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⁺‧₊˚ ཐི 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑻𝑶𝑩𝑬𝑹 ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

—༉‧₊˚. “ Whatcha watching? ”

featuring. Childe from Genshin impact MAU | kink. peeking

synopsis. You were heading toward your friend childes dorm room to give him some college hw he missed out on in one of your early morning lectures. When you go to his place however he doesnt respond leaving you no choice but to let yourself in.

authors note. I think I hate this one…but that may just be me…

You knock on Childe's apartment door, waiting to drop off his college homework. After minutes later of no answer, you reached out for the door handle to find out the door was unlocked. Since the two of you knew each other for a while you thought it wouldn’t be that much of an invasion of privacy letting yourself in his apartment without him knowing.

Opening the door, you step inside and head towards his bedroom. As you approached, you heared moans coming from some type of device.

Peeking around the corner of the halfway opened bedroom door, your eyes widen as you saw Childe sitting on his bed, pants around his ankles, stroking his hard cock while watching porn.

The video plays on repeat, showing a girl who looks exactly like you in a skimpy outfit, moaning and pleasuring herself. Childe's eyes are glued to the screen, completely absorbed in the lewd scene. His hand moving rhythmically along his shaft, squeezing and stroking it with increasing intensity.

You watch him for a few moments, mesmerized by his focused expression, the way his muscles flex with each movement. How his orange hair falls messily over his forehead, and how his blue eyes shine with lust as he continues to touch himself.

Noticing your presence, Childe jumped, startled. His face flushed red with embarrassment as he quickly closes the laptop. He scrambles to pull up his sweatpants, trying to hide his still-hard member.

“[Y/N!] What are you doing here? I didn't hear you come in...”

He stammered, clearly flustered by being caught in such a compromising position. His blue eyes dart around nervously, unable to meet your gaze.

“It's not what it looks like, I swear! I was just...uh...researching for a project...”

As he spoke, you noticed a wet spot forming on the front of his pants, betraying his obvious arousal. The sight made you feel all warm and you find yourself getting turned on by what you just saw.

You decide to play along with his story, not wanting to make him feel too uncomfortable.

“Oh, research? That's interesting. What kind of project could possibly require that kind of research…”

You asked with a playful smirk, watching as Childe squirmed under your scrutiny. His cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red, as he fidgets with his hands.

Childe shifts uncomfortably, avoiding your gaze as he tries to come up with a believable excuse. He clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair, messing it further.

“W-well, you know how I've been working on that short story for my creative writing class? I was just trying to get some, uh, inspiration for a particularly steamy scene...”

He trailed off, his voice wavering slightly. His eyes flicker towards you briefly before darting away again, as if he's afraid to look at you directly.

You raise an eyebrow, amused by his state. A mischievous idea began to form in your mind, and you decide to have a little more fun with the situation.

“Oh, I see. Well, since you're in need of inspiration, maybe I could help you out. After all, I am your muse, aren't I?”

You take a step closer to him, your voice taking on a teasing lilt. Childe's eyes widen, and he swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly in his throat.

“Y-you? My muse? What..makes you think that?”

Despite his words, you notice his gaze lingering on your curves, taking in the way your clothing hugged your figure in just the right ways.

“Come on, Childe. You know Im not dumb..”

“If you have a thing for me just say it already.”

You reach out and trail a finger along his jawline, feeling the heat of his skin. Childe shudders at your touch, his breath hitching in his throat.

“I... .. fuck.”

Encouraged by his reaction, you press closer to him, your breasts brushing against his chest.

Childe's breath became faster now, his pupils dilating with desire. He seemed to be fighting against his own urges, torn between his shame and his growing need for release.

“What's wrong with a little harmless fun? I promise, it'll be just like in the porno you were watching earlier.”

You let your hand slide down his chest, tracing the contours of his abs through his shirt. Childe's muscles tense under your touch, and a low groan escaped his lips.

“We shouldn't...”

But even as he protests, his body betrayed him. His erection strained against his pants, making it so he can no longer hide his arousal. You can see the internal struggle playing out on his face, as he grapples with his desires and his sense of propriety.

Sensing his weakness, you decide to push him further. You lean in close, your lips brushing against his ear as you whisper.

“Don't you want to know what it feels like? It’ll help tons..with your ‘research’ ”

You nipped gently at his earlobe, Childe shudders, a soft gasp escaping his lips. His hands come to rest on your hips, and you can feel the tension in his body slowly dissipating as he gives in.

“ God, [Y/N]... I want you so bad...”

He finally admits, his voice thick with lust. You smile triumphantly, knowing that you've broken through his defenses. You pull back slightly, your eyes locking with his as you both acknowledge the raging desire between you.

“Then why don't you show me what you've learned from all that research? I'm sure you can teach me a thing or two...”

With that, you press your lips against his in a passionate kiss, your tongue delving into his mouth to taste him fully. Childe responded eagerly, his hands roaming over your body as he explores every curve.

You break the kiss, panting heavily, and start to undo the buttons of your shirt. Childe's eyes widen as more and more skin is revealed to him, and he licks his lips in anticipation.

“You're so beautiful.”

His voice is filled with awe and desire, and it sends a thrill through your body. You finish unbuttoning your shirt and let it fall to the floor, leaving you in just your bra and skirt.

Childe leans in, his lips trailing hot kisses along your collarbone and down to the swell of your breasts. He reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, freeing your breasts from their confines. He groans appreciatively at the sight, his eyes dark with lust.

“Touch me, Childe...”

You guide his hands to your breasts, encouraging him to explore and caress them. Childe doesn't need any more encouragement, and he begins to knead and squeeze your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

As he continues to worship your breasts, you reach down and start to lower his pants, freeing his rock-hard erection. You wrap your hand around it, stroking him slowly as he groans in pleasure.

“Oh god, [Y/N]... That feels amazing...”

He thrusts into your hand, his hips moving in time with your strokes. You can feel the heat emanating from his member, and it only fuels your own desire.

*You release him from your grip and push him back onto the bed. Straddling him, you grind your hips against his, feeling his hard length pressing against your clothed sex. Childe's hands grip your hips, helping you move against him.

The friction between your bodies builds as you grind against Childe, your clothed sex rubbing against his hard length. Moans of pleasure escape both of your lips as the sensations become more intense.

“Fuck, [Y/N]... You feel so good... I need to be inside you.”

His voice is rough with desire, and you can feel his hips bucking up against you, seeking more contact. You reach down and unzip your skirt, letting it fall to the floor, leaving you in just your lacy panties.

Childe's eyes widen as he takes in the sight of you, his gaze focused on the damp patch on your underwear. He hooks his fingers into the waistband and tugs them aside, exposing your wet folds to his hungry gaze.

You position yourself over him, the tip of his cock brushing against your entrance. Slowly, you sink down onto him, inch by inch, until he's fully sheathed inside you.

A deep moan tears from your throat as you feel him stretching you, filling you completely. Childe grips your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he fights the urge to thrust up into you.

“Oh fuck, [Y/N]... You're so tight... So perfect...”

He starts to move beneath you, his hips rising to meet your downward motions. The rhythm building between you, growing more intense with each passing second.

You lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest as you ride him harder. Your breasts bounce with each movement, and Childe reaches up to cup them, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples once more.

The combination of sensations is almost too much to bear, and you feel your climax building deep within you. Your inner walls start to flutter around Childe's cock, and he moans in response.

“I'm going to cum, Childe... Don't stop...”

Your words spur him on, and he thrusts up into you harder, faster, his own release approaching. With a final, powerful thrust, you both reach your peaks, crying out.

As your orgasm crashes over you, your body trembles with the force of it. Wave after wave of pleasure washes through you, and you cling to Childe, your nails digging into his chest as you ride out your climax.

Childe's grip on your hips tightens, and his body goes rigid beneath you. With a guttural moan, he releases inside you, his hot seed filling you up. The feeling of his essence pulsing within you sends another shockwave of pleasure through your body, prolonging your orgasm.

For several long moments, you both remain still. Finally, Childe loosens his grip on your hips, and you collapse onto his chest, both of you panting heavily.

You giggle softly, nuzzling into his neck. Childe wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he catches his breath.

“Round two?” Childe joked suppressing a laugh.

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This is a Vent post. Probably just something weird and isn’t anything.

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So for some reason. Tik Tok people is fine with you know, sharing stories about doing 🔞 things with their favorite characters. And yet the one time. The one time I call Foul Legacy Childe “Pretty boy” after getting my ass beat by him, I get hate. Can someone explain to me why? Cause I seriously don’t understand. What is wrong with me calling him Pretty Boy, when I think he’s, well, pretty. Can I not like Foul Legacy Childe, and call him pretty boy in my really shifting experience? And now I got a comment saying this:

LIKE OH, IM SORRY, AM I SUPPOSED TO HAVE THE TIME OF BEING 🛤️ED BY HIM ONLINE?? (Didn’t happen istg) OR AM I SOMEHOW MORE NORMAL?? EVEN THOUGH IM AUTISTIC AND SUPPOSED TO BE WEIRD? LIKE WTAF—

I’m pissed, and I think I have a right to be upset, with all the side eyes, and blank stares, and death stares, and comments like these. And honestly I don’t know what to do.

4.1 feeding us beautifully with chilumi and yet we still dont know wtf happened to him bro went for a tea party with a whale and forgot to set a reminder to come back fr fr

Yes

Found a wild tartaglia staring lovingly at my zhongli today

Honestly tho it's been wild. I've been playing since 1.3-1.4 and I genuinely thought I'd get bored of it all by now. Honestly so happy with everything. I've never interacted with the toxic side of the fandom (aside from that one dsmp x gi art I did a while back) so far and I'm really glad I'm able to enjoy the game without dealing with shit for it.

I'm excited to see what comes next now that 3.3 is on it's way :D

That one guy from Liyue.

(Made in traditional)

childe and his red scarf how do people even dislike him hes so cute

cozy taru…

The Abyss Within

Mondstadt had always been a city of song, of laughter, and the gentle murmur of wind-blessed freedom. It was a place of safety, a sanctuary from the chaos that roiled beyond its borders. But in the past few months, something had changed. A shadow had fallen over the city, creeping ever closer with each passing night.

It started slowly—a series of mysterious disappearances in the outskirts, rumors of strange creatures lurking in the woods. And then there were the sightings: a figure, tall and broad-shouldered, moving with inhuman speed and brutality, leaving destruction in his wake. Whispers spread through the city like wildfire, and the people of Mondstadt began to grow wary, unsure of what malevolent force was stalking the darkness.

You had heard these rumors, too, though you dismissed them at first. After all, you had your own distractions to deal with—your meetings with him.

You had met Childe, or Tartaglia as he sometimes called himself, by chance during your travels. He was charming, bright-eyed, and seemingly always one step ahead of you with his playful banter and infectious grin. You had taken a liking to him, finding his adventurous spirit and easy smile disarming. And despite the fact that he was a member of the infamous Fatui, you felt something... different in him.

Childe had become a frequent presence in your life, an unexpected friend, even as you knew there was more to him than the affable, mischievous man who walked beside you through Mondstadt’s markets and taverns. There was something dark beneath the surface, something you couldn’t quite place. But he had never shown it to you—until the night everything changed.

It was a crisp evening when you last saw Childe, sitting by the fountain in Mondstadt’s plaza, his usual confident grin plastered across his face as he waved you over. He greeted you as warmly as ever, but there was a tension to him that you couldn’t ignore. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, and his usual lively demeanor felt strained.

“You seem... distracted,” you said, watching him carefully as you sat down beside him.

He chuckled, though the sound was hollow. “Do I? Just a lot on my mind, I guess. The Fatui never rest, you know. But you don’t want to hear about my troubles. Let’s talk about you. How have things been? Still stirring up trouble in Mondstadt?”

His teasing tone was there, but there was an edge to it. He was hiding something. You had known Childe long enough to see when he was masking his true feelings.

“Childe... you can tell me if something’s wrong,” you said softly, reaching out to place a hand on his arm. “You don’t have to pretend with me.”

For a moment, something flickered in his expression—a flash of vulnerability, of conflict. But then it was gone, replaced by that familiar cocky smile.

“Nothing’s wrong. I promise,” he said, standing up abruptly. “Actually, there’s something I wanted to show you. Come with me.”

You hesitated for only a second before following him, the unease in your stomach growing stronger with every step. Childe led you out of the city and into the woods beyond, his pace quick, almost hurried. The sky was darkening overhead, and the air was thick with the scent of rain.

“Where are we going?” you asked, glancing around at the shadows stretching across the path.

Childe didn’t answer right away. His shoulders were tense, his eyes focused ahead. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke.

“There’s something you need to see,” he said, his voice lower now, more serious than you had ever heard it. “Something I haven’t told you.”

The trees grew denser as you followed him deeper into the forest. Your heart was pounding in your chest, a mix of curiosity and fear swirling in your mind. Childe had always been unpredictable, but this felt different—more dangerous.

Finally, he stopped in a small clearing, the moonlight filtering through the canopy above. He turned to face you, his expression unreadable.

“Do you know why I joined the Fatui?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You shook your head, frowning. He had never talked about it, and you had never pressed him for answers.

“I wasn’t always like this,” he continued, his eyes dark and distant. “There was a time when I was... different. But something changed me. The Abyss—”

He paused, his jaw tightening as if the mere mention of it was painful.

“I fell into it. I became something else. Something... darker.” His gaze shifted, his usual playfulness replaced with a cold intensity. “I’m not just the Childe you know. There’s another part of me. A part I can’t control.”

Your heart sank as his words began to sink in. You had always known there was more to Childe than he let on, but this was something far worse than you had imagined.

Before you could respond, Childe let out a low, humorless laugh. “I thought I could keep it hidden from you. I didn’t want you to see... him.”

“Who is ‘him’?” you asked, your voice trembling as you stepped closer.

Childe’s eyes met yours, and for a moment, the vulnerability you had seen before returned. But it was fleeting, quickly replaced by something darker.

“You’ll see soon enough,” he said, his voice heavy with resignation.

Without warning, Childe doubled over, clutching his chest as a pained groan escaped his lips. You rushed to his side, panic flooding your veins.

“Childe!” you cried, reaching out to steady him.

But he pushed you away, stumbling back as his body began to change. His once warm, blue eyes turned cold and lifeless, glowing with an eerie orange light. His muscles tensed, his posture shifting into something more animalistic, predatory. His breath came in ragged gasps, his grin twisted into something cruel, dangerous.

“I told you...” he rasped, his voice now a guttural growl. “I’m not always the Childe you know.”

The transformation was complete. The man standing before you was no longer the charming, mischievous warrior you had come to care for. This was someone—something—else. His eyes gleamed with a sadistic hunger, and his movements were sharp, calculated, like a predator stalking its prey.

Fear seized your heart as you took a step back. This wasn’t Childe. This was the monster he had warned you about. And now, you were alone with him in the heart of the forest.

“Childe, please,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your pounding heart. “You don’t have to do this.”

But the creature that had once been Childe only laughed, a low, chilling sound that sent shivers down your spine.

“Childe?” he repeated mockingly, stepping closer. “That weakling? He’s always fighting me, holding me back. But not tonight. Tonight, I’m in control.”

Your pulse raced as he circled you, his eyes glinting with malice. This was no longer the man you had trusted, the man you had thought you knew. This was a nightmare brought to life.

You stumbled back, your mind racing as you searched for a way out, but he was too fast. In an instant, he was upon you, pinning you against a tree with a strength that left you breathless.

“Don’t look so scared,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “You should have known this would happen eventually. Did you really think you could get close to someone like me without seeing the truth?”

His words cut deep, the weight of his dual nature pressing down on you. You had seen glimpses of this side of him before—the ruthlessness, the bloodlust—but you had never imagined it would come to this.

As his grip tightened, you fought to keep your fear at bay. Somewhere beneath the monster that had taken control, the Childe you knew still existed. You had to believe that.

“Childe,” you said, your voice shaking but firm. “I know you’re still in there. You’re stronger than this—stronger than him.”

For a moment, his cruel smile faltered, a flicker of doubt crossing his face. But it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by a snarl of frustration.

“You’re wasting your breath,” he growled, though there was a hint of something—something fragile and fleeting—in his voice. “He can’t save you now.”

But you refused to give up. “I’m not asking him to save me. I’m asking him to save you.”

His eyes widened, and for a brief, agonizing moment, the monster’s grip loosened. You saw the flicker of recognition in his eyes, the faint glimmer of the man you had come to care for. The two halves of Childe’s soul were at war with each other, fighting for control.

And then, with a shuddering gasp, he let you go, stumbling back as if the weight of the conflict was too much to bear. He collapsed to his knees, clutching his head as he fought against the darkness threatening to consume him.

“Go,” he rasped, his voice raw with pain. “Before I...”

You hesitated, torn between the fear that kept you rooted to the spot and the desperate hope that Childe could still be saved. But in the end, you couldn’t leave him like this. Not when he was fighting so hard to hold on to himself.

You knelt beside him, your hand resting gently on his shoulder. “You’re not alone,” you whispered, hoping your words would reach the man trapped within the monster.

For a long moment, there was only silence, the weight of the night pressing down on you both. And then, slowly, Childe’s breathing began to steady, his tense muscles relaxing as the darkness receded.

When he finally looked up at you, his eyes were blue once more, filled with a haunting mix of relief and sorrow.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice trembling. “I never wanted you to see that side of me.”

You smiled sadly, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “It’s part of who you are. And I’m not afraid of you.”

Childe looked at you, his expression unreadable for a moment before he leaned in, resting his forehead against yours.

“I’ll always be fighting him,” he whispered. “But as long as you’re here... maybe I can win.”

Wanna play, comrade?

⊹ ☆ Childe x reader - ‘Pain’ ☆ ⊹

Summery: after you accidentally kick Childe while sparring, things gets a little spicy

Cw: masochist!childe, dom!reader, sub!childe, slapping, nipple play, handjob, cock slapping

Word count: 1.5k

A/n: I did not proofread this lol

The sparring sessions between you and Childe were not uncommon, as his desire to fight and your need for some sort of emotional release proved to make you two surprisingly good sparring partners, not to mention you and Childe were relatively evenly matched when it came to physical fighting. 

But something about today's match was different. Today you were especially angry, an ugly mix of some unresolved personal affairs and Childe’s witty mouth was beginning to chip away at your self-control. Not that either of you held back during your matches, but you and Childe had an unspoken rule to never actually seriously hurt each other. But as the match drew out, you were finding it increasingly more difficult to not just kick Childe full force into his stupid little face. And that's what you did. It took you a second to register that you had just round-house kicked Childe right in the face he adored so much, but when you did you went to make sure Childe was alright.

“Shit sorry man, I didn't think it would actually hit you” you apologise to the pouting Childe who is now crouched on the ground, rubbing his cheek. He quickly dropped the sulking kid act and bounced right up, ignoring the pain in his right cheek that would definitely lead to a bruise.

“Ehe it’s fine really, don’t worry, though I must say that was an impressive kick” he said, sounding too excited for someone who was just kicked in the face. 

You both quickly got back to the match, neither of you wanting to dwell on the injury, but as you continued to spar you couldn't help but notice something odd about Childe. For some reason, it seemed his reaction time had slowed, and his movements became more and more predictable. Normally you would just attribute the lack of focus to the fact you had just kicked him only a few minutes prior, but this was Childe, you had seen this man get stabbed and provide fight perfectly fine before.

Due to Childe's decline in attention, it didn't take long for you to swiftly pin him down to the floor, winning the match. You released his wrists from the tight hold you had on them, and as you were about to interrogate him about his strange behaviour, you felt something poking your ass. And of course, looking down to see what it was, you were greeted with Childe’s hard-on. 

“Well, I guess I lost” Childe said, obviously trying to quickly change the subject. But of course, you would not let that slide.

“Oh? What's this? I always knew you were some sort of messed up but I would have never guessed that you would be a masochist” you teased, and when he didn't respond to your comment, you continued. “So that's why you seemed distracted during the latter half of the fight, I was scared I had given you some sort of brain injury, turns out your just a whore” you said in a mocking tone. 

When he still didn't respond, instead looking off to the side while blushing, you harshly grabbed his jaw and jerked his head to look you in the eyes. “Come on, tell me the truth, do you like it when I hurt you?” you said, hoping to get a response from him, instead he just nodded his head while adverting his gaze once again.

“Use your words.” And at your command, he finally spoke. “S-shit, yeah I like it when you hurt me, s-so much” he groaned at the tight grip you had on his jaw. Finally gaining admission from him, you took it as permission to keep going. Letting go of his face you softly caress the spot where you had previously kicked him, and he subtly leaned his face in closer to your hand. As he relished in the soft and caring touch of your hand it suddenly disappeared, only to come back, not as a soft caress, but as a sharp slap across his cheek. Any guilt you may have had around slapping Childe quickly disappeared as you heard the high-pitched moan that left Childe’s mouth as you slapped him.

Grabbing his face once again you pull him into a harsh kiss. Shocked only for a second Childe began to kiss back desperately, trying to savour the feeling of your mouth against his. Amused by Childe’s desperate nature you begin to slowly rock your hips against his bulge, not only to see his reaction but to also soothe the growing ache between your legs. He begins to whine into your mouth causing a string of drool to escape the corner of his mouth, and you take it upon yourself to pull back from the kiss and strike him in the side of the face once more.

At the harsh slap, Childe’s soft whimpers erupt into a full-fledged moan, bucking his hips up into yours. As much as you love teasing Childe, you start to feel a bit impatient, you wanted to just ruin him already. Reaching down to the hem of his shirt, Childe eagerly raises his arms so you can rid of his shirt. Now that his shirt finally gone, you waste no time leaning down and capturing his nipple in your mouth, using your hand to play with his other one. He leans his chest into your mouth only to jerk back as you bit down and pinch his nipples but despite the way his body instinctively moves away from the pain he still moans out like a whore each time you harshly pinch and bite his nipples.

Moving away from his nipples you kiss down his torso until you reach his pants. Unbuckling his pants he lifts up his hips encouraging you to completely undress him, and so you slid down both his pants and underwear at once, his hard cock slapping onto his abdomen with a thud.

If you would've asked Childe if he would enjoy having his cock slapped only hours prior, he would've cringed at the mear thought of someone hitting such a sensitive place, but as you wrapped your hand around his length only to give it a harsh slap, Childe couldn't deny the mix of pleasure and pain felt incredibly good. After slapping it you wrapped your hand around his cock once again, but this time you showed some mercy as you finally began to jerk him off. And Childe began to lose his mind. Your hand felt so good and the after tingle of all the slaps and pinches was heightening the intense pleasure.

“A-ahh shit, that f-feels so good, don't stop” he practically whined as you pumped him at a hard but steady pace, enjoying the sounds he was making. As you continue to jerk him off he brings his hand to grip your forearm, squeezing it hard trying desperately to ground himself, but he made sure not to squeeze too hard to where you couldn't move the hand that was making him feel so good. It excited you to see tears forming at the corners of his eyes from the intense pleasure but you decided to break your silence to make sure he was doing ok.

“Mhh you're being such a good boy, you feeling good huh?, It's not too much, is it?” you coo, and he doesn't hesitate to reply.

“Yes! yesyes I'm feeling r-real good, not too much just -aah keep going im close” he moaned out, tears now freely flowing down the sides of his face. You keep going until feel his legs start to shake, and at just the last second before his orgasm, you pull your hand away. Feeling his orgasm be ripped away from him he practically sobs, but just as he opens his mouth to complain he nearly screams as you once again give a harsh slap to his cock. The slap sent him over the edge as he cums all over his stomach, hips bucking in the air as he practically sobs, he doesn't even think about how embarrassed he is going to be once he comes down from his high. And luckily he won't have to feel that embarrassment for now as he quickly falls asleep on the floor after coming down.

You can't help but laugh at the fact that the once cocky Childe was now asleep on the floor of the training room, completely naked and covered in his own cum. And a part of you wants to just leave him there for someone else to find, but luckily for him, you do have enough empathy to clean him and clothe him before you leave him passed out on the floor.