dating childe would be breathless kisses in between fights with hilichurls, hands interwoven as you run away from abyss mages, laughter while climbing mountains.
dating childe is running around like children, playing in lakes, pranking each other, laying on rooftops to stargaze and bare your souls to each other.
dating childe is making jokes at inappropriate times, hiding behind trees as you hunt boars, sunshine beating down on your faces as you gather flowers to give to children in the harbor.
dating childe is being pulled into alleyways and being pressed tightly to one another, sharing passionate kisses as guards look for you.
dating childe would be hearing endless promises and confessions of love in his native tongue as you sit and patch up his wounds, tears in your eyes because you swore that he wouldn't make it back alive.
dating childe would be listening to him talk about his childhood and his family, singing his favourite childhood songs when he's drunk, promising to take you to snezhnaya once his mission is over.
dating childe is waking up in his arms, refusing to let you go, burying his face in your neck as he mumbles, "5 more minutes", before falling back asleep and not waking up for at least 30 minutes after. its peppering your face in kisses if he wakes up before you, or running your hands through his hair if you wake up before him.
dating childe is having promise rings made out of different types of crystal and metal, because he wants nothing more than to marry you, but you insist that you're both too young. its him wearing the ring on a necklace rather than his hand when he goes on missions to keep you close to his heart and to remind himself to be careful, because he knows you"ll be worried if he comes home bruised.
dating childe is receiving your favourite flowers every week, even when he's not there, and him always making sure that he's home for important days, like your birthday or anniversaries.
dating childe is constant confirmations that he loves you, he'd willingly drop any and everything for you if you wanted him to.
in conclusion, dating childe is breathtaking and steadfast, filled with love and adoration, care and warmth. dating childe is knowing that no matter what, you are loved and will always be loved, and you will always be supported by the man that will bring teyvat to its knees if it meant you'd be happy.
prompt: limerence - noun - the state of being infatuated or obsessed with another person, typically experienced involuntarily and characterized by a strong desire for reciprocation of one’s feelings
pairings: childe x gn!reader
word count: 2.6k
warnings: check tags for tws, but overall sfw. neither angst nor fluff.
a/n: best read going in blind! :) but TWs are in tags if you’re worried. absolutely nobody requested this and this was a completely self-indulgent fic simply due to my desire to write a full scenario for childe.
the russet-haired harbinger spots you that morning, like every tuesday morning, in liyue harbor. your back is turned to him, but he can recognize your figure anywhere. he watches your shoulders and hair move with every articulated word and as the distance closes between the two of you, he can hear your frustrated words. every tuesday, you come to the market for your groceries and, every tuesday, you haggle with the shopkeeper over the price of potatoes in a rather aggressive manner.
Writing spicy Diluc stuff, time for brain rot in the form of headcanons!
Contains: ((NSFW 18+)) Diluc x gn!Reader
Diluc being blunt in bed, he knows what he wants and he doesn’t want to risk being misinterpreted
He’s still a gentleman, but as soon as you hit the sheets, you can feel the intensity of his desire in his eyes
When you pull away from yet another kiss, his eyes will flutter as he chases after you, lost in the daze—he’s utterly intoxicated
Touch him, please, he’s a top through and through so the idea of him, breathlessly whispering for your touch??? O o f
Speaking of topping—he’s strong, and not surprisingly so
Effortlessly, he can switch your positions, guide you while you ride him, press you to the wall, or gently restrain your wrists (or not so gently, I won’t judge)
When he takes your wrists in his hands and holds them besides your head, you can see the way his muscles flex
Speaking of muscles, Diluc would have a very nice back—strange in words, but just think of the possibilities
As he undresses facing away, the shift of his shoulders and the way his back tenses and relaxes as shrugs off his button up
When he’s on top, he loves to feel your fingers dance along his shoulders, pulling him closer, nails leaving ruddied lines in his pale skin
Nice butt
He’ll also be the type to, during sex, flush from his neck to the tips of his ears
Kiss his shoulder while he rails you, it’ll drive him mad
The mix between something so seemingly innocuous while you’re lost in passion? Ohhh boy buckle up
Though he’ll dive right in, he definitely will make sure you’re ready and taken care of (no need for him to say ‘relax’ when the main course comes around hehe your legs will feel like jelly)
He’s normally not a talkative man, but archons above are his moans delicious
Deep, growly, and all for you
If by the end of it all you’re not blissed out, he didn’t do his job right—
He’ll spend the rest of the night between your legs to amend that if he needs to (perhaps even if he doesn’t)
"You are deaf or stupid, I ordered you something and you will do it, I do not care that you are of high rank, instead you, I do not want to see you here until someone does not have a head, that way I will know if they did the mission well, now get out out of my sight "I look at them all with contempt as they left, he let out a heavy sigh as he looked down at you" And you bunny, don't stop, you did a good job sucking my cock in silence, maybe I'll give you an award later "
He heard how the door would open and he take your head to fuck your throat, and leave you alone sucking it, "don't you know how to knock on the door, idiot" he saw one of his soldiers entering with some papers "I'm sorry sir, but Mrs. Tsaritsa asked to fill out these papers "he left them on the table, scaramouche smiled as he took your head again and began to move it discreetly, releasing a low moan, the soldier heard him but did not want to ask, he only looked at scaramouche, he was smiling while raising an eyebrow to see r if he dared to say something to her, but he just ran away.
"You useless bitch, get up" he separated from you as he went to close the door with a lock and returned to you, stamping you on the desk to lift your beautiful white skirt (which he had bought for you so that you would look like a cute bunny for him ), and tore your underwear to start fucking you "I gave you an order and you don't comply, now don't expect to cum"
miss aimee its miss etsi and may i offer/request: jealous childe, maybe someone (*cough* one of the ladies pls *cough*) is taking up his s/o's time and hes like >:0 wrong answer s/o now im gonna pout
hi miss etsi ( @etegomanere ) hehe thank u for requesting. Pouty Childe will always be my fav <3
Childe can’t help but let out another sigh of annoyance, letting his forehead hit the wood of the table he currently sits at in Wanmin Resturant. How long has it been? Two hours? Maybe three? He’s not even keep track anymore— his mind in a different place.
Home.
The fatui harbinger just wants to go home. Maybe not in Snezhnaya, but at least somewhere away from here. In your small abode not too far from the streets of the harbor, where it’s calm and quiet.
Not noisy like it is here, especially when the Captain of the Crux is wasting away your time with stories of her at sea— something that caught your interest for what seemed like hours ago. Surely they can’t be that interesting.
He lifts his head up, eyes narrowing on your laughing figure as you wave Beidou off from something she said; the captain letting out a chuckle before taking a swig from the booze in her hand. Childe can’t help but let out a whine before pushing himself off of the chair, groaning once his aching muscles have time to stretch.
“Y/N,” he calls out for, placing his hand on your shoulder with a pout on his lips. “You said five more minutes..and that was probably three hours ago. Plus it’s almost getting dark. We should get going.”
“But Beidou just started telling me about how the ship almost got torn to pieces in a storm!”
“Yeah but,” he starts, his blue eyes glancing at the captain—who only stared at him with an amused smirk before averting her gaze elsewhere, “it’s getting late though..”
“Is that your best excuse?”
“No,” his cheeks puff out, arms crossed over his chest. He’s doing this again where things won’t go his way and he’ll start acting like a child. Of course you always fell for it when he did it, he always got his way but you really did want to hear about the possible shipwreck.
“You can go, Y/N. I got some business to do with Ningguang. More fines, the usual as I told you.” The captain gets up, stretching her arms above her head. “Thanks for the meal, Childe. I’ll be sure to pay you back once I come back onto land.”
“Uh huh,” he mutters, grabbing hold of your hand and pressing it close to his side, not wanting to let go. “Can we go now?” He asks once Beidou made her way away from the restaurant and to her new destination. “I don’t want to be here anymore.”
“Childe,” you say with an eye roll, getting up from your seat and begin to walk away with your lover attached to your hip. “You make it seem like we were there for ages.”
“That’s because we were there for ages.”
“Well that’s besides the point. Quit pouting, we’re already leaving now so you can get what you want now.”
“I’m not pouting.”
“You always pout when you don’t get what you want, just like a little kid. I bet Teucer is better well behaved than you.”
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Hello! I love your writing! I know you have a lot of requests and that you don't answer all of them but please consider a drabble or headcanons for Tartaglia with a bratty sub s/o that has a breeder kink? I never see breeder Tartaglia fics but he's my fav... 🥺
we’ve only just begun
childe & gn(f?)!reader (NSFW)
610 words • ~4 min. read
warnings: breeding kink, slight degradation
notes: hiii thank you so much for requesting and for waiting!! i’m actually kind of in the mood to write more hcs/shorts rather than full length fics so you’re in luck today! <3
so imagine this: childe’s had a long day – his underlings were being quite rambunctious and annoying. he had to set them straight so many times that he had to hold himself back from outright strangling them, so naturally he’s come home exhausted and irritated, just hoping for a night where he can wind down with you and finally take a breather.
but for some reason, you just felt like pushing his buttons tonight. maybe it was the way he looked so annoyed that tempted you to get a reaction out of him by teasing and poking fun at him.
at first he played along. after all, he didn’t want to come off as angry at you and he always tried to separate home from work problems. but after a few hours of you constantly teasing him, he decided he had enough.
he grabbed your wrist as you were about to tickle him for the millionth time of the night and locked eyes with you. in a firm tone, he muttered, “[Y/N]. bedroom. now.”
“what’s all this about?” you chuckled nervously, hoping to get the same lightheartedness back but instead he let go of your wrist and looked up and down at you expectedly, refusing to repeat himself. so you decided to oblige, nervousness curling up inside of you as you walked to the bedroom, listening to his footsteps trail behind you.
childe pounds the life out of you, his hands gripping your hips firmly while you dig your face into the bedsheets gasping and moaning incoherently, craving for more of his attention, absolutely loving how rough he was being. he obviously had a lot of pent up frustration and he always loved taking it out on your holes.
there came a certain point where you couldn’t handle the pleasure anymore – it was just too overwhelming. the man had insane stamina despite having such a seemingly tiring day and ignored your pleas for him to slow down after your orgasms, deciding that it was time you learned your place: underneath him, being held down as he used you for his satisfaction.
“i hope this teaches you not to fucking mess with me when i’ve had a long day... do you understand?” he punctuated his words with the slam of his hips into yours, not even breaking a sweat.
“y-yes!! just p-please, please cum in me already...!”
“yeah? you want me to use you as my little cum dump don’t you? you’re going to have to beg harder, sweetie...”
“p-please!! cum...!”
oh, he’s made you nearly incoherent, hasn’t he? of course he did, he knew no matter how much you played around with him you always ended up like this, completely weak to his touch and begging into the sheets.
his hands travelled up to your waist, pinning your stomach down as he leaned forward, his lips barely grazing against your ear as he never stopped his rhythm. “you want me to cum deep inside you? fill you up with my seed until it leaks out, even when my cock is plugging your hole so nicely?”
he hummed in satisfaction with a dubious smirk, “you want me to breed you, don’t you?”
childe couldn’t help but moan at this thought, surprised that it had even slipped out of his mouth. he’s always been very family oriented, and even if you could or couldn’t have children with him, he had to admit the thought of using your hole for breeding turned him on even more.
“i’m going to dump all my cum into you until i’m shooting blanks... you don’t want me to stop when we’ve only just begun, do you?”
- Scaramouche coming back to your shared home, pissed and mad and as you were fixing a meal for him, he bends u over and fucks you roughly
- After your session, you draw him up a bath wherein he drags you in, spreads your legs and once again pounds into you with reckless abandon
- As you both were about to eat, he makes you sit on his lap as you feed him while he places his head on your shoulder, grumbling about the days events
- For extra measure, he slips his cock in you as you sit on his lap. He takes great pleasure in seeing your ruined expression as he drives you near orgasm and continuously denies you of that release
- Don't even think about sleeping, he'll ravage you and your hole greatly until the days events are wiped from his memory. He's a Harbinger, so he's got stamina for days to go on the entire night. -🤠
I CAN HOLD THIS MAN FOR A DAY, I'll give him what he wants from me, lmao
Summary: You help Scaramouche out with getting revenge against his roommate, but it doesn’t quite turn out the way either of you expected.
Contents: Scaramouche x gn!Reader, College AU, friends to lovers, preestablished relationship, some suggestive themes, expect the typical cliche movie type of thing going on
Notes: to fit the idea a bit better as well as the circumstance, Scaramouche is definitely a lot nicer than he would be in canon. You’re good friends with mutual respect, so naturally he’ll act differently.
“You don’t actually think he’d fall for it if you’re fully clothed, do you?”
“People have sex fully clothed-“
“Uh-huh. Then you’re a bigger dumbass than I thought. He definitely won’t believe it if one of us is fully dressed.”
Perched on the edge of his bed, you look up in disbelief. Sitting across at his desk is Scaramouche, busy watching through the window for the telltale sign of his roommate and (unfortunately) long time friend’s arrival.
“Anyway,” You fall back, legs hanging off the side of the bed. “Wouldn’t it be as mortifying as it was for you if you aren’t?”
That…was a valid point.
This day in particular wasn’t very special. It just so happened to be the unfortunate day chosen to make the valiant attempt as giving Childe a taste of his own medicine. No one deserves to walk in on their nude roommate fucking some rando on the couch.
You almost felt sorry for Scara.
Almost.
Apparently almost is enough, to Scaramouche’s distaste. By now, bored of the silence and the time that his roommate usually comes back from class, you’ve stripped down to your undergarments—really, you were wearing shorts along with your undergarments. But, to be fair, they were pretty short shorts.
He did his best to look away, though. Last summer at the pool, he saw you in less—this shouldn’t be any different. But this time it’s in your bedroom, the little voice in his head whispered. A familiar warmth settles over his cheeks at this thought and he does little to fight it.
Really, though, this was a curse disguised as a blessing.
Why had he texted you at 3am? Isn’t that the worst time to send anyone anything? 3am thoughts be damned, especially now that you’ve entirely dedicated your time to acting.
“Well? Are you going to strip or should I do it for you?”
Scaramouche nearly chokes, breaking his otherwise calm appearance. You’re sitting on your legs now facing him with a determined look and he’s thankful for the amount of space between you both.
It’s weird, he thinks once he’s finished and his clothes lay folded on his desk. Being in a room alone with one of your best friends while they’re nearly nude (they aren’t) and he is left in his boxers isn’t really something he thought would be happening today. Nevertheless in his lifetime.
Apparently, his idleness drew on for longer than you had patience for. You get up and take his hand, tugging him to the bed, also nabbing his shirt in the process.
Flopping back to sit on the soft surface, you tug the shirt over your head, smoothing it out while Scaramouche watches. Was seeing you in his clothes always make him feel so strange? Maybe he was coming down with something.
“If you wait any longer, Childe’ll be back and we’ll have an awkward situation instead of revenge—now c’mon.”
When you flick his nose, he flinches.
You earn a roll of eyes as he sits down beside you.
Satisfied, you shimmy further onto the bed to lay down. The expectant way you look at him shouldn’t set off the anxious fluttering he feels in his stomach, but it does.
Looking you strictly in the eyes, he relaxes.
With a hand cupping your cheek and a thumb strategically placed over your lips, he practices a faux kiss. It feels weird. He does his best to make the awkwardness of kissing his own thumb less apparent.
Your snort draws him out of it. Pulling his hand away, you do the same to him, thumb close to the edge of his lips, and lean in.
"No, like this-"
Carefully, you press your lips close enough to seem real, yet just enough to only be touching your thumb. When you pull away, you laugh at the dumbfounded expression on his face.
He tries again, cupping your cheek, noticing the soft warmth radiating from you. In his chest, his heart stutters. Realizing he should continue, his thumb brushes over your bottom lip while eyes trace the curve of your Cupid's bow.
He settles it right on the corner of your mouth before leaning in.
His attempt at faked intimacy instead slips into an accidental brush of lips. You take a sharp breath, but don't pull away.
The gesture fuels him to try it again, this time gentle, tentative.
"...Scara?"
He wanted to touch you more.
He tears away, rolling to lay on his back with an arm over his eyes. As you get up to check on him, he lets out a frustrated groan and slides off the bed. Making his way back to his desk, Scaramouche places his hand over his folded shorts. He refuses to look your direction.
“This is stupid—just go. I’ll deal with Childe myself. This is all just some dumb idea so don’t think of it as anything more.”
Inside his chest his heart yells and his fingertips still feel the sensation of your soft, warm skin beneath them. Everything in him wants to go back, to take back his words. Similarly, you’re left with the ghost of his touch and wishing that time would go back just a bit.
Yet instead, in your chest bubbles fury. Anger at him for being just as dumb as he claims his idea is, anger at the kiss, anger at your own frustration—isn’t it good that he’d act like everything is fine? But you knew him well, and things definitely weren’t fine. Gods be damned if he thinks that you’ll leave him be.
“No.”
His attention snaps back so quickly that, for a second, you’re concerned he’s hurt himself.
“What about ‘just go’ don’t you understand?” His tone is colder than he intended, but it’s nothing compared to the look you give him.
What he doesn’t expect to see is you a mere few inches from him.
“Just about all of it, Scara! You can’t—”
You lower your voice, taking a deep breath and steeling your frazzled nerves.
“You can’t just—kiss—me like that. You’re so full of shit if you really think I won’t see that as anything.”
The dread comes back and he releases the grip he didn’t realize he had on his shorts, letting them lay scrunched on the desktop. Fighting the desire to look you in the eyes, he stares at the wall covered in various pictures in silence.
When did he first start to feel this way? He hated it just as much as he craved to be closer to you.
His eyes drift over to a taped-up series of photos from a booth. You and Childe dragged him to some kiosk at the mall earlier that semester. One of the pictures, you had an arm wrapped around him while your other hand was used to strategically give Childe bunny ears. So close to you, he had a light dusting of red on his cheeks yet played it off as annoyance.
“Do you really feel that way?” Your voice snaps him back to the present. “Do you really feel like that was nothing?”
Features soften at the hint of hurt in your voice and he manages to clear his throat. But by the time he opens his mouth to answer, you’re already halfway to the bed and you’re picking up your discarded clothing—
The next moments seem to pass by in shuttered images.
He grabs your wrist, pulling you back up and despite the panic apparent in his mind and the way his heart seemed to jump at your surprise—
and kisses you.
Ah, he should’ve toned down a bit on the enthusiasm.
You, with your footing awkward and your body only half-facing his, fall back onto the bed, pulling him on top of you with an indignant noise.
Luckily, Scaramouche manages to catch himself with his free hand.
As he hovers above you with red cheeks and an unsure look in his eyes, you gape.
“I do. Like you.”
And like that, the anger and dejection that took you over dissipates. You lean in, lips parting, and he tilts his head just enough to fit with yours.
You flick his forehead.
“If you said your idea was dumb, then what does that make you?”
His glower only lasts so long as your lovely, light laugh and completely disappears when you press your lips to his.
The moment seems to stretch on pleasantly, and the feel of him relaxing against you brought the butterflies back. Eyes closed, you let yourself feel only him, a hand resting on his chest and his on your cheek. The faint smell of him makes your heart flutter and, apart from the two from earlier, you relish your first real kiss with your best friend.
“Scaramouchy mouche~! I brought back some chicken as an apology for the other day—I didn’t realize that—oh hello?”
“Hi Childe—” You peep in surprise.
Immediately Scaramouche pulls himself away from you, taking a moment to drag his hands over his face. After, he takes to glaring at his roommate with renewed purpose, hands up in a less-than-savory (but nonetheless usual) gesture, and then promptly ushers the other out of the room.
“Get the fuck out, Ajax.”
Muffled by the door, there’s loud, raucous laughter.
“I guess we’re even now, huh?? I didn’t even realize you had it in you shorty—so bold of you!”
Asfkgto Childe dropping by your house to "help you study" which was total bullshit as he bounds your hands together and helps you "memorize" formulas and math shit...
While his fingers continously slip in and out of you.
If you get the correct answer, he rewards you by hitting that one spot that makes you see stars. If you get it wrong, he'll purposefully avoid hitting it but barely slide over that spot, enough to nearly bring you to climax but just not enough. -🤠
ANON PLEASE, I'M STUDYING, I CAN'T GET HORNY, LESS THINK OF CHILDE
(It's a lie, tell me more about childe, now I have an obsession for childe)
I'm going to be a bad enabler and distract you from studying rather than encourage you so here u go haha
You have no idea why, of all days, Childe decided that today would be the day to hang out with you. You had a an upcoming test and you needed to study, hard. Upon hearing your excuse, he gave you a shit-eating grin and proposed to help you out.
And so here you are, your legs eagle spread and your hands bounded behind you as you fail to concentrate at memorizing the formula from the textbook in front of you.
It wouldn't have been this bad had the ginger's hand not been sliding in and out of your puffy hole. Even worst, each incorrect answer would lead to the tip of his fingernail to just slightly brush over that one spot that you needed to be pushed off the edge.
"Ah, ah, you can't come until you get this right." He tutted, a smirk adorning his face as he looked at your ruined expression. You didn't want to beg, not against this asshole, so you held on.
As you finally got all the correct answers, you panted at the constant edge he was putting you at.
"Not bad, not bad at all." He laughed, increasing the thrust of his fingers and finally hitting that spot with the intensity you desired. You came without a thought, mind fuzzy and head filled with nothing but pleasure.
"Well then, now that you're all well prepared..." He trailed off, licking the fluid you provided from his drenched fingers.
"How about a reward now?" You finally realized what he meant as he instantly let his cock out of his pants and swiftly shoves his dick in your hole.
"How about we get started on your other subjects, hmm? If you get them all correctly, you can have my cum inside you, okay?" -🤠
childe is a bastard I hate him so much, I want him to fuck me so bad. I have to give up my fantasies of him being a bully and I am a nerd, bye I'll go to study while I cry because I want to feel his cock in me while he breaks my glasses to stop studying, lmao
Childe: *Messes up using some chopsticks and accidentally spills some hot food onto himself, making him stand up abruptly because of the heat and bumps into a waiter that causes them to spill even more food*
(Y/N), with a love-struck expression: When I mean bad boys, I mean I want him.
La signora: You have bad taste in men.
Scaramouche, with a deadpan expression: Are you blind or just stupid?
