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ddollipop · 2 years

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I WANT YOU IN THE MOST UNROMANTIC WAY. . . ! — ( DILUC RAGNVINDR. )

#. synopsis! — the reader travels with diluc to a high class gathering in fontaine, only to find that diluc doesn't take kindly to the men there who look at her the way he feels only he himself should .

#. contains! — explicitly nsfw content , established romantic relationship , jealous!diluc , cum swallowing , deep throating , oral sex , cunnilingus , vaginal fingering , slight choking , pet-names (diluc calls the reader kitten) , missionary position , dirty talk .

#. word count! — 5.0k .

Though Diluc seems to be calm, cool, and collected on the outside, he’s seething on the inside. This gathering has attracted men not unlike vultures, —opportunistic scum just waiting for their moment to sweep in and strike. You haven’t seemed to notice, but they’ve been eyeing you down all night like predators on the prowl for fresh prey: and it’s pissing your lover off in a way he’s never experienced before.

He stares at you from across the room, free fist clenching hard enough to hurt as he watches you smile, so painfully oblivious to all those around you that would do just about anything to have you wrapped up in their sheets come morning. It’s times like these when Diluc wishes he were more overt about the nature of your relationship to him. You’ve been together for a little over a year by now, but it’s easy not to know on account of Diluc’s more reserved personality.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he cuts in, startling you a bit when his hand finds its way to the small of your back unannounced.

His tone is facetious, letting everyone know that he is, in fact, not the slightest bit sorry to be cutting in. Moreover, he’s proud to be doing so.

“I’m sure the conversation over here must be riveting, but we’ve got plans to attend to,” he continues on, words dripping with smug satisfaction, —because he knows they can’t have you and that you don’t want them.

Not when you have him around.

“So I’m afraid I’ll have to steal her away now.”

Nobody dares step out of line. It would be career suicide to get on Diluc’s bad side if you’re looking to emerge in the wine industry of Teyvat, the one your hard-working boyfriend dominates an unbelievable proportion of. It’s thanks to that prestige that you were even invited to this event in the first place: a high class social gathering for wine manufacturers and enjoyers alike to come together and share information.

To put it bluntly, Diluc was only there to save face and spread the word of his late father’s business. He couldn’t care less for anyone in attendance, excluding you alone, and although traveling to Fontaine was an exciting prospect in the beginning, he’s starting to wish that the two of you were back home. . . Alone.

After pulling you away from the small group, Diluc says nothing on the way upstairs to your room. You can sense he’s not in the best of moods from his body language, —and from the way his fingers are locked around your wrist tighter than they normally would be. It’s snug, but not painful. A part of you wants to tug on the back of his dress coat, stop him in his tracks along these beautiful stairs and ask him what exactly has him so ticked off. . . But you quickly decide against that, knowing it would be better to wait until you reach the assumed final destination and are offered some peace and quiet away from all the downstairs chatter and gossip.

You pause when the door shuts behind the two of you and Diluc’s hand drops away from your wrist. By no means are you afraid of him, but you know he can be a little touchy when he’s upset, and you’d rather not stoke that fire.

“. . . Diluc?” You finally speak up in an inquisitive tone.

His back is facing you, broad shoulders lined by an expensive black overcoat. He sheds it like it’s worthless, letting the white undershirt spring free. The dress coat falls to the floor, crumpling in on itself now that Diluc isn’t dawning it any longer. The finer details of his well-built body are on fuller display now, —only covered by the much thinner fabric of the undershirt. His muscles stand out beautifully, and you have to pry your eyes away to keep yourself from staring.

“I hope I ruined their nights,” he says, venomously so.

Your eyes widen a bit in surprise.

“Huh?” Is the only thing you can say in return.

“I hope I destroyed their nights when I took you away from them like that,” Diluc repeats the sentiment, no less harsh the second time around.

He turns to you, crimson eyes swimming with an equal balance of frustration and desire, —desire to claim and be claimed in turn. To be yours as you are his.

“I loved seeing their faces drop when I came along and pulled you in,” he continues, striding toward you until one of those muscular arms has risen from the place at his side to the wall just behind you, caging you in halfway. “They looked pathetic. Like petulant little children that just had their toys stolen away.”

“I-I’m not sure I really understand,” you admit, at the risk of sounding oblivious.

He doesn’t miss a beat in elaborating.

“They were trying so hard to reel you in, —thinking they could pull you so easily. Like you were just some silly little kitten with nowhere to turn, so you’d snuggle up to them as if you were desperate enough for their warmth,” Diluc spits.

It’s by no means you he’s annoyed with. On the contrary, he’s glad all the men down there were doing such a piss poor job of flirting that you hadn’t even taken notice of their advances. Or maybe you had, and you just hadn’t cared enough to even let them down gently. . . The thought of it stirs something dangerous inside of him, —something that he wants to toy around with for a while, just to see if you’d like it.

“I can only imagine how jealous they’d be if they could see you now,” Diluc carries on, his other hand coming up to tear the tie off his neck in record time. “Think about it; all their mouths gaping open a little, not good for a damn thing but catching insects while mine’s all yours.”

His black tie hits the ground too.

You swallow as his face gets closer to your own, heart throbbing in the cavern of your chest. This side of him is new, and wholly unfamiliar, but it’s also. . . Exciting.

“What’re you waiting for?” Diluc asks, his lips barely ghosting yours in a soft, almost-there kind of touch.

His palm is still flat against the wall behind you where your back is pressed now, shoulders and head dipping down to meet you somewhere in the middle. Under any other circumstances with any other person, this would likely be a horrifying situation; but with Diluc, it sets your veins ablaze and leaves your mind reeling, wondering about and expectantly waiting for whatever’s gonna happen next.

“If you want a kiss,” he says, “all you’ve gotta do is take it.”

Ah.

That’s all you need to hear to take the initiative, pressing your lips to his. Your mind is a little foggy already, but you’re perfectly coherent; basking in every move he makes for your pleasure and delight. Diluc’s free hand curves to match the flexure of your hip, holding you steady as he takes your mouth for a ride. He takes pride in the way you gasp ever so softly when his tongue finds its way into your mouth, —raking itself over your teeth.

He lives for the way you do your best to keep up, following his movements to the very best of your ability, letting him take the lead for now. Diluc lets that caged beast inside him run rampant tonight, just to remind himself that you love him, and that you love to be loved by him. Your entire body heats up from the inside out as his hand travels along the map of your body, from your side to your chest, pausing to grab a handful of your breast. He gropes at the flesh there through the fabric of your little black dress, the one that matched his suit so nicely. . . Still, you have a sneaking suspicion it won’t be very wearable for a while if Diluc has any say in the matter.

And he most certainly will.

He tears his lips away from yours in an instant the moment his hand encircles your neck, thumb pushing down on the column when you swallow reflexively. You’re at his mercy, and fuck does it feel good. Your gaze is already glossed over, blissed out from just the kissing alone. Certainly it can’t be your fault he’s so intoxicating, from the way he smells of that fancy cologne Kaeya bought him last year on his birthday with just a hint of sweat, to the way his lips curve up as he looks down on you, —so proud of the mess he’s made of you in such a short period of time.

“You like this, hm?” Diluc hums, moving closer just to whisper in your ear.

His breath hits the shell of it, sending a shiver down your spine.

“They were right about something though, I must admit,” the redhead mumbles, grip tightening on your throat just a little.

If he keeps this up, you’ll be left with marks; but you’re not certain you’d mind. The thought of it turns you on even more, honestly.

“You really are just a silly little kitten.”

His voice is thick with intent, but he snickers nonetheless. Your legs get a little weaker under his touch. He turns the switch for a moment, playing it sweet as his hands travel down your arms, tapping along the sleeves of your dress. He plays with your fingers almost absentmindedly while you gaze up at his handsome face; so close to yours that you’re tempted to go back in for his lips. Just when you’ve decided to do just that, however, he pins both of your hands above your head and smirks at the way you bite down on your lip.

“Just a silly little kitten with nowhere to run from the big, bad wolf,” Diluc says.

“I don’t think running would be very much fun,” you reply, a coy smile gracing that mouth that Diluc can’t seem to keep his eyes off tonight.

He laughs.

“Right you are,” he answers tentatively, murmuring the words below his breath, “so how about we just have some fun instead?”

Worried your voice might give way under the building pressure, you simply nod your head in response. Diluc holds your arms in place for a few seconds more before laying off and taking a step back.

“C’mere,” he prompts, and you do as he says, slinking to your knees between his thighs when he sits down on the edge of the bed.

His fingers smoothe over the crown of your head.

“Put that pretty little mouth to good use for me, yeah?” Diluc requests.

He looks so good like this, —dress pants pulled down to the middle of his thighs, semi-hard length in your hand as he watches you expectantly, unbuttoning that white undershirt with somehow still nimble fingers so he can let it hang off one shoulder messily. He’s an angel with the fervor of a demon straight from the fiery pits of Hell, and he’s all yours.

You slick his cock up with your spit, changing pressure to offer him some friction as you spread your saliva along his length. The crimson of his irises swims with desire, pulling you in and refusing to let you go. For all you care, you can drown in it. Diluc sighs softly when you take him into your mouth, fingers grasping for whatever strands of your hair he can get his hands on. You know how he likes it, gradual, building, —soft and steady before you divulge into the calamity of it all and choke on him until you’re not sure you can take it any longer.

“Fuck,” he groans, jaw clenching as he closes his eyes, focusing only on you and the magic you’re working around him with your tongue, “that’s it, baby.”

He’s long past the point of no return now, —not that Diluc is looking to go back anytime soon. Whatever you want, whatever you need, whatever it is that you desire, you can count on it from him just as soon as you let him bust down the back of your throat. Feel that twitch against the roof of your mouth and hum softly around the cock stuffed inside your maw and he’s down bad for the long haul.

The first time you take him all the way in, he fists a handful of your hair and holds you there. You still your breath and listen to the hitch in his breathing, pride swelling up inside as lust pools in the pit of your stomach.

He could cum right then and there feeling the way your throat contracts around him. Diluc is practically seeing stars when you slink your way back up to the tip, his grip releasing gradually enough for you to do so. You sneak in a quick, deep breath before going all in, pumping him with your mouth as fast and deep as you can manage. By now, the ache in your jaw has long set in, and compared to the distinct sounds of Diluc’s desperate grunts and moans above you, the pain feels like a distant notion you’ve only experienced in another life. It’s a background hum, drowned out by the way Diluc claws at your scalp and bucks up into your willing mouth every ten seconds or so.

You’re gagging on him by the time it’s nearly over, spit dripping from the corners of your mouth. Such a sloppy scene playing out between his thighs, and Diluc is relishing every second of it. You let him use your mouth as he sees fit for the time being, like a toy for his pleasure and enjoyment. He takes full advantage of that privilege. His mouth drops open when he feels himself twitch, body pretty far gone while his mind is still chasing after it all. Diluc holds your head in place, depositing thick, hot strips of cum directly down your pretty little throat. He’s still shaking by the time he releases the pressure from the back of your head, allowing you to pull off and swallow down whatever’s left properly.

Before you have the chance to wipe the spit from your face, he’s moving past his first orgasm of the night to pull you up, offering some sloppy kisses as a thank you for the service you’d provided. He switches positions with you in a heartbeat, keen on pleasing his lover just as you have him.

“I can’t blame them,” Diluc begins, still a little breathless from the high, “those men down there, they weren’t blind. Stupid maybe, but women like you can have that affect on men like them. Men like me.”

He peppers kisses along the insides of your thighs, his index finger teasing your slit through your panties in long, deliberate lines.

“But they just can’t have you, unfortunately for them,” he continues on, nipping at your flesh playfully. “I’m sure they’ll go to bed alone tonight and wonder what it would be like to have you here, just like this, with your pretty little legs spread so they could taste you, make you squirm. . .”

His fingers hook around the sides of your panties, and you lift your hips a little to make the removal process easier. The fabric of your dress is bunched up around your midsection, giving Diluc access to exactly what he wants.

“They’ll probably fuck their hands to the thought of you, cum all over the bedsheets while they think about the way you’d sound when you moan,” he smoothes a finger inside, slipping past with ease on account of how wet he’s gotten you thus far.

You place a shaky hand over your lips, stifling the little yelp that tries to burst past into the electrified air.

“But you’re not theirs,” Diluc clicks his tongue in disapproval. “And all of that. . . That’s my job.”

And he’s fucking good at it. By now, Diluc is an expert in all things you, and he splits you open with his tongue, lapping at your clit right off the bat. The flat of his tongue hits that back arching spot again and again, leaving you to choke on moans above him. Three fingers pressed flat to your lips do a decent enough job of keeping you relatively quiet, but Diluc knows you’re enjoying yourself from the way you’re clenching on the finger he has buried in your snatch, slowly and deliberately fucking it in and out.

“I almost wish they were here to watch,” Diluc comments offhandedly, his mouth pulling away from your pussy for just long enough to say those words and press a second finger inside you.

His digits are slick with your arousal, and he prods at your insides roughly for a moment before easing the motions up again and returning his tongue to you. The full flat of his tongue runs along your slit, barely pushing past the lips. The intermediate teasing has your insides double knotting, twisting in on themselves with desire. When his mouth suctions around your clit, your head falls back and your hand moves quickly to fully grasp at the bottom half of your face, forcing yourself into muffled silence.

Your other hand grasps for the blanket on the bed, undoubtedly expensive and deep, navy blue in color. Your fingers curl up around it, pressing the material into the flat of your palm. His words ring out in your mind, —finally pushing through enough to fully register despite the haze and the brain-melting pressure. Under normal pretenses, it would be embarrassing for you to imagine a man other than Diluc looking at you with lust in their eyes, inner beasts clawing at their cages, begging for a taste. . .

It’s just the thought of it, is all, that turns you on like this. The idea of the ones who got your lover so worked up in the first place watching from somewhere, but fully unable to touch you, knowing that if they made even the slightest move to do so, Diluc would have their heads on a platter. The idea of those very same men that had apparently been eyeing you down like fresh prey all night watching you from the sidelines, —watching Diluc bliss you out with his tongue and his fingers, jealousy burning them up inside.

When the tips of his fingers brush just the right spot buried deep inside you, you lose sight of the world for a moment. The tension in your muscles pulls them taut like the strings of some instrument you've never learned how to play, but apparently Diluc knows how to strum away on it like a lifelong musician.

"I can feel how close you are," he mumbles against you, the vibrations from his voice only adding more of a reason for your toes to curl inward until your feet begin to ache from the pressure.

And then he goes faster. Fast enough to send your entire nervous system into hyperdrive. The hand that was previously clasped around your chin, pressing hard against your mouth in order to nullify the moans begging for release, now falls to the wayside, grasping for the blanket in a fruitless attempt to soothe the cells inside your body that feel as if they’re on fire, burning red hot.

A slew of curse words fall from your lips, and Diluc muses on the way that dirty words slip so naturally from such a pretty little mouth when he’s got you right where he wants you. He likes the way he corrupts you, —presses all the buttons you have, both good and bad.

“I really fucking wish they were all standing right over there, watching you clench around my fingers,” he rambles like they’re the last words he’ll ever have the chance to say.

The fact that they’re even coherent is a goddamn miracle.

Between his words, he’s lapping at your heat like a man starved, sloppy enough to hear the sounds he’s making over the buzz in your veins.

“I wish they could see what they’ll never, ever fucking have, and feel the rage that builds up inside when they realize just how fucking happy you are to have my tongue all over your needy little cunt.”

His words are all but lost on you as you gasp for breath, chest heaving as an orgasm tingles just underneath your skin, ebbing with the flow of his two fingers inside you and his mouth that’s suctioned on you like he’s drinking divine nectar. Your breathing is erratic, but his motions are all too rhythic, never giving you a break from the pleasure that has your body shaking, wracking from the pleasure.

Diluc wants it, —wants to feel you clench around him, wants to hear the way the moans break in the back of your well-fucked throat that’s likely still teeming with the taste of him. He wants to watch your chest heave as you struggle to catch your breath, running on adrenaline as you discard the rest of your clothing and grasp for him, —the only man that can put you up so high and hold you so close when it all wears off and your body goes limp.

He gets such twisted satisfaction in knowing that you don’t want anyone else. That you’d never dream of letting someone else fuck you senseless, get you cum-drunk until you’re raw between your shaking legs.

Your thighs squeeze against the sides of his head, keeping him in place as your orgasm explodes, insides throbbing with need, want, and desire. Whatever he’s been giving you, it was good, —it left you seeing stars behind your eyelids,— but it just wasn’t enough. You knew you wouldn’t find true satisfaction until he was buried inside you, whispering filthy things in your ear, telling you how pretty you look when you’re speared on him, eyes glazed over and logical mind somewhere far away.

Your fingers thread through his hair, skin tone in perfect contrast to the fiery red of his locks. He loves the way you tug on the handful of strands you manage to get a solid grasp on in the midst of your ecstasy. The pain is nice, just enough to temper the beast that lurks within him. As you find yourself coming down, you gradually release him from in between your legs, but like the true gentleman he’s always been at heart, he presses a few random kisses to your thighs before standing up to shed the rest of his clothes.

You can’t help but stare when he tugs that undershirt off. Everything about him is hot, from the brush of his fingertips to the element he wields on account of his vision.

The moment he’s naked, his hands are on you, feeling you up again like you’re heaven’s own landscape in a person. He kisses you like he’s thirsting for it, so hard that it’s bruising.

“That’s my silly little kitten,” he mumbles into your mouth, hands squeezing at whatever flesh along your chest he can grip as his fingers blindly fumble about your body.

“I want this off,” he adds, tugging at your dress, “and I want it off now.”

He tears it off you like a carnivore ripping flesh from a bone, doing away with your bra in the process. Clothes are scattered about the floor of the hotel room, creating a little trail that leads straight to the bed. If you weren’t so caught up in everything else, you just might have joked about it.

Although he’d already cum once before, shooting that load down your throat, Diluc is hard and the tip of his cock is a bright reddish-purple from all the blood that’s rushed in his groin. The hum of your own orgasm still lingers, but you’re keen on moving along quickly for the satisfaction of you both. With all that foreplay, he has no trouble sliding in and bottoming out just moments after he lines himself up with your sopping entrance. He muses on the way your body so readily accepts him, as if every part of you were just calling out to him, begging him to drill you into the sheets. Diluc obliges, knowing well and full that he’s in no position to be denying you the pleasure you’re rightfully owed.

He’s buried inside you as far as he can go, hard cock gripped by your walls. Allowing you a few moments of adjustment just in case, his mouth parts from your lips and attaches to one of your nipples, rolling it around on his tongue to perk it up before turning his attention to the other and doing the same. Your lip is caught between your teeth now that it’s not pressed against his, and Diluc gently pulls his length out most of the way, leaving only the head and about half an inch of his thick shaft inside.

And then he slams back in, hips snapping forward so quickly that you don’t have the time to prepare yourself. A yelp escapes you, making Diluc smirk in turn. He’s hard pressed to imagine there’s anything else in the world he likes more than hearing you moan while he plows into you, getting lost in the way you clench around him with every thrust.

“So fucking pretty,” he compliments breathlessly, chasing another high inside you.

You could say roughly the same thing to him if you had half the mind to do so, but you’re so burnt out that it’s impossible to focus on anything other than the way he’s fucking himself into you, —hard and fast. Almost animalistic, as if he’s returned to a far more primal state of evolution and is acting on nothing more than instincts alone.

Still, you passively acknowledge that he looks almost too good to be true like this, hair falling messily in his face as it threatens to fully fall from the low ponytail he has at the back, muscles flexing with every move he makes, working under that fine layer of ivory skin that you just want to mark up under any circumstances imaginable.

After all, it’s not just Diluc that gets off on the thought of possessing you. Knowing that he’d never dare to search for this pleasure in anyone else is exhilarating, and it gives you a sense of pride. Out of everyone in the world who’s ever yearned for him, —all those pretty young women in Mondstadt that stared at him with hearts in their eyes,— you’d outpaced them all. He didn’t choose any of them. He chose you.

“This feel good?” Diluc questions from above, pressing your legs apart a bit more to give himself wider access to your core.

“Y-Yeah,” you confirm, teeth gritting together as your blood begins to pump a little faster.

“I love you like this,” he breathes out, voice unsteady.

No matter what he does, you’re mesmerized by him. He puts the stars in your sky and imprints them upon your eyelids when he pounds you out so good that you start seeing them when your eyes roll back in your skull. He feels like your body is trying to milk him for everything he’s worth, and thus far, it’s working like a charm. Warmth pools in the pit of his stomach, a warning sign for what’s to come if he keeps this up.

He takes your hands, hips never once faltering in their faced paced rhythm as he pins your wrists down against your sternum, steadying himself with you in the process. You’re a mess of whines and moans beneath him, completely and utterly at his mercy. He’s relentless when it comes to pleasure, pushing past every bit of hesitance you could ever manage to muster up, instead replacing it with lust, —the kind that burns hot to the touch.

Diluc gets so much smug satisfaction from the idea that those men who’d been flirting with you downstairs at the gathering would be absolutely eaten up with jealousy if they could see you now, slurring his name in your hazy state as he pumps himself in and out of you, cock slick and shining with your arousal. He knows they’d give the world to be him, —to have you the way he has you right now.

When it comes to you, he loses himself. He loves you so deeply, but seeks to ravage you. Diluc wants to love you, care for you, keep you safe. . . But he also wants to tear you to shreds, wants to sharpen his teeth and sink them right into that pretty neck of yours. He wants to leave you sobbing, overwhelmed by the pressure and the pleasure, wants to absolutely devour you.

He’s not much unlike those men in that retrospect. Sometimes, he also eyes you like prey, —prey that’s his for the taking.

His skin slaps against yours, stinging softly in the wake of his movements.

You’re certain he’s touched every inch of your insides, brushed against every organ in your body, and you’re so far past overstimulated that you’re not even sure that word alone is good enough to describe it. Everything feels good to you, even the dull ache that’s finally registered from the pressure of Diluc pinning your hands to your sternum.

“I-I fucking—” you start, but a harsh moan breaks your sentence apart, and you lose track of those words written on the tip of your tongue.

Diluc steals them when he changes his angle, pressing his body to yours and capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss. His fingers find their way to your clit, doubling your stimulation to send you tumbling off the edge. When you cum around him, he swallows down some desperate moans and lets your body do the rest of the work. He spills inside you, thick, warm, and sticky. His cock is still buried in you a minute or so later, the both of you panting, trying to regain any sliver of composure.

He turns his head to the side, pressing his lips to your temple.

“Good girl,” he mumbles, and you can feel the lazy smile clinging to his lips.

A grin pulls at the corners of your mouth.

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llovekami · 2 years

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dark red / diluc r.

things in this chapter include: soft diluc, soft sex, unprotected sex, masc reader but no pronouns specified, crying (not dacryphilia), intoxicated sex, sub reader, angsty-ish smut

his hands trembled as he saw you walk through the gates of mondstadt. it was too much - he had gotten over you, so why were you back? why had you come back?

your steps echoed in his head. he watched as your hair bounced as the wind blew through your hair, eyes flickering around as you observed. mondstadt had changed since the last time you had been here, which was when you were merely a teenager. you had met diluc years ago - his fiery red hair is what initially caught your attention, but his personality had you hooked. he was so sweet, despite his quietness and despite his reluctance to even be friends with you. he had lost too many. you had spent nearly every day together - and when you had announced you’d be moving to sumeru for the next 7 years. he had tried desperately to convince you to stay, to convince your parents to stay, but when he had saw you with your suit cases and a sorrowful and sad look in your eyes a few days after, he knew it was too late. now, you were 20. you had returned with a better looking suitcase, your clothes tucked and dressed nicely. his hands were clammy as he found every way to avoid you, just hiding inside his winery until he had saw, through the window, that you had left. he had worked for hours, he knew that you’d hated wine. why would you come into a wine industry if you hated wine? and when the moon had just began to rise and the sun began to fall behind the trees, the bell above his entry door had rang, and you stood with a sad smile. “diluc.” you breathed, and it was almost hard to say his name without crying. he stared at you, almost upset that you had remembered his name - remembered his presence. he sucked in air through his teeth. “hello.” he uttered, avoiding your eyes. “i missed you, you know. i-” his eyes snapped back to stare at you, laughing as he shook his head. “but you still left. i told you not to talk to me if you weren’t going to stay in mondstadt, i had lost too many.” he huffed out, brows furrowed as you sighed. “we both know i didn’t have a choice, diluc. stop making me out to be the bad guy n’ fucking listen for once.” your voice. it was so soft, so whimsical, so angelic. it had reminded him of the wind at some point, but the harsh tone you wore reminded him of a tornado, wind too fast, too harsh. he cleared his throat. “right.” you sighed, taking a seat and taking off your coat. “just something sweet and easy to drink.” you muttered, and he chuckled. you hadn’t changed. he grabbed a little thing of grape juice, pouring it into a cup with just a hint of wine hidden along inside of it. the night continued, and the more you had drank the stronger it became. a heat waving over your body, your sleeves rolled upwards as you chuckled. “yeah? all of that happened in just a few years?” you uttered, voice slurring as he nodded. the door had been locked, and the blinds on the window had been shut entirely to block out the outside word. you watched his hands - gods, his hands. so pretty. you ran your hands over every little visible vein that you could see, tapping his fingers against the hard wood. he watched your little hands barely trace over his, and goosebumps seemed to form. “like them?” you nodded. you looked up to him, eyes clouded as you softly dragged your nails upwards, resting your hand on his shoulder. “missed you s’much, y’know. didn’t think you’d still be in mondstadt.” you uttered, causing him to sigh dreamily. “of course i’m here. i’ve got a business to run.” “yeah?” and your hands trailed to cup his cheeks. he leaned into the touch, his breath barely fanning over your lips as he hummed in agreement once more, nodding with a little smirk ghosting over his lips. and just for a moment, the world and time seemed to stop as your lips barely grazed over his, pressing a wanting, a needing kiss over his lips. and he kissed back. something you didn’t expect was for him to kiss back, but gods, when he did it felt like heaven. both hands moved to cup his cheeks, pulling him closer and over the bars counter. he chuckled, removing himself before he walked over to where you were, turning your chair to face him as his hands found home on your hips. your ankles locked behind his hips, lips still greedily smashing against each others. with a whimper, you held him close once he pulled away. “i missed you,” you whined, and the little tears that spilled down your cheeks were washed away comfortingly by his thumb. “i know, i know,” diluc hushed, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he began to unbutton your shirt. “let’s just make tonight last, we can get to the details later, yeah?” he thought of you so much it drove him crazy. pressing hickeys onto your chest, hooking his thumbs underneath your underwear once your pants had came off. tugging them down and sighing dreamily at the sight before him. his own clothes had been partially shed, hair a mess as it was removed from it’s ponytail. it curled and swayed, messy as his cheeks almost barely matched his hair. and for once, it fell silent. you looked at him, the scars he had accumulated over the years, the eyebags that were heavy under his eyes. the little freckles that were dotted along his flustered cheeks, and he admired you in the same way. and the first thrust, the first time he bottomed out after you two had your moments of admiration, it felt so sweet. dark red strands of hair fell in front of your face, bodies covered in slick and shine. he moaned, his eyebrows furrowed as you held onto his tan body. he pressed kisses to your neck and jaw, the only sound available is each others moans and the sound of skin against skin. “don’t-” he began, panting, “don’t leave me again, please- i need you to stay, need you t’be mine.” he whined, and for a moment he almost seemed vulnerable. his thrusts grew erratic, his forehead pressing against your chest. “i belong with you, ‘n only you,” you chuckled, your own chest heaving as your moans barely overpowered your words. “fuck- wait, fuck, i’m gonna cum,” your voice was airy, whiny as he nodded with a laugh. his own hand grabbed softly at your own length, slowly moving in sync with his thrusts. “cum f’me, pretty. come on, fuck!” he came with a strained groan, your own cum coating his hand as he let the both of you ride out your shared high. “only you, darlin’. only you.” you uttered, head tossed back as you tried to catch your breath. “you’re mine, mine.. i love you, i missed you.” he whimpered, and now his own tears slid down his cheeks as he tried to hide it, but the way his body trembled gave it all away. “i know, i know - shh, i love you too, angel. ‘m here now. i’m here for you.”

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eros7hanatos · 2 months

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➽ Sleepless Nights

Husband!Diluc x wife!afab reader Warnings: smut, breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex, I think that’s all? Word count: 811 A/N: inspired by rice-hime’s fic “well into the weekend”. Diluc is so husband AND daddy material I can't-

art creds: asterrales

Your hands tightly grip the sheets, trying to claw your way out, weakly pulling yourself forward as Diluc’s firm hands pull your hips back; eliciting a loud moan from you.

“D-Diluc!” you scream, your voice as shaky as the rest of your body. You turned your head back to see the glistening body of your husband. He looked so pretty like this, watching you through his red hair that kept sticking on his face, whether it was from sweat or your cum, you didn't know nor care.

“Didn't you say you wanted us to have a child, love?” he said in a tone so sweet, not matching with his rough and harsh thrusts. You gasped as he reached deeper inside your cunt, pressing onto that sensitive spot. You two had been married for a while now. He was a great husband, however he was almost always busy with work and his own things. You two hadn't had time alone for a long long time, always falling fast asleep before he had even come home. However today was different, Diluc had come back early and you told him how you felt. In a moment of weakness you let slip that you wanted a child.

“You…want a child with me?” he asked, slowly, as if he was thinking hard about what you just said.

“Yes, but it doesn’t have to be now! I understand that you're busy and don't have time. We haven't had sex since our wedding night…you’re probably too tired after working everyday.” you say, you were a bit sad, you had to admit. You would often masterbate alone, missing his fingers, his mouth, his cock… but he was busy, there’s no way he would be able to have time to pleasure you.

“Then it’s a good thing tomorrow's the weekend.” he surprised you. You look at him, wide eyed.

“B-but what about the tavern? and the winery? They’re both open on weekends.”

“Fuck it. One weekend is worth putting a baby in you.”

And that’s how you got to this situation. Completely fucked out under Diluc. Archons, how long has it been? You then feel that familiar sensation in your lower abdomen, cunt clenching around Diluc’s cock. You screamed, but no noise came out of your throat as you came once more, sucking your husband dry.

“F-fuck. Y-you have such a beautiful cunt, love. All mine. Let me fill you up again, fill you up until I’m sure you’ll bear my child.”

His pace slows, pulling his cock out just below the tip to watch the mixture of yours and his juices ooze out of you before slamming back in. Even as his pace slowed, you felt as if he reached even deeper inside you, poking your womb gently. As if giving it a gentle kiss every time he thrusted.

“D-Diluc!” you moan, chanting his name over and over again, like a mantra. You can feel every inch of his cock, every vein, every crevice rubbing against your walls wet with slick. The sounds of vulgar and messy sex that bounces off the walls drives you crazy, the stench of his cum and yours adding to your madness. “F-feels so good. N-need more of your- Ahh! c-cum!”

“I’ll give it all to you, love. Sh-shit- you’re clenching so tight. J-just lie back there while I pump you full of my seed.”

You feel your cunt pulse, clenching and convulsing, that familiar electric feeling had come to greet you once more. “D-Diluc! C-cumming! ‘M c-cumming!”

“Hah, hold it out, please, for me love? Want us to- Ngh! C-cum together.” Diluc grunts, fastening his pace and deepening his thrusts, reaching places that you’ve never known he could. You whine and scream, trying your best to delay your high as tears fall from your eyes.

“D-Diluc!”

“A-almost there, love. Gonna put a baby in you!” he says, looking at you through the curtain of his blazing red hair once more, his grip tight on your hips as he slams into you over and over, chasing his own high. With a few more harsh thrusts, Diluc grunts, “C-cum for me love. G-gonna breed you so well-”

You both scream, almost in unison, reaching your peaks as a familiar warmth fills your insides. His thrusts continue, letting you ride your high as well as his as he continues giving you his seed which you welcome with open arms, ahem, open legs.

After a moment he stills inside you as your head falls onto the bed sheets below you. You breath heavily then let out a loud gasp as you feel rough fingers brush your clit gently.

“D-Diluc?!” you say, breathlessly as it turns into a moan. Suddenly, you felt his hips snap into action, slamming into your still sensitive cunt as you cry out in overstimulation.

“I said the weekend. We’ve barely even started, love~”

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anantaru · 8 months

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MR. & MRS. RAGNVINDR

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — following your wedding with your soulmate diluc ragnvindr, you find yourself celebrating your new bond on your wedding night.

— ꒰ word count ꒱ — 1.2k

— ꒰ a/n ꒱ — repost of one of my favorite fics of mine <3

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ex]plicit, fem! reader, very soft but also rough idk, he calls you: my wife

"d—diluc.."

a short heaved dwindle of air runs over diluc's neck as he sensually places a kiss on your cheek— right then you taste the transparent love his person held towards you and it flickers and bleeds into your skin featherlight, bodies intertwined and moving in a passionate conjunction.

the crawl of his longing for you wordlessly webs and adjusts to both your saturated cunt and his cock pressing close, breathing clear wrecked with your pulse heightened.

"it's not necessary to use my name." he corrects you, slurred, "i'm your husband now, don't tell me you forgot already?"

and diluc shyly smirks into your lips as he pulls himself into your spongy cunt and expertly wiggles his hips to make sure you're sensing it, all of him, but most efficiently his need and desire to make you, his precious wife, cum and thoroughly pleased.

you try again, trying your utmost hardest to voice anything with your wet lips being perked up all prettily in a well formed pout, holding yourself tight against your husbands body as he worked you both to an everlasting climax. your nails clawed on his defined back and wielded razor sharp scratches on his skin— while between you and him, diluc loved the burn on his flesh the second you claim and mark him up in that precise manner.

"my husband.." the red haired cocks a brow and lifts his head off your neck upon gathering your words, "yes, my wife?"

his cheeks are flushed and couldn’t possible be hidden from you while his pace on you had gotten steadier and pathed faster, and he makes sure to circle his hips whenever he pushes himself in completely, whenever your warm and wet walls would shape and set just right around his shaft.

"i love you." a shaded stream of higher pitched whines and sniffles float around the humid room as diluc groans at this one particular sentence that would always manage to give him the purest kind of intimacy and love. "i love you too."

of course he does, diluc ragnvindr has been making it very obvious each and every day. but tonight, he wanted to make this special day even more extraordinary— while most importantly, was diluc eager to show you all of his skills and tricks in a whole different scenario.

by all means, as one might have already deducted, you two have been intimate in the past, many many times before, while now the pleasuring feeling was growing a tenfold and much more intense, as if you were going to explode from his tip pushing and passing the tight ring of your pussy.

diluc silently wraps your body into his arms and pushes himself forward until you‘re practically squished in between the mattress and his chest— well, breathing room although limited, with the new acquired position he was now able to reach deeper and better into your cunt. his eyes are flickering down on where your softness was constricting and spreading nice and wide, he was so big and you tremble when he began to move once again.

his hips too, were unstoppable and skilled in what they did and your honeyed cries— your moans and begs, fuck, they were his all out favorite if he had to choose one instance, especially when you spelled out the new title he only took possession off tonight.

"this.." it's disgustingly delightful when he speaks within groans, "this is forever." you gush on him and a silent scream rumbles in your belly.

"we're forever."

lustfully— and punctuated, he rolls his girth back into you and scratches your walls, the pink tip repeatedly mushing in your wet spots and interlacing with you. underneath his bangs, you find his eyes aflame, warm and flowing because diluc couldn't get enough of watching you— your squeezed eyes reeking in crystallines from an unfaltering overstimulation, or those lips he had kissed many times before now apart and gifting him with hazed hordes of winces and moans.

sweat matted itself on your coruscating bodies but it only forced your hips to retract their position and close a little up, so you could fuck yourself into him and meet his piercing pace half way. "archons— fuck!" you can feel every twitch on his length and you're clearing his shaft with your liquids, subsequently leaving it to prance down your thighs and stick on the mattress.

"fuck— diluc!" your body suddenly jolts in a manifold of cabling tingles at your lovers following thrust, it was rougher than his usual ones, as if he was trying to silently tell you that you, again, addressed him wrong.

"I'm sorry." you throw your hips upwards and hear him groan repeatedly, signaling his climax benching in his core, "my husband." though you whimper, you spread your legs apart for him more and left it to diluc and his new feral pace to taunt you wider, convulsing on his creamy cock plastered with your slick.

"where— where do you want me, my wife?" his nails sink into your thighs to practically push you back and forth his cock, his head thrown back and exposing his well formed adams apple bobbing up and down. "inside, need it inside, please!"

changing the angles, diluc shifts on the bed, after all, he wants to obey to your requests and split your entrance to make proper space for his smooth cum stuffing you right. he tilts his head back towards you and suffocates the distance of your lips to kiss you when you both deliriously moan into each other and nod frantically, his first spurts of thick cum rushing into you.

the large wave of your own climax was then sneakily closing on your body as you shivered under the towering hold of your lover, your screams loud and hazy, jamming hard as you both fucked yourself through your orgasm.

your toes curl inwards as your legs flew up to clench around his hips, barely comprehending the soul touching stir as he kept fucking you through it all, your bodies drenched in cum and slick but none of you seemed to care, it was the least of your problems, if anything, it wasn't to be called a problem at all.

"fuck, fuck!" it's such a shame you couldn't listen to his whines forever on end, how filthy someone so well behaved like diluc ragnvindr himself could sound at times.

"kiss me again." he asks and you listen, pulling him close for a wet, sloppy peck that was more teeth and tongue than anything else. you snap your fingers into his long hair and tug lightly, smiling as he grunts into you.

no matter how many times you'd do it together, diluc would always end up shy afterwards, as if he didn't just fuck you into oblivion and beyond, right now, he can barely look at you— eyes closed as he continued to search and suck on your bottom lip.

you're hyper aware of this, on what you were able to inflict on him, but now, you can't say anything, voice lost and throat hurting from your on-going moans and cries. with that, he holds his hips still before slowly pulling out of you, his cock semi erect and gradually softening, utterly spent.

glowing red eyes, now fluttering apart and finding yours, unraveling all at once. diluc certainly could never get used to this, not even after making you his wife.

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seineko · 1 year

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minors do not interact!

nail marks on diluc's back.

they aren't intentional and sure, you feel guilty about the pain that they might cause, but...

you can't help but love the way they look on his broad back. can't help but let the feeling of possessiveness burst within you.

the (former) most eligible bachelor of your country, sleeping like a baby in your lap (after completely ruining you), having those marks completely on display for you to watch.

no one would be able to see them through the thick clothing he refuses to remove in all but your presence, you knew that.

but it still didn't change the fact that his body carried your marks. and he only ever let you have that much control over him.

most importantly, only you were allowed to love him the way you did.

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lunargrapejuice · 21 days

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Luna this isn’t a request per say just me filled with unbridled lust for Diluc…….but think about him losing his virginity to you where you sit on the bar at the Angels Share after closing jdhdhxhdh

he is such a sweetheart and gentleman but, he just couldn’t wait any longer to sink his big cock into his beloved right there aahh ♥️ ꒰ ′̥̥̥ ⌑ ‵̥̥̥ ꒱

oh my lordddd gray😭🩷 this.. im totally normal about it - i'm going to go cry over him now🤭❤️

diluc ragnvindr x afab!reader | 3.5k+ words

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, virigin!diluc, sappy love making i couldn't help myself, no pronouns used for reader though reader is wearing a dress

“are you sure there’s nothing i can help with?” you ask diluc with a bit of a pout as he helps you up onto the counter behind the bar on the spot he had wiped down for you. the spot you were becoming more and more familiar with each day you visited angels share to come see him and stayed till past closing time.

you know how stubborn your boyfriend is when it comes to doing things himself but helping close up the tavern didn’t have to be one of them. you really didn’t mind helping and yet, like each time you’ve offered before, a smile with his soft expression and a shake of his head before he leans in to kiss your cheek and decline your offer.

“i won’t be long,” he promises, the warmth of his lips on your skin when he presses them on your cheek at the same time his hands help tug down the hem of your dress and keep you covered.

his touch lingers as though he hadn’t wanted to pull away and truthfully, he hadn’t. his heart had been beating out of sync ever since you walked through the doors of the tavern and even when he thought it was finally getting back to normal, you would laugh or call his name and he would feel the uncontrollable fluter in his chest. and archons when his eyes betrayed him and he caught more than a few glances of your bare thighs under the hem of your dress and the soft skin of your chest where it dips in a perfect display of your chest, heat spread through his entire body like wildfire.

it lingers still at the swipe of his thumbs on your thighs, leather covered fingers barely sliding under the fabric of your dress, before he forces himself to pull away and hurry upstairs to clean up.

you swing your legs back and forth and listen to the familiar boot steps of diluc from upstairs, feeling your skin still tingle from where he had touched you and the way you ache for more. it wasn’t a new feeling when it came to diluc but you swore it was growing more every day.

it’s not long before he returns to behind the bar with glasses in his hands, placing them in the sink not far from you and you stare at him for far longer than you should, drinking in every bit of him; the way his hair cascades down his broad shoulders and back like a crimson waterfall, collected in a dark ribbon. the curve of his nose and lips that you want to kiss every inch of. the stretch of the fabric of his outfit around his muscular build as he moves and flexes. the band around his thigh that peeks out from behind his coat when he walks.

diluc can feel your eyes on him but it’s not as though he could say he didn’t understand, though it didn’t stop his cheeks from warming. you had always caught his attention. before and after you promised yourself to him, he could not take his eyes off of you and if anything, it had only grown since he became yours. even from the second floor only minutes ago, he stole many glances at you patiently waiting for him and picked up his pace to help ease the want for you that he feels in every fiber of his being.

and perhaps he should have known the danger of indulging in it before he was finished closing. just a bit, he told himself with the step he took that brought him between your legs, but there was nothing within him that could settle for ‘just a bit’ when everything he felt for you burned more intensely than the flames of his vision and the pyro archon herself.

your skin glows under the warm light of the tavern and he catches the sparkle in your eye, the smile on your face, before you’ve captured him in a sweet kiss and his lashes flutter closed at the feeling of his lips on yours. it’s perfect. you’re perfect and he can’t believe you’ve chosen him out of everyone in teyvat but you have long been burned into his very soul and he never ever wants to let you go.

it’s an overwhelming feeling that makes it near impossible to pull away from you at this moment, not that he wants to. no, he needs more of you. always more until he worries his love might devour you both but you have never been afraid, not of his flames or the darkness that follows him and certainly not of the ways he shows you how he feels about you.

strong hands come to rest on your sides, gently squeezing you with the break and reconnection of your lips but they move to your back when diluc deepens the kiss, passionate and heart stopping, your bum moving along the fabric of your dress as he pulls you flush against him and in turn you wrap your arms around his neck.

he groans low, like he was trying to swallow it, when your thighs flex around his torso at the touch of your tongues and his grip on you tightens, somehow trying to pull you away and closer to him at the same time. it’s too much and not enough and even if it felt like it might kill him to part from you right now, if he doesn’t stop himself -

“‘luc-” your voice is breathless, barely audible through your kisses and joined by an involuntary rock of your hips against his that makes him suck in a quick breath, one large hand coming to grip your hip and still your movements.

resting his forehead on yours, trying to take in a breath to calm himself, he replies in a whisper of your name, his voice thick and heavy with not want but need. nothing is helping bring him from this place of burning desire and love. every breath he takes is full of your sweet scent and what lingers of the non alcoholic drink he made you tonight. underneath his palms is only you, your softness and warmth that's like pure sunlight rather than any flames he’s known. the taste of you is on his tongue and his kiss swollen lips and you fit perfectly against him with your hips still flush, the pressure of his cock straining against his pants and trying to avoid the most intimate part of you even though it’s hard, so fucking hard, only for you.

his cheeks burn, his heart thumping so loudly he can hear it under your panting breaths. he needs you so badly. he loves you more than he thought he ever could and beyond what he deserves but you’re clinging to him like you need him just as much, like you love him with the same intensity he feels for you. it’s all he can feel, all he can think about, all he can focus on, when he asks, “can i.. can i touch you?”

you’re eager to nod your head, feeling his bangs tickle your skin. “please,” you all but whimper, your arms around his neck pulling with little force to bring him to your lips once more.

with ease he helps you settle more comfortably on your butt and your legs spread for him. he breaks your kiss, pulling away from you, much to your hearts dismay, but you can still feel how close he is and when your eyes slowly open, your vision clears to watch diluc pull off his last glove, revealing the pale scarred hands you longed to feel all over you.

they’re beautiful, just like the rest of him and the feel of them on your bare thighs, right underneath your dress, so calloused and warm, makes your body burst like a skyline full of fireworks and its as if the stars in the sky are exploding alongside them with every nerve he lights on fire when his lips meet your neck.

almost achingly slow and with a detectable tremble, his hands move up your thighs as he kisses the delicate skin of your neck. your legs spread wider, your hands sinking into his hair, and at the slightest graze of his fingers on the wet spot pooling on your panties your legs begin to shake.

“is this okay?” he asks, heated lips lingering on your neck, his fingers just barely out of reach from where you needed them the most right now while he awaits your reply, still shaking with anticipation and desire.

one of your hands moves from his neck, cupping his chin and bringing him to look at you. “yes, more than okay,” you assure him, your eyes locking for a moment and then you’re kissing him, sweet and slow.

his movements are intentional, achingly tender like he worries you might break under too much pressure as he moves your panties to the side and lets his fingers delve into the soft silkiness of your pussy, sticky and warm and so receptive to his touch.

chest rising and falling with deep breaths that only fuel the fire within him, dark scarlet eyes take in and memorize your every reaction to the pads of his fingers stroking up and down your wet folds. he takes note of every place your hips buck up and your lips part, everytime your knees tremble at the pressure on your little bundle of nerves and you tug at his hair that sent pleasure straight to his cock.

fuck he thinks he could cum just from touching you, from watching you unravel from pleasure. all because of him, only for him. and he feels his boxers getting sticky with precum when his fingers slide down to your entrance and he sinks a thick digit into you.

you’re so wet your essence starts to soak his palm the deeper he pushes into you and when he adds a second finger, feeling how tight you are around them, the lewd sounds of your pussy join the noises he pulls from you with every pump of his fingers. they’re inexperienced but quick to learn; so wonderful in their thickness, their attentiveness to you, and it doesn’t take diluc long to figure out where to touch to have you crying out his name.

and you think you might cry period. this.. diluc.. everything feels so wonderful, like you are made for each other; two halves that have finally reunited but are on the precipice of fusing together in a way they never have before and you want him in every way he’ll let you have him, want to give him every single part of you, now and forever.

diluc wants to give you the same. please take all of him, accept all of him; every broken piece that you always seem to handle with such love. he wants to continue taking in your every reaction to but his lips ache to be with yours once more and with his free hand, he pulls you into a kiss, curling his fingers inside of you, finding that perfect spot at the same moment his tongue delves into your mouth and you moan into it, pull him closer, deeper and he feels the last of his control to not take you on the bar, lose his virginity in the tavern, slipping. he’s desperate to show you in this way how much you mean to him, what you do to him.

though there's never been any doubt in his mind this is what he wanted with you, he’s never been with anyone in this way and he’d never thought your first time would be on the bar top but there is no denying how right this feels, that he can’t wait unless you need him to.

breaking your kiss, he says your name, his tone serious and the movements of his fingers stop slowly after. messy and sticky they leave you terribly empty and your eyes open in protest. you’re met with an expression that is overwhelming, breath stealing, full of so so many emotions you don’t know where to begin to describe them but behind it all is pure, burning, love that you can never be without again.

“i won’t be able to hold back any longer if we continue,” he says and his deep tone makes the heat between your legs intensify, your cheeks flush and your hands hold onto him like he might slip from your grasp. “tell me to sto-”

you don’t let him finish before you’re closing the distance between your lips. that was the very last thing you wanted, your heart couldn't handle even hearing the words from him unless it’s what he wanted. “don’t stop. please diluc don’t stop.”

without breaking your kisses or the devouring of your tongues, in his seemingly endless strength, he lifts you from the counter and pulls your panties to your knees in one swift motion, swallowing your little yelp of surprise. a string of saliva still connects you when he has to pull away with panting breaths and it breaks against his lips like a glossy sheen as he takes a small step back to guide your underwear the rest of the way down your legs.

he sheds his coat too, putting both on the counter next to you, never taking his attention away from you; the glistening of your wet pussy in the tavern light, your heaving chest close to spilling out of your dress and the most beautiful expression on your face.

you shift, your dress falling over the top of your legs as you reach for him. with his fingers laced with yours, together you unbuckle his belt and undo the lacing of his pants. you let him pull down his boxers, freeing his cock that makes your mouth water and your cunt clench around nothing. it’s unbelievable, so big and thick, and flushed pink, his mushroom tip sticky with pre and feels heavy in your hand in a way that makes your head dizzy.

“you have no idea what you do to me,” he tries to get the words out as you pump him slow and the space between you becomes non-existent but they come out in nearly a growl through his clenched teeth at the way your hand feels around him. it's like nothing else, not even close to how his own hand has felt when he lost himself to thoughts of you, and he can hardly fathom what it will feel like to be inside of you.

every breath you share, every heart beat in tandem with the others, there is only you two in the world right now and even if it is not what he had thought for your first time making love, no candle light or rose petals or silken sheets, there only ever needed to be you. the holder of his heart and your own that you had given a man as unworthy as him in return, that he would protect and love until the light in his vision goes out.

his hands are desperate for you, holding you at the edge of the counter while he moves your dress to pool around your hips and you guide his cock to your entrance. his hand wraps around your wrist, pulling your hand away from his throbbing length and bringing it back around his neck.

“i love you.” it’s not the first time he’s confessed the words to you, nor would it be the last, but as if to emphasize how true they actually are, he seals the words with a kiss, his hold on you trembling with held back strength as he lowers you onto his cock.

a breathless moan of your name escapes his throat and he worries his hold on you may bruise but his sanity and control are slipping the deeper he is inside of your tight walls but he’s completely captivated, utterly drunk, off of your every reaction that tells him not to stop.

you have no other words to describe it other than you’re clinging to him in every way possible. your hands buried in thick crimson locks, your legs around his slim waist, your lips locked, your pussy so fucking full of him. it’s a delicious stretch that has you whimpering and never ever wanting this to end.

when he’s fully sheathed inside you, his head drops to your chest, taking in a shuddering breath, the softness of his messy curls on your breasts and neck only adding to every sensation you are feeling.

“i love you - i love you so much,” you’re finally able to reply, moving your hips and hearing the deep gasp he can’t hold back before kissing your chest and thrusting his hips, pulling out to nearly the tip with a groan against your skin and pushing back into you slow as he litters your chest with his love, heated, messy and that make your skin tingle.

your words only spur him on, make his heart surge in its need to give you everything, and he can’t be apart from your lips for a moment longer. he keeps his slow pace, pulling away from your chest and looking at you through heavy lashes and dark scarlet eyes that kindle with fire for just long enough to capture and drink in your beauty before his lips are devouring yours.

the slapping of his heavy balls against your bum that’s barely on the counter anymore fills the empty tavern, joins the murmurs of love and pleasure that escape you both. dilucs pace becomes faster, hitting the deepest part of you until he finds a rhythm that has you squeezing around him, your teeth nipping at his bottom lip and when he brings you down on his length in time with his thrust in turn, you sweetly cry out his name.

he’s so lost in the way you feel, how desperately you hold him and he’s ready to burst at any moment but there is no doubt to him that your pleasure is his own and he’d use every once of his will power to ensure you found yours before he even considered his. diluc wanted nothing more than to make you feel good, to give you pleasure in a way no one else can, to love you.

“‘m so.. so close,” you say as though you had known what was within him, what the deepest part of his heart craves but there’s no denying your words of rapture also go straight to his cock.

he buries his face in your neck, trying to hold back the sounds that bubble up his throat, clenching his teeth as he rocks in and out you. he holds onto you as tightly as he is the last bit of his sanity but his head is dizzy, overwhelmed with the feel of your soft skin under the grasp of his fingers and the way you squeeze around his cock like he’s never experienced before and the way his heart is beating its way through his chest to get to you, as close as it possibly can.

“ahh! diluc - !”

the pressure between your legs gives way, your velvety walls sucking him in, clenching around his cock so tight he can’t even breathe and there is no question that where he holds you in his hands will bruise later. he captures your lips, his kiss as intense and searing as the orgasm that washes over him within seconds. the wanton whimper you let out from being stuffed so full of him and his plentiful cum is as lovely as it is sinful, one he will never forget, one he wants to hear again and again.

a salty droplet catches on the corner of his lips that are pressed against yours and so quickly, too quickly than you could handle, he pulls away from you. he can’t let you go but his heart is hammering in his chest at the sight of the crystalline tears clinging to your lashes.

“did i hurt you?” his voice is as shaky as his trust in himself with you is if he had lost himself too much.

“no!” you’re quick to reply, not wanting him to get any farther away from you than he already is or let his worries consume him when you were okay - archons you were so much more than just okay. you cup both of his cheeks in the home of your palms, your thumbs soothing over his pink hued cheeks. “not at all. i’m just..” you didn’t know if there was really a word to describe it. nothing you know feels like enough. “i’m so in love with you diluc.”

the relief, the happiness it brings him to hear you say that, is evident on his face, the way he leans into your touch, the cool wetness on your burning fingers from his own overflowing emotions.

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lyxandria · 1 month

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daddy - diluc x f!reader

word count: 1748 cw: nsfw- mdni; smut; piv; multiple orgasms; missionary; mating press; overstimulation; size kink; begging; breeding kink; creampie; no protection used/condom fell off; talk of pregnancy; daddy kink; praise kink (reader referred to as "good girl"); female-bodied reader.

you couldn't believe this was really happening. a casual night of hanging out, sharing take-out and watching a movie with your longtime friend – your very cute friend whom you had just a mild crush on – turned into him confessing his attraction to you after an accidental kiss.

one kiss led to another that led to more that led to you falling onto his bed.

naked.

your body was on fire as he disrobed in front of you. his cock sprang to attention; already hard, his length nearly reached his belly button.

unable to take your eyes off him – or rather, his thick, throbbing cock – your core flooded with heat, arousal quickly dampening your panties as you imagined his cock pounding your pussy.

“there's no going back if we do this," he said, giving you one last, final out as his bare body hovered over yours, the tip of his cock pressing against your thigh.

“we can still be friends,” you said, foolishly hopeful, not wanting to lose one of your closest friends. perhaps even best friend.

“friends who screw each other?” he asked, smirking when you nodded in agreement.

neither of you were looking for anything serious – life was busy with new jobs and life just starting out, and neither of you had the time or energy to properly cultivate a healthy, long-term relationship. but sometimes, you had an itch that needed to be scratched, one that you needed help reaching.

and diluc wanted to be the one to scratch that itch for you.

“yes,” you moaned loudly as he sunk his thick cock slowly inside you, changing the nature of your friendship forever.

****

this arrangement went on for some time. you had your regular dates as well as those times when one was feeling particularly needy.

tonight was one of those needy nights.

“i need to see you.” desperation was thick in diluc’s voice as he practically begged you to come by and relieve him.

you quickly changed into a dress – something simple and cute with easy access – and made your way to his place.

he was on you as soon as you walked through the door, like a tiger pouncing on a rabbit, pushing you roughly against the wall. his lips immediately on yours, his tongue invaded your warm mouth, a tease of things to come.

“i missed you,” he whispered between sloppy kisses, his cock so hard you could feel the bulge through his pants.

“i need you," he pleaded, his voice ragged, reeking of desperation. diluc pressed his body against yours, his tall frame towering over yours, rubbing his hips against yours.

“my hand just doesn't feel as good as your pussy.”

heat rose to your cheeks, arousal dripping down your leg at the thought of him pleasuring himself while thinking of you. you needed him, too. desperately.

he guided you to the large bed – one that had been witness to numerous lovemaking sessions – disrobing each other on the way there. he pushed you down on the bed; falling on your back, he climbed onto the bed after you. he sat on his knees before your naked body and took a minute to enjoy the view of your beautiful bare body spread out before him. his eyes lingered on your curves as his gaze roved over your body – a feast for a starving man. he placed both his large hands on your thighs and easily spread your legs, your pussy now on display for his eyes only.

he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom. dipping his fingers along your entrance, he collected some of your slick and coated his length in it before sliding on the condom. only then did he climb on top of you and rub the tip of his thick hard cock along your soaked slit.

he gazed into your eyes as he began to sink inside you, inch by painfully slow inch. diluc, the sweetheart that he was, never wanted to hurt you and made sure to ease his thick cock into you.

despite how many times diluc had fucked you, you always felt a bit of a thrill when you saw his big, beautiful cock sliding into your pussy. no matter how many times he had fucked you, you were still as tight as the first time.

his cock was long and thick and magnificent; it was the kind of cock that could split your body in half if he wanted to and destroy you so badly that you were left begging for more.

“so tight,” he groaned as he took his time stretching your walls, giving you time to adjust to his massive size. you dragged your hands down his back, fingers digging into the soft supple skin on his ass, pulling him closer to you, deeper inside you. your moans mingled, your bodies becoming one as he bottomed out, the feeling of fullness always overwhelming at first.

“good girl,” he praised, his balls slapping your ass, the sounds a lewd call to how deep his cock was inside you. you glanced down to where your bodies were joined; a sense of pride filled your heart knowing you fit his entire thick length inside your pussy.

“i needed this,” he whispered, burying his head on your shoulders waiting for you to acclimate to his large size. untying his ponytail, his hair tumbled down his shoulders, allowing you to weave your fingers through the long, red strands.

you needed this, too. without waiting, you lifted your hips, your walls squeezing his length, silently inviting him to fuck you.

he groaned, his teeth grazing your neck before biting down on your delicate skin. “i can't promise I'll be gentle tonight,” he warned, his biting kiss stinging with pain as his teeth sunk into your skin.

diluc was usually a gentle lover, preferring soft sex over rough. but every so often, he needed to fuck you hard and rail you. he would always warn you when he was in one of those moods, and you were always more than happy to spread your legs wider for him on those occasions.

if anything, you had slowly begun to become addicted to being fucked hard and rough, but you were always too shy to say anything. naturally, when he said this to you tonight, your body buzzed with excitement.

you kissed him while your pussy clamped down on his hard cock, squeezing his shaft. he broke the kiss, caging you between his arms as he pulled his cock out, leaving just the tip inside, and snapped his hips against yours, drilling his cock deep inside.

he grunted loudly as he roughly slammed his cock inside, treating your pussy like his own personal fleshlight. your body was a raging fire, the waves of pleasure ready to crash at any moment.

“fuck,” he muttered, stilling his thrusts, the peak of your pleasure slipping from your reach.

“why'd you stop?” you whimpered, digging your fingers in his back, trying to keep his cock inside you.

he looked down at your leg; your eyes followed his, spotting the problem stuck to your thigh.

the condom fell off…

when he began to pull out, you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, his cock slowly sinking back inside. “don't you dare pull out.” your pussy squeezed his shaft, not letting go.

“what if i–”

you knew what he was going to say – what if i impregnate you. with the amount of sex you've had recently, the thought had crossed your mind a time or two – no form of protection was 100%. but, if you were completely honest with yourself, whenever the possibility crossed your mind, the idea of diluc filled you so much, your belly swelled with his child…

it brought a smile to your face.

you bit your lip, nervous to speak these feelings aloud. “it's okay… i want to feel you when you –”

he covered your mouth with his just as he drilled his cock into you, the pain delicious as he fucked you so hard you thought your body would break in half.

his thrusts were erratic and wild, like an animal in heat. it felt amazing to be fucked raw, no condom to dull the sensations. it was a feeling you knew you'd quickly become addicted to, maybe even already addicted.

“daddy loves you," he moaned, his pace increasing as he railed you, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave bruises.

you were close to losing it when you heard him call himself daddy. was this a new kink you didn't even know you had? was he even aware of what he was saying? it didn't really matter one way or another as your core flooded, creaming on his cock, your orgasm blowing your mind, leaving you trembling with aftershocks.

“tell me you want this," he groaned as he lifted your legs, guiding your ankles over his shoulders. the new position allowed him to penetrate you deeper, his thrusts overstimulating, hitting harder as he broke your limp body in half.

“i, ahh…want this,” you managed to get out, your voice a pathetic, breathless whimper, your body engulfed in the waves of pleasure. your breasts bounced vigorously with each thrust; if his goal was to destroy you, he was succeeding.

“you like this, don't you?” he watched, pleased, as you came undone once more, your hands tugging on his hair as rapture rolled through your body, your mind blank and cock-drunk unable to express a single thought.

“daddy's gonna fuck a baby inside ya,” he grunted, shoving his cock in so deep, kissing your cervix, his seed spilling inside your womb painting your walls white.

“such a good girl. take every last drop from daddy,” he coaxed gently as he stayed inside you, allowing you to squeeze his cock, milking his balls of everything he had. your body quivered; hearing him call himself that again sent you spiraling over the edge once more. you still didn't know what it was – just a kink or a real desire to be bred – but whichever it was, you were already addicted.

he kept his cock in you, plugging your pussy, helping ensure not a single drop was wasted. your body writhed under his, the overstimulation unreal. his cock began to spasm, a sign he was getting hard again. you bucked your hips up, eager for daddy to fuck you again and fill you with his seed, only this time harder and faster.

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wh1msic4alwasab1 · 28 days

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“𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡”ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

synopsis: diluc using you infront of the other maids

tags: exhibitionism, fr33use, vulgar, explicit, i’m not getting into heaven

wrd cnt: 640+

a/n: lord have mercy on my SOUL.

Being Dilucs maid is the best thing that could have happened to you. He wanted you and you fully. Sure, he had plenty of other maids but they could never posses him with the same feelings you gave him. And he made that quite clear.

He’d check your work every now and then, and tonight he was watching as you swiped the dining table. A few other maids were cleaning around the place, some in the lobby, or the wine cellar, and some replacing the wood in the fireplace.

He walked up behind you, inspecting your work.

He took a finger and swiped it across the wood, “Good girl,” he murmured, his fingers trailing up your thighs. “Now, I want you to bend over the table and lift your skirt.”  The boldness of his words left your face in a deep rouge of red. Everyone was in the room, yet you did as he said, the cool wooden surface pressing against your stomach as you lifted your skirt, exposing your lace panties to the room. You could feel the other maids' eyes on you, but you couldn't bring yourself to care as Diluc's hand came down on your bare skin with a loud smack.  “I think it’s time you took a small break”, he growled, his hand coming down again and again, the sting turning into pleasure with each strike. “Do you want that dear?.” He pulled your panties off and left them at your ankles, one large hand on your ass while he played with your folds, spreading them apart and coating his fingers in your juices.   You moaned in agreement, your arousal dripping down your thighs as he continued to spank you, the other maids' gasps and whispers only adding to the heat in your core. But Diluc seemed unfazed, his attention solely on you and the pleasure he was giving you.

“You did such wonderful work for me today.” He says, “You’re so wet, do you like it when they watch you? They’re all staring at your wet cunt.” He whispered against your ear, hunched over and grinding his clothed cock on your rear.

You can only nod and drool around the fingers in your mouth, sucking on them as you look behind you to meet his eyes, the same ones he just put in your hole moments ago.

He chuckled, reveling in the sight of your sluttiness.

“You want them to watch you take my cock?” he asked, his voice husky with desire.  You nodded, bracing yourself as he positioned himself behind you, his hand gripping your hip as he pushed into you with one smooth thrust. You cried out at the feeling of his size filling you, your head spinning with pleasure and the thrill of being used by him in front of others.

“I expect the rest of you to keep working.” He announcement, the flock of women turning their faces and moving their dusters around.

Diluc's pace was slow and steady, his hand on your hip guiding you as he slammed into you over and over again. You could hear the other maids mumbling behind the tables and overlooking down from the stairs or second floor, but all you could focus on was the intense pleasure radiating through your body.  His words only added fuel to the fire, and you could feel yourself nearing your release. You dug your nails into the wooden table, trying to hold on as Diluc's thrusts became more urgent.  “You’re close aren’t you,” he growled, his hand reaching around to rub your clit. “Cum all over my cock, I know you want to. You’ve done it plenty before. Show them what a little slut you are”.   And that was all it took for you to come undone, your body shaking with pleasure as Diluc continued to thrust into you, riding out your orgasm. He soon followed, his body tensing as he emptied himself inside you in a deep guttural moan, fucking all his cum inside your hole before watching it drip out onto the floor.

He picked the first maid he could see hiding behind the curtain to clean it up.

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exchangestudentnova · 10 months

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Diluc is never truly rough with you.

Being gentle with you comes naturally to him, which can be seen in the way he interacts with you, the way he speaks to you, the way he looks at you, the way he caresses you as you sleep peacefully beside him. His conviction to keep you away from harm is his driving force, and everyday he wakes up with only one thought in mind, which is to keep you smiling and happy.

But tonight was different, tonight he had a lustful fire in his eyes that could only be brought in control by watching the tears of pleasure streaming down your face

He's relentless with his speed, he meets your cervix each time his hips roll forward, guided by pure ecstasy. The Searing Onslaught of his harsh, hot stokes leaves you breathless, your half-moaning half-screaming self not being able to comprehend any other thing. His speed gradually picks up as he gets closer, the two of you reaching your highs for the nth time for the night.

The chirping of birds mark the arrival of Dawn, your eyes open and you come face to face with Diluc's muscular chest, his arms wrapped around you, keeping you warm and cozy under the covers. He has a pained look on his face, remembering past nights activities and their effect on you. The soft sun rays feel like a blessing of phoenix as he rushes to bring a warm water cloth for you, checking and rechecking your body for any bruises, for any soreness

Lines of apologies are directed towards you but you smile, knowing that Diluc will never, ever be truly rough with you.

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JEALOUSY - DILUC RAGNVINDR

Summary: Everyone knows the reader is Diluc's wife. Everyone except Kaeya, of course, who still thinks he has a shot at sleeping with her. After a long day of battle, Diluc teaches Kaeya his lesson. Pairing: Diluc x fem!reader (Lumine based) Genre: smut. Warnings: swearing, voyeruism, orgasm control, dom!jealous!Diluc, pervert!Kaeya, male masturbation, breeding, Diluc being a dick :D A/N: this is my first Genshin fic! I've been in love with Diluc ever since I started playing last month. Hope you like it, hopefully it's not too bad! Here's the inspiration for YN's nightie.

As much as Diluc Ragnvindr despised the Knights of the Favonius, he still kept tabs on where they were, what they were doing and if they needed help. The reason? His wife was one of them ever since she came to Mondstadt as a traveller.

Diluc had had his eyes on her ever since they had first met, but he knew there was competition. Everyone knew he was going to marry you one day, he'd made it clear to the entire village. Well. Everyone except Kaeya, who still liked to ignore the fact that you were Diluc's wife, not his.

Kaeya was always flirting with Diluc's wife, always asking her if and when she wanted to meet up with him, complementing her fighting skills, looking at her when he thought no one was (except Diluc, of course), always trying to get close to her.

Of course, Kaeya always had this flair to impress people, especially girls, especially pretty girls, which Diluc's wife was, with her pretty blonde hair and blue eyes that always glistened with happiness and love. But what Kaeya didn't know was that Diluc knew everything going on in his brother's head; because it was going through his too. Too slow, Kaeya. She was Diluc's first.

Diluc always hated when you went off on one of your quests. He had it in his right mind to revoke you from being a Knight of the Favonius if you weren't one of their best soldiers. Nevertheless, it was midday when you bid him goodbye, kissing him on the cheek before standing in between Amber, Lisa and a very smug looking Kaeya. Diluc tried his best not to grit his teeth, smiling and waving at you as you stepped towards the Teleport Waypoint.

Once you were gone, Diluc kicked the door of the Dawn Winery. Patton and other villages looked at him strange, but he couldn't care less. He slammed the door shut, overturning the closed sign on the front door, yelling at customers inside to get out before sighing and sitting behind the bar.

Hours and hours past until late evening, and they still weren't back yet. He grunted loudly before getting up, slamming the door of the Winery once more, making his own way to the Teleport Waypoint.

Sure enough, there they all were, getting constantly defeated by a ruin guard. Diluc scanned the area, smiling at the sight of how pretty his wife was, even in battle.

She fired all her elemental power at the guard before tripping and turning her back. Diluc's heart was beating a thousand miles now as he watched in anticipation from the steps of the ruin as the guard fired explosives at his wife. The two girls shrieked loudly, running to YN's side. Kaeya froze the guard and Diluc roared, jumping up from a pillar, thrusting his sword into the guard's head.

Paimon hovered above YN, barking orders at Amber and Lisa, her high pitched voice making Diluc's teeth grind. All Diluc saw was red as he made his way over.

"Kaeya," sniffled Lisa, "we need your help." Diluc's head snapped up, "what could this pervert possibly be helpful for?" Kaeya stuttered loudly, "pervert?!" And Diluc growled, "I SAW YOU looking up my wife's skirt!" Kaeya glared at Diluc, "I remember no such thing. You're just delusional because you think everyone wants to bang-" BANG. Kaeya fell to the side, stumbling from Diluc's punch.

The girls shrieked again. Diluc smirked, "what is it? Cat got your tongue?"

"Master Diluc!" Pamion snapped. Kaeya got up, hissing at his older brother, wiping the blood from his lips. "Do you see these burns on her?" Pamion gently lifted YN's shirt. Diluc gritted his teeth. "Only Kaeya can heal them, and we don't have any other options. If we are to be back in Mondstat before tomorrow and she is to be in your arms safe in the Winery, please co-operate!"

Diluc hissed, "and have this pervert touch her? Absolutely not." Pamion hissed back at him before disappearing. "Master Diluc!" Shouted both girls angrily. "Why would anyone look at your wife? We all know how much-"

"Diluc," said a softer, timid voice, calming him instantly, making him worry more than be jealous. "My love?" He kissed your forehead. You coughed, "it hurts." He bit his lip and sighed, nodding. "Alright, honey. It'll be okay. Kaeya, please help her."

Kaeya hissed, "that's what I was trying to do." Diluc merely rolled his eyes, waving off the younger's words.

Kaeya placed his hands on YN's chest (so, so punchable), cooling the burns with his elemental power. Instantly, your face regained its colour. You sat up, smiling, "thank you." Kaeya grunted, rolling his eyes.

All Diluc did was glare at his brother before kissing your lips softly, helping you up. Amber and Lisa shared looks with each other, making their way back to the Teleport Waypoint.

Back in Mondstadt, Diluc let you rest during and a little after dinner with the team in the tavern where you regained your strength. Kaeya, the prick he was, was staying in one of the Dawn Winery's rooms for the night.

It was around midnight when the group finally departed to their respected quarters. Kaeya wove goodbye to you, and Diluc smiled, an idea forming in his head, finally putting the jealousy to rest. He took your hand in his, leading you you to the master bedroom. Diluc was planning on buying a mansion soon with the money from the winery, but for now this was your residence.

"You're not still mad about Kaeya, are you, my love?" you looked back at him, taking off your armour in the mirror. Diluc grunted, "a little, but I'll be fine." taking off his gloves, putting his hands in his pockets and and walking over.

Diluc kissed the left side of your neck softly and your eyes fluttered closed as you giggled quietly, "mm, you're adorable." if anyone else called him that, Diluc might just shred them to bits. But he gave his wife a proper, genuine smile. "Am I?" and you nodded, "the cutest."

Diluc kissed you on your lips deeply and pressing you against the mirror. "Oh," you mumbled softly, "what's gotten into you, Master Diluc?" and he grunted again, "don't call me that, my love. You know what it does to me," his eyes turning a darker shade of red.

Diluc made sure to frown, "I can't remember if Charles locked up. I'll be back in a moment, stay there, yes?" And he kissed your cheek, putting his pointer finger in the slit of your silver nightie, pulling the silk down so that he could see your breasts. He smirked and you sighed dreamily at him, "yes, Master Diluc." He smiled, "good girl."

Diluc put his gloves back on before shutting the door. Kaeya was in one of the smaller rooms as he he often travelled alone. Diluc didn't care if his brother was sleeping or not, and rapped loudly on the door. "Okay, okay!" Kaeya shouted from inside.

The door opened and Diluc smirked again. Kaeya sighed in annoyance. "What is it, you inssuferable-" but Diluc wove his hand, cutting him off. "YN wants you." and Kaeya frowned suspiciously. "What exactly does your beloved wife need me for?" Diluc rolled his eyes, drawling his words. "Don't you know to be respectful to your host?" and Kaeya snarled, "why, you little-" the younger reached to punch the older, but Diluc saw it a mile away, and instead grabbed his brother's wrist.

"Don't you enjoy helping my wife?" Diluc hissed. "Come."

It had been ten minutes and you were starting to get antsy when Diluc flung the door open, pulling a a very very angry blue-headed man behind him. "Kaeya?!" You startled up, making sure the nightie covered your breasts. Kaeya couldn't help but stare and get hard. You shrieked loudly and ran to find the nearest item of clothing, one of Diluc's soft velvet cloaks.

Diluc rolled his eyes, hand gripping his brother's wrist. "I thought I told you to stay put?" He drawled, flinging his brother into the maroon arm chair next to the master bed. Kaeya made for the door, but Diluc hissed, kicking it shut with his boot.

"Master Diluc!" You stuttered, backing up against the wall, "what are you doing, my love?" And Diluc smiled innocently, "teaching my dear brother a lesson. Look, he's already hard. Didn't I tell you he was a pervert?" Fuck. If your husband wasn't the hottest man in the world, no one was.

"Pervert?!" spat Kaeya, "you're the one fucking her infront of me!" and Diluc laughed one of the Loudest laughs you'd ever heard him laugh in your life. "You were the one looking up her skirt," Diluc snarled, "after I had just bred her the night thereof? Did my seed on her skin make you that horny?"

Kaeya coughed, "I have no idea what you're talking about." he gripped the arms of the chair. Diluc smirked, "well, my wife and I are trying to concieve child, and the day after, you look up her skirt. Don't you know who she belongs to, brother?" and he grabbed grabbed your waist, flinging you onto the bed, making you shriek loudly.

There was none of the usual teasing teasing and foreplay involved. Not even any preparation, as if you still needed some. Diluc unzipped his pants and lifted your nightie over your head before leaning down and thrusting inside you, all of his anger finally released.

"Diluc!" you screamed his name, each syllable of his name lined with both pain and pleasure. You would never get used to the size of his cock. You had slept with a multitude of men Mondstat before bedding Diluc, and nothing compared to him. Diluc grunted softly, kissing your neck. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he hit your spot with one thrust.

"Fuck," he grunted, "you're still so fucking tight. Does this audience turn you on, my love?" you mewled under him, blushing. He cackled loudly, the sound booming. "Feel free to touch yourself," he shot at Kaeya, "but never look at my wife unless I allow you."

Yes, Kaeya knew she and Diluc were trying for a child. Everyone in Mondstat did. Not just because of Diluc boasting about it every five seconds, but also because everyone could hear what was happening in the winery every day since late April. It was July now and no one had the guts to bring it up.

Kaeya moaned loudly at the sight of tiny YN underneath Diluc, unbuckling his pants and stroking his member, wishing it was him fucking the swet, innocent girl she protrayed herself as. When she first came to Mondstadt, Kaeya had wanted to fuck her guts out immediately because of her innocent stature. Fuck you, Diluc.

Diluc's hips snapped as he he thrust into your dripping cunt, pale skin shining under the candlelight. Diluc moaned loudly, "fuck, you feel so so fucking good. You're so fucking perfect, look how well you take my cock." he slowed down, kissing your breasts. "I'm gonna breed you now, love." and you nodded, barely processing anything except for how good that huge cock of his felt.

"Fuck," Diluc moaned lewdley, releasing the first load into into you, pulling out his cock and lining it with his cum before pushing it back in you, "you're so fucking good for me, don't waste a single drop." you nodded hazily, "yes, Master Diluc." he whimpered at the name, cumming an even bigger load.

"Gonna cum!" You moaned. Diluc slapped across your face, "not yet, slut. Tell me, who do you belong to?" You sobbed loudly, unable to comprehend anything happening right now, but Diluc was impatient. "Who do you belong to?!" He didn't care that he was shouting. You moaned, body stuttering under him.

"You," your mouth dropping open into an 'O' shape. Clearly, this didn't satisfy him. Diluc pulled out, thrusting two fingers inside instead. "Who do you belong to?!" And you screamed, "M-Master Diluc! I belong to Master Diluc!" And he smiled, satisfied, taking his fingers out and shoving his cock back in, dick twitching to the feeling of your cunt, "cum."

You nodded, finally releasing your orgasm around his cock, signing lewdly.

Diluc finally pulled out, making sure to push his cum into you as he cleaned up your skin. He caressed your inner thighs softly, crawling up to kiss your lips, "you were perfect, my love." pulling the silk doona over the both of you, putting his right arm around you and burying his head in your neck. You giggled softly, "I love you, you idiot." He smiled into your skin, "I love you too, princess."

There was a loud, indignant cough from Diluc's side of the room. Diluc brought his head up, looking to where the sound had come from. Ah. He smiled to himself. It was a very pale Kaeya. Diluc smirked, "clean yourself up and you're free to go. I do hope I've made myself clear? What's mine is mine."

Kaeya scowled, "you do realise that the entire kingdom can hear you two whores?" Diluc roared, leaping up in bed, "what did you just call my-" but you shrieked, pulling him down, grabbing his shoulder.

Kaeya shrugged, "I'm just saying. Why do you think all the men stare at her her and all the women envy her?" Diluc shrugged too, "because she's good-looking." and Kaeya snorted, "I guess so, but it's been the talk of the town. If you treasure the innocence of your beloved wife so much, maybe you should try and keep it down."

If Kaeya hadn't bounded towards the door slammed it shut, you were almost sure Diluc would finally learn what happened if he tried to murder a Knight of the Favonius.

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wiltedivinity · 3 months

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ıllıㅤ𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐗𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂.

ㅤ⨯ characters : dom!childe;tartaglia, al haitham, kaeya alberich, diluc ragnvindr x sub!fem!reader (separate)

ㅤ⨯ if any of the following trigger you, please click off : FOURTH-WALL BREAKING, bold letters = referring to YOU (the one reading this), implied praise and degradation kink (all), usage of “sweetheart/honey/naughty girl/lovely girl/sweet girl/dirty girl/baby/good girl”, unprotected s3x & creampies (all) vaginal s3x (all), LOTS of dirty talk (all), professor/student (al haitham), hickeys and biting (childe;tartaglia), possesiveness (childe;tartaglia), clit play (childe;tartaglia), drunk!reader (diluc), fingering (diluc), implied breeding kink (kaeya), roommates with (kaeya)

ㅤ⨯ a/n : this was originally reposted from my archived blog. i wanted to make more of the archived posts for the rest of the genshin men so i decided to do this.

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How did it turn into this…? You were pinned on the desk by your professor exploring your body with his lips. You swore that you just wanted to ask him about the project but he looked so stressed and frustrated, you assumed that it was the last straw and he decided to take it out on you.

You couldn’t do anything but stay quiet. You didn’t want to get caught as well and you didn’t want to make him angry. “Or is it because You’re secretly enjoying this? Wanting to know how this scene proceeds with its advances?”

Huh…? That wasn’t part of the story… Why is he going out-of-character? And why can he hear your thoughts? “Do you think I’m stupid enough to not know what’s really going on?” He growls, slamming his fist next to your face, causing you to sweat. “The person behind the screen seems to really enjoy it at first. Wanna know how downright bad She is just for me?”

You looked away from Al Haitham but he forced your gaze on him. You gulped when he leaned in closer to unbutton your shirt and throw them on his chair. “You seem really needy for me to fuck you quick.” he looks towards you while his face was on your chest. “Patience, sweetheart. Every smut fanfiction has to have a bit of foreplay before getting right into the scene.”

What is he talking about? Why is he talking like this? “Are you seriously still thinking about that?” he sighs, “You’re ruining her mood. Why don’t you just get into character and satisfy her neediness?”

With a harsh rip of your panties under your skirt, you were bare for him. He knows you’re already fucking yourself while reading this right now. Al Haitham finds it amusing that you’d rather be going through multiple works of fiction instead of getting a real lover to take care of your needs. Not like he’s complaining, he feels a bit flattered that you were reading something of him.

“Take it nice and slow. Though She probably prefers it rough and fast once I’m fully inside with a few degrading and praising words.” you were completely dumb on why he’s talking in a weird manner. You thought this was supposed to be about you, but he seems too focused on someone else. Someone that’s watching but not actually there.

“Don’t think I’m neglecting your pleasure, though. You’re a counterpart of her. Just not as aware or accurate.” you watch as Al Haitham unbuckles his belt with one hand before fully taking his jeans off. Showing his hardened cock that was leaking with precum, it was curved a bit upwards and there were two bulging veins on the side. “Are you seriously getting in detail on how it looks?” he smirks at you.

“Please- put it in…” you pleaded, but he only brushed the tip on your wet cunt. Getting all the juices before entering inside of you. Your walls clamped around his tip and then the base, causing him to groan into your neck. “I’ll be gentle. Unless she wants me to be harsh with you.”

“G-go slow, Al Haitham.” you whined, gripping onto his shoulders as he sets a pace with his thrusts. He groans when he feels you clench around him, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as he litters your skin with hickeys. Al Haitham’s eyes were focused on You, reading this right now.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” he sighs pleasurably, thrusting in and out of your pussy as he held onto your waist to support you. He didn’t notice how your legs were shaking from the immense pleasure you were feeling in your bottom half, how good he felt when his tip kept poking every good spot you have.

“I wonder what You’re feeling right now. Probably not as good since I’m not really fucking you, huh?” Al Haitham bugs You, laughing at the way Your face contorts after you read that sentence. “Don’t be timid now. You weren’t this shy when you searched for ‘Genshin Smut’ or ‘Al Haitham Smut’ at first and now You’re getting nervous?” he smirks.

Your soughs were cut off with his lips connecting with yours, drinking up your sounds as you gripped onto his back firmly when he rammed into you at a relentless pace. “I wonder if your fingers or grinding would suffice after You read my part of the fanfic. Or will you be left unsatisfied and read the next one to fulfill Your need to release some sexual frustration?”

You hate how he was right. Hate that he can read what You’re thinking and feeling. “Since I want the best for You, I’ll let you come in this part.” you felt thankful, letting out appreciative wails as he rams into you harder and harder that your sight blurs and sees white. That your pussy was clenching on him that you were sure his hands on your waist would have bruises after the session.

You could feel yourself creaming on his cock, your body shook as he pumped your pussy full of his seed. “Like what You’re reading, lovely girl?” he teases, “I know You’re expecting more rounds, but this is all Your dirty mind deserves to have. But you can always find more fanfictions in the recent tag in Tumblr, honey. Make sure it’s about me, though.”

“Dirty, dirty.” Ajax tuts, lifting your chin up as your lip quivers. “Did You seriously think you’d go unnoticed?” he smirks, making you straddle his lap. “Searching for Smut like that? Aren’t You a bit shameless that You read other parts of various men when I’m supposed to be Your favorite?”

He harshly pulls you in by your hips, “What? You’re waiting for my part of the Smut to start?” he chuckles at your frustration. He can see how You’re getting impatient but flustered at the same time, seeing that he knows what You’re up to. “Being the dirty and naughty girl You are, getting desperate for other men even if You’re supposed to be mine.”

“Ajax, it’s not like that- I swear!” you waved your arms in a panic manner, but he only found it cute. Seeing that you in the fanfic is still naive and a bit innocent but You who is reading this is quite the opposite. You’re much dirtier than Your counterpart and You know what You’re doing when searching for more of those so-called “Smut” on Tumblr and Ao3.

“Why don’t I satisfy You to show I’m much more worth reading for?” Ajax whispers seductively, slowly taking your panties off under your skirt as he has you undo his belt and pants. Once the both of you were bare, he pinned you on the bed, putting both your wrists in one hand while the other pulled your leg up over his shoulder.

He wonders what You really looked like outside the screen. All he knows is that You might be in a dark room alone, trying Your best to copy the movements he’s about to do to the supposedly ‘you’.

You gripped his back as Ajax slowly entered his fat cock in, taking in the sight of your mouth agape and eyes widening as he filled you to the brim. He moaned a bit from how tight you clenched around him, snuggling his face into your neck as he bit into the skin, causing you to groan pleasurably and arch your back.

He thinks of how cute You are right now, probably fingering or grinding on Your bed or chair to the thought of him. You’re no different from the other readers. They’re as desperate to be fucked by some fictional character than getting a real lover, but he doesn’t mind it though. It’s nice being Your favorite and Your go-to character to be fucked from when You’re feeling aroused.

But he does know You have other favorites and he gets jealous at the thought of them. Especially seeing that this is fanfiction that has various men in it so others can pick their most favored men among the six makes him envy the others in here.

Just at the thought of that, he grows rougher with you, thrusting into you so hard that the bed starts creaking and you screamed in delight. Feeling how good he is when poking all the sensitive spots inside of you.

“Mine. All fucking mine.” Ajax growls, “Don’t read any other parts except for mine, please.”

You feel him giving your neck and collarbone open-mouthed kisses, they were wet, your body is probably stained with his saliva by now. “Just not Your body. Unless You actually want that.” he smirks, looking to the side to gaze on You.

He seductively licks your neck until it reaches to your lips, forcing your mouth open as he slides his tongue in your throat. You almost gagged at the feeling, his hand on the back of your head, guiding you on the pillow as he grinded his hard-on into you, moaning as you tightened around him.

“Fuck. You must be feeling good but so flustered at the same time knowing that this isn’t your usual smut fanfic, huh?” Ajax smirks, pinning your hips down on the mattress. “Why don’t You enjoy reading this while it lasts?”

He had enough of teasing You any further as he rammed into you, hard and fast. Keeping your waist still and steady for him to properly fuck you. He watches as your face contorted in pleasure and smiles in delight, he probably had You smiling shyly or completely unfazed since You’re probably used to reading so many smut fanfics that You learned a skill to act normal when reading one, especially when you’re in public.

Ajax’s digits teased your cunt by massaging it with the pad of his thumb. He absolutely loved the way your breasts jiggled with each brutal thrust. You feel him hitting all the right spots with his cock, he was so fucking deep you couldn’t help but ululate.

“You’re likely wet right now while reading this. It’s so sad that no one is able to help you when You’re aroused. Or You’re embarrassed to ask? No need though, because if I were to ever lay my two feet on earth, You’ll be the first one I’ll find and do.” he hugged your waist tightly, both your pelvises flushed against one another as he emptied his seed into you. “Fuck, fuck-”

Ajax let out profanities as he kept grinding his hips, riding out both of your highs. He wanted to feel a bit more pleasure from your sensitive pussy that was milking him greedily. It almost left him shaking from how good it felt.

He flopped on you, both of you letting out uneven breaths as you laid on each other. “H-hope You enjoyed my part, sweet girl, just don’t enjoy Kaeya’s. I see the way You admire him, hell, everyone admires him. And I only want Your eyes on me.”

“Diluucc~” you whined as the red-head took the bottle away from you. “C’mon! I promise it was the last one! Pleasee!” you pleaded with him but he only shook his head. “You had too much to drink, besides, you almost broke the place last time you had too much in here.“ Diluc reasons, cleaning the last glass for the night and placing it on the shelf.

“You should call your friends to pick you up. It’s getting late and I don’t know where you live. Even if you did tell me, you’d end up saying nonsense.” he huffs, wearing his jacket that was hanging nearby.

“My phone doesn’t work! It broke on my way here!” you struggled getting up on your two feet to walk towards him and you ended up bumping yourself on the counter and fell into his embrace. You only looked up at him with a stupid grin that had him feeling some type of way.

“Then take a taxi. Don’t go flirting with the driver, though.” he cited but he only got a kiss in return, it was surprising seeing you this bold with him now. Most likely from you being drunk.

He kissed you back, having your back stick to the counter to trap you on it. You moaned as you felt Diluc grind his crotch on yours, his hand gripping your hips and forcing them to sit on top of the counter.

“Strip.” demands the big man and you laughed at his commanding tone. Seeing how desperate he is for you as You are for him. “Not yet~” you sang out, “I don’t think You’ll be saying that when You’re the one searching for dirty literature of me to get off to.”

You let out a groan as he pushed you down further ‘til you’re laying on the countertop, your leg over his shoulder as his digits started teasing between your thighs. You instinctively pressed them against each other but he only parted them, tutting at you with his finger on your lips. “Don’t be shy, both of us know You like this.”

“Don’t worry though, I’ll be gentle with you. Unless…” his smirk widens when knowing how You like it rough, but he didn’t wanna give it to you that easily. You’re going to have to earn it for yourself. You whine as he peels your panties off and bunching your skirt up.

“So wet already.. I wonder if You’re more wet behind that screen of Yours.” His lengthy digits play with your clit before slowly entering themselves inside of your wet pussy and curling them, meeting a sensitive spot that causes you to moan.

You tightened around him as he continued with his advances, thrusting his fingers in a slow pace until he was ramming them into you. He inserts a third finger in and you feel so full, so good.

“I bet I pleasure you better than You do for Yourself.” Diluc unbuttoned your blouse, revealing your pair of breasts that he snuggled into. “I think you’re ready for me. I can see You getting impatient for me to fuck this so-called you.”

You couldn’t think of him as a dirty-talker of all the Genshin Men You’ve read about. “I know You don’t, I just think You like it that way. If You want me to stop, I can.”

“N-no, please continue, Diluc.”

“As I figured,” he smirked as he unbuckled his pants with one hand. “This might hurt, not like You’ll actually feel me entering inside You. You could only wish.”

Yeah You wish You could, but instead, you’re reading NSFW fanworks of fictional men that You wish to be fucked with but never got laid because of it. Deciding to just fuck yourself at the thought of them while reading multiple works from other people from Ao3 and Tumblr. Grinding or fingering would never suffice.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be quick with you. Each part has to be short because the author seems to be lazy right now except when it comes to writing ‘Childe’.” he scoffs, hopefully he’s Your favorite out of all the guys. You read him more than the others, right?

Your sounds were muffled from his lips connecting yours, his cock entering inside of your tight pussy. He groans and tries to grind upwards to get deeper into you. His dick curved upwards to hit all the right places you didn’t know were there. “Archons, you’re so fucking tight.. You must feel good despite me not actually being there, right?”

Diluc was practically fucking you onto the counter, your hips most likely will have stretch marks if he continues to grow rougher with your body. Your moans echoed inside of the empty bar, the piece of furniture you were laying on started creaking the faster Diluc thrusted.

“You must be great at imagining things, especially when it comes to smut scenes, huh? What a dirty girl.” he breathes out, you clenched around him from what he said. Your whole body was shaking the closer you got to the edge. You tried to tell Diluc you were about to come through slurred words but couldn’t from his mouth still kissing yours.

“How lonely must it be to have no one to satisfy Your sexual needs and desires that you go searching for it around the internet?” he mocks, caressing your thighs with his free hand and the other holding your waist tightly to keep you still as he plunges his cock over and over again.

“You close, baby?” he pulls away from the kiss, seeing a string of saliva connect the two of your lips. You only nodded with a heated face, most likely from the alcohol you consumed and the session you guys were in.

“Make sure You come at the same time she comes, or else, I’ll be disappointed and start a second round. But knowing You, You’ll very much like that.” he slips his cock out before plunging it back in, making you wail in pleasure.

With just a few rough thrusts, you started spasming on his cock, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck as he continued rolling his hips into yours. Diluc groans as he pours his seed inside of you, twitching a bit from how you milk his cock dry.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” he shudders, pulling himself out to see your hole dripping with his seed. “Wish I actually filled You up to the brim though. You’ll look so pretty fucked out of Your mind by some non-existent dickening.”

You whimpered at his words but he brought you comfort by cradling you in his arms and hanging his jacket around your shoulders. “There, there. That was only to bring Her craving for more and read another one of those fanfictions after this.”

“What do we have here? Another one of You reading dirty fanworks of me? It’s not rare seeing you guys barge in, begging to be fucked without actually saying it. Though I must say, You’re my favorite out of all the readers.” your roommate walks in, catching you in the act before you could close the tab of your computer.

You chuckled nervously as he walked closer, caging you in his arms. “Don’t get jumpy now. It’s exciting seeing that I can finally let You know that I know what You’re doing when searching through multiple NSFW works from other people. Especially when they include me in it.”

He loved seeing you get flustered right in front of him. The small but obvious uptight smile you have on your face shows how excited you are with how he’s gonna advance. I mean, You did read this post just to get railed by fictional characters who aren’t even there, so why act so oblivious about it?

“Let’s start with you stripping for me, You must be struggling with all those pent-up frustrations and I’m more than happy to help out.” he begins to take off his jacket slowly, smirking seductively as you watch him discard his clothing.

“Like what you see? Who am I kidding? Of course you do.” he chuckles at your eyes, eating up the view in front of you before snapping out of your daze. “I don’t mind you staring at all. In fact, I actually like the way You admire me.”

Once his clothes were on the ground, he sat down on the office chair you were sitting, making you straddle his lap with your hands on his shoulders. You can already feel him pulling you down to grind on his clothed cock.

“I know how needy you are for me. You just wanna get straight into it, don’t You?” he tilts your chin up, his lips meeting yours as his arms wrap around your waist. Kaeya’s hand meets the back of your head to deepen your lips together, both of your bodies were so flushed that you can feel his hard-on so well.

“Be a good girl and take off your clothes.” You let out a coy sigh before doing what he says. He helps you out as he himself is impatient and desperate. When discarding the last piece of clothing on the floor, he idolizes your body before snuggling his face in your neck, biting on the skin and sucking it sweetly like nectar.

“You’re so beautiful for me.” he caresses your face before bringing them down to massage your cunt that’s already wet from the so-called foreplay. “Gosh, I might wanna fuck you right now.” he groans as his hands get stained from your wetness.

“Then do it.” you heave with a small grin, he chuckles and looks at you with his eyes hooded with lust.

“You’re really challenging me, huh?”

“What if I am?”

“You’re bold. I love it.” he smirks, unbuckling his pants in one move along with taking his underwear off. His curved cock slapped his abdomen, you whimpered seeing at the sight of it. “Don’t worry, it’ll feel good. Much better than grinding or fingering Yourself while You read those naughty works of fiction.”

You shrugged, feeling embarrassed. But it looked like he wasn’t bothered by such a thing. “Get ready, baby. You’ll wish You were actually getting fucked by me than just imagining it in that mind of Yours. It’s amazing what the human mind can do. The brain itself didn’t know it was used to being fantasized getting railed by a fictional character.”

He lets out a satisfied thrum as he lowers your hips, feeling your wetness coating the tip of his cock before staining his whole length with him filling you to the brim. “God- You gotta admit- It feels tiring going through different NSFW accounts to search through their masterlist for any fanworks of me.”

You pant as he started pumping into you almost instantly. His thrusts were accompanied with loud slaps as he grew deeper into you. The chair would’ve almost fallen down if it wasn’t being supported by your bed. To be honest, why didn’t the both of you just do it on the bed instead? You worry for the author’s choices in this work of fiction.

You let out pleasurable soughs and tighten around his dick as he began going rougher with your body. Your pussy was spasming around him each time his tip hit your g-spot. God, it felt like you were in heaven except You actually weren’t. You’re just sitting around your house reading whatever thirsty fanfictions You can find and he knows that.

You tried catching your breath with each pant you took, Kaeya was practically fucking the air out of your lungs from how hard and rough he is. “You feel so fucking good, I swear I might fuck you ‘til dawn right now- But knowing You, You’ll definitely like the idea of having multiple rounds since You’re so pent-up You can’t suffice with one.”

You whined as he pulled his cock out of your pussy before plunging back in, making you ululate into his ear. Kaeya loved every sound you made, it just had his blood rushing in his dick again from how cute you are.

“Your moans are so angelic. You’re basically whoring out for my cock right now.” he chuckles at your hot and bothered state, you looked absolute fucked out of your mind, just like how he wanted and expected.

“I wonder what you’ll sound like when I’m done with you. But from what I know, You always stay quiet and act unfazed when reading these naughty fanfictions, right? You don’t wanna get caught being a dirty girl by other people when they see You reading these.” Kaeya simpers, he likes calling You out. Showing how much of a whore You are for him and other fictional men that he secretly despises.

You let out babbled words that even he can’t comprehend because he reads along with You to understand what he’s supposed to do.

That aside, he’s more focused on reaching his high with you. Desperate to fill your pussy up to the brim with his seed. Just imagining it got him more motivated. “Hold on tight, princess. Gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t take it anymore. Which is probably never seeing that You never get tired of reading smut fanfictions.”

He grabs your ass tightly and gives it a slap before holding your hand in his and giving it loving kisses. Kaeya’s thrusts were relentless and rough as ever, your body was quivering and sweating. You continuously bounce on his cock until you fall on him with uneven breaths.

You stared at nothing as Kaeya threw his head back, groaning out loud as he twitched and came inside of you. Your sight was blurry from tears and your sudden orgasm. You were calming down a bit and felt tired until Kaeya started thrusting upwards again, making you let out a stuttered moan.

“Like I said, I’m not stopping until you can’t take it. To be honest, You can’t read the rest of this because this is the end. I feel sorry if You still feel pent-up, just wait a little longer and hunt the ‘Kaeya Smut’ tag for new works. I promise it’s worth it, princess.”

#wiltedivinity ; wilting divinities #childe x reader #childe smut #al haitham x reader #al haitham smut #diluc x reader #diluc smut #diluc ragnvindr x reader #diluc ragnvindr smut #kaeya x reader #kaeya smut #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya alberich smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut

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mooishbeam · 9 months

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『♡』 Cruel Prince

♡ featuring: villain!diluc ragnvindr x princess!reader

♡ summary: you are forced to marry the manipulative prince of a faraway kingdom. malicious compliance ensues. wc: 3.2k+

♡ cw/tw: afab, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, forced orgasm, hate sex, no foreplay, breeding, heavy choking, spanking, face slapping, spit, creampie, hair pulling, rough sex, diluc is mega possessive

notes: I promiseee im gonna come out with shorter fics im so sorry i couldn't help myself the fanart is so good :(( art by eriimyon on twitter <3

Brilliance freckled through the silk drapes of your extravagant windows and onto your resting face. A silhouette rubs your arm, followed by “You must wake now, Your Grace.” Her amiable tone made your heavy eyes ajar, looking up to see the sweet twinkle of the maid. You sit up and stretch, letting out an exaggerated yawn. “Good morning!” you exclaim. She tucks the straggly hairs aside.

“Good afternoon, you mean?”

“Oh. Oops.” She shakes her head and hands you a lukewarm meal. This was a frequent occurrence, staying up late to twirl in your room until your feet ached. Fantasizing about the enchanting gambol you would share with your lover. When you eventually collapsed, you would dream of a man whisking you off to dance in a meadow. Being confined to the limited space of the baroque palace only intensified your curiosity. The kingdom your parent's shoulder is fruitful. Lined with riches and grateful civilians, all you know is comfortability. That comfortability bored you.

“The king would like to speak with you downstairs once you’ve settled” she states. You give an exasperated sigh and flop onto the featherbed. You weren’t looking forward to this meeting. “M’kay. Thanks. Love you.”

You make your way toward the dining room after breakfast. Almost every painting you skip by is of your older brother. It was no secret that you weren’t the favorite child. Your father wasn’t particularly fond of having a daughter. You slide down the railing of the grand staircase, entering the still air. Even the sound of your tiptoes carries volumes in complete quiet.

“Did... someone die?” you say, trying to break the ice. Your brother and mother sit across from each other with their heads down, afraid to interrupt the king who sat at the end of the dining table.

“No. Have a seat (Y/N).” he says, his hand signaling to the multitude of chairs remaining. You take the middle. Your father looks more stressed than usual, crescent shapes embedded between his eyebrows.

“There is something we have to discuss” he proclaims, interlocking his fingers. “Sure.”

“There’s been some disputes... between us. And the kingdom of Ragnvindr. Their king has been ill for many years now.”

“That’s too bad for them” you say, checking out of the conversation. You know of the Ragnvindrs, but you weren’t interested. “It is. However, their commerce is flourishing. The civilians have an excess of resources. They’re the central hub for wine. If we had access to that, we could provide greatly for the public.”

“Mm, okay.” Your mind darts to unique spots of detail decorating the ceiling.

“Do you remember talking to Prince Diluc?” It hadn’t jogged your memory until now, but you recall one time the flaming redhead came to the palace a few months ago. You saw him in passing; exchanging few words in light-hearted conversation before he met with your father. You noted the calm scarlet pupils and his attentiveness when you spoke. He seemed amicable until you uncovered the rumors. Whenever your mother invited her friends, the walls would erupt with gossip. You couldn’t help but listen through the door. “- he tried to kill his father!” Your mother declines but another woman chimed in. “People don’t get suddenly ill like that. He must’ve poisoned him! The poor man can’t talk anymore so Prince Diluc runs everything.”

“He’ll stop at nothing to get what he wants. Anyone who disagrees with him is beaten. Even death!” you heard the dramatic drawl of another. “Oh please, not with his brother around.” You thought it was funny and went straight to the maid to parrot their pompousness. It wasn’t until his brother died in their home weeks later under “mysterious circumstances”, that you started to take the allegations seriously.

“He’s shaping out to be an exceptional young man.”

“I guess. Why are you telling me this?” you ask. Your father sucks in a breath.

“You are to marry Prince Diluc in a week’s time.” he declares. You freeze, beads of sweat collecting on your forehead. Your heart dropped to your stomach.

“What? Whe- who decided this?”

“It was a collective decision from me, your mother, and the Ragnvindrs.”

“No! I didn’t get to decide. You took away my choice!”

“(Y/N), this will ensure peace for both of our kingdoms. We shall do what’s best for the-”

“I don’t know who he is. How could you do that to your own daughter, what kind of father marries their child off to a stranger?” Your voice gets increasingly louder. You were too irate to back down. Your father is seething.

“We will not argue about this-” he mumbles, the veins on his hands bulging from the tightening fists.

“Do you even know who he is? He killed his own brother, and his people fear his retaliation. He’ll backstab you at any chance if it means more power. He’s using you-”

“ENOUGH!” Your father slammed his leaden fists on the table, causing a harrowing bang to ring in your ears. All you can do is look at him, shaking, searching for any semblance of hope. He was unwavering.

“I hate you.” Your defeated voice falls to a murmur, and you stumble to your room in a haze.

The next 6 days were vague. You stayed in your room mostly, the maid accompanying you as you cry on and off for hours. Rage burned inside you, it dented furniture and ripped up cushions. You were exhausted and vengeful. An instructor comes by occasionally to teach you for your wedding day, but you find no joy in it.

You're tranquil in the luxuriant flower garden you once found solace in. A garden you’d never see again after tonight. Suddenly, you hear the gate creak open. Strawberry strands peek behind the sunflowers. It was Diluc. The silence was painful. “Hello.”

“Hello. I figured it would be considerate to come see you briefly” he returns, grabbing your hand. You catch yourself staring.

“We are to be married soon.”

“...Right.”

“You don’t seem to be happy about this arrangement.”

“I’m sure you have many requests for your hand in marriage. Why me?”

“I don’t have a say in it. You don’t either.” That can’t be right, their king is senile you thought.

“That’s not true. I know what you’re really like.” His eyes narrow into yours. “You could turn this entire kingdom to ash if you willed it.”

“You know naught of me.”

“You killed your brother and now you’re after my father, aren’t you?” He’s relaxed despite the accusations.

“What would you do? As long as we are wedded, you will obey.” You snatch your hand from him.

“I will do no such thing” you utter, holding your head high. He laughs and lifts your chin with a finger, his thumb softly rubbing your cheek.

“Such a naïve princess, so far beneath me. You will be mine. Act accordingly.” You want to slap that smug look off his face.

“I’ll be going now. Don’t stay up too late.”

Everything about your wedding is opulent. Visitors sport grandiose garments and intricate jewelry, leaving priceless gifts in your celebration. The travel to the kingdom of Ragnvindr was silent, minus the glares you shot to your parents. You disappear the minute you step down the aisle, taking notice of the guests. Faceless people with appropriated smiles and forced words of kindness; a scornful masquerade.

Your vows are pitiful, and you wear an ingenuine smile for every “aww” in attendance. “I do” is said, and your fate is sealed through a chaste kiss.

The dance arrived sooner than you thought. The floor was large and elegant, a thousand eyes watching you at the start of the staircase. You almost get stage fright. Diluc waits at the bottom, his gloved hand longing to take yours. You saunter to him. You expected him to be stiff and unprepared, but as you held his hand something changed. He scoops you by the waist with the other and twirls you around, igniting the music. His steps are effortless, bringing you near him and releasing you for another spin. The movements lift you into a different scene, of green pastures and bright blue sky. Only you and Diluc. The tune curled in your ears and whispered radiance. Your stride is loose, guided by the inducing notes and swinging pendant on your neck. Your arms glide past his chest and he steadies you gently in an intimate embrace. Dilucs lips barely hover over your ear.

“You look stunning.”

“I know. You look grotesque.” You feel a puff of wind against your ear. Glancing at him, you haven’t paid much attention to his appearance until now. His physique seemed to be chiseled from the finest marble, intentional with each contour. He smelled of musk and bitter vanilla, the warm glow of glittering chandeliers highlighting his rugged features.

“You like what you see, hmm?” You didn’t reply.

“Do you like to dance?”

“It’s not your business.”

“Well, if I'm right, you can dance here every day if you want. But you must behave.” His honeyed words made you hot, and you looked away. “No. You are my enemy.”

“Very well, then.” He continued to entrap you, sewing seeds in your brain through the sway of your bodies. You were tangled in a field of thorns, pricked by his fleeting romantic gestures. It confused and enticed you. But the dance came to its end, and reality set in. He leaned down to kiss your hand, his gaze never leaving yours. The music resumes its normal pace, motioning people to return to the dance floor.

The idea of Diluc displaying you like property tests your pettiness; you need his unruffled persona to snap. He watches you dance into the arms of another man, and you’re sure to make eye contact with him. You flash a mischievous smile as you spin through the exuberant crowd, leaving him behind. You thought you lost him. Just then, shade abruptly comes down on you and the nameless man. He turns first, cowering and slinking into the masses. You don’t face the shadow until your face is grabbed by leather and twisted sharply to encounter the reddening face of Diluc.

“Have you lost your mind?”

“If I’m beneath you, this shouldn’t bother you, right?” you say, smiling at your ability to break him.

He grits his teeth. “You are forbidden from interacting with any man.”

“By whom? Your words mean nothing.” He gets closer to you; a death stare bore into your pleased expression. “If you’re angry, do something.”

You’ve never been hauled anywhere this fast. He pulled you through the bustling room and up the stairs with absurd force, not turning to you once. You were nearly hovering off the ground from his strength. He opened the sculpted doors leading to his bedroom and pushed you inside. Before you can see him, he pins you between himself and the ornate vanity. His nails stab into the wood the more he waits for your explanation.

“What happened to your composure?” you taunt.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“Not yours.” His lips share space with yours, noses scarcely touching.

“Sorely mistaken. You belong to me.”

“Prove it.”

Carnal lust washed over you. Your lips instantly collide, cracking dams of yearning through sloppy kisses and smacking teeth. His tongue is demanding and seeks entry, but you deny him. He grabs your neck tightly.

“Open.”

“Say please.” Diluc pries your lips open with his fingers, playing with the wet mass while he nips your ear. The foreign feeling in your mouth makes your mind numb.

“Nasty little minx.” he husks, forcing your tongue to stick out before it contacts his. His kisses are deep and primal, holding you close to the point of merging. He’s squeezing your neck occasionally and teasing the dizzying airflow. The fire cascading down his back envelopes you in a slow bleed, tickling your chest and face. His scent surrounds you, exhilarates you. You pierce his bottom lip with your teeth, looking to regain some sense of control and he groans from the feeling. He promptly hoists you off the ground with your back facing the vanity and his hands on your ass. His greed doesn’t stop, plunging and contorting the organ in unreachable places. You taste sprinkles of metallic flavor. The sensation has your knees weak. You push him away, both breathing heavily with a trail of spit between you.

“This is nothing like the ceremony kiss.”

“Don’t you want my full honesty?” he rasped. He dips down to your upper thigh, past the slit in your dress. His pointed fangs catch onto your garter, and he slips it off, groping the plush flesh as he lifts your leg up. Your fingers intertwine with his scalp and tug it, earning a harsh bite on your inner thigh. Rough kisses drag up your body until he makes it back to your lips. You tear his button-down open, navigating the solid muscle under the fabric. Light purple marks are left in your wake that decorate his collarbone. Diluc splits your dress down the back and shreds it off you. You're soaked, relishing in the volatile nature beyond the mask.

He picks you up and hurls you on the bed, following you on top. You wrestle for dominance, entwined in passion. Somehow, Diluc ends up underneath you, your legs on both sides of him. You take this opportunity to pin his wrists and grind on his throbbing length. He lets you have it knowing that he’s stronger than you are. He kicks off his slacks and you pull down his stained boxers. A sudden fear hits you once they’re removed; his slightly curved cock was impossibly long and girthy, precome trickling down the angry tip. You weren’t sure it would fit.

“You’re just going to gawk at it?” he says, restless from the ache. Nervousness blends in your gut. You wanted him badly, but you had to make him suffer for at least some time. Hovering over it, you slather his tip in your juices and admire the way he bites his lip. You lower your folds onto him, submerging the cockhead and leave it there, stirring your hips with it inside only to pull it out. Diluc is disheveled, star fished, and spread wildly across the sheets as he grunts from each plunge. He had to feel you, to claim you.

“You want it?”

“I don’t beg” he says flatly. You roll your eyes, immersing his shaft halfway. He releases a long shaky groan and attempts to buck his hips, but you rise before he can go further. His cock was covered in syrupy fluids from the moments of friction, and he didn’t know how much more he could take.

“You won’t get anything with that repulsive attitude” you tease, and start moving at a leisurely pace, carefully stretching yourself out.

“Repulsive, yet using me for your desires?”

“That’s all you’re good for.” You’re shuddering from the feeling of your walls molding to the bruising size.

“Then I’ll be sure to satisfy you.” His calloused fingers break out of your sparing clutch and grab your hips, jerking you down to the hilt with a soggy plap. The wind is knocked out of you, shockwaves through your spine as you heaved over trembling. It hurts, but you can’t help but feel aroused by the desperate look he gave you. “Mm good, you’re sucking me so tight.”

“Shit- slow down-” you plead. He wraps his arms around your hips, arching your back and leaning you forward. “Quiet.” Diluc bends his knees and begins to bully his way into your cunt. His thrusts are unforgiving, if he wasn’t holding you in place, you’d be airborne. He slips out completely and rams into you so deep it feels like he's burrowing into your stomach; yet you grip him like a vice, hungry for more. You were melting and all you heard was his quick beating heart and the wet squelching clash of your bodies. Diluc shifts to the vanity mirror opposite the bed, entranced by the violent rippling of your ass and sticky strings your puffy vulva left. You’re teeming on an orgasm, blurring the lines of pleasure and pain.

“I’m gonna come- ah!” His hands move to your ass, striking each side hard enough to welt numerous times. He digs his nails into the searing flesh, savoring it. “Louder, I want everyone to know who owns you” he says and pushes his fingers in your mouth to pull your jaw slack. You deliver, allowing your erotic wails to echo through the halls. “Come for me princess.” His command sends you over the edge and you’re dissolved into pleasure, zeroing in on his guttural moans, the low fuck’s stuttering out of him. Your nails score his chest. He spreads your backside, enjoying the view of your convulsing heat drenching his balls.

Diluc flips you over on your back before you’re done gathering yourself. He tosses the damp shirt on the floor and reveals the crisp v-line deliciously carved under his sculpted abs. He manhandles you into a pretzel, securing your sore thighs. He puts his hands on yours and pushes them back further. “Fucking filthy, you’re such a mess” he says, smearing his leaking shaft up and down your hypersensitive clit. He quickly engulfs himself in your gooey warmth again and sighs. “You’re beautiful like this.” He’s pounding hard, foreheads touching and breath mixing. You’re both sweating, mascara running down your cheeks and needy moans leaving either of you from addictive ecstasy. His tip licks your sweet spot consistently and your eyes loll back. “That’s it, take my cock like a good wife.” One hand reaches for your throat while the other flicks your clit rapidly. The firm grip dots your vision black, and you pulse from sick delight. He stops occasionally to slap you across your face. It stings, you hate him, but the spasming veins caressing your walls make you question that belief. “Oh my god - look at you” he moans, staring at the shiny white ring forming at the base of his thrusts. Your hands find passage in his thick tresses and guide his attention to you. The coil threatened to snap at any minute. “Gonna carry my baby, then you can never leave.”

Your blood runs cold. “Huh? Wait-” You try to budge but he’s stronger than you, sweeping the nub faster with ravenous strokes. Electricity consumes your rational thoughts with a thumping finish, cloudy and fluttering. “Ngh- you’ll look so pretty with a belly” Diluc groans and chases his high. His eyes are glossed over, he throws his head back and finally falls apart, creamy ropes coating your insides with his balls flush against you. He pants as if he’s moved mountains and twitches from slow strokes, trying to get his come as deep in you as possible. His thumb presses upon your lips and you instinctively open your mouth. Spit settles on your tongue and he watches you swallow. You taste his kiss right after. When he pulls out, globs of semen dribble out your slit, but he fingers it back inside.

“Keep it in” he says darkly. He glances at the pendant you’re still wearing—an invaluable heirloom from your parents—and snatches the chain off your neck. In one devastating hurl, he shatters it on the floor. “I’ll make sure you only have me.”

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