I Feel At Home, Just Not With You.

Xiao's Mommy God (2)

Xiao x God!Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Mommy Kink, Lactation, Bottom!Reader, Top!Xiao, Smut, Inappropriate use of anemo vision, Manhandling.

Summary: This is an alternative version of Xiao's Mommy God, where instead of the reader being the dom, Xiao will be the one on top. But I suggest you read the original first, because of important story explaination.

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"Xiao! I'm so sorry! I thought you were an intruder." You were by his side immediately, worried that you may have hurt him, yet when you tried to coddle him, he just pushed you away, holding onto his neck as he breaths heavily. "Xiao?"

The Yaksha stays silent for a couple of seconds, still breathing heavily as he avoids your lingering gaze. "Did I hurt you?" You asked quietly as you sat on the floor, placing yourself in front of him.

The boy shook his head, still refusing to look at you. You felt unconvinced, maybe you choked him to hard and he's holding back on vomiting, that's why he won't open his mouth.

You call for him once again, and finally his golden orbs look up at you, filled with an emotion that you don't seem to fully understand. You reach your hand out, cupping his cheek and caressing it with your thumb.

"You can tell me anything, Xiao? I just wanna know if you're okay." You then plastered a small, but genuine smile on your face, looking at your student fondly.

Xiao can't take it anymore, with your constant worries about him, babying him, saying you love him, but keeping him at arm's length. He just needed to knock some sense into you, make you realize that he's older now, and that what he feels for you, isn't just a mere adoration for a God.

The cat-eyed boy grabbed both of your wrists firmly, taking you by surprise. He then yanked your hand away from his face, getting up from his position on the ground. Binding your two wrist with his one hand, he pushes them to your chest, wrapping his now free hand around you waist.

"Xiao?" You called out questioningly, but all you got from the boy was a growl, his face inching closer to yours. Your back hits the side of your bed as he pushed you with your bind hands. You felt the chill air blow stronger, somehow feeling a light stimulation on your chest area. You felt dizzy, confused, speechless from what was happening right now, as your dearest Adeptus face looks at you with dissatisfaction.

"Y/N..." He finally said something, despite his serious expression, you hear the softness of his voice, so you assume that he just had a strange episode and tried to take your wrists apart from his binding hand.

You realized that you were very wrong when he growled at you again, tightening his hold that it starts to hurt. You called out to him once again, feeling a bit worried about his strange behavior.

"I'm not a child anymore." He stated, intently looking at your face, studying your expressions. You yelped as he tighten his hold on your body, before fully standing up, carrying you with one arm around your waist. Scared of falling down, you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist, leaning into him as he let go of your wrists to hold your figure even tighter.

You place your hands on his shoulder, steadying yourself. And then you felt it, Xiao had started to rut against your clothed center, you instantly feel a growing, rock hard bulge poking your pussy.

Your eyes widen in realization, looking at the younger boy currently carrying you right now. His eyes were closed, mouth agape, seems like he was enjoying what he was doing with you.

"I d-didn't think of you as a child, Xiao." You stuttered, ignoring the growing heat within your stomach. He slowly opens his eyes, looking at you fondly. And before you know it, your back is on the bed again, only this time, the Yaksha was right on top of you, looking at you with need.

"I liked it when you choked me." Xiao stated breathlessly, grabbing one of your hands before bringing it closer to his neck. You wrap your hand around his neck softly, but never daring to squeeze. "It doesn't hurt." It was like an encouragement for you to do it again, so you did, you squeezed his neck lightly, making him smile.

In one foul swoop, he just cuts through the center of your night dress. "Xiao!" But he pays you no mind, taking off the fabric. You're now left with just your undergarments.

Xiao placed his hands onto your stomach, channelling his anemo control and in an instant, both your bra and panties glow a mint green light before disappearing into nothingness.

And now, your fully naked, right in front of your little Adeptus. You felt like covering your boobies but he clasps his hands onto them before you could do anything.

"I've always wanted to taste these, mommy." Xiao squeezed your boobs, rubbing your nipples with his thumbs, it all made you gasp, your hands finding their way onto his wrists.

Mommy? You liked that.

He then let go of one of your breast, replacing his hand with his mouth. The Yaksha's lips wrapped around your hardened nipple, sucking so intently that you let out a strained moan. His now free hand started going down, onto your little pussy.

With his fingers grazing your clit, before going to your hole, you just realized how wet you are, feeling hot liquid slowly pour out of your cunt.

"Xiao, please." You let out a little whimpers, jumping even more as he shoved two of his gloved fingers inside you immediately, loving the way you yelped and moaned out his name as he starts to rub the inside of your pussy with his fingers. You don't know why, but it seems as though his gloves makes it even more hotter for you.

It was his turn to be surprised however, when he tasted a sweet liquid pour onto his mouth. Xiao pulled away in shock, looking at the boob he was sucking and seeing that milk had started to leak from your mounds.

He looks up at you and you look away in embarrassment, you just lactated. You didn't even know you could do that!

But he swallowed the milk in his mouth, smiling whilst looking at your embarrassed face. "Mommy's milk taste so good." He teased as he went back in to drink more.

"You... Y-you can have it anytime you want." Right as you said that, he plunged another finger inside you, using his palm to rub you clit. He suddenly went at a very fast pace, making you scream as you rut your own hips against his hand.

"Ahhh, Xiao!" You screamed as you felt both his sucking and fingering get more intense, his palm pressing harder against your clit as he sucks hard on you nipple. And with that, you came right of his fingers. "Th-thank you." You breathe out, the feeling of your hot fluids seeping out as he takes out his fingers.

Xiao shows you his now ruined gloves, "You really liked that, huh?" You nodded eagerly, despite being an immortal Goddess, you lack experience in this type of things, but it's still surprising that Xiao just knows what to do to pleasure your body. He takes off both his gloves, throwing them wherever before cupping your cheeks.

You loved the feeling of his bare skin against your own. "X-Xiao... I love you." You finally say it, tugging at his shirt to invite him closer to your face.

"I love you too." Sealing you lips with a quick sweet kiss, you were about to close your eyes, when you feel his breath on your ear.

"We're not done yet, mommy."

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You felt like your body was no longer in your control as Xiao, who had stripped himself naked, pushed your legs onto your chest, lining his rock hard cock with your now sopping hole. Your whines as he takes full control of your movements fall on deaf ears.

In his eyes, you're an all powerful Goddess, someone who emerged out of the Archon War barely wounded. And with that in mind, it probably wouldn't hurt to just plunge his cock into your inexperienced pussy with ease.

"AHHH!" You screamed as he rammed inside you with no warning, immediately setting his thrusts at a fast pace, not giving you a chance to adjust.

Xiao groaned as he abused your pussy with merciless pounds, hands landing on your thighs to grope and spread you apart, feeling even more accomplished to see his cock disappear into your cunt over and over again. Your moans encourages him to keep going, getting addicted to the feeling of your pussy walls rubbing against his hard rod.

Your legs feel tired without him keeping it close to your chest, slowly trying going back to their place. But he growled when your ankles got in the way of his perfect view on your abused cunt, wrapping his hands under your knees, pushing it back so close to your upper body that you start to actually feel sore.

The Yaksha's ruts started to get more feral, going so fast and deep inside you, pulling out until only the tip is in, just to plunge back inside to hit your womb. It all made you moan in delight.

"X-Xiao! Breed me, please!" Your strained moans fill the room, feeling his grip on your legs get tighter, thrust sloppier, and you know exactly that he's about to cum.

"B-breed?" The cat-eyed boy repeated in confusion, but hearing you say that you want him to breed you, it made him want to do all this to you over and over again, ram his cock into your cunt every chance he can.

You felt the knot in your stomach snap, cumming from his ruts. At the same time, you feel the flow of hot liquid pour inside you, Xiao's thrust coming to a full stop, wanting to pump you full in the deepest part of your pussy that he can.

He released your legs from his harsh grip, letting them fall into place around his waist. The blissful look on your face made the boy proud, it seems you enjoyed his service.

Xiao slowly pulls out, cock somehow still semi-hard despite the exhausting fucking session.

He looks at you first, your face looking up at him with a small smile, "I'm so..." You yawned, "...Tired." You finished, as the boy's lips slightly curl up whilst looking at your droopy, tired eyes.

He looked down onto your swollen pussy, and his smile fades. Hot liquid, his cum inside you started dripping out, he does not like that one bit.

How is he supposed to breed you if his cum keeps dripping out?

And you were about to drift off to sleep when he suddenly just flipped you over, grabbing your hips and hoisting it up. The Yaksha positioned himself behind you, his cock once again rock hard, and the base is currently rubbing again your clit.

"Xiaooo, I'm tiredddd." You whined, voice also getting droopy from the tiredness. He pressed his cock harder against you, making you moan.

"I just need to breed you, till you're full of my cum, mommy~" He shoves his cock into your pussy once again. "Then you can rest."

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Requested by: @peachykindalovesyou

loving you keeps me alive - reader x ghost!dainsleif, 4.4k

your little house in monstadt is cheap, and though there are rumours about why … you ignore them, much as you ignore the whispers that something is not quite right. instead, you think about the night-time; and the handsome blond man who comes to you in dreams.

cw: not sfw, minors dni. dubious consent. yandere behaviour, somnophilia, stalking, self-hate (dainsleif towards himself), haunting, non-consensual touching. cunnilingus, piv sex. manipulation, deaths mentioned in passing. jealousy. reader is afab, but no pronouns or gendered terms are used.

[a/n: my kinktober masterlist can be found here. dain my soggy soggy beloved]

Dainsleif doesn’t think he really remembered what living felt like, until you moved in. 

Not that you can call this strange in-between existence ‘living’ - his time as a true mortal has long since passed. But as Celestia has cursed him to not move on … he has spent his years and centuries since then haunting these same four walls, unable to pass the doorway without finding himself bent over in pain. He has grown to know every plank of wood that makes up the little home in Monstadt - every creaking floorboard, the step on the stairs the landlord has replaced no less than three times because tenants kept simply putting their foot through.

Oh, others have tried to make this their home.

But Dainsleif values his privacy, and uses what little power he still has left to ensure that they do not stay for long.

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How do you think Yan!Wanderer would react to his darling trying to hurt him?

He grabs your wrist mid-air and hold onto it so tightly that you swear he is about to crush bone. "What the hell do you think you were doing?"

You struggled against his hold. "Let me go-"

"Shh shh. No talking, only listening." He cut you off, twisting your arm behind you back so that he could easily talk into your ear. "Because I love you, I'm going to give you one warning; causing me any kind of harm is off limits."

The pain was getting excruciating. He might look weak, but beneath that initial layer is someone who knew how to deal damage.

"Now I hope that you have enough of a mind not to try this again. But by all means, go ahead and test you luck. I don't really care, because you're never going to win. Just don't get mad at me for doing the same to you as punishment."

— meant to be yours. 

pairing: yandere!kazuha / fem!reader

genre: smut

wordcount: 2.5k (this was supposed to be short smh)

warnings: yandere, noncon, manipulation, misogyny (not a lot but it’s there), somnopholia, physical abuse, choking (not in a kinky way), non consensual drugging, mind break, dacryphilia, dumbification, creampie, oral (receiving), vaginal fingering

summary: when you met kazuha you’re immediately enamored by him. He listens, he cares, brings you gifts, he was perfect. At least that was what you thought. 

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scaramouche + "won't you kiss me already? please, my lord?"

note: yandere, cheekiness, the audacity of it all

"No, no,” he says, voice thin and impatient. “Not like that.” He huffs, and you suddenly remember an old schoolteacher you had, who used to rap student’s palms with a stick when they were displeased. At least lord Scaramouche has no such stick. “You’re saying them like some schoolchild forced to read lines.” 

You, kneeling on a cushion, twist the fabric of your robes in your hand. Not out of anxiety, because you are far past feeling it today, but out of boredom. He’s been at this for far too long. 

“I don’t know how you would like me to say it, my lord.” 

His eyes roll until you’re sure they’ll stick in the back of his head. You’re about to tell him so, when he continues. 

“Are you daft? Say it like you’re in love.” He pauses. “No, more than that. You need to sound enamored. Obsessed.” 

You sigh, dryly, and let the long folds of your sleeves drop in boredom. 

“And why must I do this again?” 

It’s only to Scaramouche that you would ever dare speak so boldly, so casually, lacking the reverence expected of a handmaiden in your station. 

He snorts through his nose. 

“Isn’t it obvious? To show those other imbeciles that I have you. That I’m the one you chose.” He smirks a little, taunting. “Or do you pretend not to notice how they looked at you, before?”

You don’t point out that he chose for you, having petitioned the Tsaritsa to have you transferred to his service. A handmaiden, a servant, a lover--whatever you were to him, exactly. You weren’t sure if it was difficult to tell, or if Scaramouche himself didn’t exactly know. 

Instead, you rise--without being prompted, cheeky thing--and take his unsuspecting hands in yours. His fingers twitch, just enough for you to notice. 

“If you want someone to sound in love, enamored, and obsessed, my lord,” you say, letting a flicker of a smile grace your expression. “Perhaps you should do the talking.” 

Anniversary

(Yandere!Scaramouche x Reader)

“May I request for a scenario where darling tries to surprise yandere scaramouche for a celebration? I want to know how you think his reaction may be like .3.” -Anon

I’ve had this request written out in my google docs for months and couldn’t find the original ask on Tumblr when I came to finally post it. For those who don’t know, Scaramouche is a character from Genshin Impact, but you could also read him as a whumper in the context of this drabble. I definitely wrote him like one. 

CW: Forced marriage, captivity, possessive whumper, unhealthy relationship dynamics, stockholm syndrome, hot and cold whumper

Surprising Scaramouche for a celebration? Good luck. He’s one of the most aware and controlling yanderes there is, so getting anything past him will require a lot of planning. Whenever you ask for anything from the Fatui-trained maids who take care of your daily routine, they immediately report it to The Balladeer. But, it’s still possible…

Today marks the second anniversary of your marriage to Scaramouche. He was never one to keep track of these things. When you’re not alone in your room or doing your permitted hobbies, you are by his side like a loyal pet. Why celebrate a special occasion when every day can be treated as such? But you have kept track of each day since you were forcefully led to the altar. And as each month passes, your memories of that day become more rose-tinted.

You almost forget the tears in your eyes as your hair was styled and dress fitted. Prim and perfect just how Scaramouche likes. Your makeup made you look like a Marionette puppet, but you saw how your future husband’s eyes lit up the moment you began to walk down the aisle, a Pyroslinger’s gun pointed at your back to dissuade you from acting up. You were desirable, beautiful, made in the image of your captor. Back then, you still had an instinct for self-preservation. That’s why you only said “I do” after a warning shock to remind you of your place.

That instinct for self-preservation was slowly replaced by an instinct for survival. You didn’t want any more warning shocks, no more guns pointed to your back. So you did anything you could to avoid them, even if that meant giving into your delusional husband’s whims. You learned how to read the Harbinger’s emotions, worded your sentences carefully to hide your true feelings, and even began to desire his affection.

You could only take the risk and hope for the best.

He and Pierro have been busy plotting something big lately; you don’t care much for the Fatui or their schemes, and Scaramouche tends to get angry when talking about work, so it’s a subject you tend to avoid. You use the extra alone time to ask a few favors. Discrete ones, and always separately to avoid The Balladeer’s suspicion, like flowers, groceries and minor decorations. You stash these items away upon delivery.

You’ve been especially “well behaved” lately, so you hope your good favor will outweigh breaking his endless and ever-changing rules. Plus, it’s a present for him! He can’t be too angry…right?

You manage to cook a festive meal and prepare your private living area for the occasion. Now, all you could do was wait…

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Scaramouche knows something is up the moment that he enters his estate. The Fatui on guard look like they’re hiding something, averting their gaze more than they should and fidgeting with the hems of their uniforms. Even though they assure the Harbinger that nothing is amiss, Scaramouche can’t shake the feeling of unease.

He doesn’t quite know how to react when instead of an escaped darling, he finds a whole feast. The room has been lit with scented candles. The table is set just how he likes, Inazuman foods had been shipped to his home and prepared to perfection, and the necessary equipment for a tea ceremony is set in the center, ready to accompany the meal. You twiddle your thumbs in anticipation for his reaction. After a moment, he laughs, mocking and dangerous. “What’s this? I don’t remember you ever being this obedient for me, doll.” The oh-so-familiar darkness flashes across his eyes like a bolt of lightning. You’re already on thin ice. “What did I tell you about being direct with your wants?”

“I don’t want anything right now, My Lord.” When he doesn’t look convinced, you press. Luckily, you had already prepared what you would say, an unfortunate habit you picked up out of a desire to stay on your husband’s good side. “Today is the anniversary of our marriage. I wanted to show you my progress and prepare a celebratory meal. That’s all, I swear.”

He pauses for a moment, reading your expression as much as you read his. Being in a relationship with Scaramouche often feels like being in a constant game of telepathic chess. Constantly trying to strategize and predict the other’s moves so that you lose as few pawns and pieces as possible. At least, that was your goal.

The static in the room dissipates, and Scaramouche’s expression changes again, from paranoid to amused. “You’re so… sentimental.” He says it laced with poison, as if being genuinely romantic were an insult. But there’s also a sense of wonder, in the way that he looks at you as if you’re an adorable puppy bringing over a stick.

You’re used to his thinly veiled insults by now. You shrug it off, leading him over to a cushion by the table. “If anything, you should be the sentimental one, seeing as you couldn’t help but bring me here.” 

The Balladeer’s shoulders tense and you mentally curse your loose tongue. Your husband knew full well that he had forced you into this marriage, so that wasn’t why his smile stiffened in response. He believed that his emotions were a weakness, a defect that caused him to be rejected by his creator. You instinctively backtrack. “This is…just how I show my love for you, My Lord. You have your ways, and I have mine.” The dangerous glint in his eyes fades away, and so do your nerves. 

You move to pour him a glass of freshly brewed sake. He takes it with a smirk. “It looks like my lessons finally sunk in,” He chuckles again, giving you that patronizing look. “Took you long enough.”

You can expect that Scaramouche will want the full anniversary treatment more often in the future.

the long forgotten sensation of a little hand in your own

SING, MY ANGEL !

squirting hcs (ft.: ayato ; childe ; zhongli ; rosaria.)

warnings: sub fem reader, overstimulation, squirting, degradation, praise, name calling, multiple rounds, in public (rosaria), spit (zhongli).

minors do not interact with this post.

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do the other harbingers know about capitanos little dove 👀

Capitano never brings his precious treasure to any meetings with the Harbingers, but they've seen you on your routine strolls around Snezhnaya.

For some time now, the Harbingers have been watching his comrade and a pretty maiden sitting next to each other on the same bench, at the loneliest end of the promenade on a small, icy garden that's close to the headquarters.

You two made an odd couple for sure. The first time they saw you, they thought you were lovely but too fragile and frightened, like a little mouse. Sometimes they heard you chat. You more than him, who spoke little, but fixed his attention on you.

The first to really notice you was Pantalone. When he passed by you, he couldn't see your eyes, which were constantly lowered. He only saw your long eyelashes, full of shadow and modesty. This did not prevent you from smiling while listening to some musicians performing there, and he thought there was nothing so charming as that sweet smile with downcast eyes.

The next time he came near you, you raised your eyelids, and your eyes met. What strange and endearing quality does your gaze hold? He could not have said at the time.

You lowered your eyes; he continued on his way. What he had just witnessed was not the dull emptiness of fright; but a mysterious chasm that had parted, then abruptly closed.

He learned at that moment why Capitano held on to you in such a manner.

You were lovely indeed... the loveliest, most valuable creature on earth.

playing hard to get [pt. 1]

as you were a person of bubbly character, he'd gotten used to your bright and cheerful nature, and the ridiculous shenanigans that came along with it. that included your numerous tries to woo him into dating you, with each attempt ending in failure. you weren't too depressed by it, returning to your usual jovial personality even after rejections... and he'd taken that for granted. he didn't expect you to do the “push-and-pull” tactic on him, and neither did he expect it'd work so well.

includes: diluc, xiao & childe

pt. 2 - zhongli, albedo & kazuha

pt. 3 - ayato & heizou

DILUC wasn't too pleased to see you at angel's share so often at the beginning, but he eventually got used to your presence — begrudgingly, of course. there would be no way he was anticipating your visits, that's plain absurd. he just so happened to be the bartender that time, and you were the one coming to see him, not the other way around. that said, you don't approach him the moment you step foot inside; you made it a habit to converse with other customers first before taking a seat on a bar stool, showering DILUC with the usual compliments and idle chatter. it never seems like he listened properly to whatever you were saying, too busy mixing drinks and wiping glasses, but you knew he was. on what basis? a hunch. which wasn't all that trustworthy, but you wholeheartedly believe in it.

this night didn't start out differently from the rest. the door swung open, and his eyes flickered to the newcomer. ah, it was you, strolling up toward a table with your acquaintances. nothing out of the ordinary. but time passed: half an hour had gone by, then another, and then... huh, it's awfully late. it was right about the time you usually left- hey, wait, you're already leaving? DILUC was nearly startled into dropping a glass, and it wasn't his proudest moment. why were you going when you haven't said a single word to him?

“you're leaving?”

you knew you'd won the second he uttered those words. you spun on your heel, looking almost smug, and DILUC had never felt so defeated before. “yes, i have an early start tomorrow, so i'm afraid i don't have the time to chat right now.” he wanted to argue that you had enough time to chat with the other patrons, he really did, but he'd only look like an immature fool.

he placed down the wine glass in his hands, sighing. “would you allow me to accompany you home?”

oh, you've won, alright.

XIAO was often the receiving end of your pointless chatter, ranging from complaints from an exhausting day at work to trivial matters like what you were planning to have for dinner that evening. it was an arrangement XIAO never signed up for — somehow, you'd gotten a hold of his usual spot at wangshu inn and made it a habit to sit next to him whenever you were free and proceed to fill his ears with useless blabbering. he thought of it as a mild inconvenience, and told you as such: “your presence is irritating.”

you seemed a little shaken then, frozen in shock for a split second. but your expression warmed into a sheepish smile, and it looked somewhat stiff, but XIAO made no move to comment on it. “is that what you really think?” he didn't feel inclined to nod, nor did he deny it.

perhaps he should've.

you didn't visit the next day, or the next, or even the next after that. XIAO thought nothing of it at first, since it wasn't odd for you to miss visits on consecutive days. but you didn't come for a week, and then another, and-

he was tired of turning around to look behind him each time he heard footsteps padding against the floor, only to be devasted to not see the person he was expecting. it was certainly strange... how come you never paid him a visit? you've never gone for so long without seeing him, which obviously meant the same for him, and he'd been feeling antsy without the assurance you were alive and well. verr goldet had told him you were only busy with your job, but he needed to confirm it with his own eyes.

he was just about ready to give up waiting for you that day and head off to his own room when his ears picked up on the sound of creaking from the stairs. he glanced at its direction, mentally prepared to be disappointed, only to see... you, hesitant to step closer. oh. it was actually you.

his heart fluttered in glee and you nervously laughed, “oh, sorry, i didn't think you were still here... yanxiao asked me to fetch a couple of things for him and it was late so i didn't assume you'd still be around.”

your words were deaf to his ears as XIAO himself approached you with his own feet. and, well, if he'd walked with hurried strides or accidentally slipped a smile or two, then nobody could blame him.

CHILDE could be described as mean. not a total douchebag, but pretty close to it — even scaramouche had dubbed him as such, and it wasn't just because he disliked the fellow harbinger.

CHILDE was fully aware of his own charm, and though he wasn't one to boast about it, he knew how attractive he was: physical features aside, he was good at fighting, and he knew how to cook, not to mention he had an overwhelming wealth to brag for. it wasn't unusual for people to flock over him to curry his favor, and he'd be lying if he said he disliked it.

he had a terrible hobby, you see. CHILDE would set his eyes on a particular person that piqued his interest, shower them with attention, gift them with whatever they could ever ask for, and treat them with nothing but kindness. but then he'd act distant the next moment, indifferent to their advances, until that person would become impatient and take the initiative themself. he found satisfaction in the way someone would beg for his affection, the way they clung to him so desperately... and yet he'd grow tired of them once the fun was over, and he'd repeat the process again. a heartbreaker at his core.

at the beginning, you were just that — another pitiful victim to CHILDE's whims. you were so, so gullible, so easy to please. you smiled at every insincere compliment, gasped at even the cheapest of presents. “thank you,” you'd say each time, genuine gratitude plastered all over your expression, and CHILDE would feel the tiniest twinge of guilt squeezing his heart. his conscience was screaming at him to stop.

but more than anything, he wondered what you would do if he ignored you altogether.

he thought you'd be adorable, shyly grasping the back of his shirt to ask him out on a date yourself. he wanted to see that, to tease you for being so straightforward. and maybe he'd even take you seriously, something he'd never done before. you were a special case, after all; the idea of dating you was... nice. he'd treat you even better than before, treasure you to the best of his abilities. he'd give you anything you asked for.

but you didn't seek him out. no, you never paid him any mind, batted an eyelash at his sudden absence. you weren't bothered by his disappearance at all, just as cheerful as you've always been, and he didn't like that. he didn't like that at all. he didn't want to see you being fine without him, when he'd been aching from distancing himself from you. it was unfair. he wanted you to long for him the same way he longed for you.

and at his wit's end when he knocked on your door at late evening, coming face to face with your knowing smile, he knew he got a taste of his own medicine.