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lonophobic · 1 year

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

tartaglia x male reader

tw: smut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), top male reader, reader is a sadist, but tartag is a masochist so its all good lmao, binding, crying, begging, overstimulation, orgasm denial, nipple play, reader is mentioned to be a half-god, childe is called a whore once, childe is called ajax for this fic, i think thats it but im not sure lmao

genre: smut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

summary: uhh plotless smut lol childe radiates bottom energy so much

a/n: this was supposed to be a small little thirst. small. idk what happened.

part 2!

!not proofread

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y/n could hear ajax’s sobs as his tip leaked precum, a white puddle already resting on his stomach from the previous orgasms. his hands were tied behind his back, immobilizing him and rendering him helpless. you were still thrusting into his tight hole, the two of you covered in a thin layer of sweat. ajax’s back was leaning against the bed frame, yet his head was hanging down as you could hear his pants and soft sniffles. he didn’t even know how many times he had cum that night already, all he knew was that he wanted more- needed more. he felt you slow down, and as he was about to start complaining, he felt your lips against his, bringing him into a surprisingly soft kiss, which was a large contrast to how the two of you looked at that moment. tounges danced with each other as ajax could feel your dick twitch inside him. you pulled back, quickening your pace with a soft groan. you glanced at ajax’s tear- streaked face, then let go of one of his thighs you were holding up to trail up his chest until you were brushing your fingers against his hard nipples, which brought a raspy whimper up his throat. he was getting lost in the moment when you suddenly pinched his nipple, hard. you felt him tighten around you, letting out a hoarse moan while he threw his head back, hearing a bump from his head hitting the bed frame. you put your hand back to his thigh to hold it back up, and replaced your fingers with your mouth- licking, sucking, and biting the hardened nub. you heard him let out another sob as he spasmed around your cock, his cum being so thin at this point that he might as well be squirting water. his back arched off the bed frame, and you slowed down your thrusts until they came to a stop. you were a bit tired too- you cummed quite a bit already inside the harbinger. you were about to pull out to get cleaned up, but you felt your boyfriend bite your neck, keeping you in place.

“where do you think you’re going? i thought you said you’d fuck me dumb today. i expected more from a half-god.”

this made you chuckle- you’ve never met anyone else in your entire eternal life who could handle more rounds than ajax. it made you amused, excitement bubbling from your core.

“fine. we can go further. but-if you really want me to go harder-“

you paused to lean down and kiss his temple, leaning a bit further down to be right next to his ear to whisper-

“you’re gonna have to beg for it, you little whore.”

this sent shivers down ajax’s spine; he smirked, and replied with a snarky response.

“you’ll never see me beg for a good fucking, shouldn’t you just give it to me?”

ajax was squirming, openly sobbing. as much as he regretted saying those words to you, every inch of his body seemed to love it. he had been denied orgasm after orgasm, your thrusting and hand jerking him off stopping right at the edge. it was driving him crazy- his eyes rolled to the back of his head, head tilting back as far as it could go before the bed frame stopped it. his mouth open wide as it spilled moan after moan, taking in huge gulps of air as he was fucked right to the edge, just to be pulled back. his tears were falling freely off of his eyes onto his cheeks, mind hazy from the intense feeling he was getting. he could barely process you were talking to him, but your hand gripping his chin to make him face you brought him back to reality.

“you want to cum?”

this sounded like a miracle to ajax; he had been on the edge for archons know how long, hours probably. he was willing to do anything for release at this point.

“YES-yesyesyes, please- please- i’m sorry i said that to you- pleasepleasepleaseplease just let me cum,”

he blurted out, tightening around the cock that had been ruining his insides for the past several hours. this seemed to satisfy you, and you leaned down to kiss his forehead with a soft smile.

“finally decided to listen, huh? well, i guess i could help you, since i’ve had my fun.”

you helped to shift ajax so that he was on his back, and retying his restraints so that they were tied against the bed frame. you suddenly brought his knees to his shoulders, which made ajax stiffen in surprise. when you slammed yourself back inside, he let out a loud, raspy moan that was almost a shout. you gave him no time to recover, pulling out until just the tip of your cock was inside and harshly trusting all the way back in. ajax could feel you so much deeper inside, your tip pressing against his prostate. he moaned loudly at every thrust, hearing the flesh of your hips snap against his bruised ass. you put his legs on your shoulders and leaning down so you could bite at his neck, hard enough to draw blood. you felt ajax’s back lift off of the bed as you sucked on the spot you had bit as you whispered soft praises into his ear, which were hardly processed by the ginger. you glanced down, seeing his stomach bulge with each thrust. as you bit down on another spot, you pressed down on the bulge, which finally pushed ajax over the edge. he screamed, sticky white liquid squirting from his tip. he clenched down hard on your cock, which made you cum as well with a moan. the two of you sat there for a minute, both panting as you calmed down from your highs. after a minute, he heard you chuckle.

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

you heard him laugh weakly, his voice raspy as he responded.

“i’ll be sure to get you back sometime.”

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damn i just wanted bottom childe and this is what my rotting brain created 🧍

planning a part 2 where foul legacy!childe tests the limits of his half-god boyfriend 🤗

edit: forgot to add tags lmao

#tartaglia x male reader #childe x male reader #ajax x male reader #male reader #top reader #top male reader #smut #oh god my brainrot is horrible #bottom childe #bottom tartaglia

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onirique-amaranth · 2 years

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Ok so we have confirmed bratty sub Dottore.. what type of subs r the other harbingers? 👀

⎮What type of subs are they?⎮

Part.1 : Dottore, Arlecchino & Tartaglia

Dottore

❥ Like I said before, I believe Dottore is a bratty sub. He did not receive love for a very long time, which lead him to whine whenever you don't give him attention.

❥ The first time you showed him attention, he was convinced that you loved him, as he has no understanding of the word 'love' itself. He would do anything if it means that he's able to stay by your side.

❥ He would be jealous easily, never showing it and just stay hidden in his laboratory, or at least that's what everyone thinks. When you're not looking, he would create problems for you until you take care of his 'problem', and most of the time, it ends up with him being bent over his desk.

❥ Perhaps a subordinate entered the laboratory on you two and was found dead the next day. Now, nobody dares to enter any room without knocking. But unsurprisingly, Dottore was satisfied by the outcome as everyone knew you loved him now, and not anyone else.

❥ He may be acting bratty, but the second a leash is attached to his harness, he's on all fours, begging for attention. You can't even imagine how he loved seeing the marks that the choker left on his neck, tempting him to just show it off to anyone. Either he is loud enough that everyone can hear, or he's shutting himself up by shoving his fingers into his mouth, embarrassed by the noises he lets out.

❥ So, treat him roughly when you're punishing him, but always be gentle after, offering him all the attention he craved for since the start. Because, even if he acts that way, Dottore would never leave or betray you in the end. He is yours, and you are his.

Arlecchino

❥ As someone who is 'taking care' of children, she's more used to paying attention to others and giving 'love' instead of her receiving some. But with you, the role has changed, and she's the person being showered with everything she wants. And she loves it.

❥ She enjoys having all your attention on her, she baths in it and would not let go of you for any reason. Her cold and stoic demeanour disappears at night, after finishing a difficult day at the orphanage, she just needs you and acts softer.

❥ She would not beg for attention, but she makes it clear that she wants something from you, sending you a sharp glare if you're talking with one of the Fatui or working instead of spending your night with her. Most of the time, you would end up with your fingers inside of her, going as deep as you can, admiring how pretty she looked when she was going to cum.

❥ She's a power bottom, she enjoys being in control, she requires it to feel comfortable and can't imagine herself not doing anything and leaving all the work to you. She knows everything about your body and how to pleasure you, and it's the same for you, so at the end of the night, you both end up with a fuzzy mind and fucked out face.

❥ Despite being in control, she worships you, you brought a new light to her life and she couldn't be happier. She wouldn't hesitate to betray the Tsaritsa if it meant that she could spend the rest of her life with you. If you had a bad day, she would scold you and act like a mother, but not so long after, she's on her knees, trying her best to make you forget about it.

❥ Arlecchino is someone who refuses to let go of the control she has over a situation, but it doesn't stop her from worshipping you almost like her god.

Tartaglia

❥ Tartaglia is the masochist and desperate one.

❥ After meeting you in Liyue and spending a night with you, he was obsessed. He could not stop thinking about it, whenever he had a break, his mind was filled with memories of this night.

❥ He searched everywhere for you, and when he found you, it was over, he never left your side. Or more like he was not letting you leave him, he needed you.

❥ He was so desperate that any touch of yours that could be perceived as sexual, even in public, was making him hard. It wasn't rare that he ended up with a boner in the middle of a conversation because your hand was placed on his thigh, wrapped your arm around his waist or kissed his neck. But even with how desperate he was, he refused to touch himself, because only you could do this.

❥ He absolutely adored when you were mad because he knew that if he pushed the right buttons, the same night, he would be covered in bruises, and you would wrap your hand around his throat in an oh-so tight and delicious way.

❥ He started to wear a harness after he saw you look at Dottore's neck for a bit too long. And he couldn't get enough of your new habit, which was sliding your hand under it and just squeeze while hugging him from behind, he was going crazy every time you would do this. He also loved when at night, before going to bed, you would take the harness off along with his shirt and trace the marks it left on his skin.

❥ Slap him, kick him, spit on him, and he would thank you. He craved anything you could give him, whatever it was. But despite his masochist tendencies, a simple kiss from you along with a 'good boy' while you jerk him off could make him cum in a second, eyes rolling back and a dumb fucked out smile on his face.

❥ Tartaglia is the sub that is obsessed with you, and as long as you give him what he wants, he won't need to use more drastic measures. Don't touch someone else, or he will lose it.

⏤ Thank you for reading! I wish you a great day.

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l1tw1ck · 2 years

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Bad Boy Ajax

FTM!Ajax x Top!Male Reader

Series: Higher Education | Kinktober

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

Words: 817 | Reader Discretion is Advised

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

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

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

"As usual." You reply dryly.

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

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

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

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

Ajax looks at you in shock. "What?"

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

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

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

"Wait- I was joking!"

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

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

"You're tempting me."

"I'm a virgin, please!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ajax sniffs, shivering and shaking in fear.

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

He whimpers, not responding.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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capsiicle · 1 year

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Contains: NONCON, AFAB Ajax, there's like one mention of clit and cunt but thats it, top male reader, bottom ajax, mentions of death, implied (forced) cannibalism, implied amputation, overstimulation, dacryphilia, obsessive themes, asphyxiation, dissociation (?im not syre, tagging just incase)

Note: this is a product of me being very horny. I did not proof read this and it's also kinda rushed so if it makes no sense/repeats itself, thats why lmao. anyways, yandere reader >>

A sob escaped Ajax's lips, his thighs shaking as the man hushed him, rubbing his thigh slowly while holding him as close as possible, as tight as possible. The stench of blood lingering in the air made his stomach turn, the taste of it on his tongue and the added feeling of blood being smeared across his thigh, while the man's other hand rubbed his hip, made his body shake more.

"Shh, darlin', you didn't need him anyways." [Name] whispered, slowly moving him up and down with the hand on his hip. His head rested on his shoulder as he watched him, Ajax flinching as his hand moved from his thigh and up his chest, groping his chest. When Ajax made an attempt to elbow him, struggling in an attempt to get away. He heard an annoyed sigh, and before he could apologize, a hand was back on his throat, squeezing it.

"W- wait, 'm sorry, please-" Ajax pleaded, eyes tearing up. His vision started going black, whining and moving his hand to squeeze [Name]'s wrist, whispering barely coherent apologies before the other removed his hand from his already bruised throat, sniffling at the idea of another bruise forming on top of the blue ones he already had.

"Will you be a good boy for me, baby? Or, do I have to take more... Drastic meassures?" The man whispered in his eyes, Ajax's eyes widening as he immediately started shaking his head, sobbing loudly as he apologized like a broken record. [Name] hushed him, slowly thrusting into him, Ajax's toes curling and a sniffle leaving him.

"'m so sorry, please don't hurt him, pleasepleaseplease, I won't misbehave again, just, please leave Luc alone, I promise I'll behave-" Ajax cried out at the nails digging into his thighs, shaking his head.

"N- no, [Name], I'm sorry, please, I won't mention him again, I promise! Please-" The ginger continued sobbing, shaking his head as he was pushed onto his chest, babbling incoherent apologies as [Name] started thrusting quickly into him, a growl sounding in Ajax's ear.

"God fucking damn it, Ajax. You just don't fucking learn, do you? Next thing I know, you'll go out seeing him, as well." [Name] growled as he moved a hand down to his clit, rubbing it as Ajax came with a cry, back arched, eyes rolling back.

"No! No, I promise, I won't! I didn't even mean to see Zhongli, I swear!" Tartaglia whined, thrashing around and trying to struggle out of the ropes around his wrist. [Name] laughed mockingly, grabbing his thigh. He raised it up to his shoulder as he continued fucking his puffy, sensitive cunt, tutting.

"Yeah, sure. I bet you didn't mean for him to end up with his hands up your shirt either, Darlin'. But it's okay now, he's gone." The [HC] male whispered as he stroked his cheek with bloody hands. Ajax gave up trying to escape, letting the man over him use him as he wanted while he withered in pain and pleasure.

"Maybe I should take away your legs? It seems to be the only way to stop you from running, my love." [Name] threatened, moaning at the way Ajax's body tensed underneath him and grabbing both his hips.

Ajax tried to imagine himself back home in the cold weather of Snezhnaya, wrapped up in a blanket and the warm arms of the person he loved. Maybe back in Mondstadt, spending time with his friends. Just, anywhere but there.

"Fuck, 'm gonna cum, sweetheart." The words snapped Ajax out of his thoughts, pleading and sobbing for [Name] to pull it out, telling him he could cum anywhere, just not inside. The unstable man chose to ignore him, his thrusts stuttering as Ajax let out a loud sob, feeling the warmth spreading through his body. The emptiness he felt made his body relax from the relief he felt. He heard rustling of metal before his eyes snapped open and a scream left him, kicking his legs- well, leg.

"Shh, Darlin', it's okay. The pain will be over soon and then,"

"You'll be all mine."

#Robin's works . ♡#top male reader #dom reader #male reader #bottom ajax #sub ajax #bottom tartaglia #sub tartaglia #sub character #cw noncon #cw dissociation #cw asphyxiation #bottom genshin impact #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact x dom reader

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milkforbones · 7 months

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I AM BACK ON MY BULLSHIT

with modern! domestic scarachi and agenda to normalize calling Childe "Vixen".

also,

TOP SCARA BOTTOM CHILDE SUPREMACY

I have a headcanon, that Scara is quite possesive over Childe, but he shows it in weird, roundabout way. He's certainly not a case of over controling partner - he doesn't mind Childe having friends and going out with them, he's glad his partner is independent and resourceful. Yet sometimes he wants to take his claim on what is his and is somewhat shy about this UwU

#scarachilde #scarachi #bottom tartaglia #top scaramouche

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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 :)

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chososlittlestuttyboy · 5 months

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♡ ₊˚ 🫧・₊. ✧ ⋆ ⭒˚

⊹ ׁ݂ ꒰꒰ TW : dub -con, yandere puppy!tartagila , (n)sfw, cursing, angel!ftm!reader (dom/sub dynamics) / daddy kink [?] fingering/ small reader / edging / squirting / bottom male reader / dom tartagila/ use of boy- cunt, boy pussy, pussy, cunt ‼️

˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　　˚　　˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　　

You met tartagila totally by accident, it’s not like you regret it right? Well.. you kinda did and kinda didn’t, you loved tartagila but you hated him at the same time.., human emotions are super hard for you, hiding your wings were super hard too..

“Ugh.., tartagila? Are you homee?” You shout out for him, “ya just give me a sec!” He shouted back, moments later he comes running down the stairs, with puppy ears and a tail?.. “uh.. Ajax what are you wearing” you were holding back laughs.

“What do you mean?” You honestly didn’t know how to explain it to him, “u-ummm.. ajax your kinda..um just pat your head!” You say blushing hardly, he pats his head and suddenly realized, “uhm..” ….

His tail starts wagging, A angel and a puppy, what a weird combo..

…

So! That’s how you found yourself face down, and ass up position.. and behind you was Ajax playing with your pussy, but then.. he touched your wings PAUSE ((ok so I didn’t mention earlier but your wings are super sensitive)) ok UNPAUSE “fuwaah!~ ♡” Ajax smiles “hm?~ do you like when daddy rubs you wings?”

“A-aja-nng!~ I-I’m gunna cum!~ ♡” Ajax removes his fingers before you can cum, basically edging you “nng..~?” Tartagila unbuckles his pants, “you only get to cum on my cock (name)” hearing him say your name except saying ‘baby, comrade, angel, or honey’ made shivers go down your spine, before you can even think tartagila thrust into you

“Ah~! ♡ d-daddy~!!” “Mph~.. your taking me so well~ ♡” your wings are twitching, two feathers coming off of them in the process “s-sho good~ ♡” you say wrapping your arms around the puppy’s shoulders

“I-im closee!~ ♡” you whimper “come for me angel~..” a few thrust later you come “fuwahh!~~ ♡ I-im coming!~” you moan loudly “haah…im close too..~” poor you, overstimulated, shaking, “ah~ Fffuck!” Ajax whimpers as he cums, his tail is wagging which means that he’s happy ^^

Ajax Falls on top of you, holding you in his arms, you just now realized how rough his hands are.. “comfortable isn’t it comrade?..” Ajax’s shaky voice says “ mmhm…”

“Sleep well love, you did well..”

#male reader #m4m #genshin impact #genshin x male reader #gay #tartagila #childe #childe tartaglia ajax #bottom male reader #top tartagila #xiaosdickrider #puppy #angel #smut drabble #short comic #genshin childe

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thegnomelord · 1 year

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Devotion in Steel

How They Worship You After The Hunt: Dottore, Childe, Zhongli.

So this is based off This idea I had about a cyberpunk reader in a cult!Sagau genshin, so this is just me testing the waters. I spent wayyy too much time on this one lol but this brainrot is still going strong.

CW: Suggestive themes, cult/yandere characters, reader is GN, mentioned gore for Zhongli part. First time writing Yandere's so tell me how it goes lol.

Dottore: Silent Curiosity

He does not worship you openly; he doesn't sing hymns about your mercy or your cruelty, nor does he press his face into the ground whenever you pass, like certain archons wishing for redemption. His worship is quiet. To the unworthy, the way he touches you — with clinically cold hands, examining every gear, and bolt, and piston with the same calculating gaze reserved for one of his machines — may as well be the highest form of sacrilege. Who is he to act as if you are just another of his toys? Who is he to not even say a single word to you? Who is he to touch and pull on your mechanical components like some urchin child toying with an object they do not realize is precious? But they can't do anything, because You do not see it their way. You do not stop or punish him, you encourage him; it isn't rare to find you two alone, him on his knees with your arm held in his hands, silently watching the moving mechanisms beneath your plating as you explain the intricacies of your mechanical form to him in that synthetic voice of yours that makes his bones tremble. His touch is clinical, precise, but it is by no means cold; His worship is conveyed through his actions. With reverence he cleans the dirt and grime from the seams in your armor, happy to stay on his knees for hours, days even, so long as not a single speck of dirt is left to mar your perfect body. With piety he polishes every gear, with admiration he oils every piston, worshiping even the smallest piece in your body like it is a holy relic. To Dottore, being able to see technology millennia ahead of his own and learn of knowledge yet undiscovered would have been bliss. But to feel it beneath his fingers? To feel it in his bones as that artificial voice of yours reveals the world's secrets? Heaven.

Tartaglia: Eager Veneration

Once, Tartaglia had only known of you from the stories his parents had told him; of a loving creator, a place of safety and solace in this harsh world. Later, when he fell into the Abyss, Skirk told him new stories of you, passed down to her by the denizens of the Abyss — ones his parents wouldn't have dared to utter lest they tempt Celestia to punish them for heresy. So when you descended, full of harsh edges and your body geared for battle, he embraced you as you were. He would have loved you regardless of your appearance, but something about the mechanical version of you made sense to him; Children resemble their parents after all, why should you have appeared like the demure little thing the tapestries depicted you as when Teyvat could be harsh, and cruel, and cold? He remembered his parents teachings, tried to be respectful like the other acolytes, on their knees, with their heads pressed to the ground. He would have done so happily, would have kneeled before you until he was nothing but bones, would have slaughtered countries in your name... yet the abyss gnawed on his bones, needing your attention like a babe needed a parent. So when you showed him favor? When you offered him to touch the divine metal of your cybernetic body? He couldn't stop himself. Anxiety tempered his eagerness, he did not seek more than what you offered him, yet his hands still glided over your skin and metal with the same energy as the little gears beneath your outer shell. Trembling fingers traced old dents and scratches that ripperdocs had neglected to fix, words of absolute devotion leaving his lips as he put his head to your chest, listening to the tik tik tik of mechanical organs beneath your chassis. But your weapons enchanted him the most. It reminded him so much of the Foul Legacy hiding under his skin; the promise of danger and death lurking beneath the surface, ready to be used as soon as a threat appeared — a similarity between you two that no one else could claim. He could spend days simply kissing and lavishing the seams in the armor, feeling where fake skin transitioned into metal which hid your weaponry from the world. Though you never allowed him more than a look, he yearned to touch them, to kiss the sharp blades, to feel his bones bend under your mechanical strength, to feel the monowire burn through his skin... Please, won't you let him? He survived the Abyss, he promises that he's tough, he can handle the pain... just this once, let him worship you, all of you, please?

Zhongli: Desperate Absolution

Zhongli is afraid; to touch, to breathe, to even exist near you. How can he not be, when he is the reason for your missing parts? Your aching joints? When he was the one who harmed you, who tainted your holy body with his hate and prejudice? When he was so prideful as to forsake his creator because they did not fit his own imagination? When the truth was revealed, the real impostor laying dead and your mechanical frame speckled with drops of your golden blood, he understood he was in no place to anything but bow and pray your fury would be swift and merciful, though he did not deserve it. Yet even as he knelt before you, head bowed so low it was flush with the ground and eyes shut tight, not daring to even glance at your metallic feet, a part of him still yearned for a chance at redemption; to earn back the chance to worship you, to earn your forgiveness through devotion. He would do anything for it; Kiss and lick the dirt off your mechanical feet, be at your beck and call till the end of time... If you wished to regain your lost parts — he would scour the far reaches of Teyvat until he found all the metal pieces you had lost, and those that were permanently damaged? He would carve his bones into shape, until they fit... If you told him to forfeit his flesh like you had done — he would claw at his skin until not a single scrap of meat hangs off his bones. He would happily wander the earth as a skeleton, grafting pieces of old Khaenri'ahn technology to himself until he resembled you, just so you could inflict the same wounds he had done to you... Yet you did no such thing. Even as his thoughts gained a voice, escaping his mouth through muffled whimpers, all you did was watch him, your mechanical gaze racking over his shivering form as he tried to stop his hiccupping cries. Truly pathetic. Then your fingers found his chin, gripping him in a bruising as you raised his head to look at you. Your mechanical eyes reflected in the tears running down his cheeks, the metal joints in your fingers nipping at his skin. His eyes met your cold gaze, and he wondered what you will ask of him — His eyes? His tongue? His arms? The impostor would have demanded all that and more... He would give it in a heartbeat. But please, find it in your cold heart to forgive him.

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lonophobic · 1 year

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“at least i finally got you back.”

tartaglia x male reader

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

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

genre: smut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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

a/n: i hate myself

part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“HAHH-AugHhh..”

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

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

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

“how does foul legacy taste, huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what, it wasn’t your first?”

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

“at least i finally got you back.”

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words: 1684 words of smut

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

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

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

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onirique-amaranth · 2 years

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⎮Why run away from the unknown?⎮

⏤ Characters: Tartaglia⎮reader

⏤ Including: nsfw (-17)

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

⏤ 3.700 words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The (Un)Fortunate Test Subject

FTM!Orphan!Ajax x Top!Harbinger!Masc Reader

Request | Kinktober | No AFAB language used

Contains: Con to Non-Con to con, Aphrodisiacs, Manipulation (sorta?), Slight Praise Kink

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Dottore took orphans from Arlecchino to use for his newest experiment, an aphrodisiac experiment to be exact. He finds out that it can possibly kill his subjects if they don't have sex but he of course has no interest in doing that. So, like the heartless man he is, he puts all of them in cells to rot.

You find Ajax's cell while visiting Dottore, you typically ask him about his experiments and he usually shows you his findings.

You observe the poor orphan, he's sobbing while touching himself due to the obsessive need for pleasure.

"Pathetic, isn't it?" Dottore laughs.

"Truly." You chuckle. "Do you have the key for this cell?"

"Why?"

"I sort of feel bad for him." You reply. Ajax turns to you with his eyes wide, feeling hopeful that you'll save him.

"You're not that generous." Dottore smirks, knowing your intentions. "But sure, take him." He unlocks the cell.

Ajax crawls over to you in desperation, clinging onto you and humping your leg. He apologizes in between sobs, unable to stop trying to chase his release.

You laugh at him and pick him up. "Don't fret. I know you can't control it." You bring him to your room.

You place him on the bed and he curls up into a ball, not wanting to be touched but to wanting to be at the same time.

"You know you may die from this, right?" You ask, stripping down.

Ajax whimpers and nods his head.

"So, I'll make sure you don't." You climb on top of the bed, moving Ajax onto his back and pulling his clothes off. "Fuck.." You groan.

Ajax gets uncomfortable from your expression, noticing the way you're observing his body.

"Looks like I struck gold." You grope his chest. "Such a pretty body..."

In his mind, he wants to run away. Feeling sick from your predatory gaze and touches. But on the outside, he needs more. He needs you to touch him more, to fuck him until his body memorizes your shape.

"Beg me to fuck you, tell me you need my cock inside you and I'll help you out." You ghost your fingers around his hole.

He whimpers, not wanting to say his body's desires out loud but he knows he has no choice. "I ne- need your co- cock inside me...please.."

You slowly push yourself into him, eliciting loud moans from the ginger. Finally being penetrated by something other than his fingers makes him come immediately.

"Already coming on my cock, baby?" You smack his little dick. "Feels good finally having my cock in you, huh?" You push your full length into him.

"Ye- yes~!" Ajax moans, still feeling the aphrodisiac in effect. "Fe- feels good~!"

You grab his legs and force them on either side of him, putting him into a mating press and fucking him deeper.

He gasps, toes curling from how deep you are. "Aah~! Mo- more~!"

"I wonder if you're this much of a slut normally." You grin, giving him exactly what he wants.

Anyone who passes by your room is forced to hear the slutty and noisy moans of the man below you. He's too out of it to even consider the fact that someone could hear him right now.

You keep pounding into him until you reach your climax, slowing your movements but making your last few thrusts hard as you release your load into him.

Ajax clenches around you, milking your cock dry while the effects of the aphrodisiac washes away. You put him back into a comfortable position without pulling out.

"Th- thank you.." He looks away.

You take a few moments to regain your breath before resuming your movements.

"Wa-Wait-" Ajax whines, no longer wanting to have sex. "Ple- please stop!"

"Why should I?" You dig your nails into his hips, fucking him more roughly.

"It- it's ov- uh~~! Plea- please~!"

"You feel so fucking good, you know that?" You ignore his pleas. "I can't just let you go, I'm gonna keep you and use your body to satisfy me."

"No please~!" Ajax rolls his eyes back, drooling and twitching as he comes.

"No? Did you not just come at the idea?" You smirk.

"Th- thats not it~!" Ajax whines.

"Yeah? Then what is it?" You lift his hips up and drill him further, fucking away his thoughts.

He can't manage a response at all, only moans and sobs.

"No answer?" You laugh.

He gives up, unable to deny the pleasure you're giving him.

You plan on thanking Dottore later, you weren't expecting to like Ajax this much.

"It's not like you have a real place to come home to anyway, stay with me."

Ajax whimpers, knowing that you're right. You don't seem like a totally bad guy to him. He assumes that if he behaves, you'll treat well. "O- okay~" He nods.

"Good boy." You smirk. "I'll make sure to take care of you."

He blushes, he's never been praised before in his whole life. Feeling happy from your kind words, he lies back and lets you fuck him til your second release.

He doesn't even complain when you go a third round.

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