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[childesglove]

Title: An invitation to a chase

Character(s): Childe / Tartaglia (Genshin Impact)

Summary: Isekai au; It wasn't by choice that you dropped into this game. It was slow, but you slowly manage to make a living for yourself in Liyue. This was not a game anymore. Yet at the same time, you could not shake the feeling that this world had its faith already decided so you decided to become someone from the background not knowing you have gained the interest of a certain harbinger.

Warnings/tags: F!reader, yandere themes, mentions of other characters (liyue)

When you woke up you didn't know where you were...

Confused by the tall mountains and the beastly monsters that carried axes, wooden bats and shields, the small circle monsters that looked afraid when they saw you and ran away, you thought that they were familiar but at the same time in a daze unable to properly understand anything.

It was almost like a dream that you waited to wake up but... you never did.

It was with the help of travelers and adventurers passing by that you finally understood where you were. Their clothes hinted at where you were, and the names of places were another one. It was slow, but soon everything clicked together. You were sucked into a game called Genshin Impact, and you don't know how to get back.

Distraught you were after you realize that other than your clothes, you had nothing, nothing that reminded you of home or a way back. It was with the help of kind-hearted adventurers that you were able to get back up.

You knew that you were in Liyue and with the adventurers who found you here heading to Liyue Harbor. It was soon that you parted ways with them after they were sure that you knew your way around and had a place to stay.

You passed by Xinyan and Yunjin in their repetitive stages till you found Yanfei, who helped you get on your feet and make a living for yourself here.

It has been a few months since then, and oftentimes, you wondered if you should have even become friends with the characters that you once knew from behind a screen. If you were allowed to be their friend when you didn't belong here. No matter how kind Xinagling and Gouba were, they would always be a reminder to you that this was a game that you played once.

The NPCs that you helped as a traveler, even playable characters... it was somewhat nerving to see them... detailed, their struggles beside their quests that they gave to the traveler. You used to see only part of their problem before being forced away from them, unable to talk to them anymore besides a few repeating texts.

You wanted to help them, but part of you also thought that you shouldn't. That later on the traveler would come and help them which you thought would be far more appropriate than... you.

It wasn't like you didn't want to help, but in the end, you realized that they didn't ask for it and that you weren't the traveler anymore, and that you were another person altogether at this point. You didn't have the power to make everything okay again.

Instead, you just choose to be in the background, maybe a friend to Yanfei and a few others or just acquaintances for others if you ever bump into them yet faceless in the whole storyline you suspected to start soon.

So when you were out in the mountains gathering herbs, you didn't think you would see a certain person with ginger hair and blue eyes who came all the way from Snezhnaya.

He was the one who noticed you first as you froze like a deer in headlights unable to move when you meet his eyes. It wasn't like he was gonna kill you, you knew that even if he could he would not. But that never changed the fact that to you he was still dangerous.

Meeting him here all of a sudden without any notice made you unable to casually wave at the man who did so instead look away as you took off leaving him alone to wonder if he had done something wrong to a stranger. Did his wave offend you?

You thought you would never see that man again.

Again, you mentally thought it wasn't like you disliked him or anything, as much as you would fawn over or like this character in the past... it has been months since you last played the game, and the characters became all the more real to you even if you didn't want them to be... yet at the same time still just characters.

Yanfei would occasionally visit your home when you realize that she had her own problems other than what the game shows. That her words weren't on repeat, but actual genuine interest.

It made you think about the future choices that have yet to happen when Zhongli would choose to "die" in the ceremony... how much panic and worry would strike the citizens but also you. It also made you think about a certain toy seller who would cause even greater trouble and turbulence. The same man who waved at you.

It wasn't like you could stop him. You didn't have a vision, nor were you strong enough to fight him.

Choosing to stay quiet till everything passed was what you chose to do when everything would finally happen. You already knew that everything would end well one way or another with the help of the traveler.

You didn't expect to see him again in the mountains. This time, he was sitting on the grass as if he had finished training just a few moments ago. With how messy the whole place around him was? No doubt.

Hidden behind the trees, you stared at the man who you thought didn't notice you, carefully taking a step back you plan to leave.

"You know, it was quite rude of you to just go when someone greets you."

You flinched as you glanced back at him, a cheerful smile on his face.

You were caught.

"I am sorry... I was in a hurry back then." You tried to make an excuse, not making a move to go towards the man nor stepping away to make a run for it. It would be too suspicious. Tho... he probably already was suspicious of you.

"Hmmm, I am not so sure about that."

You watched as he sat up still watching you, "While I don't exactly think that you are a spy seeing how concentrated you were in collecting those herbs, you looked like you almost like a rabbit frozen in place as if I have come to bite you." The smile never once went down, but it also never reached his eyes.

"Tell me, have we met before? Your eyes recognized me when you saw me, but I don't remember ever seeing you."

You bite your lip as you look away. Were you really that obvious? You wondered, but you shook your head. "I don't recall ever meeting you in my life. It was because I experienced an… unfortunate event with the fatui that I now choose to just avoid them." You told him... somewhat honestly…

Well, half truth and half lie really… You did experience events from the game that almost made you dislike the fatui when you watch them cause so much trouble. But you also meet a few here, and while most ignore you, some could be rather...

So, really, you aren't wrong. You just hoped that Childe actually buys into the story enough to leave you from now on.

"Hmmm… Is that so. Well, maybe you can tell me who it was, and I will go check?" ...Childe was definitely trying to do something here. "That won't be needed." You said almost harshly. You were nervous.

"Now, now. If they made a mistake and hurt the passerby for no reason, then they are definitely at fault for it and would need punishment." Childe raised his hand, the other on his waist. "That isn't needed." You told him raising your hand as if to stop him, "It was long ago now, and I do not remember the person's face, nor do I care to get some sort of revenge."

Rather than a random fatui, you prefer if someone could knock some sense into the man in front of you. Not that you would say that.

You already packed your bags and were planning to head out as soon as you heard that Monstade was saved by the traveler and head there for a vacation away from the chaos here. You saved some mora just for this reason, too.

"Ahh, alright. Then how about this. How about I hang out with you whenever you go to the mountains? Think of it as an apology from the fatui." Childe said, taking a step closer still with a friendly smile. You lightly bite your tongue, wondering why he was so insistent. There was absolutely nothing special about you to warrant such interest like this. "That would not be needed."

"Well, but had I not come here a moment or two later, you would have already been hurt by the hilichurl camp here," Childe told you, his smile widening almost like a Cheshire cat. Quickly, you looked to his side, and your eyes widened in surprise. Of course, the mess was from a hilichurl camp.

"Don't worry too much about it they are all down. While you gathered herbs, I can clear out the place for you, and if there is a particularly hard place to get to something, I can also help you out." Childe made the deal sweet in his own opinion, yet when he raised his hand for a handshake you looked into his eyes and noticed that he still was suspicious of you, and you knew that if you declined here he would try other means to watch over you. 

You frowned at him again, "I already told you that I do not wish assistance from the fatui."

"Hmmm, okay there. I will just be right beside you, not as a protector or anything like that, but more on an accidental meeting." You have been left speechless at how shameless this man was. All the while, he continued to smile as if he didn't say anything wrong.

And as much as you hated it, he kept his promise or whatever you would call it. Whenever you would go to the mountains, he was always there acting as if he was just going to head up too and that the two of you should hang out. Or that time you met him on the way, and he decided to follow you up again when you clearly saw that he was actually going down it. When you change the time you usually go up the mountains thinking you could outmaneuver him... he was there waiting for you.

It was unnerving really how often he followed you, as you would now see him in the market and the streets of Liyue Harbor. "Ah! I didn't expect to meet you here, comrade." Childe would openly greet you while you want nothing more than to look away. You didn't doubt that he had eyes everywhere... he probably placed a spy or two on you if he was actually suspicious of you.

Yet somehow you thought that this was different, that the eyes on you weren't cause you were a spy but something else. Not when you realize that Childe's eyes were always on you, no matter what you do, he was always there...

What did he notice...

It was always amusing watching you search for that moment to scurry away like a mouse whenever the two of you meet. It was something that Childe always took pleasure teasing you with.

You have always been like this except to a way to various degrees even with others but more so with him. There was always a distance between you and the world that he craved to figure out. When he first came to Liyue a few months ago, Childe had seen you a few times walking around the streets. You weren't special well, not at first, while vision holders tend to have their own distinct style. You choose something that blended with the crowd and their fashion.

He didn't really care much, just a moment thought and then to the next topic he had to deal with. But he couldn't help himself but look at you again after he noticed you on the side of the street with some vision holders. You guys were talking for a bit, but Childe noticed that stare you had almost knowing, yet no words of it came out of your mouth.

A few times later, he saw you by chance. You sometimes had this distant look in your eyes as you watched the ships come and leave the docks. Sometimes, it was a cautious look or maybe sometimes impatient, but you were always watchful... waiting. You were always looking for so clues, what he wasn't sure but had as time passed gotten curious.

The first time you saw him, he thought that you would maybe wave back as he raised his hand, yet much to his surprise there was recognition in yoru eyes, and then the next thing you did was run away.

You knew him, even tho he had no remembrance of ever meeting you before he noticed you. There was a certain thrill that beat in his heart when he realized that you knew more than you let on.

And to him, it was an invitation to a chase.

He followed you almost ever you went ever since then, mildly disappointed when his duties call for him as he had to for a short put a cause to the chase. But the more he spent time with you, watching you, he knew that you were definitely hiding something. The knowing look you sometimes give to others when you thought that they were looking, as you withheld information that was just about to reach the tip of your tongue. The look that you gave him, when he talked about certain topics, his trill towards fighting, your eyes told him that you knew something that he never told anyone else other than his close associates.

And to him, it was nothing but trilling. You have become something likened to a prey that he had become found over. Someday, there is this itch of wanting nothing more than to rip you apart to know everything about you, but he cherishes you just enough not to.

It would be sad to destroy you like that, but to be fair, even if he had patience... he could only wait for so long.

Note: It is his special day so loll

[childesglove]

Dissimulation Continued

>Yan! Mafia! Childe x Fem! Student! Reader (modern au)

>Word count: 4.9k

>a/n: childe "leave your degree and be my wife" tartaglia. i dont think anything in this classifies as yan since its just a continuation of the original story but still tagging that since the original is yan. also, i wrote the beginning during my flight lol

Being housemates with a mafioso isn't a very ideal situation.

First Part

Airports are holes in the fabric of time. Minutes and hours are blurred, the signature beeping sound before the limitless number of announcements causing an odd fogginess in your mind. They're surreal but comforting. You are forever a traveller there, only at the mercy of your own mistakes and mishaps.

A familiar hair colour stands out in the distance, rising above the lake of heads. Your luggage trolley is pushed closer and closer to that lake, but instead of relief, only a subtle feeling of dread settles in. It is true that in airports you are at the mercy of your own mistakes, but it is the same for the outside world. The only difference is that simply existing and being alive is not considered a mistake in the former.

The voice you've been hearing through your phone for the past weeks finally greets you directly from the source. Everything is a blur, your eyes focusing on the person who makes way through the busy crowd to get closer as the sounds become exceedingly loud. Slowly, you stop in your tracks, mind still under the haze of indistinguishable time. 

The first to go is your backpack, the item promptly removed from your shoulders. The next is the trolley. Your grip on it is gently loosened, and fingers snap in front of your face to dispel the haze from your mind.

"Earth to [Name]? Hey. You alright? The flight couldn't have been that bad, come on."

Your eyes blink a few times, the background chatter becoming more prominent and the face in front of you being focused on by your vision. Words refuse to form on your tongue, so you have to rely on your actions as a last resort. After closing your mouth with mild embarrassment, your eyes settle on his oversized t-shirt. Bare arms greet you when you look for a sleeve, so you settle with grabbing the side of his shirt instead. 

It’s still summer. Of course he’s wearing cap sleeves. The display of what one could easily pass off as clinginess causes him to take a step closer, his arm reaching to wrap around your shoulders. You refuse to directly look him in the eye, but allow the arm to slither around you. ‘I am with this person,’ the arm announces. ‘And we are more than what a first glance can reveal.’

“Are you feeling alright?” The arm pulls you inside a half-hug, the warmth of his body comforting with the smell of familiar cologne. “Did something happen?”

A shake of your head is all you can manage, but it is not accepted.

“Hey,” voice low, the arm around you travels upwards to gently run up and down your head. “Tell me. We’ve talked about this. Don’t hide anything from me. I only want to help.”

To yield and share your feelings with someone such as him is not easy, but you do so anyway, surprised at how easily you were able to speak. “It’s something silly,” you say, eyes glued to the floor. “I just miss home.”

The arm strokes your back comfortingly. There is more than just comfort in his voice. There is sympathy. “I understand.” Commiseration drips from his tone, a hint of melancholy behind the way he holds you closer. “We’ll get through it. Don’t worry.”

The hand grabbing the shirt is now wrapped with another, the warmth from both palms and the touch more noticeable than you would have preferred. Calluses are barely felt, but you know they are there. You saw them in detail right before you left for home. How could you ever forget?

With the other free hand, the trolley is pushed along as both of you walk to the exit. You say goodbye to the building and the odd feeling of time passing inside it. A familiar routine and life is welcomed in its stead, but the welcome is short lived.

You both have stopped walking.

“[Name]?”

You raise your head but do not meet his eyes.

“You haven’t looked at me since you got here.”

Pointing out your actions is cruel, but so is your treatment. Thus, you capitulate like you always do. The sight of the familiar dull blues is something you did not want to welcome but you do.

“Sorry.” You try your best to give a smile even if it’s shaky and uncertain. “I’m just… shaken up. I’ll be alright in a few hours.”

Unfortunately for you, the devil has another demand. “Say my name. You haven’t even said my name yet.”

“Childe?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “My name.”

A light bulb shines above your head, and you immediately respond. “Ajax.”

He smiles. “Again.”

“Ajax.”

You’re near the car before you know it. 

The sun is setting which paints the sky in a beautiful gradient of red and yellow, hints of magenta red peeking through the clouds. The car’s trunk opens and your luggage is promptly placed inside. Your company for the evening comes to stand in front of you, and your eyes instead go to the constellations of freckles dusting across his cheeks. Diverting your attention to him seems to please him because he’s smiling at you.

“It’ll be night by the time we’re there.”

Your statement makes Childe turn around and face the sunset as well. Somehow the mahogany coloured t-shirt is a perfect compliment to the sky’s colours, his hair glowing a fiery red with the sunset behind him.

“If it’ll be night,” he says, hand reaching for the phone inside his pocket, “you can go home and sleep. You need the rest.”

“No.” Childe turns to look at you, phone in hand, but you continue speaking. “I need to call my mom. She said to call when I reach the airport.”

The questioning look on his face turns into a smile. “What do you think I’m doing right now?”

You raise a brow. “Taking me home?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “With my phone. What do you think I’m doing with my phone?”

Your eyes widen when he clarifies, mouth agape before you compose yourself. “Oi. I’m supposed to talk to her, not you.”

Childe’s thumb presses something on his phone, cheeky grin infuriating you further. “Too late. I sent her a text. I told her I picked you up and that we’re on our way home.”

Mouth having fallen open again, you stomp towards him. Aiming for his phone doesn’t help, for he simply raises it above his head and takes a step back. Thus, you grab onto his shirt’s neckline and pull. The smile falls from his face only to return when he’s barely an inch away from your face, noses almost brushing.

“[Name],” he breathes, eyes staring into yours, “I’m sure this counts as public indecency. Let’s go home first.”

Unbothered, you simply sigh. “I told you. I’m supposed to talk to her. Not you.”

Childe pulls away, his hand gently undoing your grip on his shirt. “And why’s that? Maintaining a good relationship with your family is important.”

“If my mother finds out I’m with you so often, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

He blinks, obviously not having understood. “Isn’t that good?”

“No!”

Childe tilts his head, hair no longer glowing in the sunset. It’s starting to get dark now. “Explain.”

With a groan, you humour him, albeit begrudgingly. “She’ll scold me for being too carefree. I don’t want her on my case all the time.”

“Alright,” he whines. “Come on. Let’s go home. You need some dinner and rest.”

The car park’s street lights illuminate the area, and following Childe you get into the passenger seat. With a huff, you look at his smile - that upturn of his lips seemingly always present in front of you - and plop down onto the seat only to feel… ‘something’ under you. Childe raises a questioning brow as you halfway stand up, trying to grab whatever hard object was under you.

It would be a lie to say you weren’t daunted when a heavy, cold metal object sat in your palm.

Like throwing away a scalding hot piece of iron, you fling the gun to the back seat, eyes boring holes into the item as it lays in the back. Almost as on cue, memories of what had occurred pre-departure flood back in mockingly. It was foolish to be even slightly comfortable around him. Have you forgotten your differences?

“Woah! Careful there!” Childe glances at the firearm sitting on the back seat, but quickly turns back to you. Seeing how your chest is heaving as you look ahead, he breathes a sigh of relief. At least he used the safety lever so that it accidentally doesn’t fire. That would have ended badly.

He watches as you pay him no mind, eyes focused on what you can see through the dashboard’s glass. “Hey,” he whispers gently, “I left it there by mistake. My bad.”

You put a hand over your throat, fingers pressed to your right carotid artery. The continuously pumping blood grounds you. It grounds you, but it provides no comfort. Whatever strength remains in you after a long trip is what helps you compose yourself again.

“Let’s just go home.”

Your words are taken as a command, and Chide nods, immediately reversing the car out of the parking space. It’s completely dark now, the sky only illuminated by the moon and whatever stars are visible with the light pollution. As you exit the airport premises, you allow yourself to immerse in the silence.

Head resting against the window, you close your eyes. It’s a shame your family doesn’t know about your new living arrangements.

-

The first thing to greet you at your new accommodation is silence. The next is the sound of your phone ringing. The bag on your shoulders is eased off as you press the device to your ear, Childe leaving the thing on the sofa. Silver chalice coloured polished tiles stare back at you as you greet your mother while your new mafioso ‘housemate’ drags your luggage to your room.

After reassuring your mother that you have reached home safely, you excuse yourself with wanting to rest, something she respects and immediately cuts the call for. Now, your greatest conundrum faces you with crossed arms, dull blue eyes observing you instead of simply looking. It’s a test. You know it.

Thus, being the good student that you are, you play along. It is absolutely crucial that you do so because there is only one thing that may land you in hot water: your refusal to cooperate. Despite all that, there are boundaries you will not allow to be crossed, no matter how much he insists.

“Are you sure about the guest room?” Childe patiently eyes you as you mull over an answer. Eyes still taking in every minute detail of your body, he doesn’t miss you biting your lip for a moment.

With a meek voice that you know is his weakness, you mutter a yes. “I’m sorry,” you excuse yourself. “I don’t think I’ll be comfortable sharing a room just yet.”

“Well,” Childe tries again, grabbing the backrest of the sofa behind him for support, “maybe we could live in the same room, but uh, I’ll go to the guest room to sleep. Then we can slowly get comfortable with each other-”

“Childe.”

He blinks. “Yes?”

“Please.” You make it a point to slightly frown, just to garner his sympathy. “I promise I’m not being distant. I’m just… not comfortable yet.”

He sighs, the sound bouncing off the newly painted walls. “Fine. I don’t want to overwhelm you.” His commiseration, although begrudging, is welcomed on your end. Thus, to show your gratitude, you walk up to him and pat his cheek twice. The action makes his eyes widen as he looks at you, and you’re again reminded of how simple-minded he is at times. It’s almost cute… if you ignore the other stuff.

“Do you… want me to be next to you while you sleep?” Childe asks. “It’s a new environment for you. M-maybe my presence will help you fall asleep.”

You smile at him, thankful that he’s caring about your comfort. Nevertheless, you’ll be fine, so you decline. “Thanks for the offer, but I’ll be fine. I’m sure I’ll pass out as soon as I hit the pillow.”

He’s still looking at you like a sad puppy in hope you’ll change your mind. You do not. “Fine,” Childe yields. “Just call me if you need anything. I’ll… wake you up for dinner. You can nap until then.”

Just the thought of bed makes you sleepy, so you nod and head for your new living quarters. Unfortunately, you do not turn to look at your new housemate’s empty gaze.

-

It takes great strength to open your eyes, even if for just a moment, but you do not bother with waking up. Turning to the other side instead, you snuggle deeper into the cover with the contentment that your mother will come and wake you up whenever appropriate. And she does. The warm hand that rests on your cheek caresses the skin gently, a voice hesitantly calling your name.

The realisation that the hand and voice do not belong to your mother is cruel, but it suffices to instantly wake you up with a startle.

Blue. That is what you first see.

The mattress underneath you feels too hard for a moment, and you feel as though you are somewhere unfamiliar, somewhere you mustn't be. The feeling seems to be a mockery created by your mind, but you allow yourself to breathe before listening to the culprit of your disturbed sleep.

“Sorry.” You give no reaction to Childe’s apology. He continues, “It’s starting to get late, and I didn’t want to wake you up for dinner but decided against that because you probably haven’t eaten in a while.”

You continue to stare at him, giving him a look that says, ‘so?’ but he doesn’t seem bothered. Instead, he has the gall to grab your hand from underneath the cover.

“Let’s eat together.”

Childe ends up receiving a very tired raised eyebrow from you before you actually make a move to get up. However, before he could comment on your tired state and ask you to stay in bed, you have thrown the cover off your body and are already on your way to the living room. It makes him sigh, but he doesn’t complain.

Dinner is late and quiet. It’s around half past ten, but Childe doesn’t mind since you don’t have class in the morning. He took a day off as well, just to make up for lost time. The last time he saw you was weeks ago. Of course he wants to spend time with you.

You, on the other hand, down the home cooked meal without any second thought, brain still on autopilot. It makes you feel bad since you don’t have the energy to compliment his cooking, but hey. He woke you up from a deep sleep. He should feel bad. Nevertheless, the cook shamelessly asks about his cooking.

“Did you like it?”

You blink up at him, responding with a sigh. “I’m too tired to taste it.”

Hands folded over his chest, his portion of food is also gone. “I see. Want to go to bed again? I’ll lay down with you till you fall asleep.”

“I’ll be fine.”

Childe gives you a look again, one that reminds you just how easily his dull eyes make you acquiesce. Despite fighting it, you fail and give in like you always do. “Okay okay,” you grumble. His celebratory smile falls when you elaborate. “But no getting into bed with me. You can uh… just sit there.”

“Why not?” The tilt of his head is accentuated by his slightly furrowed brows. It honestly reminds you of a kid trying to negotiate a later bedtime with his mother. “I promised you I won’t try anything you don’t want me to.”

“That’s not it.”

“Then what is?”

Sensing an argument coming up, you decide to steer the conversation elsewhere. There is too much at stake to anger him just because you’re tired, and you would rather not act like a whining child simply to get what you want. No. You are better than his tactics. Better, but not necessarily perfect.

“I’m sorry,” you say, voice low and dejected, “I just want to be alone. I just got back from home and everything feels so weird.” You sigh, simply to make a point. “If I was living in the dorms, I would’ve still been in bed. I really appreciate you, truly, but I just want to be alone. Living alone isn’t easy.”

He counters almost instantly. “You aren’t alone.”

“I meant family,” you clarify. “Being away from family isn’t fun.”

A pensive expression takes over his face. Childe actually looks like he’s thinking, the gears in his head moving as he tries to make sense of your words. Though they were only to get him to back off and subtly establish your boundaries, not everything was a lie. Well, some of it at least.

“Alright,” he surrenders. “I’ll sit next to you.”

Funnily enough, sleep comes easy with his presence. The fact had baffled you when you woke up in the morning, but the plentiful rest ceased any thinking on your part.

-

Like a sponge slowly soaking up water as it’s left over a water stain, Childe has entered almost every part of your life. He has consumed it entirely, trapping you within his confines as every single activity remains scrutinised. You had first thought you were the sponge, but you were mistaken. Childe is the sponge. You are the water he has soaked up and gotten hold of.

The power is in his hands. Though it’s not unpleasant most of the time, his proprietorial behaviour never fails to remind you of the numerous differences in both your personalities and mentalities. At first, you were able to subtly manipulate him like you did when you first got back. Unfortunately, he has either realised your tactic or grown immune to your tired expressions with displeased frowns and sweet pleadings.

You have no idea what to do.

It absolutely does not help that you are under the added stress of your studies and with no means of clearing your mind because you aren’t sure how to go out with your friends. It also doesn’t help that you simply don’t have the time to go out with your friends. 

Rubbing your eyes, you cross out the name of a particular course before clicking on the submit button. The word ‘submitted’ appears in front of ‘assignment 3’, and you instantly put your head down on the table. As usual, your laptop’s screen turns off after its three minute timer is up, prompting your mind to start thinking over your next assignment.

There’s around five days to the deadline and it’s an essay. Perhaps having it drip with affectation might impress the tutor. She is one for grandiose after all. All you’ll need is to find synonyms of every other word and make them sound pretentious. Yes, that’ll do. Just make a rough draft and then edit it with the synonyms so that it’s easier to write and organise your ideas.

Wait… you haven’t even done the reading yet. How are you supposed to write it without doing the required reading? 

Taking a peek at the clock on the wall, you make a mental note of reading and writing down main points and ideas before bed. That’s the only thing you have the energy left to do. Maybe you’ll watch a movie tonight, forget any academic obligations and let the mistakes take over.

“Sulking? Or tired?”

Your beloved housemate’s voice calls out from somewhere behind. That gives you a very clear idea that he’s invited himself inside the room. The door was closed. You didn’t hear anything.

Without raising your head, you mumble out your reply. “Both.”

A chuckle, and you hear him sitting down on the bed. “Wow. You sound like you need a twelve hour sleep.”

“Maybe I need twenty.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles again, “you’re going to need drugs for that.”

With a sigh, you raise your head, eyes staring at Childe’s blurry reflection on your laptop’s screen. “Maybe a drug cartel-ish business would’ve been easier. How much do you make again?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugs. “I don’t really need to keep track. It’s more than enough.”

“Show-off.”

“To be fair there are no drugs involved.”

You raise a brow at his reflection. “Then what is?”

“Hm.” Childe crosses his arms, faking deep thought. “You would have to be assassinated if I told you. Which is obviously unpreferable.”

“Yeah. I’m good then. Keep your secrets.”

He laughs again, louder this time. “Technically, spouses are immune to that rule. You’re gonna have to marry me if you want to know.”

A click of your tongue and you turn to look at him. Your expression is anything but playful. “Keep your secrets.” Now that you see the burnt maroon shirt and black pants, you figure that he just came back home. He’s even wearing his gloves.

“Oh, come on [Name]. I’m not that bad.”

You don’t reply.

“I am…?”

“No comment,” you deadpan. With that, you turn back to your laptop and turn it back on. Quietly, you close the pdf files of your submitted assignment and open the ones relating to the essay you need to turn in. By your estimate, you need to do lots of brainstorming, so if you start right now, you can get it done in around three days.

A hand flat on the table next to yours and warm breath over your ear startle you as you attempt to start reading. “Week six,” Childe reads, “the emotional mind: emotion, reason, and consciousness. Discuss the argument the author of this document has laid out and present your own views on the topic he is discussing. There is no right or wrong answer. You will be graded over your coherency in your writing and skills in identifying any possible discrepancies or invalidity of arguments. Please feel free to contact me or your tutor if you need help. The format is the same as what we discussed in class. Good luck.”

You open the document that is your required reading for the assignment and hear a grumble from Childe. He moves closer to you and instinctively, you lean forward to maintain what little distance there was. Gently, he coaxes your hand off the touchpad and asks if there’s any unsaved progress in the tabs you’ve opened. Once you say no, he closes everything.

After shutting down the laptop, he picks it up and places it on a side table. “Take a break,” he says. “You don’t need to work so hard.”

Tired, you’re almost tempted into listening to him but snap out of it when you hear what he says next.

“I’m going to take care of you, so even if something happens and you can’t complete the degree, you don’t have to worry.”

The statement makes you frown and you clearly show your displeasure with your expression and words. "That's not very nice."

He simply shrugs. "All I'm saying is that there's no pressure on you. Take it easy."

"The kind of pressure you're talking about is irrelevant."

Childe shifts his weight from one foot to the other, hand on a hip. "Is it? In what way," he challenges. "You left home to come to a different country to study. Of course there's pressure to succeed. I'm just trying to ease that."

"No. You're not." You finally find the courage to look straight into his challenging stare, unyielding despite feeling your heart start to beat faster. "You might be trying on your end, but it just makes me feel worse."

Your chest rises with every beat of your heart, the lub dub clearly audible in your ears. Again, Childe shifts his weight onto the other foot. He’s still looking at you that way, and it’s freaking you out. How can his stare be so… overwhelming? 

“If you really think,” he says, “that what I say makes it worse, then I’m sorry.”

Out of surprise, you look over his expression but the furrowed brows fail to show any sign of insincerity despite his flat tone. The discrepancy makes you frown again, but you don’t bother explaining the expression to him. “Alright,” you say. With that, you go back to your table only to stare at the empty space in front of you.

There’s eraser dust around the table, your stationery haphazardly lying around and a single notebook open. There’s also your phone and a little packet of salted peanuts to munch on while studying. You hear a deep inhale from somewhere behind you but don’t bother pausing your aimless staring. It’s the sudden physical presence behind you that demands your attention back.

“[Name].”

Be mature about this, you tell yourself. There’s no need to be petty and say something neither of you will like.

At your silence, he continues. “[Name], are you… mad at me?”

Of course not! I love it when you say that you’ve cemented the idea of the both of us together. You start, “Childe-”

“Ajax.”

“Ajax,” you correct yourself, “gosh I’m still not used to that name. Anyway, I’m not mad at you.”

There’s a sound of disbelief that comes from behind you. “You’re not even looking at me!”

“I’m processing not having to use my brain. Give me a moment.”

He scoffs this time. “I don’t believe you. You’re doing the same thing. You’re being distant again.”

“I’m not,” you defend.

“Yes. Yes, you are. I know how this will inevitably go down. You’re going to grow more distant and talk less until there’s a confrontation that leaves you crying.” Childe continues despite your silence. “I don’t want that.”

It forces you to think he’s selfish, that he only thinks for himself when he says that he doesn’t want that, but despite wanting to think so, you know that he says that for you. His countenance gives away what his words cannot, and you still remember the face he made when it had happened.

That pure horror and regret is one of the reasons why despite his actions you still respect this man. Maybe it’s the only reason you don’t scream at him everyday, be acrimonious and cry yourself to sleep over your predicament. He may have taken over your life, but he also undoubtedly and unequivocally loves and cares for you. Even if he sometimes looks at you like you’re hiding something.

You will ignore the occasional watchful eyes in favour of the care he is capable of. Perhaps, or even most likely, it is the only reason why you think twice before speaking when you’re in a bad mood.

“So,” Childe says, a hand now next to yours on the table as he leans closer behind you, “let’s talk it over, okay?"

A question pops up in your mind, and you voice it after pulling your hand under the table. “Talk over what? I was just about to say that I’ll try my best not to do that again. And as for right now, I’m really just processing things. I’m tired.”

“Hm,” he hums. “The offer is still on the table. I can make your life easy. All you need to do is give me one chance.”

You scoff. “Easy? I think my life is easy enough. I don’t have to work, only study. Heck, you even do the groceries and cook more than half of the time.”

“I suppose you have a point.” In one swift movement, your chair is grabbed by the backrest and dragged to the edge of the bed. There, Childe seats himself, satisfied at the eye contact. “But I could make it easier.”

Arms now crossed, you respond to his offer with a question. “What, so you’re a magician now? I didn’t know you had a side gig.”

He laughs, boyish and charming. “Of course not. I’m just telling you what I can do for you. Nothing more.” 

The smile on his face unsettles you. It’s one of the scheming ones. The one he has when he’s cooking up something that definitely is not food. Nevertheless, his little ‘clarification’ is met with nothing more than nonchalance on your end.

“Alright,” you shrug. “Thanks for making me take a break. I really needed it.”

He’s still smiling, albeit differently this time. It’s morphed into something more sincere, something more warm and welcoming. The look in his eyes is no way the same. “Absolutely. There’s no way I wouldn’t help you.”

The conversation seems almost over, and you are about to get up to lie on your bed when a demand pauses your movements. “Say my name,” he says. “I love hearing my name from you.”

You know why he asks that of you sometimes. It grounds him, reminds him of who he is behind the red mask that lays next to the vase on the side table. Gloves are peeled off, and hypnotised by the reveal of the long fingers underneath them, you mindlessly give your reply.

“Ajax.”

“[Name],” he breathes.

You are just as breathless. “Ajax.”

Face now resting in his palm, his smile is small but affectionate. “[Name].” Eyes follow as well, turning into something more soft. You finally see the image of someone adoring and can’t help the almost desperate call that slips from your mouth.

“Ajax.”

You do not know who you were calling to.

[childesglove]

Did You Cheat On Me? Revenge Taste Bitter (Part 2)

Summary: Childe thought you had cheated on him and he decided he was going to take revenge, even if it hurts both of you. Now that he realised he made a mistake, how can he ever fix this?

Read Part 1

Tags: Angst with comfort, Hurt, Implied Violence, Reader has anxiety attack, not proof read, verbal abuse, a lot of screaming

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You turned and leaned against the door, breathing heavily as you felt the weight of the world crashing on you. You parted your lips and an ugly sob escaped you. You covered your ears in an attempt to block out all the noises but it did nothing to silence your thoughts.

Your heart ached so much it felt almost physical. You haveso many questions but all you could do was curl yourself into a tight ball.

Like a hammer striking a fragile mirror, reality shattered the memory into a thousand sharp fragments. All the lovely images of him smiling sweetly at you, holding you tight and making you feel safe shattered.

It was a painful reminder that he was not the one.

He was just a passerby in your life that left a scar that would take forever to heal.

You stayed in the same position for what felt like hours before you started packing your clothes.

With one last look, you left this place that you once called home.

The same day

Childe was lost in his thoughts, he was growing restless as each moment passed by, he couldn’t forget the look on your face when you left.

He felt sick and twisted for making you cry even when you were the one that betrayed him. He was supposed to feel happy, triumphant even, yet all he felt was emptiness and a sense of dread.

He doesn’t even know where that dread came from.

“ Lord Harbinger, a man that claims to be a friend of Ms y/n is requesting an audience.”

“Let him in.”

“Urm, Hello. I’m Matt.” A nervous-looking man entered, his eyes darted around as he licked his lips nervously.

“You dare..” Childe’s eyes narrowed coldly as he recognised the man, it was that bastard that you cheated with.

“I think we have a misunderstanding here!” Matt widened his eyes as he put his hands up in an attempt to calm the harbinger down. “I am Y/n’s childhood friend, I recently just came back from Sumeru to visit my family.“ The poor man was talking like a machine gun as if a bomb is about to set off.

That feeling of dread is coming back again, Childe stared at Matt, waiting for him to continue.

“Y/n is just like a little sister to me and I am really happy she found someone.” When he mentioned you, Matt’s eyes softened for a second. “I wanted to explain to you yesterday but you looked like you were ready to kill me..” he smiled sheepishly.

“What..what did you just say?”Childe’s mind was a whirlwind of panicked thoughts, his instincts screaming at him to find you and beg for forgiveness but he didn’t even know where to begin.

Everything made sense now.

The way you looked so hurt, confused and offended when he confronted you.

“What have I done?” Childe muttered, his face contorted into a horrified expression.

He messed up.

When he went back to their shared home, he was greeted with nothing but emptiness. The house was silent, not a trace of you was left behind. Your matching mugs, the plushies you insisted on keeping, and the photo frames of you and him were all gone.

A letter was left on the table.

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Dear Ajax,

I went against my whole family and friends to be with you, and I really thought it would be you in the end but turns out, my mother was right. You were not and never would be that man.

I wished I’d never met you, you make me feel sick.

Hope we never meet again.

Y/N

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As he read, Childe’s hands began to tremble as he clutched at his chest, trying to hold himself together, but the emotions were too overwhelming, raw.

His face was twisted in agony, tears streaming down his cheeks as he read and re-read the words on the page.

He can’t believe he fucked up so badly.

It felt like yesterday when you pressed yourself against his back, whispering how much you loved him. The way you kiss his ears, giggling as you watch his ears turn red under your touch.

Each time he came back from the battlefield tainted with blood and all worn out, all he wants is to see you, hear you call his name so sweetly.

Yet all of these are gone because of his foolishness.

Part 3?

[childesglove]

Did You Cheat On Me? Revenge Taste Bitter

Summary: Childe thought you had cheated on him and he decided he was going to take revenge, even if it hurts both of you. PS: Nobody cheated so don’t worry

Part 2

Warnings: Angst with comfort, Hurt, Implied Violence, Reader has anxiety attack, not proof read, verbal abuse, a lot of screaming

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“Tell me, who is that man?” Childe yanked your arms towards him harshly making you fall towards him, “ did you cheat on me?” His face was contorted in a fiery rage, there was this coldness in his eyes that sent a shiver down your spine.

“What are you talking about?” You shook your head, confused and offended that Childe would even ask you this. Did he think this lowly of you?

“Don’t.You.Lie.” Childe’s hands were balled into fists so tightly his knuckles turned white before he suddenly hit the wall beside you with a loud thud. You jolted as your eyes widened in shock and fear, you did not understand what was going on and you never saw Childe acting this.. violently around you.

“What the fuck? Childe what the hell was that..” you raised your voice but he cut you off, “ you unfaithful bitch, I’ll make you regret this.” With that, he slammed the door shut leaving you alone.

The next few days was pure hell.

You lost your job. When your Ex is a harbinger, there’s nothing much you can really do when he decided he’s going to ruin your life. All the years you spent studying, fighting for your dream were all like a joke now.

“Ajax, can we-“ you stepped into his office but was brought into an abrupt halt when you saw him holding another women. Your fingers trembled as you clutched the strap of your bag tightly, you stood there frozen as your eyes met his.

He was smiling.

There was a spark of satisfaction that danced like fire in his eyes, his lips twisted into a slight smirk.His smile dropped when he saw a single tear slipped out of your eye.

Your breath hitched, unsure of where to look as more tears start to escape. You felt like you can’t breath, you knew that familiar feeling.

An incoming anxiety attack. Something you have not experienced since you got together with Ajax. Because he’s always there to tell you everything is okay, hush you to sleep when you’re trembling and shaking.

The man that made you forget pain taught you what betrayal felt like today.

You felt disgusting.

Childe gaze lingered on your back as you left, he did this out of spite but there was no sense of satisfaction, the taste of revenge felt bitter and awful.

With a sudden, violent motion, he swept his arm across the table, sending his books flying in all directions. “ Get the fuck out.”

The fatui subordinate, who disguised as his new girlfriend, scrambled and quickly took her bag and left quickly.

Part 2 coming soon

[childesglove]

Diluc being jealous: NSFW

_______✂️WARNING✂️______

This fic contains elements of non con, violence and is NSFW. If you are a minor or is uncomfortable with dark contents, please do not continue.

Not proofread btw, so if you’re particular with grammars, oops. 

Diluc:

“who is he?” Diluc asked, his eyes were like two frozen pools of ice, staring at you with a cold, calculating gaze. His face was expressionless, giving away nothing of his thoughts or emotions.

“Urm, he’s a close friend of mine, I haven’t had the opportunity to introduce you to him.” You contemplated your choice of words, not wanting to anger your husband.

“Close friend?” He let out a short laugh, his lips pressed into a thin line as he cornered you. “He was staring at you like meat on a plate.” You opened your mouth to defend your friend but the way Diluc glared at you was enough to keep you quiet, you know better than to aggravate the situation.

“Cat got your tongue?” Diluc is usually polite, kind and well, a gentleman but today is not the day. Diluc pulled your arm and yanked you towards him, making you fall forward. You tried to pull away but his grip only tightened, making you yelp in pain.

Diluc pushed you against the wall, his face inches away from yours. “ I’m rather frustrated, forgive me for being a little rough.” He growled, you could feel his hot breath on your neck as he stripped off your skirt, you shivered from the sudden contact with the cold air.

You frantically looked around the mansion, worried that the maids will find you in this situation. Diluc’s fingers crawled inside your underwear, he spread your folds with two fingers while the others brushed against the nerve roughly making your knees give way. You’re practically sitting on his fingers while he fingered you till you’re wet and ready.

“Wait, hold on,” you begged as you try to stand up and find a balance, diluc took this as an opportunity and he ripped off your bra, your underwear is holding on for dear life as he continued to fuck his fingers into your cunt.

Without warning, he pushed you to the floor and spread your legs into an M shape making your wet pussy exposed to his gaze. The next second you know, he yanked off his pants and dived his cock into your pussy making you gape for air.

His thrusts were rough and messy, each thrust hitting the deepest spot, your mouth is wide open as you struggle to breath. The loud sound of his balls hitting your lips as your pussy started getting more wet and lewd.

Both his hands were situated on your inner thigh, spreading your pussy while he pound inside. “can he fuck you better than me?” You shake your head as you cried out promises that he’s just a friend and nothing more.

You were used like a whore as he continued to use your hole over and over again until they are red and sore. You were on your fours while you’re forced to hold your pussy wide open for him to use till he is satisfied.

“Please I cant take it anymore..” you cried and begged while you ride him in a cow girl position, you have to keep bouncing up and down , eating his cock whole even though you’re already tired and overstimulated.

“Wait I’m going to cum!” You screamed you swore you saw diluc smirking, your eyes widened in fear as you realise what he’s gonna do. He thrusted even harder and faster while his finger went in front to rub your clit. You screamed from the sudden pleasure, your whole body shaking as you cummed on him, making a huge mess.

“Let this be a reminder to not piss me off again.”

[childesglove]

hi I've been following your tiktok for a while and when I saw you were on tumblr I freaked out and immediately knew I had to jump in that ask box but is it okay if I ask for a NSFW yandere cyno who stalks the reader then kidnaps them?

Yandere Cyno Stalking & Hunting You Down (Nsfw)

__________Warning_________

Mentions of : NSFW, Obsessive Behaviour, Stalking, Kidnapping, Sexual Penetration, Non Consensual, Afab Reader

This is not proof read btw !

People who are not comfortable with the tags, do not read.

It’s been a few weeks since you realised that someone was actively following you.

Initially, a few pair of socks went missing and you thought nothing of it but it became painfully obvious when you would wake up with open windows and doors indicating that someone was there.

Was Cyno that stupid to leave such a obvious clue? Of course not.

He’s been watching you from afar for a while, always protecting you in the shadows careful to not be seen by you or your friends.

It was all going to be fine until one filthy man decided to lay his hands on you. You were so oblivious and naive, unknowing of what was going to happen to you. You would have been raped and even killed after being drugged by that scumbag if he was not there to protect you.

He went on a rampage, he snapped every single bone and made sure the man had a slow and painful death.

From then onwards, he realised that watching you from far is not enough, he needs to put you under his wings.

You jumped when you heard a knock then the door slowly creaked open revealing the perpetrator.

“Hello there.” Cyno tilt his head , an amused smile forming on his lips, “ I am sure you’ve heard of me, I am the General Mahamatra of the Akademiya. You may call me Cyno.”

You tried to smile but your hands are clutched together nervously, “ why are you here?” You asked, your voice soft and shaking.

He glanced down and clicked his tongue taking in how beautiful you looked in that night dress. “ You committed a crime,” his voice was calm and well composed, “ I am here to deliver judgement.” He took a second to admire how your eyes widened in a confusion and fear when he said that.

You opened your mouth wanting to explain bur he put a finger to his lips hushing you to be quiet.

“Shhh, stay put.” With one swift movement, he pushed you to the bed, crashing his body on yours. He covered your lips with a hand and the other one held your hands over your head.

“I am going to offer you a favour,” he took a sniff on your neck, muffling out your screams and struggles. “ you can choose to be a prisoner in a small prison cell where you are provided with little food and dirty water, OR,” he paused, “ you could stay by my side, be my adorable little wife and in exchange, I’ll protect and provide for you, your parents wouldn’t have to work anymore.”

You paused, panting heavily from lack of air and your dress covering your chest and shoulder slipped down, showing him some parts of your breast. His breath hitched, “ you truly are beautiful.”

He let out a soft chuckle before grabbing a handful of your breast and dragging it out of the dress, you gasped but he held your hands tightly while he suckled your pink nipple.

“Please, I didn’t do anything.” You begged, panting as his hand went to pinch and knead on the neglected side. You are supposed to hate this but the way your body reacted to such rough treatment betrayed you.

Cyno’s free hand pushed in between your legs and found the unspoken area under the thin lace underwear. “ god you’re wet.” You gave a loud exhale at the touch and tried to kick him but he grabbed your creamy thigh harshly making you cry from pain.

His fingers found his way to your wet slip before making circular moments on the bud of nerve making you moan.

“ see, you can enjoy this if you be good.” He whispered against your ear before flipping you and bending you over, he reached under your dress and ripped off your panties. You gasped at the cold air touching your skin, you tried to move away but he delivered a loud smack on your clit making you froze in pain as he admired your bare pussy and ass.

He sat back and fisted his long cock before pushing you down and the next second you know, he is already balls deep inside you. You sobbed loudly as he started thirsting you fast and hard, “ fuck you’re right.” You could hear his ball sags hitting your pussy and those lewd wet sound each time he thrust.

Your legs are being pulled 180 degree wide as he thrust up, both of you could see how you cunt is eating all that cock up and how your big breasts are jumping up and down.

“ look at you, moaning so loudly, tongue sticking out while being fucked by me.” He bit your nipple harshly, earning a loud cry. His finger went to your clit, rubbing hard as you scream and have your release. You fell limp against his chest while he continued to overstimulate you. You frantically tried to stand up from the overstimulation but he held you down, he purposely thrusted on the sweet spot while he fondled with your clit repeatedly. With a loud yelp, your orgasm came again and you squirt all over him and he came inside you.

“ You are mine now.” He laid a kiss on your forehead, watching you fall asleep.

[childesglove]

Masterlist( Updated)

NSFW

Sitting on Cyno’s Lap

Diluc Being Jealous

Tighnari In Heat

Sitting on Dottore’s Lap ( Mind Control)

Sitting On Pantalone’s Lap

Punishing Bratty Reader (Childe, Scaramouche)

Yandere Xiao Stalking You

Cyno Stalking & Hunting You Down

Angst

Albedo getting mad at you because you spilled coffee on his work

Did You Cheat On Me? Childe thought you cheated on him and decided to take revenge

[childesglove]

I would just like to say a suggestion!Could you do a Xiao spicy version of him if you could?And ofc if you can't it would be just fine. Like I said,Just a suggestion:)

Yandere Xiao Stalking You

________❌Warning❌_______

This fic contains elements of non con, violence and is NSFW. If you are a minor or is uncomfortable with dark contents, please do not continue.

Xiao is man of few words, he doesn’t speak much but he have a lot of.. well, thoughts.

Sometimes when he stares at you, something the way his dull eyes bore into yours as if he can see through you make you feel unsettled.

Xiao watched your every move, his gaze intense and unwavering. He is trying to protect you, don’t you understand?

It started off small, he will clear out pathways and ensure there’s no monsters or anything dangerous when you leave your house.

Then he started following you, mindlessly. He wants to know where you are going, who you are going to be with and it doesn’t stop that. He wants to know every single detail of your life.

The feeling he developed for you grew more intense , you are just so fragile, weak and unable to protect yourself. You need a protector, a being like himself, he try to convince himself what he is doing now is not wrong.

You looked like an absolute angel in your sleep, in those thin robes that could barely cover your body. He ticked his tongue in annoyance, you yelped when you felt someone’s hand on your neck.

You opened your eyes and before you could scream, Xiao covered your mouth. “shhh.” He hushed you and you froze in fear.

What happened next left you absolutely flabbergasted, you couldn’t process what happened. A literal adeptus, entered your room in the middle of the night is right in between your legs.

You tried to kick him off but he held your leg still as he went rampage on your hole. He slurped and sucked on the bud of nerves so hard you could see stars, you felt your face flushing when you heard him let out an amused laugh.

“Has someone ever touch you like that?” He asked as he lay you on your bed , scissoring your hole wide and watching you gape for air.

“ no, no please stop.” you’re trying to shake the feeling as pleasure washed you over like waves, the wet quenching sound echoing the room as he fingers you hard and fast making you feel guilty, humiliated and embarrassed.

Xiao watched you intently as you cummed all over his finger, without having a care that you are probably overstimulated now, he shoved his cock into your throbbing hole.

He used you over and over again.

“ I’ve received my payment, I’ll be your protector, nobody will be able to hurt you under my protection.” He gave you a kiss on your forehead and sat beside you till you fell asleep.

[childesglove]

HIII can we be mutual??? Your content r just my type and idk u seem nice

Of course I would love to!

[childesglove]

Nothing really to say, just wanna let you know I found you through TikTok and now a frequent visitor of your page. You're such a great writer and keep up the good work! Some of us just want some loving and your content helps us cope! Love you, and stay safe!

I'm so glad that you enjoyed my content and that it makes you happy. I hope life goes well to you and things get better:) stay safe too!

[childesglove]

Can you do one where albedo is mad at you ruining all his paperwork and destroying precious potions he made or something n please take your time (I just really like albedo lol)

It was a mistake , really. Usually, Albedo would let it slide because he knew you didn’t mean it and how could he be angry at his lover over something this small?

But it was a bad day, perhaps, or maybe he’s just completely done with the bullshit you’ve been giving him.

“I’m sorry, i didn’t mean it.” Your eyes were fixed on the ground as you felt Albedo’s glare, like a blast of arctic cold air,cold and unforgiving.

“Just exactly how many times do you want me to repeat this?” His face was a mask of anger, his lips pressed together in a tight line as he glared at you. “ I told you multiple times to not enter the lab when I am working and now you just spilled the coffee on the very thing I didn’t want you to. “ His tone was harsh and unforgiving, his words laced with contempt and disdain.

You never saw him this angry.

You stood there helplessly, a sense of humiliation and guilt washed through your body and you could only muster strength to run out of the lab when he told you to leave.

An ugly sob escaped you as you closed the door, you frantically covered your mouth afraid that he will hear it. It’s all your fault, that you always fuck things up. Even a man as patient as Albedo is sick of you now.

Albedo can’t concentrate, he tried to focus on his work but all he could recall is the way you trembled under his unforgiving gaze, shoulders slumped as he spilled out harsh words.

Are you crying now?

Are you hurt?

Are you scared of him now?

These thoughts plagued his mind and he felt a heavy weight settling at the pit of his stomach.

He hesitated before reaching for the handle, his heart racing from anxiety, what if you got angry and left him? The door creaked open revealing a heart breaking sight.

To see you curled up under the blankets, eyelids heavy and swollen from crying, the tears still drying from your cheeks as you drifted to sleep broke him.

He carefully climbed up the bed and lay beside you, pulling you into a warm embrace, “ I’m sorry.”

[childesglove]

Could you do one of tighnari in heat breeding the reader please :)

Warning: Non con elements, NSFW, not proof read

Hope you enjoy this :)

You opened the door and were surprised to find out that nobody was at home since no lights are on and you heard some panting.

Just as you switched on the lights, a man pushed you against the wall with a loud thud. As you locked eyes with Tighnari, you felt a bolt of electricity passing through you, jolting them with its intensity.

Tighnari buried his face in the crook of your neck, taking in the sweet floral scent of your skin before sucking them eagerly earning a loud moan.

You tried to push him away but he held gripped both of your hands together tightly with one hand, the other hand went under your dress and started stroking your clit with a force that made you scream.

“Shhh don’t cry, it will be quick.” Tighnari is in heat, all he could care about now is that little hole underneath the dress and he just wants to stuff you full with his seeds.

With one simple strip, your dress is gone, leaving you naked to his eyes, a feast he would say.

He carried you with one arm and carefully put you on the table, he gave you a gentle kiss on your lips before pushing his throbbing cock into your pussy.

He moaned in delight at the sensation, “ fuck you’re tight.” The way your pussy is sucking on his cock as you mewl out sweet cries each time he thrust on that sweet spot drives him crazy.

After round 1, he will flip you over so you’re on your all fours like a bitch in heat while he slams you over and over again until your hole is sore and swollen.

[childesglove]

OK SO LIKE HEAR ME OUT RN. PANTALONE GETTING US TONS OF GIFTS BUT THEY SLOWLY TURN INTO LINGERIE, VIBRATORS, COLLARS, CAT EARS AND ETC. AND HE MAKES US SHOW IT OFF FOR HIM ‼‼🤷‍♀️

I love this idea so much holy shit.

Pantalone starts by giving you flowers, expensive jewellery and all the gadgets that you had your eyes on. Later on when you’re more comfortable with him, he offers to pay you your tuition and school fees, credit card bills and even give you monthly allowance for being a good girl.

“Look at you, so pretty and dolled up for me.” The way he whisper against your sensitive ear and stare at you as if you’re the most gorgeous thing is enough to get you feral.

Believe me or not but I think Pantalone is into furry shit, he probably will buy you cat ears, a maid outfit and a collar with his name on it. He will make you kneel on the floor and suck him off while calling him daddy or master, literally would buy you some kinky and expensive as hell lingerie and proceed to tear them apart while fingering you.

I love him.

[childesglove]

are you taking requests?

Yes I do! But It takes time for me to do since I have school.

[childesglove]

hii could you make something like sitting on dottores lap? Of course take your time

Sitting on Dottore’s Lap While He Is Working But He Do You Instead.(Mind Control)

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Not proof read or edited so 🤷🏻‍♀️

As you sink into Dottore’s embrace, his strong arms immediately wrapped around your waist , holding you securely in place. Your mind races with thoughts of danger and escape, you can feel his heart beating steadily against your back.

You are terrified and the doctor can sense it. He turned you around such that your chest are facing each other, you can feel the heat of his breath on your skin and he let out a low chuckle that rumbled in his chest.

“ aww, shall we play a little game?” He whispered to your ears, a wicked grin forming when he saw how they turned red. The next thing you know, your underwear got stripped off in one smooth pull and you found yourself rubbing your sensitive clit against his cock against your free will.

You tried kicking him away but he spread your legs wider as he position his cock and continued to rub at the most sensitive spot until you are dripping and a sobbing mess.

“Hold your legs open.” Your head is screaming no but your hands obediently held them high up for him to access and use your hole as he please.

“Bounce, all the way, I want you to swallow every single inch.” He made you squat on the chair and each time you bounce on his cock, he will slap your ass and slam you down until he is balls deep.

He will specifically have the kamera ready to capture each moment. Your fucked out face, swollen and red clit dripping with cum and how you will spread your vagina and eagerly swallow everything even though you didn’t want this.

He love it.

[childesglove]

Sitting On Pantalone’s Lap While He Is Working

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You’re sitting on Pantalone’s lap while he is doing work but it is getting more difficult to keep quiet with him pounding and grinding your sweet spot with the shaft of his cocky.

You found your self holding on to the table with shaking hands, your pussy is probably red and swollen now from how long he has been drilling. Was it one hour already?

“Shhh, If you continue to be this loud, people will hear you..” he whispers to your sensitive ears , his hand rubbing messy circles on your clit while he continue to rail you at merciless speed. The wet squelching noises is so loud it feels sinful.

You are still wearing your underwear but it is stretched all the way to the side exposing your hole to the cold air. Just when you are about to release, he stopped.

He laid back, “ I’m tired. Move.” His wicked grin intensified as he turned you around so he can see your big tits as you bounce on his cock. He held your legs further apart, the sight of your hole swallowing his dick so well make you even wetter.

The show ended with you creaming on his cock, screaming as he continued to rail you during your release.

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Genshin Men Punishing Bratty Reader

(Scaramouche, Childe) requested by anon!

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Scramouche

• He would pound your pussy so hard while making you hold your legs wide open. If you can’t open your legs because you’re so overstimulated? He would pound it on that sweet spot even harder until your leg is shaking and your tongue is sticking out

• He would smack your clit while you are in the middle of a release , you won’t be able to struggle because you are being all tied up

• He would make you apologise over and over again with teary eyes and swollen pussy

• Once he is done correcting your behaviour, you will lick and suck him clean

Childe

• Childe would rail you against the window, making your tits bounce outside. If any of the maids look up, they will see how your eyes roll to the back, big tits bouncing up and down while getting gripped by a pair of big hand.

• After he is doing releasing his loads into your insides, he will take the shower head, on the water level to max power and hit it on your overstimulated clit. You can kick and scream but he would make sure you squat right on the shower cap for a good 3 minutes

• Once you apologise and promise to be a good girl , he will kiss you and buy you presents

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