, before he quickly bends down to peck at your puckered lips.

there's nothing but love and care in the way that he touches you, regardless of when or where it happens. his nimble fingers find their way to your arm when you drift asleep against him, waiting for him to finish up his draft of the new building he's designing. they graze across your skin, skimming everything that makes you you, the you that the architect loves so dearly.

sometimes he wonders what you see in a simple architect that shoots too far to land on the stars, but if you're beside him with every step that he takes, kaveh feels as though every star is suddenly in reach.

❀ SCARAMOUCHE

ball joints similar to a dolls connect and form the hands that belong to scaramouche, a permanent reminder of the reason he was birthed into this world. as much as he hates looking at them and no matter how much he does to erase his past, they haunt him and contain the memories that he wishes to leave in the past.

maybe then, he would feel more human and let his once fragile heart breathe once more.

similar to a doll's hand, his hands are also smooth and dainty with only a few permanent scars on his fingertips. faint lightning scars trail from his finger tips to his second knuckle and slight calloused fingertips from tending to the doll he calls his "wandering companion."

despite the living proof of his existence as a puppet, there are a few moments where he feels human, where he feels as of his heart could beat once more and hope is flourishes throughout his weathered soul. when your fingers intertwine with his and your palm presses gently against his own, it's as if his forgotten heart had grown wings, fluttering on its own after years of stagnant pain.

feeling your pulse beat against his skin and the gentle tug of his arm as you lead him reminds the wanderer that despite his harsh past and the betrayals that led him astray, he lived through them and is living life anew, a life where he controls the trajectory of his life. and one where he is loved by you.

as much as he hates his hands, he cannot stop you from loving them in his place. when you kiss his fingertips and rub comforting circles across his skin, it's hard for his hatred to fester and grow; for how can he hate something that you love.

not that he would ever admit it to you; always flicking your roaming hands away from his and pinching the fat of your thumb when they reach for his. he calls your touch "annoying" and a "nuisance," but when it's his turn to watch over you during the night, his pinky never fails to interlock with yours.

❀ XIAO

xiaos' hands are rough to the touch, fingertips slender and sharp like the talons of a hawk ready to snatch its prey from where they lay. after centuries of fighting off enemies and protecting the mortals that reside peacefully in liyue, it would be more surprising if not a scar decorated the yaksha's skin.

he is cool to the touch; not needing to generate body heat as he has no need to stay warm and used to the cold from serving his previous master.

blood stains his palms from the lives he took, whether it was accidental or on purpose he doesn't remember any more. innocent lives were mixed in when he dealt with enemies and his karmic debt affected those around him even if he wanted to suffer alone.

and yet, you hold his hands as if he were a small finch; fragile and prone to dying even though he is anything but. your hands are so warm, nearly encompassing his entire being with a mere brush of your fingertips against his. it was inviting, enticing, something that he craved even though he shouldn't.

despite pushing you away when his karmic debt was going to take over, your hands still found his and held on with little to no regard of your own wellbeing.

"as long as i get to you, it doesn't matter," was always your excuse when he demanded why you did something so reckless.

even if he hated the thought of his curse harming you in the worst way possible and feared the mere possibility of losing you, the yaksha could not calm the happiness that fluttered in his chest as if erupting a nest of a million crystalflies within the cavity of where his heart used to be.

you who kiss the scars that litters his hands, as if you were scared that the young adeptus would be the first to disappear from your life, deserve better than him, someone who has innocent blood pooling from his fingertips. but he does not have the heart to deny you from holding his hand and pulling him close, for he loves you too much to even humor the thought of a life apart from you.

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huboi · 9 months

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punishment (pt 1/?)

[childe x ftm! reader ft the harbingers]

╰┈➤ childe fucks you in front of the other harbingers as punishment, it seems like you’re enjoying it a bit too much (the guy with the big nose ain’t in this tho cause he’s not hot)

╰┈➤ reader is ftm and refered to as puppy and is called a good boy, slut, whore, cumpdump. it isn’t specified wether reader has yet had top surgery

╰┈➤ readers private’s are refered to as boycunt

╰┈➤ includes : vouyerism, hair pulling, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cumming inside

╰┈➤ this is my first time writing smut, so pls be nice to me

╰┈➤ 16- and fem aligned dni

the harbingers are currently in an important meeting, as childe put it. and only now have they realised that they are in fact not wasting their time

“aww, look at you, drooling all over the desk like a naughty boy, you’re gonna have to clean this up later you know?” childe cooed, his hips slamming against yours in a rapid pace whilst the harbingers watched in what appeared to be boredom

you could only let out a pathetic whimper in response, trying to avoid direct eye contact with the other harbingers, only to no avail as childe grabbed your hair and forced you to look at them whilst they got themselves off :(

“after I’m done with you... you should definitely help out the others. how does that sound? you’ll be our personal cumpdump” childe grunted out, leaving sloppy kisses onto your neck. in response your cunt clenched around him tightly, causing childe to let out a small whimper of his own.

suddenly, he bit down onto your neck whilst he rutted into your tight heat, an explosion of warmth trickled into your cunny, ajax keeping you plugged up with his cum so it wouldn’t drip out of you.

“w-why didn’t I get to cum?” you whined, childe only tutting in response, “this is a punishment after all, you’re not cumming until you’ve let everyone use you at least once. your boycunt is gonna be leaking by the time we’re finished with you puppy” childe explained, before gently kissing where he bit, slowly taking his cock out from your cunt, causing you to whine at the sudden emptiness :(

no need to worry, you won’t be empty for too long :)

content belongs to @huboi on tumblr, DO NOT REPOST ON ANY SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORMS WHATSOEVER

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wrixthesley · 8 months

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𝑮𝑨𝒁𝑬 | 𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑨

warnings: dubcon, stalking, yandere childe, alcohol consumption, facial, blow job, fem reader, degradation, cum eating(?), snowballing, breath play

wc: 4.1k

a/n: im baaaaack, also this is for @jozhenji ily bitch mwah

You hate Snezhnaya.

The cold that bites at your cheeks, the way your bones ache if you stand outside too long, and how blinding the snow can be on the days where the sun is the brightest. You hate holding onto candle light to maneuver your way down the hallway of your house, only to hear talk of the Fatui growing in size and manipulating more people into joining under the harbingers from the neighbors that stop by to chat in front of your door late at night.

“They each have their own agenda.” One of them says, as if that’s supposed to justify their actions, like they’re not all connected in some way.

“Did you hear Ajax got into another fight?”

“Again?”

You hate him. Ajax. You hate how he always needs to be the center of attention.

You hate his laughter, his gaze, the way he starts fight after fight and how he doesn’t care if his father cries or threatens to send him to the military. You hate how he knows so much, how he thrives off of the adrenaline that runs through his veins when he knows he’s won, when he can taste it, feel it in his hands and configure it so that it adds fuel to the fire burning brightest in his chest. It’s the one of the only times his smile reaches his eyes.

You hate that it’s the same smile when he looks at you. When he thinks that he can barge in on your walks to get firewood, or when he finds one of your siblings and walks them home. He only wanted to make sure they would get home safe, he swears.

If Ajax could put his pride on a pedestal, he would. He would bellow in letting people watch as it grows and swallows everything in its path to take up more space, thriving on the marvel painted on people’s faces who pass, who watch as he leaves the small village of your hometown to join the Fatui. It shouldn’t have come as a shock when he was recognized because of his ability to fight.

You think about the time that he went missing for three days causing a search party that grew so rapidly in size because his father is a respectable man, it hurt to see how little he slept. It hurt your community to see him attempt to console his other children.

It hurt even more when you were the one Ajax showed up in front of first.

You were looking out to the horizon, the firewood that had been collected by your side, stopping to enjoy the hot stew you had prepared for your siblings in the thermos that had been carefully wrapped to protect it from the bitter temperatures. It wasn’t exactly as hot as you expected but you welcomed the few seconds of warmth brought to your lips. It’s comforting and while looking out to the horizon, you make a silent promise to yourself to move to a nation that is always sunny, where the winds are warm, and the waters are blue. Something that would help your soul feel weightless in contrast to your current surroundings.

When the forest is covered in snow you can hear everything, the branches that fall under the weight of the ice, the crunching of footsteps when someone passes by, and even the curses of the men who were fetching more wood for their wives; tired, exhausted, and numb.

That day he came back, you didn’t expect to hear him, much less see him.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” You knew his voice, whipping your head around so fast because you never heard his footsteps approaching. His nose was bleeding, staining his mouth and shirt. “It’s nothing compared to you.” He smiled after wiping the blood off his nose and mouth with his sleeve, watching you in awe of how relieved you must have been when he showed himself to you.

He stumbles forward a little, laughs, “Hey, I lov-I’ve loved you from the moment we met.”

You’re the last thing he sees before he blacks out.

Years have passed since then. You watch when Teucer and Tonia come running by with their new toys, how much easier it gets for his father to take care of himself when he’s promised that Ajax is okay and the financial hardship doesn’t consume his very being. It’s hard not to smile when Teucer looks up at you with a toothy grin, begging you to play with him again.

You’ve never been able to tell him no, even though he has the same eyes as his older brother.

You feel uneasy when Pulcinella knocks at your door one evening.

It’s routine for him to visit Ajax’s home, he is the one who offered him the position in the Fatui, you knew he had good combat skills but never would have guessed it was enough for him to be recognized as one of the harbingers. His name is no longer familiar, replaced with Tartaglia. He erases the name given to him, fully accepting his role.

You open your door for him, it would be rude not to answer when the mayor comes to your door.

He smiles gently at you, it does nothing to relieve your nerves, makes goosebumps run down your spine and you will yourself to meet his gaze and return a smile that you would never call your own.

“For you.”

You let him place the box in your hand, it's rectangular, flat, and wrapped beautifully. It makes your stomach drop when his hand touches yours, you can feel a letter slip in between your hand and his, it reminds you of when your grandmother would place chocolates in your hand when you were a child.

“Thank you.” You mumble, mouth dry and lips chapped from the unexpected visit. He nods, leaving you and waving goodbye at Ajax’s family.

You set the box down next to the fireplace, you can hear the crackles from the wood engulfed in flames, it makes you feel less lonely at night. Now that your siblings have gone and left, you’re left to take care of the house your parents had left behind.

You carefully unwrap the bow that sits on top, folding it neatly beside you. Your palms are sweaty when you peel back the wrapping paper. The outside is revealed with the name of an expensive boutique known for the intricate patterns of beautifully displayed lingerie.

You stare at it in disbelief, the measurements are your size down to the millimeter, you feel like screaming. Like locking yourself in your home, blocking out the windows and doors so that no one, no one else could ever invade your privacy the way that he has.

The black lace is decorated with hints of glitter and the satin lines it feels so, so fine. If it were from anyone else you would be enamored, delighted to wear this for someone that you held feelings for, but the only thing you feel is fear.

You remember the letter that was placed in your hands.

You wish you hadn’t opened it. He only speaks of the past, how he never got to tell you how grateful and happy he was to see you after he had been missing for so long.

When you returned home with Ajax, he was different, asking how many days have passed to everyone that came to visit him during his recovery, contemplating how time passes differently where he was in. When you would see him, you had reassured him over and over that it was three days, though he argued it had been three months. He used to make you retell the story again, and again, and again going over the most miniscule details until you were in tears telling him that it’s all you can remember.

You throw the box and letter into the fire, watching the flames consume it all. You spend the remainder of the night fitting whatever parts of your life that you could in a suitcase.

You leave the next morning.

Your life in Fontaine is calmer than back home, you’re near the ocean and you bask in the warm windy hills during the day or dive into the ocean once you’ve finished your work at the small little dress boutique in the middle of the city.

Your boss teases you about one of the Gardes that have caught your attention when he patrols, you even sparked up a conversation about your favorite flowers you’ve encountered in Fontaine.

“Romaritime flowers!” you exclaim, “They’re beautiful. They look so pure in and out of the water.”

He places one in your hands the next time you meet, promising to take you on a proper date when he finishes patrol.

You assume the bouquet of them at your front door was from him, assume that you would see him that night when you closed the boutique and assume that he would ask where you would like to go next.

You spent that morning getting ready for work. Donning one of your favorite dresses, it compliments you well enough to make you stand out, but still allows you to work comfortably. It’s something your boss had given to you when you first arrived in Fontaine, the excuse was that you also needed something when you would go out. How else would you fit in?

You cried at her kindness, something you had not encountered in years.

You finish work that night, assuring your boss that you would close up. She gives you a hug, tells you that she wants to hear all about it when you come back after your day off.

The clouds start to darken when she leaves. You hope it’s only temporary.

You imagine this is what heartbreak feels like.

To trust someone with your feelings so easily only to be faced with the hard realization that they didn’t seem to care about that trust to begin with. The rain, which you hoped was short lived, only rubs salt in the wound. It’s pouring, your shoes are in your hands and your dress is stuck to your body. You waited for two hours after the boutique closed for him to come by, you waited another hour after his patrol ended. You finally left after ten more minutes, when a young woman knew the look on your face and offered you her umbrella. You politely declined, assured her that you would be okay.

In the end you’re left disappointed, cold, and wet. It reminds you of the numerous times you would come home from the harsh snowfall in Snezhnaya, greeted with silence when you stepped foot into your house shivering and attempting to start a fire. You hated it.

You ignore the stares from couples strolling the night, instead focusing on the cool pavement beneath your bare feet, how the rain feels somewhat cooling to your face and how you can hide your tears.

It’s better this way, to only rely on yourself. You’re all you have after all.

When you return home, you toss your shoes outside to dry. Slamming the door behind you and begin struggling to peel off your dress because the fabric is soaking wet and it’s stubbornly sticking to your skin. You curse when it doesn’t come off, panting and pulling it over your head, you step on something sharp, cursing again when you finally throw your dress off and the tears threaten to spill. You curse and throw the dress into the corner of your living room.

You’re left cold, shivering, and only in your bra and panties when you look at the blood from your foot. You begin to cry.

Your gaze then follows the trail of broken glass on your floor, the pool of water leading up to the broken vase of the Romaritime flowers.

“Do you let others stare at you like this?”

Your blood runs cold. You remember the same feeling back when he found you staring out into the horizon all those years ago.

He places a hand over your mouth, holds you flush against his chest when he sneaks up from behind you. “Shh, s’kay.”

You can’t scream, you squirm in his hold, kicking and clawing at his arm holding your face. He thinks it would be fun to allow you to think he’s off balance.

You shift all your weight onto him, hoping that in the fall you’ll have enough time to run, to hide, to fight. You could run to your neighbor’s house, the nice little old couple that lives behind you and hide in their garden until you’re safe. You wish you were safe, you wish you were home sooner. Oh fuck, if only you hadn’t waited for so long into the night.

He grabs your wrist before you’re able to move, bringing you back to him. You force yourself to find strength to move, to be able to turn around and face him. He anticipates this, he spins you around like a dancing couple would.

He laughs once and you stop.

You no longer want to look, you can only see the boy who was missing smiling and complimenting you with blood running down his nose, you remember the lingerie he sent when you were still in the village, how your stomach dropped when the mayor knocked at your door.

Nothing compares to this, to the goosebumps littering your skin when he peers down at you, blue eyes that don’t ever leave your gaze and make you feel like you’re drowning in the sea waters that surround Fontaine.

“I was waiting for you” he whispers, peppering your face with kisses while you stand there, frozen. It’s similar to the time when he collapsed in front of you, only this time you can’t find the words to scream.

It’s funny how this time he’s found you. Your poor attempt at hiding from him is amusing.

“Missed you so much” he continues to kiss you, makes his way down to your collarbones and doesn’t hesitate to get on his knees to kiss the softness of your stomach or the tops of your breasts that are exposed to him.

“Should have locked you up you know? You ran from me, took me forever to find you.”

“Ajax” you whisper, the tears that sting your eyes are threatening to spill. “Why are you here?”

You hold in a sob, you know why. You’ve always known why he was enamored by you.

“Does it matter?” he breathes, shifting his position so he is behind you again, kissing the tears off the side of your face, watching how your breathing shifts when his cold hands touch the bare skin exposed to him.

“Had to pay that Garde off really well. He wasn’t cheap, you know?”

Your heart breaks further, the sob you were holding building into your throat. “You’re so worth it though, pretty little thing. Look at how I found you, fuck, you missed me too didn’t you?”

He’s guiding you to your couch, laying you down while he towers over you. You feel nauseous when you feel his hardening cock through his pants, “look at you, look at you!” He laughs again, another bout of tears flowing down your cheeks, hot and heavy.

He leans down to kiss you, you turn your head but Ajax isn’t opposed to using force to get what he wants, you know this. You’ve always known this. He takes your face into his hands again, squishing your cheeks together like he did before except his gaze is demanding, icy, and bitter.

“Kiss me back”

You oblige, letting him press his lips against yours and slipping his tongue into your mouth. You flinch at the roll of his lips, clutching at his shirt when he groans into your mouth. He mistakes this as want, giving you more until you’re consumed by him, his presence, his scent, his touch.

He breaks away to let you breathe, smiles at the string of spit that connects both of you and how your eyes are hazing, even though he can’t tell if it’s from crying or from how dizzy he’s made you when he kissed you.

“Let’s celebrate” He’s off of you before you can register what he said, grabbing a bottle of one of Mondstat’s best wines. He’s unceremonious, rogue even, when he pops the cork off and takes a drink straight from the bottle before dipping back down to kiss you.

He didn’t swallow much to your surprise, he let the wine pass from his mouth to yours. Pulling away to watch your face scrunch up at the taste, “s’good” he slurs, taking another drink and swallowing this time.

“Here.” He’s pulling you to sit up, he’s so fast it’s hard to follow what he’s thinking, what he’s doing. He’s taking another drink again, it’s smaller this time, more like a sip that he thinks is adequate for you.

He doesn’t let you pull back, his hand is on the nape of your neck making sure you can’t escape his intensity. You try to keep up, letting his tongue enter your mouth and swirl with his. It’s so sloppy, so hot, and sticky that it makes your head spin. He only gives you a break to drink more wine, to make you both drink more.

He keeps giving you more and more, loves when you get weaker and you don’t protest as much anymore. When you whine and start anticipating the alcohol from his mouth to yours, it makes the taste more bearable and your thoughts aren’t as loud in your head.

The wine keeps spilling from the corners of your mouth, leaving a little trail of purple-red for him to lick up to. He’s sucking at the skin of your neck, finding your pulse point so easily. His teeth nip at your skin, you don’t mean to lean into him, the alcohol is making you slow to react. He swears he hears a small moan escape your lips when he nips at the sensitive skin again.

His hand slides down your chest, feeling your tits through the fabric of your bra, it’s still wet.

“Ajax” you slur, “wanna wait” you say. He looks at you, he notices the tears again. You feel them spill, you’re cold. You cling onto him because at least he’s offering you that sliver of comfort.

“Wait?” He repeats, licking a tear off of your cheek.

“Why would I wait when I know you want me too?” He whispers in your ear, his hands unclasping your bra in one go. His touch is cold, similar to how it feels when you first go into the sea. Your body has to get use to it, it starts to warm up and you feel like you could swim and float for hours.

It’s the same with his touch, the cool tips of his fingers warm up the more he squeezes. He likes the sound you make when he pinches at your nipples, he takes one into his mouth, sucking and licking. Groaning when he hears the little whimpers you try to hold back.

He makes his way back up to your lips again, grabs your hands that are clutching at his sides to guide them down to palm the shape of his cock through his pants.

He’s dreamt of this for so long.

“Oh fuck” he pants, his breath hitting your lips before he’s kissing you again, his tongue feels like he’s lapping into your mouth getting as sloppy as possible as if you’re going to vanish again. His tongue rolls over yours until he’s aching, cock throbbing for attention.

“Hey, feel me here.” He pants, eyes red rimmed and the blue of his irises brighter. You feel like you could drown in them.

He takes your hand and holds it in his, tossing his vision on your table. He’s undoing his belt & pulling his pants down enough for his cock to spring free.

He wraps your hand around the base, guides you in how fast and how much pressure to place around him, when he lets go of your hand you can feel him looking at you. You’re focused on the length of him, how heavy and hot he feels against your hand.

You feel like crying again. You oblige him because at least he’ll leave you alone sooner, you’re just another thing for him to win over, to declare victory before he gets bored with you and moves on to this next challenge.

“More fuck, please more” he pants, hips stuttering into your hand. You can feel the sticky, hot precum that coats the tip of his dick and now your hand. You look up at him and see that he’s got his head tipped back, moaning about how hot you are, how good you are, how he’s thought about this since you saved him. Since you found him, how he’s been in love with you since he found you looking out into the horizon. Even before, he’s been in love with you since the beginning, since he saw you.

“You owe me this.” he breathes.

“What?”

He laughs again, the same one that haunts you.

“Don’t act like you didn’t know. I had you watched wherever you went, I made sure your siblings got into the school they wanted, fuck I even followed you here.”

He takes your hand in his, knows that your hand is coated in his pre cum, takes one of your fingers and licks it up the length. His eyes ever leave yours as he does.

“You should thank me.” He deadpans, cock still throbbing and hard when he stands up at full height.

“Thank me.” He repeats the length of his dick is on your face, rutting against your cheek until the tip meets your lips.

“Yeah, that's how you should do it.” He smiles, the one that meets his eyes. The genuine one.

He’s holding on to the back of your head before you can move. He doesn’t care if your hair is messy, it's almost dry now. He takes your hand again, planting it onto his thigh for leverage.

His grip returns to the base of his cock, tapping the tip on your lips again.

You don’t open your mouth, new tears building up in your waterline. He shows no remorse for what he’s doing, no concern, he thinks he deserves this. It’s the least he deserves for what he’s done for you.

He pinches your nose, catching you when you part your lips to shove his length into your mouth.

You cry, struggling to breathe at the pace he starts at.

“Woulda been so gentle to you if you would have been good, fuck.”

He seethes, eyes rolling into the back of his head when both of his hands are holding your head to match his hips. Your nails are digging into his thighs, your strength unmatched for how you try to push yourself off of him as he pulls you forward on his length. He can’t handle the hot, wet, tightness of the back of your throat.

“Fuck yes, more, more, more” he chants, pinching your nose again to see you panic when you look up again, he loves you like this. When your chin is covered in spit and tears and his balls hit you with every rut of his hips.

“God, gonna paint your fucking face, slut. Gonna cover you in my cum so you can never forget who you belong to”

You can feel that he’s getting close, he grants you grace for only one second before he’s holding your jaw in his hand again.

You take in gulps of air, coughing, and crying while he forces you to look at him.

“Don’t run from me again.” He seethes, forcing you back down on his length.

He’s ruthless this time, uncaring for the way your eyes can’t focus, or how you look like you’re going to pass out. You’re vision keeps going in and out, you can hear yourself. How you choke and gag around his length how he curses with each “ack. ack. ack” of his dick hitting the back of your throat.

“Gonna cum—shit”

He pulls you off, using one of his hands to keep you in place while he jacks himself off with the other.

“Say it, say who you belong to.”

You can’t understand, hazy vision threatening to go black.

“Fuck, say it and I’ll cum. I’ll cover your fucking face and never leave you. You understand? You’re mine. “

You don’t know what he’s rambling on about. You want to plead with him, talk this out and let him know he could pursue someone else.

“Ajax” you rasp.

“Yeah? You belong to me don’t you? Oh fuck—“

He groans, doesn’t hold his voice back, calling you all sorts of names but mostly that you’re his, his, his.

His cum on your face should be enough to prove it. He looks at you like a masterpiece, taking his finger and dragging it through his cum and putting it into his mouth before kissing you.

“Don’t let anyone else see you like this.”

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cherishedhope · 1 year

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“Safe with me.”

Synopsis: How he reacts when his s/o gets injuried. Characters involved: fatui!Scaramouche, Xiao, & Childe. TW: Very mild descriptions of injuries. A bit of cussing. Probably not a trigger, but this could be OOC. A/N: Ah yes, the good ol’ ‘injured reader’ hcs/scenarios. I got lazy near the middle of Scaramouche’s scenario, so eh. Have fun with that. I wish I could’ve come up with a better title, but that’s all my brain juice managed to squeeze out. Also, I think I’m getting the hang of formatting! Haha. This might be out of character so bear with me. As always, GN!reader. NOT proofread.

Request status: open!

— You and I both know damn well he isn’t going to take this situation lightly. When I say he is upset, I mean he's pissed. Infuriated, even. How dare someone have the audacity to injure his significant other? Are they simply begging for death? — If you try to make light of the situation, he’ll shoot you a piercing glare to shut you up. He doesn’t find these circumstances to be amusing at all. Even if your injuries aren’t too grim, he’s still going to dispose of the treasure hoarders, and yes he’ll do it behind your back even if you oppose that idea. He isn’t a fatui harbinger for nothing. There isn’t anything you can do that will hinder him from annihilating them.

“Worthless as expected.”

You bit down gently on your lip as those harsh words sliced through your ears. Even though at this point you were used to Scaramouche’s degradation, it still stung a bit to hear those words easily exit his mouth. You weren’t given enough time to ponder over your boyfriend’s hurtful words because shortly after, the sharp stinging of alcohol swabs dabbed repeatedly on your open cuts. A hiss of pain was instantly drawn out of your lips. Hell, cleaning the wound hurt worse than the actual injury itself.

"It isn’t my fault that the treasure hoarder snuck up behind me,” You mumbled, rolling your eyes at him. Your hands clenched in your lap, being balled up into a fist when the swab tainted with rubbing alcohol hit a particularly deep cut on your shoulder. Scaramouche’s indigo-colored eyes flicked over to your clenched fists for a brief moment before he went back to cleaning up your wound. “mistakes happen.”

The room falls silent, the only noises being the grinding of your teeth and the occasional hiss of pain slipping past your lips despite your efforts to keep it down. While Scaramouche still managed to maintain his cold demeanor just as always, you failed to notice the slightest hint of worry in his gaze with each pained noise and every sign of discomfort you displayed. The truth was, he was utterly disgusted. Not at you nor your actions, but with the existence of that one treasure hoarder who held the audacity to lay his repulsive hand on you. The hand that held such a tight grip on the dagger that sliced cleanly through your flesh, ripping a large hole in your clothes as well as your skin. When the news had reached him that his significant other got wounded during a battle, Scaramouche was livid. The wound itself was not fatal, but still. However, it was fine now. He was here with you, tending to your wounds. You’re okay.

“Are you an idiot?” A bitter scoff was brought out of his mouth, his fiery orbs seemingly drilling holes into your soul with how intense his glare was. He tossed aside the cotton swab that was now covered in blood and reached into the first aid kit to pull out a bandage. The pads of his fingers brushed softly against your skin as he delicately wrapped a bandage onto your shoulder. His face softened as he spoke the next words, his voice still remaining cold, yet there was also warmth detected in his tone. “I wasn’t mocking you, I was referring to how pathetic the treasure hoarder looked as he begged on his knees for mercy.”

You blink once and then twice in confusion as you try to process his words. Oh, so that’s what he meant. A sheet of awkwardness fluttered down in the room. Both parties remained silent once again. Scaramouche glowered down at the first aid kit as he began to put away the clean roll of bandages and cotton swabs. The transparent box was snapped shut, the sharp noise being obnoxious in contrast to the deathly quiet room.

“You’re lucky those useless underlings found you when they did. Who knows what would’ve happened had they not spotted you. You’d be dead!” His voice was the first to break the silence. In fact, he had done that twice in a row now. You weren’t surprised in the slightest. You already knew he would start scolding you the second he was sure you were safe. It was just his way of showing how much he valued your safety. “Now, I need you to tell me just what the hell went through your mind when you decided to let your guard down in the middle of a fight.”

The lecture lasted two hours straight. About 90% of it was him constantly telling you to stop being in your own little la-la world and to pay more attention when in a fight. There was no mistaking the sprinkle of fear hidden behind his eyes as he scolded you mercilessly. Yet, despite how harshly he was reprimanding you, you couldn’t help but notice how tightly his arms were wrapped around your waist later that night. How he held you a little bit closer to him when you two retired for the night.

You weren’t allowed to go complete any commissions the next day. Mr. Fandango man held you hostage in the camp. And when you were finally permitted, — yes, permitted. He’s paranoid, okay? — to go do your daily comissions, he stationed some fatui underlings to accompany you with your work. If he wasn’t so busy, then he’d go with you himself considering he’s much more reliable than some worthless underlings. However, he made sure himself that the underlings were qualified enough to look out for you.

Better safe than sorry.

— Hm, I wonder what kind of flowers your culprit wants at their funeral. Maybe sunflowers? Ooh, how about daisies? Heck, Childe will pay for them himself out of spite. — You thought he was clingy before you got hurt? Well, multiply that by a hundred. He’ll be spoiling you rotten during your time being injured, despite the wound being just a couple of teensy weensy cuts. — It’s not just little cuts in the grand scheme of things, okay? Anything can get tainted by bacteria, which can then lead to an infection, which could also lead to death, and then- and then-! (we get it, childe. chill.)

“I brought you some flowers.”

Your head swivels in the direction of the sudden, yet familiar voice that had just come out of nowhere. You had been preoccupied with cleaning the minor cuts that were littered across your fingers. It wasn’t anything too bad. It was all due to some sharp ice that a cryo abyss mage had spawned above your form. Luckily, you had dodged it fairly quickly. The problem was that the large block of ice had completely shattered when it smashed onto the ground, the tiny shards of ice flying up into the air and cutting up your hands.

A head of messy ginger hair comes into your line of sight. It was your significant other, Childe. He was holding a bouquet of roses in his gloved hands as he slowly approached the table you were sitting at, pulling out one of the wooden chairs and sitting down on it across from you. “Are those for me?” You asked, pointing your forefinger at the flowers he held in his hand. It was almost impossible not to let your eyes wander over the gorgeous bright red petals. They looked as if they had been tended to with the utmost care before being picked fresh. You could only imagine how sweet the aroma must smell.

“Who else would it be for?” The tone of his voice was teasing as he passed the bouquet over to you. You gratefully accepted it, and after pressing your face into the soft petals to get a nice big whiff of the pleasant smell, you gently placed the roses in a glass jar that was filled with various kinds of flowers. Cecilias that had been imported from Monstadt, qingxins that were plucked from the highest mountains in Liyue, and hell, you even had sweet flowers in the jar.

And they had all come from Childe. That wasn’t even counting the scrumptious, expensive sweets he had bought for you as well. He had been spoiling you rotten ever since the scuffle you had with the abyss mage. On the contrary, you hadn’t gotten injured that badly. It was just a couple of cuts on your hands. Although, the 11th of the fatui harbingers didn’t just treat it as if it were just ‘some cuts.’ He had been treating you as if you were fragile porcelain. Something that couldn’t be easily replaced if broken so carelessly. His eyes trailed over to the small bandages that were fitted on your hands. The worried and slightly enraged look in his big blue eyes hadn’t faded away the entire day.

“Are you feeling better, darling?” Childe lowered his voice to a gentle whisper as he kindly took your hand in his own, taking extra care in trying to avoid holding it too tightly lest it stings for you. The fabric of his gloves felt soft against your hands as he held them gently. A coy smile fell across his lips. “I take it you liked the flowers?” You nodded your head leisurely as a response. While you felt slightly embarrassed due to how much he’d been spoiling you, you couldn’t help but feel loved. Despite his status as a fatui harbinger, which would scare many people off, you couldn’t help but love him dearly. He appreciated you and your presence greatly and treated you as if you were a higher deity. Like you were the jam to his peanut butter.

The grip he held on your hands tightened ever so slightly as he continued to gaze deeply into your eyes, a loving, yet determined look in his own. You were here, safe with him. He would protect you till the day either you or he perished. Damn it all if he ever failed to protect you again.

You are the love of his life, and he is yours. Nothing could ever change that fact.

“By the way, did I tell you about how I murdered every abyss mage in the vicinity and beyon-”

“Childe, what.”

— He is freaking out. — Why didn’t you call out his name? Didn’t he tell you countless amounts of times to call out for him if you ever found yourself in danger? He was supposed to protect you, damn it! — He blames himself for it. 100%. He should have been cautious and kept by your side. He should’ve been there, and he wasn’t. — Even after he tears through the treasure hoarders with his spear, he still feels furious the more and more he stares at your wounds. How. Dare. They? — While he’s also furious, he’s also terrified. He can’t lose you. He can’t. He just can’t.

Your vision was blurry and your mind felt foggy as your brain scrambled around to try and process what was happening. Everything had been going well a few minutes prior to this very moment. You were on your merry way to Wangshu Inn to visit your beloved, when suddenly you got ambushed with a horde of swords and bows. The roughness of the rope dug deeply into the skin of your wrists as you were pressed up against a tree, your body battered and bruised. It had all happened in mere seconds. You barely had enough time to process or defend yourself from all that was happening, let alone even think about calling out for your significant other. And when your brain did clear up enough to think about calling him, you felt hesitant to do so.

You watched in a daze as the treasure hoarders ruffled through your belongings in your bag. All of your items were strewn around the camp so carelessly. The treasure hoarders didn’t want to just settle for your pocketbook. The greed that filled up their hearts gave them an intense lust for riches. Not that you had any. You hated every single moment of this scenario. It felt as if you were some helpless damsel in distress whom relied on others to come and save them. It was humiliating.

But it was either get saved or more than likely suffer a gruesome death.

“Xia-!”

Before you can even finish speaking his name, all of the treasure hoarders are dead and lying lifeless on the ground, Xiao standing menacingly over their still bodies. Your face paled just looking at the sight. While you knew your boyfriend wasn’t a stranger to ending lives, he never unleashed his fury in front of you. However, you knew it would happen either way. Xiao wasn’t a merciful soul to those who harmed the people he actually gave a shit about. Even if he didn’t like killing humans, he’d do so without a thought if a measly mortal were to put your life at risk. It had taken Xiao a split second to stalk up to your restrained form to break you free of the restraints that held you in place. Before you could utter a single word to break the silence, you felt callous hands untying you from the oak tree. The scent of fresh blood floated up your nostrils, the strong metallic smell making your stomach feel queasy. At this point, Xiao had gotten rid of his mask and was focused on getting you safe and sound. His eyebrows scrunched together in sheer frustration as his eyes scoured over every inch of your body, the bruises and slashes never once leaving his eyes. While there was also fury, there was also a clear sense of worry shown through how shaky his fingers were as he finally undid the ropes, how uneven his breathing was as he caught you in his arms. (more like snatched you into his arms.) He was trying his hardest to remain calm, but he couldn’t.

“Xiao, I-”

“…Are you okay?”

Even his voice trembled as he desperately tried to keep up a stoic facade. You knew he was panicking. He knew he was panicking. How could anyone not panic upon seeing their significant other is bruised and bleeding? While the injuries certainly would not result in your death, all he could think about was what could have happened. He could be burying your body right now instead of holding you close to him. He clutched you as if you were his most prized possession, which you were. He knew he had to get you to a healer, but he had the hardest time letting you go. He needed to hear you say it. To say that you were all right. That you wouldn’t leave him.

Your arms wrapped around his torso as you hugged him gently, slowly rubbing your hand up and down his back soothingly as you tried to comfort him. “It’s all right, Xiao. I’m still here. I won’t leave you. I’m okay.”

Those words were all it took for him to crumble down. His hands tightened around your waist exponentially as he held you close, his head pressed into his shoulder as he calmed yourself with his presence.

It would all be okay in the end. Because when it all came down to it…

“You’re safe with me, (name). No one will ever hurt you again. I swear it.”

“That’s nice and all, but could I please go to a doctor-”

“Oh, right.”

“The curtains have closed and the seats have become bare. The show is over.”

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str4wkinzi · 8 months

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JUST FRIENDS.

A friends with benefits relationship with Childe.

NSFW CONTENT! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

FWB CHILDE.. who you’ve been friends with for a while. He’s always had a crush on you but was too afraid to ruin what you two had.

FWB CHILDE.. who one day slides his hand up your thigh, up to your cunt. Thinking it was another flirty act that doesn’t bother you, between friends y’know? he didn’t think it would lead to anything, unfortunately.

FWB CHILDE.. who’s actions lead to you two hooking up. It was the best night of his life but he was scared. He thought your friendship was over.

FWB CHILDE.. who suggests if you two should be friends with benefits. He doesn’t want to lose you but he definitely wants to fuck you again.

You moan his name like a broken record while he pounds into your cunt.

“Fuck, you feel so good. I think im gonna-“ hes cut of by you cumming and spasming on his cock, squeezing around him like a vice. This makes his cum as well, emptying his load into your twitching cunt. Tired from the pleasure, you fall asleep after he pulls out of you, wrapping you in his arms.

The day after, you both wake up. You both too embarrassed to talk while still being in each others arms,

“Need help walking?” Childe decides to crack the joke that makes you laugh and play hit him. He looks you in the eyes.

“Did you… enjoy it? Because y’know.. i did.”

“I did too.” Voice coming out a little hoarse.

“Maybe we could… do it again sometime?” He regrets what he says immediately.

“I mean if you w-“

“I’d like that.”

Thats how it began.

FWB CHILDE.. who fucks you into oblivion. He fucks you like he hates you, but he loves you so, so, so much.

I just felt like adding this one just cuz :3

Moans and fast slaps fill the room around you. Screams of you begging him to slow down fall on deaf ears. You’ve cum for the umpteenth time and Tartaglia keeps going.

“Tartaglia, fuck, slow down!” You whine while clawing at his back.

“No.” Is all he says before somehow speeding his thrusts up.

FWB CHILDE.. who is always touching you. He always has a hand on you at all times. He never leaves your side.

FWB CHILDE.. who acts as if your dating and gets sad when you tell someone you aren’t. All he wants is you and to him… you don’t want him.

FWB CHILDE.. who guards you like a police dog. He lets no one get close enough to touch you. Only he can.

“Childe, y’know you can’t keep scaring people off all the time.” You look over at him while walking, hands intertwined.

“Yes i can.” he says, trying to hide the scowl on his face.

He was just asking for directions.

(This looks like a little road this is so cute wtf)

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While walking you back to his house,

“You two make such a pretty couple!” A nice older lady exclaims

“Oh, no we arent dating, ma’am.”

“Thats a shame, you two look so cute together.”

You look over at Tartaglia to crack a joke but you see him looking away from you.

“Tartaglia?”

Maybe one day you’ll say you two are dating, maybe more.

FWB CHILDE.. who one night after fucking you, finally decides to come clean.

“Hey, um.”

“Yeah?” You respond.

“I’ve liked you for a.. really long time. Actually, not liked, I’ve loved you for a really long time and i-“

“I love you too Tartaglia.”

He stares at you, dumbfounded.

He never thought the day would come.

“Does this mean..?”

“Yeah.”

“We’re dating.” The two of you say at the same time.

He never thought he’d hear those words from such a perfect person like you.

He really does love you.

STR4WZ STICKY NOTE < HI GUYS!!!! My bbg comic loved the idea of this friends with benefits thingy so i did it :3 i hope u guys like it and im working on a couple more! 3

ALSO THIS IS LIKE SUUUPPPPERRRRRR MESSY but i like to section things a little even tho it looks like shit

#str4wkinzi #str4wkinzi smut #dom character #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #tartaglia smut #tartaglia scenarios #tartaglia x reader #gi smut #childe smut #childe x reader #childe x you #tartaglia x you #character x reader

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bboricha · 1 year

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insubordinate

"that seems a little… inappropriate, don't you think sir?"

“relax! once in a while can't hurt, it'll be fine.”

✦ +18 ONLY, MDNI🚫

✦ pairing: childe x afab!reader

✦ wc: ~500

✦ cw: nsfw, not proofread, unprotected, dumbification, dom!childe x sub!reader, overstimulation, squirting, dacryphilia if you squint, lmk if i’ve missed any

you’re currently face down ass up on the couch inside of the 11th harbinger’s office.

with the 11th harbinger’s dick inside your guts.

you can’t recall how this even began–let alone think at all–your brain melting with every hard thrust that childe has to give. his large hand is holding you down by the base of your neck, the other gripping the fat of you ass to get a better view of your dripping hole.

“–hey, hey! aw, can’t hear me anymore?” has… he been talking this entire time? anything he’s said is beyond you, you can’t hear anything or respond. the only thing you know how to say at this point other than moaning is his name.

“haha… god, you really are too far gone, how cute.” he laughs without any pauses to his thrusts. his hand snakes around you neck, pulling you up with your back flush against his chest as he starts placing kisses on your shoulder. he licks a stripe up your neck, biting your earlobe as he mutters something about how he should’ve done this sooner. his other hand finds its way to your already abused clit, rubbing harsh circles as you quickly grab his wrist in a weak attempt to make him stop.

"sir, i-i can’t… take anymore–” you gasp as he bites down on your neck, leaving a mark that’s sure to stay there for at least a day or two. he’s already given you 3 orgasms so far, it’d be hard for you to take on another. how is the stamina of a harbinger seemingly endless? ignoring your words, he continues to thrust into you, relentlessly hitting that one spot that makes you see stars without stopping his abuse on your clit. tears begin to flow out of your eyes, overwhelmed at the situation. your 4th orgasm of the night hits like a truck, your slick splashing all over the couch as you slump against childe’s body. he laughs delightfully, kissing your cheek as he lays you down on the other side of the couch. you blink absentmindedly, your eyelids are heavy but childe puts both your legs on his shoulders. you whine, trying to weakly push him away, but he grabs both your hands and pin them up over your head.

“shh, shh… it’s ok. i’ll be done soon, just a little bit more, ok?” he pushes his cock into you once more, groaning about how tight you still are even after all this. his pace is instantly rough as he grunts more than usual, chasing his own orgasm now.

“god, you’re like a f… fucking dream…” his thrusts gets faster–bending down to place more kisses on your chest. he suddenly grips you jaw, forcing you to watch him with your last bit of consciousness as he cums inside. his eyes are closed, brows furrowed and laced with sweat as he moans, milking out every bit of his orgasm before pulling out and watching it spill out in satisfaction. he allows you to finally close your eyes as he picks you up, whispering about how you’re now his.

✦ an: this actual in-game dialogue drives me nuts... repost bc it wasn't showing up in tags!!

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julieunbroken · 3 months

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Resisting You - Tartaglia x Reader (Fem)

art credit : @umnume on twitter !!

You decided to visit Northland Bank in Liyue to deposit some Mora you've had for a while. You open the door and it still looks the same as you remember, such as the interior and the feeling you got from the place. "Good afternoon y/n, how have you been?" the receptionist smiles and gives you some extra Mora as a gift

"It's good to see you again" you respond. "I just wanna deposit some Mora I've saved for a while if that method is still allowed"

"Of course," "just give me a moment. While I'm busy, would you mind showing me the amount you have?" the receptionist turns away and you dig through your things to get it out. You had a lot in there and as you were counting all the Mora you had, it spilled all over the floor. "I'm so sorry I was just checking over how much Mora I had an-" you were interrupted by the 11th harbinger, who stared down at you confusingly.

"Need any help?" he asks you. You look startled, and as he reaches his hand out you zone out from looking at his hand, admiring how attractive he is with his veiny, strong hand. He keeps on asking if you're okay and you return to your regular state of mind. "S-sorry, I was just... zoning out..." you say while completely flustered, not knowing how to react.

"Haha, it's fine don't worry, most people are like that with me" "Anyway, I'm one of the 11 Fatui Harbingers, my actual name is Childe but I go by Tartaglia. So you can choose which name you wanna refer to me as." He winks at you.

You stand there in shock after he introduces himself and he walks off, you knew you couldn't resist his charm. Tartaglia had something in himself that stood out to you, you weren't sure what it was but you knew he had it. You deposit the mora and leave the bank, still flustered from that moment.

Time goes by and you're walking around Liyue, and you run into Tartaglia again.

"Oh hey, weren't you the person that I ran into at the bank?" Tartaglia asks.

"No yeah, it's me. Haha, once again I'm sorry about that, s-something happened..." You look away shyly, and he looks blankly at you. "No problem, it usually happens with every customer, not sure why." He says while looking around, he notices you staring at him while blushing. "Do you have a staring problem?" he asks in a bold tone.

"N-no? It's just... never mind." You stutter on your words. "It's fine, I like it," he mutters. "A-anyway, you wanna just take a stroll? I have nothing to do." Tartaglia asks, you're quite hesitant to say yes but you end up accepting anyway.

As you guys are walking around town talking about whatever comes to your mind Tartaglia seems to take a liking to you. He kept on asking more about you and wanted to know what you're actually like. "Hey y/n, would you like to come to my place for the rest of the day? Sorry if that's so sudden to ask... heh." He nervously asks. You were still hesitant to say yes but you thought it was nice of him to offer that so you accepted again.

You walk into his place and look around and never realize how much money he has. Tartaglia gives you a tour of what his rooms look like and you ask him where he got all this money from.

"Well, I can't say my source of income because it's... private business, the best way to word it. But I lied to my siblings and said that I owned a toy factory across Tevyat." He laughs.

"Oh okay, just asking." You laugh with him.

"Do you wanna come up to my room? It's quite interesting up there" Tartaglia asks you. "Alright, that's fine. I've been wanting to know what it looks like anyway."

Taraglia takes your hand and walks you up the stairs. "You're such a gentleman" you point out, "I know, y/n." He says and grabs you closer to him. "I know you can't resist me, don't deny it." He grabs your face and pins you to the wall. "I know we just met but that's not the point. You're all mine." He starts kissing you and drags you onto the bed.

"You're so cute." He starts kissing down towards your body and you put your legs around him. "Y/n, you're comfortable with me doing this right? I don't wanna do anything to hurt you." He looks up, "Yeah, I'm fine with it, trust me." You close your eyes and let him do his things. Tartaglia starts eating you out and you can't help but enjoy the pleasure.

"Y/n, don't hold in those moans, I wanna hear them. I want you to feel good while I lick your " He looks up at you again and you look away immediately. You start moaning loudly and he couldn't help but mention how cute they sound. As he finishes eating you out, he tells you to turn around and puts his massive cock inside of you.

"You like that don't you, huh?" Tartaglia thrusts into you harder.

"Do you want me to continue thrusting into your tight pussy y/n?" He let out a little moan and continued what he was doing. "Ah~ T-T-Tartaglia please... fuck me up~ it feels so good..." you moan louder and he begins to thrust even harder than before. "Ah, you're taking it so well y/n, aren't you? Ngh~" He smirks at you, watching you become vulnerable to his pleasure. "Ah~ ngh~" Tartaglia lets out a few whimpers. He cums inside you and you're left on the bed with your whole body shaking from how good it felt.

You enjoyed that moment so much and Tartaglia lies down next to you and held your hand, making sure that you were okay, after many hugs and kisses, you both fell asleep on his bed together.

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byizoyas · 11 months

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genshin impact ; red means ily ch. 14

゜₊ ⁺ ｡ masterlist | « unfaithful » — notes: next part will be a written one, therefore idk when it shall come out but i will try on posting it not too late.. anyway here’s part 14, hoping you like it as always<3 | taglist is open.

#byizoyas.#📼 – red means ily #childe #tartaglia #childe x reader #childe x y/n #childe x you #childe smau #childe scenarios #tartaglia x y/n #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia x you #tartaglia smau #tartaglia scenarios #genshin x y/n #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin smau #genshin impact smau

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your-local-hoemie · 1 year

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Imagine our favorite gingers with a constantly sleepy s/o T-T s/o just casually falling asleep on a chair during a social event coz her social battery is non existent (this is so me)

-🐢anon

Somehow tumblr is exposing my red flags better than what my therapist did, how ya’ll outing me like this 💀

Also hELLO! Yesyesyes our favourite ginger snacks are bACK!

I legit had to do this instead of catching up with Genshin because I was doing Heizou’s hangout quest and bro had me giggling and kicking my legs istg Hoyo knew what the fuck they were doing with him and I can’t handle it.

Warnings: fluff, swearing, established relationship, gn!reader, not-proof read.

Characters: Childe, Thoma.

Childe~

Dude finds it funny

Seriously had to hold back from teasing you about it 24/7 and it’s starting to break him

Ego boost 2000

At first he was very concerned!

Thought you died again 2.0

Kept asking if you were hungry or sleeping alright since he legit thought you weren’t taking care of yourself

Which you probably wasn’t knowing ya’ll, drink some damn water.

But when you told him it was just because your social battery was akin to a decomposing gummy worm, he immediately started laughing

Him being a extrovert makes it kinda hard for him to understand why social events are exhausting for you

Even if it’s just like 30 minutes

Even so, he loves his baby and will absolutely make sure to be prepared!

Always has something on him that can double as a pillow!

If he forgets it or can’t find anything then he’ll lean you against his arm or lap

He’s so casual about it too 💀

Unless he’s feeling like a lil’ shit and decides to tease you.

If you’re embarrassed about it or feel insecure about not keeping up with his ungodly amount of energy then he’ll be quick to put your mind at ease!

There’s nothing you could do that would make this man embarrassed by you

Gets suuuper cocky and proud when people look at you snoozing away against him

Mans just like-

“Yeah, I know you wish you were me right now”

If someone complains or gets annoyed by it then well

I think we all know the drill by now

He’ll help them take a nice nap too

Permanently

Or at least make em wish they could take the forever nap

Sometimes if the event or meeting is super boring which it usually is for him he’ll get lost staring at your face and admiring all your pretty features~

Ends up feeling bad when he has to wake you up but loves seeing your groggy face change from confused to panic within seconds

Usually ends up with you hitting him because he didn’t wake you up

Which usually ends up accidentally encouraging him to take you home so you can “rest” in bed >;)

Thoma~

You’re so lucky omg you have no idea

He got so concerned when he noticed you acting kinda off during a outing during one of his days off

Boy kept a super close eye on you and made sure you all stopped to eat just because he thought you had forgot to eat ;-;

when you ended up falling asleep on his shoulder he was fROZEN

Like you know when an animal falls asleep on you and you legally can’t move?

That

He panicked

After he tried slightly nudging you he simply just accepted his fate

After this happens a couple more times he eventually figured it out!

He’s good at being social given his close relationship with the Kamisato clan but he prefers keeping to himself a lot

So he’d definitely be able to understand!!

Knows how to help you recharge quickly too!!

He also grew used to you taking naps randomly when your energy was completely used up and prepared for it~

Very similar to Childe in that aspect!

Though he’s get too flustered to let you lay on his lap in public jkfjdkdkk

When it’s time to go he’ll wake you up by softly kissing your cheek or brushing it with his finger while gentle sitting you up

Doesn’t even give you a reason to feel insecure about it!

He’s so sweet and gentle that he’s just naturally comforting to be around

Always reassures you even if he thinks there’s even a slight chance of you feeling guilty ;-;

Occasionally calls you his sleepy angel if you’re being particularly cute!

If anyone gets mad about it he’ll simply tell them that if it’s annoying then you can both just leave

Has zero patience with anyone who dares to get mad at you for things you can’t help

When you both get home after a draining day he’ll make sure you’re all nice and tucked up in bed while he makes dinner

Please show him how much you appreciate him istg this boy is so precious

Look at me being productive uwu

Seriously how do people have the energy to just be social and not pass out the first chance you get it genuinely scares me-

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tellerluna-stories · 2 years

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hide no longer, my beloved.

PAIRING: childe x reader <33

GENRE: hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending! sickfic but,,, neither childe nor mc are sick??

TW/CW: slight spoilers for childe's backstory (I use his real name a lot here)

A/N: to be 100% honest, I have no idea if the plot of this is coherent or what bc my thought process was just "brain big sad. write hurt/comfort for fave character. now sad gone." ANYWAYS HAPPY READING

Childe realises that he's the absolutely head-over-heels, no-turning-back-now kind of in love when he comes home to you.

The house is dark and still, save for a lonely lamp that still burned in the kitchen; the first thing Childe notices when he steps through the doorway is the distinct lack of toys lying in wait to trip him up or picture-books splayed out on their forlorn pages. Though it took his siblings much convincing to put their toys away at night, all evidence of children's playtime was nowhere to be seen.

"Teucer's finally asleep," a quiet voice remarks, and he finally sees a vague stirring in the darkness; there you were on the couch with the toy-chest at your feet, a stack of books beside you as if you had just been sorting them. "Don't wake him though— he's all tired out. I also put Anton and Tonia to bed."

The Harbinger sinks down next to you, relief washing over him like a tidal wave; it was rare for anyone in their family to get sick, but Teucer had been bedridden all day with a fever that burned hotter than fire. With their parents out of town and Childe busy with his duties, it was only fortunate that you had volunteered to nurse the boy back to health.

He honestly couldn't tell whether he ought to feel grateful or ashamed— as the eldest, it was Ajax's duty to take care of his siblings, yet he had to rely on you to take care of them where he could not. But at the same time he knows that he couldn't have left them in more capable hands.

(His own hands curl reflexively, reminded of all the less noble causes that had prevented him from doing his duty as an older brother.)

"How is he... how are they? Did they behave?" He asks hesitantly— if Childe's subordinates heard him now, they'd probably be surprised by how his voice trembled, the cold, careless voice of a ruthless battle-maniac exchanged for the hushed tones of an eldest son who'd spent the whole day fretting over his beloved brother.

However, all he gets is a deadpan stare in response.

"You worry too much." You snort and shake your head, continuing to tidy up anyway. "I'll have you know that I've dealt with kids and adults who were far rowdier than those three. They were all pretty well-behaved, and Anthon and Tonia didn't put up a fuss when it was time for bed."

The picture-books were properly aligned with a soft tap-tap-tap against the lid of the toy-chest, which was then pushed to rest against the wall; the books soon followed suit to their rightful place, which was in the tiny bookshelf next to the toy-chest. A thump, a soft rustle as you straightened up the couch cushions around and behind the two of you, and you continue, "Well, I suppose it did help that I promised to tell them a story."

"How about Teucer?"

"Teucer? Well..." The couch shifts as you shuffle closer to Ajax, practically wilting against him to bury your face in his shoulder. "It got kind of scary because his fever was pretty high at one point, but it went down after I gave him his medicine."

A small, weaker part of himself trembles with guilt, thinking of Teucer shivering under the covers as he waited for his dependable big brother to come home. What sort of brother was he to leave Teucer alone in such a state? What would he have ever done if he didn't have you to turn to?

"Thank you..." It's all Ajax can manage to say, though he knows words are insufficient to express how truly grateful he is to have you here like this. "Thank you."

You scoff lightly, though he can feel your smile against his shoulder all the same. "It's nothing."

"It's not nothing. It's— it's..." He sighs shakily; how could he explain that what was nothing for you was everything to him?

Pulling away, you give Ajax an unimpressed look. "I'm no nurse, y'know. It's just that I've seen and experienced my fair share of fevers to know my way around treating one. And besides..."

Your fingers find their place in the hem of his scarf, twisting it this way and that as you quietly say, "It's the least I could do. For the both of you, I mean."

"Sorry you have to put up with me," he mumbles quietly; in response, your hands stiffen, tightening their hold ever so slightly.

"Where'd you get that idea?"

"Oh, just..." He trails off in thought. You had for yourself a lover whose line of work whisked him to far-away places and left him with no time to spend on you, and that did not even mention the possible work-related hazards that came with the job. And then out of the blue, he had the thick-skinned audacity to ask you to look after three rambunctious kids, one of them with a raging fever— by no means did he consider looking after his siblings to be a chore, but really... any other person would've considered this situation a burden to deal with.

"I never had to put up with anything." You lean back and gaze at him solemnly, your arms folding themselves over your chest. "I knew exactly what I was getting into, and I never regretted it."

One side of your mouth quirks up in a teasing lilt, and you continue, "Besides, I already knew that you and your family are a package deal. Can't love one without loving the rest of them too."

His face flushes hot, heat rushing to his cheeks and ears— it was only too fortunate that the room was dimly lit, for you would have never let him hear the end of it.

"Oh, and Teucer said that his throat was sore, so I gave him soup for lunch and made some tea to help soothe the pain. Don't let him go out ice-fishing for a while until he's fully recovered, because the cold air by the water isn't good for him—"

Soup or porridge for meals, and regular doses of hot tea to flush out any mucus that threatened to clog up Teucer's lungs and nose— Ajax listens to your instructions with half an ear, quickly noting to ask you for the recipes later. The other half of his attention is elsewhere, wandering somewhere in the depths of your gaze.

He has you to turn to, he reminds himself; it was only you and no other that leaned against him now, sharing your warmth in a way that made his razor-sharp battle instincts soften so dangerously. What-ifs were not to be tolerated— they would only paralyse the mind and render him immobile, unable to defend the things that he cared about most.

"Then, I'll take over from here—" Ajax begins to say, but you wave him off dismissively.

"Not in that state. I can tell you've been worrying all day about Teucer."

"But..."

"No buts. Just look at yourself, won't you?" You take his face in your hands and frown in disapproval. "You've faced life-threatening dangers and fought countless battles, but the only time you look this bad is when one of your family members isn't feeling well or is upset with you."

Your hands are cool and soothing against Ajax's feverish skin, like a poultice of medicine to an angry wound— it was just like you to see right through him like this, to read between the lines of his story like one of the many books that you devoured on a daily basis.

Sometimes it almost frightened him with how easily you could see through his very soul.

With a sigh of release, Ajax leans his forehead to rest against your own. His fingers reached up to find their rightful place, which was to be intertwined with yours; the sensation of your cool, balm-like fingers in his own was the only way to anchor himself in the reality that was present, lest he slip too far away.

"He's going to be alright, Ajax." Your voice is steady and reassuring. "Teucer just needs to rest for a few days, that's all."

Silently Ajax closes his eyes, hardly daring to breathe; yes, he is in the here and now, with his heart steady and secure in your careful hands. Teucer was safe and sound, and so were Anthon and Tonia— all thanks to you.

The battlefield, the lies Tartaglia faced and made on a day-to-day basis... all of those things were far away, and his world only consisted of what was before his very eyes. His overflowing emotions swell up within his chest to form sweet nothings that roll on the tongue like honey, cloyingly sweet in the sappiness that he knows will earn him a roll of your eyes or a light punch in the arm— but oh, to tell you that you were his lighthouse in a stormy sea, his first, last, and only love.

"Rest." A soft smile graces your lips, and you give his face a reassuring squeeze. "You can go fuss over Teucer in the morning."

"What if I fall asleep?"

"Then I'll only wake you if I really have to."

He releases his grasp to petulantly extend a pinky finger, a silent — and somewhat sulky — demand for you to keep your promise; this earns him a sigh in response, yet you oblige his request anyway and interlock your pinky with his. "I'll forego the nursery rhyme because I don't want to wake the kids up for this."

His heart-beat quickens ever so slightly, and Ajax cannot help the smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth— how domestic do those words sound from your lips, to hear you admonish him so. He'd fight a hundred battles if it meant hearing you say such things for the rest of your lifetimes.

Indeed, Tartaglia is certain that he does not deserve you. Childe does not deserve this peaceful life, nor does he deserve to be this happy— but if this was the hand that he was given, then who was Ajax to defy destiny?

So he allows himself to rest his head on your knee, to melt into the softer, more vulnerable version of himself that few were privileged to see. Tartaglia and Childe were strangers, distant in both name and identity— for tonight he is just Ajax, the young man who loves you more than a hero loves adventure.

Your fingers gently card through his tousled hair as a soft lullaby thrums through your bones, and all Ajax knows is peace.

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monocaelia · 1 year

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a spoonful of sugar.

even when you feel like your body is caving in on itself, they're always there to lift you from the darkness. aka; they take care of you when you're sick.

feat. childe. diluc. scaramouche.

genre : fluff and comfort .

note : guess who covid finally caught up to. :) i've been feeling awful about the whole ordeal so this is a little comfort fic to me from me, teehee.

❀ CHILDE

today was the day childe finally came home from work and boy was he excited about it. not only would he be home with his family for a while and get to spend time with those that he loves and maybe go fishing with his father and help his mother with meals while the kids get ready for dinner and bed, but he would also get to see you again.

granted, he got to see you more often than his family members as you travel around teyvat as often as he does, but nothing beats getting to your house and being enveloped by one of your warm and loving embraces as you both take in each other's presence as if it would be your last.

what he wasn't prepared to see when he walked through your door was your huddled body shaking underneath a blanket, sniffling and coughing while you curled in on yourself to maintain whatever heat your body let out.

your name slips from childe's lips as he drops his bags off at your bedroom door. his heart warms at your noise of surprise, but it crumbles again when you peek your head out from the blanket.

of course, you looked sickly; nose and cheeks red from irritation and your eyes barely even open. you were a mess, with your pajamas still draping your body and your hair messier than when you just wake up, almost as if you didn't even brush your hair for the day.

"oh... childe, i wasn't expecting you home so soon. if i had known, i would have-"

"you're not doing anything right now," childe scolds, marching over to your bedridden body and pushing you back underneath the blankets. despite your protests, childe presses a finger to your lips and a kiss to the top of your head. "don't you dare move a finger on this bed or i'm going to be very upset, sweetheart."

and with that your lover leaves the room. you hear a number of clutters from the kitchen and soon a warm, comforting smell surrounds your room and nearly lulls you to sleep. if it weren't for the gentle knock and the familiar head of messy, curly ginger hair peeking from the door, you sure would have.

in his hands was a delicious soup, one that he remembered you loved and you could nearly cry at the mere thought that he recalled something so trivial about you.

"oh... 'jax you didn't need to do all of this. i'm not that sick," you gently try to persuade him, but your lover shushes you.

"i didn't need to, but i wanted to," he replies simply, a loving smile growing on his lips and his dimples poking through. "i wanted to and i love you."

oh, that did it.

you tried pushing back the tears that welled up in the corner of your eyes as to not embarrass yourself in front of childe, but to no avail. one, two, three tears drip from your face and you try to wipe at every one.

"love? are you okay? should i have not made you soup? did you want anything else?" your lover panics, setting aside the soup to comfort your shaking body. his thumbs, calloused from years of fighting and training in the fatui and moreso, gently wipe away the tears that push through your eyes and its at this moment that you feel his love for you again and again.

"no... i just..." you begin, taking a deep breath to collect your thoughts, "you're too good for me. i'm sorry for making you worry about me, 'jax."

he doesn't respond immediately, instead only silently wiping away your tears and pushing away the hair that got in between him and your face. as much as you loved his deep, ocean eyes, you couldn't bring yourself to stare into them at the moment in fear of humiliating yourself even more in front of him.

childe calls your name, gently like the waves that lap calmly against the shores of morepesok, and that's when you finally meet his gaze.

"don't apologize for something like that. i love you, and you're someone important to me; of course i'm going to worry for you and care for you," he presses a kiss to your head once more. "you're someone i want in my life forever. so please, let me love you."

❀ DILUC

you're pitiful; shivering underneath the blanket of your bed and pulling the sheets far above your head. every now and then he could hear your soft sniffles and dry coughing disrupt the otherwise silence in the room.

if he could, diluc would take the illness that chose to curse you at this very moment and suffer in your place. but what he could he do against the common cold.

his knuckle gently raps against the door, signaling his arrival to your room and his heart aches when your body freezes underneath your thick blanket. slow, heavy steps make their way towards the pile on your bed and he carefully places the tray of food on your nightstand.

diluc calls your name; you don't reply.

he calls your name again, fingers lightly tugging against the blanket that hides you from the outside world and your fingers quickly tighten their grip and a shout of protest leaves your lips.

"dearest," diluc whispers, his words enveloping you in the warmest way possible, "you have to eat your dinner."

your body curls away from his touch and his brows furrow. he hates to see you like this.

"i-i'll eat it in a bit..." your hoarse voice answers from underneath the blanket. as sickly as you sound, diluc could feel his shoulders drop in relief at hearing you speak again.

"why not eat it now when it's warm, love?" his fingers caress what he thinks is your head from underneath the blanket. "i've missed seeing you. don't you miss me, too?"

there's a pause of silence as you ponder what to do next before your head slowly peeks out from underneath the blanket.

your eyes are swollen, tinted a light shade of pink along with your nose from excessive wiping. your hair is a mess, sticking out in places where it shouldn't be, and the bags underneath your eyes are darker than they normally are. you must have lost a fair amount of sleep because of your illness.

"i'm sorry i look so scary right now," your words are congested and hoarse, but your voice is still your voice.

diluc's heart melts at your apology and his rough fingers brush a strand of hair away from your face. even if you had the burden of carrying the world on your shoulders and had the physical repercussions to show it, he would still think you were the most ethereal being he had ever laid eyes on.

"nonsense, you're beautiful. how could i ever think of you as any less?"

his lips gently press against your forehead, a silent 'i love you' shared between the two of you before helping you up to eat your dinner.

❀ SCARAMOUCHE

"you look awful."

scaramouche is sitting a few feet away from your bedside, staring at you in disgust at your messy hair and runny nose. you had suggested he leave you alone for today as you've gotten severely ill, but what scaramouche wants, scaramouche does so here he is, calling you ugly in your own home.

"thanks," you retort in your congested voice, "you sure make me feel extra loved."

the wanderer rolls his eyes at you before moving to finally sit at your bedside. he made sure not to sit too close though, probably so that he wouldn't catch your germs.

not that he could ever get sick, but whatever.

"you know, i thought you promised to be nicer," you comment, attempting to sit up to be a little bit polite towards your unwanted guest, even if he didn't deserve it, but your head spins as soon as you move.

surprisingly, you feel sharp fingers push you back down on your bed and you're staring at the ceiling again.

"i am. i'm visiting you while you're sick, isn't that being nice?" scaramouche states it as if it was obvious. "when no one wants to see you and risk getting sick, isn't this me being nice so you're not alone."

in his own... weird and convoluted way, scaramouche was right. although it's not what you would deem as nice, this was nice even for someone like him.

"oh right, they told me to make sure you take this," scaramouche says, pulling out a green vial from archons knows where. you feel your throat close up at the sight of the medicine and the familiar, bitter taste of it nearly makes you gag at the mere sight. he brings it towards you and you instinctively pull away from him.

"oh?" the wander watches in amusement as you make every attempt to move away from the vial. "what is this? the fearsome warrior who has slain their enemies with no remorse is scared of a little bit of medicine?"

your hand shoves the arm holding the vial away, although weak from your current illness. "as if. just... leave it here and i'll eat it later. i promise."

your heart drops to your stomach when the grin grows on scaramouche's face. "no, i was ordered to make sure you ate it all. i need to bring this bottle back empty, you see."

he was having too much fun with this. your eyes widen in both fear and surprise when he leans towards your bedridden body, arms barricading you and trapping you on top of the mattress. if you weren't stuck with an illness, overpowering him and switching the sides wouldn't be an issue.

but your body was frail from your fever.

"you're such a liar."

"me? a liar? nonsense. that was the old me, not the new me, promise."

and yet the devious glint in his eye and the way too toothy grin that continued to grow on his face revealed the truth to you. he was messing with you, and you would be damned if you let him win this round while you were recovering.

"now you can do this the easy way or the hard way. which will it be?"

oh boy... this was going to be a long night.

#tartaglia x reader #tartaglia fluff #diluc x reader #diluc fluff #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche fluff #tartaglia scenarios #diluc scenarios #scaramouche scenarios #genshin x reader #didi writes #i come crawling out of my cave LOL #anyways... enjoy my silly sickfic while i go and recover now <3 #my throat hurts so bad TT #not proofread because i am sick and delusional

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wrixthesley · 2 years

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All I’ve Known | Tartaglia

cw: choking, dubcon, jealousy, heavy breath play, lots of memories, mentions if tighnari, blow job, fellatio, possessive behavior, kinda yandere childe if u squint, friends to idk friends w benefits(?)

You admired him.

“Ajax” you whisper, his hand finding yours, fingers interlacing.

The way you look up at him reminds him of when he went away for training and came back with no trace of the Ajax you once knew. He still sought after you though, slipping off his gloves so that his bare hands touch and fingers interlace with yours.

“Always your Ajax” he reassures, bringing your hand up to his lips to press a small kiss to the back of your hand.

He thinks that’s when you sealed his fate. It had to be, the very moment you both realized he would be there forever.

“Ajax” your whisper is barely there, his lips ghosting your own just like they were when he had gotten a little too close to comfortable in high school. When he swore that you would be his first kiss, his first and only. It stung when you pulled back, when you looked at him all teary eyed just to tell him you’ve never kissed anyone before.

He’ll teach you.

He’ll be gentle, finger tips grazing your chin while he guides your mouth to his own and captures your lips in a soft kiss.

It’s the first one after all, he can’t act too harsh. He’ll let your tongue slip through first before he deepens the kiss.

You pulled away first, overwhelmed and embarrassed when a string of salive was collected the two of you.

“Ajax” your voice is weaker this time, it sounds like you might cry.

You’re pretty when you cry, he noticed that when fat tears were spilling down your cheeks when you told him that you were leaving to study in Sumeru. He doesn’t mention the Fatui to you, knowing that he’ll be back just in time to greet you as if he never left.

He’d read every letter you sent him and saved the numerous flowers dried and pressed in between each fold.

When you came home and finally met up with him you talked about every experience you had. How your mentor was harsh but meant well, how he could hear your foot steps from far away and knew when you were coming before you announced yourself.

Tighnari you mention his name and Ajax feels the pit of jealousy plant itself in his gut rooting itself down to his very core because one season away from him and suddenly you glow differently especially when you mention Tighnari’s name and how smart he is.

“He’s amazing at what he does.” You shine when you smile at him, showing him the notes you’ve taken while away. His gaze darkens when you go back to the book you were showing him, suddenly he wonders what else you delved into while in Sumeru.

“Ajax” you slur, one night stumbling into his arms when your friends had called him to tell him to pick you up. You had a few too many and there’s no way any of them could lift you up and carry you home.

He doesn’t reply when you tell him you’re sorry. You’re stumbling and holding on to him for balance even though he’s practically dragging you into the bathroom to sober up.

You wrap your arms around him, hands playfully carding through his hair. “Always my Ajax” you whisper, tongue thick and heavy.

“Wanna thank you.” You say, pressing a sticky kiss to his cheek and his jaw.

He doesn’t stop you when your hands travel to his belt, doesn’t pull away when you’re pulling him into a heated make out session. Instead he guides your own hands to wrap around his hardening cock. Watches how you practically sober up at his length and girth before you mutter “I don’t know-“

“I’ll show you.”

He’s full of praises when you’re down on your knees, even when you’re worried that your skirt might ride up your thighs, he loves when you stick your tongue out allowing him to slap his dick on it.

He nearly cums when you take his length into your hot mouth and begin to bob your head up and down. He tells you when to hollow your cheeks, when to relax your throat, and how to breathe through your nose.

He loves the stupid look on your face when you look up at him for mercy as if you didn’t put yourself in this position to begin with. His hands are placed on each side of your head and you can’t breathe with the new pace he sets. He’s fucking your skull, doesn’t care that your nails are digging into his thigh or that you’re crying real tears this time.

He’s shown you through all your firsts, he’ll always be the shadow that lingers in your mind if you ever try to do this with anyone else. He wants to ruin you for anyone else, only wants you to think of him and only him.

He recalls your first kiss together how shy you had gotten when a string of saliva was connecting you both together, it’s the same now when he finally lets you off his cock.

You’re inhaling gulps of air, lips covered in spit and his precum while still connected to him through the same, fragile string of your salive.

“Hey, I’m all you’ve known right?” He asks, the toe of his shoe coming to press against your clothed cunt.

“I’m all you’re ever gonna know.”

He’s pick you up, your head is spinning and the coolness of the counter meets your bare thighs when Ajax pushes your skirt to bunch up at your waist.

“Be good for me.” He says before pressing a sweet kiss to your temple. “Wanna try something?”

His hand wraps around your throat, squeezing the sides a little, watching how your hands weekly squeeze around his wrist. You’re saying his name over and over again, the look in your eyes isn’t the same as when you talk about Tighnari, but this look is only for him.

“God, just be good for me and take it.” He breathes, kissing your lips when he lines himself up at your entrance.

“Good girl, fuck- you’re so tight.” He’s sheathing himself in, hips rocking slowly allowing you the mercy of adjusting to his length. The greedier he gets the more he speeds up, the rougher he gets.

“So tight, so fucking tight. It’s so fucking hot” he pants, rocking and allowing his weight to guide him in and out of your walls. His grip is harder and harder and it’s pulling him back to the reality that you’re really under him, that you really can’t breathe and your vision is getting spotty.

“Sorry, shit- you’re so good. sorry just a little bit longer” his brows are furrowed, head tipping back and basking in the heat of your pussy.

“Keep sucking me in, fuck fuck fuck” his pace is sloppier, his lips against yours are needy and you’re scratching at his arm now.

You feel his release inside of you, hot thick ropes of cum as his arm and weight come off your throat making you cough and sputter.

He’s holding you close, rubbing your back as a consolation for what you just endured.

“You’re all I’ve ever known,” he whispers, “always your Ajax forever.”

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Title: Little Duckling

[ - Lake (Gn!reader) + Daisy (Platonic) + Childe (Genshin Impact) - ] - Anon's Ask

Summary: Fantasy au: Childe a knight of the ice queen felt a little lonely, far from his family and siblings he missed his sister and brothers. One day he went to the forest to train as usual well till he saw a little child suddenly turn into a small duckling.

Additional Warnings/tags: Fluff, fantasy au, knight!Childe (and him being cautious yet he can't help but become a little attached to the little child)

Note: Inspired by the stories: The Ugly Duckling and The Swan Princess.

[ - Fairytale Picnic Event - closed ]

Whenever Childe wasn't busy he would go to the forest and train. An honored knight and a follower of the queen he had left his home and family in favor to protect her highness and become her strength.

Her highness had 11 knights that kept close to her, her most trusted and he was the 11th.

In his heart he was glad that he was able to protect the queen, to help her achieve her dreams. The battles he fought were not all that easy, as he too ran into trouble but he lusted to become stronger, so he always fight with all his might not turning back from his position and winning with a smile on his face.

Yet he has moments where it felt lonely, away from his family and siblings he treasured so much. Sending them letters helps soothe it sometimes but there were moments when homesickness isn't as bearable as it was before.

In those times Childe would often go out deep into the forest to train. He needed some alone time, yet it seems no matter what he did the loneliness was unbearable tonight...

Looking down at his hands the fine sharp blades he looked at his reflection and thought about his little siblings... were they doing fine? were they safe? happy? There was guilt in his heart that he could not watch his sibling grow.

Yet he was brought back to reality when he heard the bushes move.

Hmmm?

Childe could not help but become surprised when he saw you hidden in the bushes, your cream shirt and brown shorts were dirtied with soil and leaves clinging to it. What was a child doing here???

But before he could move, Childe could only blink in surprise as you sneeze poofing into a small… duckling?

Huh…?

He watched as the duckling sneezed again but this time did not turn back into a human again. What is this??? Multiple questions went through his mind as he looked at you, how did you come here? Are you a spy that the enemy nation sent?? And more importantly, how did you turn yourself into a duckling like this?

Yet Childe could not help but laugh a little hidden by his hand when he saw how disappointed you looked in the duckling form, reminded of the books he read to Teucer before he left his family. One of the books if he could remember was called the ugly duckling, yeah that was it if he was not mistaken. Just that you really are a duckling.

He walked up to you, showing himself from the shadows of the trees. You panicked, surprised when he suddenly showed himself. You try to run away yet compared to your little duck feet Childe was far taller than you scooping you in his hands before you could go anywhere carefully not to hurt you as he took you back to the building.

Don't get him wrong, he still has his suspicions that you might be a spy yet when he showed you to someone who worked under Dottore... the man told him that you were just a normal duckling and that there was nothing dangerous about you.

It was weird that the man said you were a duckling as Childe told him about the fact that you were once a human that turned into a duckling all the man gave him was a confused stare. He paid the man to keep quiet after the whole ordeal, didn't want rumors to spread that he gone insane or the fact that he found something rather... interesting. He could think of a few that would love to dissect you and see what made a human turn into an animal.

He let you go in his room on top of the desk when you looked at him suspiciously yet he could also see curiosity in them. What are you doing? The quacking sounds you made as you flapped your tiny wings. Was it trust that you started to talk to him like this? How naive he thought.

"You are an interesting thing buddy. This is the first time I ever saw a child could that turn into a duckling." Taping your beak as if to tease you. The pout you made was just adorable as he called a maid to come with food and deserts.

"Wanna eat something I am sure you are hungry." The cuteish growl from your stomach was more than enough of an answer. Childe laughed as he gave you bread and peas.

"You need to eat the peas. You are a growing duckling that needs to eat food other than bread." The refusal on your face as you looked anywhere but the peas. Even when Childe crushed them just in case you might choke on it by mistake. You are a small thing after all... he would not put it past you to by mistake chock on the pea when you tried to escape by crazily jumping off the table.

It gave Childe a heart attack when but he was quickly able to catch you. Geez if you were a spy he wouldn't think they would be that stingy with peas!

And when night came you cuddled up to the blankets in his bed softly snoring. Childe watched you sleep having a few things to do before he could sleep too... really he wondered if you really are a spy.

How could a spy be so childish that they would clumsily knock over the decorations on the table, Childe could only be glad that it wasn't the desk where all his documents are otherwise it would have been an ink splatter.

Cute little thing really when you stared at the frame of his family with an odd fascination. Asking Childe who they were by constantly quacking at him. The frustration on your face was just amusing when he kept getting it wrong. "Do you want to drink?" ".... swim? Ducklings swim right?" "Ohhh you want to eat!" The quacking became a little louder than before.

"Okay okay… Hmmm," he looked at where your little wing was pointing and noticed that you were looking at the picture frame. "The picture frame?"

You brighten.

"Well…" Childe scratched his cheek grabbing the frame he returned to you to let you get a closer look.

"This is my family." He told you, this information wasn't necessarily sensitive so he didn't have a problem telling you this. "This is me here. My parents are here and these are my siblings." He pointed at each family member becoming rather sentimental it has been a while since he introduced his family to someone even if it is through a picture.

"..." When he didn't hear any of the small little sounds that you make he looked at you. You were silent, staring at the picture in almost longing. Like it was something that was so far away from you, something that you don't have. Childe was familiar with that face even if it was from a duckling funny enough there was a certain sadness in your small eyes and you looked down taking a seat on the table.

It was weird really, unnerving when Childe really thought about it... a duckling acting like that.

He didn't trust you. Not at all, you were still too suspicious… but when he watched you doze quietly on the blanket. It was a weird thought but what if you really are not a spy? Maybe he would help you and if you don't have a home he would take you to his Teucer would love a playmate.

Maybe really.. he shall see.

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