#sub tartaglia

[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.

[acid-ixx]

moaning headcanons a.k.a how loud they moan (part 1)

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a/n: this is supposed to be crack until it became serious and I can't back out. update: i forgot this draft existed so i hope u like me posting old writing (with me expanding on it). ask for part two with specific characters (next part will contain neuvillette) if you will, i dont mind!

tags:top!gn!reader. implied yandere. implied murder. jealousy. masterbation, jerking off to thoughts of you. (no i will not shut up about how nana's (@koinotame) portrayal of childe changed my entire viewpoint of him, he's my murder baby and he knows it.

— childe : loud. genuinely noisy especially when he strokes himself when envisioning you punishing him. ah, if you're rough enough, he whines and he sputters and chokes. sometimes, he'll increase the volume of his moans just to spur you on. he's a tease and although it's nice to be a good boy— he loves being a brat so you could manhadle him harshly. but when he's lonely and horny, he's always, always not afraid to release his desire. even gagging him with your underwear still wouldn't be enough to muffle his whines and gurgled moans of pleasure. if you hurt him for just the right amount, he'd be cumming even with his dick untouched and that's when he moans the loudest. sometimes, when he feels you don't give him enough attention, he'd be approaching you (and whatever you'd be doing wouldn't matter), latching onto your waist and whining into your ears about how you just haven't been noticing him lately. it's up to you to decide whether you want him kneeling on the hard floor giving you oral or kneading his hard-on through his jeans. just wish whoever your neighbor is a good luck because he won't certainly shut up when he pleasures himself on you. there's times when he's good, when all he does is whine and gasp, but that's only when he stabs his enemies and the crimson seeps into his clothes hard enough for him to feel it damp and stimulate him lightly, thinking of you and your complaints about him staining the carpets again— he hopes you'd use a ball gag this time, with a tight collar while you're at it, just so he could really feel the pain.

— kaveh : his moans are, well, similar to the moans of exasperations he releases whenever his wallet is empty or whenever his roommate irks him. but when it comes to you, it seemingly amplifies to a more modified, girly shriek and teary eyes. he releases high-pitched whines when overstimulated, when he's on the brink of cumming whenever you jerk him off, or when your tongue ventures through his pecs, circling his areola and ignoring the swell of his nipple; and he's begging you with drool running down his shiny lips to just suck his, his "breasts" (your words, not his!) already! he gasps needily whenever you thrust inside him, releasing airy and rhythmic "ah, ah, ah!"'s with every thrust. every time you hit his prostate, he'll be sucking in a breath and gripping on your back for dear life and begging you to slow down while he pants. his dignified voice loses composure though, whenever he rides you. it starts off with bated breaths until it continues with sharp gasping and girlish moaning. he wouldn't even be aware of his own loudness in the room with how his pleasure drowns out any sort of dignity he tried so hard to maintain. it's not his fault that it's rare for you to keep all your attention to him! and he wants it all to himself. so if that means embarrassing himself for a few days just so you could forget about the man who flirted with you days ago— then so be it! he'll look at you with droopy eyes and quivering lips, begging you for more with a slightly scratchy throat and swollen lips. despite being overstimulated, he could go on for more rounds just for you.

[tawfu]

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

wc: 1.2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“S-shit! That’s so good!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“M-more! Please, it’s too much!”

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

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

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

“It wasn’t on purpose, I swear!”

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

…

Why was this motherfucker grinning?!

[yaekiss]

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

𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck. He’s hard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And what do you say, Diluc?”

“Thank you.”

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

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Hi hii for the prompt event can i request dressing childe/tartaglia in degrading outfit? 🙏🙏 take ur time and thankss ^^

Hiiii it’s been so long since I last saw Childes name in my inbox, hope this is to your liking :>

Dom!reader x sub!childe

Warning: feminisation, teasing, cross-dressing

Anniversary event

“Is.. this really my size?” His awkward laugh echoed from the changing rooms, alongside the flicker of the shoji screen. You reassured him by yelling back, “I’m sure of it, it’s supposed to be a little tight. Are you done? Then come out.” One look and anyone could tell you were getting impatient, tapping your finger on your knee, gaze wandering around the establishment to look for anything interesting.

Despite your clear orders, he still hesitated, this time his hand emerged from behind the rood divider. “Are we alone?” The ginger asked, still mysteriously hiding himself, an act that was very uncharacteristic for him. “Yes, we are still alone, just like ten minutes ago.” You groaned, rolling your eyes at his behaviour. “Haha… right.” Tartaglia answered meekly, running out of excuses to use. The atmosphere was so dry, and so uncomfortable.

This time he really shot himself in the knees. He challenged you to a bet, and instead of you meticulously analysing your chances, you immediately agreed. That should have been enough of a sign, you’d never take on a gamble so quickly except it isn’t one. As things have been planned from the beginning, he lost, and had to obey to whatever conditions you set for him. Great, absolutely fantastic.

But why did your request have to hurt his pride like that? He could barely stand straight without shaking with his knees, and now you want him to expose himself to you? Bloody hell, you were so cruel he could feel himself falling for you all over again.

“Ajax, you really are testing my patience. If you don’t come out now, I’ll-” suddenly he moved the paper wall to the side and walked over to you, sighing defeated, “alright alright, I’m here okay?” Your expression changed for a split second, something like shock grazed your features, before you composed yourself again. He tried to stand normal and unbothered while your eyes scanned over his body, tracing every outline and shadow, devouring every inch of his body.

He felt like a prey being toyed with by the predator, you were making him squirm with that intense stare. That’s why you avoided eye contact, jumped from one foot to the other, and kept doing god-knows-what with his hands. At some point you were fed up and said, “hold still, are you a dancing monkey or what?” Childe could only response with another forced laugh.

As for why you were eyeing him up and down so much, well, simply put, he was wearing woman’s clothing. A qipao in a pretty dark red colour, the shade kind of reminded you of blood. Since the dress was cut to fit the build of a woman, it looked clumsy around his fairly muscular body. And even though it looked out of place, you still thought it was quite attractive. Unlike his usual fashion, the dress showed off his curves and exposed his bare legs, what seems to add to his embarrassment.

“Looks good.” You gave him a short, almost forced compliment. It wasn’t a lie, just you had way more to say than a simple ‘looks good’. “Wow, thanks I guess.” Tartaglia groaned, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Seeing what little effect your praise had, you decided to try again, “I mean it, you look good as a girl, as my woman.” Out of nowhere his body twitched and tensed up, he didn’t answer you verbally but with his body language. If he had a tail, it’d be wagging like crazy.

“Are you done gawking?” The male eventually asked, his face and shoulders got painted bright pink. His eyes told you the truth, that he was humiliated, ashamed and yet also excited. “What’s with the rush, can’t wait to show your new look off to the other people?” You teased, and your words immediately got his attention, making his brain ratter, “what do you mean by that?” A smirk plastered your lips, you chuckled amused as you explained, “we are going to have a nice little date night today, and you aren’t going to change until I’m done with you.”

The way the colours left his face, letting him become as pale of a ghost was pretty amazing. He was trying so hard to accept his current situation, his legs were shaking again. “Come on, I already paid for the dress. So let’s put it to good use.” You encouraged him, holding his normal wear in your arms, now he couldn’t even run anymore. It seems there was no way around the straight up shameful act he was going to commit, and as if to add salt to the wound, he felt himself getting hard beneath the skin tight dress~ ♥︎

You walked ahead of him, motioning for him to follow you. All he could do was obey your commands with a sheepish smile, quickly rushing to your side while letting you show him off like your own little pet.

[ma9ical5tar]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"o–once more."

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

[thegnomelord]

Devotion in Steel

How They Worship You After The Hunt: Dottore, Childe, Zhongli.

So this is based off This idea I had about a cyberpunk reader in a cult!Sagau genshin, so this is just me testing the waters. I spent wayyy too much time on this one lol but this brainrot is still going strong.

CW: Suggestive themes, cult/yandere characters, reader is GN, mentioned gore for Zhongli part. First time writing Yandere's so tell me how it goes lol.

Dottore: Silent Curiosity

He does not worship you openly; he doesn't sing hymns about your mercy or your cruelty, nor does he press his face into the ground whenever you pass, like certain archons wishing for redemption. His worship is quiet. To the unworthy, the way he touches you — with clinically cold hands, examining every gear, and bolt, and piston with the same calculating gaze reserved for one of his machines — may as well be the highest form of sacrilege. Who is he to act as if you are just another of his toys? Who is he to not even say a single word to you? Who is he to touch and pull on your mechanical components like some urchin child toying with an object they do not realize is precious? But they can't do anything, because You do not see it their way. You do not stop or punish him, you encourage him; it isn't rare to find you two alone, him on his knees with your arm held in his hands, silently watching the moving mechanisms beneath your plating as you explain the intricacies of your mechanical form to him in that synthetic voice of yours that makes his bones tremble. His touch is clinical, precise, but it is by no means cold; His worship is conveyed through his actions. With reverence he cleans the dirt and grime from the seams in your armor, happy to stay on his knees for hours, days even, so long as not a single speck of dirt is left to mar your perfect body. With piety he polishes every gear, with admiration he oils every piston, worshiping even the smallest piece in your body like it is a holy relic. To Dottore, being able to see technology millennia ahead of his own and learn of knowledge yet undiscovered would have been bliss. But to feel it beneath his fingers? To feel it in his bones as that artificial voice of yours reveals the world's secrets? Heaven.

Tartaglia: Eager Veneration

Once, Tartaglia had only known of you from the stories his parents had told him; of a loving creator, a place of safety and solace in this harsh world. Later, when he fell into the Abyss, Skirk told him new stories of you, passed down to her by the denizens of the Abyss — ones his parents wouldn't have dared to utter lest they tempt Celestia to punish them for heresy. So when you descended, full of harsh edges and your body geared for battle, he embraced you as you were. He would have loved you regardless of your appearance, but something about the mechanical version of you made sense to him; Children resemble their parents after all, why should you have appeared like the demure little thing the tapestries depicted you as when Teyvat could be harsh, and cruel, and cold? He remembered his parents teachings, tried to be respectful like the other acolytes, on their knees, with their heads pressed to the ground. He would have done so happily, would have kneeled before you until he was nothing but bones, would have slaughtered countries in your name... yet the abyss gnawed on his bones, needing your attention like a babe needed a parent. So when you showed him favor? When you offered him to touch the divine metal of your cybernetic body? He couldn't stop himself. Anxiety tempered his eagerness, he did not seek more than what you offered him, yet his hands still glided over your skin and metal with the same energy as the little gears beneath your outer shell. Trembling fingers traced old dents and scratches that ripperdocs had neglected to fix, words of absolute devotion leaving his lips as he put his head to your chest, listening to the tik tik tik of mechanical organs beneath your chassis. But your weapons enchanted him the most. It reminded him so much of the Foul Legacy hiding under his skin; the promise of danger and death lurking beneath the surface, ready to be used as soon as a threat appeared — a similarity between you two that no one else could claim. He could spend days simply kissing and lavishing the seams in the armor, feeling where fake skin transitioned into metal which hid your weaponry from the world. Though you never allowed him more than a look, he yearned to touch them, to kiss the sharp blades, to feel his bones bend under your mechanical strength, to feel the monowire burn through his skin... Please, won't you let him? He survived the Abyss, he promises that he's tough, he can handle the pain... just this once, let him worship you, all of you, please?

Zhongli: Desperate Absolution

Zhongli is afraid; to touch, to breathe, to even exist near you. How can he not be, when he is the reason for your missing parts? Your aching joints? When he was the one who harmed you, who tainted your holy body with his hate and prejudice? When he was so prideful as to forsake his creator because they did not fit his own imagination? When the truth was revealed, the real impostor laying dead and your mechanical frame speckled with drops of your golden blood, he understood he was in no place to anything but bow and pray your fury would be swift and merciful, though he did not deserve it. Yet even as he knelt before you, head bowed so low it was flush with the ground and eyes shut tight, not daring to even glance at your metallic feet, a part of him still yearned for a chance at redemption; to earn back the chance to worship you, to earn your forgiveness through devotion. He would do anything for it; Kiss and lick the dirt off your mechanical feet, be at your beck and call till the end of time... If you wished to regain your lost parts — he would scour the far reaches of Teyvat until he found all the metal pieces you had lost, and those that were permanently damaged? He would carve his bones into shape, until they fit... If you told him to forfeit his flesh like you had done — he would claw at his skin until not a single scrap of meat hangs off his bones. He would happily wander the earth as a skeleton, grafting pieces of old Khaenri'ahn technology to himself until he resembled you, just so you could inflict the same wounds he had done to you... Yet you did no such thing. Even as his thoughts gained a voice, escaping his mouth through muffled whimpers, all you did was watch him, your mechanical gaze racking over his shivering form as he tried to stop his hiccupping cries. Truly pathetic. Then your fingers found his chin, gripping him in a bruising as you raised his head to look at you. Your mechanical eyes reflected in the tears running down his cheeks, the metal joints in your fingers nipping at his skin. His eyes met your cold gaze, and he wondered what you will ask of him — His eyes? His tongue? His arms? The impostor would have demanded all that and more... He would give it in a heartbeat. But please, find it in your cold heart to forgive him.

[karteinss]

Maid Cafe | 02: Second visit

Dom! Male reader x Sub! Childe/Tartaglia

Part 1

Repost from my Wattpad Collection

Nsfw, Dom! Male reader, Sub! Childe/Tartaglia, Handjob

Second Visit

A few weeks passed by ever since that "encounter" in that maid cafe but you couldn't stop thinking about it every goddamn day, even at work you got all these erotic thoughts about the indigo haired worker named Scara.

He had always been on your mind, when you woke up, when you took a shower and even when you're taking a piss. He was always on your mind, a part of yourself thought about how disgusting it was but your inner self couldn't help but enjoy all those erotic thoughts about the said worker.

You said you hated having those thoughts about him but you secretly jerked off with the image of him beneath you.

-

It was 10PM as you sighed at yet another dirty thought of that worker crossed your mind. It was getting annoying by each passing day but you couldn't help but enjoy and get aroused at those thoughts. You leaned back against your office chair, another day of doing overtime- At least you get paid fairly well for this. As you closed your eyes to take a minute of "break", your co-worker that was next to you said his goodbyes as you nodded. Now, you were all alone in the still lighten up office. You looked around the office to see how no one was there, this was your chance to palm at your secretly growing erection. You palmed in-between your thighs, as you let out a soft groan of relief, but you quickly removed your hand from it as you realized you still haven't finished the work you were assigned to.

You let out an exaggerated sigh as you leaned over the desk. This is going to take a while.

-

After what felt like hours, you finally finished your work as the clock hits 11PM. You packed up your work bag and tidied up your desk, you shut off the lights as you went down the elevator, it was already really dark outside, only a few janitors were seen at the extravagant lobby as you said your goodbyes to them as a way to be polite. You walked through the automatic door, the nightlights were shining at you as you squinted at the sudden flash. You made your way to the other side of the unusually empty road as you remembered that you promised yourself to walk home everyday to save some money, well it was worth it- The calming scenery of the city and crowded areas made you feel sort of relaxed.

You walked and walked as you finally made it to the busy parts of the city, the flashing and colorful lights and the active people wandering around the place always made you safe. You hummed as you wander throughout the busy streets but as you walked passed by a familiar cafe, you stopped on your tracks as you take a second to look at it- It was the Maid Cafe, where you paid to get a blowjob from a stranger, it was just like those memes of horny guys paying their friends to give them a blowjob for 20 bucks but you never thought about having to experience it yourself.

You sighed as you closed your eyes, you're definitely NOT going back there, and why should you? Pornhub and other Porn websites exists for free, so why pay when you could just jack off in your tiny apartment room? Well, the answer is that you can't lose your virginity by jacking off can you? Your virgin ass never touched a man nor a woman explicitly, except for that one encounter of course- but that doesn't count. You paid for it.

As you kept rambling inside a head, you sensed someone was behind you as you looked back to see a familiar ginger haired man- Ah, it was one of the workers from the maid cafe..

The ginger haired man looked at you with a soft smile visible on his pretty face as you felt your cheeks heating up slightly. "Hi again! Are you here to visit us again? We have a special promo so all of the food, drinks and special services are all 30% off!" The man said excitedly as he advertised you to what it seems like fairly good deals- wait, what are am i thinking!?

No, I promised to never go here again so why am i-

"A handjob would only cost $7, how cheap is that?" The ginger haired man said with a giggle but his eyes were looking at you like he was trying to convince you to come inside the cafe again.

$7...

Was it worth it?

You could buy a whole chipotle burrito with that money...

As you kept thinking about it, the ginger haired man noticed that you were trying to decline the offer as he smirked and placed his fingers on your palm "I can reassure you I'm good with my fingers, sir. I can make you..." He leans in to your ear "Feels things you haven't before, how's that, hm?" Then, something inside of you snapped as you didn't care anymore. The way his finger was tracing over your palm and his seductive voice was too much. "Fine, I'll do it." The man smiled at your answer as he went back to his usual happy expression as he leads you inside the cafe. The cafe's lights immediately flashed your eyes, you'll never get used to such flashy lights, ever.

Without much waiting, the man immediately leads you to a room and unlocked the door, you looked around the room as it was no different from the one you were in last night. As you placed your work bag on the bedside table, the man bends over Infront of you as he pulls out a condom from the drawers.

You could see his ass and damn, he was flat as hell.

As he finally rips out the condom packet he stared at you and hinted to you to unzip your pants as you did, you slowly unzipped your cheap pants and pulled down your boxers as they both pooled underneath your ankles.

Like Scara, he too was surprised at your size and length as he whisteled and sat next to you. "You're a big one, aren't ya?" The blue eyed man teases as he slowly puts the condom on your now hardened cock "I wish I could fuck myself on that cock." He teases yet again as you blushed at the comment, you just smiled at him as he begins to slowly pump your cock with his soft hands skillfully. "Call me Ajax, by the way."

Ajax? What a pretty name for a pretty boy, you thought.

As Ajax kept pumping your cock with his skillfull hand, you couldn't help but groan at the sensation, it felt so fucking good to feel such a skillfull and soft hand around your cock. Ajax seemed to notice you were enjoying this as he smirked and pumped even faster, making you groan even louder. "Angh- A-ajax, slow down.." You let out between your groans and moans as the way his fingers were around your cock felt so goddsmn good, Ajax just smiled at your request as he leaned in "Hm? I thought you were enjoying this?" He asks innocently as his pumps became faster, you let out the loudest groans you could, your hands gripped Ajax's thigh and bedsheets as all you could do was thrust back into his hand.

Your cock was fucking Ajax's hand, close for release as Ajax's smirk grew wider at the sight. He placed his thumb on the slit as he rubs it slowly, making you let out an unexpected whimper. "F-fuck! Let me c-cum...ajax-!" You whined as Ajax refused to do so, his grip and press tightened as you fucked his hand faster "P-PLLEASEE!" You let out another groan as you begged him to release his thumb, You felt your eyes starting to tear up at such torture. Ajax's eyes glitens in Glee as he leans into whisper the most erotic things into your ears, "Your cockhead is so red..it's like its going to burst any moment now...ah~ it makes me need your cock stuffed in me more, master.." He whispers, his voice became a bit more high pitched as his words felt like moans- You couldn't help but thrust faster into his thumb, "Mmh~ You're so big, master...i want you inside of me and release deep inside of me...~" Ajax moaned sluttily into your ear as you fucked his hand faster.

Finally, Ajax released his thumb from your slit as you finally released inside the condom, you breathed out heavily, still not covering from the high yet. Ajax lets go off his hand on your cock as he smirked at the sight, of what he just made you to be. "Mm, you did so good..I wished you could've fucked me instead though~" He teasingly said as he pulls out the used condom and threw it in the trashcan as he opened the bathroom door and washed his hands. Meanwhile, you were just recovering from the high as you still breathed heavily, well- that was a new experience. You never felt this good while jacking off. It truly was addicting.

-

After you finished paying at the cashier, you slipped your phone back to your pocket as you sighed.

Fuck, that felt so goddamn good.

You walked over to the door to leave but suddenly, Ajax stood right next to you when you were just about to leave.

"Come back soon, yeah? I can't wait for you to stuff your huge cock inside of me, master."

You felt your pants tightening again.

Oh, this might start to become an addiction.

[ilovemychunkycat]

augghhhhhh sub childe

I NEVER SEE SUB CHILDE.

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

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

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

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

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

"thankyouthankyouthankyou! yes ngh! yesyesyes!"

"You did a good job~"

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

yet you don't care!

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

"Mistress! I cant-"

"Who said you could talk?"

"M sorry miss- I-"

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

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

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

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

good boy? might as well treat you like his master

after that hes worshipping you like no tomorrow <3

[genacity]

thinking before i go to sleep 😴😴😴

i really want to eat childe’s ass idk

like; having him sit on my face and grab onto the headboard as he’s sobbing out, hiccuping and crying as i rim him up for the fourth time that night… he’s shaking, trying not to collapse from all of the overstimulation as i keep ravaging his hole 😁

“fuck— fuck, please—” childe is wailing, not even attempting to keep his voice down! pale knuckles growing paler as his head slumps and his hips buckle at the sight of his ass getting eaten into oblivion ❤️

[l1tw1ck]

Genshin: Kink Headcanons

Bottom!Characters x Top!Masc Intended Reader

Characters: Gorou, Heizou, Ajax, Kaeya, Cyno, Aether, Wanderer, Thoma

General CW: NSFW, my word is not law i am but a feeble tumblr user with horny opinions

Gorou

☆ Size: He absolutely loves seeing his stomach bulge. Meeting someone who's much larger or taller than him makes him horny. If you use strap-ons, he'll buy the largest one he thinks he can take and beg you to use it on him

☆ Master/Servant: Despite being a general, he loves following orders. As long as you have him trained (discussed safe words and rules), he'll do whatever you ask

☆ Humiliation: He gets way too turned on by being forced into embarrassing situations, he pretends he doesn't like it but you know better

☆ Free Use: He'll let you do anything to him at almost any time, no matter how embarrassing the situation. Well, as long as it's not in front of Kokomi or his Subordinates (he'd love to be fucked and claimed in front of his soldiers but the potential aftermath isn't all too appealing)

☆ Marking: He'll litter bites all over your body and urge you to do the same, he'll shamelessly show off the hickeys and bruises you left all over his body

Fav. Positions: Doggystyle, Missionary, From Behind

Heizou

☆ Handcuffs: He has a stolen pair in his bedroom and likes to pull it out almost whenever you have sex

☆ Authority Roleplay: Roleplaying as a Detective or an Officer while you're someone being interrogated or in jail, or with the roles reversed.

☆ Domination: He loves dominating and being dominated, he'll do anything you tell him to but if you're more of a sub, he'll gladly take control

☆ Recording: As long as you keep it to yourself (and maybe a couple of friends), he'll be eager to record a sex tape with you. He'll set up a camera or two in his bedroom ready to be turned on and record the two of you fucking

Fav. Positions: Against a Wall, Reverse/Regular Cowgirl

Ajax

☆ Painplay: All he wants is to be hurt, treated like nothing but a stress reliever by you. He loves when you take sick pleasure in his tears and whimpers.

☆ Knife + Blood Play: He wants his body to be full of scars that you inflicted, wants you to make him scream from how deep you cut him. He wants you to lick up his blood and make him swallow his own, maybe even use it to finger him. Aside from fingering you, he'd like to do the same to you.

☆ Predator/Prey: He loves the chase, if you ever run from him (whether it be for the sake of his kink or because you're genuinely terrified of him), he'll be right behind you. He'd tackle you and sit on your lower abdomen, heart racing, face flushed, and drenched in sweat with a smile on his face.

☆ Degradation + Objectification: Call him a dirty a whore, a good for nothing slut, a bitch, anything that comes to mind. Treat him like he's nothing more than a cocksleeve to be toyed with

Fav. Positions: Cowgirl, On His Side

Kaeya

☆ Voyeurism: It doesn't matter if he's being watched while he masturbates, watching you masturbate, being watched while you fuck him, or perhaps even watching you fuck someone, he loves any form of it. Gods he loves windows and slightly open doors

☆ Cum: Come on his face, in his mouth, on his chest, in or on his twitching wet hole, in his underwear, anything. Just cover him in it. It doesn't matter if you have a dick or not, he'll eat you out just to get his face covered in slick and cum.

☆ Nipple Torture: Play with his nipples so much to the point where it hurts to wear a shirt. Make sure they're both sensitive and swollen once you're done with him

☆ Impact Play: Slap him and make his face sting or spank him so hard that he has trouble sitting down the next day. Kaeya just loves having constant reminders of the amazing sex he had the night before

Fav. Positions: Against a Window/Wall/Door, On His Desk

Cyno

ftm cyno, afab language used

☆ Public Sex: Take him anywhere in the desert and he's 100% down for sex. As long as there aren't any people around, he'll be more eager than you

☆ Breeding: Put him into a mating press and come inside him (metaphorically or literally), he deserves it. Tell him how pretty he'll look with your kids in him, that you're gonna breed his tight pussy and make his stomach swell

☆ Punishment: He knows that when he talks too much or does something he knows you don't like, he'll get punished. And he often does it on purpose.

☆ Dirty Talk: If he's too busy doing his job to come home, he'll send sexy letters about the things he wants you to do with him when he comes back. He might even send a few pictures

Fav. Positions: Mating Press, Standing Up

Aether

ftm he/they aether, AFAB Language used

☆ Deepthroating: Whether it's your cock, your strap, or your fingers, he wants to choke on that shit. Stick em deeeeep in his throat

☆ Impact Play: Slap their face, spank their ass or their pussy, make sure at least one part of their body is red and or stinging by the time you're done

☆ Panties: Buy them a few pretty panties and they'll make sure to "dirty" them up and leave them somewhere for you to find. Or you could eat them out with their panties still on. If he's feeling dominant, he might ride you and stuff his panties in your mouth. Distance makes the heart grow fonder but Aether sending you their used panties in the mail makes the dick grow harder

☆ Skirts & Stockings: They'd be so pretty all dressed up and riding your thigh or bouncing their pretty little ass on your cock/strap. Feeling their stockings against your face as you eat them out because he's too sensitive to not try and close his legs. Wearing a skirt so his pussy is easily accessible to you wherever and whenever you want

Fav. Positions: Ass Up and Head Buried in Their Pillow, From Behind Standing Up

Wanderer

ftm he/it scara, no AFAB language used

☆ Size Kink: Just like Gorou, he likes his partners bigger than him. He wants his mind to go blank from how fucking fat your cock is

☆ Choking: He says he prefers choking you but you both know the little slut enjoys your hands wrapped around his throat instead

☆ Body Worship: Treat it like the archon it never got to be, worship every part of his body. A king is in front of you, he expects you to act like it

☆ Mirror Sex: As the self absorbed man he is, it loves watching itself get fucked in the mirror and admiring how gorgeous it looks. Or how your fat cock/strap is causing his stomach to bulge and how damn good your hands look on its smaller body

☆ Oral: More often then not, your boyfriend'll be sitting on your face while watching a show or reading a book. You spend a good chunk of your time eating him out

☆ Free Use: If he's feeling horny, you better be ready to drop everything and give him what he wants

☆ Manhandling: When its not feeling like a king, it'll let you move it around like a doll. He loves when you're fucking him and his feet don't touch the ground

Fav. Positions: Face Sitting, Cowgirl, Anything where he's being manhandled

Thoma

☆ Master/Servant + Service: He'll do anything you ask him to, whether that's in the bedroom or not. Most of his actions in the bedroom revolve around you and what you want. He gets off on it all

☆ Praise: Call him a good boy and puppy, he'll be like putty in your arms. Give him compliments and rewards for good behavior

☆ Rope Bunny + Sensory Deprivation: He loves being tied up and blindfolded, making him helpless in your presence. He loves the feeling of your hands roaming along his body and without sight, that along with your voice is the only thing he focuses on. He falls into subspace pretty fast in these situations

☆ Voyeurism: He loves watching you get off, hearing your hot noises and seeing your hand going to work while you're looking at him. Sometimes he masturbates with you and other times he's tied up and on display as your jerk-off material

☆ Nudes: When he first read the letter asking him to send naked pictures when you're apart for a while, he instantly felt arousal pooling in his stomach. The thought of you getting off to the pictures he sends you makes him ache

Fav. Positions: Doggystyle, Being Folded in Half

[heizouz]

nsfw sub!childe + gn!reader, cock stepping, reader calls him 'puppy'

just a little something for the birthday boy... ❤️

childe's hands are tied behind his back where he sits on his knees, looking up at you but not knowing where you are. a black silk blindfold covers his eyes, blocking his vision but heightening all of his senses.

sometimes you'll softly smooth your fingers over the freckles on his cheeks and brush gently across his jaw. sometimes you'll lean down and pull him into a rough kiss to which he gasps and groans at once you pull away.

and sometimes, you'll part his lips with your fingers. childe kisses them, as if asking for permission before wrapping his lips around them and taking them. your breath hitches with a small smile and it makes him feel proud once he realises you like him like this.

he moans, dramatically, and you can see the ghost of a grin on his lips as he takes your fingers deeper like a pretty little whore. he can't see you, but he knows you're staring down at him, eyes dark whilst you watch him drool around your fingers and it spurs him on.

childe sits pretty on his knees, unable to use his hands but he makes up for it by dropping his mouth open and letting you fuck his throat with your fingers. he feels so much more dirty like this, restrained and restricted and he loves it.

he can't help the loud moan that escapes his open mouth when your fingers hit the back of his throat, eyes rolling back behind the blindfold. you don't miss the way his thighs rub together at the feeling.

you scoff and grab his jaw, dragging your fingers out of his mouth and pulling him into a messy kiss that he groans into. childe's hips buck into the air at the roughness, whimpering at the fact there's no friction against his leaking cock.

"what do you want, my good birthday boy?" you drag out the dramatism of the 'good', brushing your index finger and thumb across his jaw to tilt his head up.

childe is breathless, panting into the open air and he can feel you all over. "shouldn't it be a surprise?" he asks, cocking his head with a lazy grin and you hum, "maybe you're right."

you step back, no longer near nor touching him and he sits so patiently, waiting for you to do something. his cock is dripping, already pent up from just fucking his mouth with your fingers and only because it's his birthday, you take pity on him.

the moan childe lets out when you press the sole of your shoe against his cock is heavenly. he practically sings, head dropping forward and hips involuntarily bucking against your foot because he's so desperate for it.

it's ridiculous really, watching him get off with just your foot. but his hair is messy, bangs falling over the silk blindfold and he's panting, wanting so desperately to grab at your thigh and hold you there as he grinds against you and he just looks so pretty.

you groan, running your fingers through childe's hair before grabbing a handful and lifting his head up to look at you despite the blindfold.

"that's it, dumb puppy." something about the name has childe's thighs shaking, hips stuttering against your shoe still pressing hard against his cock, and he lets out a guttural whine.

your lips pull into a grin, letting him needily hump your shoe, hair still tight in your hand until you let go to bend over and take his face into your palm. you can tell he's looking at you even from behind the blindfold, anticipating your next move without trying to look eager but his hips never slow. you lean close, close enough for him to feel your lips inches away from his before whispering, "i want you to cum just like this."

childe's lips part in a pretty low moan, head nodding submissively and his eyebrows furrow when you press your foot harshly against his cock. the fact that he can't see you, only hear and feel you makes him so much more sensitive - slightly overwhelmed by pleasure, especially when you drag the toe of your shoe along the length of his cock and press against the tip. he's panting like a dog, fingers clenching behind him in the restraints and head dropping forward again because he's struggling to keep himself together.

it feels so humiliating, grinding against your foot like a bitch in heat but he loves it so fucking much.

childe's thighs clap shut suddenly, eyes screwing closed behind the blindfold and you can tell he's close.

"you gonna make a mess for me, baby?"

"mh-yes…" he gasps out, head falling onto your thigh and you card your fingers into his hair gently. childe's hips stutter before he cries out with a loud moan, your shoe running along the length of his cock from how he thrusts against you.

he finishes with a choked sob, whole body shaking and fingers turning white from how hard his blunt nails carve into his palm and he makes a mess all over your black shoes and dress pants. you coo, still running your fingers softly through the man's hair and you pull your foot away to let him ride it out.

childe's body goes lax after a few seconds, collapsing against your thigh with breathless pants and if you could see his eyes you know they'd probably be shining with pretty glossy tears. your foot is still gently pressed against his sensitive cock and he whimpers at the faint feeling of you still there.

but it doesn't last long, your gentle hand carving into his orange hair as you hum, looking down at the mess he made all over you when you push him back onto his knees with your foot,

"we're not done yet, puppy. i got you another gift."

[average-cosmopolitan]

wonder if you could use an electro vision and (consensually) Pavlov dog Tartaglia into being a good boy.

Or do you think he would enjoy it and keep acting up to get you to hurt him more? Goddamn masochist…. love him

[tawfu]

What about….

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[yaekiss]

okay. the will wood song as vampire childe. a reverse of that oh so beloved fic based off a lil ask of mine.

the way he loves your pure, unadulterated humanity as you breathe down his neck when you’re on top of him. you’d have him squeeze his scarred thighs together if they weren’t pinned open from your pounding into his pretty and greedy hole.

he begs for your attention either way. his bratty words as he tries to set you off, wanting to drain you of your blood to have you even a part of his body. he begs and begs, taking in every careful breath of yours between his own moans of pure bliss and his sucking of your blood. the way he looks on with dazed eyes as your own roll back when you tell him to detach… but no　♡︎　he’s not doing that.

vampire childe who is just your silly little parasite! despite his expensive tastes, he likes it when you drag him to some seedy club’s bathroom and take him in the stall where anyone can hear him. his tab’s forgotten as he makes up for pissing you off from letting others ogle at him, such lecherous monsters he’s much better than, at least, that’s what he says as he’s holding onto the dirty mirror, seeing the possessiveness in your gaze as you surely leave bruises on his hips and ass.

IHDSWJHD I can't believe I wrote so much for Bloodied Fangs... something about exploring the different dynamics of vamps I guess idk what came over me. I think your asks just do something to the writing part of my brain. Hmm. Rambling under the cut again, I think I'm losing it

On a side note, if anyone reading this would like a full fic based on a prompt/request you might have, do check out my ongoing event!!

ANYWAYS! sorry I have worldbuilding(?) brainworms I have to get out first b4 everything else as usual sigh. I think a vamp!Childe is bloodthirsty in ever sense of the word. If we're going by the more popular vampire tropes, he might enjoy the boost to his abilities (i.e. heightened senses, supernatural strength) although I am curious to see how it would affect the use of his delusion and his Foul Legacy state.

Would additional vampiric features manifest themselves in the Foul Legacy state? Sharpened fangs, torn and roughed up bat-like wings?? Would mixing the powers from the delusion and vampirism produce any backlash? If the delusion draws from the user's life force, what would happen to a vampire who's immortal? One can only speculate.

Perhaps it's the genuine concern combined with natural curiosity in your expression when you pose these questions to him that continues to draw him closer and closer to you. How sweet of you to worry over him, he swears he can almost feel his now non-functioning heart skip a beat when your warm hand cups his face. He drinks in your warmth, constantly clinging to your side like some leech.

Which is why he loves it when he managed to rile you up, the contrast you show him is addicting. He knows what he's doing when he licks at the salt rim of his glass, shooting you a coy look as he consciously ignores the way the other patrons of the club are eyeing him. He knows he's won when you're dragging him off to the bathroom, a possessive glint in your eyes. Meanwhile, Childe is beaming when some customers whistle at the spectacle.

You sure that those outside can definitely hear his moans over the trashy upbeat music the club is blasting on the speakers but the man before you doesn't seem to care at all. His fangs sinking into your skin, the familiar taste of your blood settling on his tongue. The flavour is intoxicating, heady, rich. Infinitely better than whatever that drink he ordered just now was, how could it even compare?

He feels you yanking at his hair, trying to drag him off you and saying something along the lines of, "C'mon detach already, haven't you had enough?" The answer could not be more clear to him, how could such a small taste of you ever be enough?

If he drains you of everything, doesn't that mean your entirety will be a part of him for all eternity?

Bonus!! can't really figure out how to link it to everything I wrote above but I think he'd really like it if he could drink your blood while you're fucking him. Something about lapping away at your neck/wherever he chose to bite, acutely aware of your heartrate speeding up when he clenches down on you, your blood laced with the sharp sweet taste of bliss and arousal. He could simply drown in it all.

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[h0ney-mochi]

Heyyy *stands stiffly*

This is my first time requesting off anon holeh moleh

Anyway, Dom reader and sub childe, pantalone or scara getting a lot of praises as reader jerks them off HEIUAHEHEHW

I'm horny I mean silly

sub!Tartaglia/Childe, Scaramouche x gn!reader (separate)

SMUT/NSFW CONTENT (dom!reader, sub!childe, sub!scara, praise, jerking off lol, short scenarios my bad)

Summary: literally just jerking them off and praising them! <3

A/n: omg creampuff hor- I mean silly arc you're so right ! Ngl had to wrack my brain for this one, I think I'm experiencing burnout /j

Minor writer, dni if uncomfortable!

Childe

His hands grasped at your shoulders when you left a dark mark on his skin. Your free hand was touching under his shirt, while the other jerked his dick. Something happened that made Childe feel all over the place, and sort of needy, so you thought of one thing to get him to cool off.

Him pressed against a wall, head tilting back with moans falling out. You smiled, leaving a kiss on his neck, speeding up your hand. "You're doing so good," you whisper, looking at him.

Childe sighs, nodding, "Just for you." Glancing down, you drag your fingers over the tip of his dick, a louder moan from above. His hands still held onto your shoulders, sometimes digging his fingers into the fabric of your clothes.

"Fuck, please," he pretty much whines out, looking at you, brows furrowed. You sped up a little again, looking up to kiss him. Some moans slipped past, muffled against your lips. You know he gets loud when needy, so this one good way to shut him up.

Pulling away, you speak, "That's all? I want to hear more of your pretty voice." Childe's head falls back against the wall again, hands gripping at your shoulders harder. You hear a mix of okay's and please's in his moans.

"Good boy," you whisper, him gasping above you, "That's better." He whines, muttering about being close, breathing out his mouth. You just nod, moving your hand down and then back up, continuing.

"So good," you speak, "You like it when I say that?" Childe nods immediately, "Please- Make me cum, fuck-!" A chuckle comes from you as you watch his moans turn into desperate ones.

Scaramouche

Head in the pillows, hand almost covering his face, Scara tries to be more quiet. But when you jerk him off quicker, he forgets it.

"Look at you," a smile tugs on your lips as you speak, "So cute." He's about to tell you to shut up but he whines instead. You're tracing your fingers on his thigh, watching him squirm in the pillows.

"Ah— Fuck, faster," He says, turning his head away from you. Of course you listen, speeding up your hand around him. More moans spill from his lips, his other hand holding onto the sheets.

"Just like that," you tilt your head, "Doing so good for me." Scaramouche moans higher, still not looking at you. You let him be, sliding your hand up to the tip of his dick, jerking around it. His back arches as he gasps, head turning to the other side.

He gets more vocal, hand gripping the sheets tighter which makes you say another line. "Gonna cum so soon?" You speak, focusing onto his face. And finally, you make eye contact. Scara nods quickly with hazy eyes, moaning out responses.

Thank you for the request and thank you for waiting !

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