#foul legacy wrapped around you and your ear pressed against his chest

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

OMG YOU FOUND HIM IN THE VIDEO?!?

I was afraid they didn’t put him in at all! :O

I guess it makes sense though? He’s not part of this event, but he’s still a prominent character in the game, so I was a bit disappointed that he wasn’t chilling with anyone. :/

BUT THEN I REMEMBERED (no offense, Childe my love) he literally doesn’t have any friends 😭 Like all the harbingers lowkey hate him and he lowkey hates them back. He’s only really interacted with Yoimiya, Xinyan, and Zhongli?

Like Yoimiya and Xinyan definitely aren’t that close to him. They kinda just hung around him because he was in an event with them? Then he’s only friends with Zhongli, but it doesn’t make sense for them to hang out because Zhongli was hanging with the other archons.

But then I tried thinking about who he COULDVE hung out with and???

It’s not like with Albedo and Tighnari, they were clearly hanging out because they’re both intelligent and we’re probably talking. Or like with Itto and Cyno, they both share the common interest of playing Genius Invokation TCG.

Like no one who was there would really wanna talk to him? 😭 Even though he seems so easygoing, he has NO friends :(

Sorry, Childe brain rot. I love this funky ginger man. I’m sad that he has no friends 😭 He needs a hug and maybe a kiss… AND MAYBE A PARTNER WHO WANTS TO CUDDLE HIS FLUFFY LEGACY

Okay sorry again, brainrot over XD

okay place your bets everyone, which Pyro lady will Childe befriend next? my bet's on Yanfei because she's cool

oh oh oh but this is making me remember a brainrot i had a couple days ago- reuniting with Childe during Lantern Rite

hear me out, you're from Liyue and met him when he was stationed to do Harbinger duties, and you ended up spending a lot of time together, eventually falling in love. Childe adores you so much and wants to spend the rest of his life with you, but after the Liyue incident and Osial getting summoned he’s shipped off to Inazuma so he doesn’t cause more unrest- the other Harbingers don’t particularly like him, except maybe Pulcinella, and you can’t exactly go with him since the Harbor is your home

so tearfully you say goodbye to Childe and Foul Legacy, because you love them both and they love you, too

Childe sends you letters as often as he can, but it’s difficult since he’s trying to keep you a secret- people knowing you’re the Eleventh Harbinger’s lover could very well put you in danger. it hurts missing him this much, your heart breaking into pieces whenever you’re alone, but you have to stay strong because you know he’ll return eventually, when work permits him to

he promised to return by Lantern Rite. he promised

Childe’s gaze trails across the Harbor, seemingly admiring the lights and ribbons that decorate every door, but in truth he’s only looking for one person- you. it’s been so long since he’s seen you in person- Archons, how long has it been, exactly? too long, and both he and Foul Legacy know that. his heart thumps erratically in his chest, strangely nervous- would you be angry with him? worried about his time oversees? he couldn’t deny that he didn’t love when you fussed over him, but your fretting and fear broke his heart

or perhaps you’ve just forgotten him by this point- he wouldn’t blame you for it

“Childe!”

and there you are, standing a few feet away and staring in awe, like you didn’t truly expect him to show up. the Harbinger simply smiles, a soft, gentle smile reserved only for you, and opens his arms. in a few moments you’ve dashed over into his embrace, squeezing him tightly and fighting back joyful tears as he chuckles, hand already petting your hair

he’s back- he’s back and he’s with you, and you’re reunited

you drag him away somewhere quieter, out of the crowd in case anyone recognizes him but also because Foul Legacy is chirping insistently in the back of his head, wanting nothing more than to take control and wrap his claws around you for the first time in months- the Abyssal monster is even clingier than Childe, and the moment you’re alone there’s a burst of Electro, Foul Legacy towering over you

to anyone else it’d be terrifying, but you simply beam and press your cheek into his gentle palm, reveling in the happy croons and purrs that slip from his mouth. with a quick sweep Foul Legacy holds you in his arms, head pressed against his chest so you can still admire the fireworks. your hands wind into his lilac fluff, idly petting and combing it with your fingers as you stare up at the sky, happy and content

and Childe and Foul Legacy are finally home

[sweet-honey-fruit]

Going Feral

Their true forms take over, and they’re needy for you.

Pairs — Childe, Itto, Ei, Zhongli x afab!reader

Note: I know Childe’s isn’t exactly what I said would happen, but I liked the idea of being fucked by foul legacy so much that I plan on making that it’s on fanfic.

Warnings — Rough sex, degradation, praise, restraints, public sex (Childe) belly bulge (Itto and Childe), breeding kink (Itto), unfair power dynamic but it’s all consensual, rough fucking, monster fucking (?), inappropriate use of tail (Zhongli)

!Everything is consensual! 18+ MINORS DNI

Childe

The entirety of his massive body engulfed the fragility of yours. His cock was so, so much bigger, stretching you out to your fullest. His pace was relentless, pinning you down to the floor while his dick dragged along your slick walls. His sharpened claws tangled in your hair as he thrust deeper and deeper inside you. All of it was overwhelming in the most delicious way possible. The sound of skin slapping and your squelching noises filled your ears, the sound so erotic that it caused a puddle to drip below you. The grip on your waist from him was almost painful, but you were so far gone that you barely registered any pain at all. You just wanted more. More of him. He was all you needed, and you loved it. In this form, in the Golden House, right here and right now. You didn’t want anything else other than this.

“Please Childe, it’s too much…” Your words came out slurred and muffled with every breath, drunk off the pleasure the fullness provided. A deep rumbling purr vibrated in Foul Legacy’s chest. It sent a delicious chill down your spine, one that was a mix of fear and excitement. He pulled himself out of you and slammed back into you, harder, rougher. “If you’re going to act like a whore for dick you might as well learn to take it,” His voice reverberated through your body as he was flushed against yours. He practically lifted you off the ground with ease, his groans coming out as growls.

Your body was quivering beneath his own. Tears of bliss streamed down your face as you were turned into a blabbering mess. Broken moans of his name are all that are eligible and it filled him up with pride. Knowing that even in another form he was able to turn you into a desired-filled disaster. To turn you into Ana whimpering, helpless mess. His hand pressed down on the bulge in your stomach. The motion makes you feel all of him at once. You arched your back, gripping onto him the best you can. Your walls clenched around him as burning pleasure took over your body, so much so that you swore your vision turned white for a moment.

The sensation of your walls hugging his cock sent him over the edge. He pushes you back onto the ground and fucks into you faster, the overstimulation making you squirm. With one final thrust, his seed shot into you, dripping back down onto the floor. He leaned down, lifting the mask off his head just enough to give you a sweet kiss on your slightly parted lips. He smiled against them, a smile that you could read as mischievous even in your delirious state. Putting his mask back down, he slammed his cock back into you again. This time slower, savoring each movement.

Ei

Hot, hot, hot. It felt so overwhelmingly hot despite the cool, crisp air of Euthymia. There was an ungodly amount of hands on your flushed body. Not a single part of you is touching the ground below. There is a pair of hands gripping your wrists and ankles, forcing them apart to leave your bare body open and vulnerable. Hands were fondling your chest, brushing over your nipples that elicit even more erotic moans out of you that echoed throughout the sacred chamber. Her form floated just a few feet away, legs crossed and chin resting on the palm of her hand in mockery. Mockery of how vulnerable you are, completely under her influence.

Hands were gripping your thighs, needing the flesh so harshly that it was sure to leave behind bruises. Hands wrapped around your hips and forced you down onto the fingers that were pumping in and out of your sopping wet hole. All these hands yet not one of them belonged to the woman who appeared before you. Her eyes held a fierce intensity of lust, tempting you to look away from her, to close your eyes and fall into the pleasure that she undoubtedly controls. You made the mistake of looking away once, and that left you with a hand-shaped mark on the side of your face from one of her many hand puppets.

“This sight,” Her luring voice surrounds you, enticing you to bring your attention to her. Her hand drops, ghosting over her chest and down her torso. Your eyes follow her movement. A ragged breath slips past your lips when Ei finally uncrosses her legs, revealing her drenched hole. You can see the slickness on her inner thighs from the dim lighting of the realm. "Is truly something I wish to see for eternity."

Her finger slips between her folds, enticing a soft moan out of her. At this moment the hand puppet that was pumping in and out of you at a brutal pace has stopped completely. You whine in frustration, wanting more. More of the white-hot pleasure it was giving you.

"You'll be my puppet, won't you? Be my little plaything.." She slips in another finger, pumping in and out at a slow pace. The hand-puppet mimics her movements, in and out of your own. You lurch forward, a moan forced out of of you and leaving you breathless. Ei’s satisfied smile is prevalent, the squelching sound of her fucking her pussy sending you into a haze.

She sped up, her head tilting back and letting out a moan so divine you wanted to get on your knees and worship her then and there. You couldn’t stop your legs from quivering from the intensity of the sensations you were feeling. You felt as light as a feather, not able to think of anything other than Ei and what she was indirectly doing to you. Not able to think about anything other than how beautiful she looked when she plunged her fingers inside of her, her thumb circling her clit with such precision that it caused your clit to throb with need. No thought didn’t cross your mind that wasn’t related to how good she was making you feel. Your slick dripped onto the ground, so wet that was gliding down your thighs.

The god of eternity molded you into her puppet, which she can control however she wishes. If it meant leaving you shaking, begging for more with her fingers down your throat, soaked with her juices; then you didn’t mind one bit.

Itto

Itto’s horns were bigger, pointier than usual. His nails were razor-sharp, longer. They dug into the dips of your hips, locking you down tight on his face. Your own hands clung to his horns to maintain your balance. With each tug he receives from your iron grip, the more animalistic growls that are muffled by your pussy. He was lapping at your wetness like a starved dog.

“Stop! Too much- too much Itto-“ Your pleas are cut off by a pornographic moan when his overtly long tongue slips between your folds. He pulls you down closer when you try to back away from the overwhelming amount of white-hot pleasure coursing through your body. The way his tongue slips out of your aching hole to swirl around your clit left your back arching and your nails digging into his horns. Your grip only sent him into overdrive.

With a growl that was muffled by your thighs, he lifted you off of his face. You could only catch a glimpse of the gleam from your slick around his mouth before he turned you around and forced you onto your stomach. Your hands gripped the sheets in surprise, even more so when he lifted your hips.

“Too much, huh? Too much, too much.” He laughs, and it sounds borderline maniacal. A chill is shot down your spine at the sound, yet at the same time, it leaves your hole throbbing and aching for more. Begging to be fucked by this new side of him. “I’ll show you too much. I’ll leave my well-behaved whore feeling so good that you won’t even want to stop.”

You feel the tip of his cock press at your entrance. Your legs shook, not only from pleasure but from the fact of how big he felt. Bigger than usual. Itto leans his body over yours, leaving sloppy kisses up your back, leaving marks along your neck, before finally kissing you on the lips with so much force it knocked your head back a little.

“You’re not a whore- I’m just so-so pent up that I can’t think clearly-“

“Itto,” His name was a quiet whine, making him groan, “Shut up and fuck me already,” It didn’t matter how big he was, his unintentional teasing was leaving your walls to clench around nothing. Begging him to fill you up and make you into his fuck toy.

He places a delicate kiss on your shoulder. A sheering pain coursed through you when his fangs punctured the skin to leave a mark behind. It faded into a pleasure that made your eyes roll back, his tongue gliding over it to soothe the pain. Then, he shoved his cock into your body. It was so overly big that it left a noticeable bulge in your stomach.

He didn’t give you time to adjust. His only focus was on fucking you till you couldn’t walk, till you were screaming his name and so full of his cum that it dripped out of your hole. He slammed into you, and your mind immediately went to the clouds. The way his cock dragged along every inch of you had you drooling, hungry and greedy for more of him. His nails ran up your back, leaving goosebumps of anticipation behind.

“Gonna breed you so good..gonna make you mine. Be good for me and take it,” He slammed his cock into you again. You laid limp, letting him use you as he pleased. In turn, your moans filled his ears, only encouraging him to go harder.

Zhongli

As much as Zhongli hides and compresses the godhood within him, that doesn’t make his instincts go away. The dragon in him is still present, albeit with a dull ache in his chest. But during times like these, where someone is very obviously trying to flirt and take you home, the ache in his chest grows. And it feels piercing. And the only way to cure the painful feeling is to show exactly who you belong to. Who owns you. Who loves you unconditionally. Dragons are possessive, don’t you know that? So why did you test your limits and flirt back with the person right in front of his eyes?

“Please Zhongli, I was just trying to get a free drink-“your explanation is cut off by his hand pushing your head deeper into the sheets. His grip on your hair is strong, and you can feel his overly sharp claws lightly digging into your scalp. It hurt, but it made your pussy ache for more; more of him.

His body leans down, chest pressing against your back. You catch a glimpse of a faint glow of yellow, and a mix of fear and excitement course through your hypersensitive body. It’s been so long since he’s let out his true form. And he’s using it on you.

A growl emits from his throat, and it reverberates from his chest to your back. It was animalistic, and it elicited a whimper from you. His body weighed you down, it was so much bigger than yours, stronger, leaving you to feel vulnerable and at his mercy. He loved seeing you this way, under him where he was in control. It made the spark for you within him burn brighter.

A brush of something firm creeps up your inner thighs. You can’t tell what it was but it certainly couldn’t be his hands. Not when one hand is pressing your head down into the pillows and the other is wrapped around your torso, forcing you to stay still. No, it wasn’t his hand. It was thicker, wider. And it teasingly slid between your soaked folds.

His lips ghosted over your jawline, traveling up to just the shell of your ear. You could hear his needy pants, the hand around your torso needs your flesh teasingly as the claws dig into your stomach deliciously.

“Do you think I care what your motive was?” His voice sent a shiver down your spine. So deep and dark, something so commanding that it made you stiffen up. You glance back, eyes widening when you catch a glimpse of yellow, slitted eyes; and the tail that was teasing your soaked hole.

“Tell me, my qingxin, since you are so desperate for cock, why must I give it to you, hm?” His tail thrusts inside of your hole, and you mewl over. Your moans are muffled by the pillow, yet they increase in pitch the deeper it goes. It hits your cervix, and you swear you saw stars. Drool pools under your head. He’s slow with his movements, pulling out so gradually, making you feel every detail of his tail dragging against your walls.

His hand in your hair lets go. You barely have a moment to let out a sigh of relief before it’s wrapped around your throat, forcing your body to sit up. Your knees press against the soft sheets, slightly damp from just how much you were dripping. His tail thrust in harder and faster. Moans and slick, slapping sounds echoed around the bedroom. His hand adds pressure, cutting off your noises and leaving you to only roll your eyes back when he hits the perfect spot within you.

“That’s it, fall apart,” He kisses down your neck, his fangs digging into the side of your neck, “Just like that…break for me, show me who owns every part of you.”

[pvterparkours]

Sincerely, Not Yours (2)

paring ; Harrison Osterfield x Female Reader

au ; ceo! harrison

words ; 2878

summary ; When Harold Spencer’s daughter’s casual summer fling comes back to bite her in the ass, literally, life seems to create an ever lasting domino effect upon the Spencer empire.

warning(s) ;  angst. sexual humour. mentions of criminal activity. smut. swearing. all the fluffy shit. drinking. slight mentions of rehab. did i mention angst? there is a smut scene so yeah here’s that warning, nothing to graphic.

authors note ;

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this story is very slow burn on the readers part. anything in italics is a flashback. i have given the reader a last name and named all their family members. but other than that its all still reader insert.

The trill sound of having received a notification makes your head lull to the side to take a glance down at the phone screen, illuminated with unflattering text message from your father with yet another one of his agitating requests for you to do.  You figured out his motive after the board meeting last week, he took advantage of your inability to decline and continued to extend his stay in the Maldives with your mom. So, this had technically meant you were Spencer Industries sub CEO for the time being, meaning you had to face the dreaded office every day for god knows how long your father tortured you with this supposed “opportunity for greatness.”

He'd claim it was just a business statement and that with Blake out of the picture he needed someone to continue his legacy and you were the next in line, no harm no foul were his exact words when you confronted him via skype. Your hand slam on the desk as the call disconnects yet again, you let out a long sigh and in a state of utter frustrated you tossed the fake potted plant sitting on the desk across the office as it bounced off the glass door.

Your fingers rake feverishly through your hair as, yet another notification appears on your screen, this time something concerning about a business meeting in London. Your fingers carefully manoeuvre around the track pad, double clicking on the email from your father an annoyed scowl plastered on your face at the one sentence email.

‘I’m needed in London, so you’re going with Harrison instead.’

Your eyes remain focused on the screen as you continue to read and re-read the single sentence. Your father really was out to get you, it wasn’t a purposeful thing he didn’t have a clue what happened last summer. Not that you were going to tell him either. It wasn’t his business to know every small detail about your trip, that was something you wanted to keep to yourself.

Your dramatic gesture of having thrown the fake plant across the room moments ago had peeked Harrisons curiosity as he peered over his assistants’ shoulder to gain a proper view of you, more specifically the look of pure confusion your face held after looking at whatever was on your screen. It caused him to bite back a low chuckle taking a quick stab in the dark at perhaps you had read your fathers email.

You push the chair back roughly, standing up and walking over to the office door, your hand runs through your hair avoiding eye contact with Harrison as he takes yet another glance over at you. A slow forming headache seems to be fighting its way to your temples causing you to chew on the inside of your cheek as you searched the pockets of your jacket for the advil you had put in there from the morning.

“Ah Ms Spencer” Harrisons voice spoke slightly out of breath as he jogged to catch up to you, your hesitant to turn only to throw your head over your shoulder an eyebrow risen as his lips turn into a cheeky smile. “You don’t have to be so formal Harrison” You mumble turning yourself right around to face him directly, arms crossed over your chest as your eyebrow remains risen.

The tension between the two of you was quite literally choking you, as you swallowed hard to remove the lump that was slowly forming in the middle of your throat. You watched as his Adams apple bobbed and his hand raked through his hair and it had quite literally taken you all the sheer willpower in you to not do it yourself.

“I feel like you’d much rather prefer the formalities Y/N” He states, unsure if it was to amuse himself or frustrate you. To which it had done both. You grit your teeth and your jaw slightly clenches.

“Oh, is that so? Care to elaborate Osterfield” “’m positive you wouldn’t like being called baby doll in the workplace”

If you hadn’t of been trying your hardest to create an unnecessary amount of tension between both Harrison and yourself things would have gone differently. Your tongue lightly licks your lips as your stepped forward, lips dangerous close to his earlobe as your smirk.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t be over the moon being called daddy during a board meeting” You state stepping back and shrug your shoulders. Your quick to turn on your heels and walk away you didn’t catch his reactions but the muttered of curse words under his breath had indicated quite clearly to you just the power you had over him. Especially in these circumstances. A truly exhilarating feeling if you were being honest.

You hadn’t managed to get half way through forcibly shoving in a pair of slacks into the one suitcase because you ‘needed them’ based on your assumption that just because your phone had told you it was going to be cold in London. Your hand pushed the baby hair lining your forehead out of the way as your fingers tug on the zipper of the suitcase. Cheering to yourself for having successfully managed to condense your itinerary for you to only need a suitcase and a carry-on bag.

Then came the knocking, you weren’t expecting anyone, at least for another hour or so. Confusion swept across your face as you socked feet padded across your studio apartment, hair tucked behind one ear with the pen you had been using to tick off your list. You lean up slightly to look through the peephole and you’re disappointed it’s not the pizza that you never ordered but not surprised to see the back of the familiar head of dirty blonde curls.

You’re slow to open the door, sliding the chain through the long tauntingly knowing he can hear it. A cheeky smile found its way on your face as you lean against the half open door an eyebrow slightly raised. “Oh, are we into stalking now Osterfield” You ask holding back any laughter that fought to break your persona for the time being.

“No, not stalking, more so being made to take you to the airport because your driver had to bail, somethin’ about his kid getting food poisoning, maybe I wasn’t sure I just skimmed over the email from your father”

Your stance turned in an annoyed drop of your shoulders to which you huffed. You understood the reasoning behind your driver had to bail because of a family emergency, your father on the other hand was a different. He could have sent for a different driver but alas he sent Harrison which in itself was reasonable from your fathers view point, but you couldn’t be certain how long you could last in this self-induced sexual tension. That was your own fault for starting this mess in the first place.

Harrison leaned slightly against the door frame, feet crossed as his seemed to just stare at you for a hot minute, taking in the sight of your hair slightly amess and flicked over your shoulder, you’re still wearing the blouse from the morning, but you had swapped the skirt for a pair of sweats. Not the most appealing look but to Harrison he found you adorable either way.

“Earth to Y/N you kind of zoned out for a moment” He chuckles pushing the sleave of his button up shirt to reveal his watch as he quickly checks the time before returning his gaze to look at you. Your lips press into a firm line as you open the door to let him before rushing off to fix yours.

“Just take a seat or something, there’s no need to look so uncomfortable Harrison” You shout from your bedroom quickly put your work attire back on smoothing out any creases in both your skirt and blouse. Pinning your hair back and out of your face you grab your suitcase and carry-on bag.

“When I said make yourself comfortable I didn’t mean stare at my photos” You let out a slight breath of annoyance as Harrison is quick to react placing the photo frame back on the hallway table. You stood a few feet away from him arm slightly crossed as he turns to look at you. “Tell me about it…the photo I mean?” “No” “Why not?” “It’s none of your business Harrison.”

“It’s a photo of you, your dad and a male who looks a few years older than you. Is he an ex-boyfriend you haven’t gotten over? Fiancé?” His questions only seemed to annoy you further as you shook your head silently praying he’d give up on prying further into your life than he already has.

“Just drop It okay, people have secrets and sometimes they don’t need to tell everyone who asks. Now let’s leave or we’ll be arriving later than planned” You mumble blowing out a breath as you pushed past him wheeling the suitcase out into the hall. He was quick to help you grabbing he suitcase for you as you locked your apartment.

The car ride to the airport was contained in an uncomfortable and unwavering silence that truly has you sitting on the edge of your seat ready to leap out of the car and head back to your apartment. Your brain was trying to wrap around the initial idea as to why Harrison wanted to know about the picture. Your eyes carefully watched the road as he pulls out of the drive way, his hand moves to switch the gear stick into drive when you flinch unknowingly as his fingers slightly brush against the skin on your thigh.

Your unaware that with every red light the car stop at Harrison is bitting down on his tongue, eager to delve deeper into your life. To him you were a book that hadn’t been read in a while, but the author still kept updating because they weren’t one with you right at this moment. Your story was something Harrison knew he didn’t need to know but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious as to how you came to be the way you were.

Your jaw remains clenched the entirety of the drive to the airport as the car remains in a stoic silence neither one of your brave enough to break the silence. You let out a soft exhale of breath once he pulls up into the airport parking, it had soon clicked that you weren’t taking a commercial flight like you normally opted for when you flew. Instead your father had arranged to take the company jet because this was a ‘business meeting’ after all.  

You were greeted with a warm smile from the pilot as you hand off the suitcase to one of the workers loading the luggage whilst your grip remains tight around your carry-on and you’re quick to pick a seat near the back of the plane sitting down comfortably in the leather clad seating. Your head lulls to the side slightly as you watch Harrison sit in a few seats in front of you, you’re chewing on the inside of your cheek as if a natural reaction to that guilty feeling residing in your stomach. There was just far too much detail to go into with a story like that and with the limited time you have you highly doubt he’d ever understand a cliff note version.

The air hostess is quick to offer you a glass of bubbly to which you thank her and down is quickly as you cross and uncross your legs in an attempt to sit comfortably. Your head rests against the window as take-off commences and slowly the landing strip is disappearing behind a layer of clouds. A small tap against your knee disrupts your somewhat day dream as Harrison is sitting, slightly slouched, in the chair across from you. He’s got an unreadable expression on his face and you somehow know he wants to ask about what happened before. You’re slowly moving to sit up quickly taking your phone and unlocking it to show him a series of photos.

“The male in the photo with my father and I was my older brother, Blake” You state quickly as your finger swipes to show the next one, Harrison seems only to nod his head remaining silent as you continue on with your explanation. “He used to be a personal trainer before his wife cheated on him with one of his clients, he started an argument during one of their sessions and he was fired and never really found his way back to a stable life and career…” Your shifting uncomfortably and Harrison takes a notice of this before slowly reach his hand out to squeeze your knee.

“Hey, you don’t have to keep telling me if you don’t think you can handle it” His voice was soft and sent a chill up your spine forming a thin layer of goose bumps over your arms and legs. You give him a sweet smile, a genuine one that you’ve been holding back for a while.

Reaching out you’re moving a small strand of hair out of his face finding that comforting factor between the two of you where your mind goes slightly adrift reminiscing on your summer fling. Your lips purse into a small line as you sit back in your seat, eyes never once leaving Harrison as he does a double take behind him and he’s moving closer to you. Sinking off the chair, your breath hitches in your throat as his hands carefully shift your legs apart causing the black pencil skirt to rid up slightly. His eyes look up as your pressing your knuckle between your teeth watching his hands push your skirt up further and your legs move autonomously to where his face is situated perfectly between your thighs. His lips pepper sweet kisses from the side of your knee to your inner thigh, his teeth nip softly at the tender skin and you’re already squirming slightly.

He lets out a slow chuckle and his breath hits your heat at just the right angle that a small squeak falls from your lips and his eyes snap up to look at you. A slightly confused but mostly cheeky look falls on his face at the sound you had made and how he wanted you to do it again. His hands force your skirt up to rest on your hips moving it out of his way, his eyes look over your body as his fingers dance around your clothed heat. You knew from the moment he had begun kissing your leg that you had already begun to grow more aroused and the pool of wetness in your panties was a clear indication of that.

“Jesus, you’re already so wet baby” He mumbles his fingers slowly push your panties aside, moving his index and middle fingers to trace the slit between your folds. Sucking in a breath your free hand twists into his hair and pulls is gently. Harrison is quick to respond to your actions and dip his fingers inside of you moving them around slightly before his thumb trace your clit.

You’re slightly leaning your head back as your teeth sink into your own index finger to surpass the ecstatic moan that threatens to fall from your lips as his thumb on your clit is replace with the both warm and wet feeling of his tongue and you’re sent into overdrive. His fingers pump in and out of you and with every thrust they go deeper and curl slightly as a result of your hand pulling his hair.

Your whimpering slightly as his lips tease your clit, sucking on the bud, over stimulating it that you’re head goes cloudy for a small, blissful moment. Your hand that was once surpassing your moans moves to join your other hand tangled in is hair. His finger movements quicken as he feels your walls clench around his fingers slightly, your bottom lip shakes slightly as your moan breathlessly.

“Mmm f-fuck Harrison” you whimper your leg shakes and your thigh clenches around his head slightly as you’re body rocks with the sweet release of your orgasm. Your cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as he slowly pulls his fingers out, your teeth bite down on your lips as he licks off any remnants of you from his fingers.

Your chest rises and falls slowly as his leans up between your legs to press his lips to yours, savouring the taste of your own juices but also the taste of the stick of gum he had been chewing beforehand, your pulling away slowly to where your forehead is flush against his. Staring into his eyes your looking around for an answer to a question that you’ve tried your hardest to push away, especially the sort that’ll get you into trouble.

Harrison begins standing up slowly as you fix your skirt and readjust your underwear, he’s leaning down again, and you’re not surprised when he kisses your forehead. Letting his lips linger against your skin for a small moment you feel your lips twitch into a small smile. “You still taste as good as ever”

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[that-foul-legacy-lover]

wifi reading through your Foul Legacy drabbles always helps me out of my fried brain

Just thought of some hurt comfort after the ridiculous day i had, like reader being at the limit of their patience and a simple small thing breaking the straw and having them breaking down from stress? anxiety? being overwhelmed? just all of that and fl seeing them and panicking, what does he do? who hurt them? and all reader wants is comfort and maybe a quiet place.

also idrk if this is where i read it from but laying down on his chest and he makes those soft rumbles that are like cat purrs? Immaculate.

*puts your brain in a crockpot and slow cooks it* hehe

honestly, Foul Legacy initially panics when he sees you in such a state, too. his brain just momentarily short circuits, overcome with worry and fear and a need to help, his instincts screaming at him to make you feel better, make things right. but he snaps back to reality with a fierce shake of his head, approaching you slowly and kneeling to your height with a soft, tentative croon. when you only gasp for breath, Legacy leans in and gently nudges his head against your shoulder before carefully gathering you into his arms. his touch is light and delicate so he doesn't alarm or startle you, claws running gingerly up and down your spine as he begins to purr. it's a constant, steady sound, your ear pressed against the ruff of fur around his shoulders, and the quiet rumble slowly brings you back to earth, grounding you like a soft cocoon as you blink, exhausted

Foul Legacy's arms are wrapped gently around you, keeping you close and surrounding you so it's just you and him, no one else. his talons move from your back to your face, giving your cheeks little nudges and pokes to keep you from slipping back into a daze, even a few sweet licks here and there. you just want to sleep, that's all- sleep somewhere safe and warm and away from everyone but him, and Legacy purrs soothingly, taking careful hold of your wrist and bringing your hand to rest over his heart. it beats with a steady, echoing thump, a pulse amidst the vibrations of his rumbles. Legacy gently pulls you down, snuggling you next to him and tucking the blankets all around your body. you snuggle up to his chest, and his face presses against the top of your head with a relieved sigh, holding you close and firm so you can sleep your worries away

tomorrow, he'll find out if someone hurt you. but for now, your comfort is more important

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Hi I hope you're doing well and will have a good night ! I just wanted to share that i cant stop thinking of sleeping not only with foul legacy but litteraly on him. using his body as bed and his arms as blankets <3 his eye and wing can make a nice faint blue light in the room also. im sure it would be so comfy but he would be so scared of you falling during the night that he stay half awake to be sure you're safe and sleeping well

ohhh my goodness i love this, this is adorable, hear me out-

if you have nightmares and wake up in the middle of the night, Foul Legacy is there. you jolt awake, snapping from distressed slumber to consciousness in a split second, your heart racing wildly. your breaths come out in shaky wheezes as you clutch your chest, the terror still vivid in your mind. it's so dark in your room- thorns wind around your hands and head, and you crumple into a ball with a choked sob, begging for your brain to stop showing you those horrid images, just stop it, stop it, stop it-

heavy claws wrap gently around your wrist and you instinctively flinch, a concerned whine coming from your side. Foul Legacy blinks awake, his wings fluttering and glowing blue in the night. you stare, then slump against him in relief, fingers buried in his lilac fluff as he croons in worry, carefully massaging the stiff muscles in your back. in a slow, smooth motion he lifts you on top of him, leaning back onto the bed with your head against his chest- you can hear his steady heartbeat, as well as his deep, soothing purrs. your beloved Abyssal moth's talons delicately swipe under your eyes, ridding your cheeks of any tears before beginning to pat your head, pressing into your temples to chase away any aches and pains. you mumble incoherently, curling as close as you possibly can to him and searching for his hand, intertwining your fingers and his claws so you can cling to him as you sleep

Foul Legacy purrs in your ear, holding you close, and you feel your eyes droop shut as the memory of the nightmare fades away

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

you overworking yourself. working day and night, even during your spare time. getting ahead in everything for no particular reason- maybe it's because you're bored. trying so hard to relax but feeling crushing guilt that you're not working, not being productive when you could be completing things. feeling nervous whenever you're not working, because what if you don't really have enough time tomorrow and the next day to get it done? what if you fall behind? there's a little satisfaction when you complete something, but it's always replaced by the need to continue, to do more, until you've been working so long that the sun has gone down and your eyes hurt. working so much that you're constantly aching, spine popping at every movement, and find it hard to breathe when you try to sleep, your frantic thoughts consuming you. Foul Legacy Childe noticing how silent you've been, the way you immediately go to your office once you get home. he tries so hard not to worry, since you're always doing your best and working hard, but he still can't help but see how stressed and ill you look. when you start forgetting to eat, he decides that's enough, and heads to your office. you're in there, as usual, scribbling on some papers, and when you look up Childe's heart breaks from how tired you look. a whine builds in his throat as he approaches, kneeling beside your chair, concern flooding his gaze at the sight of your flat, exhausted expression. his hand raises to your head, gently cupping your cheek with his claws, and after a moment you lean into his touch, shaking fingers gripping his talons when he tries to pull away. your breaths come out erratically, and Childe sweeps you into his arms and turns your head towards him, slowly inhaling and exhaling deeply in hopes that you'll mimic him. he nearly croons in relief when your breathing eases, leaving you clinging weakly to his fluff to stay upright. with a weary smile you try to dislodge yourself from his arms, but Childe's hold merely tightens, pulling you away from your office and those horrid, cursed papers. he sits you on the couch and vanishes into the kitchen, your knees against your chest as nasty thoughts begin to fill your head, your nails digging into your skin. there's a worried coo to your right and you look up to see Childe with a plate of snacks and water, close to tears at your current state. he nudges the plate to you, leaning on your shoulder and letting out encouraging chirps and trills whenever you take a bite or sip. when you've eaten your fill he wraps a blanket around you both to create a little nest, cradling you in his arms and rocking back and forth. Childe places one clawed hand delicately over your heart, soothingly pressing down to calm its rapid beating, and your guilt slowly begins to wash away as you yawn and cuddle against his chest, listening to his happy purrs fill your ears. for the first time in a long while, you sleep peacefully in Foul Legacy's arms.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Tbh I need one of his BIG BIGG hugss 😭😭 I've been feeling downy lately and it affected my motivation to play 🙁🙁 Please Please Please .. Just one big hug and I'll ascend 🥰🥰

one big Foul Legacy hug coming up, anon!!!!! :D

life has been hard lately- perhaps it's the dreary weather, the lack of sunlight and the gray, gray sky that seems to stretch eternally outwards. or maybe your work is getting the best of you, having to do everything in so little time- no matter what it might be, your mood has been strangely dampened lately, your heart growing heavier despite how you try to smile through it. it's getting more and more difficult to get through each day of work, and afterwards you have no energy for anything except sitting on your bed and wishing you could fall asleep. it's where you are now, letting out a quiet sigh and staring at the wall

your door creaks open, Childe sticking his horned head into the room and chirping worriedly. when you don't respond he whines, concern growing as he makes his way across the room, over to you, and carefully sits to your side. you tilt your head slightly, attempting to smile and reassure him that everything's okay, but the smile falters when he coos, fretting over you. the coos transition into purrs, meant to soothe and heal instead of expressing happiness, and you feel sturdy, sheathed arms wrap around you and pull you close. Childe rumbles steadily, cradling the back of your head in his claws, his Foul Legacy form big enough to encompass you entirely. with your cheek pressed against his chest he begins trailing his talons up and down your spine, drawing idle little shapes and patterns on your back as he presses his mouth to the top of your head. he's so warm and soft, blocking out the entire world until it's just you and him, holding you firmly as if to never allow anything else to hurt you as he gently rocks back and forth with you. your shoulders slump as you discard your fragile mask of false positivity and allow yourself to lean into Childe's touch, allow yourself to take a moment to yourself to indulge in his endless affections. there's a soft trill in your ear as he leans down to gauge your mood, and when you latch onto the scarf he wears, a loving croon filters from his chest and he holds you closer, treating you as gently as an injured bird. the soft growls and huffs he makes form no words, yet somehow you understand him all the same

rest. sleep. heal. love you. love you, love you, love you

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Please. I need more merman foul legacy. I needs him to be happy!

since yall seem to love the first part so much, here's part two!! hope you enjoy, also human Childe is kiiiinda in this a bit <3

Read Part One Here!!

~ * ~ Sea Monster AU HCs (Part Two)

Fluff

Warning for beaches, water, and getting sick

PART TWO

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-It’s been days since you were able to go to the beach -Summer brings long days full of sun, without a cloud in the sky -Usually the beach is filled with tourists during this time of year and NORMALLY you wouldn’t be bothered by it -But this time it’s filled with hunters trying to catch and kill the “sea monster” -And you also happen to KNOW the “sea monster” personally so you’re not keen on something bad happening to him -Every time you try going back someone stops you, explaining that you must’nt enter because they’re so close to catching that dastardly sea monster -Yeah right. It’s been MONTHS since the hunt started and they haven’t made ANY progress -Still, they’re doing great at keeping you out of the beach and before you know it over a week has passed -Luckily you’re very persistent, and you finally find a night where everyone has gone home, tired and sunburnt from “hunting” -You climb your favorite rock and quietly call Childe’s name, but he doesn’t surface like he usually does -At first it seems like no luck, but your ears pick up the sound of someone groaning -You hop off and hide behind the rocks, certain that it’s someone coming to tell you off -But you hear no footsteps, only the waves splashing on the shore and quiet breathing -So you peek around to see what’s up, and your eyes fall on a man laying on the shore -You’ve never seen him before so you slowly walk over to get a better look -But when you get close he opens his eyes, and you’re suddenly staring into the deep sea -He leaps up and you jolt backwards, only to watch him stumble and fall back to his knees -He smiles brightly despite your wariness, clumsily repeating your name over and over again -You’re backing away slowly when you squint and glimpse his hair under the moonlight -It’s ginger, with a noticeable streak of white, something you’ve only seen once before -It seems like a bit of a stretch, but… -You whisper his name, as more of a question than a statement -”Childe…?” -He nods happily as you kneel beside him, wrapping his arms around you and smushing his cheek against yours -His attempts at trills and coos turn to happy hums now that he’s got human vocal cords -You feel him shiver with cold, goosebumps raising on his arms, and you draw back much to his dismay -He’s wearing only a pair of shorts and his skin is misted with seawater so you give him your coat and hurry him back to your house -When you get there you promptly wrap him in a soft blanket and make some tea -You sit next to him, rubbing your head to try and process everything, and ask him HOW THIS HAPPENED -He just shrugs- he seems very unperturbed by being human, so you decide that it’s late, you’re tired, and it’s probably just a normal thing for him -You can feel your eyes closing, and register a pair of arms pulling you close to someone’s chest -When you wake up Childe is snuggled into your side, arms loosely keeping you close. You nudge him and he blinks awake with a sleepy hum -The next week is you getting accustomed to having a human Childe following you everywhere -You teach him how to stand and walk, as well as how to talk a bit better- he’s not perfect but he can say his name and yours, and a handful of other words and sentences that he deems important -Your town is also in a tizzy seeing how the sea monster sightings have abruptly stopped, and you can only do your best to keep Childe out of sight -He’s curious about everything, and you showed him around your house as he looked around with wide eyes -But one day when you get home you hear pained whining from the living room, and you rush to see what happened -You find Childe laying on the ground in his merform, claws scrabbling at the polished floorboards -Apparently he can only keep his human form for about a week and he leans heavily on you as you rush to support him -You know he needs to go back to the sea, but a chill runs down your back when you remember the hunt -And even when you suggest it he whimpers so sadly at the thought of being separated from you -So you do the next best

thing: You help him slink up to the bathtub, fill it with water, and situate him there instead -He splashes happily around in the water, and you sit down next to the tub in relief, eventually falling asleep -You wake up to find the end of Childe’s tail draped in your lap as he naps next to you -You go about your days but check up on him whenever you can, watching as he visibly perks up when you enter the room -But you silently know that he doesn’t belong in a bathtub, so you’re not particularly surprised when he starts to act tired and listless -His scales and armor look duller and you can occasionally hear him coughing when he thinks you’re not listening -Eventually you straighten your shoulders, walk into the room, and tell him that he has to go back to the ocean -Not because you don’t want him here! But he isn’t made to live like this- he should be in the open sea -He cries out and clasps his claws on your arm, the end of his tail wrapping weakly around your wrist -You’re trying not to tear up yourself, leaning in and pressing your forehead against his as you quietly tell him that you’ll take him back tonight -He whines in dismay, nudging his head into your hands, asking for a hug which you gladly give -When night falls, you make sure no one is around before helping him out the door -You have to stop several times to makes sure he can breathe properly, but luckily your house is close to the beach and you arrive without any interruptions -Childe wedges himself in your arms and gives you a gentle lick on the cheek, then reluctantly slips into the sea -You watch him swim out, turn to glance at you one more time, then dive underneath the waves -You stand there for a bit, contemplating the moonlight, before leaving to go home -The next day the beach is empty, most people having assumed that the “sea monster” is long gone -You take a stroll up to your little rock and sit down, enjoying the sun -Something knocks against your foot, and you look down to see a perfect pearl settled in a groove -A deep purr threads itself around the splashing waves, a shining eye blinking at you, and you smile

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

I almost cried during that angst story, you did an amazing job and I am jealous of your skills-

…maybe a part 2 comfort story because cliffhangers kill me fhgjgjrjjf,,,,, and, I hope ur requests aren’t piling up too much,I don’t want you to be stressed about it!

The happiness can’t find me now 🤠

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hehe that was my MASTER PLAN hurt you with angst so you'd request comfort!!! >:D /j i'm very glad you liked it, i had fun writing it!! please don't cry tho :(( anyone who wants to read Part One can find it here!!: A Fool ~ * ~ Wake Up (Part Two to "A Fool") Foul Legacy Childe x Reader Gender Neutral (pronouns not mentioned) Hurt/Comfort Warnings: Descriptions of pain, allusions to death and injuries, blood, bandages, hospitals, painful memories, crying ~ * ~

It’s dark here. Everything is faded, colors bleeding out from spite and sorrow. But you can’t place any of the shapes- instead, it’s like seeing static that’s barely visible. You can’t focus at all, but you know that your eyes are closed. Even in this suspended dream world, you need to wake up. The process of regaining thoughts and piecing them together is slow and dreamlike, as colors join the shifting smoke of your mind to add questions and answers. Where are you? What happened? Why are you asleep? Can you wake up? The answer to almost all your questions is simple: you don’t know. Except the last one. ‘Can you wake up?’ No. At least not yet. You don’t want to wake up either. It’s comforting here. Peaceful. You’re sure something awful happened, but you can’t quite place your finger on what. So you stay asleep, too tired to open your eyes. More color fills your unfocused vision, and then light joins it. It’s dim and silver, like the moon, and when it lands on you your skin warms. Texture is next to return, the feeling of soft blankets over your body, but also of sturdy bandages and dried blood- and the taste of it in your mouth. You remember the sticky, chilling sensation of blood rolling down your face and onto your cheek, and its metallic tang as you spat it out. You shiver. You don’t want to remember, but the thought of it sticks in your brain. You feel pins and needles in your arms and legs- little sticks jabbing lightly at your skin, over and over again, signifying that you haven’t moved in quite some time. You try to shift them to get more comfortable, but they’re still too numb, and stubbornly remain still like dead logs. The dim light from before shines brighter, and you begin to hear the indistinct chatter of people outside, the signature sound of Liyue Harbor at midday as people get lunch and haggle at shops. The room you’re in is quiet, but your ears still pick up voices talking about medicinal prescriptions. Ah. You must be at Bubu Pharmacy- something usually not out of the ordinary, as Dr. Baizhu was a good friend of yours, but normally you didn’t end up in what you assumed was one of their hospital beds. You strain your ears a bit more, and a low, rumbling purr filters through the noise outside. Is there a cat with you? No- cats’ purrs aren’t nearly that deep- Your eyes open slowly, feeling sticky and gritty, and you wonder if some blood dried on your eyelids as well. Your vision flashes fuzzy as the light shines, before you adjust and look around. Indeed, you are in Bubu Pharmacy, laying on a bed with pristine white sheets. You wonder how many blankets they had to go through before you stopped bleeding, and you shudder. Your ears hone in on the peculiar purring again, originating from your right. Carefully, you tilt your head just enough to glance across your shoulder. Ah, it’s him. Your darling moth monster, kneeling by your bedside. He’s asleep, almost as deeply as you were, with his head on his hands. Yet he’s still positioned himself ever-so-carefully, so he won’t prod you with his horns. You blink, eyes shining with affection, and reach out to pet his hair. But you’re abruptly stopped when pain shoots up your back and you fall back with a gasp, spine aching. Your gasp jolts Childe awake, and he stares at you, as if registering the sight of you conscious . Then he leaps up, chittering and clicking at a rapid pace as he scoots onto your bed in an effort to get harmlessly closer to you. Handling you like glass, he helps you sit up and takes your hands, bringing them to his face and nuzzling into your palms. You chuckle at his actions then wince as your lungs sting with pain. He whines worriedly, but you simply give him a soft smile. You remember now- the Fatui agent, his blades, your injuries- but you also remember the feeling of someone cradling you in their arms as they wept over you. Childe’s noises of distress fade upon seeing your smile, and he leans in to press his forehead to yours. You sit as he nudges his face against your cheek, and you realize he’s trembling. He was scared. Scared that you would never wake up, scared that you would die in your sleep, scared that you would leave him alone again. You gently take your hands from him and give him the biggest hug you can manage in your injured state, tracing the edges of the armor in between his wings. He sets his head on your shoulder, and something wet seeps into your shirt as he silently cries. But his shivering slows until he’s still, and he hesitantly wraps his arms around you to return the hug. Drowsiness begins to creep up on you, and your eyelids begin to droop again. Childe yelps in alarm when he realizes you’re dozing off, but you simply hug him tighter and snuggle into his chest. You feel him pause, then shift slightly. Something cool and soft lays itself over your body, and you vaguely register that he’s laid one of his wings across you. He drapes an arm over you as well, sharing his warmth to make sure you don’t get cold from the breeze outside. As you drift in and out of sleep, you feel a gentle vibration, and hear an equally as gentle rumbling sound, the sound of your monster lover purring, to stay by your side even as you sleep. And when Baizhu walks back into the room, he sees Childe, curled around you, and the slight, content smile on your face.