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[DOWNGRADE] Tartaglia/Childe TAKES HIS PRIZE (MASC PRONOUNS VER)
🕑 Added 2021-12-04 10:00:02 +0000 UTC[DECEMBER 2021 DOWNGRADE WINNER!!]
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Losing a fight really means much more when the winner can take whatever they want. As your sword falls away from you, you now understand - you've given yourself to him. And this unhinged, bloodthirsty man wants everything left of you...
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Spoils of War (Character: Tartaglia/Childe/Ajax (Genshin Impact)
Summary: Tartaglia beats Listener in a sparring session. There are no medals to be given here, but the winner certainly gets rewarded for his efforts.
[The sound of clashing blades and Childe’s manic laughter.]
“Come now, Comrade! Surely you can do better than that.”
[Childe grunts as he sends the Listener flying. They land on their back, winded. He laughs, striding towards them. He stops by their side, kneeling to taunt them.]
“Looks like this is my victory, huh? I’ve never seen you move so slowly. I’m not even sure that’s a win I can be proud of.”
[ He pauses while Listener speaks.]
“Hm? No gloating?”
[A soft chuckle. He takes their chin between his fingers, shaking their head and talking down to them.]
“Gloating is one of the best things about winning, though. Especially when you pout like this.”
[ He kisses their forehead.]
“Mmm. Frown at me all you want. It won’t change the outcome of the fight. Now,”
[ He hums, checking over their body for wounds. His touch is gentle.]
“Any injuries? Just wounded pride?”
[ Listener grumbles and tries to shove Childe away.]
“Oh? You think I should just take my prize and get it over with? Hmm…”
[ He leans in to whisper in Listener’s ear. His smile is audible in his voice.]
“You sound angry, but I get the feeling you’re really eager for me to do as I please with you. Don’t tell me that you lost on purpose just because you were excited for what comes next, my pet.”
[ Another pause. Soft laughter crescendos into something more sinister.]
“.... So you did lose on purpose! How amusing! You really are full of surprises, aren’t you? However-”
[ He stands as if he is going to leave.]
“I’m not sure I should reward you for just giving up. Losing is supposed to be agonizing.”
Sigh.
“Maybe I should just go jerk off, yeah? Leave you wanting so you'll go all out the next time we fight.”
[ Childe begins to walk away when Listener calls after him.]
He stops. Shudders.
“... what did you just say?”
[ Listener doesn’t answer. Childe walks back, slowly. With the same agonizing pace, he kneels once more.]
“I said. What did you just say?”
[ When Childe speaks again, his voice is eerily soft.]
“... That’s what I thought, my pet.”
[There is a flurry of sound as Childe picks Listener up and forcefully pushes them back against a wall. Deep, aggressive, ravenous kisses.]
"You know I can't resist your pathetic little pleas when you call me Ajax."
[He growls and kisses them again. Eventually he relents, only to laugh ominously.]
"Fine. I'll have my reward. And I will have you repeating that name until you're whispering it even as you sleep."
[ More heated kisses. Childe begins to undo his belt. Listener goes to help him but he smacks their hand away.]
“Oh no, darling. You don’t get to touch unless I give you permission.”
[ He unzips his pants. Listener shuffles impatiently as Childe frees his cock.]
“You look so desperate for my body, pet. I might even say the feeling of watching you writhe is more euphoric than victory itself.”
[ He strokes himself. He isn’t afraid to let the Listener know how good it feels, either. His soft moans make them struggle more.]
“Ahaha. Are you jealous, hm? You want to touch?”
[ Kisses.]
“You’re so red, love. You can’t hide how you’re feeling from me. I know what you want. Mmm.”
[ His hand slows.]
“If you’re not going to use your mouth to speak the truth, then…”
[ Kiss. Pause. He replaces his lips with two fingers.]
“I will stuff it with my cock to keep it from spreading any more lies.”
[ He pushes them to their knees. Laughter.]
“Look at you, my eager little whore! No further instruction and you’ve got your mouth open and waiting.”
[ His cockhead rests on their tongue.]
“You’re more obedient than the Fatui soldiers that I’ve trained with my own blade. They fear my wrath. You, however… you just fear you will miss out on a good throatfucking.”
[ Dark laughter.]
“Be a good boy/girl and give me the prize I crave, okay?”
[ SLOPPIES SLOPPIES SLOPPIES WOOO]
“Fuck, pet. That’s fucking perfect.”
[ This man is railing their mouth.]
“Ahaha! You moan like a whore when you suck me off, you know.”
[ Slurp slurp motherfucker]
“Try saying my name with your lips around my fucking cock, pet…. Yes, like that. Oh fuck.”
[ ~smut smut smut~]
“You must enjoy this so much. Maybe you’ll ask for it even if you win next time.”
[ Childe has been worked into a frenzy.]
“Hahaha… I bet you want me to cum down your throat. Right?”
[ They nod. He laughs. ~Sloppy~]
“Too bad, sweetheart.”
[ He fucks their mouth until the last second. He pulls out and cums all over Listener’s face. Heavy breathing, panting.]
“Haha… A trophy painted by yours truly.”
[ He kisses their forehead.]
“Ready for a rematch? I haven’t even gotten to use Foul Legacy yet.”
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