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heizouz · 10 months

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nsfw sub!childe + gn!reader, cock stepping, reader calls him 'puppy'

just a little something for the birthday boy... ❤️

childe's hands are tied behind his back where he sits on his knees, looking up at you but not knowing where you are. a black silk blindfold covers his eyes, blocking his vision but heightening all of his senses.

sometimes you'll softly smooth your fingers over the freckles on his cheeks and brush gently across his jaw. sometimes you'll lean down and pull him into a rough kiss to which he gasps and groans at once you pull away.

and sometimes, you'll part his lips with your fingers. childe kisses them, as if asking for permission before wrapping his lips around them and taking them. your breath hitches with a small smile and it makes him feel proud once he realises you like him like this.

he moans, dramatically, and you can see the ghost of a grin on his lips as he takes your fingers deeper like a pretty little whore. he can't see you, but he knows you're staring down at him, eyes dark whilst you watch him drool around your fingers and it spurs him on.

childe sits pretty on his knees, unable to use his hands but he makes up for it by dropping his mouth open and letting you fuck his throat with your fingers. he feels so much more dirty like this, restrained and restricted and he loves it.

he can't help the loud moan that escapes his open mouth when your fingers hit the back of his throat, eyes rolling back behind the blindfold. you don't miss the way his thighs rub together at the feeling.

you scoff and grab his jaw, dragging your fingers out of his mouth and pulling him into a messy kiss that he groans into. childe's hips buck into the air at the roughness, whimpering at the fact there's no friction against his leaking cock.

"what do you want, my good birthday boy?" you drag out the dramatism of the 'good', brushing your index finger and thumb across his jaw to tilt his head up.

childe is breathless, panting into the open air and he can feel you all over. "shouldn't it be a surprise?" he asks, cocking his head with a lazy grin and you hum, "maybe you're right."

you step back, no longer near nor touching him and he sits so patiently, waiting for you to do something. his cock is dripping, already pent up from just fucking his mouth with your fingers and only because it's his birthday, you take pity on him.

the moan childe lets out when you press the sole of your shoe against his cock is heavenly. he practically sings, head dropping forward and hips involuntarily bucking against your foot because he's so desperate for it.

it's ridiculous really, watching him get off with just your foot. but his hair is messy, bangs falling over the silk blindfold and he's panting, wanting so desperately to grab at your thigh and hold you there as he grinds against you and he just looks so pretty.

you groan, running your fingers through childe's hair before grabbing a handful and lifting his head up to look at you despite the blindfold.

"that's it, dumb puppy." something about the name has childe's thighs shaking, hips stuttering against your shoe still pressing hard against his cock, and he lets out a guttural whine.

your lips pull into a grin, letting him needily hump your shoe, hair still tight in your hand until you let go to bend over and take his face into your palm. you can tell he's looking at you even from behind the blindfold, anticipating your next move without trying to look eager but his hips never slow. you lean close, close enough for him to feel your lips inches away from his before whispering, "i want you to cum just like this."

childe's lips part in a pretty low moan, head nodding submissively and his eyebrows furrow when you press your foot harshly against his cock. the fact that he can't see you, only hear and feel you makes him so much more sensitive - slightly overwhelmed by pleasure, especially when you drag the toe of your shoe along the length of his cock and press against the tip. he's panting like a dog, fingers clenching behind him in the restraints and head dropping forward again because he's struggling to keep himself together.

it feels so humiliating, grinding against your foot like a bitch in heat but he loves it so fucking much.

childe's thighs clap shut suddenly, eyes screwing closed behind the blindfold and you can tell he's close.

"you gonna make a mess for me, baby?"

"mh-yes…" he gasps out, head falling onto your thigh and you card your fingers into his hair gently. childe's hips stutter before he cries out with a loud moan, your shoe running along the length of his cock from how he thrusts against you.

he finishes with a choked sob, whole body shaking and fingers turning white from how hard his blunt nails carve into his palm and he makes a mess all over your black shoes and dress pants. you coo, still running your fingers softly through the man's hair and you pull your foot away to let him ride it out.

childe's body goes lax after a few seconds, collapsing against your thigh with breathless pants and if you could see his eyes you know they'd probably be shining with pretty glossy tears. your foot is still gently pressed against his sensitive cock and he whimpers at the faint feeling of you still there.

but it doesn't last long, your gentle hand carving into his orange hair as you hum, looking down at the mess he made all over you when you push him back onto his knees with your foot,

"we're not done yet, puppy. i got you another gift."

#i would've made this longer but im tired #anyway happy birthday to this pretty loser boy #childe #tartaglia #dom reader #genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin x reader #sub genshin #genshin #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #sub childe #sub tartaglia #childe smut

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petradragoon · 10 months

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hbd to best boi

#petradragoon #petraii #genshin #childe #tartaglia #happy birthday my beloved #this didnt turn out at all how i imagined but it be like that sometimes #wolf kinda gomen oomfchan but its got the spirit

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nomohmoss · 6 months

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it's me the birthday creature it's my birthday

#genshin impact #fanart #kaeya #diluc #childe #tartaglia #ajax #happy birthday to me!!!

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venusandsaturnsrings · 9 months

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★彡 confetti!

synopsis: it's his birthday! how will you spend the day together? a combination of sweet moments and depraved behaviour, naturally.

contains: 2.4k words of nonsense, fem/afab reader, implied chubby reader, p in v, and mushy romance.

between the plush blankets of your shared bed, lay you and your most beloved boyfriend. sunlight filtered through the windows to gently rest on the features of his face. ginger hair glowing, nose highlighted, and scars visible, you thought he looks most handsome in these vulnerable moments. should the world come collapsing at this exact second you don't think you'd mind with his beautiful face your last sight. his breathing was still slow and drool slipped past the corner of his mouth. you smiled and placed a feather light kiss to his nose before carefully removing yourself from the bed. Ajax is a light sleeper, to put it gently, but you've become well versed in the act of getting up without disturbing him; this came in handy for days like this. you shuffled to the bathroom to wash your face before tiptoeing to the kitchen.

with your best attempt at working in silence, you got to the task of making a birthday breakfast. you had taken the liberty to do some preparations the evening before, shooing Ajax out of the kitchen. with a handful of jams imported from Snezhnaya and recipes borrowed from his mother, you successfully got together a more than satisfactory meal. rye bread, cheeses, raspberry jam, and the star of the show, fresh plushki. the plushki were the most difficult part but the adorable heart shape of the pastries had you swooning already. with the kitchen smelling firmly of cinnamon and fruit, you carefully made your way back to the shared bedroom to rouse your still sleeping boyfriend.

his face was just as beautiful as when you first woke. kneeling on the bed, you peppered kisses all over his cheeks and chest until he groaned and let out a gruff chuckle. eyes finally cracking open, he gave you a lazy smile as he drew you in for a proper morning kiss. your hands brushed some stray orange tufts from his face to softly smooth over his skin with tenderness that could rival that of your own heart.

"good morning, 'Jax. happy birthday," you mumbled out with lips still brushing against his. he smiled wider, if even possible, and kissed you again.

"thanks, doll. if my nose doesn't mistake me, i smell something delicious coming from downstairs." cheeky as always but also starving, you giggled while humming in confirmation. the lighthearted compliment had you swooning once more. if you weren't already head over heels for him, you would be now. something about his vulnerably playful demeanor that only you and his family got to see had your stomach doing flips. you are just as special to him as he to you.

tugging him gently out of bed you lost count of the kisses shared already this morning. his lips never seemed to be able to leave yours for longer than a couple seconds but you certainly didn't mind. part of any good birthday was laying on the affection thick and syrupy. hand in hand, you took him down to the dining area adjacent to the kitchen where all of the treats were already lain out and his arms threaded around your waist with a sigh. Ajax nuzzles his head into your neck appreciatively before sitting down in the chair across from yours, only after pulling out the one for you to sit on, and surveyed the spread. it didn't take long for him to scarf down what you had prepared moaning over the taste of everything in his mouth happily. with your hand on one of your palms you explained the days agenda: enjoying this brunch, meandering the city, having dinner at Liuli Pavilion, and coming home to relax for the evening. he nodded along agreeably to everything, happy to release the reins for a day.

the day went smoothly. while out in the streets, you made sure to pay for all of the little trinkets picked up though you couldn't stop him from beating you to paying for dinner. in part you were upset considering it was his birthday but you also knew paying would leave you out of money for the next month at the very least. over the array of dishes picked out, you slid him a small box; his present. Ajax flushed a little bit, still unused to being so spoiled for once but he gently pulled the ribbon off of the quaint box to remove the lid and see just what you had gotten him. if there's one thing you learned while being together with the harbinger, its that he'd notoriously hard to shop for. every question would be met with some variation of him already having everything he could want or to not worry about a gift since you were enough but you couldn't possibly let his birthday pass without at least one gift. inside the box lay a small locket, one adorned with small jewels of archaic stone on the outside and upon opening it revealed two pictures on each side. on the left, a photo taken on your very first date together. on the right, a picture of the both of you surrounded by his family on the previous Christmas you had gone back to visit them. the locket was small enough that it could fit under his shirt no problem so he could keep a little piece of you and his family with him everywhere he went. Ajax practically leapt across the table to plant kisses all over your face, eyes watering up slightly though he excused it as simply being due to the spiciness of the food. he’s never been a good liar when it comes to you but you pretend to believe him anyways for the sake of his pride.

if you asked Ajax, he'd tell you every birthday was his best. celebrations and praise usually went straight to his head but there was always something more tender about birthdays or international holidays. he'd take anything he could get in terms of affection from you and his family, lord knows he needs it, but he was never greedy. Ajax let you lathe it on at your own pace and relished in the gradual nature of it all. the lead up was always his favourite when it came to violence or work so it only made sense he enjoyed it the same in relationships but you weren't going to oppose the slow moments in an otherwise turbulent life.

as the sun rested on the west horizon, you gently laced your fingers with his to slide off the glove on his own. with practiced movements you played gently with the long appendages. up, down, and around in circles, you knew his hands got no breaks regardless of the task at hand. a gentle peck graced your temple at the comforting actions so you lifted the hand to place a kiss on each knuckle while continuing to smooth over the calloused skin. with languid motions you soon found yourselfs back at the small house you both called 'home' though it felt temporary. Ajax always promised that one day you'd move back to Snezhnaya with him and he'd have a huge mansion built to live out your days in. typically dramatic of him, you'd laugh along aware of the sliver of truth his words held. perhaps not a mansion, that isn't quite your speed, but a real home. somewhere you could both come to and really feel safe. you savoured his silly promises for what they were, promises, regardless of the over-the-top nature. a home with him always sounded nice. he only moved his hand from yours to retrieve the keys from his pocket to open the front door.

once closed and locked, his arms wrapped around your midsection with a hum. you chuckled lightly as you tilted his head towards yours to admire the soft smile adorning his features. 'bright' is how you'd describe him to anyone in this moment. morbid but, should you be confronted with a nearly gone victim of his debt collection and they asked how you could possibly love someone like him, you'd tell them he's bright. with hair like the sun, eyes like the moon, and freckles like the stars, he was your whole universe packed tightly into the body of a young man. his face softens in your presence in a way that it doesn't for anyone else, even his family. you're well aware there's still some tension between him and his parents but he doesn't melt like that even for his younger siblings. he's fondue in your hands and even more so as you tug him back to where the day started; the bedroom. his laugh was almost devilish at the realization of what exactly was about to happen but you only laughed with him. your hands barely left him all day so could this truly come as a surprise? besides, it's his birthday after all. the occasion calls for it!

Ajax was never good at keeping his hands to himself and that always shined brightest when he was desperately tugging your clothes off. fingertips moving underneath your shirt to pull it over your head in one clean movement before quickly falling to unzip your skirt and pull it past your hips. his hands lingered on the plush flesh, giving it generous squeezes and mumbling praise of your softness against your lips. saliva stringed between your mouths as he moved down to suck bruises onto the column of your throat, teeth grazing and biting the way he knew would have you keening. your own hands moved to unbutton his gratuitous amount of jackets and shirts with a slight scoff over just how much he was always wearing; the complications annoyed you but not enough to make you truly upset. you fumbled around with his belt long enough that he undid it himself, pulling it free with a quick flick of his hand and throwing it with a sharp clatter on the floor. 'that hardwood is expensive,' you briefly thought but the way he scooped you up to throw you down in the bed trashed all complaints. the air was knocked out of you but no faster than Ajax was on top of you again and tugging at your undergarments. a pretty blue set with ruffles and lace that complimented the curves of your body and matched the shade of his eyes. leaning down, he smiled while pulling the straps of your bra off with his teeth in true Ajax fashion; always a show-off. his boney fingers played with the hem of your panties as you shoved his pants and boxers down to expose the most vulnerable parts of his body which also happened to be the parts you were most eager to see and touch.

"so impatient today, aren't we?" he whispered teasingly though he was just as desperate as you. you hummed softly in agreement, pulling his head back up to you as to bite on his lower lip and slide your tongue into his mouth. Ajax accepted it with a slight groan but made sure to nip your tongue with sharp canines as you pulled back panting. he has always liked to hear you whine and you were never one to deny him such simple pleasures. once parted he took to fully ridding you of the pesky undergarments and throwing them in the general direction as his belt had been before he grabbed the back of your knees and folded you till they touched your ears. you had originally intended on spoiling him tonight but it seemed he was more inclined to be the one taking rather than receiving and you had no qualms with that. he spit sharply into his hand, letting the saliva coat his cock just enough so that the burn would be easier. Ajax has a pretty dick to put it lightly. pale with a ruddy tip, a slight upwards curve, and tight balls though his pelvis was unshaven. the head was always quick to start leaking and that was one of your favourite things for when you got to suck it all away but your thought were soon put to rest as he eased him self inside with a strained groan and a muttered curse. it was always a slight struggle to get him in at first considering his length but once you got used to it the curvature of his dick had you seeing stars. his forehead rested on yours as you panted in time with one another until the pain subsided and he was free to start thrusting eagerly inside of you. in an almost perfect harmony, the pair of you moaned at the first back and forth of his hips. the hair at his base rubbed against your clit just perfectly and you couldn’t help but dig your nails into his well built biceps.

“‘jax… so fuckin’ good to me…” your words were slurred from the incessant thrusts he delivered to the depths of your cervix but he got the point. his lips travelled across your face, neck, and chest to ensure a stream of bruises would be left visible for days to come. with your legs still pushed back, Ajax managed to weasel his unoccupied hand between you both to rub and pinch rapidly at your slightly neglected clit, reviling in the desperate whimpers you gave out. it wasn’t long till his movements turned sloppy and the hand on your soaked cunt moved more desperate; he was close but never one to finish before you. he tilted his hips to press higher and directly hit just where you wanted over and over until you cried and came undone just for him. the right squeezes of your insides had him spilling not long after, head falling with a groan onto your chest and hips stuttering till they stilled. you were the first to come to, threading fingers through his hair and telling him just how good he always is to you. he grabbed the hand off his head and placed kisses to your knuckles much like you did to his earlier in the day and nuzzled his nose to your palm.

“shower time?” he questioned, voice still low as if he could possibly startle you.

“shower time,” you agreed, “happy birthday, handsome. i love you so much, Ajax.” so he kissed you again. and again. and again and again and again until you feared your lips would go numb but with his love warming you, it would never be possible.

#WAHHHH IT HE BIRTHDAY :((#HAPPY BDAY BABYGIRL I LOVE U #tartaglia x reader #childe x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin smut #fem reader #afab reader #chubby reader

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saeyoungchoismaid · 2 years

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Hope y’all ready for the childe spam tmrw cause it’s mY MF BABY’S BIRTHDAYYYYYYY

#if y’all don’t spam me with tartaglia content I’m deactivating 😐✋ /j #happy birthday childe #happy birthday tartaglia #happy birthday Ajax #Childe’s birthday #Tartaglia’s birthday #Ajax’s birthday #about my blog

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falsehero · 10 months

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#! doodles #genshin impact #tartaglia #i feel like i haven't drawn him in forever -- HELL i haven't posted Anything in forever #gahhhhh #but happy birthday dearest i hope you come back soon i miss you a lot

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 9 months

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Happy Birthday, Dearest Ajax

Synopsis: It’s Childe’s birthday, and he wakes up to the best gift: you.

Foul Legacy x Reader Pronouns: Gender Neutral (no pronouns mentioned) Genre: Fluff Warnings: Mentions of crying

~ * ~ “Oh, Chiiiiilde…” A new day dawns over Liyue Harbor, the dew in the air not quite hot enough to become humidity yet, forming a fine, cool mist over the pavement as the sun hangs like a lantern over the sea. Refracting the sunrise, the water turns from deep indigo to light pink and pastel orange, glittering like the finest gems and lapping calmly at the many boats docked near the shore, waiting for their cargo. Many people are already hard at work, valiantly doing their best to complete the brunt of their daily tasks before the summer heat sets in- in Liyue, there are always lists to be checked, quotas to be met. It is as the gods say: the Harbor never sleeps. And yet, today, you do sleep. Normally, you’d be up and ready far before the sun rose, steps spry and nimble and silent, leaving behind a quiet house and a sleeping Abyssal monster on the other side of your bed. But today you wake up late, yawning and stretching your arms with a smile on your face, the knowledge that you requested this day off several weeks ago nestled comfortably in your mind. With a mischievous grin you gently nudge Foul Legacy, murmuring his name in a sing-song tone and brushing your hands over his hair, playing with the small lock of white amongst the copper as he begins to whine sleepily. It takes a few moments for Childe to fully process that you’re next to him, drowsily leaning into your touch with a low, rumbling purr before his gaze drifts to yours; suddenly he springs awake, cerulean eye wide as he lets out warbling chitters and trills of surprise and delight, speaking to you in an melodic, otherworldly language. You’re here, you’re here! You laugh kindly and open your arms, and he sinks into them, joyfully pressing his cheek against the top of your head, his star-speckled wings fluttering like glittery silk gauze. You press a kiss to his face, his fangs leaving painless, miniscule scratches on your own lips, and pull back with a soft smile. “Good morning… and happy birthday.” Childe blinks, once, twice, then whimpers as his crystalline eye wells up with tears- happy tears, sweet as honey and slightly overwhelmed with love and affection for you, the sensation of your hand gently cradling his masked cheek making his heart bloom with warmth. His claws move to hook in the fabric of your shirt, head resting on your shoulder as he allows himself to cry, sniffs and hiccups coming out as tiny, high pitched chirps. “Aw, sweetheart…” Your fingers thread through his soft hair, carefully scratching behind his horns and under his chin, and Childe melts under your hands, purring and crooning and attempting to curl up in your arms, even though you’re so much smaller than he is. His tears spill onto your hands, starry drops like rain, and you do your best to kiss each and every one of them. Eventually they slow, wiped away by you gingerly dabbing his cheeks with your sleeve, and Foul Legacy warbles and coos thankfully. He settles for burying his head in your lap, nestling himself cozily under the covers of your bed with only the tips of his crimson horns poking out, weighing you down so you can’t change your mind and decide that you actually want to go to work today. Not that you would, of course. Childe’s birthday only comes around once a year, and this is the first time you’ve been with him for it. Sunlight begins to stream through your window, hanging in the air and illuminating specks of dust adrift, and Childe’s claws creep out from under the blanket and quickly bat at the floating particles before he emerges entirely from the covers, pulling you close to lean back against his chest. The two of you idly gaze out the window, watching the clouds drift across the cotton candy sky, forming and swirling together before fading apart into feathery wisps of white. There’s movement to your side, and you glance down to see Childe plucking and fussing with the sheets and quilts atop your bed, carefully arranging them around you and him to form a comfortable makeshift nest before gently bumping his head against your back to get you to lay down. He curls around you, holding you delicately so his black and violet armor doesn’t scrape against your skin, and sweeps one of his sparkling wings over you. It’s like being under a canopy of brilliant stars, and your eyes shine as brightly as the constellations in the night sky. Quickly Childe ducks his head under his own wing to join you, his lilac fur fluffing as the mere sight of you makes him happily croon, nudging his forehead against the palm of your hand until you chuckle and relent. You carefully trace your fingers over the dips and grooves in his mask, eyes narrowing in concentration, and Foul Legacy sighs blissfully and smushes his cheek into your hand, much like a cat to someone it loves. And oh, every facet of Childe just adores you. His eye begins to drift shut, but you poke him lightly, whispering for him to stay awake for one minute more. You lean in, affectionately cupping his face and swiping your thumbs across every ridge and scar littering his features, then placing a soft, sweet kiss on his forehead with all the love and care you could possibly muster. “Happy birthday. I love you.” Happy birthday, dearest Ajax.

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