#tartalgia x reader

[heizouz]

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

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

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

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

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

[hitomisuzuya]

can I ask for like really fluffy Tartaglia smut with like a lot of praise and cuddles pretty pleaseeeee I love this man

Tartaglia (Childe) x fem!reader. Fluffy smut. Praise. Creampie. Milaya means sweetheart or babe in Russian.

I echo the same sentiments, dear anon❤️ I wrote this listening to Possession by Sarah McLachlan.

A low groan of approval was met with your ears as Tartaglia looked down as his cock slowly pushing into your cunt. "Look at my good girl taking me so well," He caressed his fingers on the insides of your thighs, making you shiver.

You blushed from the sensation of his cock slowly stretching your walls apart. Chuckling, he rubbed the pads of his fingers over the goosebumps that rose up on your skin. "You always look so cute while you adjust to my size," Your body twitched as he bottomed out, the head of his cock nudging accurately into your sweet spot.

Tartaglia was determined to spoil you tonight. His thrusts were long and languid and slow, wanting to soak up the feeling your cunt quivering and clenching around his cock and savior the sweet moans spilling from your pretty mouth as you rocked your hips up in time with his thrusts.

You whimpered, looking at him with teary, desperate eyes that sent him reeling. He reached down to caress your cheek. "Does my good girl want me to go faster?" He emphasized his words with a stronger, faster thrust of his hips.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, practically melting into the mattress as you turned your cheek into his hand. His thumb brushed some of the tears away that were threatening to fall from how good his cock felt inside of you. "Mmph..yes, faster please," You cried out between your moans, reaching a shaky hand out to him.

Tartaglia laced his fingers through yours. Grasping your other hand, he pinned them down to the bed as his lips stole yours up in a passionate kiss, his tongue sweeping into your mouth to swallow every delicious moan of pleasure you had to offer him, his body shuddering in pleasure as he thrust.

"Just close your eyes, Milaya* and let me make you cum," Tartaglia moaned, pulling away to suck on your lower lip. Reaching down to rub your clit, he brought the hand he was still holding to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on it.

Your eyes rolled closed, your orgasm building to toe curling proportions. You squeezed his hand, soft, high pitched moans and whines keening from your throat.

Tartaglia's cock pulsed and throbbed between your walls as he got lost in the pleasure of lovingly fucking you, his husky moans mingling with yours. You pressed a feverish kiss on his lips, your hips bucking into his.

His thrusts never faltered, not even when they turned a little sloppy from his own impending release. Your pussy was clenching too good on his cock for him to miss a beat.

Your orgasm broke over you, squeezing his hand tighter as your body twitched and writhed from the intense pleasure. He let out a low groan, burying his cock deeper into you, determined to thoroughly fuck you through it.

Tartaglia spiraled into further bliss, cursing in Russian as his cock pulsed and ribboned cum inside of you. His fingers never left your clit, enjoying every mewl and twitch as your walls continued to flutter around his cock while he fucked his cum deep inside of you, feeling satisfied when it seeped from your hole.

You were panting and nearly limp from the pleasure but the time he pulled out of you. You never failed to make his heart skip beats when you curled into him once he pulled you into his arms.

[maladaptivedaydreamers]

1) Pent Up Marriage (Arranged Marriage! Ayato x Reader)

Synopsis: You desperately want to make this marriage work, and after he cheated on you multiple times, you made the numbing decision on how to save it. It works! However, you’re now like a puppet to your husband, growing numb and emotionless. Ayato, on the other hand, seems to enjoy it.

Direct Quote: “Yeah, so…whenever you need it, just…tell me, you know. It doesn’t matter if you’re mad or frustrated or just needy, if you need to exert some kind of stress, just let it out on me.” You say, looking at him in the eye. He stared at you, not knowing what to say, but…kinda turned on. “…"I'll keep that in mind, then. Just be prepared in case I get violent or something. I can be...brutal."

TW: Non-con, Dub-con, Harsh s3x, Abus3, Groping, Somno, Forceful, Manipulation, Cheating

2) Love Hate Relationship (Actor Kaveh x F!Reader)

Synopsis: You and Kaveh are co-actors, made to be a “love team”. One day, you were both filming for your new movie and after a long day of work, you both settled in to your new hotel room…only to find out that your luggage was missing. Now, you’d need the help of your co-actor, who secretly enjoys you in this situation.

Direct Quote: “That shirt doesn’t fit you.” He grumbles, seeing how the shirt drapes down your shoulder. “Put it up.” He demands, looking away. “Can you blame it? It’s your shirt so of course it’ll be big.” You complain.

TW: Groping, Staring, Perv Behavior(?), BJ

3) BITE ME!~ (Guitarist Childe x F!Reader)

Synopsis: After you made a stupid decision when you were 18, you’re now left with a very BOLD tattoo. A few years later, Childe, the lead guitarist of DICKZ, seems to find it (and you) interesting. In fact, he wants you to make a couple more stupid decisions with him tonight. Are you up for an adventure with him?

Direct Quote: ”Alright, the sketch is done. Have a check at it before I tattoo it on.” The tattoo artist called out to Childe. He looks down, seeing it. “That. Looks. Amazing.” he chuckled as he sees the sketch of the tattoo on you. “Ready?” he asks, giving you a playful smirk as the artist preps the tattoo gun.

TW: Exhibitionism, leaving marks, dub-con (?)

[belphiesreverie]

helloo! can I request headcanons for platonic yandere Childe?

Yes ofc!! I will continue to spread the platonic yandere agenda 😌💕

TW: yandere behaviour, manipulation

He’s a great big brother, but he’s also incredibly overbearing at times

At first, you didn’t mind him treating you like one of his younger siblings; in fact it was quite nice being treated like part of his family

He’d always bring you small gifts home from his travels, just like he did with his other siblings. And he’d always give it to you with a pat on the head and a spiel about how much it reminded him of you

You’d be invited to family dinners, where he’d cook for you and his siblings and then go on to tell you all the fun stuff he got up to whilst he was away. Leaving out all the… gory details

He even started adding messages to you in the letters he sent home to his family, and you’d always come round to read them with everyone else

It felt nice to be included in his family. But you were always aware that he wasn’t your real brother. Clearly Childe wasn’t aware of that fact though, when he started meddling in things that had nothing to do with him

It started with small things. Gently advising you not to wear certain outfits, which would somehow end up disappearing the next time you went to look for it. He also suggested you just move in with his family since both him and them considered you part of the family already. And when you refused, he simply just started paying for all your living expenses instead

The babying didn’t stop there though. He then went out of his way to acquire his own key to your home so that he could drop in and check on you whenever he wanted. Just for your safety though, don’t worry

Then he started wanting to know everything you were planning on doing that day, and not just a general run down. He wanted details about your plans to the minute and all the information you had on who you were seeing or could potentially bump into. And any misinformation, even by mistake, was met with a scolding

But it all boiled over when you purposely lied to Childe about your plans for the day to go on a date. Of course it didn’t take long for him to find out you had lied about what you were doing, but he simply waited for you to come home to confront you

He was eerily calm, wasn’t shouting at all, but his words were as cold as the Snezhnaya when he spoke

He didn’t appreciate you lying to him, but most of all he didn’t approve of who you had taken an interest in. He didn’t think they were good enough for you. And that’s what set you off

He sat there just listening as you explained how he wasn’t your real brother, how you weren’t actually family, so why should he even get a say in who you spend time with or want to date

But it all went in one ear and out the other. Don’t you appreciate how much he does for you? He treats you just like he does his other siblings, and they’re nothing but grateful. It seems the amount of freedom he’s given you has made you a bit too entitled for his liking

But it’s alright. He’ll clip your wings and bring back the adorable little sibling he shaped you to be

[offbrandkyoya]

49 feelings suck

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Scaramouche typed something then erased it. He slid off your contact then clicked on it again. He bit his lip, typing something again, only to erase it later. Childe glances at him in disappointment. “Dude, leave them alone.” Scaramouche jumped at the fact he’s been caught wanting to gain his partners attention. He sighs, ‘Are we even still together?’

Childe sighs as well and snatches Scaramouche’s phone, his eyes still on the road. Scaramouche reaches for it but Childe raises it up high. “H-Hey! The hell are you doing?” Childe continues to hold the phone while he steers the wheel. “You’re getting distracted. Look, I know you feel bad but waiting for them to call or text is kind of pathetic you know?” Scaramouche slumps in his seat. “You don’t understand.”

Childe nods, “You’re right, I don’t. What I do know is you guys like each other a lot and I’m sure you’ll work this out.” Scaramouche didn’t say anything and looked out the window. He rests his head on the glass, watching the houses and trees. Childe frowns then smiles. “Hey, let’s go somewhere to hangout. It’s been a while, you know? Do you have anywhere you want to go?” He didn’t receive a response. “Okay, how about we go out to eat and then we can go like bowling or something?” “Bowling?” Childe beams then laughs, “Have a better idea?” “Well, certainly not bowling.”

Childe laughs even harder and pulls over to a fast food joint. “I’ll pay.” He says as they got out the car. When they went inside, Scaramouche reaches his hand out. “My phone?” Childe shakes his head. “No thinking about yn.” He pouts but doesn’t fight back. However, once they entered, they realized something. They forgot to wear disguises.

A whole bunch of fans circled them, fighting who should be in front or not. “Good going, Childe.” Scaramouche mumbled while the ginger chuckled. “My bad.” Childe motions them to stay back a little. “Please, we’re here to eat. You don’t want us to starve do you?” Some apologized and they all frantically moved out of the way to make space. “How lame.” Scaramouche comments and follows Childe to the front. The cashier blushed when they get up close.

“H-Hi, what would you like to order?” She says, bashfully. “I’d like a chicken sandwich with a salad please.” Scaramouche gives him a look. “A salad?” “What? I got to maintain a healthy diet you know.” He rolls his eyes, “I’d like a plain spicy chicken sandwich.” Childe then raises a finger. “Oh, and two large sodas.” The cashier nods, “Alright your total is 15.25.” Childe nods and takes out his wallet, “I’ll pay in card.”

As Childe pays, the cashier hands Scaramouche two cups for the sodas. “What would like?” “Orange sodas fine.” He nods and begins to walk to the drink dispenser. He fills one with Childes choice and the other his. A tap on his shoulder causes him to turn his head back. Two girls, who seemed to be middle schoolers, stood in front of him awkwardly. “U-Um, Scaramouche, is it o-okay if we get a picture with you?” One of the girls hid behind her friend as they wait for his response.

Scaramouche sips his drink, places it down, and says, “Sure.” They gasp and the brave one takes out her phone for the picture. Each girl went to his side and smiled for the camera. Once that was over they giggled at the picture and thanked him almost a hundred times. Scaramouche waves them goodbye and goes to where Childe is, sitting down at the far back. The food has already arrived but Childe didn’t start eating.

Scaramouche sits across from him and hands him his drink. “Here.” Childe smiles, “Thanks. What’d you get?” “Coke.” He hums and takes a sip. Scaramouche begins to eat his sandwich since he is quite literally starving. He expected to eat with you so- He groaned. He’s not supposed to think about you right now. Childe noticed this and decided to pry. “What’s up?” “Nothing…” He mumbled.

Childe shakes his head, “It’s something if you’re moping like that.” “Ugh, seriously it’s nothing.” “You always saying that, Scaramouche. It’s fine to express your feelings you know. Tell me what’s on your mind.” Scaramouche looks down. “I can’t.” “So it’s about yn.” He turns red then takes a big bite. “You got it so why do I have to explain myself?” Childe sighs, “I only want to help you.” “Well, you’re not doing a good job.” Scaramouche paused before looking up at him. “Sorry…” Childe shrugs. “Im not hurt. We’ve been friends since kids so I’m used to your emo attitude.” “Wow, thanks.” Scaramouche rolls his eyes.

“But seriously, I’m your best friend. Don’t feel embarrassed to lean your shoulder onto me.” Scaramouche closes his eyes. “I know that.” He opens them and stares down at his food. “I… I want to solve this on my own but all I do is make things worse.” He rests his forehead on the table. “I’m a horrible boyfriend.” “Don’t say that.” Childe responds, ruffling his hair. “I know you guys had a fight but what’d you do?” “I got jealous of them and Thoma.” “Oh, well, everyone gets jealous.” “No, like, extremely jealous.” Childe raises a brow. “I-I said that they liked Thoma more than me and that they’re in love with him and stuff…” “Oh shit. That’s not so bad… kind of.” “I also said that they have no one where to go in their life with their art career.” “What the fuck Scaramouche?”

Childe hits his head causing Scaramouche to lift his head up. Scaramouche rubs the bruise, “Ow! I know I messed up.” “Clearly.” Childe crosses his arms. “Scaramouche, I know you’re blunt and snappy but you seriously crossed the line.” He groans, “I know. God, I’m trying.” “Not hard enough.” Scaramouche glared at him. “You guys will get jealous from time to time but you can’t let it get to you.” Childe takes a bite of his salad before continuing, “You also need to trust them.”

Scaramouche doesn’t respond. Childe frowns knowing why. “They’re not your mom, Scaramouche. Yn is a good person and overall kind hearted. They’re not going to leave your side. I know for sure.” Scaramouche bit his lip and nods, hanging his head low. “Okay.” Childe smiles, “Eat up. I’m tired giving you love advice.” “Right because Zhongli isn’t with you.” “Shut up!”

The boy finish up and leave, practically running to their car away from the fans. Once in, they wave byes to the fans and head off. “Man, I kind of want to skip practice tomorrow.” “Then skip.” “But I promised Zhongli I’d come.” “You whore.” “WHAT?!” Scaramouche laughs and leans his head to the window once again. He gazes at the sky in admiration. Suddenly, you appeared in his mind. The memory of you smiling and laughing made him smile. He sits up abruptly, startling Childe a little. “Take me to yn’s place.” “What? Are you sure?” Scaramouche gives him a sorrowful look. “Please?”

Childe sighs, “Alright.” He changes direction to your apartment complex. Childe parks in front and Scaramouche stares at the window. Childe doesn’t say anything and simply watches his friend. Your light is on and Scaramouche can clearly see your shadow. He grips onto the handle and his door opens slightly but he stops. The front door opens and Aether walks out. His heart stops when he sees you peeking out from inside. The two of you are talking about something.

Aether waves and you wave back and watch him leave to his car. Aether didn’t seem to notice Childes car but you did. You looked at the car and Scaramouche quickly turns away and lowers his head. You raise a brow since you didn’t know who that is. You shrug to yourself and head inside once Aether made it to his vehicle. Childe narrows down at Scaramouche for acting cowardly but he still said nothing.

Scaramouche slowly raises his head and watches your window. The light is still on but without your shadow. He closes the door and sighs. Then, you walk out onto your balcony and leaned on the railing. Scaramouche stares at you longingly. You rested your chin on your hand and watched the sky. Scaramouche’s heart began to beat in a rhythm as his love for you took over. The more he stares at you the more he wants to get out of the car and yell at the top of his lungs, “I love you, Yn.” He’d repeat it over and over and you’d let him in and he’d kiss you, a kiss that is way over due.

But, the more he looked at you, the more he felt guilty for the events that happened. He couldn’t control his emotions and it frustrated him. He didn’t even know if you’d even forgive him at all. Scaramouche faces the front, “Let’s go home.” Childe frowns but nodded. “Okay.” Childe drives off and Scaramouche doesn’t look back at you anymore.

- I had to go the dentist out of the blue 💀

- luckily they weren’t mean like always 👍👍

- also this keyboard update sucks like

- THE EMOJI SHODNT BE DOWN THERE????

- idk how money works so srry 💁‍♀️

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[tumbleweedmemethemes]

Genshin Stickers 34 - Tartaglia

[famwhy]

Retribution

Yandere Childe/Tartaglia/Ajax

Word Count: 4,170

Shink.

Chink.

Slink.

Clang.

The slashing sounds of a sword rang through the air as second by second, bodies fell to the ground. Grunts and cries left the lips of the men struggling to withstand death and hold their ground against their cloaked opponent. They were supposed to be the best in their field and here they were, falling to the hands of a wanderer.

Pathetic.

These men weren't even worth your efforts to kill.

Alas, you needed to get past them to get to him.

"Is that all you have? You truly are pathetic, arrogant, scum who let their positions get to their heads."

"You will be executed! You hear me?! EXEC-!"

Shink.

"God, would you just shut the hell up?" You rolled your eyes, staring at your sword in distaste. "Your disgusting blood got all over my sword. How annoying."

Thud.

"Puh-please..." Your cold eyes landed on a male who got down on his knees, hands intertwined with each other as tears streamed down his face, followed closely by snot. "I have a family. Have mercy!"

You crouched down, reaching the man's eye-level. "I had a family once too, but do you think your king cared? No, he killed my master ruthlessly and without a second thought, leaving me with nothing." Your sword sliced right through him. "Man up, stop begging for your worthless little lives."

Your gaze grew colder with each swing of the blade, the blood bath growing larger and larger as a seemingly infinite number of enemies jumped at you from angle to angle. The fact that they had the audacity to even try to defend their pathetic excuse of a king was enough to flush away any amount of regret you may have had towards their death. 

So what if they had a wife and children at home? They knew what they were getting themselves into when they signed up for this job. What did they expect? Beg for mercy and be allowed to leave in one piece? As if.

Clang.

Your narrowed orbs met with determined ones belonging to a boy who looked to be no older than 18. He held his sword against your own, pushing back at you with more strength than any of the previous guards showcased. You had to admit, you were impressed.

"You have potential, boy, such a shame to see you wasting all of it on that disgusting man." You vocalised your thoughts, exerting just as much force as he was to keep his sword from reaching your body.

"In my eyes, you are more of a disgusting man than the king will ever be."

You scoffed.

"Man? I suppose I should have expected as much. Look at my chest, boy, and call me a man again." You witnessed his brow raise in confusion before his eyes trailed downwards and he gasped in shock, faltering for but a moment.

"Yuh-you are a woman?!"

That one moment was all it took for you to twist your blade around his own and toss it to the side before pointing the sharp end of your weapon at his neck. 

"Indeed I am."

With that, his blood splattered onto your cloak like the countless other guards who died by your hand. It truly was a shame, he was so young and had such potential within him. Oh well, it's not like he is the only boy with the potential to become a just hero. Besides, you weren't interested in making a hero, once you seized your revenge, you'll be sure not to glance in a blade's direction ever again.

A gasp interrupted your thoughts and caused you to turn in the direction it originated from. There stood a maid, delicate fingers cupping a mouth which was frozen agape.

"Run." You stared at her with lifeless hues. "Run and I will spare you... for my battle does not lie with an innocent maiden."

No more words were needed to be said for her to pick up her skirt and start dashing off in another direction, relieving you. You truly did not wish to kill a normal civilian but if you had to do it then you would - you wouldn't let anything get in the way of your plans.

You trudged through the hall she used to get to you, blood dripping from both your sword and your cloak - trailing after you like a puppy would its owner. As you travelled down, multiple screams left the servants of the castle, each one running as far as they could. Guards stationed at doors lunged at you but went down with one fell swoop of your blade, all the while unable to stop you from your walk to your destination. Your face conveyed no emotion as you slashed and stabbed through multiple enemies, each one's face growing more and more fuzzy due to you viewing them as less of a person and more of another number to add to your list of kills. 

Your rhythm was never interfered with, your stance never faltering. You were nearing the end, you would finally be able to have your revenge. That awful king would finally be put into an eternal slumber and it would be by your hands. Oh, you were going to love this.

Bang.

You threw open the doors leading to the throne room, being sure to make a grand entrance to prevent him from being able to ignore you if only for a brief moment.

The guards stood at his side immediately withdrew their swords, pointing them towards your bloody form. "Who are you?! What do you want with the king?!"

The king.

Ah yes, the king.

He sat upon his throne, one leg crossed over the other as arrogance emitted from his form. His ginger hair was in as much of a disarray as usual, the mask rested to the side of his face like always. His piercing blue eyes seemed to be taunting you, daring you to approach him, to kill him. The bastard pissed you off just by sitting still.

Who was this bastard? Why, the king of this nation, of course. King Tartaglia. He is also known as 'Childe', a nickname given to him upon people realising how childish he could act sometimes. Childish and yet oh so menacing.

"Do share. Who are you? Where do you come from? What is it that you want?" The king echoed the words of his guard, an eyebrow raised in interest.

"I come from the mountains. I want to take your life." Your response was simple, easy to understand and immediately giving away your intentions. 

"Oh? Do tell why that is so?"

"You killed my master so I now wish to kill you."

"You're going to have to remind me who that is, I've killed quite a lot of young men's masters."

His words made you grit your teeth, hatred coursing through you. How dare he not even bother to remember your beloved master? The man who took you in, taught you how to fight, and raised you like his own. How dare he forget him?

Not bothering to answer, you lunged at the man - being halted half-way through getting to him by his guards. The men were skilled but unfortunately, not skilled enough. Your attacks were relentless, swing after swing coming at them with no break in between - leaving no room for any sort of opening. Rage had consumed you, blinding you and causing your swings to become a mess, different to the techniques you were taught by your master. It was pure luck that you were able to defeat the guards with no strategy, they seemed to not have been expecting much from you which was probably just as much of a fault as not fighting with strategy. 

You ripped through their flesh with no mercy, too angered to consider giving them a quick death. With them out of the way, you could finally reach your goal.

You unclipped your cloak, allowing it to fall to the ground and revealing the simple clothing you had on underneath. Your reveal stunned Childe, his eyes widening in shock before settling with realisation.

"Ah yes, I remember you." Instead of the fear you hoped for, a look of amusement crossed his face. "You are the girl that was there when I slaughtered that old Oogway, no?"

"Do not refer to my master in such a disrespectful way!" You lunged at him once more, this time with no one to get in the way. 

He smirked before jumping back, dodging your blow as he picked up the sword laying by his former knight's side. "You're really adorable, did you know that?"

With another enraged cry, your sword made contact with his own, successfully pushing him back. 

He grunted before letting his own robe fall off his shoulders, revealing the battle uniform he seemed to always have on. "Wow, girlie, you sure are feisty. It's very cute, I think I'll call you 'little warrior'."

Clang.

Your sword met his own in the same way that young man met yours earlier on. You used all of your strength to push your blade towards his neck but you were unsuccessful in doing so. It was of no surprise that he was strong, he did defeat Master Oogway after all, the man who essentially taught you all that you know. Still, you refuse to give up.

You stumbled back upon a huge shove that came from him, falling over onto your behind.

Clang.

Once more, your swords clashed together, this time with you being at a disadvantage. 

"Tell me, little warrior, are you not a hypocrite for getting mad at me when I couldn't remember who I killed despite the fact that you, too, do not know who you slaughtered within these very walls?"

You grit your teeth once more before shoving him roughly and rolling to the side, narrowly missing the strike of his blade. Jumping back onto your feet, you growled. "Everything I did, I did for a just reason. You killed my master for no reason at all."

"You call revenge just?" He chuckled. "Killing is killing no matter what the reason is, you are just as bad as me."

"Don't you ever compare to your scummy self!" Your next blow was counter-struck by him as he managed to land a hit on you, cutting through your flesh a little too deep. "Agh!"

He watched with a sadistic gleam in his eyes as you clutched your arm, glaring at him with such a large amount of loathe despite the pain you were currently going through.

"Come on, I was expecting a bit of a challenge from you." 

You snarled, ignoring your wound in favour of landing at least one blow on the ginger. 

Your movement was sudden, resulting in his movements being delayed. He was not able to back away in time, and in return, was unable to stop the sword from slicing a clean cut through his cheek.

"Damn, was aiming to chop off your head."

A light scoff left his lips. Then, a few chuckles. And finally, full-blown manic laughter.

"You're quite the jester, huh little warrior?"

You didn't bother to correct him, opting instead to dive for an attack once more. Your blade sliced through the air with such force, a gust of wind blew in the direction of the King, causing him to stumble and allowing you to wedge your sword into his shoulder.

You stood over him, panting with a sharp glare as you looked down on him - both figuratively and literally. Childe looked dazed - it was the perfect opportunity to strike at his heart!

You swiftly pulled the sword out of his shoulder and sent it down on his chest with a large amount of speed. You used so much speed, in fact, that the sudden halt of movement within your sword caused your whole body to shake and almost tumble down.

"Amazing..." Childe gazed at you with a dreamy expression on his face, eyes glinting with an emotion you were unfamiliar with. "Simply spectacular... who would have known that a mere girl would be so well-versed in the art of elemental control?" 

"Ha. Your words speak volumes. You have yet to master it?" You taunted him, continuously pressing down on the sword that was rested between his palms, being kept from entering his chest without much of an effort.

"No, I have not."

"Agh!"

Your body landed on the ground with a thud, your once full dominant hand now empty as you lay there unarmed. 

The heavy footsteps that followed after made noises akin to that of metal - gold chains, to be more specific. 

In that moment, you found yourself to be lost in a pool of negative thoughts.

Master...

I'm sorry...

I have failed you...

I could not get the revenge I so-desperately seeked.

I just hope that you'll be able to forgive me when I return to your side.

You grit your teeth and shut your eyes, prepared to take the fall. You were any unable to get the retribution you believed you deserved - and for that, you would gladly embrace death as punishment.

"Fascinating." Your ears perked up, preparing themselves for the taunts that would leave the mouth of the man you grew to loathe. "No one has been able to master elemental control in centuries... that old Oogway mastered it and taught his pupil? I knew there was something he was hiding from me."

You brought your dominant arm up to your face, allowing it to rest there and cover your eyes. In the next second, a dry chuckle left your lips. "Of course he kept it from you, you would've used it to continue your reign of tyranny."

"Is that so?" You barely registered the handle of his blade making its way to your head, knocking you out completely. "Well, it's such a shame he wasn't able to keep it a secret for long."

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E/C orbs glared up into a pair of eyes belonging to that of a mad man. "I will never cooperate with you."

"Stubborn as ever, Y/N." 

"Argh!"

Your clutched the side of your stomach, wincing at the pain that was just brought upon you. How many times has he asked for you to teach him the art of elemental control and how many times have you refused? You're not sure. By now, you've lost count.

"Y'know, Y/N, this can all end if you just agree to my terms."

"I will never agree to them."

"Never is a word that implies a definite answer, no? I believe it's too powerful of a word to use. You'll give in one day, I know you will."

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"Get up!" You were yanked up from the ground by one of the disgusting Knights that kept an eye on you. "The King wants to see you."

You refused to say a word, eyes dull and expression lacking the life it once used to have. You had failed your master, you did not deserve to feel emotions anymore. Fury, content, sorrow, fear... you had no right to feel any of these. 

Forgive me, Master...

You were met with the hard ground when you reached the throne room, head forced downwards in a bowing motion directed at that filth.

"Now, now everyone~ there's no need to force her to bow to me anymore. After all, she is to be wed to me now."

Your head shot up, enraged E/C hues meeting with an amused smile.

"That's the most amount of emotion I've gotten from you in a while." 

"You disgusting rodent. How dare you demand my hand in marriage like that." Red, hot anger scorched your veins as you seethed for the first time in a while. 

"There it is!" His sudden movement caused the guards around him to flinch. "There's that flare in you I missed! There's the little warrior I know and love!"

His sudden actions and demeanour confused you greatly, and it seemed like you weren't the only one confused.

"My King, are you sure ab-."

Thud.

"Anyone else thinking of questioning my authority?" 

Silence.

"Good~." Childe turned to you, his eyes glinting in the few rays of sunshine allowed into the room - the red on his hands shining vibrantly. "Now, my little warrior, I'm sure you're wondering why I wish to have your hand in marriage, no? Well, lately I've had many marriage candidates but all of them have been so incredibly boring. All they ever say is 'my King! You're so handsome!' or 'my King! You have so much money!'."

"Do they think just saying some compliments will be enough to butter me up so they can gain power in my kingdom? Pathetic! Each second I spent with them, I found myself comparing them to you. No one could stir me up like you, no one could insult me like you, no one could land a hit on me like you-. Oh my little warrior. Do you know how much I love you?"

You blinked in surprise at his sudden confession, clearly not expecting it. "I'm sorry?"

"Be mine. You're all I ever find myself thinking about anymore, you're all I ever look forward to. Now marry me."

"No." You spat it out with so much venom, you surprised even yourself.

"No? Hahaha..." He tossed his head back. "Hahahaha... AHAHAHAHA!"

His laughter was shrouded in hysteria, his eyes swirling with next to no sanity. He acted like you were a jester pulling a funny move or something to amuse him despite the fact that you did nothing of the sort.

"Sorry, sorry." He wiped away a non-existent tear. "I just find it so funny that you think you have a choice."

Both of your arms were seized in the next second, resulting in you (quite obviously) starting to thrash about in fury. Red clouded your vision as hatred clawed through your innards, begging to be let out and have at the disgusting man in front of you. You went feral. Unfortunately, though, you were well out of practice when it came to your combat. Laying down in one position for a long period of time does that to people.

"Be sure to make my little warrior look like a diamond for when we wed, okay ladies?" The maids, that you had just now noticed, nodded vigorously. "Remember, my little warrior, 'till death do we part!"

His mocking laughter bounced off the walls of the Palace as you were dragged to a place you would argue to be much worse than the torture room you were forced to stay in before.

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Click.

Click.

Click.

The heels caused an echo to follow your footsteps as you made your way down the hall, the glint of a blade hidden beneath your sleeve. That man was insane if he thought that binding himself to you was enough to stop you from bringing about his end.

You would stop at nothing to claim his life.

Creak.

"Ah! My little warrior! There you are! Come! Sit! Have a drink!" He didn't seem the least bit surprised about seeing you, instead choosing to invite you in.

You said nothing but did as he asked, eyes trained on him, waiting for him to falter for even a second. Then, you would strike.

"Do you like the drink?" He paid no mind to the maid in the room, keeping all his attention trained on you.

You nodded in response to him, still not saying a word. Just a little bit more, just wait until his guard is down just a little bit more. 

You grew impatient the longer it took for his guard to lower. Well, if you want something done, guess you'll have to do it yourself huh?

You stood up and walked over to him with your arms open wide, giving off the illusion of wanting an embrace from your 'lover'. 

It surprised him at first, but then his lips drew up into a huge grin and his hands opened up wider than your own.

There! Perfect!

Schunk.

Crimson liquid stained his clothes as the maid dropped the plate (that was once in her hands) in horror, a scream escaping her her lips not soon after.

A wide, crooked smile grew on your face as a feeling of utter satisfaction flowed through your veins. Finally, you finally got this scum for your master. He was finally going to-!

Your thoughts were cut off by the violent hacking that escaped not his mouth, but your own. To your surprise, the same crimson substance seeping from him was leaving your own lips in violent coughs.

How could this be?!

"Did I not say, my little warrior? 'Till death do we part. If I am to die, so are you."

"But-." You stuttered, completely taken aback. "How..?"

"The drink you just consumed was poisonous, my little warrior. A certain seer told me you would have my head today, I couldn't just let you kill me and live on like nothing happened, now could I?"

More violent coughs exited your lips as you collapsed, feeling ready to implode as the pain inside you grew to be excruciating.

It was awful, downright horrible...

But...

You got your revenge. You got what you spent years of your life working towards. And now, even if this death would be incredibly painful, at least it would not be in vain.

"I know that look, you're glad to have killed me aren't you?" A few hacks left his own lips as he, too, collapsed. Reaching out his arms and taking you in them.

"That's the little warrior I fell for."

BONUS!

"You're so handsome, my King." The brunette clinging to his arms brought a scowl upon his face, disgust eating away at him the longer she held onto him. 

"Who gave you permission to touch me?" He scoffed, shoving her off of him.

Childe couldn't believe the audacity of these women, touching him without any sense of humility. Throwing themselves onto him like he was some sort of boy toy. What did they take him for? An idiot?

He can't believe he let that little pipsqueak convince him to go through suitors when he could've been spending this time down in the dungeons trying to make you teach him the way of the elements. A fight with you would be much more entertaining than seeing these women and their desperate faces.

One of them tried landing a strike on him. Pah! Of course, they were unsuccessful. Unlike you, you were able to land a hit on him, even if it wasn't a life threatening one. 

Oh and don't even get him going on how boring they were compared to you. He just had to say one insult to their face and they would shut up instantly; whereas with you, he would receive a barrage of sharp-tounged and quick-witted replies. Who wouldn't think you were much better than these leeches?

"Childe." 

"Ah, Zhongli!" The ginger greeted his advisor. "Thank God you're here, these women are so awful, I don't think I could ever marry one of them. Not to mention, they're so jealous of each other. What would happen if I took one of them as my wife and continuously kept visiting my little warrior in the dungeons? She would throw a hissy fit of jealousy and stop me from seeing my little warrior."

"'My little warrior'? Since when did you start referring to her as yours?" The wise man brought up quite the valid question.

"Ah, funny you say that. I don't know..." Childe held his chin and casted his gaze, contemplating when indeed he started referring to you as 'his'.

"Perhaps you have fallen for her?"

"Fallen for her?"

"Correct. The reason why you do not want to marry these women does have something to do with them stopping your from seeing her after all." 

Zhongli's words made quite a lot of sense. Childe had just been comparing them to you. Not to mention, you were the only woman that could make him feel so giddy and warm inside.

"You might just be right, Zhongli. I think I have fallen for her. No..." His eyes lit up and he jumped in joy. "I know I have! I have fallen in love with her! I must make her mine!"

The excited male wasted no time in dismissing the ladies within the hall. Did he say dismissing? Sorry, he meant getting rid of.

His blade glistened as the sun reflected off of it. "You ladies wanted to relieve me? Be my guests."

Yes, the pipsqueak Childe is talking about is Scaramouche.

[quaildoodle]

finally got to meet and battle griffin burns at phoenix fan fusion also we were allowed to take a picture with his childe balloon on the second day and he laughed at me and my friends when his balloon scared us (also he liked my homemade yae miko cosplay that made my day :3 )

[shigarakis-fav-hand]

Genshin Boys Being Jealous/Possessive

Pt. 1

Characters: Diluc, Childe, Albedo,

Headcannons

Warnings: Sexual hinting

Female

Not proof read

Diluc

He understands boundaries and friends. It’s just when they get touchy

Hugs are fine, but a little to low… he’s quick to remove hands

Diluc doesn’t like it when you’re giving another being a lot of attention

He may just hug you from behind to take your attention off of the other person

Definitely stares at you

Diluc just wants to make sure you stay his

You feel Dilucs eyes on you from behind. You’re just talking to an old friend you ran into while running errands. Deciding to shake off the feeling you hold Dilucs hand, giving it a tight squeeze. A sign of reassurance, you receive a side hug from the jealous human. Once you get home get ready for some quality time together<3

Tartaglia

Childe is one who doesn’t want anyone touching what’s his

There are only a few exceptions, being your family, his family, and friends he trust

He is still not sure about friends though

Childe would have Fatui members follow you when you’re out and about

Just making sure no one hurts or touches you

If someone has the guts to get to close, Childe will either slap their hand away or pull you close

He is easily jealous

When you get home he will begin marking you on your neck. High enough to be noticeable, showing the world your his. (May become a something more than a make out scene!!!)

You’re out running errands around Liyue, going to flower shops, farmer markets, visiting animal shelters, the regular. Childe decided to follow you that day, wanting to watch your beautiful expressions on seeing the lovely animals and picking flowers for the bedroom. He senses a presence but cannot spot it, it’s getting closer. Childe even notices you looking around, not a good sign. The presence approaches you. You’re smiling and seems like you’re enjoying your time. He’s relieved. The person gets to close. Placing his hand on your shoulder. Childe decides to “accidentally” run into you. “Ah cupcake! Nice seeing you here!” Childe takes your hand in his. He’s giving a death stare to the other male. Signaling to the male to take his leave. “Childe, nice seeing you here.” You kiss his cheek and hug him. Not often you see him in public.

Albedo

He’s not one to act. The type to stare.

He trust that if the other person gets to touchy you will act on it. If not get ready to be ignored or him trying to prove his worth;)

Albedo is definitely a jealous man

He does not want anyone touching what’s his(Klee is an exception)

He is petty. Let a man say or touch you in a way that crosses the line even with looking and you don’t do anything about it, he will ignore you or be super clingy. Using the excuse of “The other man gave you attention, therefore you don’t need mine” or “You need attention that badly? Sad isn’t it? I guess I’ll have to soothe your desires. Cuddle tonight?”

Albedo watched you at Diluc’s Tavern. How people were flirting and you’re not saying anything about it. He was furious. Albedo won’t act on his feelings now. He’s to smart for that. Albedo wants to mess with you once you’re home.

You come out from the shower, ready to spend time together before sleeping. “Albedo! Can you blow dry my hair today?” He sits there, eyes in his book. You turn your head, “Bedo?” You fully turn around, taking in his emotions. You get up, moving his book to sit on his lap. You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry, can I do anything to fix what I did?” Albedo continues reading his book as if you’re not there. Smirking you decide to tickle him. He starts laughing, giving you his attention. “Yn stop- I can’t- YN-“ You’re both living life, enjoying the moment. Glad to have your lover’s attention back.

[fakesimp]

Dacryphillia, with Tartaglia/Childe

Warning !

Dacryphillia ofc ; sub! Childe x dom! Reader ;

Edging ; Overstimulation ; Porn with no plot : mentions of Childe's real name [ Ajax ]

Minors DNI <3

A/n : I'm still alive, I just don't know what to write help (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

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His whimpers, whines, pleads of letting him reach his climax, you pity him but at the same time you love it when he's wrecked underneath you. He Writhes underneath your delicate touch. He could just turn the role around easily, yet he didn't.

Him confidently saying that he will make you cry underneath him in the bedroom, but now look who's crying, begging for his release.

"Oh Ajax, look at you.. so pretty underneath me." You whispered to Childe's ear, he shivered. "Please.." he pleaded for the nth times tonight, you coo as you glide your finger from his collabone down to his stomach. "Hnn.."

"Ah-" His breath hitched when your finger poked his tip, he whined softly and stared at you with his pleading face. He's been a good boy, why haven't you give him what he wants? Did he do something wrong without him realizing it?

"(y/n).. please, I've been g-good.. please let me cum.." he stuttered as his shaky hands reach out to your arm, you look at him. His tear stained face, you thought, maybe, you should let him cum.

You gently grabbed his shaft and start stroking his shaft. Making the Ginger moaned, he moved his hips along with your hand movements. "I-I'm close-! hn-!" His body spasmed as he reach his climax, and just when he thought he could rest your hand movement didn't stop right after he came.

"(Y/n)- AhH- W-waIt- Stop- ngh-!" his voice cracked, "You said you want to cum, and I give you exactly that, so why are you telling me to stop now?" You asked as you grip at his shaft making the Ginger whimpered. "Hnnngh- Let g-go" he commanded, tho he stuttered when he said so.

"no."

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"Fuck, hmmh, more more, give me.. more.." Childe is completely fucked out under you, you clicked your tongue and grabbed his face. "Such a slut you are, you should be thankful that I give you want you want." He smirked at your word and proceed to lick your hand innocently. "You're- haah, b-being too gentle on me.." he said, you lowly chuckled and suddenly thrust your hips making the Ginger yelped.

"Wh-"

"You ask for it."

©fakesimp

A/n : no idk what I'm writing, help, give me ideas what to write. Naur. I don't even know what I'm writing by this point.

[heizouz]

Sub Childe is absolutely correct and I would love to hear more

there's nothing better than a masochist puppy sub!childe.

sub!childe that gets off on making you feel good. he's hardly ever bad, such a good boy for you. but that doesn't mean he can't be a brat sometimes. you can just put him in his place though, because of course he gets off on that too. rough him up a little, press him into the bed with a hand around his neck, slap him across his pretty face before pulling him into a messy kiss. he'll love it. love how you can control him so easily despite how much he's feared by so many people. he's just your pretty dumb puppy.

he loves when you manage to take full control over him. pin him down — pretty red ropes around his wrists and his thighs or your hand wrapped tight around his throat and watch his eyes lose focus. watch his hips buck at your faint touches on his hard cock, unable to do anything but take what you give him like a good boy. sub!childe that giggles in-between moans when he's so fucked out, nothing but quiet "thank you's" and needy "so good's" coming from his lips in pretty little whines. and his beautiful big blue eyes. his eyes that plead, that get glassy when he tears up, that roll back when he shakes and that get so dazed and void of any thought when your hand doesn't stop on his big leaking cock.

his brain goes blank when you edge him, controlling his orgasms to the point that his pretty cock is red and dripping on to his stomach. sub!childe that shakes and moans when you let go of his cock again. calling him your "good puppy" which has him arching, pretty red marks forming on his skin from how he rubs against the rope. sub!childe that pants and nods when you ask "do you want to cum for me, puppy?", stupid dumb fucked out grin on his pretty face, eyes unfocused bc he's so happy to be writhing under your control.

[hitomisuzuya]

Threesome. Kinktober. Scaramouche x fem!reader. Childe x fem!reader. Childe giving. Scara receiving. Degradation. Praise. Fingersucking. Pussydrunk!Childe. Cunilligus. Dom!Scara

As promised, here is the smut.

Childe's tongue felt ravenous on your clenching cunt, his fingers caressing and massaged your hips. Your fingers were tangled in his soft, red hair, pressing his mouth onto your cunt, bucking your hips into his mouth.

He groaned in bliss, sweeping his tongue inside of you, swirling you between your walls in a way that made you cry out, tugging on his hair. His blue eyes were drinking in your fucked out expression, drool running from the corner of your mouth, your eyes glassy from the pleasure of his tongue lapping at your cunt.

You felt Scaramouche curl a finger under your chin, making you look at him while you writhed with your head in his lap. "Look at me while he is tongue fucking you, slut," He hissed, gripping your chin. "Are you enjoying him slobbering on your whore cunt like a pathetic dog?"

"She tastes fucking amazing," Childe moaned into your cunt, vibrating a moan on your clit as his swirled his tongue around it. "I think I am going to make her cum again," His face was already shiny from a previous, sudden orgasm, making you squirt on his tongue from sucking on your clit.

"C-Chil--" You moaned, suddenly being cut off by Scaramouche shoving two fingers into your mouth. You lapped your tongue around his fingers, happily choking on them as you moaned, your walls clamping tight on Childe's tongue.

"Quiet, whore! I can't stand your pathetic whimpering anymore," Pumping his fingers in and out of your mouth, he reached down and pushed Childe's head down your cunt. He was all too eager to plunge his tongue back inside of you. Scaramouche pinched and rubbed your clit until you squirted on Childe's tongue again, thrashing in his lap as you sucked on his fingers. "What a good girl, cumming hard on my tongue again," He purred.

Scaramouche shot Childe a glare. He didn't need that ginger haired moron to tell him you tasted good. He'd spent hours between your legs, making you cum from just tongue swirling and prodding on your clit.

"Do you have to muffle her moans, they sounded so fucking sweet earlier," Childe groaned, eagerly lapped up your release. "Are you sure I can't convince you let me cum inside of her?" He pried your legs apart when you tried to close them around his head.

"Nope," Scaramouche spat, pulling his fingers out of your mouth with a wet pop. He rolled his eyes when Childe sighed, whimpering softly in desperation. "Fine, I'll compromise and let you cum on her cunt instead," He cupped your jaw, skimming his thumb along it tenderly before turning your head.

Childe was quick to scramble to his knees, moaning loud and husky as he rubbed his cock between the folds of your cunt, your body starting to shake from overstimulation.

Scaramouche tapped his mouth. "Open and suck, pathetic slut," He commanded. The side of your face was already sticky with his precum, his cock throbbing and leaking on your cheek while Childe ate you out.

His cock pushed passed your lips, and into your opening mouth. You flattened your tongue along his length, immediately sucking as he thrust into your mouth. "Only I cum inside of her. Be it in her mouth," He made you choke on his cock, gripping your hair as he moaned. "Or stuffing her cunt full with my cock," His fingers stroked appreciatively through your hair before he pulled on it.

Scaramouche held your head in place while he fucked himself deep into your throat. You moaned around his cock, curling your tongue around it as you sucked. His cock was throbbing in your mouth, pushing deep into your throat. The way it spasmed and convulsed on his cock made cum spurt into your mouth. "Fucking swallow it all," His legs shook as you sucked him through his orgasm.

You grinded against Childe as best you could, seeing his body shuddering with pleasure as warm cum suddenly dripped down your cunt. He looked at Scaramouche and smirked, rubbing your clit before scooping some of his cum onto his fingers. He pushed it inside of you, feeling the sting on his hand as Scaramouche smacked it away was worth it.

[yahoodarling]

Childe X Abysal!Monster Imposter Reader

DARK CONTENT

Warnings: Gore, cult themes, blood, death, suggestive themes(this needs some explanation), asphyxiation, unnatural movement, implied ZhongChi

Explanation: Reader, a monster feels intense inhuman emotions this comes out as arousal as a human. Depicting death/parasitism as sex.

WARNING DO NOT READ IF UNCOMFORTABLE

He hooked you. The sent of home clung into his form. It had been a while since you were exposed to abysal energy, minus the abyss mages that irritate you with their garbish ways, what you wanted was a piece of… you, a piece of home. Being a creature made of nothing but pure energy of the abyss, of hatrid, love and possesion, strong emotions the abyss absorbed and created into physical form, that was you. You couldnt return 'home', you were stuck in a mortals body the moment the human tried to make contact with you and now you could no longer leave that mortals body and go back into the abyss so the scent of 'home' naturally drove you mad and the ginger infront of your mortal eyes drowned in it, his being must have been exposed to the abyss and absorbed its influence to become the mouth watering being he seemed. 

You stood in Liyue Harbour, your vessles home was in this city and you knew you needed to immitate their past life as much as possible to stay away from detection as an imposter. For a while you gathered that 'you' worked at the docks as an angler, fishing and selling at the pier, 'you' lived in a small house near the docks and had very little close companions. What was interesting when you first explored your hosts house was the variety of cult like items scattered on the walls, ancient texts and bloody instruments. Hmm, there were some weridos living amongst the humans, perhaps your host had fiddled around and ended up exposed to the abyss where you met and involuntarily took their body from them. 

That was how you stood near the town central looking directly at the ginger 'fatui harbinger' (a title you assumed must have some important meaning to) as folk called him. Next to him stood Zhongli, a man you knew you should stay away from for reasons unknown. That was the tricky part. You wanted to surround the ginger called 'Childe' or 'Tartaglia' and absorb him fully, you wanted to feel his mortal skin on you unlike you had with your vessle. You wanted to understand these feelings of love hate and possesion that made up your existance. You could feel your physical form was reacting to your thoughts, something wet developing. Whatever that display was it didnt concern you what you needed because right now you desired only to find a way to be alone with the ginger and consume him and the enegry the brewed in.

"We should leave" Zhongli spoke, slighly nudging Childe to the opposite direction from you, he looked at you with concern on his face before turning back and continuing their conversation. 

The dark of night drowned Liyue, now 'Childe' should be seperated from the being 'Zhongli'. You followed the scent you could never mistake, it was thick and intoxicating and made you violently thrash forward in a clumsy manner in the human vessel.

You find yourself near an inn outside the busy central of Liyue. It seemed rather lavish with neat garden and strong brick walls. You see a window slightly open, no doubt to let fresh air into the house. Liyue could get very warm, you were not used to it at first and nearly died the first time the teperature rose even slightly. Heat was a weird thing you never expected to experience. 

You stood at the window and pushed as hard as your mortal hands could, ignoring the sensation of 'pain' your body felt at the strain to lift up the window that begrudgingly moved slightly until there was a moderate gap to get in thorough. The size wasnt exactly enough to get through normally but none the less you turned to your side, bent your limbs unnaturally and folded yourself thorough until you were in. 

Being confined in a small room allowed the smell of the abyss to concentrate. It assulted your mind and made 'your' body huff violently. You stumbled along the halls, eyes unfocused and only looking to the direction the smell came from till it opened up to a small room equipped with a large bed and cupboard space. There slept 'Childe', your intoxication. You had never seen a human still in sleep before, infact you never experienced sleep. You just kept moving the body until it collapsed, it took a few days to understand you needed to 'eat' and 'rest' to be active which limited you. 

Childe seemed so appetizing, better than any human food you had seen or eaten. He stirred slighly as you crept onto the bed, crawling along his legs and torso until your face was right against his, watching intently at the small twitches of his skin. 

You wanted to get out of this shell, you wanted to feel him with your true matter. The smell of the abyss was so tempting, you violently thrashed in the body to get out and feel it. 

In the mess Childe woke up, suddenly on guard as a he saw the random person twitching like they had a seizure on top of him. He immediatly threw you to the side, rolled out of the bed and grabbed a blade, in almost an intant the blade pegged you thorough the stomach and pinned you into the wall where you continued to fight to get out. Human blood soaked your stomach and more drentched your arms as they unnaturally bent, bone breaking and stabbing thorough skin. 'Your' legs slammed themselves into the wall, blood smeering onto it as your neck cocked side to side no doubt leading to a broken spine but you continued to fight back.

Tartaglia stood stunned. How else would a person react to seeing another do this to themself (other than the blade in the stomach, he did that). A human should be dead yet you continued to thrash, it was extreamly unsettling. Childe put it on himself to end this, to cave your skull in, that should truly kill a person and stop them moving.  Childe got closer to you, his second blade in hand and readied to smash the hilt into your cranium. 

Light. Hope. Despair. Darkness. You could finally taste it, you finally escaped the human vessel.

Childes hands suddenly got swamped in black mass after crushing the skull. The mass continued to feed up him, he couldnt shake it off as desperate as he tried. Fear spread in him which just added to the smell of the abyss in the air. You surrounded him, pure relief made you release an unearthly sound, you no doubtly knew if you were still in that human shell you would have released like humans do. Childe began to choke on your mass, desperately trying to make space to breath but it was all in vain as he couldnt grasp onto you. You fulled his every hole, giving him your kiss as you thanked him graciously for allowing you to feel at home again. Childes movements began to slacken, limbs unable to stand as he crashed to the ground and could no longer fight back. In those last moments Childe felt the embrace of the abyss he had wished to forget, that simliar experience he had so long ago however this time it was more… of a sweet caress then violent assult. 

Zhongli knew something was wrong. Childe hadnt met up with him the days to follow, he hadnt even been seen or reported by his fatui men. Zhongli paced the streets of Liyue in search for his friend when finally he came across the ginger however, only death was in his eyes one unlike the voidless eyes Childe once held now they seemed truly dead. 'Childe' smiled at his friend and walked away. Walking to the next closest feeling of home 'he' could feel.

Zhongli knew, he needed to get rid of the abomination that had taken his friend, his lover, away from him.

[belphiesreverie]

The moon, Temperance and The world with childe?

Thank you

Ty for the request! 💕

The Moon: Is this yandere sensitive to what their darling says or does? If not, why don’t they care? 

He’s kind of a mixed bag. Some days the things they say will go in one ear and out the other. They could hurl the cruelest insults at him and he wouldn’t even bat an eye. However, sometimes he has days where even the smallest negative comment can set him off into a fit of rage. Something that they said two days ago that didn’t even get a response now has him storming out of the house to blow off some steam. He’s like a ticking time bomb with no way to tell what or when he’ll get set off

Temperance: What made this person yandere for their darling? 

Their strength and perseverance. Strength in this case doesn’t necessarily mean physical, it could also be mental strength. The physical strength to face against him in a battle day after day, or the mental strength to not let anything he says to them get under their skin. Either way, he’s addicted to chase to finally break them and make them surrender to him

The World: Would this yandere ever give up on their darling? 

Absolutely not. He has his mind set on them and he’s not one to back down from a challenge. No matter how much they reject him, or how far they run, he’ll always be back the next day to try again. But the longer the chase goes on for, the less patience he has and slowly but surely he’ll start resorting to more underhanded methods to get them to give in

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Yandere tarot event is still open!

[offbrandkyoya]

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You sat there for a good moment. Your eyes glanced down at the article occasionally. Should you tell Thoma? It might not be true but the pictures say otherwise. You continued to stare at your phone. Maybe you should tell Childe? He’s the one who sent you Thomas pic in the first place. Though, he said it was private information.

You bit your lip. ‘What to do, what to do?’ “Hey.” You jump when you felt Scaramouche sit next to you. He looks at you in confusion. “What’s wrong?” You shifted a bit. “Um, well, it’s…” Scaramouche feels himself panic. Was it about the kiss? You seemed into it so he thought- “It’s about Thoma.” Suddenly, his eyes went cold. “What?” You sigh before showing him the article you received. You watched as he slowly took in the information, his eyes widening at each word.

He pulls away once he finished and looks at you with an unamused expression. “So what?” It’s your turn to be surprised. “W-What?” “It doesn’t have anything to do with us so why worry?” “He’s my friend! This adds up to why Childe doesn’t want Thoma to be known to me!” Then, you looked down at your lap. “And why he felt uncomfortable when I talked about DCKZ.” Scaramouche’s brows furrowed. “This has nothing to do with you.” He states but you didn’t believe him.

“Scara, if it gets out that Thoma is dating me to the media and later fans confirms that he’s from Dilucs dating scandal, who knows what can happen! It can possibly not only ruin Dilucs but DCKZ entire career!” He scoffs, “You’re speaking nonsense.” “I’m not! Why can’t you understand-“ “I do understand!” He balls up his fists. “Yn, seriously, this is all bullshit. Do you even believe that’s true?! It could be photoshopped for all we know!” You furrowed your brows and stood your ground. “I’m trying not to cause anything in the later future. Dilucs my friend and-“ “You guys aren’t close, yn! I introduced you to them but that doesn’t mean you guys are buddy buddy.” You grow furious and stand up, placing your phone on the table.

“What’s your problem? I’m trying to speak rationally!” He stands up as well. “You keep saying all that but if you tell them, that’ll start something!” “How?! Enlighten me Scaramouche!” He grits his teeth and you roll your eyes. “Honestly, it’s like I can never satisfy you.” “That’s not even true! God, I get jealous once and suddenly I’m the bad guy!” “I didn’t say anything like that!” You felt your vision go blurry.

“It seems like it! Is Thoma your new guy now or what?” You gasp, “He’s my only friend from school! Are you trying to say I’m cheating on you?!” He scoffs, “Oh please! You were all over him. ‘Friend’ my ass! You clearly prefer him over me!” “That’s not true at all!” “It is, Yn! Everything is always about you when it’s not! You always play victim!” Your eye twitched. “Asshole, I know it’s not about me! You’re the one who keeps making me a bad guy!” “I’m only saying what’s true!” “No, you’re not!” Suddenly, you felt the tears go down with your voice growing sore. “I know you went through a lot as a kid but your trauma doesn’t excuse you to act such a bitch to me!” That pushed Scaramouche off the edge.

“Shut the fuck up, yn. This has nothing to do with my fucking mom you little shit. At least I’m doing something in my life instead of pursuing something that’ll get me nowhere in the future because no one believes in me!” Then, you two went quiet. Scaramouche realized what he said, he notices your tear stains on your cheeks. That all makes Scaramouche feel weak. His mouth felt dry as he talked, “Yn, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-“ “No, it’s okay.” You mustered out but started to burst out crying.

He hurries to your side and holds your shoulders. “Yn, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.” He says frantically but you simply shook your head as you cried. You forced away out of his hands and collapse onto your knees. “Please, leave me alone.” You say while covering your face. Scaramouche felt his chest hurt like he ran out of air. “Okay.” He watches you cry and cry before he steps out and leaves to his place.

Scaramouche left you there crying and you knew you asked him to but a part of you wanted him to ignore your request and sit down with you. You wanted him to hold you as he said sorry and you wanted to hold him as you apologized too. It’s too late for that now and you were all alone.

You sniffled as you reached for your phone with shaking hands. You opened messages and pressed on Scaramouche’s contact. You began to type but stopped. ‘What if he doesn’t want to see me? I hurt him.’ You swiped away and scrolled to someone else. You clicked on Aether’s contact and decided you’d call him in case he couldn’t text.

He picks up, “Hello?” “Aether,” You croaked as you wiped away your snot. “Yn?! What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” “Are you home?” You dodged the question with another one. “Yes but are you okay?” Hearing that made you bawl even more. “Can you come over?” You asked him in broken words. “Yes. I’ll be right there.” “Okay.” You hang up and hug your knees.

You didn’t know how long it was until you felt your eyes grow tired. Once they were closed, your door opens revealing Aether. He puts away the spare key and hurried to your side. “Yn, what’s wrong?” You pull him into a hug and cried, “I messed up.” “W-What do you mean?” He asks, hugging you back. “Scara and I got into a fight and I said things and he said things and it’s all my fault.” Aether’s eyes widen since he noticed Scaramouche stand outside as he was making your way to your apartment. He noticed Scaramouche looked rather dull and hearing all this is the reason why. He shushed you, patting your back. “It’s not your fault, yn. Here, let’s sit.” He leads you to the couch. “Did you eat anything?” “N-No.” “I’ll make you something and you can tell me everything, okay?”

You nod and he smiles. “I’ll be right back.” He walks to your kitchen while you wait. When he comes back with a plate of snacks, he sits next to you and listens to your story. He stayed with you until you felt better and you appreciated that. You hope that this can all be resolved even if it takes a big step.

- BREAKUP ARC?!?!!,,!

- jk

- still intense 😜 (i was supposed to post this yesterday but i forgor 💀💀💀)

- team scaramouche or team yn 🤨🤨

- or none cause fuck them 🦅

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[moonlightsweatheart]

Unbothered | Tartaglia x Nb!Reader

In wich you came out to your boyfriend as non-binary but his reaction wasn't the one you were expecting...

TW : genderdisphoria, the birth gender of the reader is not precised

D/n = Dead name

Yn is the name you choose.

Taglist : @orionicchaos

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You thought about it for weeks. You questionned yourself every seconds that passed, but now you were sure of it.

You are non-binary. Whenever someone used the name you were assigned at birth or using the pronouns of your assigned gender at birth, your stomach ached and you couldn't help but feel uneasy.

At first, you thought something was wrong with you. You didn't want to bother anyone with that type of feeling, so you kept your mouth shut.

Except you didn't want to hide your own identity anymore. You were obviously very stressed about the way people would react, but you still decided it was time to tell people about it.

Well, at least, there was one people in particular that deserved to know.

After all, he litteraly lived under the same roof as you and shared your life for more than two years now.

When you heard the front door opens, you knew it was time. He was home and you were going to tell him everything. You made him his favorite dinner since you've finish work earlier than him and dressed the table.

"Baby ? I'm home !" you hear him yells from the hall.

"I'm in the kitchen !"

He enters the room and you smile nervously, trying to not breakdown immediatly in front of him.

To be honest, you were expecting a break-up. There was no way Ajax could date someone non-binary. What if he thinks it's weird ? What if he thinks it's something made up by people and you need to get healed from it ?

You knew he wasn't like that but...would he actually accept someone like you ?

As you were preparing his plate, he noticed your shaking hands.

"Hey, is everything alright...?"

He places his hand on your wrist with a frown of worry.

"It's nothing, i'm just cold."

He doesn't seem to believe you, but he doesn't pressure you to tell him either.

Instead, he tries to relax you by telling you some anectodes and story from his day at work.

You finally sit down in front of him and you two start eating with a strange atmosphere.

You are at the verge of crying but fortunately, he doesn't seem focus on that anymore. He's actually talking with excitement about the hangout you planned for tomorrow.

"So, are you excited too ?" he asks with a big smile. "We're going to see so much news places, i hope there wont be too much people so we can actually enjoy our date !"

You can't even look at him when you know that this date is probably going to get canceled anyway.

"Ajax ?"

"hm ? Oh, and we could also try the new restaurant nearby, what do you think ?"

"I'm non-binary..."

"Yeah ? That doesn't answer my question though, do you want to try this new restaurant or not ? I get that Dottore said it wasn't that good but we can't really trust him on this point anyway..."

You stare at him with widen eyes and let your fork fall on the table.

"Did you not hear what i said..? I'm non-binary, Ajax." you repeat.

"Yeah, i heard the first time, i'm not deaf you know ? But this really doesn't answer my question about the restaurant."

Your eyes fill with tears as your hear his words. You really don't know how to react. Was he not believing you ? Did he just not care ? Or did he not know what being non-binary meant ? What was going through his head right now ?

You can't stop overthinking as your first tears start rolling down your cheeks.

That's when your boyfriend saw it and understand that something is not right.

"D/n ? What's wrong ? Hey, darling ?"

"I said i was non-binary" you start, already sobbing through your words, "But you didn't even answer anything about it..."

He takes your hands and bend down next to you, swiping your tears away with his tumb. He tries to make you feel better by hugging you, rubbing your back and whispering some "it's alright" in your ears.

Finally, when you calm down a little, he starts talking.

"I didn't say anything because...well, because i don't really care ? I mean, it probably sounds awful like that but..." he takes a deep breath and places a kiss on your hand.

"What i mean is that not matter your gender, your name or the pronouns you want me to use for you, i still love you the same. I couldn't care less about that type of things. You're my precious soulmate, i would never leave you for such ridiculous reasons."

You continue to cry a little more in his arms, feeling completly protected and accepted for the first time in months.

"So...Maybe i should've asked that the moment you came out but...Do you have a prefered name other than D/n ? And what are your pronouns, exactly ?"

You take some time to answer, not wanting to rush yourself.

"They/them is fine. Are you sure it's okay ?"

"Of course it is. I'll use they/them from now on. What about your name ?"

Were you really going to say it ? You've had a new name ready for months and now, it was finally time to say it out loud. You didn't imagine that it was going to be so stressful.

"Yn. I like Yn."

He holds you a little tighter and whispers.

"That's a beautiful name."

You stayed in this position for awhile before realising that the food was probably cold by now.

"You know what ? I have a better idea. We're going to this new restaurant, right now."

"What ? But Ajax..."

"You didn't answer my question anyway, so i'm taking the lead. Yn, we're going to the new restaurant."

He runs to the living room and puts back his shoes, inciting you to do the same.

You smile at him with relief.

You were so wrong expecting a break-up.