#sub tartaglia

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Hello! curious question, do you plan on continuing the "wet dream in your lap" series? because I'd love to see something with sub Dottore, although, I'll take anything, so ^_^

Wet Dream In Your Lap pt. 3 - Genshin Impact

Pairings: Dottore, Childe x reader (separately)

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom characters, somnophilia, clothed humping/grinding, choking (Childe), handjobs, characters are called by their real names (Zandik, Ajax)

Genre/Format: Smut; Scenarios

Author's Note: I did plan on continuing this a while ago, I couldn't think of which characters to include next though... Hope you enjoy this, anon!

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Oftentimes you serve as a personal assistant to the second harbinger, handing him whichever tools that he calls out, cleaning up said tools and wiping down the laboratory tables, taking notes during his countless experiments. Whatever he needed, you would be there to lend a hand or two

But you were also his partner and oftentimes you had to remind Dottore that he needed to rest. How is he ever going to take accurate notes from his projects if he's delirious?

Despite your partner's many begrudging protests, the soft snoring that emanated from his position in your lap proved that this sleep was much needed. Pointy teeth peeked through Dottore's lips while his head rested on your shoulder, facing towards you with his arms snaked around your neck. Your own arms were wrapped around the doctor's waist comfortably, holding him close while he slept

Half an hour passed by before Dottore's snoring gradually faded into another sound. You had begun to drift off as well when the noise pulled you back to the waking world. It was hard to tell what exactly this new noise was, but eventually it became clear. It was a whine. Your partner was whining— and beginning to grind against you in your lap

The doctor's hips rolled against yours as a lewd — and rather loud — moan escaped from his lips, leaving you to blush and squirm underneath him, well aware that if this continued on you would get hard and slowly give in to your desires...

“Ah...y/n...y-yes, harder...” Dottore mumbled against your neck, calling out for you in his dreams, no doubt. Does this mean that his dream involved...you? Specifically, did it involve you fucking him? Your answers soon became clear when the doctor's hands unconsciously tangled in the hair near the nape of your neck, thrusting his hips more vigorously than before as he chased some feeling that the 'you' in his dreams caused

It was impossible to ignore the aching, wet feeling in between your legs now. With every sharp thrust against your lap, your dick grew harder and leaked more precum into your underwear. And clearly, your partner had the same issue; tilting your head down a bit, you noticed the growing wet spot on his pants as well. Dottore's own cock had been leaking the whole time, spilling into his underwear as they became stained with his sleepy lust

Carefully, you slid one arm in between your bodies and undid his belt buckle, slipping your hand down the front of his pants and stroking over the wet fabric. The action elicited a gutteral moan from Dottore, who began bucking his hips immediately. His sleepy mind could barely process the new sense of pleasure being administered to his stiff cock, humping your hand like a desperate puppy as you teased him

Letting one of your own needy moans slip out, you maneuvered your hand again and pushed it fully into Dottore's underwear, grabbing his drooling dick and stroking the shaft. “Yes...yes...gods yes...mmm y/n...” Came the doctor's wanton cries as you jerked him off languidly, hissing once your thumb found his slit and teased at the hole. His hips greedily chased your hand, fucking into your tight fist as more whorish sounds were breathed against your neck

“Mmm...good boy, Zandik. Such a cute whore even in your sleep.” You said, clutching the back of his shirt with your other hand. Groaning at how good his dick felt in your hand; slick and veiny and incredibly sensitive underneath your touch

Dottore's hips stuttered before stiffening while his cum painted the front of your shirt, squirting on his shirt a bit too. He always came so much, a little quirk that you found attractive and often used to tease him whenever you milked load after load out of him

After your partner settled down a little you began to squirm again. Even though he came minutes ago, he hasn't stopped humping you yet. Dottore's dick was semi-hard within your hand and making the hottest noises as he continued to fuck up into your cum-coated fist...but you hadn't cum once and it was starting to hurt...your baby's hot breath fanned against your neck with every moan and cry of your name and it was driving you fucking crazy

Surely the doctor wouldn't mind if you let go of his cock long enough to slip yours inside? He would probably love it if you used his sticky cum as lube to finger his hole before you pushed your own thick shaft inside and bounced him on your cock...

It was no secret that the eleventh harbinger, Tartaglia, had boundless stamina. It's one of the reasons why most fatuus would sweat and stammer an excuse whenever the young man asked for a sparring match. That and his terrifying strength, that is...

You were one of the few people that could keep up with that stamina, somewhat... Today just so happened to be one of those days where your match lasted long enough to wear Childe out to the point of exhaustion. Swiftly falling asleep in your lap after you suggested a rest. His eyes fluttering shut as his head laid back onto your shoulder

The comfortable silence that fell over the secluded area that you had fought in was nice after such a fierce fight. Childe's steady breathing nearly lulled you into a lovely nap as well— until a breathy moan came out of him, anyways

Quirking a brow at the unexpected noise, you stared at Childe's face as it scrunched up, opening his mouth to moan again but this time bucking his hips into the air. It was obvious what was happening; your partner was having a wet dream. Calling out your name as his hands unconsciously searched for yours, grasping at them until you helped lace your fingers together. Childe turned his head to the side, now breathing against your neck and arching his back. “Unf...y/n pleeeassee...more, harder...aah– ”

The harbinger's slutty moans caused your dick to twitch, stiffening under him as his hips wiggled and humped the air with more frequency. His hands squeezed yours tighter as he bit back a groan, thrusting upwards one more time and then stilling. A dark wet spot made itself visible in the middle of his pants; he had cum. Your partner just creamed his pants in your lap

You were forced to bite back some sound of your own at the realization, involuntarily thrusting your own hips as you searched for any friction. Childe's lewd scene had you too worked up to ignore it, so you decided to fix the problem that he has created

Trying to go slow and not wake him up, you discarded your partner's pants and boots, leaving him naked from the waist down. You freed your cock from its constraints, growling as the wet head rubbed against your underwear on the way out. The way your member nestled in between Childe's soft cheeks sent a shudder through your body— swallowing dryly, you rubbed against his hole for a minute, teasing both of you before you pushed inside

It was tight... deliciously so. The head of your dick barely fit inside, but you pushed in harder until it popped in. The stretch was what woke the harbinger up, gasping as his eyes snapped open. The burn was immediately noticeable before Childe even figured out what was happening or remembered where he was. “Ah-aah! Ouch...what is– Hey...c-comrade?” He whined, gazing up at you with those beautiful, confused eyes

“Shh, you already came...now it's my turn–” You groaned as your cock pushed farther inside, dragging along your partner's impossibly tight walls. You snaked one hand up and wrapped it around his throat, squeezing tightly and said, “You were...fuck...were grinding on me...felt really good, hah- Mmm take that fucking cock, Ajax—!! ”

He had no choice (not that he would've chosen anything other than this) except taking your fat cock as you thrust up into him, bouncing him in your lap while your heavy panting filled his ears. Childe's hands are laid over yours, digging in harshly as he accepts his situation. Whimpering like a slut while you abuse his hole repeatedly. Not that the harbinger wasn't enjoying this, of course. The dumb smile on his face was proof that he was grateful for this outcome

Tartaglia's naughty dream earned him the kind of fast-paced, desperate fucking that he always begs for. In return, his hole clenched around your dick and he let every last moan and cry fall out of his whore mouth

“Yes, yes, yes...fu-uuuck!! Yesyesyesyesyes—!! ” Childe blurted out, moving his hands down to grab your thighs, using them as leverage to bounce himself and take more of your cock. You responded by choking him even harder, growling right into his ear while your dick pressed on his prostate, which caused your partner's eyes to cross

“Gonna cum, baby? Go on, cum for me. Slut. ” You teased, squeezing the base of Childe's dick before jerking him off. The way his voice goes up an octave and his moans become broken and pathetic signals his incoming release, begging as if his life was on the line while your cock drills his pretty ass

“Pleasepleasepleasepleaseyeahyeahyeahyeaaaaaahhhh—!! Fuuuuck yeeeaaahh—!! ” The harbinger cried, sinking down on your dick as it filled him completely, his own cock spraying another round of cum onto the ground as you milked him fucking dry

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[heizouz]

thinking about sub!childe looking up at you with the biggest, brightest blue eyes, glossing over with pretty tears as you stuff his mouth with your cock. thinking about dumb boy moaning, whimpering around you, trying to take you as far as he can, drooling, all messy on your cock. he loves being there, between your legs, mouth open for you to fuck as soon as he gets to his knees. he's so shameless, so needy and pliant; hands on your thighs, blunt nails digging into the plush skin, staring up at you as he bobs his head desperately.

thinking about sub!childe having his head forced down, your hands gripping his hair tight to keep him in place and you fuck his throat, cock slipping into his mouth easily because he's so obedient for you—he's getting just as much pleasure from this as you are. he just takes it, even when the tip hits the back of his throat and his pretty eyes fill up with tears and he chokes and whines around you. not once does he try to pull off, even when he drools around you like a dumb dog.

sub!childe who moans when you finally finish down his throat, holding him down to "take all of it" and he does. sub!childe who falls apart at your feet, cock throbbing between his legs, back arched prettily, eyes fluttering shut as he swallows around you, taking all that you give him like a good boy.

and sub!childe who gasps and whines when you finally pull him off your cock, panting and swallowing to catch his breath. his hair still tight in your hand as you tilt his head to see his pretty face; tears streaking down his cheeks, eyes glittering and wide, lips parted and panting, curving into a pretty, dumb, fucked out grin when you lean forward and grab his jaw. tilting his head back almost entirely, forcing his back to arch even more, his chest pressing against your knees when you drag him into a messy kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue.

sub!childe who whimpers and pants into your mouth, pushing his hips forward to find friction against his leaking cock. pretty boy who blinks up at you, eyes hazy and lidded, bruised red lips parting to gasp when he feels you slap your cock against his cheek, prompting him to open wide so you can fuck his face stupid again.

#repost L #i need him so fucking bad bro #genshin impact #dom reader #genshin #genshin smut #genshin x reader #sub genshin #sub childe #childe #childe smut #childe x reader #sub tartaglia #tartaglia smut #tartaglia x reader #tartalgia

[tuhtofu]

photograph

cw: dom reader, sub childe, masturbation, face slapping, nipple play, degradation, masochism, dacryphilia, coming in pants, coming untouched, gn reader, childe is a pervert

wc: 1.2k

Summary: Your virgin, touch starved comrade finally gets some action.

The rivalry between you and Childe has somewhat turned into companionship. Everywhere you go, you’ll find him lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to cause a little trouble.

It’s not like you mind. In fact, it brings a tinge of thrill to your travels. You always end up sparring, pushing each other to the limit as you explore Childe’s tactics and weak spots. Once in a while, you like to explore one another’s weak spots a bit further.

At first, Childe thought you hated him. It didn’t do much to hinder his advances, because your passion for fighting was delightful. Holding back was never an option for you, and he loved it… A lot.

Enough to find himself in front of the mirror after every fight of yours, admiring the cuts and bruises formed by your hands. That was more than enough for him to fall to his knees, pressing on those spots and hissing in pain, thinking about the way you looked when you placed them on him until small beads of precum would make their appearance on his underwear.

He’s lost count of the amount of times he’s found himself in front of his laptop, biting his shirt and drooling on it while fisting his aching cock to whatever porn video he could find where the actor’s looks resembled yours even slightly.

Sometimes, he’d fall into a rabbit hole of S&M videos, unable to stop touching himself until he was hyperventilating from overstimulation, his whole room reeking of his smell, body covered in sticky cum and sweat. He wanted you to use him so badly.

Childe would become increasingly more obvious with his attraction towards you, towards your strength and the pain you inflicted on him. Grunts became louder, his legs would become shaky, and he’d even slip in quiet whimpers when you taunted him. 

His swings would become clumsy for only a moment while his eyes zeroed in on your body, cheeks ruddy as he observed the way your muscles flexed and the teasing look in your eye, so determined to take him down. Fuck, when will you just force him to his knees and have your way with him?!

That instant of gawking was more than enough for you to trip him to the ground, the feeling of your sharp blade pricking the underside of his jaw just enough to draw a drop of blood, snapping him out of his trance.

“You’re pretty sloppy today, Childe. I’m disappointed.”

“You can’t expect me to always be in top condition. I have yet to recover from how rough you went on me last time,” he chuckled, chest heaving as he panted loudly.

“Right. I’ll believe that when you start wearing a pair of pants that’ll actually cover your erection.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, it’s not because of you.”

You inched closer, before stomping on his wrist with your foot, and Childe cried out at the sheer force of it.

“Don’t lie. The last thing a masochistic slut like you should pretend to have is pride,” you scoffed.

Oh, he knows. He just wants to savor the sight of you, looking down at him from above like this and mocking him.

“H-help me then. Hurt me, please–” Childe replied shakily in an attempt to entice you.

You’d be lying if you said that taking the chance to play with your sparring buddy like this was something you hadn’t imagined before.

That sitting on his stomach, ripping his shirt apart and toying with his body wasn’t in your list of fantasies. He was already arching up into you, trying to feel more of your weight on top of him.

Your hands cupped his cheek, almost surprising him with your gentle touch, before it left him abruptly, returning as a harsh smack to his face. A grin formed on your face, and you didn’t stop, alternating between his cheeks until they turned red, marked with your handprints. 

He could probably escape if he tried, but why would he? You were touching him, and after all the nights he spent thinking about you, desperate to feel you in any sort of way, what you do to him doesn’t matter.

The only sounds Childe was able to let out were wails of pleasure, as his body squirmed and arched further into you. He finally spoke after you slowed down, allowing him to catch his breath. His eyes were teary, looking up into your own with nothing but lust.

“S-shit! That’s so good!”

You smiled mischievously, letting your fingertips dance across his neck and grazing it with your nails. That gentle touch of yours, paired with the stinging on his face, was like heaven to Childe. His cock was already throbbing within its confines, just as needy as him… just as pathetic as him.

“I can feel you poking me from behind. I hope you don’t think I’d ever touch that disgusting thing.”

A retort was sitting right at the tip of his tongue, trying so hard to save a fragment of his dignity, but there was no way he could oppose you. Especially not when he felt his tip drool because of those very insults.

Naturally, your next stop would be his chest, cupping and fondling it the way one would a woman. He could’ve sworn that you had at some point even teased him about it, referring to them as tits. Or maybe he had just imagined it when he was–

“Fuck! Why!” he yelped, yet his hips betrayed his words, bucking into thin air at the feeling of your fingers pinching his nipples, before gently circling his areolas.

You ignored him, continuing your attacks on his chest by flicking and pulling on each nipple while your other hand moved to his neck, ripping a shaky sigh out of Childe as you squeezed it.

“What’s the point of all our training, if you’re gonna turn into a drooling, good for nothing mess the moment someone touches you like this? What if a group of samurai attacked you? Would you squirm like a little girl and let them use you too?”

Your ridiculing wouldn’t cease, but Childe could only moan in bliss, the image you inserted into his head making his eyes roll back. The grip around his neck was tight enough to leave bruises, and he was sweating profusely, hands trying, albeit in vain, to claw themselves into the floor for any sort of support.

“M-more! Please, it’s too much!”

He couldn’t think anymore. There was no point. His cheeks were already stained with tears, his hips jumping uncontrollably as he cried out in pleasure, ropey streaks of cum spilling into his pants.

Even after you let go of him, his body wouldn’t stop twitching. He was in a haze, only snapping out of it when he felt your nails digging into his cheeks as you grabbed his jaw forcefully.

“We didn’t agree on letting you cum, did we? Yet you came in your pants like a teenage boy,” you spat.

“It wasn’t on purpose, I swear!”

“Looks like you’ll have to make it up to me, then.”

…

Why was this motherfucker grinning?!

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[brenbofen]

AMAB Dragon Reader with Childe and Zhongli Brainrot

Broadcaster Message - Monster Fucker but I want to be tbe monster.

Notes 🗒️ - Sub Childe, Dom ? Zhongli, Dom AMAB Reader, Dragon Reader and Zhongli, Reader and Zhongli have two dicks, Double Penetration, Threesome, Multiple Orgasms, Cumflation, Praise, Tongue Fucking, Nipple Play, Biting and Scratching, All Childe Receiving, He’s goin through it.

Thinking about Childe between you and Zhongli. Zhongli has Childe’s head in his lap, gently brushing hair out of his face and praising him softly as you pound into him. Zhongli telling Childe how he’s doing such a good job at taking you, Childe so fucked out he can’t even process Zhongli’s words. Both of your dicks stuffed into his tight hole, globs of your cum spilling out with every thrust, your sharp nails digging into his sides to keep him in place as Childe grips onto your horns for some kind of stability.

Imagining how this would even happen, Childe not even knowing you were a dragon, laughing when you suggested having a threesome with Zhongli. He was fully prepared to tease the hell out of you both, but all these thoughts were fully thrown out the window when the time came. Childe’s face burning at the sight of your fat dicks, Zhongli coming up behind him and holding his hips while asking if he was ready.

Next thing he knows your shoving your length into him, just one of your dicks is so big and he can barely handle it, all while Zhongli his kissing him and playing with his sensitive nipples. He’s letting out whimpers and crying as you thrust into him, pressing your fingers in along with your dick, mumbling about how you have to get him ready to take both.

Childe can barely handle one, he can’t be believe you think he could take your other one, your so big and thrusting so harshly into him he feels like he’s going to be ripped into two. While this is happening Zhongli his holding Childe’s hands, saying he knows he could take you, how he’s doing an amazing job, he’s such a pretty thing.

Once you do get your second dick in Childe is screaming, it hurts so much but god it feels so good. Seeing a fat lump in his stomach, watching as it gets bigger and smaller with each of your thrusts, your so deep in him it’s driving Childe mad. His body is littered with hickeys from Zhongli and scratch marks from you, both of your tails wrapped around some part of his body.

Once you’ve had your fill Childe thinks your both done, groaning when you pull out and his stomach practically deflates as your cum spills out of his hole. He doesn’t even process you and Zhongli switching places until you drag your hand through his hair, asking if he’s ready to go again.

Childe staring at Zhongli nestled between his legs, gazing up at him with such a soft look he can’t help but lean back into your lap, nodding slowly, the loudest moan escaping his lips as he feels Zhongli’s tongue press into his hole, legs wrapping around Zhongli’s head as tears fell down his cheeks.

Ohh, he was gonna be here for a long time..

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[rosedom]

"you have invited CHILDE to a rematch . . . keep your dog on a leash

✦ㅤㅤ 【 CW 】 dom!male!reader, sub!bottom!ftm!childe, puppy play, collar/leash/dog ears/tail plug, anal play, vaginal sex, riding to g-whiz pipeline, praise + dirty talk, creaming, creampie, alluded aftercare .

A/N : it's about time i continued this（；´д｀）ゞ

"is that correct, [PLAYER]? press KEEP READING to confirm."

"I thought you were bluffing."

You smile. "What makes you think that, puppy?"

Ajax swallows harshly; the movement of his Adam's apple is enthralling, a nervous up n' down that you follow with your eyes. It's not obstructed quite yet, but the leather in your hands begs to encircle his throat; so, too, does the strip of it that hangs and brushes against your feet.

"I just—" A pitiful whine bleeds into his words as he shakes his head, tilting it obediently back to allow you to clip the collar in place. You gently cup his neck in your hands, satiating that itch of yours.

You tease with a small, "You just?" even as he shifts from leg to leg, the tail-plug you've donned him with a heavy weight in his ass. The tail—a bright orange, the faux fur of it striking against his pale n' scarred skin—only accentuates the pretty headband on the crown of his head, one ear pointed up and one left floppy like a lil' puppydog.

He whines. "Stop teasing." 

"'m not," you defend, albeit weakly for you know you've been caught, red-handed and hands-full of Ajax, releasing him to instead tilt his head up by his jaw and to fiddle with the clasp at the end of the leather strip. It's equal in color to the collar he already wears, and it clicks into place easily; you allow yourself to whistle at it. "Pretty puppy, all leashed up for me."

Of course, any retort or complaint from him falls short when you've got him fixed in your lap; Ajax's body trembles, foot to head, as he softly moans into your own throat. You can feel the cool metal of his dog tag brushing against your skin—just like the way the fur of his tail, still snug inside his ass and pressing against your cock where you're balls-deep in his cunt, tickles at your legs.

Deep and husky, small groans tumble from your throat with each rhythmic clench of his cunt, teased wide from your fingers, earlier, and now stretched to its limit with you buried inside. "Relax, puppy," you have to say, have to stroke his tense thighs with the broad palms of your hands to soothe him.

"I—mm—I can't, you're—" he hiccups, soft and low but keening. "You're too big."

You quietly laugh, but the movement of your torso jostles Ajax slightly and makes his grip across your shoulders tighten. "Sorry, sweet thing," you murmur, letting him relax into you with a bated sigh.

In apology, you run your fingers—feather-light—across the tops of his thighs, jumping from freckle to freckle, and kiss him on the top of his head, right between his pretty puppydog ears. The droopy one brushes your cheek in semblance of a kiss.

It's endearing—cute, even; or rather adorable, like a real puppy, the ones you see across every city—, the way he nuzzles into your throat. You think he'd purr if he could.

(Puppy, kitten: same fucking difference.)

"Pup," you murmur (because this is puppy-play, tonight), thrusting your hips up once, twice. He cries out at the pleasure, at the friction of your pelvis bumping against his sensitive cock.

But then you still, and you gently tug his head out of your throat by the soft n' worn leather leash. "Eyes on me, puppy," you murmur. "Let me see those pretty blues."

His eyes are half-lidded where they meet yours; they're dark and heady, the pupils blown wide. He whines, and his lashes flutter; but they do not close.

"Good boy." A deeper red erupts on his already-ruddy cheeks, spilling down to his neck and his upper chest. The collar is a tantalizing divide.

"Please, please," he whimpers—all fucking puppy-like and cute, and, oh, how you want to ruin him: ruin him, until his ears fall askew and all he can do is helplessly whine into you.

You hold him by his love-handles, the soft, strong fat a perfect fit in your palms, as you begin to gently move him in your lap. His hips roll—back and forth, gentling along like waves lapping against a shore—helped along by your hands; the whole while, you've got the leash held snug in your one hand, pressing against his side.

There is slack, in that leather. After all, the leash—the collar, too, and the tail and the ears—are all a ruse; they all serve a purpose, simply, in allowing Ajax to not only love but to be loved in turn.

He is, in all senses of the word, a puppydog: he's loyal to a fault, putting others—the Tsaritsa, his family, you—above himself. But in this, he is greedy—like you've got a treat dangling in front of his nose, just out of reach but so, so easily able to beg for. And, dog person or not, you're certainly an Ajax person.

After a while of the soft back n' forth, your thighs and cock slicking up more in his and your arousal's both—a mix of your pre—, you decide to up the ante, just a little.

"Hold on, puppy," you murmur, rather sudden. He has all of a second to hold on—hands scrabbling for the hair at the nape of your neck, tugging, grasping on like he's got thick, thumb-less paws—before you're pressing him back and down, belly-up on the mattress.

"Ah!" He yelps out loud, the switch of positions making the plug press further into him. Your cock slips out, but only for a moment; you easily right that wrong, sliding in all smooth and tender. You've got your knees pressed to either side of him, under him, his thighs open across yours and his hips tilted up.

"Ready?" you ask.

Ajax whimpers, and he nods.

"Good." With a parting kiss to his nose, you take tight hold of the leash—the handle of it fitting perfect in your fist—and lean back on your heels. He mewls when your cock drags out, and cries when you pull him back by a hand on his hip.

You're able to move him how you want him—all with one hand. It makes him dizzy, whimpering small, punched out noises with each thrust. "Oh, please!"

What's even better, is the saccharine way he can feel the plug rubbing against your cock, even through his flesh; he arches into you, testing the gentle give in the leash. You follow him, but the pull is a heavy weight; you do not choke him, but it keeps him right where you want him: looking down at where your cock meets his.

"Look at yourself, puppy," you groan out, bringing the leash down to your wrist as you press down into his lower stomach. Your other hand keeps him steady by his hip the whole while, forcing him to meet each thrust of your hips. "Your pretty cunt takes me so well."

He stares, transfixed, at the lewd picture, at the way his cunt is spread wide on you and accepting each bump, each bud against his g-spot.

You grin, devilish. "Look at this thick cock, too," you murmur, dragging your hand down—right through the thick curls at the apex of his thighs, trailing to his navel in a way you so desperately want to lick—to stroke him off. "I can feel it throbbing against me, hm?"

Ajax whines, at that. "I'm so hard for you—"

"All for me?" You gently rub at his cockhead, providing sweet friction against his most sensitive spot. His back arches, more whines spilling from his parted lips, and—and just like you wanted, his ears come askew. "Oh, 'Jax," you coo. "Your ears came off."

You start like you're going to right them, but to do so would mean to dislodge your thumb from his cock; he whines, shakes his head, small pleas and, "No, leave it, 'm so close," circling your ears.

You give him mercy, today. "Puppy's gonna make a mess for me?" you ask, light but groaning, soft moans of your own slipping past your restraint. He's clenching so perfectly around you, throbbing and wet, and his cock jerks against you in a way that sends your mind spinning.

"G'nna cum! Please, please," he starts to beg. "Please, can I cum? I've been—" he hiccups, "—so good for you, haven't I? Haven't I?" It's a testament to how far he's gone that he babbles so endlessly, each plea sending you closer and closer to your own edge.

"You've been perfect for me, puppy," you coo. "Such a good boy for me. G-go on then, cum all over my cock—I'll fill you up, just the way you like it. Gonna fill you up nice n' deep, make sure it all stays in you right where it belongs."

Rather suddenly, Ajax's thighs begin to jump anew, his cock pulsing heavy beneath your fingers—and just like that, he's gone. Pretty n' sticky white, thick and opaque, dribbles past your cock, the base surrounded in the starts of Ajax's release.

"Good boy, good puppy," you murmur, keeping your thrusts even and your thumb gentle against his cockhead. He cries and mewls and whines, ears completely gone now as he thrashes; all the while, the clench of his cunt sends you over your own edge, filling him just like you said you would. "My perfect boy."

You stay pressed deep into him as you move away your fingers from his cock, letting the leash fall from your other hand's tight grip. Little red imprints—hardly harsh, and surely soon to fade away—stay stuck in the freckled skin you leave behind.

"You did so good for me, sweetheart."

He laughs, breathless, whimpering slightly when he jostles your soft cock from its comfortable rest. With a sigh, you pull yourself from his warm, wet cunt, and you watch, enraptured, at the sticky white that clings to your cock, at your cum dripping from his messy hole.

Sweetly, you ask, "Still think I'm bluffing?" even while you tug at the plug in his ass, gentling it out and soothing his whine with a rub against his other hole. (You definitely don't do it to rub the mixture of your cums into his ass, too. Nope!)

He grumbles, once he relaxes into your touch, into the warm cloth you bring up to clean away the mess. "No," he says. "I'm sorry for doubting you."

But then, he grins. "But if doubting you gets this treatment, maybe I should do it more often."

Sly bastard.

oh my god;; i hope i did him justice. he's my good puppy o(*￣▽￣*)ブ also, unrelated: i'm gonna be updating my masterlist tmrrw c; expect more annoying spam on your timelines, i apologize . . .

19 FEB. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .

#i listened to “kiss from a rose” by seal while proofing this . . . #this song is so ajax-coded >< #sub childe #childe x reader #sub tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #puppy sub #sub genshin #genshin smut #trans smut #genshin x reader #top reader #amab reader #male reader

[yaekiss]

crawling like a zombie out of a grave with heavy brainROT thinking of that vampire bat thing… i KNOW that freak of a man childe would absolutely be into that, even biting his lips to add on more blood and get you hooked on and used to his instead of some lousy human… but also thing of cuties like kaveh who shiver at the taste, and you’re sure he’d be blushing if he could, whimpers flowing out from his lips so easily. a high class diluc having a glass pressed against his lips held from you, filled with exquisite blood that fills his mouth before you kiss him filthily, knowing full well how he loves how perverted it makes him feel, how his hands shake and grip tightens on you with every swirl of your tongue against his.

𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔

꩜ Room Content: Dom! GN! Reader x Sub! Tartaglia, Sub! Kaveh, Sub! Diluc (separate), no gendered terms for reader, vampire! AU, blood and biting, mentions of violence in Tartaglia's part, lightly implied top!reader in Kaveh's part, footjob and cumming in pants in Diluc's part, lmk if I missed anything! ꩜ A/N: I didn't mean for this to get so long... pulpie what did u do to me...... 2.2k of vampire brainrot orz,,, anyways hope you enjoy the difference in dynamics !! PLEASE FILL IN THE FORM HERE AFTER READING THANK YOU!!!!

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟎𝟕𝟐𝟎: 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒂 ꒷꒦ Vampire!Reader x Human!Tartaglia ꒦꒷

Someone as battle-hungry as Childe never backs down from a challenge, even if it means trying to tame a literal creature of the night. (Although, reading through countless dusty tomes regarding vampire courtship isn’t really part of the taming process.)

A plus side to having a bloodthirsty harbinger as your partner is that you haven’t known hunger ever since he started trying to woo you! Dragging to you the, still warm, bodies of enemies he had to dispose of with a cheery grin, he watches, enraptured, as you partake in the meal he so graciously gifts you.

His eyes are trained on your form as you lap up the blood from the existing wounds he inflicted on the body during the fight, coating your lips in a sickening glisten. Childe squirms in his place, feeling a heat rising within. Tearing his gaze away from you, he looks down.

Fuck. He’s hard.

Shakily, he palms himself through his pants, looking for some relief. He tries to muffle his moans but he’s never really known to be quiet. His mind fills itself with images of you, appetite voracious as you drink from the body, bloodied fangs piercing through skin, and before it even registers, he’s whining for you.

Your shoes come into view and as he looks back up, he knows he’s been caught.

“Help me, please?” At that moment, Childe sounds too delectable, and coupled with the pleading way he’s looking at you, it seems that you crave something other than blood tonight too.

Your hands move to grab at his jawline, the sudden chill of your fingers against his skin makes his breath hitch and the way your sharpened nails graze him makes him all the more harder. Childe keens when your lips smash onto his, parting his mouth as you deepen the kiss, making him taste the lingering metallic tang of blood. 

His brain is a traitorous thing when it inserts himself into the place of the body. The visage of your arms cradling him as your fangs trace over the exposed skin of his neck, teasing before they sink in, when he could be all you think of, the visage burns behind his eyelids. Pulling away to allow Childe to catch his breath, his mind betrays him a third time when he doesn’t think and bites down hard on his own bottom lip before he captures yours again.

Instantly, his taste fills your mouth. It’s not often you manage to savour the blood of someone touched by the abyss. The flavour is intoxicating and you find yourself wanting more. As if by instinct, your hand supports the back of his head and he moans into your mouth as you kiss harder. 

Childe doesn’t know if he’s spurred on by the fact that you’re so taken by the taste of him other than that other lousy human or if it’s the hunger shining in your eyes. There’s a part of him that sings when the thought registers. The thought that he, his blood, has such an effect on you, amplifying your bloodlust a hundredfold, that he is addictive to you. That you want him.

Moving forward, he doesn’t bring you any more bodies. Instead, he just brings himself, and hopefully, he’d get a little lucky too.

Childe never backed down from a challenge, even if it meant being tamed by a literal creature of the night ♡

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟎𝟕𝟎𝟗: 𝑲𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒉 ꒷꒦ Vampire!Reader x Vampire!Kaveh ꒦꒷

A vampire Kaveh would be… a little pitiful. The thought of harming someone else goes against everything he stands for, let alone drinking someone else’s blood (even if the blood was obtained through honest, human-vampire-law-abiding, means.)

He resorts to drinking animal blood instead. It’s not the most satiating or nourishing but it’ll have to do. At least he doesn’t have to imagine a human face with a family tied to the bloody beverage he’s gulping down. However, it leaves him weak and prone to feeling faint at the most inopportune of times.

Times such as now, when Kaveh can’t find his keys again and he’s locked out of Alhaitham’s house and he desperately needs to drink but his blood stash is in the house and he can’t find Alhaitham anywhere. It’s not hard to see that your poor fellow vampire is spiralling when you open the door to your home that he’s been frantically pounding on.

You lead him inside, carefully setting him down on the couch since he was dangerously swaying back and forth while he walked. Kaveh and you go way back, so it’s not surprising that he seeks you out when he’s in need. You’re just so understanding, nothing like Alhaitham, and you’ve always looked out for him unceasingly all this time. His eyes catch how your hand is still supporting his arm from earlier and if his heart could beat, it would be fluttering right now.

“How long has it been since your last meal?” Shit, you’re grilling him and he’ll be dead twice over if you find out he hasn’t exactly been taking care of himself. He deflates pathetically in his seat before he mutters out his answer.

“A week and a half… maybe two…” His answer trails off and he can’t bring himself to meet your eyes. He quickly tacks on an explanation for good measure when the silence drags on for too long and he can feel himself being simmered alive (undead?) in your gaze.

“M-my commissions haven’t been coming in and- and money is a little tight-” he sighs, “-before I even realised it, the amount of blood I have left was already running low…”

Your hand leaves his arm and the action has his head snapping back to look at you. He feels you rise from your seat next to him on the sofa and alarms blare in his mind. Did he say something wrong? He knows he should look after himself more, fuck, you don’t hate him now, right? He’s brought out of his thoughts when you push a cup into his twiddling hands.

“Drink up.” Kaveh looks up at you, expecting to see a disapproving frown. However, when all he can see is worry and concern on your face, he’s a little caught off guard.

“But isn’t it… human blood?” He’s sheepish when he asks this, brows knitted together.

“I’m sorry, but it’s all I have currently and you look like you’d faint if you don’t get something in your system right now.”

Even so, he doesn't budge, just holding the cup in his hands. Usually, the scent alone is enough to send hungry vampires into a frenzy. Judging by how hard he’s clenching it and how he’s definitely starving by now, you can tell he’s holding himself back. You don’t want to risk anything bad happening to Kaveh if you go out to buy a bag of animal blood right now so you press on.

“Is there any way I can convince you to drink it?”

Maybe it’s the spiralling state of mind he has, or the loopiness from the hunger, or that determined gleam you have in your eyes, but something weakens inside of him as he blurts out.

“Can you feed it to me? I don’ wanna think ‘bout who the blood came fr’m.”

His vision spins as you gently take the cup out of his hands. Why is the room spinning? Why are you getting closer?? 

Your lips meet his and suddenly his slurred words click in his mind. Eyes widening, he looks at you but he makes no move to push you away. He just leans into your touch when your hands cup his cheeks and as you part his lips, the taste of the blood hits him.

It’s been ages since he’s savoured this flavour, and with you kissing him too? He can’t stop a shiver from rocking through his body when your tongue enters his mouth, pressing his thighs together as he lets out a loud whimper. Your hand cards through his hair, messing up the blonde locks but he can’t find it in himself to complain, not when he’s practically melting in your arms. Now, it’s become less of trying to feed Kaveh before he dies, and more of making out with the closest companion you’ve loved all this time.

Filthy whines escape him as the initial exquisite flavour of blood mellows out, giving way to the taste of you. Did his fang accidentally pierce your tongue? He doesn’t have the power to think about it when all he can comprehend is you, the taste of your blood, the touch of your skin, your tongue down his throat. You override his every thought and he’s left craving. 

The intimate moment lasts for a bit more before you break apart. (To Kaveh, it felt like something between a split-second and his ever-eternal lifespan.) 

He’s still a little shaky, it’s obvious that that little mouthful of blood isn’t enough nourishment for him.

“Will you drink if you can only think of me while you do?”

Kaveh leaves your home glowing the next day. (He’s limping too but let’s not talk about that.)

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟎𝟒𝟑𝟎: 𝑫𝒊𝒍𝒖𝒄 𝑹. ꒷꒦ Human!Reader x Vampire!Diluc ꒦꒷

It’s awfully gratifying to have the Diluc Ragnvindr, a noble of high vampire society, knelt at your feet, his hands held behind his back. You don't even need to bind his hands. Frankly, it wouldn't really do anything because of his supernatural strength. But, oh. There's something so delicious about him willing to keep his hands behind him just because you asked. The way you have him utterly wrapped around your finger... tantalising. 

You hold the wineglass of your blood above him and he instinctively shuffles in closer, a low whine leaving him before he even realises. As you tilt the cup towards him, his plush lips close on the rim, fervently lapping up what he can. He's terribly messy though. Tsk, and to think he's supposed to be high class.

The frenzied way he's drinking up your oblation, watching the crimson trickle past his lips, staining his pale skin such a dazzling red as it drips further down to his bobbing throat, he really is mesmerising. And what’s this? 

Your dear Diluc is rutting against your shoe, trying to get off while you’re so graciously feeding him. Greedy.

He’s panting in between gulps, his eyes unfocused as the lust building in him drives him mad. There’s a conscious part of his brain saying that he shouldn’t be trying to cum right now, you’re being so nice to him, but fuck, it feels sosososo good!

You think he’ll forgive you when you cruelly pull the cup away from him.

Immediately, a pitched whine rips from his throat, and he chases after your blood, eyes begging for you to return his sweet salvation. But Diluc thinks otherwise about opening his mouth to try to reason with you when he feels your foot against his crotch.

“I’ll let you drink again after you cum, hmm? It’s not good to be distracted while you eat.” 

His brain kicks into overdrive when the tip of your shoes presses down onto his dick, the pain bleeding into sinful pleasure. Diluc lets out a sharp hiss as you move your foot, teasing his length that’s straining behind his pants. He’s grinding his hard cock against the bottom of your shoe, the darkened patch of fabric growing and lewd moans slipping from his lips as he does so.

You can tell when he’s about to cum, his eyes are screwed shut and his moans become louder and more clipped, focusing more on the tempting heat rather than getting proper words out. Quickly, you take a mouthful of blood before you lean in and pull him in by the collar of his shirt.

The kiss is nothing shy of filthy, smearing blood on your lips and cheeks as he drinks desperately. He’s addicted to the heat of your mouth, your blood, on his skin, and the ravenous way you’re kissing him makes him feel like he’s the one being devoured instead. His neck is straining from being tilted upwards but there’s no other way he’d have you, as if it was only natural to have a powerful being like him on his knees at your side.

A hard press against the tip of his cock is what sends him off the edge. Cumming with a shout, he leans into your kiss, the hands he held behind his back all this time shooting forward to grasp at your thighs. Diluc shakes as he rides out his orgasm, groaning every time he ruts against your shoe.

Pulling away from him, his tongue lolls out of his mouth with a dazed expression on his face, as if he’s been fucked dumb. You drink in his appearance. He’s dishevelled, his usual tidy ponytail all tangled and messy, a wet patch at the front of his pants where he came in his pants. Diluc suppresses a shiver when he notices the swirling hunger in the gaze you regard him with, the roles of vampire and human so easily reversed and perverted by you.

Your lips shine with a saccharine sheen under the dim lighting as they part to ask him.

“And what do you say, Diluc?”

“Thank you.”

 It's safe to say that, unlike Diluc, your hunger isn't getting abated anytime soon.

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[thegnomelord]

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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[mmorw]

Trying to hit on Tartaglia, but he just looks down at you in disgust and then you have to show him how good you will be pleasing him; destroying his cunt furiously behind some store in Liyue, hoping someone will catch him being roughly fucked by a man who he doesn't even know, trying to ruin his reputation. ♡

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[nxiispire]

✰ [nxiispire] .. ! Pain

[ Featuring ] -> sub!childe, and gn!reader

cw : mas0ch1st!childe, d0m!reader, sub!childe, slapping, n1pple play, hàndj0b, c0ck slapping

word count: 1.5k

summery: after you accidentally kick Childe while sparring, things gets a little spicy

The sparring sessions between you and Childe were not uncommon, as his desire to fight and your need for some sort of emotional release proved to make you two surprisingly good sparring partners, not to mention you and Childe were relatively evenly matched when it came to physical fighting. 

But something about today's match was different. Today you were especially angry, an ugly mix of some unresolved personal affairs and Childe’s witty mouth was beginning to chip away at your self-control. Not that either of you held back during your matches, but you and Childe had an unspoken rule to never actually seriously hurt each other. But as the match drew out, you were finding it increasingly more difficult to not just kick Childe full force into his stupid little face. And that's what you did. It took you a second to register that you had just round-house kicked Childe right in the face he adored so much, but when you did you went to make sure Childe was alright.

“Shit sorry man, I didn't think it would actually hit you” you apologise to the pouting Childe who is now crouched on the ground, rubbing his cheek. He quickly dropped the sulking kid act and bounced right up, ignoring the pain in his right cheek that would definitely lead to a bruise.

“Ehe it’s fine really, don’t worry, though I must say that was an impressive kick” he said, sounding too excited for someone who was just kicked in the face. 

You both quickly got back to the match, neither of you wanting to dwell on the injury, but as you continued to spar you couldn't help but notice something odd about Childe. For some reason, it seemed his reaction time had slowed, and his movements became more and more predictable. Normally you would just attribute the lack of focus to the fact you had just kicked him only a few minutes prior, but this was Childe, you had seen this man get stabbed and provide fight perfectly fine before.

Due to Childe's decline in attention, it didn't take long for you to swiftly pin him down to the floor, winning the match. You released his wrists from the tight hold you had on them, and as you were about to interrogate him about his strange behaviour, you felt something poking your ass. And of course, looking down to see what it was, you were greeted with Childe’s hard-on. 

“Well, I guess I lost” Childe said, obviously trying to quickly change the subject. But of course, you would not let that slide.

“Oh? What's this? I always knew you were some sort of messed up but I would have never guessed that you would be a masochist” you teased, and when he didn't respond to your comment, you continued. “So that's why you seemed distracted during the latter half of the fight, I was scared I had given you some sort of brain injury, turns out your just a whore” you said in a mocking tone. 

When he still didn't respond, instead looking off to the side while blushing, you harshly grabbed his jaw and jerked his head to look you in the eyes. “Come on, tell me the truth, do you like it when I hurt you?” you said, hoping to get a response from him, instead he just nodded his head while adverting his gaze once again.

“Use your words.” And at your command, he finally spoke. “S-shit, yeah I like it when you hurt me, s-so much” he groaned at the tight grip you had on his jaw. Finally gaining admission from him, you took it as permission to keep going. 

Letting go of his face you softly caress the spot where you had previously kicked him, and he subtly leaned his face in closer to your hand. As he relished in the soft and caring touch of your hand it suddenly disappeared, only to come back, not as a soft caress, but as a sharp slap across his cheek. Any guilt you may have had around slapping Childe quickly disappeared as you heard the high-pitched moan that left Childe’s mouth as you slapped him.

Grabbing his face once again you pull him into a harsh kiss. Shocked only for a second Childe began to kiss back desperately, trying to savour the feeling of your mouth against his. Amused by Childe’s desperate nature you begin to slowly rock your hips against his bulge, not only to see his reaction but to also soothe the growing ache between your legs. He begins to whine into your mouth causing a string of drool to escape the corner of his mouth, and you take it upon yourself to pull back from the kiss and strike him in the side of the face once more.

At the harsh slap, Childe’s soft whimpers erupt into a full-fledged moan, bucking his hips up into yours. As much as you love teasing Childe, you start to feel a bit impatient, you wanted to just ruin him already. Reaching down to the hem of his shirt, Childe eagerly raises his arms so you can rid of his shirt. Now that his shirt is finally gone, you waste no time leaning down and capturing his nipple in your mouth, using your hand to play with his other one. He leans his chest into your mouth only to jerk back as you bit down and pinch his nipples but despite the way his body instinctively moves away from the pain he still moans out like a whore each time you harshly pinch and bite his nipples.

Moving away from his nipples you kiss down his torso until you reach his pants. Unbuckling his pants he lifts up his hips encouraging you to undress him completely, and so you slid down both his pants and underwear at once, his hard cock slapping onto his abdomen with a thud.

If you would've asked Childe if he would enjoy having his cock slapped only hours prior, he would've cringed at the mear thought of someone hitting such a sensitive place, but as you wrapped your hand around his length only to give it a harsh slap, Childe couldn't deny the mix of pleasure and pain felt incredibly good.

After slapping it you wrapped your hand around his cock once again, but this time you showed some mercy as you finally began to jerk him off. And Childe began to lose his mind. Your hand felt so good and the after tingle of all the slaps and pinches was heightening the intense pleasure.

“A-ahh shit, that f-feels so good, don't stop” he practically whined as you pumped him at a hard but steady pace, enjoying the sounds he was making. As you continue to jerk him off he brings his hand to grip your forearm, squeezing it hard trying desperately to ground himself, but he made sure not to squeeze too hard to where you couldn't move the hand that was making him feel so good. It excited you to see tears forming at the corners of his eyes from the intense pleasure but you decided to break your silence to make sure he was doing ok.

“Mhh you're being such a good boy, you're feeling good huh?, It's not too much, is it?” you coo, and he doesn't hesitate to reply.

“Yes! yesyes I'm feeling r-real good, not too much just -aah keep going I’m close” he moaned out, tears now freely flowing down the sides of his face. You keep going until you feel his legs start to shake, and at just the last second before his orgasm, you pull your hand away. Feeling his orgasm be ripped away from him he practically sobs, but just as he opens his mouth to complain he nearly screams as you once again give a harsh slap to his cock. The slap sent him over the edge as he cums all over his stomach, hips bucking in the air as he practically sobs, he doesn't even think about how embarrassed he is going to be once he comes down from his high. And luckily he won't have to feel that embarrassment for now as he quickly falls asleep on the floor after coming down.

You can't help but laugh at the fact that the once cocky Childe was now asleep on the floor of the training room, completely naked and covered in his own cum. And a part of you wants to just leave him there for someone else to find, but luckily for him, you do have enough empathy to clean him and clothe him before you leave him passed out on the floor. 

This was originally posed on @erubescentz which was my main acc before i moved accounts !

#𖦹 sub!char #genshin smut #sub genshin #childe x dom reader #childe x reader #childe smut #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia smut #sub childe #sub tartaglia #masochist childe #sub genshin impact #genshin impact smut

[ma9ical5tar]

childe who challenges archon!reader knowing he'll lose but loves when you hurt him.

he draws his lip in between his teeth, trying to surpress the whimper that almost slips out as you punch him in the gut.

he doubles over clutching his stomach, you think you've hurt him too much but it's the exact opposite. he's biting his lip so hard it draws blood from how fucking elated he feels.

"tartaglia, are you alright? I knew I should've held back a bit," you mutter, walling over to the man dropping your weapon with a clash onto the domain floor. you and childes sparring sessions increased by the week from 2 days to everyday. of course it was no problem for you, you were an archon, and he is a meer mortal, one stained by the abyss, yet still a human.

"childe are you-?" he interrupts you by going back into his battle stance. "again, [name]," he grunts looking at you with eyes glazed with an animalistic lust. an unfulfilled desire tainting his soul. blood and sweat dribbled from his chin to the ground below with a soft plip "what? no, youre–"

"what? you scared?" he clicked his tongue, smirk making his smile lines more prominent. "typical, I guess the years really must've done a number on you, huh?" he taunts. your blood boils, you could take a playful banter but blaintant disrespect, no.

before you could even process your movements, you slap him straight across the face with some of your element infused causing him to fall to the ground. snapping back to reality you see him on the floor, clutching his cheek with one hand and the other over his cock.

"tartaglia, why would you rile me up like that?" you question bending down to lift his chin to inspect the damage. the area you hit already has a bruised forming and here he is, staring at you as if you've just hung the stars and the moon. he puts his hand on you face and leans his forehead against yours, eyes glinted with need, staring directly into your confused ones.

"o–once more."

listen to never young beach for a main character summer🙏🏽

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[ilovemychunkycat]

augghhhhhh sub childe

I NEVER SEE SUB CHILDE.

him laying on his back looking at you with puppy eyes while you deny him of cumming

"Ma'am! Pleaseee! I can't mmgh- take it!"

"Cmon Childe, your a harbinger! You can take it hun."

hes whining like a dog for food, sijfsjjf golden retriever boy

and when you finally let him cum hes holding onto you for dear life chanting thank yous and yes's like a mantra

"thankyouthankyouthankyou! yes ngh! yesyesyes!"

"You did a good job~"

Childe does not even hear you, like at all, hes too tired, poor boy :(

yet you don't care!

imagine just like... putting a chained collar onto him and yanking the collar to force him to eat you out

"Mistress! I cant-"

"Who said you could talk?"

"M sorry miss- I-"

"Shh. Don't start whining now." You yank the collar and posistion his head infront of your glistening cunt.

And he gleefully lapped up your folds dry as the cute little puppy he is!! awww

He definitely would be into suffocating.. like you suffocating him with ur thighs he'd be rolling his eyes back and having the time of his life.

"You did so well f'me, good boy."

good boy? might as well treat you like his master

after that hes worshipping you like no tomorrow <3

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[heizouz]

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

[tuhtofu]

What about….

Childe who is obsessed with your smell. Wether that’s your perfume, deodorant, or your natural body odor. He would for example steal your perfume and pleasure himself to the smell of it. To the smell of you

a/n: I’ve been riding this train for as long as I’ve known Childe. I just feel like he fits perfectly into the filthy, obsessive masochistic loser trope... So I obviously got carried away writing this.

It’s one of Childe’s favorite not-so-guilty pleasures. He goes out of his way to follow you around town stealthily, writing down the items you buy from each store you visit.

He decides to go on his own special trip afterwards, focusing specifically on items that can replicate your presence, such as clothes, shampoos and body sprays.

There’s nothing wrong with admiring a friend in this way, he tries to convince himself. Nothing’s weird about… spraying your perfume or cologne on a shirt that looks just like yours.

And what’s so wrong about placing them on his pillow and sniffing them while he ruts his bare cock on his bed?

Childe likes to imagine he’s laying on your chest, humping the soft flesh of your thighs as you run your perfect fingers along his hair. He shuts his eyes tightly as he moans into the cloth, inhaling it like it’s his last source of oxygen as he thinks about how you’d degrade him with a teasing voice so seductive he could cum from it alone.

“Does my pathetic little pup feel good?” you’d ask, and he’d whine into his gag, nodding frantically as his teary eyes would look into your own.

Would you force him to stop just as he’s tapering over the edge? Perhaps you’d let him cum at first, only to command him to continue fucking into your plush thighs until he couldn’t think anymore… Fuck, it’s all too much for him to think about.

He loves letting his mind wander like this, mumbling self-degrading words into thin air as a reminder of just how much of a loser he is, all while he’s emptying his balls onto his bed, adding to the filthy cum stains already on it.

Now... What if Childe was your partner? Well, he would go crazy.

Convincing you to live with him wouldn’t be too hard, not when he has the funds to provide for the both of you. However, try as he might, he’s unable to keep his perversion undercover.

The thrill of having access to your laundry was like no other. No longer would he have to make do with those stupid items he went out of his way to acquire. He had your things, right in front of him! This wasn’t even comparable to the battles he’s fought in his lifetime.

The first time it happened, he waited for you to leave the house, before sprinting to the bathroom. There was not an ounce of shame to be found in his body, not when he was filled to the brim with adrenaline. He got on his knees and began to dig through your used laundry, finding the one thing he’d dreamt about for months; your underwear.

How long did you wear them for? What did you do while wearing them? Did you pleasure yourself in these? Fight with him? God, it doesn’t even matter, because the first whiff alone would make his eyes roll back into his skull, pants already too tight for comfort.

His desperation would only increase with time. Your underwear and shirts would slowly disappear from the pile of laundry, the reason, unbeknownst to you, being that he just couldn’t get enough of them.

Scurrying into the bedroom and leaving those precious items when you came home didn’t cut it anymore. Childe would start to bring them into his room, pulling all nighters just to abuse his poor cock, filling your underwear with load after load and drooling at the combination of scents.

Catching him was inevitable, but perhaps… it was what he wished for. Maybe the excruciating spanks you delivered to his bare ass as you gagged him with the underwear he came into was something he had already been dreaming of. It was supposed to be his punishment, but his worship for you only increased tenfold.

After a while, his perversion would grow on you. It was a little entertaining, to watch just how low he’d stoop for you, just how far his obsession went.

Childe promised that he would do anything if you indulged him. He’d be a slave to your word, a most devoted boyfriend to his perfect partner, and with that, you developed a new-found enjoyment in his filthy fantasies.

Your smell was his salvation. There was nothing more perfect than the musky body odor adorning you after a long workout, and nothing more pleasurable to Childe than taking in each and every ounce of you in that state.

The smell of your armpits, the delicious sweat on your body, and more importantly, your taste… It was nothing short of pure heaven.

His mouth craved nothing more than to clean each crevice, and to make sure that your cum was added to the beautiful mess Childe loved oh so much.

Wearing your underwear for multiple days in a row became a habit, all for the sake of watching Childe sniff them so pathetically, so desperately from the source, as his cock lay snug between your feet, rutting into the makeshift hole like a dog in heat.

For a harbinger, he didn’t have a lot of pride when it came to you, but why would he? The reality was that no matter what title accompanied him, in the end, he was nothing but your dog.

#i lowkey relate to childe in this #dom reader #sub character #sub childe #gn reader #genshin smut #sub tartaglia #dom!reader #sub genshin impact #genshin impact

[brenbofen]

Idk if your stuff is open but I absolutely HAVE to get this out,, imagine milking a fatui/harbingers,, tears in their eyes and face so red you’re afraid they’ll pop a blood vessel, their thighs are trembling and stomach tensing and un-tensing at every glide of your palm against the tip of their dick, body curled and hands gripped so tightly against your shirt you’re sure it’ll have stretch marks even tho you’re barely doing anything.. there’s already a small pool of an off white liquid on their stomach and the tip of their cock is red… I think I have a thing for pretty boys crying

Broadcaster Message - You are so real for this, pretty boys hiccuping and crying cause of how good they feel made my brain buzz. tried doin the thing where you apply one prompt to multiple characters, just wanted to try it out., sorry its not a full work, im sleepy

✧𓆝༄*ੈ✩ ║Pantalone, Dottore, Tartaglia + Anyone else you want!║

You couldn’t help but coo at the powerful man before you, watching as he clawed at your shirt and legs were trembling as you pressed your cool palm to the tip of their cock. You gently brought your free hand to wipe away his tears, taking in all the sweet whines and pleas as he leaned into your touch.

He hiccuped as he tried to speak, words slurred together as drool dribbled down his chin. “plleeash- ‘s— ‘s too much!” You laughed sweetly at his words, running your fingers through his hair, wiping the sweat from his brow. How could it be too much? You’ve hardly done anything. You wrapped your fingers around his shaft, asking him the exact thing you thought, laughing as he babbled on about nothing.

Such a pretty sight, his trembling hands threatening to tear your shirt from you harshly he tugged and pulled on it, big tears streaming down his face as you toyed with his aching cock, precum spilling all over the ground in a pitiful puddle between his legs. He pressed his warm face into your shoulder, begging for you to stop teasing him! To let him cum!

But, you weren’t stoping him from doing so, and you told him just that, gently petting his hair as he cried at this information, too focused on his pleasure and chasing his high to understand what was happening around him.

Oh, how you adored making your pretty boy cry~

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[rosedom]

HAIIII OMGヾ(＾∇＾) D J & X for childe (i am ill) -🕷️

you have summoned CHILDE for the event . . .

A/N : HAII it's been so long omg sweet spider, how are u ??

✦ㅤㅤD = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of his)

childe's not very secretive, with you, and especially not about what he's into, what he likes being done to him—but, this? this is a bit much, he thinks: this being the way he wants to be kept full of cum, always. it's not just in the immediate aftermath—wanting to keep your cock n' cum warm, both nestled deep inside him—, but in the later, too. whenever you pull out of him, he's so, so quick to fuck his fingers back into his lil' cunt, his ass—whichever you came in—and stuff any leaking cum back in. he always whines when you tug away his hands to properly clean him, to wipe him down between his still-shaking thighs, but you've always chalked it up to him being a little bit cock-drunk, cum-loopy: childe, however, knows otherwise.

it'd have to be you to help him reveal this secret of his. fucking up into his cunt all sloppy, a lather of his cum and yours bubbling up around the base of your cock, then pulling out all slow n' sweet as you keep his hips tilted up . . . lubing up a thick plug, dragging it through the mess between his puffy labia to slide in slow, just to keep your cum in him. "be a good boy," you'd have to coo, "and keep my cum warm." maybe you've known this was a kink of his, and maybe you didn't; all childe knows is that it feels good—insanely so.

just don't fault him if you catch him wearing the plug n' keeping your cum warm even hours later, even after your bath, running around your house in nothing but his briefs to keep that plug nestled in deep, keep your cum right where it belongs<3 (though . . . make sure he's not fighting while his cunt's stuffed).

✦ㅤㅤJ = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

childe is simply insatiable: fighting-wise and sex-wise. in the same way his skin always itches for a good fight, his gut burns for your touch, for your hands across him, in him . . . it's only natural, then, that he is quite . . . well-acquainted, for lack of better words, with his body. he touches himself daily, once, twice, three times on more stressful days. you can't even be mad at him, either, because (and besides the fact that it is undoubtedly hot as hell to imagine your adorable ajax playing with himself) it keeps him safe, out of harm's way . . . he can't exactly risk his life when he's got his cock pinched between his forefinger and thumb, can he?

as to how he masturbates . . . mmm. he's not one to tease himself, much: he gets right to the main course, dipping his hand down his coarse happy trail to the tufts of hair atop his mons, fore- and middle finger reaching for his cock. he rubs it dry first, each and every time—the one time he lets himself tease—waiting to get his fingers wet with his slick after the first minute or so of back-arching, dry friction. once he's good and worked up, he'll tease down at his leaking hole, gathering up the slick on his fingertips before he goes back to incessantly rubbing against his cock. just thinkin' about the way his cock'd throb under his ministrations, his empty hole left to dribble out around nothing . . . nghhh. childe's truly a master of his art: from the sword to the bow to his fingers.

✦ㅤㅤX = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes !!)

while he's not normally one to doll himself up under his clothes, childe does prefer to wear hip briefs. their cut allows him far more flexibility than the traditional boxer, and, lucky for you, they are oh-so easy to slip to the side and reveal his cunt . . . the seat of them is wide and covers him well, but all that pale, scarred skin running up his thighs—inner and outer—is all exposed. although there's rarely any lace on these hipsters, the view is still terribly appetizing<33 makes me want to kiss up his inner thighs, all quivering, and lick across his covered hole, suckle on the fabric to taste how he leaks . . .

on the few days where he takes the effort to impress you, to tease you, he'll usually slide on some silken panties with just enough lace trim to tantalize you; imagine dippin' your fingers past the waistband of his pants, your fingertips brushing against that lace . . . he'll pair it with some pretty garters, too, occasionally (but he'll never wear any type of bra/ssiere/lette). he may be swimming in money, but his lingerie is usually relatively cheap—or, at least, cheap by his standards—; he just wants you to tear it off of him before you ravage him head to toe (⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠♪ that is not a crime !

it's kinda difficult to keep all of these from the event in a similar format, 😞😞 but i hope u liked this !!

9 APR. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .

#ㅤ✦【 EVENT 】 #i am so ill for childe too >< #alphabet #sub genshin #genshin smut #sub childe #sub tartaglia #fck these harbingers and having two names #childe smut #tartaglia smut #dom reader

[yaekiss]

on this sinful sunday, i’m having very holy thoughts of either branding or carving my name onto childe’s skin— maybe that tummy he’s so insistent on not covering up, maybe a nice little tramp stamp. i know he’s making sure it scars, picking at the scabs and whining for you to redo them if they dare to fade away— he belongs to you!

꩜ Room Content: Dom! GN! Top! Reader x Sub! Bottom! Yan! Tartaglia, reader's dick can also be read as strap, gore + eroguro, knifeplay + blood, masochist Tartaglia, spanking (just once, on Tartaglia), terrible wound care by Tartaglia please don't follow his actions, lmk if I missed out anything ! ꩜ A/N: Happy Whore Wednesday pulpie! Or uhhh, it was Wednesday when I started writing this. Got a lil carried away hehe :3 Happy Thotaglia Thursday! Slut on! (With you, Childe feels like every day is Thotaglia Thursday)

Anyways. Childe thinks of you as pure divinity, the holiest of beings, and he’s eager to worship all of you and bear everything that you’re willing to bless him with. Who is he to say no to the pain you inflict on him too?

This time, he’s cockwarming you, the heat and desire he feels is dizzying. You’re inside him and just the sensation of you filling him up perfectly has left him giddy with lust. His face is smushed into the mattress with his azure eyes already rolled into their sockets. Prior to this, he pressed a lavishly decorated dagger into your palm with a fervent sort of urgency, begging for you to mark him up however you like. You try to think back on what could’ve spurred this on. Was it that merchant trying to chat you up at the market the other day? Or perhaps it’s just a sick kind of longing that hangs around the ginger no matter how much time you spend together? One thing remains clear, at its core, Childe wants to be utterly and irrefutably yours.

Taking up the dagger, you admire the inlaid gemstones glinting in the lighting of the room, their colours matching the exact shade of your eyes and you’re sure that this must have cost an arm and a leg. Tracing the cold metal down the ridge of his spine, you feel him shudder, your ears picking up a soft keening whine. You start off slow, the tip of the blade breaking past skin and revealing glorious liquid crimson. Childe sucks in a breath at the delirious buzz of pain and pleasure that he’s subjected to at your hands. 

“Nghh… please I wanttt-! to be yours!” Greedy as always.

You take your time carving out your name into his flesh, revelling in just how many moans and whines you can wring out from the harbinger. Despite how muddled his senses are, he’s acutely aware of each and every searing twist and pull of the knife. Some of the warm blood trickles and drips down to where the two of you are connected and the sensation has him losing the ability to speak, brain reeling at how disgustingly intimate this whole act is. However, over time, Childe gets squirmy and twitchy with how pent-up he’s getting, the arousal in him pooling and heightening. That simply won’t do. Good boys need to stay in line while their lover is being so so so nice to them after all. With a pointed “tsk”, you land a hard smack on his ass as a warning. He yelps loudly at the impact but he gets the message, obediently staying still as you finish carving the tramp stamp. 

When you’re finally done, you pull out of him, the lack of your cock filling him up has Childe whining again but it snaps him out of his reverie. You reach over to grab a mirror and angle it so that he can see (read: marvel at) your handiwork. His eyes glint as he catches sight of the fresh cuts, the wound spelling out your name and the fact that you’ve claimed him as your devoted believer. However, he doesn’t let you go further than cleaning and disinfecting the wound site. (Secretly, he hopes that it leaves a permanent scar, an eternal pure white etched into his skin to show that he belongs to you without question.)

Throughout the whole healing process, he picks away at the scabs that try to cover the wound, opening it back up again so that your name is written in a carnal raw red. Whenever he stares at it in the bathroom mirror for too long and thinks that a certain part of it is fading away too fast without leaving a mark, he rushes to you, whining and begging for you to redo it with a frenzied tone in his voice. 

He wishes you’ll dig even deeper, maybe even push your fingers into his flesh until he’s screaming and clenching down on your cock, use his blood as lube as you fuck up into him relentlessly. The thoughts keep coming and you can’t go a full week without Childe pleading for you to lay your claim on him.

Maybe next time he’ll convince you to leave your mark on his abdomen so that everyone can see who he belongs to.

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