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[dreaming-roses]

°˖✧ master ✧˖°

Sub!Childe x Dom m!Reader (NSFW) - Request

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

SUMMARY: You slip an aphrodisiac into Childe's food before sparring with him, then decide to add insult to injury by having some fun.

WARNING(S): Degrading, drugging, manhandling, name-calling, blowjob, dacryphilia, orgasm denial, spreader bar, bondage, blindfold, fingering, anal, overstim, creampie

CHARACTER(S): Childe

AUTHOR'S NOTE: GEO ANON I LOVE YOUR BRAIN also this one's a bit rough and physical, maybe some bruises and soreness the next day but no blood or anything

"Is this all that the mighty Fatui Harbinger has to offer?" you sneered, glaring down at the panting, coughing ginger sprawled on the floor in front of you. Childe slowly pulled himself into a kneeling position.

You sauntered over and kicked him in the chest, sending him back to the floor. "Losers and dogs stay on the ground, yes?"

Childe wheezed, still trying to catch his breath. His face was flushed as he stared up at you. "How..." His voice faltered. "How did you beat me? That hasn't happened in... a long time..."

"Because I'm better than you, of course," you sighed. "For a Harbinger, you're really bad at focusing."

"I... couldn't keep my eyes off you," Childe mumbled. He lowered his head, glancing up at you briefly.

"What?" You stared at him in fake shock, noticing that he was leaning forward as he knelt, trying to hide his... his... "Y—You get turned on by this?" You hid a grin; the aphrodisiac you had slipped into his food earlier today was working nicely.

"It's been a long time since anyone has looked at me with something other than fear or distrust," Childe said softly, his blue eyes distant. You had to admit, he was quite handsome when he wasn't smirking. "That's how everyone looks at me in the end, even if they once liked me. You're the first to not look at me like that." He turned his head. "It's refreshing. Thank you."

"You... You..." For a moment, you almost felt bad for him. When he looked at you like that, it was hard to remember that he was a killer, a pawn.

You hauled Childe up by the collar. He made no move to hide how turned on he was. In fact, he smiled at you, a sweet, genuine smile that made your heartbeat quicken.

"You're disgusting," you snarled in his face, trying not to notice how very attractive he was. "You know how disgusting little boys get treated?" Childe's eyes widened with—excitement?

"You want to be treated like that?" You shook him roughly, trying to hide how you were starting to wonder how he looked beneath those clothes. You let go of him, and he hit the floor with a thud, his face only inches from your waist.

With horror, you realized you were also hard. That hadn't been part of your plan; you'd meant to edge Childe until he could think of nothing else and leave him tied up in this room, desperate and needy.

Childe smiled as he saw how your cock strained against the fabric, his eyes glinting with laughter.

Perhaps you could add a bit more to your plan. After all, the aphrodisiac wouldn't wear off anytime soon.

"H-Hey!" You pointed a finger at him, scowling. Childe's smile widened, and he crawled closer, reaching for your pants. You backed away, suddenly wanting him to... to... touch you...

"Well, if you want it that badly, you can have it," you spat at him. You grabbed the back of his jacket, undoing your pants at the same time. His jacket rode up as you yanked on it, revealing his smooth, well-toned abs. "Suck it." You hauled him in front of you, slapping his face with your cock.

"I—" You blinked in surprise as Childe opened his mouth, eagerly taking you in. Pleasure tingled through your body as his warm tongue brushed your slit. He was good at this, really good.

You squinted, realizing he was slipping down his pants. His cock sprang out, dripping with precum. Childe began to stroke himself, moving his long, elegant fingers over his shaft as he sucked you off. He gazed up at you, his eyes mischievous, and your breath hitched at how cute he looked.

"S-So this is what you do, huh? This is your area of expertise?" you ground out, willing your trembling legs to stay still as Childe's tongue found a spot that made you stumble. You suppressed the urge to throw your head back and moan. "M-Maybe I should show everyone what you're really like."

You grabbed the hair on the back of his head, slamming all the way into his mouth. Childe gagged, pulling his hands away from his cock to push on your thighs. You held his head in place, and he whined, the sound sending pleasant vibrations through your body.

"Fatui? More like fucktoy," you sneered, teasing his cock with your foot. He whimpered. "Some warrior you are." You pressed his head down hard, holding his cock in place with your heel. Childe let out a muffled wail.

"Mmmf—mmmmf..." he begged, tears forming in his eyes. He tried to push you away with his hands. You yanked his jacket off, tossing it on the floor.

"Aww, look at how pretty you are when you cry. Pretty little slut," you mocked, watching him hump against your foot. Precum spurted out of his cock, pooling between his knees. You ignored his muffled cries, noting how cute he was when he was desperate.

"This mouth is good," you grunted. "Your presence is—nnngh—almost tolerable when you shut up." You pulled out a little, and Childe gasped for air, coughing. He began to stroke himself again as you started to fuck his face, his warm, wet mouth enveloping you perfectly, his tongue pressing against your cock.

Childe's breathing quickened, his hand gliding faster over himself. You took the opportunity to push all the way in, and as you expected, Childe brought his hands up, trying to push you away. You teased his cock again, watching him squirm.

Suddenly, Childe's body stiffened, and he moaned, leaning forward eagerly. You pulled your foot away, denying him his release. He let out a muffled scream. You grabbed his wrists, yanking his hands over his head and tying them together with the rope you had stashed in your pocket for this occasion.

"Mmmf! Mmmf!" Childe begged, his cock nearly drowning in precum. He strained against the rope on his wrists. "Mmmf!"

Ignoring his squirming and pleading, you began thrusting into his mouth again, teasing his cock every now and then to keep him on the edge.

Childe whined as you came in his mouth, pulling out after a moment so you could cum all over his face. He squeezed his eyes shut, his tongue darting out to lap up the strands of translucent white trailing across his face. You panted, trying to stand still as pleasure surged through your body, pulling out of Childe's mouth.

"Do you want to cum?" you asked, catching your breath. You rubbed Childe's cock with your foot, feeling him shudder beneath you.

"Yes, yes! Yes! Please!" Childe begged, trembling. He squirmed closer, looking at you pleadingly.

"Really?" you mused, pulling out a blindfold and tying it around Childe's head.

"Yes, I-I want to cum," Childe whispered. "Please, please, let me cum..." He whimpered, turning his head this way and that.

"Too bad." You smirked, pulling out a wooden pole about two feet long. Cuffs were attached at each end, which you placed on Childe's legs, right above his knees.

Childe screamed with frustration as he realized what you had put on him. He thrashed on the floor, his red, puffy cock leaking an unholy amount of precum as he tried to find some release.

You stepped back, admiring your handiwork. Childe's hands were tied behind his back, his legs were kept firmly apart, and he was blindfolded. His cock was swollen and throbbing, and his face was still covered in your cum.

You watched as he squirmed and sobbed. "Please! Please!" he cried, tears running down his face. You stepped closer, gently brushing the side of your foot down his shaft. Childe howled, his body convulsing as he tried to grind against you.

You stepped back. Childe jerked his head from side to side, his body shaking. "Please..." he whimpered, his thrashing subsiding. "I'll do anything! Anything! Just... please... please..." He sobbed, arching his back, trying to press his legs together.

"How about you call me Master?" you asked, wondering if he would actually do it. "If you do that, I might let you cum."

"Master, please, let me cum, Master," Childe begged, squirming in the direction of your voice without any hesitation. "Please, Master, I'll be good..." You snorted, watching him crawl on the floor, still leaking precum.

"Pathetic," you sneered. "But since you're so eager, let's make a deal, yes?" Childe bobbed his head desperately. "I'll untie your hands, but you can't touch yourself just yet." Childe whined. "If you finger open your hole for me and let me fuck you, I'll let you cum."

"O-Okay, Master," Childe whispered. "I'll do it."

You raised your eyebrows in amusement as you walked over, yanking down his pants so they were bunched up just above the leg cuffs. You slapped his ass, making him moan. "This will be fun to see. Maybe I should do this more often." You untied his hands, then stepped back to enjoy the show. "And remember, no cumming until I say so."

Childe squirmed, twisting around so he was sitting up with his legs spread apart. He leaned back a little, rubbing his fingers over his tip to collect the precum. His hands lingered longingly on his cock. "Did you forget what I said?" you growled.

"No, Master," Childe said quickly. He slowly teased his hole with his soaked fingers, whimpering as he slid one in. His breath quickened as he pushed another in, carefully spreading himself. He leaned back, shuddering as he curled his fingers.

"C-Can I cum now, Master?" he asked hopefully after a while. Precum dribbled from his tip, running down his shaft.

"In a moment," you said calmly. "Pull out your fingers and get on your hands and knees." Childe did as you asked, and you smiled at the sight of his hole. "Good boy." Childe beamed.

You slowly trailed your finger up his cock, making Childe shudder, collecting his wetness and smearing it onto his hole. You lined yourself up with him, teasing him with your tip, then slammed all the way in. You sighed at how his warmth wrapped around you, his walls soft.

Childe screamed as you touched his prostate, his back arching and his body spasming. You thrust into him, relishing the way he clenched around you.

"Tight!" you snarled. "I guess this is all you're good for, huh?" Childe babbled something incoherent as you dug your fingers into his hips, pounding him senseless. You felt him suddenly clench harder.

"Cumming, cumming, Master, I'm—" Childe sobbed as he finally came, cum shooting out in hot ropes of white and splattering on the floor. You angrily grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head up, gripping his chin in your fingers.

"Did I say you could cum?" You snarled, pushing your fingers into his mouth. He lapped them eagerly, and you pinched his tongue. "Did I?"

"No, Master," Childe mumbled around your fingers, drool running down his chin. He wailed as you slapped his ass, his hole tightening around you.

"You wanted to cum that badly, huh?" You reached around and wrapped your free hand around Childe's cock, which was slick with his fluids. "Alright, then, I'll make you cum."

"No! NO! No more! Please..." Childe sobbed as you began to pound his hole and stroke his weeping cock at the same time. "T-Too much, too much! Master! Master!" He shrieked, thrashing as you pushed him through the overstimulation.

You came inside him, your orgasm more intense than the last one. You leaned back, groaning as the bliss overwhelmed your mind. "Maybe I should just make you my personal fucktoy," you sneered when you could talk again. "You'd be pretty good at the job."

You continued to stimulate Childe with your hand, his howls filling the room. He came again, sobbing, and you let go of him briefly to tie his hands behind his back.

"Please, please..." Childe moaned. "Master, please..." In response, you picked him up by the hips and began to thrust into him again, abusing his prostate. Childe collapsed on the floor, writhing, unable to move as pleasure and pain surged inside him. His twitching cock painted the ground with white.

You lost track of time, pushing yourself all the way in and staying there when you were tired, never letting go of Childe's cock. He'd stopped struggling a while ago; he moaned softly as he came again for what was probably the tenth time.

"Please..." he whispered, trembling weakly. "T-T-Too... much..."

You pulled out, admiring the way his used-up hole clenched around you. Your cum spurted out of him, running down his legs. His hole was gaping a little from the sheer amount of time you'd spent inside him.

Childe gasped quietly, curling in on himself. You hauled him up by his chin. He sagged in your grip, no strength left in his worn-out body.

"Just so you know, this isn't over yet," you whispered into his ear. "I'm going to do this until your body remembers my shape. We're far from done, pretty boy. Do you hear me?"

Childe nodded weakly. "Yes... Master..."

[dreaming-roses]

°˖✧ KINKTOBER 2021: DAY 1 ✧˖°

Pet Play: Genshin Men x m!Kitsune (NSFW)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

SUMMARY: You're a kitsune boy. You're their kitsune boy.

WARNING(S): Pet play, degrading, teasing

CHARACTER(S): Kaeya, Diluc, Childe, Zhongli

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is kind of a cross between kitsune boy and cat boy but do not question me i have questionable morals

ALSO idk if i can stick to my posting schedule whoops ahaha

°˖✧ Kaeya ✧˖°

"Well, aren't you an adorable little one. What fluffy ears you have. You like it when I pet you, don't you? There, there, what a good boy."

"That's right, my dear. Beg for me just like that. I want to hear you screaming my name. I want to see myself all over your skin."

Kaeya would definitely worship your body and care for you. He loves petting your ears and stroking you and having you around him. He makes jokes about how fluffy you are and how it's like having a pet, only better, much better, and we both know why, hmm?

He'll put a collar and leash on you, and if you beg nicely, he'll let you sit in his lap. He'll tell you what a good boy you are, and what good boys get from their masters. He'll dance his fingertips over your skin, finding all the places that make your body heat up.

He'll murmur soft words into your ear about how good you look and how he's having trouble controlling himself when you're around. And because you're a brat, you'll tease him some more.

He'll smile that glittering, dangerous smile of his, his eye glinting to warn you that you're in trouble. But because you're you, you'll smile back as you grind on him, noticing his breath hitch as he tries to remain calm and collected.

But how can he do that when you look so fucking good?

Kaeya's going to undress you, his eyes never missing an inch of your skin, and gently lower you down onto him. He'll let you get used to the feeling, and he'll savor the little whimpers and noises you make.

And then he'll pull a 180 and leave you breathless as he dominates you aka rails you so hard you're left panting and trembling out of your mind and you can't walk until the next day AHEM

And we both know he knows exactly what he's doing. Oh, he knows. You're addicted to it.

And he won't stop until you're panting and dazed and completely out of your mind, hungry for him, wanting him, wanting nothing else.

Yeah, you're his. For a long, long time.

°˖✧ Diluc ✧˖°

".....Hm. I suppose. If that's how you want it."

"You're not getting away with this. You're mine. Don't you dare leave me. Don't you dare call someone else's name."

Diluc would take some convincing for pet play at first. He would object to the idea because he thinks it's degrading, but he also feels guilty about wanting to do it. He already likes to hold you and nuzzle your ears, so why not?

He would be worried at first about how you feel (he's so emotional inside but he hardly ever lets anyone in, poor guy), but once you reassure him that you're okay, he'll start to give in to his desires.

He'll admire you at first, but then start to get physical and sensual. His eyes will darken with hunger, with lust. You said it was okay, right? You said you wanted to. Well, now he does, too.

He'll get you on your knees. He'll make you beg for it. He won't give in until he thinks you've done enough.

He won't go easy on you, though. Diluc either likes it rough as fuck or sensual and sweet. There's no in-between.

Tonight, though, you said you didn't mind, right? So he'll pound you right out of your fucking mind. He'll hit all the right spots, making you cry out again and again as you beg for more, your tail swishing frantically behind you, your ears curling in, your body arching, crying out for more, begging for it.

Yes, you're his, you belong to him, you don't want anybody else, you're his, you won't leave, just please, let me, you're so close, please!

Don't worry. He'll make sure you do until you're too tired to do anything but fall asleep in his lap.

°˖✧ Childe ✧˖°

"Oh~? Is this the kind of game you want to play, my dear? Well, it would be my pleasure to entertain you tonight, my love."

"Ahaha, do you really think you can stop me that easily? We're not stopping until I say so, my love. But don't worry, I'll make sure you enjoy every second of it."

Childe would happily play along as the dutiful, loving master. He'll coo sweet words in your ears and tell you how very good you are, yes, what a good boy, the best boy I've ever seen. He'll toy with you too, tugging on your collar playfully and fondling your ears.

But if you disobey him... well, nothing can help you here.

You'll see the light go out in his eyes when you disappoint him, replaced with the cold, blank, calculating stare, as if you're nothing more than his property.

Childe will watch emotionlessly as you whimper in fear, your body trembling in anticipation of what's coming next. You never know what it will be; he's unpredictable, a dark storm brimming with lust and immoral anger.

Perhaps he'll tie you up and leave you with a vibrator, disappearing into the other room for hours on end as you cry and mewl and beg for release. Maybe he'll force you again and again, or maybe he'll tease you until your whole body throbs with desire.

Maybe he'll hurt you instead, beating you, degrading you, sneering down at you, his eyes alight with a sadistic glee as he looks down at your pathetic, shivering body.

Whatever he does, he'll have you begging by the end of it, begging for him, promising that you won't disobey him again, promising that you'll belong to him and only him, pleading on your knees.

He knows all the right spots too, knows just how you love it, knows just how to push you until you break, knows just how to love you, knows just how to do all of it until you're lost, lost, lost in him and you don't know if you love him or hate him, all you know is that you want him.

Then he'll flip the switch and love you again. After all, this is the game you agreed to play, isn't it?

"I love you too, darling."

°˖✧ Zhongli ✧˖°

"You look rather interesting today, my dear. I wonder who you are all dressed up for, hmm? Me? Well, what a pleasant surprise."

"If you cannot remember who you belong to, I will be rather disappointed. Do you need some form of reminder? I shall provide one gladly, if you desire so."

Zhongli is more composed than the others. Perhaps Childe has an equal amount of self-restraint, but he has no morals. Zhongli, on the other hand, has a few. Well. Probably. Maybe. Sometimes.

Seeing how beautiful you are right now, maybe it's one of those times where the morals go away, followed by your clothes. His gaze, so animalistic with hunger, will trail over your body, your perfect body, all his.

If you tease him, he'll chuckle and play along with it until he gets bored or needy. Of course, you can't forget that he's the one who's in charge, can you? Good boy.

If you start to defy his authority, his golden eyes will darken, his voice deepening, and you'll know that you're dancing on the line pulled tight as a bowstring, ready to snap.

And when he does finally snap...

Well, you're in for it.

Did you forget that he's not fully human? Well, here's a reminder for you. You're not getting away now. There's no escape.

His stamina is seriously a feat. He can go for hours, literal hours, at a time, until you're so tired that you can barely manage his name, until your lower half is numb and throbbing, until he finally thinks that you've been punished enough.

"Hmmm. You lasted longer than I believed you would. Commendable. Now, perhaps I shall do it one final time, just to make sure that you know who is in charge here."

"N-N-No... p-please... ah... n-no more... ah..."

"Perhaps you should have thought of that before you tempted me."

"No—no—AHHH—"