trans girl Childe who finally realizes she might be trans ten years after Skirk accidentally said "good girl" once while praising Childe's training in the Abyss, and Childe has not been able to stop thinking about it ever since.
synopsis: your relationship with Ajax has always been heated. fleeting touches, smug smiles, and heavy make-out sessions. yet, you’ve never been properly fucked by him until now. it’s a vulnerable act!
includes: female reader, trans childe (he’s had top but not bottom surgery), and receiving/giving head (both).
the air was chilly. weather in Liyue tended to be rather stagnant with the exception of cooler weather in the winder months and hotter weather in the summer months. but, never did it ever get to the extreme end of either temperatures. today you were wearing thicker tights than usual to save your legs from the wind and a light jacket; just enough to keep yourself comfortable. Ajax seemed to disagree with such choices if his whines about, ‘i like seeing your thighs,’ or ‘where are my pretty babys arms at?,’ meant anything. he was well accustomed to seeing more of you and teasing you for giving in to his every wish for exposed skin yet you didn’t today. you needed to stay warm lest you catch a cold!
“y’know, i’d understand if we were in Snezhnaya but we aren’t! you’re just trying to displease me!” his tone was light but you could tell he really missed the feeling of your skin against his. a roll of your eyes was enough for him to cling to you obnoxiously, head rubbing against your neck with a loud groan. “c’monnn, princess. is it so wrong for a man to love all of his girl?” certainly not but if covering up was the biggest crime, he’d have thrown you in jail by now. Ajax tugged your hand lightly, urging you to follow him back to your shared apartment. “haven’t we walked around enough? i’ll die if you keep me waiting any longer!” while you were keen on not giving in, the sound of being back home and warmed by the arms of your delightful boyfriend was tempting enough for you to allow him to drag you all the way back.
his gloved hand was firmly wrapped around your waist for the whole walk home while he chirped about his recent fatui related work and how much he loves you. forever singing your praises, Ajax was determined to have you sweet on him. he never failed to have you falling in love with him over and over again with such loving behaviour. with a loud set of keys, he unlocked the ridiculously large amount of locks on the apartment’s door. it was for the purpose of safety, he’d tell you. if he wasn’t in such a risky line of work perhaps you’d complain but it was for the best. after locking the house back up, he was on you immediately.
calloused hands stripped you of your coat, gloves, and hat while peppering your face and neck in kisses. the feeling was slightly ticklish and had you scrunching up your nose playfully; he pressed a kiss there too in retaliation. in these moments, you found him the most charming. layers of a ruthless killer stripped back to reveal the soft and loving man you called your boyfriend. as he continued with the assault of kisses, you barely even noticed when he started stripping even more clothing from you both while backing you towards your shared bedroom. it was common for these heated make-out sessions to occur but this one felt different. you could almost feel his intention to go further than before.
with gentle hands, he removed your shirt. palming at your breasts with his lips on your neck, your hands moved to strip him of his own shirt. he gladly backed off for the second required to pull it over his head but no longer than that. he seemed to need hickies and bruises decorating your flesh. through the swift decline in clothes and sense, you found yourself roughly pushed onto your back in the middle of the bed. Ajax peeled off your panties, salivating at the slick decorating your folds.
a careful finger slid between your pussy lips gently, merely testing the waters; even this had you whimpering. being that neither of you had partaken in such things together, it was only fair for you both to feel things out and stumble a bit through the process with each other. he used two fingers to gently spread you apart while firmly shoving himself between your legs to keep you from even thinking of squirming away from him. Ajax gulped hard but couldn’t help himself anymore. he laved over your pussy with one long lick and an unfiltered moan; no drink could compare to the nectar on his tongue. though slightly clumsy, he was eager. setting a pace that rotated between harsh sucks at your clit and softly swirling it with his lips, you were bucking into his face mindlessly. for a man that had never eaten pussy before, he was damn good at it. you’d most definitely give him more practice in the future since you get the privilege and honour of being his test subject. through the haze of Ajax putting in his all into eating you out perfectly, you barely noticed when his other hand promptly got shoved down his pants; had he not given a particularly hard suck to your clit, you would’ve never seen it. the groans he began to let out directly into your core only served to tip you closer to the precipice of your orgasm. with your voice pitching higher and higher, he could tell that you were close.
“c’mon, angel. come right on my fucking face. y’hear me? all over my face. want this pussy makin a fuckin mess on me, got it? that’s it, that’s my girl,” and these words alone had you gushing along his mouth and jawline. with legs shaking and desperate whines you made sure to give him all you had. you could feel the smirk on his face pressed into your cunt. it took you pushing at his head gently to have him releasing himself from your core. he hummed in satisfaction while licking off all the juices from his lips and chin. “y’wanna help me out now, doll? ‘s only fair right?,” and god of course you did.
he straightened up, coming to his full height before finally unclasping his belt and taking off his pants. Ajax barely had time to step out of the legs before you were tugging at his boxers to bring him closer to you. the wet spot at the centre of his underwear told you everything you needed to know; give him the best head. he huffed out a nervous laugh as you pulled his boxers down his thighs, the swollen bud of his sex in desperate need of attention. Ajax was never one to shave and you found yourself mentally thanking him for that. the scent of his desperation clung and had you feeling dizzy from how mouthwateringly good it was. one of his hands ran through your hair before guiding you closer.
your mouth latched onto him the second you were closer enough. the low groan that escaped him had you pushing your face deeper, sucking harder, and spreading your tongue further. he tasted salty and musky but perfect; a taste only Ajax could produce. the growth of his bud allowed you extra surface to suck and salivate all over which he was absolutely loving.
“fuck yeah, jus’ like that… so fuckin good for me, huh? ya’ so fuckin good at this. keep suckin, angel,” and had you been rubbing your thighs together any harder you may have came undone once more from his low and needy tone. “c’mon, ya’ want me spillin on your face? want a heavy load? bet ya’ fuckin do. such a whore usin your mouth so perfect on me.” Ajax’s hips rutted against your face, coating you in his perfect slick. he was fucking your face fully when you felt him grip your hair even harder, if that was possible. “god that’s it…” with a harsh hand on your skull and his pelvis grinding into your mouth, he came. deep groans, moans, and curses flowed liberally from his lips. he was enjoying every second the way you wanted him to.
oceanic blue eyes peered down at you. with a flushed face, freckles only served to dance across his skin like fireflies. his lips formed a lopsided smile as he combed his fingers through your hair. he didn’t even need to speak to have you understand what he was thinking but, he did so anyways.
“how ‘bout we keep goin, doll? would be a shame to stop here when we have so much more to do.”
i’m having brainrot over trans childe tartaglia ajax and HEAR ME OUT
a family’s daughter goes missing. the mom and dad (and older siblings, if there are any,) are in a frenzy looking for her, putting up missing posters and asking every person they see on the streets of morepesok. the girl can’t defend herself, she is young, timid, shy.
in the abyss, a desperate redhead is, for lack of a better term, getting her shit rocked. she’s saved by a tall, elegant warrior and after much convincing, the warrior takes the girl under her wing. it isn’t long before the redhead realizes this isn’t the type of warrior she wants to grow into.
it was three months in the abyss for the girl but she had only been gone three days in teyvat. she was missing for a week, however, since no one recognized her when he returned.
because the child who returned was a boy with a choppy, uneven haircut, a few missing teeth, a boastful personality, and a newfound bloodlust.
