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[saturnsconstellation]

I have a question for the neurodivergent people on this app.

As someone who likes to write characters as accurately as possible, I’d like to make an inquiry to the community.

[sidemari]

• "Themed Phrases" - 18+ Scenarios Collection •

Important note: I had to repost this work because Tumblr's algorithm censored my previous post. Forgive me for any mistakes, English isn't my native language.

About the game: Both characters' names and themed phrases are in alphabetical/numerical order to facilitate your life as you read this work. Thanks for spending some time on here <3

Pairings: Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Venti, Xiao and Zhongli [separately] x Fem!Reader

Word count: 7,5K+ words.

Childe's Scenario

28. “Is this too fast for you?”

36. “You don’t need to be shy, my love”

42. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle”

TW: Alcohol consumption. 

After some glasses of wine, kisses were not enough: both of you needed something more efficient than that to bring relief to your desires. 

"I'm feeling... I'm feeling weird" You mumbled against his neck, breathing in his cologne. 

"I know you're. It's easy to notice you're excited" His breath hit your ear. "Or should I admit you're horny?" 

"Ajax... Stop with your teasing for once" 

You felt a kiss against your collarbone that made you shiver, despite the warmth the candles in the bedroom provided. 

"It was your idea to drink, in the first place. You know I get... Like this" You muttered. 

“You don’t need to be shy, my love” He pulled you to a quick kiss, right before smiling devilishly. "You know I'm around to help you" 

And then in the middle of confusion, the reason you both were commemorating. 

"It's our anniversary..." You unbuttoned the first button of your coat. "I may have something else for you" 

His gaze became piercing, almost cornering you when you showed him your lingerie. 

"Lacy?" He grinned. "You're such a sly girl, uh?" If the fabric of your coat wasn't thick enough, it would have torn. 

Your breasts were now fully exposed, as they looked perfectly sculpted in the cup of the bra you were using. 

You finished undressing and that was when he guided you to your bed.

Your heart was racing inside your chest when he took off his gloves.

"Can I?" He asked for consent while his fingers caressed your hips. 

"Yes... Yes, please" 

His tongue felt warm. 

Your body shivered under his ministrations. 

Sucking your clit right before swirling his tongue around your bundle of nerves was enough to have you whimpering. 

"Ajax- F-Fuck..." Your hands pulled his ginger hair weakly, pressing his face against your intimacy even more, to the point that the words he tried to say were all muffled, because wet and slurping sounds fulfilled the bedroom as Tartaglia prepared you to receive him. 

“Is this too fast for you?” He muttered when he broke the contact to breathe.

“Please… Fuck me already” The fatui only smiled, quickly taking off his clothes in order to get freedom to move properly. 

“Lift your hips for me and put your legs on my shoulders” 

“Ajax…?” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle” 

His thrusts were steady and initially slow. 

"It's a shame you're now only wearing your bra. That set was pretty hot on you" 

A fast pace was settled and you  could barely move much or handle all the stimulation. 

"You know how I feel when you're all obedient and devoted to me, right, darling?" A hard thrust of his almost reached your cervix, making you whimper and squirm. 

"A-Ajax..." 

"Shush… We're both almost there" 

Your bodies reached the limit some minutes after that, having you both completely surrendered to each other during the rest of the night.

Diluc's Scenario 

1. "I’m going to remind you exactly who you belong to" 

2. "Friends don’t do this kind of shit" 

36. “You don’t need to be shy, my love”

43. “I’m going to fucking wreck you” 

49. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” 

52. “I'm not done with you yet”  

The crystal glass containing an untouched wine was now a fidget on Diluc's hand. 

"Tsk, who am I fooling? I despise this shit" 

He sounded bitter, almost raged when he abandoned the glass above the table, getting up from his seat at the Winery Salon to walk towards you. 

"I'm sorry I have to talk to her right now, Kaeya. Perhaps you can talk finishing your conversation after I'm done with her" 

"Diluc...?" You asked confused, as he guided you upstairs with a tight grip on your wrist. "I'm not... I'm not done talking to him"

"Save it" The man hissed. "I'm losing my patience with you, and you're aware of that" 

"Diluc... What have I even done this time?"

"You're mine, (Name). You're mine and mine alone. Still, you can't bring yourself to stop seeking attention from other guys, uh? Especially from Kaeya, that..." He didn't finish his line, he simply locked the door behind him, sighing in frustration. 

"This is... This is stupid" You said quietly. "You were the one who was disinterested in me. You said it would only bring confusion to the both of us. I guess you were right, afterall"

"What are you even talking about?" 

"Don't you remember? You were the one who said 'Friends don’t do this kind of shit', Diluc" You said firmly. "Our relationship doesn't mean much more than being friends with benefits for you, right?" 

"You know I didn't mean that phrase in that way, (Name). You're everything I could ever ask for... That's why my blood was boiling with jealousy of seeing you so close to Kaeya" 

"So it was all about jealousy...?" 

"Is it so astonishing having me confessing something like that?" He took off his gloves slowly, guiding you to his bed with his steps. 

"Diluc... He's probably still downstairs..." 

"It's even better if he listens to anything" A soft chuckle left his lips. "Now strip of those clothes, because I’m going to remind you exactly who you belong to"

The only thing you remembered the next morning was how that single time felt so special and different from any other nights you shared together. 

"That's my good girl... Look how wet you're with so little stimulation... Perhaps you were close to Kaeya only to make me riled up, uh?" 

You didn't answer him, you only squirmed when his slim fingers brushed against the most sensitive spot of yours. 

"You wanted to get me jealous so I could fuck you hard enough to remember you that you're mine alone?" He chuckled softly. "And I must admit it worked pretty well, dear" 

Diluc said before his tongue started exploring your sex, with his fingers still there. He had the habit of collecting some of your essence with the tips of his tongue before swallowing all of it. 

"I can never understand why do you taste so freaking addictive on my tongue" 

Your hands shakily pulled his red hair softly, not making him feel pain, but pleasure as he savored your heat. 

"Diluc..." His name was nothing more than a mewl that left your lips. 

"Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” 

He was right, were you needy for him. 

But you didn't answer him. 

"Say you want me to fuck you senselessly against this mattress, my lovely" 

Still no answer, only moans leaving your lips as his fingers kept stimulating you. 

"My lovely?" His movements stopped abruptly. "Answer me" Diluc slapped your thigh, gaining a louder moan from you. 

"Fuck me, please... I need you filling me up completely... I need to feel you inside of me right now..." You obeyed him. 

"I’m going to fucking wreck you” 

And so he did. 

It was the first time Diluc was rough with you during sex. 

He was fucking you raw on that bed. 

"You know what you signed up for, (Name)" He said between the hard thrusts of his hips. "You know how much I despise feeling jealousy. It's only fair that I'm the responsible one to teach my little girl a lesson, uh?" 

You simply nodded continually, not being able to say much when your body was being pressed against the silk bed sheets while Diluc ravished your body. 

The belly bulge his length formed every time he bottomed out inside you made him arrogant about it.

"Do you see how much our bodies match? You were hand-made just for me to fuck you this good, baby..." His hand gripped your chin, lifting it up for you to watch him closely.

"You're perfect... The most precious thing I have" His hips thrusted against yours roughly enough to leave you sore the next day. 

"Diluc..." Fuck, he knew you so well that he could almost read your mind thinking about how close you were. 

"Cum with me, doll... Let me feel you squeezing me as I fill you up with my seed" 

Your nails sank against the skin of his back while your legs kept him inside of you even after your high. 

"Look at you... All marked up as mine, uh?" 

Sleepiness followed your orgasm, but you could feel Diluc getting ready once again inside your heat. 

"D-Diluc...?" You asked quietly, almost shy about what would happen next. 

"You don’t need to be shy, my love” That only made your cheeks glow red even more. “Even if you’re worn out, I'm not done with you yet”

Kaeya's Scenarios

Scenario 1

5. “I forgot my suppressants and my heat is going to start soon-” 

9. “Bite me”

15. “Now take a deep breath…”

17. “Don't pull out”

28. “Is this too fast for you?”

29. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive here”

30. “That feels good, baby?” 

31. “You want me to claim you, don’t you?” 

32. “Make love to me, please”

49. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

50. “I’ve been thinking about you all day” 

54. “I just want to make you feel good”

55. “I may or may not have left some…. Marks” 

TW: Omegaverse, heats, creampie. 

"This feels... Uncomfortable" You mumbled, changing your position for the hundredth time that minute. 

Sweat covered your warm skin but that didn't make you feel better. 

It was only getting worse. You'd reach a point that ignoring your urges and instincts would only lead you to your own destruction. 

"Kaeya... Please, come home" You whimpered, pressing your legs together so you could try to release some tension. 

But things started getting blurry.

And the sounds seemed so stuffy. 

You had fainted. 

And your boyfriend found you weak, sweating coldly as your body kept trembling despite how warm your skin felt. 

"I'm here... Hey, I'm home" 

"Kaeya...?" You blinked torturously slow. 

"Yes, it's me. I'm here to help you" 

"What's happening...? But your thoughts were foggy, since you were way too confused to think straight.

“You’re burning up with fever” 

“My meds… I’m irresponsible”

“It’s something normal, (Name). It’s not like any of us can control our cycles” 

“I forgot my suppressants and my heat is going to start soon-” You got up from the bed so quickly that your sight became black and your knees faltered. 

“How many times do I need to say to you that you don’t need to suppress anything from your omega nature?” 

“Kaeya… This is a burden. I’m a burden…” Gelid and strong hands pressed your body against his own, trying to help you come to your senses. 

His lips pressed a kiss against your damp neck, gaining a whimper from you. 

“K-Kaeya…?” 

“I just want to make you feel good” Another kiss met your skin. “Allow me to take care of you, my love” 

Carefully your clothes were taken off by his skilled hands right before he helped you to lay down on the bed. 

The silk bed sheets seemed cold the first seconds you laid on them, but they were less cold than Kaeya’s fingertips that traveled against your arm, then hips and finally thighs. 

Shivering, you suppressed another whimper when he sucked on your collarbone, marking you as his once again. 

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive here” Kaeya jokes, kissing the bond mark you received long months ago, during your first cycle together. 

“Kaeya… I’ve been thinking about you all day” 

“I know, love. I know. And I couldn’t take my thoughts out of you”

His lips touched yours, asking for the permission you gave him instantly. 

Your tongues explored each other slowly, while little wet sounds were made and propagated through the bedroom. 

The kiss finished when you both needed to breathe properly.

“Open your legs for me, omega” As if you were enchanted, you obeyed him without thinking twice. 

Your intimacy was fully exposed to the one who claimed you. 

His fingers eagerly collected some of your essence just so he could taste you on his tongue. 

A smile formed on his lips when the captain saw your expression. 

“You want me to claim you, don’t you?” 

“Kaeya… I need you… Myself was never enough for me”

“Shush… I’m here now, remember? Just trust me”

“Please… Please!” 

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” 

“Just…” You whined when his finger stimulated your clit. “Just make love to me, please”

The man pulled your body towards his, slowly penetrating your sex. 

Some tears of reflex formed on the corner of your eyes just to be kissed away by your partner. 

“Good girl…” You felt a thrust. “Now take a deep breath…”

A steady pace was settled as Kaeya made sure to mark every inch of flesh his eye could admire. 

His hips now collapsed against yours creating lewd sounds that anyone could hear if they were close enough.

Your hands went from the bed sheets to his back, scratching him slightly in pleasure while you struggled to take him properly inside you. 

“Is this too fast for you?” He asked concerned, afraid that your weakness would take the best of you.  

“No… This feels… This feels s-so good” You gasped between his thrusts. 

“Ah…” His voice carried a provocative tonality. “So that feels good, baby?” 

You didn’t answer him.

It was not like you needed to for him to know you were close to your limit. 

One of your hands went to his head, caressing his navy blue locks, guiding him towards your neck. 

“Bite me” And so he did. Alberich’s sharp teeth sank into the healed bonding mark on your neck, bruising it once again and sealing your love one more time. 

“Shush… You’ll be fine. It’s only some blood” 

Some more seconds and you came undone under his body.

The soft squeezes against his shaft made him melt and get closer to his own orgasm. You were able to feel him twitching inside your walls and with that you enlaced your legs around his waist, preventing him from leaving your sex. 

“Don't pull out” You whispered. “I wanna feel it. Fill me up to the brim, please”

• Time break •

His embrace was warm, despite the coldness from the room. 

“Thank you” You whispered when he hid his face against the crook of your neck.

“We’re bonded, right? We should take care of each other all the time” 

You smiled, caressing his hair. 

“I’m quite sore” 

“You must be… It took many rounds to control your dark necessities” 

“K-Kaeya!”

“It’s not like I’m complaining though. Work was tough and at least you helped me to unwind” He kissed your neck once again. “Also… I may or may not have left some…. Marks”

Scenario 2 

4. "I don’t care if they watch"

25. “Don’t cum without my permission”

35. “Can we cuddle afterwards?” 

44. “Not so cocky now, are you?” 

52. “I'm not done with you yet”

“When will you make me your priority?” You complained with tears in the corner of your eyes, but his attention didn’t leave the paperwork in front of him. “You’re always so careless… Don’t you ever think about what your own partner will think about your attitudes?” 

“Enough” The captain got up from his seat, coming towards your direction. 

You thought he would stop in front of you, but his steps didn’t falter one single time, until your body was fully pressed against the wall of his office. 

“K-Kaeya…?” His hand squeezed your wrist, without the intention of hurting you, but only signaling that if you went a bit too far you’d regret it. 

“Not so cocky now, are you?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and anger. 

“If you’ll only argue with me once again, I’ll leave” 

“My, my. Perhaps I don’t have any other choice. besides claiming you in this exact office, right, my doll?” 

“It’s not like this will solve our problems” 

“But we can forget about them during some minutes and that’s enough for me” 

“Kaeya… We are at the Knights of Favonius Headquarters. This is the last thing we should be-” A kiss was stolen from you. 

Dominantly, his tongue slipped inside your mouth, exploring your own tongue with curiosity. 

One of his hands was still holding your wrist tightly while the other held your waist strongly, pressing your body against the door frame. 

“Take off your clothes, quickly” He whispered in your ear after he broke the kiss. 

Shivering with his voice tone, you only had the strength to obey his words. 

The woodend table felt cold when your naked body laid down. 

“What if… What if someone needs to talk to you? What if someone sees us?”

"I don’t care if they watch" His gelid hands opened your legs wide apart, just to see how wet and ready you were for him. “Perhaps you get turned on by arguing?” His finger brushed your clit vigorously, making you squirm. 

“Mhmm… It’s s-so sensitive” 

“Look how prepared you are, dollface. I could start pounding you right now and you’d have no trouble with it, right?” His finger scooped some of your slick, bringing it to your lips. “Taste yourself” 

You sucked on his finger, only to grow addicted to your own taste. 

“See? You’re addictive” The captain unbuckled his belt, hitting your right thigh with the accessory. “I'm not done with you yet”  

Standing still and without trousers, he finally penetrated you, already building up a fast pace within seconds. 

“F-Fuck… This feels so freaking good” You whimpered, forgetting about any topic that you were arguing about. “Kaeya… Kaeya!” His tip brushed against your g-spot continually, making you melt with the stimuli. 

“Keep moaning my name like that. It’s pleasant” His hand scratched your hip hard enough to leave a little mark. 

“I’m… I’m so c-close” 

“Don’t cum without my permission”

“It’s too m-much…” 

“Only some more thrusts and you can come with me. Don’t you dare cumming before I say so. Or else, you’ll be in trouble and I won’t give a fuck we’re at work” 

Your answer was a small whimper and a nod from your head. 

Your body jerked up with his movements while his hips didn’t stop collapsing against yours for once. No thrust failed.  

“Kaeya…?” You asked for permission when your legs started trembling around his waist. “Please?” 

“Deliver it to me, my darling” 

And once again your body obeyed him without questioning anything. 

Your fiancé emptied himself inside you, marking you as his in another way before pulling out of you. 

Your body was way too sticky to put your clothes back on properly when a knock was heard against the door.

“Fuck” You whispered, finishing dressing up. 

“We will finish this later in our bedroom” 

“Can we at least cuddle afterwards?” 

“I’ll take care of you all night long, don’t worry”

Kazuha's Scenario  

28. “Is this too fast for you?” 

41. “Just let your body take control” 

51. “Your scent drives me crazy”

52. “I'm not done with you yet” 

54. “I just want to make you feel good” 

The night breeze carried something sweet to his senses but he knew that such delicate scent he felt wasn't from the small tree that was part of his room's landscape. 

"I know you're here" Kazuha said calmly. 

"I missed you" It was your time to say something after not being able to see him for months straight. "And I'm sorry I couldn't come earlier than you expected-"

His lips shut your mouth with a delicate kiss. 

"I understand that being an adeptus is draining, love. You have nothing to apologize for... But if we finally met today, I shall admit I just want to make you feel good" 

He was perfect. 

He was everything you could ever ask for. 

You've never been with a man who could make you feel so human, so safe and so loved whenever you were together. 

After his whisper, you could feel his hands on your shoulders, his fingers trailing down your neck, as his thumbs stroked your breasts above the fabric of your shirt. 

His hand hoovered along your body, feeling your curves and the softness of your skin. 

"Your scent drives me crazy" Your breathing strained with his tone and you shivered.  Despite the warmth of the room, something about the words and the way he said them into your ears made you weak for him. 

"Kazuha..." You whimpered when he finally guided you to his bed. 

"Is there something wrong?" 

"It's just... I'm not that good when it comes to receiving attention like this" 

"Is this too fast for you?" Worry was all over his face. Forcing you to do something was never on his plans. 

"No... I need you now, Kazuha" 

• Time break • 

He reached your soaked panties, pulling them down so he could fuck you with his skilled fingers. 

You moaned soundly with your back arched, eyes closed tightly as you simply enjoyed that warm night by his side. 

You haven't felt like this in so long.

You needed this feeling. 

You needed his love.  

And you needed him. 

Your hips buck as you try to get away, but his grip is tight while his tongue savors all you had to offer him. 

"Kazuha..." His name was nothing more than a whisper that left your agape lips. 

It was hard for you to let your guard down like that, even if you trusted him enough to do such. Almost as the man above you could read your mind, he reassured you: 

"Just let your body take control” He was growing impatient, just wanting nothing more than to be inside of you. 

"I'll make you mine once again" 

When he slides inside you, filling you up to the brim, you cry out with a mixture of overstimulation and euphoria. 

He makes your love deeper every time he thrusts into your sensitive core over and  over again with his body pressed against yours, his face oh so close to you that he had to steal some kisses from you. 

Kisses that were hot and hungry. 

His tongue sweeps across your bottom lip before taking it between his teeth. 

Kazuha teases your mouth with his tongue, flicking it this way and that until you can no longer stand it, so you open your mouth, letting his tongue explore further. 

Your whole body tingles from head to toe.

Everything else disappeared from your mind except the feeling of his body on yours, his hands caressing your body, his kisses and the way he ravished you in the most sinful way he could. 

Your body would remember him after that. 

Your body would show you belonged to him and him alone. 

His cock twitched inside you when he was finally close, just when your orgasm ripped through your body. 

Kazuha's voice sounded raspy against your ears after he marked your insides with his seed, which easily found its way towards your womb due the constant contractions of your tight walls. 

"I'm not done with you yet”

Scaramouche's Scenario 

5. "Shit, I forgot my suppressants and my heat is going to start soon-"* Edited to: "I'm still having heats even if I dope on medication…"

9. "Bite me" 

17. “Don't pull out”

18.“Why do you smell so good?”

25. “Don’t cum without my permission” 

32. “Make love to me, please”

35. “Can we cuddle afterwards?”* Edited to: “Can I cuddle you?” 

TW: Omegaverse things

Finishing reporting your last mission to the Tsaritsa was incredibly hard when all you wanted to do was laying in bed and having someone to take care of your stupid heat.

"I consider your mission a success. Now leave." The archon said with contempt before you left the gelid room swiftly. 

Your vision was blurred and your legs were weak enough to make the walking to your room difficult. 

"It stings..." You gasped, trying to breathe properly since the oxygen felt heavy and inefficient. "I'm still having heats even if I dope on medication…" You were so lost in thought - talking to yourself - that  you didn't notice there was someone passing by the corridor. 

The collision was strong enough to bother your sensitive body. 

"Can't you see I'm trying to pass this freaking corridor?" The harbinger said harshly before he knew it was you that had bumped against him. "Oh, (Name)... It's you… My bad" 

"Scaramouche... Forgive me... I just- I just need to get to my bedroom" You runned through the last few meters of the corridor just so you could enter your place and lock the door. 

"Fuck... This feels so overwhelming" You whimpered, with your body glued on the door frame. 

Having the wooden door behind you being knocked on so harshly made your body shake a little. 

"Open the door, please" 

"Scaramouche… I'm fine, you can leave" 

"I can smell your scent from miles away, omega. If there's something you need right now it's someone to take care of your heat, right?" 

'How can him be so accurate?'  You thought to yourself. 

"Come on, we've done this before-" 

Before he could finish his line, you opened the door slowly, blushing while you watched a grin form on his lips. 

Pulling your body against his, the harbinger whispered in your ear, close enough to make your body shiver. 

"I know exactly what you need, my love" The door behind you both was closed abruptly. 

"So… Can I finally help you?" His fingers gripped your chin weakly, only applying enough pressure so he could make your lips touch. 

His cold nose brushed against your neck, breathing in your sweet scent, before so soon, a kiss being stolen from you. 

It started softly, almost showing his affection towards you but soon he deepened the kiss until your lips were sore. 

"Why do you smell so good?" Scaramouche whispered, pressing kisses down your neck. 

"Make love to me, please" You whimpered, gripping his clothes with weak and shaken hands. 

"You seem to not be able to focus on anything else besides my hands. Tell me, my love. Do you want me to do something with them?"

"Touch me, please" You whimpered. 

"Ah, I see. You're so obediently waiting for me to start playing around with you, yet I'm here, all words, no actions" His fingers left your chin to hold your face delicately, with his thumb brushing against your lower lip before he could steal a peck from you. "Let's get started with this" He whispered while laying you down on the comfortable bed before getting above you. 

A soft squeeze on the flesh of your breasts was enough to make you whimper.

And the thin fabric of your shirt made you feel every stimulation of his fingers against your nipples. They always had been a sensitive spot of yours and Scaramouche seemed to understand that rather quickly with the help of your reactions. 

Soon the soft touches were lowered to the level of your hips and thighs. The skilled fingers gained goosebumps from your body as the harbinger carefully explored your weaknesses. 

At some point, you unconsciously opened your legs, giving him enough room so he could finally touch your sex. Pulling your panties to the side, he teased your clit with his middle finger until it was soaked with your slick. 

"It seems you're nice and ready for me, even though I barely touched you" You felt his fingers brushing against your aching walls as he thrusted them into your sex. “Fuck, you’re perfect" 

You swallowed dryly with his statement, trying to not sound that needy. 

His fingers' pace suddenly became faster and the constant stimulation made you reach your high so easily it was almost comic. 

"Your little sounds are so cute yet so sinful" The harbinger whispered, taking his fingers off your walls right before he licked them clean. "And your taste is so freaking addictive I could eat you up all night long” 

“Scara… I need you now” You gasped, cheeks red in embarrassment. 

“You made a mess of me, doll" You could see through his pants how hard you had gotten him. “Wanna feel it inside of you, my love?” You nodded. 

Watching him taking off his shorts and underwear made you not pay attention to his next actions. 

Your heart skipped a beat when he pulled your body close to his. 

Your faces were really close once again that night as you felt the urge to pull him for a kiss before anything else could happen. 

"Can I?" He asked for permission after corresponding to your kiss. 

"I’m yours" 

Even though you were ready for him, it was difficult for you to take him properly inside your walls. 

The soft squeezes your insides made every now and then made him almost lose concentration while he built his pace up. 

"You feel so freaking good~" He was strong enough to pin you down with only one hand, as the other stimulated your bundle of nerves. "I absolutely adore how vulnerable you look while I ravish you like this" 

"Scara..." You squirmed under him as your orgasm got closer. "Deeper, please" 

A smile formed on his lips before he took your legs from his waist to put them above his shoulders, allowing him to reach deeper within you. 

You saw his frame through your blurry eyes: his hair looked so beautiful even when the indigo locks were messy because of his movements. His hand wasn't holding your own against the mattress anymore so you took the chance to caress his hair with love before pleading;

“Bite me” And your wish was finally fulfilled before the harbinger laughed quietly at how lovely you looked: red cheeks, plumpy lips, sweaty and marked skin with some of the hickeys he had given you. “Fuck… I’m close…” 

 “Don’t cum without my permission” He ordered, before thrusting against your sex even faster, making your hips sore. Holding back your orgasm made you feel weak, but obeying his orders to make him proud was worth it. 

“Please…” You whimpered, marking his back with soft scratches. “Please, let me cum, master… I c-can’t hold it any longer…” 

A smile formed on his lips. 

“Deliver it to me, my darling” Was what he said before both of your bodies got soft due your climax.  "I'm glad I finally made you mine again after craving you for so damn long" Pulling him to a kiss, you both exchanged glances of affection before you asked him for another detail. 

"Don't pull out" You whimpered, bringing his body ever closer to yours. 

"I won’t pull out for now…" You felt a kiss against the skin of your neck. 

“Could you cuddle me?” You whispered shyly.

“So pure and so passionate…” His thumb brushed against your lips. “I’ll cuddle you all night long, my doll. And in the morning, I’ll still be here. I don’t care about the Tsaritsa rules” 

• Time break •

The next morning, you still felt his body against yours, cuddling you with love. 

“Scara…?”

“I’m here” 

"Could you make me yours once again?"

Venti's Scenario 

16. “I think we were a little too loud last night”

25. “Don’t cum without my permission” 

26. “I think ropes would look lovely on you”

44. “Not so cocky now, are you?”

53. “Remember the safeword, you're allowed to use it” 

55. “I may or may not have left some…. Marks”

"Being so vulnerable and devoted to your God is something beautiful, my muse" The bard's voice was nothing but a murmur against your lips. "I could almost write a song about our love, so the winds would tell the entire Teyvat the story of a mere bard and his loved one" With that, the kiss finally started, making you melt under his body. His tongue explored your mouth with delicacy, slowly sucking your own tongue every now and then before he broke the contact to breathe properly. 

You felt something brushing against your arms' skin before you gasped his name. 

"Venti..." A smile formed on his lips. 

"I think ropes would look lovely on you" 

"Ropes...? Are you planning-" A cute giggle left his lips before the god started bondaging your body to his taste. 

"Your innocence is so sweet, my muse" 

The first spot that got his attention were your breasts and a silly but meaningful idea crossed his mind. 

His slim fingers traced patterns above your flesh, making you focus on what was he writing against your skin. 

"M... I... N... E..." You whispered. "Mine..." 

"You're a quick learner, my muse" His face got closer to yours so he could murmur something against your ear. "You belong to me" Lowering his head, his tongue now swirling around your nipples, making you squirm under him while his slim fingers traveled to your core, stimulating you to the point that tears of pleasure formed in the corner of your eyes. 

"Venti... Just like that..."  His fingers stretched you out for him for long minutes until your body couldn't take it anymore. 

Your whimpers told him you were close, but letting you cum without having him inside you so he could feel the soft squeezes of your walls while he marked you with his seed was a waste. 

“Don’t cum without my permission” He told you with a demanding tone, before letting his fingers go off you. "You should do as I say, right, my muse? You want to make your master proud, don't you?" 

"Yes, Venti... I wanna make you proud of me" 

"Ne, my muse... You provoked me all day long... Touching me, stealing kisses and whispering lewd thoughts against my ear... You really thought you're the one in charge in this relationship?" A soft chuckle left his lips before he entered your sex without much warning. 

"F-Fuck... Mhm~" Your back arched a little in the perfect angle to show how deep he was into you with the bulge on your belly. "So... S-So deep..." Your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as you felt his hips collapsing against yours at a hard pace. 

"Look at you... You can barely talk properly, my muse..." He kissed your forehead. “Not so cocky now, are you?”

The ropes created enough friction against your skin to provide some pain that mixed with pleasure made you feel alive for once. 

His length brushed against the certain spot that made you melt under him while he marked your body as his and his only. 

"Barbatos-" His true name left your mouth when you felt overstimulated for the first time that night. "Too much..." 

"Remember the safeword, you're allowed to use it” 

"All I need is you, now" You said softly in answer, even though you were feeling so many sensations that your mind was foggy. 

You didn’t remember much of what happened after you finally reached your climax. 

You could say you whimpered when you felt his warm essence entering your womb, instinctively pulling his body against yours as you both came down from your high. 

Your body was feeling too heavy and sleepiness made you fall into a slumber. 

The next morning, the sunlight woke you up. 

"Windblume..." Venti, who was cuddling you, whispered in your ear. "Good morning, my muse" You squeezed his hand as an answer, still way too sleepy to start a conversation. 

"I think we were a little too loud last night" Was the only thing you said within long minutes of cuddling. 

"Oh... You think so, my muse? But... I must admit that being a bit loud is part of my personality" He kissed your neck delicately to not hurt the sore skin from his hickeys. "Mhm... Windblume?" 

"Yes?" 

“I may or may not have left some…. Marks”

"V-Venti, come on... I still work at the tavern, you know?" You complained. 

"Ne, it's okay, princess. People will simply know that you belong to me forever" His voice became mischievous. "And you can't say you weren't in the mood for some marks"

Xiao's Scenario

8. "You’re so turned on already? That was fast" 

11. "I want you now" 

14. “Ah fuck, I knew you’d feel good” 

32. “Make love to me, please” 

51. “Your scent drives me crazy” 

52. “I'm not done with you yet”

55. “I may or may not have left some…. Marks”* Changed to: "I may or may not leave some marks on you" 

Having the one woman that messed up with the adeptus' feelings right in front of him made him aware of what could happen next. 

"Xiao...?" You asked quietly, getting up from your bed at Wangshu Inn rapidly. 

"My apologies. Appearing out of nowhere like I do may scare humans like you. I just felt I should check on you, is all" His eyes glowed intensely inside the barely illuminated room. 

"To... Check on me?" You asked confused, since he almost never showed up to you, even though he was always in the same area.

He didn't answer you, but a scoff of irritation left his lips, making you shiver. 

"Is there something wrong? Are you hurt...?" 

"I need to be honest, is all, (Name)" His voice carried some frustration. 

You nodded, giving him space to start talking whenever he felt comfortable to do so. The worst thing you could do with Xiao was pressuring him in any way. 

"I hate feeling like this. But you changed me. You managed to destroy the walls I passed centuries building up just so I could isolate myself from anyone or anything. You with your way of being... You showed me a side of myself I didn't even know was alive anymore. You showed me that perhaps giving myself a chance to start over isn't as dreadful as I thought..." He approached you with careful steps, checking your reactions to see if he could go any further. 

Your heart skipped a beat with his words. 

So after all this time you both had met... Xiao was finally able to comprehend what he was truly feeling? 

"I'm stretching on this speech... What I need to say is... I love you, and I need you, (Name)"

The distance between you two disappeared when you pulled him to a kiss. 

• Time break • 

"Your scent drives me crazy" The adeptus almost whimpered against the crook of your neck. "I've been trying to deny my feelings towards you but it's useless... I think we just need to get carried away with our urges" 

His hands moved swiftly across your body, your breasts, arms and thighs. 

"I want you now" He moans as he pulls your panties to the level of your knees just so he could rub your clit against his thumb.

"Xiao..." Your voice was shaky. "S-So sensitive..." 

"You’re so turned on already? That was fast" The adeptus teases as he feels you squeeze the finger he now pumped inside your heat. 

Your little sounds made the most sinful thoughts cross his mind while he explored possibilities with your body. 

"Good, good..." He murmurs as he continues to work your clit with his thumb while two other fingers stimulate your sweet spots. "Such a good girl you're, (Name)..." 

"Please... I need more" You gasped. 

"Make love to me, please” You moan as you feel his hands on your breasts just so his fingers could pinch your nipples.

He then slams into you, filling you so perfectly well that every muscle of your body goes into spasm. Your eyes water as you try to blink them back shut, but you can't stop the hot tears from streaming down your cheeks as your body continues to tremble every single time Xiao thrusts into your insides. 

“Ah fuck, I knew you’d feel good” His voice was raw, showing the side of him he always tried to hide

"Oh gods" You mutter as you clutch his shoulders and kiss him, your tongue exploring his mouth as he kisses you back.

You feel his hands on your hips, then his fingers trailing down your inner thighs he holds you tightly during your lovemaking. 

You can feel the tip of his length almost pressing against your cervix, and you can feel as your walls tightened around him as your orgasm hits you. 

"Xiao..." You sounded like an angel to him. Pressing his body against your even more with your legs as his hips rock back and forth against yours non-stop, you soon felt he had finally reached his high. 

A warm liquid marked every of your walls' crevices in jolts, as his breathing became uneasy right before Xiao stole a kiss from your lips. 

An almost aggressive kiss that showed you his desires were not satisfied just yet. 

"I'm not done with you yet” A weak smile formed on his lips as he brushed a lock from your hair out of your forehead. "May this night make up for the time we've lost" 

"Still..." He continues. "I may or may not leave some marks on you" 

"It's not like I'll mind them" You answered before changing positions.

Zhongli's Scenario 

5. "Shit, I forgot my suppressants and my heat is going to start soon-" 

11. “I want you now” 

14. "Ah fuck, I knew you’d feel good" 

31. "You want me to claim you, don't you?"

47. "Come for me, you've done so well"

51. “Your scent drives me crazy” 

TW: Omegaverse things

"Shit, I forgot my suppressants and my heat is going to start soon-" You whimpered, thinking you were alone inside that place. 

You could only hope your scent wasn't too strong or tempting at that moment. Afterall, with your status as an omega and having an alpha being your manager was specifically hard due your instincts. 

Your nature could take the best of you at any moment and that thought by itself was almost terrifying. 

"Hey" Zhongli's voice made you jolt in place. "Hey, it's okay..." 

"Zhongli... You were supposed to come to work only t-tomorrow-" Before you could finish your line your knees faltered due to the weakness from your heat. 

To your surprise, strong hands prevent you from falling, leading to both of your bodies pressing against each other. 

"Didn’t expect to see me here?" His voice sounded confused. "Or it's only a deception I came here during such a delicate moment, my omega?" 

“So you noticed that detail…”

"So warm, sweet and inviting" You felt a kiss against your nape. It was so delicate and desperate it made his mind sink into lewd thoughts. "You're aware of the truth, right?"

“Zhongli…?” He inhaled your aroma slowly, letting every note of your scent trigger the right sensations from his being.

“Sooner or later our natures will take the lead. It’s better to get to know each other while our minds aren’t so hazy” 

“Please, m-make this stop-” You whimpered when his fingers pressed against the place a bond mark should be. 

“Your scent drives me crazy” The man whispered, before carefully  leaning you on the table of the office. “I’ll make you mine, and I’ll be yours” 

Zhongli started kissing your stomach as his hands gripped your hips tightly right before opening your legs with strong hands, massaging your entrance right above the fabric of your panties. 

Your back arched a little with the friction and you moaned. 

"You're so vulnerable like this it hurts" 

“Zhongli… I want you now… I need you now”

"You want me to claim you, don't you?" 

"Mhm…" 

He was already hard, ready to just penetrate you. Stroking his member and brushing himself against your folds almost drove him insane. 

The one who was your boss penetrated you slowly, enjoying every inch of his cock being involved by your wet and warm walls. With his length now entirely inside you, his tip almost reached your cervix. 

"Ah fuck, I knew you’d feel good" 

Morax started his thrusts and your slick only made it easier for him to do what he craved and needed. 

His lips captured yours in a warm and slow kiss and his tongue explored your mouth as he stimulated your clit with the fingers of one of his hands. 

Everything quickly became too much to you, with your orgasm being so close it almost hurted. 

"Alpha!" You whined, your nails scratching his back in pleasure.

"Come for me, you've done so well"

And your body obeyed him that time, and many other times later.

[allfearstofallto]

"Tell Me You Love Me,"

Yandere! Male x Fem! Reader

FT: Childe and Scaramouche

TW: yandere, forced married au, violence, mentions of punishments (rice kneeling and starvation)

Childe

With your eyebrows knitted together and furrowed, lips pressed together in a tight smile and cheeks just ever so slightly puffed out, this is when Childe found you the cutest. Your smile was nice and he had an extra special place in his heart for the way you looked as you sobbed, but nothing could ever top your pout. It was to the point where he'd do things to entice it out of you, intentionally teasing you to see you puff up in that oh so adorable anger.

His cold, thin finger reached out and gently poked the soft cushion of your cheek, sinking into the plumpness of your face. Even when you slapped his hand away, he couldn't help, but to swoon at how cute you were. You couldn't harm him, not with those weak little punches, but you sure could try. And he absolutely loved watching you try. You seldom touched him of your own accord, so what was the harm in enticing you to do so? 

“I'm not in the mood to deal with you, Ajax,” You muttered, voice barely above a whisper. You spat his name like it was filthy, even crossing your arms afterwards as if to show you were deathly serious. He knew that you were, you had every right to be, yet he still sat next to you, so close his thigh pressed against yours. 

He placed an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest in an unwanted embrace. It was a move that earned him a slap across the face from you. A painful one at that. Not unbearable of course, more akin to a cat scratch. Yes the cat hurt you, but who could stay mad at such a cute animal?  You on the other hand, he could see you holding your tingling palm, trying to hide the pain you were feeling. You were able to hit him because he let you, but an untrained fighter such as yourself was no match for a harbinger.

“Now look what you've done,” he could feel his cheek growing a bit hot from the strike, “You've gone and hurt the both of us.”

You shot him a glare, a very harsh one. If looks could kill he would've died on the spot. But he was immune to your gaze. More than immune to it actually, he reveled in the fact that you looked at him that way. That your pretty face could make such an awful expression. That the hatred you felt for him, causes your features to contort into something almost ugly, but beautiful to him.

“Maybe I wouldn't have had to if you weren't such a liar!” You raised your trembling voice, eyes welling with tears. Watching you go from anger to falling apart at the seams. He was the only person who could make you feel this way and it made him feel a sense of pride.

“What'd I lie about?” He teased. He looked up with a finger pressed against his chin, playfully beginning to ponder. If your hand wasn't already aching from the slap, you would've punched him, right in his smug little face.

“You said I could go,” you words were strained through tears that wouldn't stop cascading down your face, “I did everything you told me to. You promised!”

He snapped his fingers in recognition, “Oh! That's it! You wished to go to the lantern rite!”

The sight of him pretending was making you even more angry. But you couldn't let it boil over any more. Childe would only allow so much before he started to get upset, finally showing you how gentle he was being with you before. Few people even got the chance to place hands on him and live.

“You said I could go,” you repeated again slowly. 

And he did. You slaved away, doting on him like the perfect wife. Doing everything he wanted. You were at his beck and call, acting on his every whim. Just for the chance to touch the soil of Liyue again, to smell the air, to taste the food…to see your family. They went to the lantern rite every year, and you hoped that that tradition didn't end just because you'd vanished. All you needed was a glimpse of their faces, no talking necessary. Even though you knew they'd want to see you, the selfish part of you was okay with them thinking you were dead or gone for good. That way they wouldn't risk butting heads with the Fatui, or worse, actually managing to meet with Childe.

“I was hoping you'd forgotten about that,” Childe spoke, trying to hide the annoyance in his voice.

You merely scoffed. You wouldn't be that nice to him without incentive. Yet after the initial agreement, the trip was never planned, luggage wasn't packed, carriages weren't called. As the days grew more and more near, you worried about the long trek to Liyue from Snezhnaya. You'd miss the Rite if you left too late, yet there was no urgency on his side of the deal.

He hummed for a moment, thinking with that face you hated so much. It meant he had more up his sleeve. You knew better than to trust a harbinger to withhold their side of the bargain, but like an idiot you still trusted him.

“I have one more request,” he began.

“That's not what we agreed on!” 

“Then I guess you just don't want to go?” 

You crossed your arms in surrender. There was that pout that he loved so much. Those puffed up cheeks and furrowed brows. He could eat you up with how cute you were, practically begging for his attention.

“It's easy, I promise,” he leaned as close to you as he could get and you resisted the urge to slap him again, “Just tell me you love me.”

You rolled your eyes, realizing that this was where he was going with it. He always asked you to do it and you always refused. You didn't love him. You hardly even liked him. You despised him actually. Found him disgusting and deplorable. He was less than human in your eyes, more like filth under your feet. But your love for your family outweighed your hatred for him.

“I love you,” you said so monotone, you almost sounded like a robot. Despite your lack of emotion, his face seemed to light up with glee.

“Again,”

“That's not what we agreed-”

He cut you off before you could finish the thought, “Again.”

“I love you,”

“Say my name too,” his voice was breathy, hurried even. You'd never seen his face such a deep shade of red before. It didn't even cross your mind that the Ajax that teased you so much, the Ajax that forced you into a marriage and so many other things, was able to blush. He hushed you again before you could open your mouth in protest, “Say my real name.”

You let out a sigh, “I love you, Ajax.”

His smirk was disgusting as he sat next to you in glee, like the words were sinking into his heart. Childe just sat there, riding the high of feeling your non-existent love before he spoke again calmly.

“I'll have the carriage packed tonight, we leave in the morning,”

Scaramouche

You are Scaramouche's life blood. Truly what keeps him going. His heart which ticks instead of beats, ticks for you, his cold body, warms for you. Although, he'd never admit something as embarrassing as that. Nor would he tell you that he longs for your presence at his side constantly. That he rushes through his assignments, while being noticeably irritable and unapproachable, just so he can make it home to you. Where he'll pretend that he's not head over heels in love with you, and scoffs at your every word. Ignoring you, while simultaneously sticking to you like glue, even with your protests.

He watches couples as they smother each other with affection, kissing each other as if nothing else matters, embracing one another like they're physically unable to tear themselves apart, and he feels something so new to him. Jealousy? No. It's more akin to envy. He wants to do those things and maybe even more. He wants to be the obnoxious couple who can't seem to get their hands off of each other, he wants you to feel the withdrawal from his touch, as he feels from yours.

These are all hopeful thoughts, weary dreams even. He can force you to pretend, but he can't force the feelings. Even if he tells you to look happy when he touches you, there's a lack of light in your eyes that he can't even punish away. You'll never truly feel the way he wants you to. Not now, at least. But there's a wishful part inside of him that claws at his chest, hoping that someday you'll develop those feelings. As he watches you across the parlor, your focus more on the calligraphy that he told you to do than anything else, he knows that that day won't be soon.

You look so beautiful while trying to perfect the brush strokes. Ethereal even. Your skin glows under warm candle light, and even though you try to appear emotionless in front of him, the face you make when you concentrate always finds its way out.

“I'll be leaving on a mission soon,” he finally says into the silence.

You raised your head from your work, looking him in the eye before you speak. You truly are obedient, just as he trained you to be.

“Safe travels, my Lord,” you reply with that saccharine sweet voice, but he knows there's no meaning behind it. No compassion, no joy, no hope. You'd be happy if he died out there, still feeling the same indifference towards him that you do right now. It'd actually make you happier.

His mind shifts back to those couples he'd always see, the ones that were stuck to each other like glue. They'd beg and cry for the other not to leave, holding their hands to pull their lover back in a display of desperation for their time. Yet here you sat. Indifferent. Uncaring. Unloving.

“Don't you have anything else to say to me?” He questioned while that part of him that was still holding on to hope was fighting its way out. If you just told him to stay he would. If you told him that you loved him, he'd come home even quicker. He'd be more brutal, just for the chance to slip into your embrace. Yet only confusion met his question.

“I'll see you soon?” Words which were supposed to be spoken as a gesture of love, were coming out as a question. You didn't want to see him soon, nor did you wish for him to travel safely. Your lack of care has him seething, but only his regular, nonchalant demeanor showed on his face.

“Would you rather kneel on rice or go five days without food?”

Your head shot up when you heard his question, his voice cold and serious. Your heart was pounding in your ears so loudly, you wondered if he could hear it. He didn't have to to know how tense you were at the idea of the punishments, he could see it in your expression. Your look of indifference was quickly changed to fear, large doe eyes threatening to fill with tears.

“Neither, my Lord,” you stammered out, “I don't think I've done anything worthy of punishment.”

And you hadn't. You’d done everything he told you to, exactly the way he wanted you to. Yet his ego and constant need for more of you, to claim you as his entirely, to swallow you whole, it made him angry. He'd given you a better life than you'd ever had before, he'd give you anything you wished for if you'd just open your pretty little mouth to ask, and all he wanted in return was your affection. Your attention. Your love.

“I'll ask you again, even though you know I hate repeating myself,” his red framed eyes glared down at you. Even at his short stature, he suddenly felt mountain tall, dwarfing above you in a way that made you want to sink into yourself, “I'll be leaving on a mission soon, do you have anything to say to me?”

You gulped down your saliva, feeling the way you had to force it down your throat as more pooled in your mouth, “Safe….safe travels, my Lord,” you stuttered. It was the same thing you always said, the same thing you were told to say. He left on trips often, but the script never changed. You were to wish him safe travels and see him off at the door. Yet here you stood before him, a quivering mess as he glared down at you, growing angrier at what was presumably the wrong answer.

“You must want to be punished,” he hummed while looking disinterested.

The pain of rice digging into your knees or the hunger pains of starvation, they were both punishments you knew well. Neither was one you wanted to experience again. After such hard work to act the way he wanted you to, you'd gone a long time without being punished. But the way he was looking at you struck fear in your head, your hands trembled as you desperately began to plead.

“I don't understand, my lord, please tell me what I'm doing wrong,”

“You really are stupid,” he scoffed, but there was a flush forming in his face as he realized just how overboard he was going for this one little thing. Something he'd never asked for before. But the thought was eating away at him, the hope was clawing out of his body. Bashfully, he looked down at the floor, “Tell me that you love me…and that you'll miss me while I'm gone.”

Your tears were dried quickly and you slowed your labored breathing. A bit of anger was bubbling in the pit of your stomach, anger at the fact that was going to punish you over something so miniscule, anger you hadn't felt towards him since the very beginning of this all. Since the day he told you that you were going to be his wife, but it wasn't a question, it was an order. Your very first order.

“I love you, my lord. I'll miss you so very much while you're gone,” you wondered if he wanted a performance. You did your best to make the words sound genuine, despite the way you detested him and his finicky personality.

“Do you mean that?” He asked, his voice sounding almost hopeful. In his heart of hearts he knew it wasn't true, but that didn't stop the excitement from growing.

“Of course, my Lord,” you lied. It was a good lie though, seeing as it earned you a subtle smile upon his lips.

“I'll bring you back a gift from Mondstadt, for being so good recently” he whispered while lightly patting your head. But the enticing idea of a gift wasn't even enough to pull you from your fear. You'd dodged a bullet, but there were more to come.

[emandemms]

recently, i read the iliad for the first time and i made a "no one told me the iliad was a comedy??" list while reading it, so here's the list in its entirety!!!

- diomedes in all of book five.

- athena telling diomedes he shouldn't fight any of the gods that may show up on the battlefield, except for aphrodite, because what's she gonna do, fight back?

- athena then lecturing diomedes for NOT fighting ares, and diomedes proceeding to tell her "dude, you literally told me not to fight him, what do you want from me?"

- achilles and his pure hatred for agamemnon. someone give this man a shirt that says "number one agamemnon hater".

- achilles and agamemnon arguing the entire time they're in the vicinity of each other. every time they talked, it was like two kids coming up with every insult under the sun without outwardly cursing each other out.

- agamemnon essentially calling achilles a whiny bitch. kind of iconic.

- a popular favorite but: odysseus going around and beating the men who wanted to leave with a fancy ceremonial stick. it just never gets old.

- odysseus being that one guy who never shuts up about his kid while beating the living shit out of thersites. he very proudly calls himself the "father of telemachus" while verbally and physically abusing this man.

- odysseus once again referring to himself as the "loving father of telemachus" when agamemnon is trying to piss him off so he'll join the battle. i'm pretty sure this is a fairly common thing for odysseus to do, and you got to love him for it.

- another popular favorite: agamemnon mourning his very-much-so-still-alive younger brother after menelaus gets shot by an arrow in the thigh. menelaus quickly realizes he's fine and asks his brother to stop lamenting his "death" because if he keeps it up, he's gonna spook the rest of the men and that's just not what they need right now.

- and then agamemnon immediately being like "oh, word? okay, but you need a doctor- SOMEONE GET THE DOCTOR!"

- athena grabbing achilles' hair during the argument between achilles and agamemnon in book one when achilles is deadass about to just kill agamemnon because he's mad as hell. she then proceeds to tell achilles to call agamemnon names instead and books it.

- helen being the bad bitch she is whenever she's on the page, despite her circumstances. not only does she flat out tell paris she wishes he had been killed, but she basically tells aphrodite to bed paris herself, which is ballsy as fuck and i have nothing but respect for her.

- speaking of paris: hector absolutely TEARING into paris after he flees from fighting menelaus one-on-one. he really just says that paris is only good for looking pretty he wishes paris had never been born which, honestly, good for him.

- priam asking helen to point out the various greek leaders and immediately calling agamemnon handsome. idk why but it made me chuckle just a bit.

- priam also comparing odysseus to a ram, which is such a wonderful visual and i think about it a lot.

- antenor, one of priam's advisors, recognizing odysseus when helen points him out and immediately going: "oh, that motherfucker, i remember him. he looks like an idiot, but man, does he know how to use his words to win over a crowd."

- nestor essentially saying "back in my day-" every time he opens his damn mouth. i love him and he never shuts up once he gets going.

- diomedes telling glaucus he's "not one to fight the heavenly gods" immediately after fighting not one, but TWO of said heavenly gods.

- athena and hera wanting to throw hands with zeus in book 8.

- athena and hera ALSO being petty as all hell and actively ignoring zeus after he told them to stand down. deserved, if you ask me.

- diomedes calling odysseus a coward when asking for odysseus to help him save nestor.

- "stubborn odysseus" then ignores him, and runs back to the ships. honestly, don't know what diomedes was expecting, calling the guy a bunch of names.

- hector and greater ajax throwing ROCKS at each other in the middle of battle.

- diomedes scolding agamemnon for suggesting that the greeks retreat. the guy had it coming, and diomedes read him like a book and it was beautiful.

- odysseus not calling achilles by name after he and greater ajax came back from an attempt to persuade achilles to forgive agamemnon. he really just told agamemnon and the rest of the greek lords: "this guy is an asshole, y'all, he's still all worked up about it. ain't no way we getting him off his ass to fight."

- the entirety of book 10 feels like a fever dream and i'm kind of obsessed, regardless of what historians/classicists have to say about it. like wdym diomedes and odysseus go out on a little night time stroll while the greek camp is under siege, kill a bunch of men, and come back with some fancy ass horses and weapons??

- nestor kicking poor diomedes awake when diomedes was sleeping on the ground in front of his tent. like, damn old man, you could at least try to see if he'd wake up if you called his name or some shit.

- this is also funny as fuck when you consider that literally a few hours ago, diomedes busted his ass to save nestor's life. this is why we don't help people, kids.

- odysseus telling diomedes that there was no need for diomedes to praise him because "everyone knows i'm hot shit dude, let's just go and get this over with."

- diomedes calling paris a "sleazy flirt" after paris shot him in the foot with an arrow. he calls him a LOT of names, but he basically just calls paris a cowardly, weak-ass slut, which is spot on if i'm being totally honest.

- odysseus immediately trying to mentally hype himself up after diomedes left him alone on the battlefield. he really just stood there like "oh fuck, i can't run because i'm not a spineless coward but i'm all alone out here what the fuck am i gonna do!!!??" gotta feel a little bad for the guy.

- diomedes' and hector's beef. they HATE each other and it honestly cracks me up. diomedes is constantly ragging on hector for being babied by apollo and hector basically keeps saying diomedes is a rabid animal that's out of control.

- hector telling his horses they're lucky because andromache gives them the good wine first, before he gets any. he really said "my wife loves me but i guess she loves you guys more, how the FUCK did you get so lucky???"

- idomeneus and meriones running into each other in the greek camp while everyone else is fighting. fully imagined them just standing there and pointing at each other like: "yo, dude, what are you doing here?"

- meriones, instead of going to his own tent, decides to take a spear from idomeneus and basically tells idomeneus "dude, my tent is so far, please don't make me go all the way out there and just let me borrow one of yours."

- idomeneus being totally chill with it, so long as they hurry the fuck up and no one sees them away from the battlefield because then people will think they're cowardly losers.

- patroclus.

- no further notes on this one, just patroclus. what a guy.

- agamemnon trying to convince the rest of the greeks to retreat in the middle of battle. AGAIN.

- and agamemnon keeps on doing this, throughout several books at this point, and it's actually kind of impressive. i guess he really just wants to leave troy because he's sick and tired of NOT winning all the time.

- odysseus having absolutely none of this and immediately putting agamemnon on blast. odysseus literally curses him and calls agamemnon pathetic and dishonorable. preach it, king.

- and agamemnon actually listens to odysseus and immediately goes "shit, you right, my bad."

- posideon and zeus beefing in book 15.

- specifically posideon basically saying that if zeus doesn't let the greeks win, he's never going to forgive zeus. peak sibling behavior.

- meriones and aeneas shit-talking each other in the middle of a very intense, very important battle.

- this is immediately followed by patroclus telling meriones to "stop yapping and throw hands".

- in retrospect, patroclus probably regrets saying that, given that throwing hands is what got his ass killed.

- patroclus throwing a massive rock at some trojan, effectively killing the poor guy, then proceeding to mock the way the trojan fell as he died. absolutely FOUL behavior and it made me giggle just a little bit.

- i should probably mention that this "poor guy" was cebriones, hector's current charioteer and half-brother. hector's proceeding crash out was completely understandable, when you think about it.

- odysseus reminding achilles of the importance of breakfast. eat your breakfast people!!!

- odysseus also telling achilles to "shut the hell up because i'm older and therefore wiser and i know what i'm talking about so zip it and let me speak".

- aeneas telling achilles to stop yapping on the battlefield when it was actually HIM who was in the middle of a good old homeric "this is my dad and this was his dad and his dad did this" speech.

- achilles damn near about to crash out when apollo kept protecting hector. this man tried to kill hector FOUR TIMES and apollo just yanked hector out of the way each time. achilles was like "oh, so apollo favors you? yeah, well, if any of the gods like me, next time i see you, i'm gonna FUCK YOU UP!!!"

- achilles beefing with a river.

- like dude, stop KILLING people in the water, you're clogging the river and that's just not cool. respect the environment, asshole.

- book 21 is really just "angry man yells at river before being swept away by the waters of divine fury".

- athena decking ares and aphrodite. she was really sick and tired of them at this point.

- posideon essentially calling apollo a little shit when apollo kept siding with the trojans.

- apollo sending achilles on a wild goose chase while disguised as a trojan. it's giving tom and jerry, i can't even lie.

- achilles beefing with apollo. just in general.

- this can also be extended to: apollo beefing with achilles. and we all know how that ends!!!

- hector being bamboozled by his own idea of trying to beg for mercy and understanding from achilles. he really was like "why the fuck am i trying to problem solve this, the guy wants me dead. ain't no way he's gonna listen to anything i say".

- a popular favorite that i think deserves a quick mention: hector and achilles running around troy three fucking times. tom and jerry part two????? except this is an alternate universe where tom catches jerry and it's not pretty.

- nestor giving antilochus advice on how to win the chariot race even though antilochus knows what he's doing.

- this is extra funny when antilochus turns around and cheats to get ahead of menelaus. an asshole move, but so incredibly real and i can't even say i blame him.

- apollo knocking diomedes' whip out of his hand during the race. out of spite.

- it's actually because diomedes had taken aeneas' horses in book 5 and diomedes was using them in the race, but still. petty and spiteful and i love it.

- athena immediately rushing to grab the whip to return it to diomedes. athena is playing favorites again and she's not even trying to hide it.

- lesser ajax and idomeneus bickering during the chariot race. SPECIFICALLY idomeneus telling lesser ajax "young man, you're real good at arguing and bitching, but man, where the fuck are your brains at?"

- the ONE TIME achilles is mentioned smiling is when antilochus is throwing a fit about not receiving his due prize and i think that's beautiful.

- achilles really saw his friend complaining and said "that's my bro how can i NOT give him exactly what he wants?"

- menelaus tearing into antilochus and shaming him for cheating during the race in front of everyone.

- mans really told antilochus to swear on posideon that he didn't cheat so of course antilochus is like "shit shit i can't make that oath because i did cheat and i am NOT getting on the shit list of any god".

- so antilochus is like "okay menelaus, my bad old man, i'm just so young and spry that i can't help myself sometimes".

- and then he just gives menelaus the mare that was the second place prize to avoid making an untrue oath while STILL managing to insist he won fair and square.

- smart guy.

- menelaus also being like "okay, i forgive you because you are usually pretty well behaved so let's just chalk this up to like, temporary insanity or something".

- AND THEN menelaus gives the mare BACK to antilochus.

- menelaus is a softie at heart and antilochus knew it and absolutely took advantage of it and WON. bro played the long game and it was so worth it. this whole sequence was so entertaining to me, can you tell?

- nestor, the absolute icon that he is, once again going off on one of his rants. everyone say "i heart nestor".

- the footrace between lesser ajax, odysseus, and antilochus.

- namely odysseus praying to athena to help him win the race, which she does, of course. she gives odysseus a little boost and she TRIPS lesser ajax, which causes him to fall face first into a pile of cow shit.

- it gets in his mouth and nose y'all, it's nasty as fuck.

- i also think it's funny that odysseus is the oldest of the three of them, and even without athena's help at the end he was right behind lesser ajax the entire time.

- of course i have to mention lesser ajax whining about the fact that athena dotes on odysseus like a mother.

- and odysseus not saying anything to argue because he knew lesser ajax wasn't really wrong about that.

- antilochus also saying that the gods have a habit of favoring old men.

- old man odysseus for the win!!!!!

- it also cracks me up at how obvious it is that achilles favors antilochus y'all, it's HILARIOUS.

- antilochus goes after the race and starts talking about how "odysseus is an old man, but boy, he's almost as fast as achilles!" and achilles is over here like "yeah, he totally is, you're so right. here, have some more gold for being my number one hype man".

[mooishbeam]

『♡』 Losing Game

♡ featuring: ajax x f!reader

♡ summary: simmering feelings boil over as you're confronted by the man you hate the most; tartaglia, your boss. wc: 3.1k+

♡ cw/tw: afab, degradation, humiliation, creampie, squirting, light choking, sadism, throat-fucking, cum play, fingering, overstimulation, brat taming, mind break, pet names (doll, baby)

notes: hiii, the positive response from the last one motivated me to get this done just in time for Fontaine. kinda long this time so sorry abt that. ajax my beloved <3 art by sonomi_rap5 on twitter comments and reblogs are appreciated!

Working for the fatui wasn’t easy in the slightest, especially when you aren’t on harbinger status. You were sent on long, grueling tasks only to be met with loose interpretations of gratitude and sometimes silence from the higher-ups, in which most wouldn’t even glance in your direction. Pleasant beginnings became a sour afterthought, and your perception of the fatui changed drastically. Your grievances, however, weren’t helped by your quick-witted snappy attitude and competitiveness; Presumably why you ended up under the division of Tartaglia. You assumed a binding contract from the capricious redhead wouldn’t mean much, but that was quickly proven false.  

You'd rather climb every mountain in Snezhnaya than spend a minute talking to that airhead. He was instructed to keep a watchful eye on you during missions despite the competence you demonstrated. It was insulting. Anything he did you could do better. It’d been proven multiple times from the petty challenges you created. How much water you could drink, how long you can stay up. You won every time. How could you not hate him? His feigned ignorance and careless flirtations were enough to drive you mad. “Please, call me Ajax” he’d say, winking. The simpering smile he gave you after every comeback shot daggers in your pride. What made you particularly furious was the incessant drum of your heart whenever he was near you. The warm autumn morning that was his hair. The cool still waves his eyes sent to your core. You couldn’t fall for him, or else he’d have one up on you. You had to be stronger than that. You quelled your stress in a tattered journal gifted years ago. 

“Hey, comrade!” His bubbly tone makes knots in your stomach, and you choose to stay silent. You’re hoping this mission will go without a hitch, as long as he doesn’t get in your way. Ajax lets out a teasing whistle. 

“Yeesh, tough crowd.” As you’re collecting the items needed for the deal, he rocks back and forth on his heels directly in front of you, absent-mindedly watching. 

You whip your head to face him, “You can’t see I’m doing something right now?” 

“Oh, I see what you’re doing. But this isn’t entertaining.” 

“Unlike you, your majesty, I have no choice but to be perfect. I apologize if that’s not exciting enough for you.” You retort with sarcastic curtsy.  

“Haha! You’re always a pleasure to be around, (Y/N). My faithful, kind-hearted companion.” he said with a taunting wink. You're beyond flustered, haphazardly stuffing the remains in your bag and lugging it over your shoulder. 

“Let's go.” You say lazily. He follows closely, arms crossed behind his head. “Calling me like a dog, how romantic.” 

“If you don’t want to be called like a dog stop acting like one.” 

“You could at least give me a treat if I'm gonna be your dog.” He looks at you, making his best impression of puppy-eyes. You bite back a few choice words, and glare at him instead. He isn’t fazed by this and flashes a beguiling smile that makes your ears warm. Glancing at the weight you’re shouldering, he comments, “You sure you don’t need any help with that?” 

“No. The last person I need help from is you.” 

You and Ajax regroup in an alleyway deep in Fontaine’s bustling city. You are assigned to retrieve a rare gem for one of Pantalone’s elaborate schemes, and you quickly prepare yourself for this interaction. Ajax studies you, leaning against one of the walls. 

“Can’t you be a little nicer to your superior? If it wasn’t for me, you’d be in a lot of trouble half the time. You’re welcome.” You scoff. “I don’t know why you’re here in the first place, I have no problem doing this on my own.” 

“I’m sure. Don’t mind me, Ms. Independent.” A sly smirk crawled up his face. “Fucking asshole” you mumble under your breath. “I didn’t catch that. Can you repeat it?” 

“I said you’re a fucking asshole.” After a few moments of silence, Ajax grips his chest in feigned agony. “Ouch. I’m gutted!” 

Just as you're about to leave, he snatches your wrist, now only mere inches away from your face. His hand gently brushes away the strays of hair on your forehead. “There you go, doll. Gotta be perfect for your debut.” A whirlwind of emotions strangles your ability to think clearly, you pull your wrist away and start speed walking, attempting to gather yourself before you get to the jewelry store. 

You enter the empty store and are immediately confronted by the jeweler. 

“Good afternoon, ma’am. Do you have an appointment?” You proclaim your business and appointment under a fake identity, posturing yourself as wealthy. “May I see identification please.” Of course, you say. As you’re looking through your purse you notice something: there’s no identification here. Surely you weren’t that negligent over something so simple. You rummaged through the other compartments, trying to stay calm in front of an increasingly concerned jeweler. But it’s not there. How is this possible. Your nerves are heightened and the anxiety of failing the mission starts to creep in. “I made an appointment with Lottie; she’ll be able to provide reference. I believe I left my passport at home.” The jeweler seems slightly disappointed. “Unfortunately, ma’am, I am not allowed to present any gems without identification.” Your heart beats faster. “Well, sir, I’m very busy and I’m afraid this is my only chance to close on this item. You wouldn’t want to push away a well-paying customer.” 

“I have no choice in the matter. If you have no proof of identification, I must ask you to leave.” Should I take it by force? You thought, thinking about the next possible option. As you’re about to handle the rest physically, the door swings open. Ajax comes up to you, placing his arm around your waist.  

“My love, were you able to get the gem we were discussing?” You’re annoyed, but you improvise and look at him as if he’s the love of your life. “Not yet, dear.” Suddenly, he places a plush kiss on your lips. You’re stunned and speechless, filled with anger and wanting. 

The jeweler interjects. “And are you the husband? Would you happen to have any identification.” 

“Yes, sir.” Ajax pulls out a passport and fake birth certificate unbeknownst to you and begins to close the deal. The rest of the meeting you sit speechless. 

“Thank you for your patronage.” are the last words you hear as you leave the store, Ajax guiding you with his hand. You’re silent the whole way back to your room. 

You turn your bag upside down and begin looking for the mismatched documents. All while Ajax stares at you expectingly. You ignore his presence.  

“So... how about a ‘you’re welcome?’” 

“For what.” 

He lets out a mocking laugh. “For what? I don’t know, maybe saving your ass back there? You froze, and you were unprepared, Ms. Independent.”  

“I wouldn’t have forgotten it if it wasn’t for the obnoxious bullshit you did this morning.” 

“That’s dishonest, I wasn’t even talking!” he pretends to be hurt. “Admit that you need me.” 

“Fuck off.” 

“No.” His light-hearted inflection vexes you and makes it hard for you to focus as you read through the mountains of pages in your folder. 

While your head is down, Ajax comes across the tattered notebook just peeking out from under the bed. Storing the months—no years—of feelings you had regarding the fatui. Regarding him. Some time passes and you finally raise your head, met with the horrifying reveal of him skimming through the journal, mischief coating the deep void in his eyes. You spring up and reach for the book but he’s faster, grabbing your arms and pinning them above your head. 

“This is really good stuff... really good.” You shout profanities over and over, anything to get his attention away from the book. But he continues to read as if you’re not there. When he’s done reading, he lets you go, and you instantly try to swing at him. Before you can land a hit, he grabs you by the throat and stares into your soul, almost as if he’s trying to swallow your being. 

“You’ve been acting like a little fucking brat all over a crush? Not very big girl of you.” 

“I know you think you’re beyond charming, but I promise you don’t have that effect on me.” 

“Really? Let’s play a game then.” He knew you’d accept just to beat him at anything. 

“If you don’t cum by the end of this journal, I’ll apologize for everything. I’ll do whatever you want. But if I win-” he steps closer to you, “You have to do everything I say.” 

You almost burst out laughing. Such an easy challenge, how hard could it be? 

You're panting, trying your hardest to focus on the words that seemed to melt off the page. Your back lays comfortably against his chest, with his legs keeping yours spread. 

“Next page, baby.” 

“Don’t call me that.” Your words are lenient and breathy. Your underwear is still on, but Ajax’s fingers are covered in your slick, playing with the erect nub just enough to make you fuzzy. “You look like you’re tapping out.” 

“This? This is nothing” You respond meekly, continuing the reading.  

“I can’t help but have fe-elings for himph.”  

“There’s some nice things about me in here, why aren’t you always like this?” He says, circling and dipping into your gushy folds, smearing the glossy mess all over your vulva. You try so hard to read the letters, squirming from his touch. The sensation pulsing from your clit to your brain made you incoherent; the more you move, the more he moves. The contents of the journal are humiliating, detailing your romantic and sexual attraction towards Ajax, and your attempts to stifle these feelings. He was getting a kick out of seeing your flustered face stammer over his appearance. He plays with the precum glazing his fingers, widening them to watch the trail it left. Only two more pages left. 

“I-I-” You couldn’t get through the first sentence on the last page. Your thighs are trembling, and your pussy began to twitch. “Uh, s-shit. Ajax, wai-.” He trails his fingers over your clit spelling his name, then pushes two inside, fighting back an amused grin. “You’re almost done” Teasing in your ear. You bite back the moans threatening to escape; at the very least you couldn’t give him that satisfaction. He watches you fall apart, shaking more aggressively before your body gives in and you cum on his fingers.  

“Uh oh, that’s unfortunate.” You try your best to catch your breath, but he rides out your orgasm, making you subconsciously grind yourself into his palm. Then you’re struck with the reality of losing. He licks his fingers clean, eyes rolling back from the taste. “So fucking good, does being a bitch make you taste better?” You were too embarrassed from the loss to retort. “You won.” 

“I did.” He lifts you off the bed and onto the floor, your legs still recovering. He hikes your shirt up, trailing kisses up your stomach until he gets to your nipples. He flicks and sucks one while kneading the other one, occasionally biting the slightly bruising flesh. “Not gonna moan for me, huh baby?” 

“Not in the slightest.” You rasped. He smiles and blows cool air on your tits, sending a rippling feeling down your back. “That’s okay, you’ll give in.” 

Ajax unbuttons his pants, and they drop in front of you. Unsheathing his thick throbbing length, drooling with desire. His balls are full and heavy, and as you look up at him his eyes are clouded with lust. The pretty freckles that dotted his arms and chest are much more visible now, and so are his battle scars. He breathed in deep, "take care of this for me, yeah?” You wanted to say no and say fuck this; but there was another side that wanted him desperately, that needed this.  

You force your jaw open to accommodate his size and push yourself halfway on his girth, feeling his cockhead hit the back of your throat. Once you feel like you got it in, you slobber all over his cock, dampening his balls and begin to bob your head. You stroke with one hand and massage his sack with the other, leading to a breathy whimper from him. “Ah fuck, feels good. Suck it slow, slut.” You begin to move faster while cupping his balls, obscene noises leaving your sopping mouth. You have tears running down your sweating face trying to keep up with the vigorous movement of your tongue. You feel him throb a few times, his moans and grunting getting progressively louder.  

“Need more” is all he says, putting one of his legs on the bed and grabbing both sides of your head. Before you can register what’s happening. Ajax pushes your head onto his cock until your nose reaches his pubes. He lets out a breathy sigh and starts throat fucking you with an animalistic grip. The gagging and spit noises echo off the walls, along with his continuous whimpering. You wanted to hate him, but your blood was buzzing, and your panties were drenched. “Shut up and take it” followed by broken fuck’s and yes’s. He threw his head back, hair slicked and torso gleaming with sweat, “look at me.” You reluctantly look up, addicted to his passionate expression. “I want you looking at me when I cum.” You grip his thighs, and he twitches a few times before spurting white, thick cum down your throat. He pulls out slightly to drag his semen over your lips and then taps it on your face, holding you in place.  

“What are you doing? Clean me up.” he husked. You clean him up without complaint and lick your lips, forced to maintain eye contact with him the entire way.  

In one swoop, Ajax picks you up and throws you on the bed, eager to get your underwear off. “You proved your point, stop being an ass" you slurred out. The room was intoxicating, all you could smell and feel was him. He takes your panties off, spreading your pussy to watch the slippery puddle dribble down your thighs. He shoves your panties in your mouth, “Fucking liar, I know you like it. Can’t taste how wet you are?” He aligns himself with your aching hole, keeping your arch steady with you bent over. Shoving his cock in, moaning from the feeling of your body perfectly molding for him. Ajax starts moving at a rapid pace quickly, his big slender hands tightly gripping your ass. The sound of wet sticky skin slapping together and the squelching from your core made you shudder. It was all too much; you have been teetering on an orgasm since you went down on him, and the way his balls thump your clit make you quiver.  

“Whiny brat. Just needed to be fucked good to shut up, yeah?” he groaned through his words. Tears were coming down your eyes now, you can’t tell if he’s edging you by accident or on purpose. But right now, you’d do anything. He turns your head to face him, gazing at your tear-stricken face. “Aww, you cryin’ for me?” He stops to kiss and lick your tears, delighted by your tenderness. Taking the panties out your mouth, he brings your body flush with his and continues to pump inside with you looking at him.  

“So sweet all of a sudden, where’d that attitude go?” The morals you had for moaning went missing and mewls and soft whimpers began to leave you. “Let it out, baby.” You’re suddenly babbling please’s begging for him to let you have it. “Pathetic, can’t even get off on your own. You need me that bad?” You nod repeatedly, dangerously close to your release. He had a dark look in his eyes and a sinful smirk. “Yeah? Okay, you’ve been so good.” He reaches down and starts to rub your clit ceaselessly, kissing your cheek. Your whimpers become loud shaky moans and he finally lets you have it, shockwaves going through your body as you’re dissolved into pleasure. You pulsate through the explosion, jello-brain and boneless as your cum leaks down his thighs. Just as he pulls out and flips you over. You’re dizzy and drunk off him, legs shaking indefinitely from the intensity. Then he puts it back in. “You can take one more, yeah baby?” Your overstimulated and violent shaking wasn’t enough for him to stop. He wanted you ruined. He keeps going, grabbing your face to kiss you deeply, tongues intertwining with each other. He feeds you deep strokes, tip prodding your spot every time and watching as your tits bounce. You throw your head back, eyes rolling to the back of your skull. You have no thoughts, only his name rings in your head. You can feel the coil inside you winding up, pleasure beyond the searing pain of your swollen pussy. He looks down at you and smiles.  

“Look at me." You can’t hear anything at this point, not even the sound of your own voice. So, it’s a pleasant surprise when your voice carries his name, “Ajax, Ajax”, chanting as if he’s your god. “Fuck. Gonna cum. Let it out. baby” he says grinning. You’re clamping him so tight and throbbing until you ultimately shatter with him, releasing a stream of squirt onto him and the sheets. He bucks into you, letting out thick spurts, panting heavily as he watches you in disarray. You instinctively hold on to his arms, trembling uncontrollably as you try to search for breath and ride it out. You’re completely hysterical and sobbing from the emotion it ripped into you. You were in shambles and Ajax couldn’t help but smile out of happiness for what he caused. “I’m so sorry.” you say repeatedly, eyes shut and lined with tears. He got closer to wrap you in his arms, and you cling to him for stability. “It’s okay, I’m here for you.” 

You didn’t want to talk about it when you woke up. You were hoping he’d be gone, and therefore wouldn’t have to deal with the humiliation. But there he was, watching you sleep just as the sun rose. His ginger hair danced with golden flecks of light, and he looked at you like you were the only person on Teyvat. 

“Creep.” 

  “Good morning to you too, baby~.” 

[chuchurio]

"To the sea, you'll find me."

* Childe x fem!reader Synopsis: Childe must go to war. You promise to wait for him, waiting weeks, months, and eventually years with no sight of him. still, you remain loyal to him, things don't always go as planned though. Genre: Angsty (?), a little ooc, Yearning, implied deaths, fluff near the end! WC:5.6k

a/n: Yes. This is basically Odyssey/Epic brainrot, but make it the handsome ginger.

You frown, handing Childe the last satchel full of bread that’ll feed the army, risking their life in this rebellion. When he knew it was his turn to stand up for his people, he was preparing fleets by dawn. You, on the other hand, remained silent. 

That night, the palace was more active than usual. Maids were rushing around, and servants were grabbing items and bags, anything that was in reach, preparing for the departure of the King. His eyes keep flickering back to you, waiting for you to respond to the news of his departure. You didn’t. 

He’d raise a hand,  gesturing forward, the servants bowing respectively before scattering away. 

His footsteps are heavy, the sound growing closer until it stops right beside you. 

The distant shouts of men and hurried movements would fill their silence, frozen in their own time. 

 “I’ll come back to you.” He whispered, his fingers pushing back a free strand of hair. Your heart throbs, fighting back the tears that wanted to spill, because no matter how much you plea for his stay,  he still will leave for war. 

“I know you will.” You cupped his face, taking in every feature of his one last time. Even if you didn’t say it out loud, a part of you was afraid, so deeply afraid this would be the last time you see him. The innocent coo broke your silence, its little plush hand reaching up curiously to grab at her father’s hand. 

He chuckles, his gaze visibly softening at the sight. He presses his finger against the little hand, allowing her to curl her fingers around it. You couldn’t help but look back up at him, the faint smile he wore, the way he stared at your child. 

“Ajax.” He looks up, staring directly at you. 

“Promise me.” Your voice trembles, and he knows that you’re truly keeping quiet, so he doesn’t hesitate. “It’s me. When do I fail ya?” He smiles, and that only strengthens your worry. You couldn’t fathom to never see it again. 

“This isn’t a joke, Ajax. Give me your word.” His eyes can’t seem to harden when looking at you, your struggle to remain calm for his sake will only confirm his choice to marry you. Because if not you, then who? 

He presses his forehead against yours, sighing for a moment, your heart slows down, his voice only a soft murmur, “I won’t give you a reason to cry.” You kissed him gently, one last time before you began to miss the taste. 

In less time than you can count, he’s filled the ships. The men who carry the weight of their families leave it at the harbor, tearful goodbyes and hopeful hugs around you. 

He fixes the wool coat, his touch lingering longer in certain areas. His fingers tugged at the furred ears of your hat, trying to keep it down. He didn’t say it, but his blue eyes held none of the excitement they usually had. 

“Snezhnaya needs their King.” He broke out of his trance, his blank stare now on you. The tip of your nose was a darker rogue, and the cold allowed a different shade to form. 

“It’s a good thing they got their Queen,” he teased a smile that just barely reached his eyes. You touched his hand, slowly interlacing them into one. “She’ll be waiting…” you paused, a sigh leaving your lips, “I’ll be waiting..” 

Dawn was kind enough to let the moon show off for a little longer, letting you have Childe for just a second more than you should. 

He watches you in the stillness, slowly bringing your wrapped hands to his mouth. He holds it there longer than intended, but you knew this was his way of sealing his promise. 

He will come back to you. 

“Snezhnaya will never know its luck.” He muttered into your skin, his breath tickling a bit. 

You’ll smile at him; a more public goodbye. He hugs you so tight, but it doesn’t feel like enough. He pressed a rough kiss to the top of your head, and in the middle of your embrace was his little bundle of joy, the gears to his decision. 

You remain on land, and thousands of families split, including yours. You hear encouragement, along with cheers of hopeful victories, but all they had was hope.

 You watch his silhouette become a blob and then nothing. Your daughter curled to your chest, unaware of what she’ll be missing. 

You weren’t always the most patient, but for him, you were willing to sit and wait. 

 Time-tested your word. 

You’d grow accustomed to the silence in your halls. The long corridors keep you company more often than not. The words that were once reassurance turn into a haunting pause.

After years of waiting, Snezhnaya never lost its cold, the freezing breeze similar to a sharp warmth. As the queen of this land, you keep your head high, your hair twirled into an updo that would give you a composed appearance. 

Because truth be told, you’re crumbling. 

Rumors of your husband being long gone spread like wildfire within months of him leaving. You’d await every ship, every foreigner with open arms and all ears, in the hope they’d bring news of your dearest Ajax. Not even the birds would chirp a response. 

You’d be questioned about your position; he earned the title, but with his absence starting to show through the cracks, men were interested in a taste of the power. Take Snezhnaya and his token prizes right under his feet. 

Your fingers ran down each string, braiding it into the other, crossing, and repeating. There was something peaceful about repeating the same actions, it was the only time your head got rest from the constant questions, suggestions.. confessions. 

You’ve heard not a thing after the war. The travelers passed by and spread the news of your people who left. Word got back that you were victorious, and that brought little relief in your heart. 

Celebrations would be heard on every street, things were looking up. You were happy to spend money on quality decorations, you had to commission merchants, artists, and the crest decorating the paper mache. 

They were never hung. 

 With no sign of the king or his army, the people began to whisper, it was slow but crawling up the street and toward your castle. You didn’t blame them,  You understood it wasn’t doubt but tradition to have a king by your side. You were more than capable, always had been. 

“Mom?..” 

The voice brought your fingers to a stop, breaking you out of your thoughts. “You keep forgetting to knock, sweetheart.” 

“I did.. 3 times for good measure.” the soft thud of the heavy door closing behind you made a sigh leave your lips. You don’t even remember holding back your breath. 

“Sorry, I must have my head in the clouds..” a chortle left out of you, trying to ease the young girl’s nerves. You feel a warm hand on your shoulder, slowly moving down and looping around your neck. 

“Can I have mine there too?” She asked softly, her embrace warm. You lean back into her hug with a smile. Sometimes when you hear her voice, no matter how feminine.. you think of Childe, his promise not to leave her fatherless. 

“Of course you can..” 

The comfortable silence was kind upon your ears, the window giving you a view of cushions of white that formed. Your eyes closed for a second, basking in the whispers of the snow, and the quiet that lingers in the room. 

“I heard he has armor that makes him appear feet taller.” The younger girl quipped, her head resting on your shoulder. You hummed a response, making her continue, “That he was an enigma. I heard that one from the baker down the market!”

You chuckled but kept your eyes closed, keeping your gestures to a minimum. 

“I also heard.. he won the war .. and he’s coming home..” she lowered her voice, trailing off. It stung the poor girl the same way it made you look over your shoulder to comfort your child. 

But she was barely a child anymore; her stubby little hands were longer and gentle, and her cute babbles had turned to eloquent sentences. Your baby was flourishing right in front of you. 

You gesture for her to sit down on the chair beside your own. There were two chairs, one for you to sew, one for her to watch you. 

“He will come home.” You reassured, your hand squeezing her own to console her. Archons know you need to heal yourself too. 

She didn’t respond, playing with your fingers as if a question weighed heavy on her mind. She has a look similar to yours, a bit lost, a bit hopeless, and impatient. It makes you chuckle, her frustration making her eyes narrow just the way Childe’s did. 

“What is it?” She was surprised to even hear something out of you. 

“Your father was afraid you’d lose any part of him while he was gone.” Your fingers brushed through her hair, reminiscent. “But you’re everything he was and even more.” 

And she was, the charming smile was riddled of her father, the competitive nature that she had, a hunger to succeed—This palace could never make her feel as much yearning as when she looks at the product of their love. 

She was like a ghost, the closest thing you had to Childe. 

She crinkled her nose before softly resting her head on your shoulder. Her hand rested atop of yours with gentle circles soothing you, “We’ve got time.. I’ll make sure to make time..” she whispered, silently watching the tapestry you had sewn. 

And like she said, there was time. You’re used to the routine, working elegantly on a tapestry honoring the king by day and delicately undoing it by night. That’s what you told yourself, that you were delicate with it. 

There were nights you’d go to the tapestry and snag at the ends of the thread. Your head was hot, and the portraits only made this heavy burden you carry grow. Your nails would dig into the craft and tear somewhere as a starting point for tomorrow. Your fingers would burn as you broke into the tapestry, and you’d cry the first few years, but with time, your face would only twist into a scowl. You were angry with the archons; there were times you were angry with Childe, and then there were times when you were angry at yourself for not being strong enough.

You feel the faint breeze of the night, calling for your attention. Slowly, you move to the edge of the open window, letting the scenery call out to you. The sky is a soft blue, the ocean reflecting the bulbous shape of the moon. It brings a sweeping thought each time, so hopeful, and part of you believes it’s naive, yet you know.. Your gut tells you he’s there. 

You rest your chin on your palm, the other clutching your chest as your heartbeat slowed to its normal rhythm. You speak to no one, but surely the sea will deliver it for you, 

“I’ll buy you all the time you need.” 

When your maids ask you why your fingers are tender and your hands have blemishes, you’ll smile and respond,  “I keep assisting in the kitchen; there is no need to worry, ladies.” 

A moon cycle would pass before your daughter bursts into your room, heaving and face red. 

“Sweetheart, what happened–”

“They know.” she gasped out. 

Your eyes widen, flickering to the unfinished tapestry. You look back at her, and although there is fear gnawing at you, your daughter seems petrified that the truth is out. As a mother, you swallow the emotion to ease her own. 

As a queen, you have to prepare for the worst. 

“Know as in speculation?” Your daughter shook her head, struggling to catch her breath. “No. they’re chanting for justice, that–that you owe them, mom–” she’s tripping over her words, making you reach for her hands. You run your thumbs across her hand and soften your tone. “It’s okay. I’ll make a statement.” 

You walk toward the large dining hall, your daughter by your side and fixing her tiara. The roars of anger grew louder as you stood behind the double doors. 

“If I were a man, they would listen to what I say,” your daughter muttered, upset that her own claims get ignored even with her status. 

“Don’t let that stop you from speaking up.” You tuck a stray hair behind her ear, fixing her up just a bit. 

She gives you a worried smile,  letting out a sigh. “Is it going to be okay? We can call for the diplomats and guards to feel more secure–” You chuckle, shaking your head. 

“No, I got it from here.” 

She frowns. “Are you sure?” 

“I wouldn’t let them touch a hair on you.” You smiled and gave her a reassuring nod before turning back to the doors. 

When you pushed them open, there was no silence, but the anger was more than deafening. You could feel the stares gravitate with each step you took, like the center of a bright light. All of the gazes trail back to the princess who walks behind you. 

‘We’ve waited long enough!’ ‘When will there be a king?’ ‘Y/n, make your choice!’ 

‘Justice! Justice! Justice!’ 

‘King is long gone!’ ‘No more delay!’ ‘Y/n who shall be crowned?’ 

A mix of complaints, urgences, and disappointment rang through the hall, and there was no deterring this. You have avoided it long enough. 

You raise your hands only to slowly bring them down, motioning them to quiet down for your response. 

Even when they demand of you, they follow your orders, the yells and chatter growing silent. 

“Gentlemen, I must make an apology to you all. I’ve been grieving my loss with no progress; your impatience is understandable.” 

They're watching you in silence, expectant, their eyes demanding and visually threatening the next words that’ll come out of your mouth. 

You take a deep breath, coming to your only and last option. 

“The man who can string my husband’s prized bow, shoot through 12 axes to the center of this target,” as you speak, your servants are quick on their feet, setting up the axes, foretold if the day were to come of this challenge, to arrange your final act of freedom. 

It took some time before it was set, the men smirking, even chattering between themselves knowingly as if they weren’t each other’s enemy starting from here on out. 

“Will sit at the throne, ruling by my side as king.” Ecstatic cheers echoed through your halls, cocky assumptions without even touching the bow. You watch in silence,  reaching around your neck, and unclipping the ruby that rests on your chest. 

You raise your voice, cutting through the conversations. “It must shatter this ruby, a possession of the king, a gift for me!” Of course, you wouldn’t let any man just replace your husband. 

Some smiles remained, while others scowled at the new requirement. Who were they to complain.. you gave them what they wanted. 

You glance down at the necklace, your heartache just as raw as when you watched his ship depart. 

It was hard to let go of it. But with its destruction, so will your strength and vitality. You’ll succumb to the fate of this very gift. 

You allow the maidens to hang it behind the target, and expectantly, the men gather round hungry for a start, smiling and seething with pride, muscly and boastful. It was a pile of nothing that could compare. 

You’d ask to replace the glimmering ruby waiting to shatter behind the target but you knew your daughter would deal with the consequences. 

Some of these men weren’t men— boys. When it comes to power no one gives a damn. You weren’t even allowed to grieve the king. No, not you. 

You stare blankly at the crowd, tossing the bow with a necessary force, the only glimpse of odious resentment. 

“Do your best, and may the Tsaritsa grant you her strength.” 

It’ll never be enough. 

You watched the first few with little anticipation, the closer one got to the center, the more blood would rush to your head. You didn’t want to guess if it were the nerves that you were right, or that one would eventually manage to shatter your necklace.

“Mother.. if you must, you may leave..” your daughter spoke softly, respectfully around the suitors and maids, her hand on your arm. 

You smile and give her a nod, “That I shall..” your eyes move back to the men, towering, blind mice leading the other. 

You stood up, offering one last look to the suitors before slipping away into your halls. You perch on the window, hearing the birds caw and soar through the skies. For such a gloomy situation, it was a beautiful day. The sun is smiling, the sea is singing, and something about it makes today just so special. 

“Find your daughter.” 

It was a distinct voice, you’d never heard it before. You whip your head back, looking for the source. There was nobody, not a single soul around you. You take a step away from the window, trying to process what or who you heard. 

Is that important? Your gut sinks, and that is enough to drag you back into the dining hall. She’s gone. 

Your eyes dart toward the suitors almost accusingly, although they’re still preoccupied with the task at hand.

Where is she?.. 

A simmering panic settles in, rushing down the halls. You’re used to her disappearing, but never when these men were nearby. It was the one thing you asked of her. 

You’d enter vacant rooms, swift through the kitchen, and the gardens – not a single sight of her has been confirmed. 

Until the sound of shuffling made you stop in place. 

“You piece of shit- let me go!” 

‘Woah there, didn’t know the princess had a dirty mouth,’ a dark chuckle barreled into your bones, your blood running cold. A suitor has already broken off. 

You press your body against the wall, your heart screaming for you to move, your mind and body disagreeing on your next course of action. 

‘Come onnn, I’ll show you just how good being a woman is–’ A loud shriek left the man, and a hard thud echoed, your daughter audibly wincing. 

‘This bitch bit me!’ He barked out, making you turn the corner with swift ease. 

He glares down at your child, the same look reflected up at him. ‘The queen doesn’t need you anyway, I’ll do her a favor’ 

“So kind of you to offer yourself.” It was merely a whisper from you before kicking at the back of his knees, knocking him down in surprise. There was no leeway for him to get up, you straddle his back and grab a handful of hair. 

A harsh yank back before slamming him down against the tiles. 

You heard a groan, your arm like a heavyweight slamming his head right back down with a firm grip. Then you did it with more intent, shoving him to meet the beautiful tiles Childe let you pick. 

He had you picking colors, designs, types of wood, all these small and significant differences to make the castle to your liking. 

“Ohhhh, I think red would look much nicer.” He exasperated, nudging your shoulder. 

“I think it would ruin the atmosphere, neutrals will look best, something warm but not dark, and a design at the center, see my vision?” he didn't respond, his gaze lingered on you.

“What?”

“Nothing. I just like hearing ya.” He gave you a coy smile, making you roll your eyes, but your smile betrayed you. 

“Corny.” You muttered, making him chuckle, “oh? Is that so? Let me show you what’s really corny—“ he grabbed you by your waist, lifting you higher in his arms, earning a yelp and fits of laughter.

You always thought he had a way of getting what he wanted, but he never attempted to with you. 

Getting you had been enough. 

“Mom! That’s enough!” 

Your face felt hot, your knuckles white as they continued to rock the man’s head into the tiles, the cruel crunch and thick liquid audible. 

The warm droplets falling on your hand, you were heaving. You’ve been crying with a rage that had been begging to come out. It got the best of you. 

His nose was flattened, disfigured. He was surely dead, with the features melting into the other, you finally let go. 

This random guy had just proven your point why red floors would’ve been a terrible idea, it makes the place more solemn. 

“We— We have to go —“ screams could be heard from the dining hall. The sound of scattering, fear, and anger fell upon the halls of your home. 

You stumbled back up, picking up the ends of your dress, the fur at the bottom uneven as you lifted it. “Upstairs, go— go!-“ Your daughter's reflexes kicked in, finally standing up from where she had been previously thrown. 

The noises from the dining hall erupted out into the corridors, screams from men spilling through the castle. You watch as your daughter rushes toward the main stairs, picking up the ends of her dress and sprinting upward. You follow behind, staggering to glance back at the chaos. 

You caught glimpses of the suitors, the higher you climbed, the more you could see their bodies decorating your floors. Your tiles were drowned in a scarlet red that resembled your carpets. Whatever had come through, its aim is deadly, ruthless even. 

“Where do I–” You grab her by the hand, tugging her toward your room. It was the safest option up there, an emergency exit carved due to Childe’s persistence. If Childe were to come back.. His castle would have been overrun, his home in shambles from the inside. 

There was no time to think about it. 

“It’s a threat, isn’t it? Someone has gone rogue.”Your daughter lets out a sigh,  running her fingers through her hair, trying to comb the situation. 

“It was bound to happen, right? – No one is willing to let it go- Mom, you knew it would get this bad? Right? –” 

You were busy bolting from corner to corner, a woven bag in your hand as you placed valuables inside. The truth is, you never thought of stalling this long. You didn’t think you had to. Somewhere along the way, you had to realize that you needed a way out. 

“Mom!” Her voice was trembling, making you stop for just a moment. You tie a knot on the bag, your words hard to push out. 

“I didn’t want to do it.” You pause, placing the bag on your bed. “I didn’t plan to wait so long, or that I’d be relying on my gut, I didn’t plan to be this helpless.” You did everything to your wits' end.  Extended grieving, openly abstaining, distractions around Snezhnaya that’ll keep the buzz long enough, the tapestry, the challenge, everything. 

You look toward her, clutching the bag close, “You don’t need to worry, I’ll take care of the rest here..” She looked at you suspiciously, “What do you mean–”

The rustling down the halls, doors being slammed open with the echo travelling down the halls. 

“I mean, there is no time. You will leave. Uncle Teucer will receive you, and– and you let him know that the throne has been defied.” Her face dropped, shaking her head, “No I can’t leave–” 

The closer the slamming got, the less time there, and the groans of anguish from the bottom grew faint. 

You urged her into the large closet, her retaliations falling silent, her eyes trembling with fear not for herself but for you. 

“If you don’t hear me anymore– listen, you don’t hear my voice, you break at the stone, there should be an open space leading to the dock. Don’t wait too long for me.” 

She’s struggling to speak, only able to tug you close for a hug. Finally, she breaks down in tears, hugging you so close as if you were to vanish. 

“I’ll meet you there, sweetheart. It’ll be okay,” you coo, running your bruised hand through her hair, combing her sobs to silence. You don’t know how long you remained that way, this woman shrinking in your embrace, like when she would hide in your arms from the harsh storms at a young age. 

You didn’t want to alarm her. 

You give her one tight squeeze before letting go, closing the doors for her safety. The thudding was growing louder. 

You press your body against the large door, collecting yourself the best way you can. You rush to the bed, time is trailing at your feet, and every decision you’ve made has led to this. You kneel to reach for the familiar bronze-headed spear. It was yours in your days of traveling, one you used before settling down to become queen. 

You never thought you’d have to use it this soon.

The door barricaded you, the harsh thuds as someone—or something tried to gain access. You prepared yourself, kissing your wedding ring while aiming the spear right ahead. 

You’ll die serving your people. You'll die protecting your baby. You’ll die if you have to. 

The door didn’t hold out for much longer, crashing open with a slam to the ground. Your eyes are trained on the dust, aiming back with your arm. Your heart thrums in your ears, pumping loudly through your head.. 

You’re scared, but not enough to surrender. 

“I don’t care who you are. Retreat.” You couldn’t hide the tremble in your voice, pointing directly at the gouged-out area where your door once was. 

The anonymous figure walked forward, making you do the same. Your arm lifted higher, ready to strike down.

“Back off.” 

The dust settled down, wanting to show you a gift,  to reveal a face you have yearned to meet again. Bloodied, with fresh wounds, and with clothes torn at certain points. But alive. 

“Ajax?” 

The spark in his eyes was gone, and the coy smile you were always greeted with looked impossible with how he barged into your bedroom. 

“(Y/n)..” It was barely audible, making your back straighten, your eyes scanning every feature. He looked different, so.. so tired. 

His gaze was dull, signs of aging riddled across his face,  scars where there were none before, a frown where there never used to be one, his gear tattered, and the helmet was missing altogether. He looked like Childe, 

But signs of what he was once were out of sight. 

You watch him silently again, slowly reaching your hand out to him, trying to touch his face.  

“Is it really you??” 

He didn’t smile, but a long sigh left his lips, his shoulders loosening at the sight of you. “I couldn’t break it.” He hoarsely spoke, evading your touch by placing the very ruby necklace you left back in your hand. Intact. 

Your eyes softened, unable to stop yourself from clutching it close. “Thank you.. I’ve missed you–” your free hand extends up, trying to cup his face. 

He flinches back, stiffening at your attempt. You furrow your brows, your hand in the air, waiting to be accepted. 

“Ajax. . .” your fingers moved just a bit, his eyes flickering over to them with unsurity. 

He looked hesitant to breathe; his eyes were dim but hopeful to be in front of you again. “I’m a bad person. You know that.. right?” He muttered, his eyes trained on your hand before going back up to your face. 

You look at him in confusion, whispering back, “What do you mean?” 

“I killed so many people... I’ve had blood on my hands from the moment I left you.” He breathes in as if he were to shatter, like he didn’t pull himself from the depths of solitude to stand in front of you again.

“I’m nothing that you should accept. You deserve someone better, someone who didn’t crush others, someone who can be warm.” He grabs your hand, pressing it to his chest, silently requesting that you feel his heartbeat. 

It was irregular, beating in a rhythm you still recognized. 

“Did you go into war thinking you wouldn’t?” You asked softly, not sure how to approach his emotions, there’s turmoil he carries, and in sight it awakens the dormant ones he left here, with his child and wife. 

“I’ll taint you.” He tried to reaffirm as if it would stop you from clutching his skin, a fist forming against his chest. 

“Aren’t we all?” He tore away from you, shaking his head, “I betrayed many, I watched my men die, I couldn’t save a single one, y/n I am not worthy of a thing.. Especially not you.” He paused, narrowing his eyes at the ground, then back toward you, “I’m not who you think I am.” 

You stare at him silently. He’s not going to budge, you’ve never seen him so tormented by his past. He’s suffered greatly from the moment you knew him, and he was bloodthirsty for experience and adventure. But not like this; 

“Fine. You’re not.” 

His frown deepened, frozen in place. “In that case, grant me one last wish,” you muttered, looking down at the necklace in your palm. 

You dangled it, stretching your arm out towards him. “Take this and bury it. Far, far away, it is a rock that deserves rest.” Any ounce of exhaustion on his face was replaced with shock. 

Then anger. Hurt. 

“You .. You serious?” His voice was barely a whisper, looking at you with disbelief. 

“It took me days to make this happen— I gave that to you as a promise, you know that? From the same stone you held out to me!” His earring still remained on his ear, the only thing of his that wasn’t completely damaged. The beautiful ruby was split in two, jewelry that remains with both of you.

“I gave that to you before our wedding day. I traveled everywhere and this was for you!” He was yelling; his hand pressed to his chest, 

“You know that as a queen, you can’t get rid of something like this!” His voice was raw, he looked like he might genuinely burst into a rage of tears.

Tears brimmed at the corners of your eyes, the loss of youth, the loss of time. His loss. “I’m your wife first!” 

You endured countless comments, Loneliness, parenthood, and grief from the moment the sun arose to the dawn where you still lie awake in a pitiful nightmare. 

“The sea won’t take you, the soldiers won’t take you, not even the archons can take you—“ you roughly grab his hands and press them to your heart the same way he did to you. He doesn’t dare look at you, struggling to process your words.

“You’re not at war, I’m not war! Don’t fight for me when you’ve had me all along— Ajax, I’m commanding you to look at me!” The faucet started on its own. Somewhere along the way, you managed to break his.  You watch the life in his eyes color in, unable to hide how nice it felt to see it again. 

“I’ll be your right hand until my bones cave to this dirt. Do you hear me? I would wait and wait, wait to see you in flesh or when I dissolve because I’m yours.” 

He’s always been a bit broken, but so are many; the difference is this man has been stripped of the very pride you adored. And if it took you till old age to rebuild him, then that’ll be your fate. 

“I will always be yours.” 

His eyes softened, a cry of sorts leaving his lips as he pulled you into a hug. You hold on to him, your fingers holding him so close just to make sure he won’t disappear. Sobs leave your body, and he reassures you with soft words, apologizing for your wait, while you continue to reply with apologies for his journey. 

He cupped your face, tear-streaked and reddened. You didn’t wait for a cue; you leaned forward, meeting his lips with a tender kiss. He pulled you closer, feverishly tasting you.  It’s been too long. 

His hands ran over your body, tracing every curve he had memorized from the moment he left. You run your fingers through his hair, reminding yourself that he was right in front of you. You’d break away for a breath, and he found it as a sign to kiss you again, leaving you lightheaded, urgent. 

Finally, he pulled away, out of breath. His eyes were warm, and his thumb brushed against your cheek. He pressed his forehead against yours, “I’m sorry,” he muttered. 

You smile, closing your eyes. It’s been too long. 

“Never be sorry.” 

. 

.

. 

You kept your promise to your sweet girl. Heading to the dock the same way she went. Childe hadn’t said anything, but he held your hand firmly, fingers enlaced. That was all you needed. 

Considering all that's been damaged, the sun does seem brighter, the sea a lot quieter today. Blood that’s been shed doesn’t compare to the soaring high in your chest. 

Walking down the wooden trail, you tug him toward the docking area. 

You told her to leave, and surely you should believe she left. 

But there she was in the cold. Silently waiting, sitting at the edge of the dock. It’s the most silence she’s gotten in a while, you can’t blame her. 

You feel Childe grip your hand harder, his eyes wide at the sight of the girl. 

“Sweetheart,” you said softly, making the girl jump in surprise. She glances back, a look of relief crossing her features. Her eyes then flickered to Childe, her brows furrowing, scrambling to get up to get a better look.

“Father?..” she whispered, a question, almost a request. 

He opens his arms, trembling to hold up. 

“I’m home.” 

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kiss it better

ஐ ft. childe

ஐ summary. you told your boyfriend you'll kiss his bruises better, so what happens when his dick aches too?

ஐ warnings. (N)SFW, mdni, fem!reader, deep throating , dirty talk, fem. pet names. 1.2k words

ஐ notes. if i make a blowjob mini series, who would u wanna see!

truthfully, you dont even know how you ended up here; childe supporting his weight against the bathroom sink counter and you kneeling in between his legs, knees cushioned by the bath mat. 

“babbbyyy,” he drawls out with a pout, breaking you out of your thoughts. he teasingly pushes the head of his hard cock against your face, leaky tip smearing precum against your cheek, “you said you wanted to kiss it better, right? you said you’ll kiss everything that was hurting me, didn’t you angel?” 

you huff at him, “i was talking about your bruised face and your knuckles, you perv! i didn't know you would get hard from just a small kiss on your cheek!” 

he scoffs and rolls his eyes, “a perfectly natural reaction to your kisses, i believe. now c’mon give it a kiss, it hurts way more than any of these bruises do,” he says while flashing his boyish grin at you.

you roll your eyes at him before letting a glob of spit fall into the palm of your hand while maintaining eye contact with the harbinger. the lewd sight making childe’s eyes instantly haze with lust as he gently combs the hair out of your face and into a makeshift ponytail so he can see better.

you take his cock into your hands and lightly work up and down his length, making sure to twist your wrist when nearing his tip. the slick sounds and childe’s light groans sending a shock of arousal straight to your clit. 

his dick twitches with impatience in your hold, “angel, don't tease,” he huffs. “you have no idea how good you look right now. be good for me, baby c’mon, kiss it, it hurts,” he near whines while his grip on your hair tightens, making your breath hitch. 

looking up at him with lust filled eyes, your tongue pokes out to kitten lick at the bead of pre-cum oozing from his slit before planting a wet and exaggerated mwah on his swollen tip. 

childe grins from above you, blue iris nearly swallowed up by his blown out pupils. “s’cute, princess, fuck such a good girl, aren’t you?” 

you hollow your cheeks sucking on his tip while you hum in agreement. the vibrations causing his hips to buck into your mouth a little, making you both moan out. 

“mmmh, the base hurts too, baby. you wanna try kissing it there too, hm?” 

 you pull him out of your mouth with a wet plop, your hand replacing your tongue as you circle your palm around his sensitive head, making his jaw clench tight. 

“can’t reach back there without your help, ajax,” you pout up at him. 

he swears he nearly blows his load from how cute you look saying such a dirty sentence.

“oooh shit,” he breathes out a small laugh, “you want me to help you reach, pretty girl?” he coos, “i’ve got you, baby, say ahhh.” 

“ahhhhh,” you maintain eye contact while opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue, giving him a little show as your hands come up to lightly rake your nails along his thigh. 

he grips the base of his cock as he lightly taps his sensitive head against your tongue a couple times, smirking to himself at the obscene plap, plap sounds. 

he stands away from the sink counter to give himself more stability as he inches his long cock into your mouth, hands gripping your hair tight to keep your head still. 

“o-oh, fuck,” he curses under his breath as he feels your hot tongue drag further and further down the underside of his shaft. his mushroom tip hits the back of your throat, throat constricting around him tightly as you choke around him. 

“a-ah! mhm that’s it, sweet girl, just relax f’me,” he lightly thrusts, slowly letting your throat adjust to him. “breathe baby, you’re doing so well. just a lil’ more, ugh making me feel so much better, aren't you, pretty?” 

you look up at him with tear dotted eyelashes, eyes glazed over with need, head a little fuzzy from the lack of oxygen. 

“a-almost there, mmh- such a good girl, yeah? doing such a good job kissin’ on me like this.”

his constant praise making you squeeze your thighs together, feeling the wetness pool in your own underwear, making a sticky mess. 

you whine needily around him, desperate to feel his cum down your throat already. taking a hand away from his thighs to play with his balls, giving them a light squeeze, trying to encourage him to go a bit faster. his breath hitches at the feeling of your gentle touch, feeling the white hot pleasure build at the base of his spine.

“o-oh shit-! big breath angel, ngh- gonna kiss the base for me? gonna make it feel all better, hm?” he slurs out, drunk off the feeling of making a mess out of your throat.

you take in a quick greedy inhale of air through your nose, your hands making their way back to his thighs, digging your nails into his toned flesh. his fingers, twisted in your hair, push your head forward to meet his thrusts, his flushed tip nestled deep between the tight walls of your throat. 

“f-fuck! mmmmh-! ooh sh-shit!” 

feeling your throat struggle to accommodate his dick as it flexes and constricts around him forces him to immediately shoot white ropes of cum down your throat, head tilted up towards the ceiling with his eyes squeezed shut, teeth gritted together.

your lips meet the skin of the base of his cock in sloppy open mouth kisses as his hips stutter against your throat making you both moan out obscenely. 

“r-right there, oooh goooood girl. good. fuckin’. girl.” he punctuates each praise with short plunges in your throat before gently pulling his softening cock out of your mouth. 

throat finally free of the obstruction, you slump to the floor as you cough and swallow lungfuls of fresh air, fucked out tears and saliva smudged along your face. 

recovering quickly, he wets a hand towel before crouching down to meet you on the floor, gently wiping down your face. 

“s’good for me, baby. did so good, made me feel so much better, pretty. only you could make me feel like that, hm?” he showers you in praise as he cleans you up, grinning at you when he notices a small dopey smile come through on your lips as you catch your breath. 

“alright, upsy daisy, can't let my girl sit here on the cold tile now, can i?” he scoops you up into his strong arms as he lifts you up bridal style off the bathroom floor. entering your bedroom, he lays you down gently on the plush covers of the bed. 

he has a lovesick smile painted on his face as he pets your hair, watching your breathing slow back down to normal. reaching over you to litter your face in small kisses, you breathlessly giggle at his silly display of aftercare. you open your eyes to peek up his beaming face. 

“theeeere’s my princess! you rest here for a sec, i’ll go make some hot tea. i already know your voice is gonna sound a little fucked out,” he giggles. 

“ajax!” you hoarsely whisper shout at him, weakly swatting at his arm. his boyish laugh fills the room as he bounces up from the bed to hurry into the kitchen. 

“you stay there and rest for a second! it’ll be your turn when i get back!” 

[endlessdreamworld]

A Snezhnayan Homecoming

Childe X F!Reader

cw: not sfw, cunnilingus, edging, sexual frustration, frustration of a general nature

“I want to make you family.” You could still hear the whispers of his sweet proposal in your dreams, since it’s one of the last few good memories you still remember vividly enough to cling to. The joy you once shared has long since trickled through your exhausted and cold fingers. How were you supposed to know that becoming family meant you would be shipped off to Snezhnaya? Tartaglia, or rather Ajax as you call him now, asked you to let him introduce you to all of his relatives. You are, after all, his soon to be bride, and it was only appropriate for you to meet everyone.

You sigh and stare out the window. The family home was indeed everything he said it was and nothing less. Teucer was so excited to show you his Mr. Cyclops collection and calling you ‘Big Sister’ as he pulled you around by your hand. His mother went out of her way to learn as much about you as you would let her so you would feel right at home. In exchange, she taught you some traditional Snezhnayan dishes to bond over. The building itself was a lavish, well built mansion, and kept everyone warm even during the coldest, angriest winters no matter how ferociously they raged. It was also large enough where everyone had their own space. Even if they no longer lived there, this was the home they could always come back to. You never wanted for anything, or at least nothing material – a perk of being engaged to someone who was richer than God. But the one thing you wanted more than anything, your future husband, was nowhere to be found. 

When you were together in Liyue, you noticed how much time he spends writing letters back home. Back then you thought it was sweet and admirable. Now? It’s the only thing keeping you sane, since you’re the one waiting for them. You think about rereading some of your prior letters, but you settle on staring out the window like the heartbroken maiden that you are. He said he’d be back soon, and he doesn’t lie about that sort of thing. Frustrated, you pick up one of the pillows on your to-be-marital bed and throw it down onto the mattress just to blow off steam.

You hated him. You stared down at the pillow and couldn’t help but imagine him laying in your bed, sprawled out with a cocky little smirk on his dumb face. His stupid little lips mouthing ‘Good job’ to praise you for managing to throw him onto the bed. You punch your pillow in frustration, picturing his face. You hated that you know he would probably like it. You hated him. Of course you loved him too. But right now? You hated that you loved him. Finally, when your ire has died down, you give the pillow a kiss. Maybe it was a little embarrassing, but it wasn’t fair that he left you here. Everyone is truly wonderful to you just like Ajax said they would be, but you missed him so much your bones burned under your skin. Frustrated and unfulfilled, you fell asleep.

You wake up in the middle of the night in desperate need for a glass of water. When you go to sit up you notice it’s a bit more difficult than you were expecting. Something heavy feels like it’s weighing down. Soft almost imperceivable laughter lingered in the air. You grope around in the dark and feel an unmistakable swath of hair, and yank on it. “Ow!” That oh so familiar voice protested playfully. “I missed you too…” As much as you wanted to be happy, it was difficult. Why didn’t he wake you up? Doesn’t he have any idea how much you’ve missed him? You reached around onto your nightstand to grab the cup of water you have to spare you the midnight walk to the kitchen, and dumped it on him.

“What’s wrong with you?! Why didn’t you wake me up?” You whisper angrily. Everyone was asleep, and the last thing you wanted to do was wake everyone up. Your distress, however, was palpable even though your words could never measure up to how you were feeling inside. Light airy laughter quickly faded away into a concerned silence and it was suffocating. “It’s like you don’t even miss me!” You feel like you’re about to cry. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” The battle with your tears is quickly turning into a losing one.

“Well, I had a very good reason,” Ajax soothed you. He threw his arm over your shoulder to pull you close once more – although the situation was a little bit awkward since you soaked him, the covers, as well as the mattress. “It’s because I like watching you sleep.”

“That’s not a good reason,”You groan into his shoulder. “You’re the worst.” “I’m a real bad guy, huh?” his hands play with your hair. “I worry about things like that when I’m off in Liyue. Whether you’re sleeping enough, whether you’re healthy.” “Yeah but you’re never here, so even a few more minutes would be a difference for me that you can’t even begin to imagine. I wish you missed me even a quarter as much as I mis–” He cut you off with a kiss so ravenous it made your lips sting.

He didn’t pull away, and just regarded your form with open eyes – something he did when he was looking for answers to give you.

Ajax eventually pulled enough to touch foreheads with you. “I miss you so much, you can’t even begin to imagine. But I guess I was a little greedy tonight. Moments where I can see you sleeping peacefully? It’s paradise – truly my greatest joy, and it’s something I can never ever get enough of.” He strokes your cheek, hoping it’ll ease your pain at least a little bit. “But it seems like I failed you as your soon-to-be-husband, and we can’t have that now, can we?”

Ajax suddenly rolled you onto your back, and regarded you from above. “What kind of man would I be if I let you believe I didn’t miss you every single second of every day?” He kissed you once more, but much more briefly this time. His gaze swept over you in a way that felt nothing short of utterly dangerous. “So, I guess I’ll just have to do a very good job reminding you just how much I miss you. First, we need to get rid of this.” His arm snaked under your nightgown, and swiftly pulled it over your head and off of you. “Don’t you want to be close to me?” 

Ajax crushed your lips with his own once more, starving for you. His eyes remained open the whole time, darting around parts of you. You realized you would rather shut your eyes right now. It’s obvious he’s figuring out exactly how to remind you, and you didn’t want to know what he had in mind. “Feeling shy now all of a sudden?” He whispered into your ear and dragged your hair upwards to get access to your shoulders. His fingers traced along your collarbone. Ajax took a hold of one of your hands, and placed the palm of it on his cheek. He took a hold of the other one and kissed your fingers and wrist. Tonight was a rare clear night in Snezhnaya. The stars were bright and the moon was unobscured by the usual clouds seen in Snezhnaya giving you a clear picture of exactly how he was looking at you with your hands holding his face like a living frame. It was a sight that you couldn’t tell if you’d rather run away or get eaten, but it was certainly one you would never forget.

But the choice was stolen from you the moment Ajax sucked on the soft skin at the base of your neck, making a wet squelching noise as he did. Your senses were quickly becoming overwhelmed on all fronts. Now that you were liberated from the burden of your nightgown, you were entirely naked. He trailed his hand up the side of your torso. It made you shiver so much, you threw your arms around his shoulders just to ease you through the sensation. Ajax chuckled, and you could feel the air tickle your eyelashes. “Here I thought you were going to put up more of a fight…” He brushed the back of his fingers over your quickly hardening nipples. “But I like this face you make so much that I can’t feel disappointed.” He bit down onto your ear, and began circling the tip of your nipple with his index finger.

“And the noises you make,” he inhales sharply and his whole body shivered, “drive me crazy.” Something he’s said so many times, but you’ve never believed it more than today. “As much as I want to make you sing, it wouldn’t be good to wake everyone up. So, try your best to be good.” Your nerves were fried. Your hair was standing on end. You wanted to run. Your heart was pounding in your chest, but most importantly, you definitely felt like you were sorely missed. Ajax slid down the bed without removing his hand which diligently worked towards giving you an unforgettable night. He pushed one of your thighs off to the side so he could get a good look at you. Your weeping cunt was a welcome sight – one he couldn’t help but sigh in satisfaction at. He looked up at you and gave you the usual smirk that made you miss him so much you wanted to rip your hair out some days and it was like your heart did a backflip. Your respite was only temporary. He swiftly licked his index and middle finger and dove into you. His thumb rubbed steady circles on your clit, and you had to cover your mouth to stifle your erupting moans. It’s a dance you’ve performed so many times, but one you would never ever tire of. 

You clasp your hands over your mouth, as he stroked you with focus and purpose. He kissed your thigh and gently laid his head against it, able to navigate around your shaking hips and undisturbed by your suddenly thrashing limbs. He could feel you were close, he knew you well enough. So, just like that he stopped. Everything stopped, and he looked at you with that cocky grin and you just wanted to punch him. He winked at you as if able to read your mind. “Won’t it be more fun and memorable if I don’t make it easy for you.”

You groaned. “Aww don’t be like that,” he lowered his head between your legs and gave your swollen clit some sorely needed love. You grip at the bed sheets. Anytime he’s got his head between your legs, he’s so excited to ruin you. Your body reacts accordingly, and your back arches as if by instinct.

“I’ve missed you so much,” you whisper. Ajax grabs a hold of your thighs and pulls you a bit closer. He angles your hips upwards, to make it much harder for you to get away.

His mouth drops to you once more, and you grip onto the sheets – the covers – anything. You needed him so much, so fucking much and he’s here – he’s finally here. Your toes curl, and – he stops. Of course he does. Why wouldn’t he? You swipe at him. “Oooh kitten’s got claws,” he teased. 

“Just say you hate me and get it over with,” you whine.

“That’s not it at all.” He smirked down at you, enjoying your frustrated red face. “You want to cum? Not until I say you’re ready.” He said, and slid his fingers inside of you once more. It didn’t take long to get you teetering on the edge, and you had forgotten yourself for a moment. “Shhh, be good.” He placed his index finger against your lips to encourage you. You kissed it happily.

“I’m close, so close so so –” You felt like you were going crazy.

“I don’t think you’re ready yet,” he reminds you. You whine in exasperation. “You’re almost ready, so how about a countdown?” You don’t really have a choice.

Ajax picks up the pace, but not before laying his head against your thigh once more. “ten, nine, eight,” you cover your mouth and shut your eyes. “seven, six, five,” His rhythm is steady and his touch is focused. It feels so good to have him inside of you like this again. You wonder if it feels like home for him too. “four, three, two,” he laughs. “two, two, twoo.” You feel like you’re going to lose your mind. “Twooo… and one.” 

Your vision goes white, you can’t breathe, and pure ecstasy washes through every inch of every vein and every artery, leaving nothing untouched. 

After what felt like an eternity, your mind clears up and you notice Ajax’s fingers were placed over your mouth with a surprised look on his face. You give his fingers a swift kiss. “I uh – was I being too loud?”

“We’re lucky I’ve got such incredible reflexes or you would have woken up every single person in the house.”

You continued to kiss his fingers. “Thank you.”

“It’s so good to be back, you know?” He pushed you down onto the bed once more. “I’ve missed you so much.” He gripped his cock in one hand and spread you open once more. You weren’t sure you were ready to go again, but what you were sure of is that you didn’t really have a choice. Ajax thrusted into you from tip all of the base in a single thrust. You covered your mouth, but you quickly readjusted because you had to hold onto him with the way he was fucking you. Your ecstatic moans were leaking through. “Shhhh,” he quieted you but not before fucking you even harder. Your eyes rolled back in your head. Ajax covered your mouth with one hand, and brushed aside your hair with the other. He laid tender kisses along every inch of you while he fucked you into the mattress. “So g– hnnn ghh. So good. I missed you so much,” you muttered into his fingers.

At the breakfast table the following morning. “Ajax is your bride-to-be joining us for breakfast today?”

He smiled and covered his face with the back of his hand, sheepishly. “I got back pretty late and we were up all night talking, so she’s sleeping in. I’ll bring her something later though.”

[crazyoffher]

PARANOID.

wednesday addams x fem!reader

summary: wednesday becomes what one would call "jealous" and the only way to get her to stop is through confession.

warnings: none.

word amount: 2300+

a/n: this is a rewrite of my old wednesday fic "jealousy doesn't suit me well" (old version now archived)

Ajax, a gorgon boy, was somebody that you considered your best friend. He was one, if not the most energetic person you’ve met beside Enid. You loved him dearly, seeing as he was the only person willing to even sit next to you in class when you first started at Nevermore, and your friendship with him quickly grew.

In present time, you hung out with a newcomer in the same year as you, a deathly Wednesday Addams, more than you hung out with Ajax. He understood well, seeing as your crush on the monotone girl grew like wildfire and he was distancing himself from you too, finding his time consumed by day-to-day dealing with his own crush.

A nice, peculiar girl by the name of Enid Sinclair, but God, did she have to annoy you that much? You knew she only ever meant well, so you tolerated her for the sake of Wednesday and Ajax.

As the months drew closer to summer, you made a pact with the gorgon that you would hang out with him a lot more for the sake of friendship, homework, and crushes. That put a toll on Enid, constantly being cornered by the girl and swearing to make pinky promises that you weren’t sneakily getting with him, which you mentally gagged at the thought of.

He was a nice guy. Well groomed, kind-hearted, intelligent, and attractive, but he just wasn’t for you. After all, your eyes grew into hearts only for one psychotic goth girl.

On the topic of her, your constant hanging out didn’t only affect Enid, but Wednesday too, the girl seemingly more sullen and dead-eyed when you’d drop by her dorm to say goodnight after spending the entire day with Ajax. She constantly bombared you with questions…

“Where were you?”

“Were you alone with him?”

“Why do you feel the need to constantly be in his presence?”

And every time, you’d give her the same answer.

“I can’t tell you.”

That wasn’t a lie, you genuinely couldn’t for the life of your own sanity and Ajax’s. She’d shut up after your responses, to your surprise, and give you a small goodbye before shutting the door in your face.

You felt bad, and you’d only hope your plan would work out in the end. Your shreds of hope being thin didn’t ever help your nerves as the days passed by like television calendar montages, paper after paper being discarded because you just couldn’t form your emotions right.

In the present timeline, your head was lulled down as you made your way through the halls of Ophelia, walking down the pathway mindlessly with your feet stuttering a bit as if you were a drunkard. Your hand rummaged in your pants, desperately trying to get a grip on the slippery key, and you shut your eyes in contentment when you pulled the metallic object out of your pocket.

“Finally.” A mutter was vocalized from nobody but you, rubbing your eyes with your other hand from your need for rest as you trudged up to your dorm room door, the space empty as your former roommate had recently faced expulsion for a reason that was still classified as unknown. You shoved the key into the lock with might, hand clasping over your mouth as you let out a deep yawn, feet stuttering once more into the room.

You were tired, but even saying that was an understatement. You felt close to death, your classes taking their normal toll on you, and you knew you shouldn’t have agreed to help Eugene get his bees in control at the tiring hour of 5:30 a.m. It had been nineteen hours since you had awakened, and last time you checked, that wasn’t a good thing in your books.

The bright lights lit up the room immediately after flipping the switch, verbally groaning, and shutting your eyes as you walked further into the room. You soon faced your closet, squinting your eyes as you searched for a fresh pair of pajamas, but your eyes flew open, and you let out a small yelp at the voice coming from the other side of the room.

“Back so late?”

“Fuck, Wednesday!” You jumped, your hands flying to your chest in an attempt to calm your breathing. Through your widened eyes, you noticed the girl sitting on your former roommate's bed, hands intertwined and set on her lap, her posture straight, and her eyes bored into your figure. “You are aware it’s midnight, right? What’re you doing here?”

“I could only presume you were aware of the time too.” Wednesday stood up, her posture still straight, and she walked toward your study desk, fixing up the mess that consisted of pencils and papers strewn out. “Curfew was two hours ago.”

You grabbed a plain black shirt from your closet, turning to give her a quick ‘really?’ look. “Yes, because I bet you care so much about curfew. Need I remind you of the times you forced me to break the rules last year?” The gothic girl didn’t reply, shuffling your papers into one thick stack.

“It was for commendatory reasoning. I know nothing about your trips; carry on the fact that you prefer to keep them private, but I can assure myself that what it is that you’re breaking curfew for isn’t an adequate reason.” She spoke calmly, well-paced, and formally; you could only mentally snarl at her quick-wittedness.

You moved to your drawers, pulling out the first pair of shorts that revealed themselves. Wednesday faced you now, her eyes never leaving your figure as she awaited a response from you. Her eyes were filled with their normal sense of death and destruction, but almost had a small glint of… sadness?

“And yet,” you started off, shutting the drawer closed and throwing the clothes on your bed, “here you are, in my dorm instead of yours. If you’re going to berate me for rebelling against a simple curfew, at least don’t be a hypocrite about it.” 

“What were you doing today?” She disregarded your words; her body leaned against your study desk, and your head turned to face her, eyes unconsciously raking over her body from her shoulders to her legs. “It’s like you want to hear the same answer every time.”

“I’d rather not.” She pushed herself off your desk, the lingering of your eyes over her body not going unnoticed, a small smirk begging to form against her lips. “I was hoping to get a different answer from you—the truthful one, you could call it.”

“The truthful one?” You questioned. She did a curt nod, her bangs jumping slightly from the movement. “Fine. I went to Séance Society at 1:30, Archery Club at 2:30, and then Ajax and I went into town. We stopped at the Weathervane for coffee and to do homework, then we walked around before we went to a corner store to buy snacks. We waddled all the way back to the school grounds, and here I am.”

At the end of your sentence, you pointed to your shoes, marking your location. Wednesday only sucked her teeth, taking a step forward before crossing her arms. “And?”

Your lips thinned, with dimples popping out at the action, and you tried your hardest not to create an outburst. You questioned how you'd managed to develop a crush on her when she drives you crazy. “That’s it. Why do you care so much?”

Wednesday’s expression didn’t change, but she was having a mental battle with figuring out an excuse to say that would sound like her. “You are my friend, and I care about my friends.” That didn’t sound like her at all. “I must know your whereabouts at all times for your safety.”

“Bullshit.” You stated, your gaze now fixed on her. “You wouldn’t ever admit that, meaning that those words were an on-the-spot lie-”

“Well, we’re not on the topic of me right now.” She interrupted, annoyance lacing her voice at your accusations—your true accusations. “We’re conversing about you and your secrecy. Tell me what you do with him; I’m not asking anymore.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, and you let out an agitated huff at her sternness. Your mind was in a battle, deciding whether today was the day or if you should just tell her half the truth. Would Ajax kill you? Maybe, but your confidence was at an all-time low, and you had no other options.

“Ajax’s been discussing with me a... uhm, sort of... plan about Enid. Ajax has a crush on her, and we’ve been figuring out a way for him to, er, confess his feelings to her so they can date. Yeah…” 

God, did you suck at lying, and Wednesday could see right through you. She advanced toward you this time, and from the distance between the two of you, you could see the mixed emotions welling up in her gaze. “What else?”

“Wh-that’s it, Wednesday. I swear-”

“But your swears mean nothing.” Ouch. “You couldn’t hold eye contact with me; your words were faltering; your fingers were itching at your arm; and your voice was half an octave higher. I firmly believe you are truthful in your speech about Ajax and Enid, but you’re lying to me about it being the whole truth.”

You gulped, your brain shredding under her gaze, and you thought hard. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5-

“Fine!” You huffed, stomping to the front door and crouching down to pick up the bag that you left. Wednesday would rather die than admit that she mentally flinched at your tone, watching as you ruffled around in the bag before pulling out a journal.

“Now is not the time to ask for my help on your homework, (Y/L/N).” You shook your head at her words, walking back to where you stood before and opening up the journal on a random page. Inside that page was a folded piece of paper, and your fingers twitched as you went to pick it up.

To say your nerves were at their peak would be a trivialization when you looked up and saw Wednesday standing directly in front of you, staring at you with narrowed eyes. You drew your hand out in her direction, silently telling her to take the paper, which she did not. “What is that?”

“Read it and find out. Not today, though! Tomorrow seems like a goo-” Wednesday took the paper, carelessly opening it, and her eyebrows scrunched when she saw how much was written. She looked up at you with curious eyes, not preparing to be outside your dorm room with the door slammed in her face a couple of seconds later.

You sank into the door, hands over your face, and you screamed, the sounds of embarrassment muffled. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” You repeated, bolting away from the door, settling into your chair, and gasping for air. You sat there for about thirty seconds, though it felt like hours, when a knock was placed on the door.

"Y/N, open the door," Your ears pick up Wednesday's voice, which is quieter than you anticipated and infused with a rare warmth. She sounded sincere rather than irritated or sarcastic.

You took a deep breath, getting up from your chair and going to unlock the door while swallowing your anxiety and peering out to see Wednesday's frustrated expression.

"Look, I know this is unexpected," you started in a voice that was shaking. ”However, what I stated in that letter is real. Wednesday, I've liked you for a while.”

It was like a major weight was taken off of your shoulders. You had finally confessed to the girl you’d been chasing for over a year, and you watched a battle happen through her eyes, multiple emotions mixed in her mind and overdosing her brain.

There’s a slight shift in Wednesday's mood, and you can see the turmoil in her eyes. "I do not understand why you would think that about me. I'm not exactly the easiest person to be around," she acknowledged, her tone containing a hint of vulnerability. Your eyes softened at her words, a pang of sympathy coursing through you for the girl. 

She had been so despised, so targeted, even if most of it was her fault, that it broke her down — broke her mindset down into believing that she was unlovable, even by her friends.

You take a step forward, your attention fixed on her. "You may not realize it, Wednesday, but you are incredible. You're powerful and unique, and I respect how you remain loyal to yourself regardless of what people say. Your willingness to go against standards intrigues me."

Her usually stoic face shows a small crack, a glimpse of uncertainty. "I've never been in a situation like this," she confessed quietly. You found that hard to believe; the beauty of the girl was something you drowned in most days, but you knew that it was the truth because people were afraid of her. Never you, though.

With a gentle smile, you say, "Me neither, but that's okay. If you let me, we can figure it out together."

Wednesday keeps silent for a second before taking a cautious step closer to you. "You make me feel... different, too," she confesses, carefully choosing her words. You clench your jaw to fight off the large grin that threatens to form on your face, and your heartbeat remained fast-paced, but for a different reason this time.

You reach out, taking her hand with caution in your movement. You didn’t want to make her uncomfortable in anyway, but she reassured you when she gave your hand a light squeeze. “We don’t have to figure out anything right now. Consider this… confession?” You gave her a small smile, and it grew wider when your eyes fell on the corners of her lips, watching them twitch into the smallest smile.

“Confession.”

☟

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[heaven-s-black-box]

Dream- Childe x Tsaritsa's daughter!Reader

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Recovery date: April 22nd, 2025

Description: Ajax has served as Y/n's guard since he joined the fatui, their relationship has always been professional. Maybe. Sort of. Okay not really.

Includes- plot, bit of a characters study, oral (fem receiving), creampie

Notes: Thank you to my friend for beta reading, and for all of her nice compliments on it! This is based on the "Loyalty" footnote. Also, breaking down the contents of smut to tag it is so hard.

Edit (May 1st)... I never tagged this?! No wonder it died... oops.

Word count: 6 120

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“Childe?” Y/n’s voice is muffled through the door.

“Yes, my lady?” A teasing lilt in his voice as he holds back a laugh and imagines her pout. 

“I can’t undo my dress. Can you help me?”

Childe’s throat goes dry and it took great effort to swallow the lump that formed.

It doesn’t feel like so long ago that he would have announced his entrance and stepped in. He would tease her, even though it wasn’t her fault the zipper was hard to get herself, and unzip the dress without a second thought. A time when it was nothing more than a favor to his ward, his friend.

“I can call one of your ladies in waiting.”

“But this dress is so uncomfortable and I want to change now,” she whined.

He could already feel the heat radiating from her skin, seeing the goosebumps rise as it’s exposed to the cool air. His fingers twitch as he remembers the feeling of her skin beneath his knuckles. It would be so easy to accidentally brush against her again. Would she shiver?

The last time he’d helped her out of a dress, it had been a button back. His knuckle had accidentally brushed her skin. Her breath hitched and there was a barely noticeable shiver that ran down her spine.

That night he’d stared at the ceiling, clutching his pillow to his chest and willing every thought of her from his mind. He’d wound up running drills in the cold, in the middle of the night, and he remembered it vividly because Y/n had slipped out to meet him that night. Dressed in a nightgown and her heavy cloak, she’d sat on the bench next to the empty ring and refused to leave until he walked her back to her room.

She’d kissed his cheek that night.

He tries not to think about how he spent the rest of the night.

“We’re a little too old for this, don’t you think?” He said, clearing his throat as he entered her room.

Y/n wasn’t standing by the door like usual, instead she was sat at her vanity. He hated it.

He avoided her gaze in the mirror and ignored the sound of the door closing behind him.

“Your job is to do whatever I ask you to. What does age have to do with it?” She’s looking at him through the mirror. Watching the way he focuses on her back. His fingers graze the back of her neck and she hears the catch of his breath. It’s no one's business if she leans back a bit into his touch. “It’s not like I’m getting naked.”

Childe’s fingers curl around the fabric of the dress’ neckline, feeling the design and focusing on the texture under his fingers– not the image returning to the forefront of his mind. 

“I wasn’t-” He bites his tongue and pulls the zipper down. She laughs, her back knocking against his knuckle with every shake. “There. I’ll be outside if you need anything else.”

“Childe?” He doesn’t even pull his hands away before she calls his name again.

“Yes?” He takes the opportunity to stay there a moment longer, even if it’ll plague him for the rest of the night. Scratch that, the rest of the week.

“I need help with my shoes.”

He lets his gaze meet hers through the mirror. There’s mirth in her eyes, he wonders if she knows what she’s doing to him.

There aren’t any words to escape this situation. That’s what he tells himself at least, and for once he is right. All he can do is kneel and pull one of her feet into his lap as he starts to undo the straps.

He’s so focused that he doesn’t notice when she leans forward, curling a finger under his chin and urging him to look up at her. Her hand slides along his jaw line and up until her fingers graze his cheek. There’s a frown on her lips and a furrow in her brow. Childe shifts forward but is stopped by the foot still in his lap. He plays it off like he’s readjusting his position.

“What happened?” Her voice is softer now, no longer tinged with the confidence and airs of a heiress.

“I’m still healing from Fontain.”

“You can take more time if you need it. Don’t push yourself.”

Y/n settles back on her seat.

“I wanted to come back.”

Childe takes off her shoe and starts working on the other.

“Then, stay here tonight.”

He stops pulling at the straps of her shoe. “I can’t, I promised I’d make breakfast for my siblings tomorrow.”

“You can’t cook.” There’s a beat, and then she calls out to him again. “Childe. What do you want?”

“What I want?” 

Childe looks up at her, and he wants to say it’s the moon making her look ethereal. The light from her window bathes her in a silvery glow. He wants to say he wants her. He wants to punch every man she’s ever danced with, every man who’s ever thought he had a chance with her.

His grip tightens around her ankle.

He wants to know if she’s teasing him because ordering him around is fun, because there’s nothing wrong with friends helping friends when their clothes are stuck but they really are too old for this. He needs to know if kissing her shin right now would ruin everything.

“When did I stop being Ajax to you?”

“When did you start hiding things from me?”

After she kissed his cheek and he spent the night with his hand wrapped around his dick because how the hell do you tell your boss’ daughter– your best friend and the woman you’ve sworn your life to– you’re in love with her. That you have been for a long time. That you want more than accidental brushes against her bare skin.

His hand slides up her calf until he cups the back of her knee. He leans in until he’s a breath away from her skin.

“Call me Ajax. That’s what I want.”

“Ajax,” he kisses her shin, “is that all you want?”

He shakes his head, his lips brushing against her skin with every movement. “This is enough.”

There’s no one around but them. No one could stop them. No one would know.

Y/n sighed and threaded her fingers through his hair, looking out the window as snow began to fall.

“Do you remember the night I kissed your cheek?”

“Yes.”

Y/n shuddered as Ajax ran his hand up and down her calf.

“You didn’t promise your siblings breakfast, did you?”

“No… I can’t cook.”

There’s a huff of laughter and Ajax leans his cheek against her leg to look up at her. His hand trails up her calf to her thigh until he meets the edge of her panties. He plays with the edge, letting his fingers slip beneath to trace small circles against her hip.

“Why were you trying to leave then?”

“Because I want more than this. I have since before you kissed me that night. When you stopped calling me Ajax, I thought you were telling me that all I would ever be to you was a guard.”

He placed another kiss, to her knee this time, as she scratched at his scalp.

“I thought I made you uncomfortable by kissing you, so when you became a harbinger I used that as an excuse to distance myself.”

“But you still asked me to help you tonight.”

Y/n pouts and glances down at him before looking away towards her bed. “I wanted to see if you felt the same or if things really had changed these last few years.”

“Do you want help getting out of your dress?”

Y/n lets out an airy laugh. “How long have you been waiting to ask that?”

Ajax hums, gently removing the second shoe and setting her foot back down. He rose to his feet and walked behind her, setting his hands on her shoulders.

His lips brush her ear when he leans in, his breath sending a shiver down her spine.

“The only thing that’s changed these last few years is how badly I want to touch you,” his right hand slid across her collar bone, “and how little I care about the consequences.”

He curled his knuckles under her chin and turned her to face him. They were barely a breath apart, so close they could count each other's eyelashes. The moon streaked across them, leaving Ajax with a slight halo and Y/n illuminated with silver light.

Y/n’s lips parted slightly and she leaned in. Her hands, playing with the skirt of her dress in her lap, reached up to grab at Ajax’s shirt. The black button up was soft, and thinner than his gray shirt, meant to be hidden beneath his heavy cloak.

Their lips were rough from the cold, but the action itself was soft. A slow, shy press of lips on lips. The same kiss Ajax always placed on the back of her hand, that they’d always imagined.

“What am I to you?” He asks, pulling back and wrapping his free hand around hers.

He didn’t loosen her grip on him, instead he pressed her hands flat. Her left hand spread against his chest while her right fit against his palm. She laced her fingers with his, slowly opening her eyes again.

“The man I trust with my life… with my heart.”

His grip on her hand tightened, as if he were afraid she would run away. Or maybe he was afraid this was a dream and he would wake up to that stifling tension of things unsaid. 

Ajax’s knuckles ran along her jaw until he cupped her cheek and pulled her back into the kiss. This one was desperate. He leaned forward until he was towering over her, forcing her to lean back. Y/n tried to move her hands from his chest to brace herself but he wouldn’t let go. Instead he led her hands up to his neck where she looped her arms around his neck.

He moaned when her fingers gently tugged the hair at his nape, making her giggle.

Y/n yelped when Ajax nipped at her lower lip, and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue past her lips. 

Their chests burned from lack of oxygen, and Ajax certainly wasn’t going to let go, so Y/n grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled back hard.

The sound he made was somewhere between surprised and pleased. It made Y/n flush, or maybe it was the way he looked at her. His pupils were blown wide, eyes half lidded, and his tongue darted out to lick at his spit slicked lips. He looked starved. She figured she didn’t look much better.

They were panting hard, chests heaving and tangled in each other's arms. There was nothing between them, even the air was filled with them.

Y/n thinks she meant to say something, maybe ask to move because she was twisted weird, but Ajax leaned back in. He hit the corner of her lips and quickly pulled back to meet her lips properly.

His hands slid down her sides until they found her hips. He moved to stand in front of her and then knocked his forehead against hers, breaking away for just a second.

“A-”

“Stand up.”

Ajax leaned back in, grateful Y/n didn’t pull away now that he couldn’t hold her lips against his. She stood up, and Ajax ran his hand back up to her shoulders. He started pulling the dress off her arms, and this time she pulled away.

“Aj-Hang on,” she gasped, stopping him from leaning back in by hooking the bridges of their noses together. “Ajax… Slow down.”

“Do you want to stop?”

“N-I don’t know… I just… need a second to think.”

She took a deep breath, Ajax watching her in case she gave any sign she wanted him to back away. He ran his hands up and down her arms, trying to comfort her as their foreheads pressed together.

“We’re going to get in so much trouble,” she whispered, making Ajax laugh.

“I already said that I don't care.”

Y/n pulled away from Ajax, the gentle smile resting on his face faltering slightly. He let her arms slip from his hold until only his fingers brushed the soft fabric. Her hands slid down his shoulders to his chest, then across to the buttons and she began to undo them.

“You should be careful saying that…” Y/n ran her hands down Ajax’s now exposed chest, looking up at him from below her lashes when he shuddered. “It could be considered treason.”

Ajax leaned forward until his forehead rested on hers again. Being apart really was painful. He ran his hands back to the top of her dress and began peeling it from her shoulders.

“Then we’ll run away together. Liyue’s nice, perfect for raising a family.”

There was a sharp twist in Y/n’s chest, and she met Ajax’s gaze– or tried to. His eyes were closed, lashes brushing his cheeks.

She knew they were in their own little bubble in this moment, surrounded by a dense foggy dream of their own creation. There were no responsibilities and no consequences. No one vying for her status, trying to arrange a political marriage. Ajax didn’t have to field advances for her, or watch her begrudgingly entertain suitors. He didn’t have to risk life and limb for the Tsaritsa and Snezhnaya.

In this moment, he believed he would leave everything for her. She was not blind enough to believe that, if he did, he would not be the same man he loved. The man who would do anything for his family. He would not put them at risk to run away with her.

Y/n slid her hands up his neck to cup his face, she pulled him into a slow kiss and then pulled away again.

“A family,” she let out a longing sigh, “sounds nice.”

Ajax opened his eyes again, finding Y/n’s closed. He smiled.

“Now, I thought you wanted to get out of this dress?”

He pushed the fabric down her arms, focusing on the skin of her arms until it pooled around her waist. She pushed it over her hips until it dropped to a pile around her feet. Ajax ran his hands up her bare arms, watching the moonlight ripple with the shadows he cast until he met her gaze again.

Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, playing with the hair at the nape. Her bare torso pressed against the bare sliver revealed by his open shirt. Ajax wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close.

“Ajax?”

“Yes?”

“Can we leave the rest of the talking for later?”

“But what if I want to tell you how beautiful you are?” He leaned down to press a kiss against her jaw. “Or how much I’ve dreamed about this?” Another kiss, this one lower and followed by the gentle scrape of his teeth. “If I can’t say anything, then you’d better be ready to fill the void.”

“Hmph, just take your shirt off,” Y/n huffed, pouting as she pulled the collar of his shirt back.

“Aw, I knew you liked seeing me shirtless,” he teased, shucking it to the ground.

The earlier tension had mellowed out to an undercurrent as Ajax’s hands traced gentle patterns into Y/n’s bare back. Meanwhile she tangled her fingers into his hair and brought his lips back to hers. This kiss was softer, less like they were trying to devour one another,more like they were trying to memorize the feeling. Ajax spun around with her then guided her until her knees knocked against the side of her bed.

She laughed, letting herself fall backwards and be pulled away from Ajax. Her arms fell beside her head, and she took the momentum as an opportunity to wrap her legs around his waist.

Ajax leaned down, caging her with one arm while his other hand traced the veins in her wrist until he could lace their hands together. He watched his palm over take hers with a smile, and then turned his gaze back to hers.

“I’ve always liked you like this,” he whispered. “It made teaching you so hard.”

“I knew you were doing that on purpose!” Y/n exclaimed, though her voice was still soft enough to float within the atmosphere they’d created. 

She leaned up and placed a kiss on the underside of his jaw. Then she placed her free hand on his wrist and traced the muscles up to his shoulder and across his back until her hand was back in his hair. It really was as soft as she’d always thought it would be. A miracle given the icy conditions he remained in so often.

Y/n tugged his hair back gently.

“Kneel for me?”

“Yes, my love.”

There was a flutter in her lower body, and Y/n wasn’t sure if it was from the change in title or the way he started laying kisses from her collar down her sternum. Once he reached the end, his tongue smoothed across the skin before he sucked a faint mark. Regardless of its visibility, he knew it was there and so did she. It would be tender, and every faint throb or sting would bring her back to this moment. Back to him.

Ajax settled to his knees and left another mark below Y/n’s belly button, earning a content sigh from her. He knew her closet well enough to know there’d be no risk of anyone seeing these marks; they and this night would be their little secret.

They had a lot of those, like the little scar on Y/n’s shoulder from where she’d fallen on a sharp rock while training with him. Or the time he’d walked in on her bathing. Or the time when she had done the same to him. Or the time they’d almost kissed while sharing a tent on a diplomatic trip.

He liked that secret the most. The way she’d held him close as he struggled with a nightmare he could no longer remember. His head tucked against her chest as he fell back asleep, he’d woken up curled against her abdomen. Who knows how he got there, but he remembers placing a soft kiss against the skin where her shirt had hiked up.

Just like he did now.

He remembers wondering what would happen if he sank lower. Would she wake up if he called out her name? Would she let him taste her?

Ajax placed a kiss just above the hem of her panties, and then another on the fabric just above her clit. The muscles in her thighs twitched, causing her to kick at his back where her legs were now draped over his shoulders.

A sour feeling stirred in his chest as he looked up at her. If this was the first and last time he could have her, he would make every second count. Every second they were separated by anything other than their own skin was wasted, and so he turned his head to litter kisses along her inner thigh as he pulled down her panties.

Then he dragged his lips along the skin, relishing in the way she shuddered, until they met her wet folds. He pulled back and licked the arousal from his lips with a chuckle.

“Been thinking about this alot, have you?” Y/n turned her head to the side, staring at the head of her bed. “Aw, don’t be shy-”

Ajax was suddenly pulled forward, slamming his nose against her clit and earning a choked noise of pleasure. Not that he was focused on that, in fact it barely registered. All that mattered was the warmth radiating from her, and the way her clit twitched. His tongue darted out, and the sensation had her bucking her hips up into his mouth.

“Put that smart tongue of yours to good use, would you,” Y/n grumbled.

He groaned, and the vibration had Y/n grinding down against his nose. His hand, the one that had been gripping her thigh, slid down to palm at the growing tent in his pants. There’d always been something about the condescending tone she used when people started getting on her nerves. It was funny when directed at people who thought they could strike up a marriage deal with her, it was hot when it was directed at him.

The faint hint of disgust tinging the words, as if he were beneath her. There was something different when she turned that voice on him, a lack of concern for propriety. That’s what made it so much better.

He angled his mouth so that his tongue brushed her clit when he liked a strip through her folds. Her hole clenched around nothing, and Ajax squeezed the front of his pants making himself groan. She bucked against him again and then shifted, rubbing her clit against his lip.

Ajax tried to move his other hand as he began to struggle with the belt of his pants but Y/n kept a strong grip. He let out a fond sigh, the puff of air making Y/n clench around nothing again.

“You,” Y/n sighed as Ajax flicked his tongue against her clit and then let it dip inside of her, “aren’t allowed to cum.”

“Oh sweetheart,” Ajax sighed, turning to place a kiss against her inner thigh– his lips stained with her arousal, “I wouldn’t dream of coming before you.”

That’s a lie. He had. He’d dreamed of cumming in his pants while she mocked him relentlessly for stupid things. Although, he wasn’t sure if that counted since he wasn’t even trying to make her cum.

“No.” She tightened her hold on his hair, preventing him from returning to her soaked cunt. “You don’t cum, at all, until I say.”

Ajax’s eyes darkened at the challenge in her voice.

“Oh ya? And what if I do?”

Y/n wrenched his hair back, making him moan, as she awkwardly pushed herself to sit. She leaned down until they were a breath apart.

“Well that depends,” her voice was full of mock consideration, “if you come now you’ll have to go back to your room and clean up, and I’ll have no choice but to spend another night with nothing but my fingers.” 

Ajax’s dick twitched at the mental image of her on her stomach, ass up, hand between her legs as she buried her face in her pillow. He wanted to trace the arch of her back and pull her head back until her moans echoed off the walls. Fuck, and he wasn’t allowed to cum yet? 

“Or,” she continued, and Ajax blinked the fog from his eyes to find her own blown out pupils boring into his, “we’ll just have to work on your self-control…” she leaned down and nipped at the shell of his ear making him shudder.

“How much more work does it need,” he groaned.

Y/n released him from her hold, falling back to the bed with a soft Thud and letting his head drop back between her legs. His tongue was quick to return to its ministrations, lapping at her arousal before sliding as far as it could into her cunt. He groaned as her walls fluttered around the muscle, and then pulled it out.

“I’ve waited how many years for this?”

His free hand traced up her leg until he pushed his middle finger in. He curled it and then pulled out to the first knuckle and slid it back in. A squelching noise filled the room and he flicked his tongue against her clit.

Y/n was breathing heavily, the muscles in her abdomen twitching with every flick of his tongue.

“Y-You make it sound lik-ah!”

“Do that again, please,” Ajax breathed, rolling his hips up against nothing.

“-like you’ve been waiting for decades.”

“It feels like I have.” His grip on her hand tightened to the point his knuckles turned white. “When I’m away from you… all I can think about- is how you’ll greet me at the docks.” He pushed his middle finger past the tight muscles and began to slowly work her open, tongue flicking and swirling against her clit between words. “How you’ll hold up Teucer- so he can see me coming, and the way- you’ll link your arm with mine. I want to kiss you.” 

He leans down and sucks at her clit, groaning as her walls clamp down suddenly and her heels dig into his back. Her hips grind erratically against his face, and he’s amazed he doesn’t cum. He thinks he could. He thinks he wants to, but then Y/n would have to get herself off.

Ajax looks up to find her eyes rolled back while her muscles spasm and her hips jerk around like she can’t decide if she wants for or less. He makes that decision for her by holding her down with his arm so she can’t escape and rolling her clit with his tongue until-

“St-Stop. No more.”

Y/n clawed at his head, the confident princess gone once more. He slowly pulls his fingers out and sits back to lick them clean. Then he gets to his feet to lean over her once more.

His belt knocks against her leg, and his fingers– damp from her cum and his spit– traced the outline of her lips. She parted them slightly, letting her tongue brush against the tips

“I want to kiss you,” he whispers again, moving his hand to cup her jaw and leaning down until their lips meet. He pulls away. “I want to ask your mother for permiss-”

“Ajax.” Y/n’s fingers press against his lips. “What did I say about talking?”

She offers him a soft, sad smile. He pulls her fingers from his lips to kiss it away.

Y/n finally lets go of his hand, and his heart drops as he worries she’s about to push him away. Instead she wraps her arms around his neck and holds him tighter. When they pull away for air, Ajax rests his head against her collar bone.

He took a deep breath, pushing down that weird sourness growing in his chest, and stood up. His pants hit the floor with a thud, and then he picked Y/n up to set her properly on her bed. Her head rested against her pillow for barely a second before Ajax pulled it away and slid it under her hips.

“Tell me I can cum,” he mumbled, resting his forehead against hers. “Please. I won’t be able to take it if you tease me any longer, not after tonight.”

There was something soft and pleading in his eyes. An unusual look from the man who always turned things into a challenge.

“You want to cum right now?” Y/n teased, her voice wavering from exhaustion. “How about you hold out a little longer?”

Ajax groaned, this time out of frustration as he lined himself up.

“You’re going to pay for this,” he panted out, slowly easing inside inch by inch.

“Oh ya?” Y/n cupped his chin and tilted his face to hers. “I can only see myself winning here.”

Her walls clenched around Ajax, forcing him to still both to not hurt Y/n and to steady himself. She pulled him down into a kiss, distracting them both and allowing her to relax so that he could slide in further. His fingers dug into the sheets where he braced himself above her and the skin of her hips where he kept her from pushing herself further down.

Y/n let out a content sigh when Ajax bottomed out.

“We could stay like this,” he whispered, making her laugh. 

The way her body shook caused Ajax to shift, and her laugh broke off into a shallow gasp as he hissed. His head ducked down to the juncture between her shoulder and neck, and he bit down.

He wasn’t even sure it was intentional, he thinks he may have just been aiming for the pillow, but the skin between his teeth muffled the groan she pulled from his chest as she clenched around him. The muscles fluttered as his hips jerked forward, her mouth falling open silently. Ajax ran his tongue over the bite apologetically, grinding down against her.

His pelvis rubbed against her clit, making her walls spasm again.

“I-” He panted, rocking his hips into hers, “I changed my mind. We’re not staying like this.”

Ajax pulled out part way before rocking back in, slowly working until only the tip remained. Y/n whined at the emptiness, her walls fluttering, and Ajax found himself laughing.

“Tell me how much you’ve wanted his,” he teased, pulling out completely and rubbing his tip through her folds and against her clit. The muscles in her abdomen clenched and her walls spasmed around nothing while her hips jerked up to find more friction. “I’ve been spilling my heart out all night and all you’ve done is lead me by the nose like a dog. Is that all I am to you? Your dog?” He whispered against her ear.

His tip pressed against her hole, making her walls flutter, and he leaned back to look at her. Y/n’s eyes were glassy, and his heart seized in his chest. She moved her hands from his jaw to cup his cheeks and brushed her thumbs under his eyes. Then she slid one hand down from his face to cover his heart.

“I love you,” she whispered, so quietly it could have been a breeze.

“Say it again.”

“I-ah!” Ajax slammed his hips back into hers until he bottomed out. “I love-ah!” Again he pulled out to the tip and then bottomed out. “I love you!”

“Again!”

Y/n’s legs, which had been hanging around his waist, tightened until she was practically holding him against her. The hand Ajax had been leaning on beside her head came down to claw at her hips, moving her with every thrust. Her hands slipped from his face, leaving her to scramble for purchase against his abdomen and forearms.

She fumbled through words, gasping and letting out soft cries everytime she opened her mouth. Ajax stared down at her, watching the tears that had been welling up slid across her temples as her head craned back.

There was a sharp knot in his gut, and a growing one in hers.

He pulled one of her legs from his waist and pushed it towards her body, letting him lean in closer. The new position let him rub against her clit, making her clench around him.

The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin, the creaking of the bed, and sounds of breathless pleasure. Neither of them had ever been so happy that Y/n’s room was isolated in her own personal wing.

“Wha-What’s wrong? Can’t get the words out?” He teased, slowing down. 

The hand still at her waist settled on her abdomen and his fingers began to play with her clit. Big, lazy circles on a different rhythm from his thrusts had her squirming against him.

“Let me cum,” he huffed. “Please, please, it hurts. I’m going crazy here.”

Y/n gasped, trying to control the pace of his fingers as her hips jerked and rolled against him. He was in complete control, and yet he still followed her orders. If she told him no again then he’d find another way to make her cum. He’d sink back to his knees and eat her out again. Let her cum on his fingers again.

If she wanted to deny herself, he wouldn’t do anything she didn’t tell him to.

“I love you,” she gasped, finally answering his previous demand. The slower pace let her brain catch up. “You can cum, but not-ah!”

Really, she should have reversed the order. Told him not to cum inside first and then confirmed that he could cum at all, because he stopped listening as soon as she gave him permission; the headboard slammed against the wall again and again, and Ajax leaned forward to cover her mouth with his. He was careful not to push her leg too far, holding it a bit further to the side as his body pressed against hers.

Her arms were pinned between them awkwardly, her fingers flexing and curling to grab at the imaginary strands of sanity she had left. The consequences didn’t matter right now, it was just them in this little dream.

The fingers against her clit began tracing tight circles, and that was all she needed.

Y/n’s nails dug into whatever skin she could find, the walls of her cunt clamped down, and her jaw went slack. Shudders rolled through her body, the leg around Ajax’s waist tensed and her hips jerked around like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to run or if she wanted more. 

Ajax didn’t stop moving. Even as the knot in his own gut snapped, though his thrusts became erratic, he didn’t stop.

He pulled away, licking the strand of spit connecting their lips, and sat back on his knees.

“ No-not done,” he panted, lowering Y/n’s leg before pushing it back again. “One more,” his voice broke.

“A-”

Y/n cut herself off, turning to look him in the eye. He looked sad, and almost desperate but so, so in love. The moonlight was lower now, catching on the window to leave the upper half of his face in shadows. Scratches littered his lower abdomen and the forearms that still held her against him.

She’d tried telling herself that this may be the last time, the only time, they could give in to their desires. That after this they would return to seemingly harmless moments and nights alone with their thoughts. But she’d gone about it wrong. It would not be just-

“One more,” she nodded, shuddering as Ajax started pulling out.

—

“Can we talk now?” Ajax whispered, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

The moon was on the other side of the castle now, no longer bathing Y/n’s room in a silvery glow. They’d since bathed together, changed the sheets and clothes, and Ajax had even put her dress and shoes away properly. His own were folded and sitting on her vanity stool, and his clean clothes were a pair that Y/n had borrowed recently.

“It’s not going to be fun,” Y/n grumbled before trailing off into a yawn.

Her eyes were barely staying open, but she looked up at him from where she was curled on his chest. One of his arms was wrapped around her, his fingers tracing circles on the skin of her back. Her own fingers danced along his chest, feeling his steady heart beat.

He let out a short huff of laughter.

“What I said earlier…” he didn’t look at her, instead tracing the shadows on the walls.

“I know,” Y/n sighed, closing her eyes. A weight disappeared from her chest. “If I’m being honest, when you said we could run away together I was a little worried. The Ajax I know would never le-leave his family like that,” she yawned.

“So that’s why you said no talking.” He laughed, nudging her with his nose until she opened her eyes again. “And you’re okay with that?”

Y/n hummed. “It’s what I love about you. The way you light up when you see Teucer when you come home, and how you listen so intently to Anton and Tonia while they tell you about what you missed. I don’t mind being second, or even third in your heart, so long as I can call it mine.”

“Third?”

“After mother of course, but we should share the same place. You certainly aren’t allowed to think yourself below me.”

“Hm, and the other thing?”

“What other thing?”

“Once this project Stuzha business is over, I want to ask her Excellence for permission to marry you. If you’ll have me?”

“But only after project Stuzha?”

There was a flicker of worry in Ajax’s eyes. “I could ask now if you-”

“No.” Y/n splayed her palm against his chest and then curled it into a fist. “No, after is better… After…” There may be no need. “Ajax?”

“Yes?”

“Stay here tonight?”

“Of course, my Love.”

[saturnsconstellation]

Starchaser AU but it’s them falling in love in different places at different times and dying before being able to express their undying love for each other and are forced to watch the cycle repeat itself century after century with a simple “have we met before?”

[the-travelling-witch]

a/n: i was watching the olympic skateboarding final, zoned out and zoned back in to find this in my drafts; modern au (but not part of my existing modern au universe)

genshin masterlist || modern au series

Skater! Childe who you meet at a skatepark your friend dragged you to. You’d been perfectly content watching your friend jump around the bowl as you sat to the side, earbuds in as you busied yourself. That was until someone tapped your shoulder and moved in front of you to block out the sun as you stared up his tall stature. It was a skater you’d seen do some recklessly tricky jumps earlier.

Strands of ginger hair stood off to the sides of his head, no doubt ruffled by the helmet dangling from his arm. The loose black shirt draping over him obscured most of his body, though you had seen how it outlined his toned body while he zoomed through the rink earlier. His skateboard rested casually against his leg, his fingers energetically drumming against it as he shot you a lopsided grin. 

“Sorry, don’t mean to bother you,” he started when you pulled an earbud out. “But I figured I had to come talk to you or I’d kick myself for it later.”

“Oh uhm thank you… I guess?” You stammered, not quite sure how to react. This guy could play the male lead in a rom-com, was he pulling some kind of prank on you?

“So, you don’t seem to have a board with you,” he continued, undeterred by your hesitance, as he plopped himself down cross-legged in front of you, the piercings in his ear gleaming in the sunlight with the movement. “Not into skating yourself, are you?”

“No, I’m just here because of my friend,” you admitted. Not wanting to let the conversation with the handsome stranger dwindle quite yet, you wrecked your brain for something to say. “You obviously are, so uh do you come here often?”

“Yeah, I try to come here as often as I can. Helps me clear my head, you know? Oh, where are my manners? I’m Ajax, by the way.” He grinned, taking your attempt at conversation and running with it. When you told him your name, his smile widened, showing more of his teeth and crinkling around his eyes. “That’s pretty, suits you. Anyway, you should definitely try skating yourself sometime, it’s real fun.”

“I’m afraid if you told me to break a leg, I quite literally would,” you chuckled weakly.

“C’mon, nobody’s asking you to do a kickflip right out the gate. It’s really not that bad, just start with the basics.” Ajax cocked his head to the side, strands of ginger artfully falling to frame his face, before he beamed excitedly and extended his hand to you. “Actually, why don’t you give it a shot right now?”

“Huh what, like right now right now?” 

“Yeah, here you can use my board.” You don’t quite remember when you had put your hand in his but his fingers were pleasantly warm as he pulled you to your feet effortlessly. “Just try standing on it. Hold on to me if you want to, I won’t let anything happen to you, promise.”

“I’ll hold you to that, you know?” With a shaky exhale you slowly set both feet on the grey and red board underneath you, still holding onto Ajax’s hand, the rings adorning it already warm under your touch. The first time the board suddenly moved underneath you, your free hand immediately latched onto his shoulder.

“Woah easy there, it’s all good, you’re doing great,” the ginger encouraged you easily. The way he stroked his thumb over the back of your hand was probably meant to soothe your nerves but it only served to make your heart pound faster.

“You don’t need to lie to me, I know this is like less than the basics,” you gritted out through clenched teeth and a layer of embarrassment. Naturally that was child’s play compared to what he probably got up to.

“I’m telling the truth, I swear. You’re going out of your comfort zone to learn something new, even if you’re scared.” There was so much genuine seriousness in his voice, it made you pause to actually consider his words. “That takes guts, not everyone takes that leap. So yeah, you’re doing great for me.”

Perhaps meeting his ocean blue eyes was a mistake because, in that moment, you found yourself falling deeper than you initially thought you could and you quickly had to avert your gaze again. For a while, you practised balancing on the board, even managing to get the hang of kicking off the ground without landing on your ass and you found yourself agreeing with him; this was fun. Though perhaps that was also thanks to the company you kept.

All too soon for your liking, you heard your name being called as your friend waved at you, skateboard in hand. Turning towards Ajax you stepped back onto solid ground, looking for what you could say.

“I guess that’s my cue,” you said somewhat breathlessly, handing the board back to him. “Thank you so much for teaching me, I really enjoyed it. Uhm… is there a chance I’ll see you again?”

“I’d hope so.” To your relief, Ajax seemed to share your sentiment, even sending a cheeky wink your way. No use blaming the heat of your cheeks onto the sinking sun now, you supposed. “Well you already know where to find me but I’ll do you one better. Do you have your phone?”

Handing it to him, you watched him tap away before giving it back, the screen still showing his newly created contact, the name of which had a little heart attached. “Call me, okay? And not just because of skateboarding lessons. I’d like to get to know you better.”

“Sure, will do.” At this point, you were starting to wonder if the smile was permanently stuck to your face by now with how much your cheeks hurt. “Take care then.”

“Will do,” he playfully replied, flashing you that charming grin that introduced you to him in the first place. “You make sure to get home safely. And don’t miss me too much, you hear?”

With a shake of your head you waved him goodbye as you caught up with your friend, who eyed you knowingly, no doubt waiting to pry the details out of you. This is where your paths strayed from each other again. For now, at least.

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EPISODE 23 ✦ PLEASE DONT SAY YOU LOVE ME

LOVE, MAYBE — A CHILDE SMAU

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with an ice cream already consumed, ajax is walking you home now. it was a silent walk; only the sounds of the leaves slightly rustling around you as well as both of your footsteps can be heard in the area. 

you liked childe—it took you long enough to realize that. but it’s still a lot for you to process. you think it’s mutual, but how can you be so sure? maybe childe is just like that to the people he cares about, right? but god, it surely makes your heart drop to your stomach at the thought of someone else also receiving this treatment from him.

is this an effect of an eldest daughter who’s also a hopeless romantic? perhaps. romantic love was an unfamiliar concept to you, after all. no matter how much you read or consume media that consists of the theme of romance, it will never be enough to give you the understanding that you wish to grasp with the concept. before you knew it, you had already let your words slip.

"why are you doing this?"

"why shouldn't i be doing this?" he asks back, slightly tilting his head to the side.

"i don't get it, childe. why are you doing this?"

childe pauses for a moment, realizing that you are actually serious with your question. he doesn't reply immediately, finding the right words to say first.

"it's because... i love you," he says, only realizing it now as well. he had always liked you, of course, but ajax had only realized that he loved you. he had loved you for a while now.

"what?" you asked him in disbelief.

"i love you, (name)."

"but... why?"

"is a reason necessary?"

your breath hitched at his words. "i—of course it's necessary! i don't get it. i'm a difficult person. i refuse to communicate. i push people away even though deep inside i know i need help because, even as a child, i never got any sort of assistance to begin with. i pressure myself to the point it's way too overwhelming. i fear that one day i'll end up being useless in my own life. i can hardly even understand myself so what more if others would try? i... i find that i'm undeserving of love because there are others who need it more than me."

"so please, ajax. there's no use in loving me. you'll just get tired in the end. there's someone out there who's more deserving of the love you have to give."

please don't say you love me, because i might not say it back.

"no."

"what? didn't you hear what i just said? i'm difficult to love, ajax—"

"i heard it, but that doesn't change the fact that i still love you nonetheless," he replies, taking a step closer.

"(name), i love you with everything i am, everything i've been, and everything i hope to be, and i'll continue to love you even when you push me away. i will always find my way home to you. i'll be there to pull you back up before you sink any further under the pressure you give yourself. you'll never be useless—i'll make sure that you never feel that way. i will understand you no matter whatever it is that needs to be understood with you."

"you are not undeserving of love, because if there's one person in the world that i'd choose to pour my love on, it would be you," he finishes.

“i… no.”

“what?”

“no—i.. i can’t. i’m sorry, tartaglia.” the use of his last name stung for him a bit. “it’s fine if you can’t right now; i’m willing to wai—” you cut him off before he could finish the word. “don’t!” he flinches at the sudden raise of your voice and is taken aback. “why?”

“please… just don’t. there’s others who are better and more deserving of you than me. why me? you’ll just be wasting your time if you wait for me. i probably wouldn’t be able to give you a proper answer. i.. how are you so sure that you love me?”

“that’s fine with me, (name). it’s okay for me to go through all of that because i know i would be doing it for you.” 

stop it. please.

“my answer is still no.”

i’d rather not risk it. i don’t want to take someone for granted, especially if that someone is you.

“but—”

this is for the better.

“go away, ajax.”

he could feel the weakness in your voice when you said those three words. he tried to get closer by taking a step further, but you took a step back. that was when ajax realized that you were sure of your words. “let me still walk you home, just for tonight—this will be the last one,” he says. as you were about to decline, he spoke again first. “i don’t want you to walk home alone when it’s dark.”

even if this might be the last time i’ll get to do this.

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wow double update ?!?! watch me ghost this app again for 2 months ... kidding !

had this episode sitting my drafts for MONTHS. im pretty sure this episode has been written ever since i was still uploading ep 5 maybe? somewhere during the making of the early episodes LAWLZ

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FWB (Childe x Fem!Reader)

tags: friends with benefits, unprotected sex, overstimulation, rough rex, use of childes real name, modern au, childes obsessed with you basically, breeding kink(?), childe likes family’s cmon

summary: your late night hook up turns out to be a session of messy feelings for one another

a/n: childe obsession is creeping up on me again…. um message me if you want me to write about anyone 😊

It was a problem. Your late night hook-ups were supposed to be nothing more than fulfilling your needs and wants. You and Childe had been inseparable since elementary school. He was your best friend, and you were his.

You always thought he was attractive, but you didn’t say anything. That was until he made his move on you your sophomore year of high school. The two of you came to agreement that you should keep it unofficial for the time being. Nothing more than fuck buddies. Basically, friends with benefits.

Now, the problem was that you wanted to be more than that. Each time you made love with him, you felt yourself falling deeper and deeper. He was like an addictive drug. You couldn’t get enough of him. It didn’t help it was the same situation from him. He loved you, but not in the way you wanted it.

He loved fucking you.

It hurt, but you didn’t want to loose your friendship with him. Other than fucking him, he was the person you told everything to. The person you cried on. The person you laughed with. He was everything you’d ever wanted.

You couldn’t lose him. Not when you were about to finish high school together. So, when you got your daily text from him asking to meet up, you didn’t hesitate on getting ready. You didn’t bother putting on a bra since it’d be taken off anyways.

As you slid on a hoodie he gave you, his scent filled your nose. A scent you’d never forget. A scent you loved. You didn’t bother dressing up cute, so you kept on your plaid pajama pants and slid on your Ugg slippers. It’s not like you were going out anywhere fancy.

You sent a text to him letting him know you were on your way as you started your car up. The drive was short considering how close the two of you lived.

Nobody Get Me by SZA played, which completely summarized your life with Childe. All of your friends told you it was an unhealthy situation you were in, but they didn’t understand. Childe took care of you and understood you in a way no one else could. Sure, he didn’t have feelings in a way you did for him, but that was okay. As long as you were near him, it’d be okay.

You let out a huge sigh before knocking on his front door. His parents’ cars weren’t in the driveway, so you guessed they went out to dinner. His parents were rich and always went out, which is why the two of you always hooked up at his place.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, you know?” Childe shot you his signature smirk as he leaned against the doorframe.

You eyed his muscular body that was dressed in nothing but grey sweats. His V-line peaked out of his waistband, already sending a wave of heat across your body.

“When do you not?” You tease, pushing past him. “You’ve been texting more often, something up?”

It was strange on how frequent Childe had been texting you to come over. Usually you’d come over about two times a week or so, but now it seems like he needs you everyday.

The front door closed. Soon after you could feel his hands resting on your hips as his head cradled in between your head and shoulders. He began to plant subtle kisses along your neck and jawline.

“..Ajax?” You whisper his name. Saying his real name always had an effect on him, and you knew it.

He paused and flipped you to where you were facing him. His eyes were filled with lust and need. “You’re on the pill right?”

You nodded.

In the blink of an eye, he was dragging you up the stairs and down the hallway towards his bedroom. Your back met his bed and his lips met yours. His hands were trapping your wrists on either side of your head, making you whine. You wanted to run your fingers through his soft ginger locks, feel his soft skin; you wanted to touch him.

His movements were frantic as he suck and bit on the skin of your neck. With each marking, you felt yourself getting more and more aroused. It was like he was marking you as his. Something you’ve always wanted, to be his.

“You have no idea, (Y/N)…”His hands left yours and traveled down towards the hem of your hoodie, “Raise your arms.”

You hesitantly obliged. You didn’t understand the first part of his sentence. The cold air attached to your exposed skin, making your nipples harden. Your heart was beating out of your chest. Normally you wouldn’t feel so different at your occasional hookups. But this wasn’t an occasional hookup. You could tell. His demeanor and mood was way different.

He muttered things under his breath as he took in the upper half of your body. “So beautiful,” he whispered, leaning forward to place a kiss on your forehead, “all mine.” His hands crept up your stomach, making butterflies form with each inch he gained. Once they reached your breast, he began to fondle them and continue marking your skin.

Your thoughts were all over the place. He was driving you more crazy than he regularly did. His touches became more rough, making you gasp.

“Say it, say you’re mine (Y/N).”

Your panties were beyond soaked at this point. One more move from him and you might as well come undone.

“I’m yours, Ajax.”

What was going on didn’t seem real. Did he mean what he said? Or was he just so horny he was spouting out nonsense.

Your shorts and panties were ripped off of you and tossed to the floor. Childe’s eyes traveled from yours down to your soaked entrance. He ran his middle finger up and down your slit before inserting two of his slender fingers.

Soft moans escaped your mouth from each thrust of his fingers. Childe was enjoying every bit of it. His dick twitched with every sound or move you made. The way you chased your high by grinding against his fingers was what really did it.

Your release coated his fingers as he pulled out of your hole. It was so filthy, watching him lick his fingers clean. You wanted to look away, but you couldn’t. Your lips were slightly parted and your chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace.

Even with the delicious orgasm Childe always manage to rip from you with his fingers, his dick was a thousand times better. You and him both knew that.

He wasted no time in ridding himself of his sweatpants and freeing his cock from his boxers. Precum leaked from his tip as he fisted his erection a couple times. You expected him to get up to grab a condom from his nightstand, but he didn’t. Instead, he began to rub his dick between your folds, gathering your slick.

“You’re not gonna grab a condom?”

He shook his head, “I want to feel all of you tonight. No barriers, yeah?”

Him fucking you raw was always a dream of yours for years. The two of you always used a condom. He said it’d be more safer, even though you were already on the pill.

“Well?” He began to prod at your entrance, teasing you.

“..Yes.” You panted out, overwhelmed with him and your feelings.

His hips snapped forwards. You could feel every vein and muscle of him inside of you. It felt way better this way. Like he belonged there.

The two of you groaned in union at the feeling. Childe was holding on by mere strings from how tightly you wrapped around him. It felt so good. You eventually relaxed, which allowed him to set a solid pace.

“Fuck, you feel so good around me,” His hands intertwined with yours on either side of your head, which made your heart swoon.

His pace increased, and he began thrusting at an even deeper angle. Your interlocked fingers tightened around his as you moaned.

Childe was so focused on the way your expressions changed with each roll of his hips. He loved it. He loved how your nose scrunched up when you were coming close to your high.

Ever since the two of you started fucking, he’d pick up on everything and anything. What felt good and what didn’t, what sent you over the edge, and most importantly, your limit.

You had a high sex drive like him, which made him like you even more than he already did. He didn’t know when he started to develop feelings for you. Maybe they were always there and he just didn’t know it. Whatever the case was, he was unbelievably obsessed. With you, with your body, your voice, your hair, everything.

“Ah—Ajax!”

Your screams snapped him out of his trance. A white ring had formed at the base of his dick and you looked like a complete mess. He made you come without even realizing it. However, he wasn’t done. He wanted to make you his that night. And to do that, he wanted you going dumb on his cock. The only thought that was going to be on your mind was him. Nothing else.

His hands left yours and took place on your hips. Gripping your sides in a way he knew it was going to bruise. The air was knocked from your lungs when his hips snapped forward.

“You’re so perfect,”Childes voice was low. “perfect for me.”

Broken sobs of pleasure was the only sound you could make. Your mind was foggy and your eyes struggled to stay open. You could feel your conscience slip away from you with each thrust.

Childe was in awe. He watched as his dick disappeared into you, how it formed a bulge in your tummy when he was balls deep. It was beautiful to him.

You had lost count from how many times you came. It shocked you on how much stamina he always had in bed.

His pace hadn’t slowed the moment he entered you. You clawed at his back and tugged on his hair as you moaned his name. You knew you needed a break, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. He felt so good ramming his and your release back into you.

Childe leaned down and rested his head on your shoulder, “I love you.”

Your eyes rolled back and for what felt like the tenth time that night, your orgasm took over your body. This one was much stronger than the others. Your body shook violently as your cum coated his cock. Nothing but ringing could be heard. Your vision was blurry and you could feel your body tingle all over.

Another harsh thrust of Childes hips snapped you back awake, “Say it back.”

Tears fell from your eyes from both pain and pleasure, “I love you! Fuck, I love you, Ajax!”

Your words made him feral. With a thrust, he emptied his load into you, coating your walls white. The two of you caught your breaths for a while before Childe pulled out of you.

If you weren’t so drained of your energy, you would’ve gotten up to take a shower, but your entire body was numb. Childe said something to you, but you were too tired to listen. You fell asleep and decided to talk to him about things in the morning.

~~

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so euripides' hecuba (david kovacs translation) was wilder than i thought it'd be

immediate thoughtssss:

i'm pretty familiar with the sacrifice of polyxena through other sources by now, although this is the first time i've seen her, you know, speak and try to wield whatever small amount of agency she is allowed in her own death. VERY strong iphigenia in aulis parallels. really chewing on the "the trojan war begins and ends with the ritual sacrifice of a young girl" concept

this IS the first time i've gotten to polydorus' whole deal beyond very brief summaries (and similar but different fate in the aeneid). i'll admit i'm a dumbass so i got really confused about the timeframes and the geography. the entirety of the greek army is (somewhere!) in THRACE but not at TROY anymore, but achilles' TOMB is within walking distance? and i assumed polymestor was supposed to be further away but he's right there in this temporary camp and... idk, confusion.

also i rarely mix up greek names but the fact that polydorus was murdered by polymestor. i keep tripping up, sorry

it's interesting that we learn agamemnon argued NOT to kill polyxena, and odysseus got everyone convinced anyway. between this and aulis and trojan women: odysseus just LOVES lobbying for the murder of women and children

SPEAKING OF odysseus, his interactions with hecuba in this were so different than what i'd imagined! for one, there is no clear indicator that hecuba is HIS slave. i for sure thought that'd be a major thing in this.

secondly, in this version HECUBA SAVED HIM THAT TIME HE CAME TO SPY IN TROY AS A BEGGAR? he supplicated her, she got him safely out of troy... ooh you're a WILY one euripides!

ESPECIALLY WHEN odysseus, Mister Hiketeia himself, PHYSICALLY BLOCKS polyxena from supplicating him so he won't be obligated to help her. CHRIST, man!!!

augh athenian odysseus, you are such a genuinely awful man and i need to dissect you with pins and study your insides

when hecuba begs to be sacrificed in polyxena's stead (because she's right! the greeks actually have a REASON to want her dead, as hector and paris' mother), and odysseus argues like, well WHAT would it look like if they'd treated achilles with respect in life but not in death? and i could FEEL ajax reaching out ghostly fingers to odysseus in that moment because he experienced the opposite (odysseus' enemy in life, then respected in death) and WHERE did that get him? just. mm. thoughts.

hecuba knows odysseus is also a parent........ it still doesn't help

RETURN OF TALTHYBIUS! a weeping, sympathetic agent of violence and outrage. he's so interesting to me. is he largely an invention of euripides i wonder? i should look more into talthybius

i understand the need to make polyxena's death as noble as possible, but it did weird me out when talthybius assured hecuba that even as polyxena fell to the ground with a slit throat, she carefully minded her skirt so she wouldn't expose herself in her death throes

POSSIBLY the most sympathetic-acting agamemnon i've come across in these plays? even if all his sympathies and concern for hecuba is implied to be because she is a kind of pseudo-mother-in-law now that he "cares about" cassandra so much... which is, you know, it's own kind of fucked up. euripides absolutely downplays the non-consensuality of that relationship so agamemnon can serve as an agent of justice

okay, it is kind of delicious when agamemnon is like "a WOMAN kill a MAN??? PSSH as if that could ever happen". sir. sir.

how old are polymestor's children meant to be? they're young enough to be "passed between" the enslaved women but polymestor brings them to a soldier camp

if i had a nickel for every time someone had their eyes stabbed out with brooch pins in ancient greek tragedy i'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot but--

i like the visual of polymestor "crawling like a beast" though. fuck you polymestor

and then there's the FAKEST trial because agamemnon pretends to be impartial? THAT was a twist

i couldn't supress a disbelieving chuckle when polymestor's like "oh by the way i have these incredibly specific prophecies given to me by dionysus at an unspecified earlier time. yeah so hecuba you're gonna turn into a dog in just a little while. and agamemnon, just so you know, clytemnestra's gonna kill you and cassandra as soon as you get home"

and of course agamemnon doesn't believe him but i have to wonder as he's getting chopped up later he's like "huh. why does this seem so familiar"

i don't know, man. this play was no trojan women.

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For obvious reasons, I’m quite happy right now 😅 - so here’s my attempt at bringing a little bit of joy back to this app.

A list of awesome people I’ve met on here / awesome interactions I’ve had so far. Hoping to expand this list even further :).

@alessiasfreckles & @onasfreckles: The first people on tumblr I could talk to about mental health without feeling judged at all. Actually, my first followers too! 🙈🤍

@hachengi & @codiemarin: Basically the reason people even started following me. 😅 Invited me into their home and now feel like the big sisters I definitely need in my life. 🫂

@mary: The reason I even started exploring the Netherlands - a country I absolutely fell in love with. And someone I now definitely call a best friend. Sadly not on here anymore. Huge loss if you ask me.

@womenwoso: Left so much love and joy in my inbox over the last few months. Such an awesome supporter. 🥺🧡

@bruhnze: Made sure I never take mean anons to heart. Such a resilient human being. And so supportive! ❤️‍🩹

@helen-with-an-a: Makes me feel like an academic weapon, even though we both know I complain too much to actually be one. 🫣🫶🏻 Still hypes me up! Plus, only writer I’ve ever sent a fic request to ;).

@pinkpurplesunrises: Only been here for a few weeks and already making this app a kinder place. 🩷

@fish-of-satan: Makes me laugh with every single interaction. 💜 So sweet I even forgive her for being an Ajax fan ;). Can’t wait for the Amsterdam tour!

@tammel0808: Not only taught me at least 50 Austrian words by now, but also gifted me the coolest elephant and Groot picture EVER. 🥺🫶🏻

@pickledwoso: Put so much effort into telling me about all the important places to see in Valencia and Madrid! 🫂 Also insanely talented with languages, I'm in awe.

@zethings: Would probably fight mean anons for me 🙈. At the same time, such a ray of sunshine. And an awesome human being 💛💛.

@marialife03: Has helped me more with my Spanish than Duolingo at this point. Such a sweet soul. 🤍

@kind anons: You always make my day ❤️