#sub ajax

[livelaughlovesubs]

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🙏🏽

[4jax4jax]

Eyes on You

Ajax Petropolus x Reader

Summary: You and Ajax have been apart for a few days now, and he misses you dearly. He sends a video to make up for his lack of presence. 

Warnings: 18+, M x F, male masturbation, he sends you a video, mentions of sex. 

Word Count: 0.6K

It had only been three days since you last saw Ajax, but you missed him more than anything, and you knew the feeling was mutual. The texts exchanged back and forth were better than nothing, but it wasn’t enough for the both of you. 

On the third night of being alone in your apartment, you set your phone down on the couch as you reached for the remote to turn the TV on. You had nothing better to do, and it wasn’t like you could bother your boyfriend like you usually did when he was home. 

Once you had set up the TV, you picked up your phone. To your surprise, a message from Ajax appeared on your phone. It was late, he should’ve been asleep, but why wasn’t he? 

With a confused expression adorned on your face, you unlocked the phone and swiped to his messages. What you were met with made your eyes go wide and your mouth go dry. 

It was a video. A video of himself. The thumbnail did nothing to hide the image of your boyfriend leaned back against a couch with his phone propped up next to him. You were able to see the side view of him, his sharp defined jawline, his gorgeous nose, and if not the most vital detail, you could see his tight grip onto his proudly standing dick. 

As you pressed on the video you brought a blanket up to your face, as if trying to cover the blush and heat that crept on your cheeks. 

He was thrusting up into his fist, eyes rolling back into his head, almost struggling to fit himself in the small hole he formed with his own hand. He’d pretend it was you, trying to mimic the warm, wet, vice grip you always eveloped him in when you were together. 

You watched in awe, the way his hips lifted off of the cushion, the way he’d fuck into his fist so passionately, wishing so badly it were you, and the way he threw his head back in ecstasy whenever his rough fingers squeezed the head of his soaked member. 

“Miss you so much… you have no idea..”    

That was the first time he had spoken during the video and he sounded absolutely breathless. Desperate would’ve been the only word to truly describe the tone in his voice. 

He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a breathy moan as the wet passing of his fist over his dick replicated a sound that the two of you would make whenever you’d have sex.

His chest heaved and his noises got louder. The pace at which he was fucking the makeshift hole only increased as the video went on. He was close, you could tell. 

“I love you so much, please let me cum for you..” 

He whimpered out, mere seconds before his hips snapped into the air and threw his head back against the couch as his orgasm ripped through him. His neck might as well have broken by how aggressively he had done it. Ropes of hot white liquid shot out of his dick, landing on his sweaty chest and stomach, and all over his hand until it was practically gushing over the sides. 

His breathing was heavy as he finally came down from his high enough to move after what had to have been a full minute, and he removed his hand from his softening member. He let out a small laugh as he held up his hands in front of him first, then showed them to the camera. Ropes of white spider-web like string dripped from finger to finger.

“I miss you more than anything, I’ll see you soon, beautiful.”  

And with that, he reached forward to end the video, leaving your jaw slack and your underwear soaked. 

[capsiicle]

Contains: NONCON, AFAB Ajax, there's like one mention of clit and cunt but thats it, top male reader, bottom ajax, mentions of death, implied (forced) cannibalism, implied amputation, overstimulation, dacryphilia, obsessive themes, asphyxiation, dissociation (?im not syre, tagging just incase)

Note: this is a product of me being very horny. I did not proof read this and it's also kinda rushed so if it makes no sense/repeats itself, thats why lmao. anyways, yandere reader >>

A sob escaped Ajax's lips, his thighs shaking as the man hushed him, rubbing his thigh slowly while holding him as close as possible, as tight as possible. The stench of blood lingering in the air made his stomach turn, the taste of it on his tongue and the added feeling of blood being smeared across his thigh, while the man's other hand rubbed his hip, made his body shake more.

"Shh, darlin', you didn't need him anyways." [Name] whispered, slowly moving him up and down with the hand on his hip. His head rested on his shoulder as he watched him, Ajax flinching as his hand moved from his thigh and up his chest, groping his chest. When Ajax made an attempt to elbow him, struggling in an attempt to get away. He heard an annoyed sigh, and before he could apologize, a hand was back on his throat, squeezing it.

"W- wait, 'm sorry, please-" Ajax pleaded, eyes tearing up. His vision started going black, whining and moving his hand to squeeze [Name]'s wrist, whispering barely coherent apologies before the other removed his hand from his already bruised throat, sniffling at the idea of another bruise forming on top of the blue ones he already had.

"Will you be a good boy for me, baby? Or, do I have to take more... Drastic meassures?" The man whispered in his eyes, Ajax's eyes widening as he immediately started shaking his head, sobbing loudly as he apologized like a broken record. [Name] hushed him, slowly thrusting into him, Ajax's toes curling and a sniffle leaving him.

"'m so sorry, please don't hurt him, pleasepleaseplease, I won't misbehave again, just, please leave Luc alone, I promise I'll behave-" Ajax cried out at the nails digging into his thighs, shaking his head.

"N- no, [Name], I'm sorry, please, I won't mention him again, I promise! Please-" The ginger continued sobbing, shaking his head as he was pushed onto his chest, babbling incoherent apologies as [Name] started thrusting quickly into him, a growl sounding in Ajax's ear.

"God fucking damn it, Ajax. You just don't fucking learn, do you? Next thing I know, you'll go out seeing him, as well." [Name] growled as he moved a hand down to his clit, rubbing it as Ajax came with a cry, back arched, eyes rolling back.

"No! No, I promise, I won't! I didn't even mean to see Zhongli, I swear!" Tartaglia whined, thrashing around and trying to struggle out of the ropes around his wrist. [Name] laughed mockingly, grabbing his thigh. He raised it up to his shoulder as he continued fucking his puffy, sensitive cunt, tutting.

"Yeah, sure. I bet you didn't mean for him to end up with his hands up your shirt either, Darlin'. But it's okay now, he's gone." The [HC] male whispered as he stroked his cheek with bloody hands. Ajax gave up trying to escape, letting the man over him use him as he wanted while he withered in pain and pleasure.

"Maybe I should take away your legs? It seems to be the only way to stop you from running, my love." [Name] threatened, moaning at the way Ajax's body tensed underneath him and grabbing both his hips.

Ajax tried to imagine himself back home in the cold weather of Snezhnaya, wrapped up in a blanket and the warm arms of the person he loved. Maybe back in Mondstadt, spending time with his friends. Just, anywhere but there.

"Fuck, 'm gonna cum, sweetheart." The words snapped Ajax out of his thoughts, pleading and sobbing for [Name] to pull it out, telling him he could cum anywhere, just not inside. The unstable man chose to ignore him, his thrusts stuttering as Ajax let out a loud sob, feeling the warmth spreading through his body. The emptiness he felt made his body relax from the relief he felt. He heard rustling of metal before his eyes snapped open and a scream left him, kicking his legs- well, leg.

"Shh, Darlin', it's okay. The pain will be over soon and then,"

"You'll be all mine."

[l1tw1ck]

unnamed ajax fic 💭🔞

bottom ftm stalker ajax x top masc reader

cw: voice kink, obsessive behavior

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Every Saturday at 7:00pm exactly, Ajax burns his retinas staring into his monitor as he watches you start up your stream.

You're a gaming and fitness streamer. Your strong build, attractive voice, and great personality has drawn in millions of fans. Ajax being your biggest.

He likes to masturbate to your streams, leaning his head on his desk and drooling all over it while he fingers himself desperately to the sound of your voice.

It's especially intense on the days when you stream at your personal gym, working out, talking, and giving tips. He gets jealous that so many people can see you like this but he brushes away the thought for the ability to have such good masturbation material. He somehow estimated your dick size (slightly off but scary that he got so close) and got a dildo to replicate your length, he rides it during a lot of your streams

You even started doing sexual voice audios after you found out the huge profit you'd get from it and of course Ajax is your number one supporter. Since he pays so much he gets a custom one once a month. The things he has you say...

He's been working on finding your address for about a month or so and eventually got something. You hid yourself well, but not well enough for Ajax. He couldn't get your address, your streaming rooms are isolated and impossible to decipher a location from and you're extremely careful about it all so it took him quite a bit to get a lead.

He figured out the region you live in by a picture you took at a restaurant, it's not well known and it wouldn't be easy to get anything from the picture had he not been there before. It was a restaurant he frequently visited because of how good it tastes, how close it is to his house, and it was usually pretty empty. He fingered himself until his fingers went numb that day, realizing that he's been in the same place as you and you've touched the same door handle he did...Had it not been tainted by other people's hands he probably would've tried to buy the door off of the owners.

Although, since he's pretty close with the owners he gets some information about you from them. You come by every other Saturday at around 4, which explains why he never sees you, you come before the stream to eat before a gaming stream while Ajax stays home and waits impatiently for you to go live.

Now he has to wait 13 days to find you and follow you home...

[oceisastar]

A personal HC of mine is that Childe’s body, especially erogenous zones, are really sensitive because of how much he works his body + delusion + Foul Legacy, it all just leaves him very tender. Which means that you can full well simply brush your fingers against his chest and he may just let a whimper out and try to arch into your touch. It happens a lot especially in his office at the bank where he demands a little more pampering before he has to get to work on the stack of paperwork on his desk. But it’s all too easy to push that attitude of his to the side when you open up his uniform and begin toying around with his pretty nipples, and if he’s lucky, he gets your tongue swirling and sucking on the little buds too. And he’ll forget all about the image of Tartaglia he’s supposed to put up, grinding helplessly on your thigh as he begs for more and more. Just try to keep his voice down before any agents barge in, he can be quite the screamer when he finishes just from his sensitive nipples.

MDNI

this is so cute 🥺 the possibilities for making him feel good with the simplest brush of your hands

and oh my GOD THAT IS SO SEXY 😭

[rul-of-demise]

Help I'm having brainrot of what happen if you the one being tsaritsa the Cryo archon and since you have 11 fatui harbinger(for now, It Childe, La signora and Scaramouche) (Btw you could read this as gender neutral or male way of the Reader)

JUST IMAGINE— Them serving anything for you because they swear on their loyalty to you and you could do anything to them.

La signora, omg her touching herself from your order you give to her. Deep within in your chamber, you would reward her lapping at her clit— UGHHHH SHE SO HOT WTFFF

Childe or Ajax or Tartaglia for now let call him childe, ohohoho— command him to fuck himself with the dildo while he is on the table while it fatui harbinger meeting, he do anything and doesn't matter! At least he shows he is willing to do anything for you— And I know he has public humiliate

Scaramouche... Ah my favorite fatui harbinger within in the 11, Choke him while you ride him. Tell him that his dick is useless and small and he is lucky that an archon yourself takes him, he be whining that you are right and everything that you are his savior!

[4jax4jax]

Too much / Not enough

Sub Ajax Petropolus x Dom Reader

Summary: Small blurb on overstimulating Ajax.

Warnings: M x F, overstimulation, crying, use of toys, begging.

Word Count: 0.5K

“Please.. Stop-”

Ajax had tried to beg you to let up, but it was no use. His pleads went in one ear and immediately out the other. You merely hummed to yourself as you absentmindedly moved the vibrator from the base of his dripping cock to the sensitive head, smearing the thick liquid that leaked out from him. The action made him thrash against the ropes tied to his headboard.

It had been almost an hour at this point, denying him of his orgasm only to bring him to climax over and over again until a layer of hot tears and sticky sweat sat atop his body like a second skin. This vicious cycle was nothing foreign, however it always ripped through him like it was the first time.

“I-It’s too much, turn it off- please.”

He had begun to shake, and felt as if his skin had been rubbed raw. Your ministrations did nothing to help his condition. Although you loved to hear him beg, you wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon. He wasn’t at his breaking point yet, and even then you wouldn’t stop until he was sobbing and begging for mercy.

Truthfully, he didn’t want you to stop. Overstimulation was one of his favorite things, you just knew exactly how to treat him, how to handle him, and how make him feel like the slut he truly was. You brought it out of him.

“You can give me a few more, can’t you Ajax? You wanna be good, don’t you?”

Your voice was dripping with faux sweetness and sympathy, but he saw right through it. He groaned loudly and tried to move his hips away from the buzzing toy, in which you only chased after him. You pressed the toy even harder against the underside of his member, as if it were a punishment. There was no escape for him, he knew that.

“What did I say? You want to be good, right? So stop moving.”

He hesitantly nodded and swallowed hard at your stern tone, he knew if he kept disobeying you this torture would just continue on for much longer than it already had.

“I expect words from you, Ajax.”

“I-I’m sorry, Ma’am.. wanna be so good for you..”

You smirked, and to his relief you pulled the vibrator away from his dick. He let out a loud sigh of satisfaction when the constant stimulation had finally stopped. The lack of pleasure being more enjoyable than that of too much.

“Do you need a break, love? We can stop whenever you want..”

You reached a hand up to hold his chin within your fingers, lifting it slightly to make him look at you. Innocent and glassy eyes met yours, a new wave of tears already beginning to form on his waterline, no doubt moments from spilling over. He took a deep breath and shook his head before speaking in a soft voice.

“N-No. Please, keep going.. I need it so bad, more than anything.”

You cracked a small smile and scoffed. You looked down at him as if he were pathetic, and it turned him on all too much. He heard the sudden intense buzzing of the vibrator, and he viciously threw his head back against the pillows as it was harshly pressed against the sensitive underside of his cock.

“That’s what I thought.”