#diluc x f!reader

[lyxandria]

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.

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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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[moraxsthrone]

warning: nsfw. mdni. hair pulling. rough sex. (fem) reader is referred to as "good little wife".

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listen. diluc is a hairpuller. as long as he knows he has your blessing, he will wrap your hair around his veiny fist and tug back on that shit while he hits it from behind. his hips clapping against your raw ass while he yanks your head back up every time it starts to droop. you're drooling, whining as his thick cock splits you open impossibly wider, every plump vein dragging and pulling at your slick, clenching walls. your eyes are rolling back in your head as he grunts hungrily behind you, one foot planted out beside you as he plows aggressively into your cute little slit.

"nnh luc~" you whine, your breaths being fucked out of you.

"say it again," he growls behind you, gripping the headboard as it pounds against the wall.

"fff- diluc!" your knuckles turning white against the black satin sheets. "nyhh~"

your whimpers go straight to his balls and he drapes himself over you, his chest flush with your back as his thrusts begin to stutter. his hot breath fanning over the shell of your ear as he winds your hair even tighter around his clenched, calloused hand.

"f-fuck-" he breathes, heavy and deep.

then his forehead hits your shoulder and his hips still as his heavy cock twitches, his pink slit spitting his hot cum out to fill your cunt up with what you deserve for being his good little wife.

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[newtabfics]

hi. i saw your requests were open. it doesn't have to be a full fic but could you do something with Diluc worrying over their crush and somehow Venti gets involved cuz he's like "I DECLARE YOU KISS" cuz he ships them but also cuz barbatos. Thank you! Also I love you Diluc stuff!!

Thank you! I'm glad you love it. I love Diluc as a character so being able to write stuff about him is awesome.

Diluc blinked when he stepped out of Angel's Share to find the traveler comforting a crying Paimon.

"Aether, what's going on?"

He smiled as Paimon hiccuped as she tried to talk. The boy simply smiled and pointed up the side of the building to see Y/N scaling it slowly, nearly...fifty...feet off the...ground.

He tensed as he watched her carefully move, trying to find what reason she could possibly have for daring such a dangerous tactic. His eyes finally locked onto the pink balloon stuck in the tree near the rooftop.

"Why is she..."

"She insisted," Aether sighed, rubbing his neck before gently patting Paimon's head to soothe her.

Diluc clenched his jaw, watching as she neared the balloon. Y/N's path was cut short as she was at the edge without any more to reach out. He watched her debate for a moment before taking a chance and stretching her arm out. Her delicate fingers were just barely grazing it as she strained and strained, shifting closer and closer.

Just as her hand clamped around the string, her foot slipped.

"Y/N!" Aether shouted as Paimon squealed.

A shadowy blur darted quickly. Diluc's heart clenched as he saw the way she was falling. That height, that angle--If he didn't hurry she'd--

The light echo of a harp's song echoed as the winds picked up, pushing Y/N towards him. His arms quickly wrapped around her as he dropped down to cushion her fall.

She grunted softly, groaning in discomfort.

Not dead, and that was all Diluc cared about as he held her close.

Aether sighed in relief as a certain bard appeared by his side. "Oh wow! Master Diluc sure is amazing!" He cheered as the others around them began to clap and cheer.

Y/N blushed as she sat up and scrambled away from him, wincing as she cradled her wrist to her chest. "Let me see," He said, hurrying to her and gently taking her hand. Pushing up the sleeve, he saw a slight redness. "It's not broken, at least," He sighed in relief

"Y/N, I'm so sorry!" Paimon wailed as she hugged her. Y/N just smiled and gently handed her the balloon. "If you'd gotten hurt even more cuz of my balloon?!"

"No worries, Pai," She giggled before looking up at Diluc. "Thank you, Diluc. How can I repay you?"

"Every knight deserves a kiss for saving the princess!" Venti quickly interjected as Aether blinked. He smirked at the archon, knowing immediately what was up.

He's been unabashed about his plans to coax them together, He remembered.

Y/N went red as Diluc cleared his throat. "There's no need for that," He muttered. "I'm just glad I was able to keep a citizen of Mondstadt--"

"Could you bend down? You're kinda tall," Y/N muttered, shifting nervously.

Diluc gulped and did so, closing his eyes. He held his breath when he felt her lips against his cheek, heart soaring as he straightened again. Opening his eyes again, he saw that she'd completely looked away from him.

He smiled at that. Always trying to keep up appearances, He thought to himself as he said, "We should get your wrist wrapped up. I have bandages in the tavern."

"Really?" Paimon asked, curious.

"Well, yes. Drunken fights do happen occasionally. Though it's usually because someone antagonizes it," He said, staring pointedly at Venti.

"You like it when I meddle a little bit," The bard chuckled, plucking at his strings as he walked off.

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[blueparadis]

╰┈➤ ATLAS✦ DILUC RAGNVINDR.

⟣ ──┈ · · · + synopsis ➢  Wearing a bunny outfit was indeed a good idea to attract customers but little did you know, it would attract the attention of the owner of Dawn Winery.

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⟣ ──┈ · · · + cw ➣ bar tender!fem!reader x diluc rangnvindr, explicit smut, piv sex, semi-public, unprotected, cunnilingus, s/d dynamics, soft-dom!diluc, mentioned aftercare. 1,4k word count. | blog navigation + koct’23 masterlist. |

“What a pleasant surprise is this” The familiar deep voice puts a cease to your merry humming. You turn around facing none other than the owner of Dawn Winery, Diluc Raghvinder, your master. Has he been waiting here? Alone?  In the dark? 

You try to brush him off by stacking the bottles from the crate one by one, carefully and slowly so as not to break any of them. “I had to get more customers somehow,” your tart reply makes him walk towards the door and press the knob to close it. He is standing right beside the door. If you were to go out of the wine cellar, you have to solely depend on your luck and so far it has not been shining on you lately. 

“I’m not done talking,” He scoops you against his body as his voice echoes in the room. 

“Well, it can wait, can't it, master Diluc? The bar is overflowing with customers by Archon’s grace and I need to be on my way to serve them.”You struggle in his grasp as you speak, trying to get out of his arms that caged you the more you tried to retaliate against his touches. This is not the first time he has been sneaky, actually, he has a history. You have gotten used to it somehow. You would have let him turn the wheel like he usually does but not right now.

“Wait. Wait.” With a low husky voice, a huff in between he speaks again. This time softer, “I— I’m sorry, alright? I shouldn't have snapped at you the other day, when I said you weren't doing your job right enough.” His breath fanned against your ears as he slid his nose all over your upper chest, at the exposed area, and having his arms locked around your stomach was not helping either. 

“Let me go—I've got work to do.” You still protect, try to deflect his soft, slow, and steady touches. It always starts like this but ends up with him sinking his teeth onto your skin, marking you his, reminding you of him wherever you try to go, however far you try to run.

“Don’t,” Diluc muttered, undoing the strings of the first hook. You could feel your boobs relax, chest muscles free of tension and pressure. “You have done enough,” Turning you towards him to face his body, he slipped his fingers along your inner thigh at the lining of your dress playing with it. He must add that the stockings added a great flavor to your dress, not to mention to your alluring aura and how you carried yourself around the elites, guests, regulars, and normal customers but it is a hindrance now. “You have done enough my sweet bunny.” He repeated with a honey-dewed tone before tearing the stockings, running and sliding his hands up and down your thighs. His touches are not gentle anymore. It is rough and intense. 

“Wait— Sir Diluc,” You moan as his tongue travels along the column of your throat followed by his soft lips placing open-mouthed kisses. Diluc does not provide you another chance to talk, to resist rather you are lost in his crimson gaze as he pulls the string at your back undoing most of it, at least to have a good look on your nipples.

“Your nipples are hard.” He exclaims looking at them, insatiably making you push his chest but he is bigger than you, stronger than you. Even if your hands are mobile and free, there is nothing much you can do. It is adorable that you are still resisting. “Tell me bunny, did it turn you on walking around like this among those customers?” He leans towards your face whispering, “Or does the thought of making me hard during work turn you on?” 

Holding both of your palms in one fistful grab he arches his hips against your waist letting you feel his boner. If his hungry gaze did not make you wet while you were serving drinks at the bar, feeling his hard-on sure did. Diluc actually gave you time to answer yet it led to nothing but another disappointment. His patience was running out of time. You were like a rabbit in his trap and he could not just wait to devour you, have his way with you.

“Ya’know it is rude not to answer, especially your master.” He says with a brooding look on his face. His voice is steady, nothing mere of annoyance can be pointed in his way of talking either but the way he keeps his eyes on you tells everything. 

“nei—neither.”

“Sorry. What was that?” Now he is just playing with his food. “Couldn't hear you properly. Come again?” He paused, looking at your hands that rested perfectly on his chest. “Or I should just check it by myself,” Before those words could register in your brain, he swiftly turned you around, pushing you onto the table. 

“Wai-wai-wait-wait” you blabber but it is too late. You could feel his hands over your ass cheeks, caressing roughly and now your red bunny outfit was in tatters. Your face laid hot against the glass of the wooden table as your master crouched down. Taking a good look he exclaimed, “what a pretty little liar.” 

His fingers are now teasing your wet clit, exploring and rubbing them. “What a fat pussy you have,” he says before lapping his tongue from the base to up your buttocks. An elongated groan escaped his mouth along the strain in his trousers growing more and harder to bear. 

“Ahh! Sir Diluc, please . . . more.” A stifling moan finally escaped your lips. Diluc spread apart your pussy lips apart and started to suck and lick alternatively with so much zeal, as if he was given the an opportunity to taste the finest wine in Mondsndat. 

The squelching and sucking noises were getting louder and louder while your body was slowly giving in, submitting to his urges. Your mind might be heavy on how unethical it is to have a physical relationship with your boss, but there is no way your body can deny him now. He has become your need, your saviour.

“Sir Diluc . . . Sir . . .Diluc. . . Diluc.” 

There was no response other than the wet noises that Diluc elucidated with his mouth at service. But seeing you all fidgeting and restless, your arms stretching to reach your clit, legs quivering and growing apart further he finally stood up. Unzipping his pants, springing free his cock out his trousers he grabbed your hips. 

“I’m putting it in,” He said but rather delayed it by smearing the cockhead with your juices. A jolt full of shivers ran through your nerves, skin coating with goosebumps before he pushed his cock to the tip in one full strong stroke. He was not joking when he warned you. Another prolonged groan before Diluc started to snap his hips against yours — deep and rough, calculated and hard; each stroke hit your sweet spot with so much precision that you had to cover your mouth from moaning loudly.

With your shame coagulated at the core of your throat, Diluc rasped, “This is my house. My property.”He hovered above you, kissing your shoulders, and said, “Tell me, darling, who exactly do you fear ?” And a harsh slap landed on your ass eliciting a shrill moan from you. His strokes are getting more erratic now. “Keep those pretty moans coming. Think you can do that for me?” he coaxed as he pulled you up holding you against his body, close to his chest.

“Yes. ’course. Sir Diluc.” You reply with vision blurred, the red bunny outfit layered at your belly button and the bottom part was in ruins. Diluc could not help but be impressed at your obedience. “Good Girl.” he praises “My good girl.” As he grabs your tits before hammering his cock into your hole again, panting and moaning; singing along with you in the same melody. 

Your nostrils could no longer smell the sweet aroma of the wines, rather the smell of sweat mixed with expensive cologne hit your nostrils. With a few longer and broad strokes he cums, and finishes inside you. His hands let go of the harsh hold on to your body but clasp around you with his cock still inside you, as both of you come down from high.

You finally reciprocate his touches as you hold his palms, and interlace your fingers with his. As you kiss his hand, he murmurs, “Didn't know scolding you would make you wear a bunny outfit.”

You tilted your face to see him. With a smirk you reply,“didn’t know wearing red would do the trick.” with a wink.

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[kazyurmao]

𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮

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      𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮

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Diluc Ragnvindr x Female Reader

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⚘ Synopsis: A young noble lady  is convinced to attend a party that is being held by the House of Ragnvindr

⚘ Warnings: Slow–burn. Fem-reader, Social Class. Prologue

⚘ Word Count: 2282

⚘ Prologue: The Flower Garden

Young nobles have lavish lives, ladies and dukes—princesses and princes—kings and queens. Mondstadt’s aristocracy, beyond doubt, had a life many dreamed of, possessing riches and honor. Commoners prayed to the lord of freedom to give them the opportunity of life complete with greed, mora, the symbol of survival in Mondstadt—you can do anything with mora. Do you have a sick loved one? Pay for medicine at the local market. Are you running out of groceries? Make sure you take a pouch of mora to buy the necessities: bread. Any wish you blow onto a dandelion can be paid with mora. Greed fills this society, and it so happens that those who have a ‘god’ on their side are graced with something many desire—freedom.

To a young noble—such as yourself—-that did not matter. You were lucky to be born into wealth, born into freedom. There was never a reason to be afraid. Being born into aristocracy meant not being afraid of the sheer thought of being able to survive the next day because wealth gave you access to any doctors who craved the shimmering gold just to cure the sick of an aristocrat. That’s what it means to be a youthful noble.

The curtains arose to show the sun’s glimmering rays—it was the first day of spring. The tingling sensation of the rays hit your cheek. It is was warm feeling as if the sun itself kissed your cheek. All the snow had melted away, abandoning enormous puddles of water as a mark that winter had left. The first leaves began to reappear on the dead trees. The coldness that engulfed your bedroom, and your skin, had left. And it was all thanks to the sun. “Good morning, my fair lady,” at last it’s your maid, Sophie, who greeted you right away with a glass of water. “My lord requested your attendance in today’s breakfast,” Sophie bowed as she relayed the message she was instructed to tell you. Your eyes never left Sophie’s eyes, as she already knew how much you disliked formalities, “Sophie, please get up,” you couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable with the way she bowed—your voice was soft yet firmly firm. Your fingers blocked your eyesight—as the sun’s rays had become too blinding. “Prepare my outfit for today—I’ll meet Father in a moment,” slowly lifting yourself from the bed, the rest of the maids enter the room—preparing to dress you up with today’s garments.

“My lady, today will be a sunny day—well according to the wizards of the west. Also on the third week of spring, Lord Barbatos will bless the land with the winds. The Dragon of the East is going to show up alongside the Archon.” One of the other maids informed you of the upcoming events that all of Mondstadt will be looking forward to. Their cold fingers ran all over your body, as they fixed you for breakfast. You even felt a bit of pressure on your shoulders, as they attempted to message and calm you down. However, it made it worse, when they were all over you. Their fingers…how they slide through everywhere. It made you feel overloaded, and although you knew they were just doing their job—you couldn’t help but feel your body burn at the feeling of their hands on you.

You felt like you were made out of porcelain, your body trembled, yet you knew you couldn’t show your discomfort. No. No. You don’t like the feeling of others touching you—yet you can’t lash out at them for doing their job. Not even the sun could protect you from their (the maid’s) cold fingers. Closing your eyes, you could only hum back. “Ah. yes. The annual Windblume festival should be around those dates.”

To be a young noble lady, you must be patient and modest—well—that’s what the governess taught you. As you made your way to the dining hall to meet up with your father, it was relatively uncommon to eat with the lord since he pledged loyalty to his duties—in simpler terms–your father is a workaholic. Of course, this excited you since you rarely saw him—you desperately tried to run. Yet, ultimately you knew a scolding would meet your demise. Patience. Patience. Be patient. A good daughter demonstrates patience. Your eyes quickly meet your dad’s eyes—your lips morph into a bright smile. “Dad!” who cares if the servants judged you—they wouldn’t understand the thrill of finally meeting with your dad. On this rare occasion, every second is special. Your heels are quick to echo, a click and clack throughout the dining hall, and your hands wide open to meet the embrace of your dad. He swiftly reciprocates your hug.

In contrast with the icy cold hands of your maids, your father has a tender touch when he hugs you. You felt sheltered—safe—with your dad, and he made sure you knew how much he adored you. Squeezing you more, and bringing you closer, you quickly heard him apologize. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry..my dear y/n, ” his voice split—the fragility—his tone was made of glass. Clearly, he had cried the previous night, for his voice was almost faded.

And although he did not specify why he was crying—you knew immediately. Of course, you knew, you were his daughter. Hearing his voice shattered, the way it turned into a higher pitch tone, broke your soul. And all you could do was reassure him that you forgave him, “It’s alright papa, it is alright papa….I know you have responsibilities.” Your soothing voice was enough to calm him down.

The workaholic man—known as your dad—regretted so much prioritizing his work over his family. The overly—sensitive man, who is not afraid to show his emotions, cried at the hands of his daughter. While he may be blind at the sight of his absence in his household, he vouched to his daughter that he would be more present in her future.

Breakfast operated smoothly—catching up with your dad—was the main discussion. There was a momentary pause, however, watching his hands become fists as he brought them closer to his mouth—he cleared his throat—hearing the phlegm wash away from his throat. It captured the attention of everyone—your siblings—your mother—and even the servants. You could hear the hesitation, murmuring a few times. You knew he was trying to memorize his speech, “I know you hate going to parties. I’m aware of how you are quick to reject invitations…but I plead to you to at least attend this one!” his eyes were shut closed….he certainly had rehearsed his little speech.

“Ahem…Duke Ragnvindr is planning to hold a party for his son—you know him …right? His name is Diluc Ragnvindr. I heard he graduated from the academy—he was on top of his class, and—allegedly—he’s one of the best knights out there.” You could see your father slightly open his eyes to look at a reaction—your reaction.

His cheeks are quick to become a warmer tone, “I heard he was handsome…a handsome fella! And best I heard he was quite the gentleman.” He furiously nodded his head to agree with himself, “Isn’t that right honey?” he swiftly looked at your mother—who nodded her head with the same ambition as your father. You, of course, facepalmed you already knew Diluc—how couldn’t you? He is well known for rejecting every proposal—from what you have heard from the gossip at tea parties.

According to rumors, it is said that Diluc had a lover, but of course, that has never been confirmed by the house of Ragnvindr. Allegedly, the breakup was rather messy—though nobody knows why they broke up. The whole relationship is a complete mystery, some say that his partner was a servant while others say it was a noble. No matter what, the relationship ended, and people say that Diluc can’t move on.

Rumors are rumors, however, so it’s not even confirmed. All you know about Diluc is that he rejects any proposal. While you may not be friends with him, you have met him…well sort of. Of course, you see him during formal events that the emperor holds, but you have never talked to him. You don’t even know what his voice sounds like, or how he acts. For all you know, the house of Ragnvindr could be speaking meaningless words, and spreading rumors that he acts like a ‘gentleman’. Who knows maybe they wanted to increase their popularity even more.

“Ah. Yes. Diluc, I am aware who he is father—who could forget that raging red hair?” your words held no interest, possibly because you had a slight feeling of what your father was trying to hint at…trying. He could continue to yap and compliment Diluc all he wanted, and your tone wouldn’t even change—not even at the slightest compliment. Diluc…how could you even describe him as a…person? Well, considering he is Mondstadt’s top bachelor, every young noble just wished to get a piece of him. His beauty outshines that of the purest water in all of Mondstadt, his delicate face is rather surprising since he was a knight in training. Although, he may not be an actual prince—much to any commoner and noble’s demise—many consider him the ‘uncrowned’ prince. His beauty works in his favor—for most of the part.

You, honestly, knew where your dad was leading this conversation, so he wants you to meet with Diluc? That wouldn’t even work.

A moment of silence engulfed the whole dining table. Taking a small sip of freshly brewed chamomile tea, tasting the warm mellowness of honey and the hint of apple run down your throat.

The silence took over and it was a clear sign for you to answer. “I suppose, it wouldn’t be a terrible idea to attend the party,” letting the tea cup gently rest back on the floral plate. It didn’t take long to hear your father’s excitement—again his voice became a bit louder and a bit higher, “I’ll ask your lady–in–waiting to write back to the Ragnvindr s!” Looking at your father’s happiness—alongside the rest of your family. Feeling a bit dumbfounded, you didn’t expect their happiness to last long…yet once again you were proven wrong.

Making your way down the corridors of your home, you see the gardens being attended to—calla lilies and small lamp grass were in season. Deciding on exploring the garden, you change path directions and head east—towards your garden. The small blue glow of the lamp grass was rather mesmerizing—they say that they are the homes of fairies. Whether it may or may not be true, its beauty was eye-capturing. Kneeling, your fingertips gently brush the blue bulb, the servants indeed did a good job nurturing the garden.

You remember how you begged your mom to hand you the job on the design of the garden, and while at first her refusal was firmed—eventually she caved in. You were honestly rather proud of the flowers you had ordered to be put.

But why calla lilies and small lamp grass? Well, you weren’t sure either. All you remember was that it appeared in a dream. The dream depicted your future—the love of your life—and the warmth you felt as he caressed your cheek. And while you didn’t see his face in particular, you saw the calla lilies and small lamp grass that surrounded your environment. Everything felt so—realistic—so real, you could feel the warmth of this mysterious man. His hands were quite rough—yet gentle—scars and burns decorated his arms. And while initially, it was a bit scary for you—he was the gentlest soul you have ever encountered.

When you woke up, you felt your heart shattered, and over the past few days, your mood worsened. You wanted to go back. No. You needed to go back. It was a sense of euphoria, the way your heart rate would go up as soon as you remembered…or tried to remember…his touch.

You supposed that was why you had ordered calla lilies and small lamp grass to grow, to remember you about a potential future—-well you hoped it would come true.

The sun and moon rise interchanging their jobs—the day of the party comes rather fast—the inexpiable dread lingers in your heart. You didn’t know what was worse, nobles judging or gossiping. Being part of the high class meant that you inherited social pressure—to maintain status—you knew you had to act a certain way for them. Status meant a lot, you must carry the surname of your family with dignity. However, no matter what—no matter how ‘perfect’ you were—the nobles find ways to judge and outcast others. They are cunning, quick to gossip—quick to outcast—those who are not favorable.

It was the sole reason why you didn’t attend parties, the music was too loud and quite frankly the people—the nobles—aren’t even nice, to begin with. Parties were simply not up to your standard, which your whole family was aware of by that point.

You wanted to avoid the attention—for you knew the nobles are far too cruel—that meant you would try your best to avoid people with a much more higher status.

In other words—you hope you won’t get the attention of one person.

Diluc Ragnvindr.

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Miffyur’s note:

HELLOOO, hi hi! Welcome Welcome. Sorry for my absence, and so sorry for not writing D: 

Anyway this one will have multiple parts (no— I don’t know how long it would be) Updates are most likely going to be slower, since my campus is opening soon. Whichhh means I am going to be focusing more on my studies :(

Bye Bye! <3

Miffyur (\_/)

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Diluc Ragnvindr (Genshin Impact) x Reader

RATING: General

GENRES: Fluff

WORD COUNT: 265

SUMMARY: Diluc carries you on his back when you struggle to keep up with the group.

NOTE: Reader is not the Traveller.

Aether glances over to you who's struggling to keep up with the rest of the group. He sends you a concerned look, pausing for a second to let you catch up with him. "Do you need to take a break?"

You shake your head from side to side. "I'm a bit tired," you answer, but you don't take Aether up on his offer. Instead, you turn your attention to Diluc. "Diluc, I'm sorry. Can you carry me?"

Diluc sighs as though exasperated, but his expression is far from being annoyed. He doesn't even think twice before crouching down and offering his back to you. "Get on," he tells you.

You beam, and you appreciatively climb on over to his back. Diluc wraps his arms around the back of your knees just as you move to wrap your arms around his neck for support, and he effortlessly lifts you up into the air. You rest yourself comfortably against Diluc's back, his hair tickling your cheeks as you let out a small giggle. Diluc resumes walking, leaving Aether and Paimon to follow after him.

"Wow, I never expected to see Master Diluc offer a piggy back ride!" Paimon comments with her usual cheerful voice.

Aether laughs in response. "Well, it is them, after all. Master Diluc's favouritism towards them is well-known in Mondstadt, apparently."

"..." Diluc provides no commentary of his own. It's not like he can deny it since it's the truth, anyways. He hears you give a quiet laugh behind him, but you don't respond to Aether's comment either, simply nuzzling yourself against Diluc further. It's fine like this.

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◇ 𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ◇

TO: @hollythius-rising EVENT HOSTED BY: @solarisfortuneia

SYNOPSIS:

The most renowned love stories tend to be about either whirlwind romances or heartfelt tragedies. A love brewed by fighting against all odds provides a sense of fulfillment after all the drama, the angst, the conflicts, and the memories. It is a buildup to the climax wherein the readers live vicariously, to see the leads achieve happiness after a lifetime of misery. However, in reality, many pairs of soulmates find peace in the simplistic beauty that life can offer. They fight when absolutely necessary to maintain the harmony that safeguards the fragile glass known as happiness. Amidst the trivialities, the foundations of felicity can be forged little by little; and what once served as mere frivolity becomes the profound bond of unconditional loyalty—the foundation of all true loves.

ENTRY TYPE: Event Submission, F!Reader

WARNING(S): mentions of abuse, mentions of violence, mentions of problematic themes, implications of neurodivergence, blood, unstable mental state, juxtaposed writing style, ambiguous relationships, slight toxicity, mild angst (because I need to sprinkle some even if my focus is fluff), author is sorry for submitting late, etc...

CHARACTER(S):

Diluc Ragnvindr, Alhaitham, Childe/Tartaglia/Ajax

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DILUC RAGNVINDR is a man of intrigue filled with mysteries hidden in the darkest shadows of the night. In a way, he is someone who breathes in contradictions as much as he lives in resolute convictions. He approaches life with a headstrong mind and steadfast heart, yet his soul tends to navigate a treacherous world by means of putting on masks infused with his spirit to distribute justice. The body born with the red hair of dawn and the crimson eyes of dusk takes flight as the firebird across the twilight. He honors the name of Noctua, which had blessed him at the tender age of 10. Despite his straightforward nature, his true persona is as elusive as any respectable gentleman with skeletons locked in his closet—or buried in Dawn Winery, for this case.

However, as expected of any formidable vigilante, there is one trustworthy confidante behind them. They are the precious secret keeper, the one to uphold the contingencies that shall be in play if the vigilante falls amidst disaster. In some cases, they stand as the one person who will remember the masked heroes for all their entirety and become their proof of existence.

For Diluc, that is you.

He had just become the Cavalry Captain of Ordo Favonius when he met you. The sight of you, a girl no older than him, battered and covered in blood was bone-chilling. He swiftly commanded the Knights of Favonius to escort you safely to Mondstadt, and led the caravan while ensuring your comfort. A peaceful smile was on your delicate lips even as tears poured down your cheeks. He asked for the reason behind your contradicting expression, bewildered and alarmed as he floundered on how to help you.

"Barbatos heard my prayers." You told him, "I am free now."

Diluc figured that is when his infatuation started with you. The years that had passed as you settled down into the city, the years that had passed after his departure from Mondstadt due to the death of his father, and the years that had passed when he returned...

None of it made a difference to what he feels for you.

If anything, the flames grew stronger and more adamant to have you.

As always, Diluc's nights conclude with a visit to your abode. After his nightly patrols, you are always the solace that awaits him. Whenever he tried to stop his visits, you will go to Dawn Winery yourself to ensure he took care of himself. He never wants you to ever risk yourself by travelling in the dark just to check on him, so he found it easier to just visit you after his patrols.

Sorry to have kept you waiting. Diluc seems to say whenever he finds you asleep on your couch, waiting for him all night. He would carry you in his arms, tucking you back to your bed. As he turns to leave, your hand would tug on his sleeve. His crimson eyes would see you awake, just barely to give him a pleading gaze and a dazzling smile. A part of him wondered if you dreamed of him all those years he had been away, utterly consumed by scathing grief. It made him ponder for how much longer he will keep you waiting.

I am fine, just stay with me. You seem to reply as you watch him discard his coat to join you. The line between friends and lovers blur for those nights of synchronicity. He would hold you until dawn, wherein the morning light would take him back to Dawn Winery. You wake up to an empty bed, yet the warmth soothes you despite his absence. You never complained nor expected more than what he could provide. You never tried to put a label to what you have. The important point is that Diluc always came to you, and that was all that ever mattered.

Please never let me go. Diluc was used to fighting his battles alone, yet he could never resist the allure of returning to you the first night you patched him up after a rough confrontation against a hoard of enemies. It yielded further moments wherein you would either prepare him a warm bath, or just patch him up with a few words of admonishment to be more careful next time. Every touch made him adore you, and every word made him admire you.

I am always with you. That was all you could truly offer to ease his suffering. You knew that your dear knight of dawn is broken, and pieces of him have permanently gone missing. He cannot be fixed and you do not seek to do it. You merely hold him, as his body was covered in gauze with his head on your shoulders. You do not speak of the tears you do not see as it soaked your dress, nor do you speak of the nightmares he confided to you past gritted teeth. I love you. Who will say it first?

"Honestly," you sighed, "your injuries tonight make me think you're doing it on purpose at this point."

Diluc almost smirked, "I suppose the notion is not too far off."

You plastered the adhesive bandage a little too harshly onto his chest, making him wince. He caressed the abused skin before putting on the spare shirt you gave him while you took hold of his cloak. You retrieved your sewing kit to repair the slight tear on the fabric.

"Don't even joke about that!" You scowled sternly, "What are you, a child? If you wish to see me, you ask for an invitation. Better yet, try to start a conversation. It feels as if you can only talk to me as the Darknight Hero and never as Diluc Ragnvindr."

He frowned confusedly, "What do you mean? If anyone knows all sides of me, it's you."

You raised a brow at him in challenge, "Oh yeah? Then why do you avoid crossing my path during daytime? Why do you only dare approach me during nighttime, away from any prying eyes?"

His lips part to deny your allegations but promptly close it when you point your needle at him. There was a stern glint in your eyes, the familiar fire that rivalled his own Pyro Vision. It makes him look away guiltily, fiddling with his ponytail as he released his hair from the tie. Seeing that he was not arguing anymore, you went back to your task as you continued to speak.

"I'm not one of those girls vying for your attention or anything," you said calmly, "but I won't deny that it grates on my nerves as I see you changing directions whenever you spot me en route. Then you come to my home as if it was like any other night."

You cut the thread as you finished stitching, glancing back at Diluc.

"Are you ashamed of me or something?" You asked bluntly.

"No!" He protested vehemently, "It's the total opposite."

A slight blush engulfed his face at the unwitting confession, but he does not correct himself nor take it back. You stared with wide eyes of awe and surprise, taken aback yet mostly amused. Rather than delving into it, you decided to keep silent as your eyes evaluated Diluc under a new light. You chuckled goodheartedly as you stood up, gesturing for him to do the same. Once he did, you help him put his coat back on and may have lingered to touch his arms. You were utterly shameless, grinning as he did not even tense up. It shows his familiarity with your caresses, even as you blatantly traced his shoulders to dust off some unseen lint.

"You owe me a date tomorrow then, Master Diluc~!" You whispered onto his ear.

Your cheeky remark ends with a chaste peck on his cheek, making the man look at you with a flustered astonishment. You giggle at his adorable expression, turning away to clean up the clutter in your living room. There was a sensual sway to your hips as you walked away, a soothing hum reverberating from your lips. This sight of you, bathed under the moonlight, felt so domestic and surreal to Diluc. Once again, he finds himself pining for a dream that could be just a step away from reality. He only needs to muster the courage to take that step, and you could be his for as long as you would have him in return.

Diluc yearns for you. He yearns for a future with you.

At the same time, he wonders if he could protect you beyond the clandestine moments shared with you. As he grabs your hand and twirls you into his arms, he found his answer by brushing his lips against yours with an intense look on his eyes.

"You missed." He retorts.

That was your first kiss with Diluc Ragnvindr.

"The wind wisps guided us, but the flame sprites united us."

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ALHAITHAM is a man of logic and rationality defined by the reasonable standards of routine. As an advocate of truth and wisdom, he has a thirst for knowledge controlled only by the disciplinary restraint of abstinence. This balanced mindset has earned him the title of Scribe within Sumeru's Akademiya, a well-maintained equilibrium between ambition and humility. Alas, this chosen lifestyle is not without its drawbacks to accompany the merits. Though this silver-haired scholar would argue that these cons are not truly detrimental, his peers would beg to differ when they tend to suffer said disadvantages more often than not. After all, the most brilliant geniuses tend to have quirks; and for this scholar hailing from the Darshan of Haravatat, it is his grievously cold-hearted personality.

His harsh disposition, more often than not, can be attributed to his analytical behavior. While he is not unsympathetic, Alhaitham is the type to prioritize facts over sentimental attachments. Because of this, most of his peers find it hard to get along with him.

That was, of course, until he was paired with you.

You had been desperate to find a decent roommate in the dormitories of the Akademiya, while Alhaitham wants a roommate whom would just learn to respect his supposedly strict boundaries. You heard from a friend about it and sought his contacts on the message board. You passed his initial assessment of you, and everything else was history.

Alhaitham was extremely meticulous of his space because he wants to be efficient with his time. That means every single thing in his home needs to be set in its place so a routine would remain undisturbed. If something goes wrong, it irritates him and it puts his mental facilities to work for something he deems could have been avoided. Despite his effective work ethics, he can be quite lazy in that regard. He does not wish to waste time and effort for someone else's incompetence, which people tend to find off-putting. However, you see it differently. He has his preferences, and it just so happens to be more thorough than most—which you respect.

For a while, you took the time to observe Alhaitham closely. It befuddled and agitated him at first, since there are times your glare could be quite piercing. If you had a problem with him, you should just say it. There are even moments when he thought you were stalking him. Alas, it was actually because you were taking note of his boundaries and his miniscule habits to adapt to them without compromising your own comfort.

Once the first week had passed, Alhaitham noticed your efforts blossom.

To his pleasant surprise, it even benefited him.

"[Name]," he called indifferently, "have you seen—"

"—your book on ancient runes?" You finished, "You left it on the couch when you got the emergency summons from your thesis professor. It was inspection day and I didn't want it to get confiscated, so I put it on the third shelf on the right with a disguised journal cover."

His sharp eyes looked at your precise directions. Lo and behold, there was his book—untouched and even bookmarked on the last page he left. It was a rather neat bookmark too, laminated autumn leaves and ferns with the Sumerian letters that spell your name on the paper base.

"You want one?" You asked, "I could make a custom design for you. I saw your old bookmark when I was cleaning the trash, and it will help keep your pages neat by not having to fold them."

Alhaitham stares at you with a calculative detachment, yet you did not miss the flicker of warm gratitude that you knew surprised even himself. He nods wordlessly while politely handing your bookmark back.

After you both graduated, it took little time for him to achieve the job of Scribe. Meanwhile, you ended up getting a job in Zubayr Theater to pursue the arts as a playwright. Much to Alhaitham's surprise, it had been your plan all along. Your time spent learning in Haravatat was to provide a deeper nuance to your stories by making use of ancient languages and inputting traditional designs onto your craftsmanship. It was an amalgamation of wisdom that you proclaim the sages have neglected, an artform they prohibit due to ignorance. As he read one of your plays on a whim, he begins to see you in an appraising light. In fact, the appreciative delight he felt in your texts was demonstrated by how he never misses a single play written by you when it is performed on stage.

You could not pinpoint when things began to transition from platonic kinship to romantic entanglement between you two. All you can recall is that Alhaitham invited you to live with him again.

"Don't you already have a roommate? Kaveh, was it?" You asked curiously.

Alhaitham scoffs, "He tends to get on my nerves a bit. Having you there would teach him a thing or two about respecting my space, and minding his own business."

You snorted amusedly but accepted his offer. You knew better than to question Alhaitham. Although you wanted to joke about whether he still has room in his house, you knew it will fly over his head. It would only be a leeway to roast you about how he would not have offered if he did not have a room unoccupied to accommodate you.

Henceforth, that is how you got your own key to Alhaitham's house.

It must have been quite a shock to witness for Kaveh, how you and Alhaitham seamlessly move around each other. You always rise an hour before Alhaitham's scheduled awakening in the morning. You bathe and keep the bathroom clean, with enough hot water for him to use. Then, you cook breakfast and brew his coffee with a specific mug he uses in the morning to keep track of his caffeine intake. Straight black and no sugar, but you will add two teaspoons of cream to ensure it does not scratch his throat. By the time he gets dressed, you have his meal set on the table right where his seat has a good view on the window. It was not the landscape itself but the sunlight that hits just right for him to read any book he currently fancies while he sat to eat.

Alhaitham will always clean his own dishes, which will leave you to double-check your things before you both leave for your respective jobs together. Kaveh gapes when he actually sees the silver-haired man help carry your things while you put on your shoes.

"Kaveh," Alhaitham said nonchalantly, "we're both going to be home late. Don't wait up."

You smiled warmly, "There's still food left for you if you get hungry. Oh, and—"

With no hint of shame, your hands patted Alhaitham down. Your calloused fingers rummage his pockets and retrieve his keys, separating the ones that belonged to Kaveh which got dragged with his own. The most astonishing is how the man remains unfazed by your casual yet intimate touches, even leaning into it.

"—here are your keys again!" You laughed as you threw them at the blond, "Honestly, I should get us some kind of key hangers to prevent this from happening."

"Do you want to go now?" Alhaitham asked smoothly, "I have some time."

"I don't have the money for it yet!"

"Don't be ridiculous. Of course, I'm paying."

Kaveh could only stare incredulously as he held his keys. He watches you both depart, voices fading behind the door and into the distance.

Meanwhile, Alhaitham all too chivalrously takes your hand in his as you both strolled down the streets. You hummed a familiar tune that you have been working to integrate on your next play. He takes note of it, subtly turning a vial in his headphones to record your voice. You did not stop him, eyes wandering to window shop.

"How was your latest research?" You asked.

"Troublesome," Alhaitham sighs lightly, "the scholars involved in it give me a headache."

You cooed, raising your free hand to sweep his bangs and massage his temple mildly. You stopped to focus back on walking but now allowed your fingers to stroke the callouses on the hand you held. Soon, he drops you off at Zubayr Theater and releases you from his grasp. You held back a smile, cheeks blushing, when he kisses the back of your hand before tracing your palm with his fingertips as he lets you go. For a moment, his intense gaze shimmered in a darker turquoise and vibrant rustic orange—reminding you of both the rainforests and deserts of Sumeru.

"I'll stop by in the library with tea and snacks for you." You mention.

Alhaitham gives you a fond smile, a privilege only ever meant for you.

"I would appreciate that." He replied.

"Be the oasis to my desert, the prized flower in my secret garden."

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CHILDE is a man that goes by many names, each with a role to play like a performer on a stage. Amongst all these aliases, one of them comes with a literal mask belonging to a Fatui Harbinger—Tartaglia, the Eleventh. He is the youngest to ever rise to such a status, and it was with good reason. With the exception of the higher-ranked Harbingers, his skills in the battlefield are practically unparalleled. Frankly, the only thing sharper than his twin hydro blades is his ambition for more power and worthy opponents. That is likely why he fit right into the standards of the Fatui, enough to please even the cold-hearted Tsaritsa whom is implied to have a soft spot for her Harbingers despite her loveless soul. As the person that grew up with him, you felt proud of him yet also concerned over him.

After all, regardless of everything, he remains as Ajax to you.

In a matter of three days, that Ajax lost the light in his eyes but you carried that light in your heart. It seems that was enough to you, and that was also reason enough for him to still come home to you.

"What gave you strength to return?" You asked delicately, "Three months in the Abyss only to realize Teyvat only missed you for three days, it must have been a tumultuous affair. What enabled you to gain power to rise above it?"

Childe looks at you with a wistful smile, eyes remaining dull. However, the touch of his gloved hand in yours displayed an everlasting bond while the other held the fishing pole.

"My family," he replied, "and you..."

You smiled fondly, sagging in relief. Ajax still lives even if his light has dimmed.

The times he returned from missions—covered in blood that you knew were a mix of his own, and that of another poor soul that has ceased to exist—were all vivid in your memories. The first few nights, your hands trembled; yet you showed no fear in your eyes as you gazed into those lifeless blues. He was still Ajax, whom just grew up for the thrill of battles and an ambition for chaos. When he smiles at his siblings, you feel his genuine love envelop the room and that is how you knew the existence of Tartaglia can never truly overcome Ajax. The light of a flame may extinguish, but the warmth of its existence shall leave ashes and soot—until the day it ignites again.

Wrapped in bandages, Childe pulls you into his arms and lies down on your bed. You let him do as he pleased, aware that once the high from the bloodbath is over for the Tsaritsa's Tartaglia...all that would be left is the turmoil of your Ajax.

"If you are bloodstained," you swore, "then I will wash you all clean."

His embrace tightens, cradling the back of your head to ensure you will not look at him. You close your eyes and sigh, pressing your ear against his chest. The thumping of his heart races slightly as the heat of your skin passes to his own, soothing the scars and invigorating his veins.

"That would make you an accomplice." He said huskily, "I don't want to taint you."

You laughed blithely, wriggling from his grip to lift your head and boop his nose.

"Silly, Ajax~!" You crooned adoringly, "Even the purest snow needs to get dirty to melt into spring; and even the clearest waters hold their secrets beyond what the eyes can see."

Your eyes gained a ruthless gleam that made Childe's breath hitch. Your fingertips traced his torso, dabbling on the line between his skin and the gauzes. Your hand wraps around his throat, not tight to suffocate but enough to make him feel the weight of its existence. It was not calloused from a lifetime of battles, but from years of labor within Snezhnaya's endless winter. Nevertheless, it felt soft and delicate compared to his own.

"Should the day ever come," you promised solemnly, "that Tartaglia devours Ajax within you, I would kill you myself."

Childe's eyes widened. For a second, the lost spark in his eyes flickered.

"Tainting me or not," you smirked meaningfully, "it was never a choice for you to make, Ajax."

In a matter of circumstance, you joined the Fatui with a determined glint in your eyes and a menacing sharpness in your serene smile. You were not empty or unfeeling, for you still shone with an unforgiving light that dismantled even the Harbingers to their core. You did not hold the same prowess as Childe did when he started as a recruit, but your potential was overflowing when it came to everything else. It took a matter of months before the Harbingers, excluding perhaps the Jester and Capitano whom had been silent, began fighting in a passive-aggressive manner in an attempt to have you as their subordinate. The Tsaritsa had been indifferent, though she did seem to smile when you met her eyes fearlessly after your paths briefly crossed in the Zapolyarny Palace.

The other Harbingers must have taken quite a hit to their pride when you chose to bend one knee—bowing only in front of the Eleventh, right where they can see you.

"This humble soldier swears allegiance to Tartaglia, Eleventh of the Fatui Harbingers."

Childe gave a knowing smile, eyes flashing in appreciative endearment as he beholds your glorious form. He glances at his fellow Harbingers with a triumphant glare, brimming with possessive arrogance to which they all scowled. There was a palpable tension, a hint of envy to know that the lowest rank amongst them can encourage such devout loyalty. It was obvious there was something else to your relationship, but nobody could alas prove it.

"Rise, [Name]." He projects strongly, "This Harbinger acknowledges your oath."

Although you have joined his crusade in the Fatui, it did not mean you had to leave the place you have made for yourself in his family as his childhood friend. Since Childe made it clear he wishes to keep his real job a secret from the little ones, you also played your part in the secrecy. As far as his younger siblings are concerned, you are now an employee in Childe's toymaking company. In fact, you are the main designer of the toys. It is not too far from the truth since you end up being the one providing the toys to keep covering for Childe's lie. He knows engineering is one of your many talents, a reason why even Dottore and Sandrone had been very interested to have you as an assistant.

"[Name]," Teucer said when you joined their family for dinner, "when are you going to marry our brother?"

Childe ended up choking on his water, spilling it all over the table—much to his mother's chagrin. His father amusedly watches him struggle to regain his breath, patting his back in mocking consolation. You remain unfazed as you smiled at Teucer, whom sat on your other side. You chuckled as you grabbed the napkin, wiping away the crumbs and sauce on his youthful face. As Childe coughed into his elbow, he could not help but admire that maternal glow around you.

"When your brother asks, I suppose." You answered seriously.

Tonia squeals in delight while Anthon whistles, and Teucer celebrates by clapping his hands. All three glared at Childe expectantly while he stared at you, mouth agape and cheeks flushing in a rare image of flustered astonishment. His eyes seem to shake in unfathomable emotions, gulping dryly when you met his gaze with a challenging smile.

"It's getting late." His mother saves the day, "Ajax should escort [Name] back home."

His father smirked before Childe could agree, "Or [Name] could just stay the night like she always did when she and Ajax were younger. It's been a while since she has visited. It would be a shame for her to leave so soon."

Tonia nodded sagely, "I agree. Besides, maybe our dumb brother could finally pop the question if he gets used to sharing a room with his future wife again."

Just like that, the almighty Eleventh Harbinger got bullied by his own family.

In the solitude of his bedroom, you and Childe got dressed for bed with your backs turned to each other. Once done, you boldly embrace him from behind as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. You lean your head against his while he sat hunched over the bedside, elbows on his knees. He sighs with an exasperated smile, tilting his head to look back at you.

"You have got to stop teasing me like that." He said.

You grinned smugly, kissing him passionately on the lips.

Friend, comrade, lover—the label matters not.

The absolute truth is that you are bound to be together until your hearts stopped beating.

"Beyond the gods I defy, my end shall come in your hands."

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#— summer santa. #genshin impact #𝗜 αnσdчnє sαвαísm 𝗜 #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #diluc x you #diluc x reader #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x you #childe x reader #childe x you #event submission #f!reader #sfw #this was very late i'm so sorry #i admittedly procrastinated while also getting swarmed by work and the stress of moving houses #hopefully this was worth the wait #diluc ragnvindr #alhaitham #childe #tartaglia #genshin tartaglia

[throwaway-yandere]

His Adorable Pen Pal (Yandere!Thoma/Reader)

a/n: thoma is my 16th max friendship lvl character and i really like his vibes. personally, yan!thoma is hard to pull off. Thoma's such a green flag, if this was an otome isekai he'd definitely be the 2nd male lead LMAO– ((and yee, there are some very smol references from past works, they're not important theyre just iykyk moments)). this took longer cause i wrote diluc's part at the same time to try to get the story feel more connected. also, @kardi76 im so sorry please tell me you slept ;;-;; cause there is no closure (lololol).

gn!reader

a pretty reliable synopsis: thoma would do anything to meet you... (so please don't screw it up).

Cw: yandere!thoma. (Thoma is not self-aware that he's yan and thats the best part--) Implied yan!childe and diluc (soldier & king)

Parts:

Soldier, Poet (You are here), King

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If you asked (Y/n) (L/n) who "Fixer" was, they would tell you that he's one of the few people who could understand them deeply.

If you asked (Y/n) (L/n) who Thoma was, well, the best response someone could get from them is "Hmm... I guess the name sounds familiar," followed by "ah, so that's who he is. Okay then."

The two of you have been penpals for almost five years, but neither of you revealed your real names. You addressed him as "Fixer" (a pen name Kamisato Ayato had relentlessly recommended), and he responded to your calls as "Levi" (short for the infamous Lunar Leviathan sea legend). This is not due to the lack of courage or trust, but because you mutually agreed that it would add more mystery and thrill to your inevitable first meeting.

But one of you lied.

Thoma knew exactly what your name was. He knew your height, eye color, family, and a number of other personal facts that a regular housekeeper would not have had the opportunity to learn so readily. Earning your private information was his quota with Lord Kamisato for helping him "burn a few stray leaves", but the given information wasn't the most important findings of their investigation, no.

It was the revelation that (Y/n) (L/n), rather, YOU were his first love.

Thoma would happily take up any attractive label that fit his romanticized viewpoint, be it infatuation or puppy love. You were the kid he frequently spent time with within the Mondstadt public library. Granted, you both often took seats two chairs apart from one another, but the sticky notes passed along the table did not make the distance feel too far. You were each other's confidants. You both didn't belong anywhere and Thoma was bound to catch a teeny weenie crush on you.

It's no secret that Thoma is a hopeless romantic. He believes in his lucky omamori and fortune slips, hence it's not a huge stretch that he believes in soulmates too. No one in the Kamisato Estate was surprised when he preached that it is fate that bonded you two together. Lord Kamisato incessantly teased him for it, but Thoma was none the wiser. He thought that Ayato's remarks about being whipped were a compliment and that only made everyone more keenly aware that he was absolutely smitten. 

Thoma was ultimately determined to reunite with you once more. The two of you lay on the same bed but with different dreams, and Thoma wished otherwise. He wanted to demonstrate to you that, if a "failure" like him could win the hearts of the Inazuman populace, then Mondstadt could also respect you and your adorable eccentricities.

But that won't be an easy feat.

The journey to Liyue was perilous, but it was nothing compared to his first trip to Inazuma. It was a bit funny how most of the ships to Liyue were suspended. Luckily, Thoma never lost hope. He and Captain Beidou came to an agreement whereby she would allow him to board the Alcor in exchange for a thorough cleanup. And hey, when it comes to housework, he's almost as passionate as Beidou's need to see the Tianquan, so it was a true non-zero-sum game.

Going from Liyue to Mondstadt was quite a chore as well. Some mora is better than no mora, and that was his way of coping after dishing out 900 mora to pay a guide and his spouse to help him out. The guide never shuts up. He kept talking about a drunkard friend from Mondstadt while his spouse graciously tried to focus on Thoma's needs. His spouse was clearly forced to marry the man under a contract. The Mondstadter prayed that your future marriage is far from theirs. Thoma's patient, but he doesn't think you can handle hearing about osmanthus wine, or in his case, housekeeping, for the rest of your married life. (The spouse can prepare some delectable seafood, though.)

Thoma considered whether his determination to meet you again was being tested by cleaning the entire ship and listening to an old couple bicker 24/7. At least he's in Mondstadt now, right?

"Excuse me, miss. Do you know where Mx. (Y/n) (L/n) is?"

Thoma was very amazed by the souvenir shop owner's ability to hear him over the talk of other tourists and the clacking of hooves that returned knights from a prolonged expedition. The town square is adorned with proud flags and colorful banners that symbolized the KoF's triumphant return, which meant the grandmaster is home as well.

Since Varka is here then that means--

"Ahh, (Y/n)?" Marjorie tapped her bottom lip. "That ungrateful kid isn't here. They didn't even bother to welcome their cousin home. They're probably sulking elsewhere."

Thoma flinched.

"Excuse me?"

"What's wrong? You do know what kind of person (Y/n) is, right?" Marjorie said nonchalantly.

"I mean, what did you expect? They're a disappointment to the Imunlaukr Clan, so it's only natural that they would shy away from celebrations like this. It's for the best, no one wants a weirdo around to spoil the festival."

His eyes darkened. Thoma's entire focus was on Marjorie now, and he didn't hear a teary-eyed person running for the stairs.

"How do you have the guts to say that about someone?"

Marjorie raised an eyebrow.

"But it's the truth–"

"Just how much do you know about (Y/n)?" Thoma gritted his teeth.

"Have you talked to them before? Have you taken them out for lunch? Do you know how they feel when people talk about them like that? Do you know how hard they worked to please everyone?"

At this point, the noise from the crowd began to simmer down as they tried to eavesdrop on this confrontation. Thoma subconsciously towered above Marjorie, and his hand slammed the door beside her.

His dull green eyes leered deep into her soul.

"N-No?"

"Then you should watch what you say, Miss."

The scent of embers wafted in the air.

Thoma didn't notice it was his own doing until Marjorie screamed. His conscience was stirred by her horrified eyes, and he quickly pushed away.

Heat radiated throughout the shop and Marjorie's arm, but fortunately, it wasn't enough to cause blisters and unbearable pain.

"O-Oh I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to come off that strong!" Thoma rambled on, fearing that he may have crossed the line. He felt multiple stares drilling the back of his head, and that solidified how wary the crowd was. "I'm just saying you should be careful what you say next time! You never know if you're hurting someone already."

Thoma's not the villain here. He's just teaching her a valuable lesson, that's all.

"R-right..." Marjorie whimpered. Her sleeves were nearly burnt to crisp and Thoma's heart dropped at the thought of additional expenses. Still, he's not above paying the price. 

"I'm r-really sorry for the damages!" He blurted out. "I'll pay you back, how much?"

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Some mora is better than no mora, sure, but now that latter is starting to sound more like his situation.

Thankfully Marjorie didn't ask for much. Thoma couldn't decide whether to chalk it up as good fortune or the result of being too intimidating. Either way worked out for him anyway, cause he would've tried to haggle the price down if it were too expensive.

Thankfully Marjorie didn't ask for much. Thoma couldn't decide whether to chalk it up as good fortune or the result of being too intimidating. Either way worked out for him anyway, cause he would've tried to haggle the price down if it were too expensive.

But the fact that his emotions got the best of him was alarming...

Did you mean this much to him?

... Who is he kidding? Of course, you do!

Thoma sailed through storms and walked mountains to see you again, didn't he? His protectiveness is just a form of love. Marjorie isn't ill so no harm done, but if the situation called for it he would've undoubtedly escalated it to something more. This type of determination makes him your protector from afar, doesn't it?

"Ugh..." Thoma pouted. "Don't they sell anything other than alcohol here? I can't stomach the smell..."

While looking for a non-alcoholic beverage, he caught a glimpse of a passing slender and tall figure that loomed behind him. His strides were large and the head above his shoulders was etched in a permanently stern expression. The vibrant strawberry hair that crowned his head both contrasted his dim face and signified which family he belonged to–- who he was. It's none other than Diluc Ragnvindr.

Thoma grinned. When you and Thoma had the entire library to yourselves, Diluc used to take care of you two. He had the honor of overseeing two very bashful kids who were three years younger than him. Second only to Lord Kamisato, he was one of the most passionate people Thoma had ever met.

"Hey, Diluc!"

He didn't anticipate anything will happen when he called Diluc's name. The last time they met, Diluc was the nation's rising star, while Thoma was a timid teenager. Diluc may not know him now that Thoma pulled back his golden hair and changed the tone of his voice to one that exudes social lightness.

"It's me!" He grinned and reached out his hand for a handshake. Thoma was a bit nervous. He didn't know if he should be casual with the Ragnvindr heir, but this approach is ten times better than ignoring him. Thoma is not without care for friends. Why wouldn't he greet an old buddy? Especially the kid who played devil's advocate for your shenanigans?

"Th–"

Diluc briefly exhibited signs of fear before clearing his throat.

"Thoma." Diluc bit back coldly.

Thoma hesitantly sank his hand back into his pockets. What was that look for? Did he do something wrong?-- Well, he did almost burn a store down... but it didn't feel like that was the reason behind that face he made.

"I-It's been a long time!" He beamed, joyful that one of the few people who didn't shun him in his childhood still recalled him. "I thought you wouldn't recognize me anymore!"

Diluc hummed curtly. His eyes were sharp, which only accentuated that he hates to prolong whatever conversation this was, if you could call it one.

"I wouldn't dare make the mistake of not knowing who you are."

Thoma chuckled nervously. "Right."

"Is that all?" Diluc huffed.

"Oh," Thoma scratched the back of his head. "How's Master Crepus? I'm old enough now, you think he'll allow me to drink this time?"

He teased quickly before he loses Diluc's attention. It was just a small jest that alluded to the time young Thoma sneaked in inside Dawn Winery, but the look on Diluc's face was indescribable.

One thing was for certain, he was not pleased.

"N-Nevermind, how's Kaeya–"

"Have a pleasant evening, Mister Thoma." Diluc immediately turned his back on him, and his footsteps already drowned Thoma's unpolished ramblings.

"I hope you have fun staying in Mondstadt."

Mondstadt's chatter sounded in a near-endless chorus, therefore confirming that Diluc left the conversation.

He sighed humorously loud.

"Haaaaah... this is one of the most overwhelming homecomings of all time, alright. Maybe it could even top dad's... Wherever he is."

Thoma thought it would be him who would be unrecognizable in both appearance and personality. 

But it seems Diluc changed too. And if Thoma were to be so bold, maybe he changed too much. He wondered how you felt about that–-

Thoma gasped.

Wait...

He opened numerous letters about the toxic people. You often compared a "friend" of yours and the people around "them" to a broke coin collector and a few pennies. Several anecdotes described in detail how the broke coin collector wanted to buy a fresh loaf of bread but was unable to part with their money since they believed it will one day reveal its true value.

The "Fixer" thoughtlessly retorted that "a coin's purpose by the end of the day is to be spent. What good will holding on do if you starve yourself to death? You need to tell the coin collector that their life is worth more than what they've saved."

He grimaced.

He was just trying to sound poetic. Thoma never thought that there was a possibility that one of these "coins" might be Master Diluc Ragnvindr himself.

Thoma crossed his arms and shook his head. It doesn't matter. He could be wrong. Maybe Diluc is just in a bad mood, and it's not like the 'cavalry captain' knows that he's "Fixer". It'll be ignorant to assume that a bright man like Diluc became a toxic person just because of one bad day.

Besides, some mora is better than no mora, and you still have him. And even if Diluc walked out of your life, Thoma will never let you be alone.

So don't worry, okay?

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Thoma didn't remember Dragonspine being this cold.

The last time he traversed the bridge towards the mountain was years ago, and he faintly remembers traveling with adventurer Cyrus to collect logs. He resisted the cold back then, but he can no longer say the same now that he's a pyro vision user. His pyro shield doesn't seem to provide any warmth in Dragonspine. Kind of backwards, isn't it? Thank goodness Good Hunter's served hot coffee. It was the only non-alcoholic drink they served this festival. His bottle preserved the comforting heat, and his hands were delighted to hold on to it. It was almost a torch for his vision to light up each time.

He also didn't bring a map. It wasn't in his budget after paying the Goth Hotel extra for his stay which was a major bummer (he doesn't recall the prices being that high before?) but it's alright. You write about the place sporadically that it almost felt like he knew the place like the back of his hand.

"H-hoo… I should've brought extra layers…" Thoma shivered. "Y-You made it sound like Dragonspine wasn't t-this cold at all… Oh, dear… I'm r-really tempted to run on the i-ice now…"

Once he pushed away from the branches of one particular tree, the bizarre trip had all been worth it.

"(Y/n)..."

He knew that who he saw had to be you.

Because you were breath-taking.

But that bliss was short-lived. Something was wrong. 

"--I'm so glad to have met you and the Fishing Association. You didn't know who my family was and treated me like a friend, not a means to an end." 

A crease formed between Thoma's eyebrows and his lips trembled. His face contorted in an ineffable string of hurt and betrayal, and his suffocating grasp on the poor tree beside him burned. 

Your shoulders were drooped and you wore a Snezhnayan scarf, but most importantly, you were confiding in this blue-eyed stranger.

You were confiding in someone else that isn't him. He's your soulmate! He should be the only one you could count on.

The thud of his boots on crusty snow stopped Thoma from threading farther. That sounded too loud. If he moved a little closer, they'd hear him. And he can't afford to look like a stalker.

Thoma gulped harshly. He should've prayed that his first meeting with you wouldn't be spoiled by some filthy man he didn't even know.

What are you doing?

That spot was supposed to be for him.

Who is that man?

When you started running and the stranger followed after, Thoma walked to your camp and picked up his unopened letter. His letter sat near your plate and other discarded items.

You didn't even read it before talking to that stranger. Did that man matter more than him?

He tucked it away and smiled sadly.

You're not ready to know his feelings just yet.

But don't worry! You and Thoma will fall in love when the time is right.

It's fate, after all! He just KNOWS it!

#yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin #yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #tag: soldier poet king - childe thoma diluc #yandere thoma #yandere thoma x reader #thoma x reader #yandere fanfiction #yancore #yandere #yandere male #yandere childe #yandere diluc #yeah its a yandere harem lmao poor reader #my content warning went from very slight yandere thoma to eh yeah this man is def a yandere lol #how come childe feels more sane than thoma in this yandere series lmao that says a lot abt society- #based on my draft on yan!dilucs part rn its like childe is winning #that ginger has a better relationship with y/n than their childhood friends lol major F #yandere!thoma #yandere!childe #yandere!diluc #yandere imagines #ansy-writes

[andromedalupus]

Cahara but Willy Wonk. One of my BESTIES @revo-depresso made the cursed joke about Cahara looking like Timothée Chalamet which was cursed. So enjoy this piece of trash lol.

#fear and hunger x reader #fear and hunger #fear and hunger enki #fear and hunger cahara #fear and hunger ragnvaldr #fear and hunger darce #fear and hunger le'garde #funger #fear and hunger shitpost #fear and hunger termina #fear and hunger levi #fear and hunger daan #timothée chalamet #timothée x reader #cahara #f&h enki #diluc ragvindr #digital art #shitpost #hot as fuck

[the-daiz]

My edelweiss | Diluc

A cute fanfic of how diluc and his younger sibling reunite! and another not so cute one

Genre: fluff - angst, hurt/no comfort, sibling au

Paring: Diluc x sibling!reader

Younger sibling!reader

Warning(s): yelling?, Cursing?, Diluc being a total bitch in the second scenario

Side note: this is longer than intended, and i dont like this as usual 🏃🏽‍♀️

Posted on: 6/ July/ 2022

1-Happy scenario

You could hear your boots click against the solemn stone bricks of your porch, with no other sound accompanying your footsteps but the clashing of wine in the sealed crat. Your palms felt cold atop the the wooden barrel as you continued to roll it ahead, you would've just picked it up and delivered it to the carrier parked before the dawn winery but you were already much too exhausted from all the transporting you had done, and as the night stretched farther, it seemed that the wine increased in weight too, making your task harder to complete.

It wasn't like you were being forced into working until the dead of night, it was quite the opposite. Although the family winery is in your older brother's name, you put more effort into keeping it alive than he does or probably ever will, even while still young. You borrowed a few books from the library about business and read them until you couldn't keep your eyes open, you asked Elzer to teach you a thing or two about wine and it's wonders, and with hardwork, it didn't take you long to perfect every aspect of running an alcohol company. You took pride in helping around your father's business, some people even mistook it for your own, despite your evident youth.

Adelinde discourages your actions and says 'although it's very kind of you, you should leave the work for her, Elzer and the staff to take care of'. while Elzer approves of your assistance, however, he thinks you shouldn't take so much of the responsibilities to do on your own.

With a suffocated grunt, you lifted the barrel up the wagon and stacked it with the rest of the horde. That was the last of the bunch. You gave yourself a quick pat on the back and headed to the winery, ready to end a long day of helping the wine industry grow with a well-earned rest.

You steadily opened one of the entrance doors in order to avoid making any unpleasant noises that might disturb someone from their peaceful slumber. While kicking the dirt off your boots, about to enter your home, you heard the crunching of leaves and grass from behind you, an indication of the presence of another.

Instinctively, you turned around, assuming it was someone who was lost in the woods and was looking for their way back to Mondstadt.

For a split moment, you wished you hadn't looked, and for the moment that passed, you hadn't been happier with a decision you made in your life.

It made sense now. The furniture being transported to your home. The weird behavior of Elzer, the even stranger act of Adelinde.

Your stomach churned with spirals of emotions, one of which being the jolting happiness ripping your insides to shreds, and another being utter confusion, wondering if this was another dream or a dream come true.

It was the first phase, shock, then the second, slow realization. You had to slowly examine the individual standing beside the grape garden to fully grasp the situation. Everything looked the same, just as you remembered, just as you had dreamed of. Red, long hair tied up in a tight ponytail. Neat attire as black and formal as the heavens above. And blazing eyes, identical to the ones your father held. Those eyes had agitation and a hint of shame. His slight furrowed brows only emphasized his ashamed look.

You mouthed his name, unable to get the actual syllables out, a built of mass of intense feelings blocking your throat.

"Diluc..." You repeated in an audible whisper this time. You could see his face slightly scrunch up at the call of his name. He hesitated, hesitated to come closer, afraid of what you might think of him, of how mad you must be at him. But he decided to be brave for once, not like how he was when he left you.

After two excruciating steps from him, you sprung into a run, sprinting towards him like a greedy merchant reaching for his wealthy stack of gold.

Those few seconds it took you to reach him felt like an eternity, and those moments you spent in his missed embrace felt like a lifetime.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. Forgive me, (Y/n). Archons forgive me for what I've done. I love you. I missed you so incredibly much. There isn't a single word in this world that describes how wrong I was to leave you." He murmured into your ear, clutching the top of your head and caressing it with a yearning for familial affection. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'd sell my everything for you. I love you so much. I'm so sorry."

You wanted to tell him that you forgave him, that him being here, with you, was enough, but you couldn't speak through your wailing, your tears that prevented you from taking a proper breath. You wrapped your arms tighter around his form, and you had never realized how unsecure you were until you finally felt secure again.

2-Not so happy scenario

In your many years of living, you had never felt this conflicted to stroll through a door. The door leading to Angel's share, the tavern popular amongst the people of mondstadt. The tavern you helped maintain with Elzer. The tavern you spent time in laughing and chatting with travelers and adventurers alike. The tavern you memorized every nook and cranny of. The tavern you practically owned. The tavern left behind by your father. The tavern you swore to take care of for as long as your alive. And now the tavern that held the source of your frustration and suppressed rage.

You were glad it was night and no one was outside to witness your pathetic form stare unmovingly before the wooden door of their own family tavern. It wasn't the tavern itself that you feared, it was what was in it. You truly hoped you'd open the door and find no one but Charles at the other side of the bar counter and maybe some drunken visitors who need to be escorted back to their homes, giving you something else to worry about for the night.

You truly wished what Elzer had told you was a lie, and it was all just a terrible sick joke, but you knew it wasn't. Elzer wasn't that cruel, but now you wished he was.

With whatever courage you had left in you, you reached out and grabbed the door handle and pushed it open, blinking away the sudden light illuminating from inside. 

Your scowl deepened in resentment, your gaze locking on a certain figure's back standing behind the bar counter. You cursed under your breath. It wasn't Charle's. 

He looked just as you remembered, you almost thought 'nothing had changed after all!' but you knew better than to fool yourself once more. His ponytail as high as his fucking ego. His spotless attire as black and cold as his heart. If he even had one at this point.

In other circumstances, you would've been glad that he returned. In other circumstances where he walks up to you in person, where he hugs you and tells you how much he missed you. In other circumstances that don't exist in your reality.

"Diluc." You uttered. He stiffened and paused. "You're back." He slowly turned to look at you. Your face wrinkled with further rage. He looked so... calm, so contempt.

"Yes. I am." He responded. His voice was deeper and much colder. Not like in your dreams.

"So... you weren't going to even look for me? drop by and say hello or something?? anything!?" You sneered.

"I didn't want to make a big deal out of my return." He turned his head around, arranging the bottles of vintage wine. "Just pretend that I've always been here. That I never left."

"Pretend? You want me to pretend? I've always been pretending!" You snapped. "For years, for YEARS Diluc, I've been pretending. Pretending that you were still here, pretending like everything was fine, when I knew it wasn't. Do you know how much I wished for you to come back home? AND NOT LIKE THIS." Diluc had stopped toggling with the glass bottles but was silent and motionless throughout your talk. You gulped down the lump in your throat, refusing to display your vulnerability to him.

"I fucking missed you, I needed you so much... did you even ever miss me?" You pursed your lips together once your voice wavered.

"Of course I missed you!" He whipped his head around.

"THEN WHY DON'T YOU SHOW IT!" You yelled. "If you really did miss me, then wouldn't you come tell me in person? if you really did miss me, wouldn't you have sent letters? If you even truly did love me..."

Diluc opened his mouth, ready to protest but held his tongue, he knew that no matter what he said, he still messed up. Now he realized how terribly he ruined things. It was evident by how his face suddenly contorted into one of pure regret.

"I..." He sucked in a breath. "I'm sorry. Please... Just keep pretending for a while longer." He turned his back to you, again. Now you really couldn't hold it. 

"Fuck you." Your voice was strained. You wiped your tears as you walked out of the Tavern. You cried all the way back to dawn winery, ready to collapse in your bed, where in your dreams you could truly pretend like everything was fine, that he never left.

That whatever came back of him, wasn't an empty shell of what he used to be.

#daisy loves platonic love #fluff #l-f #diluc genshin impact #diluc #genshin impact #diluc fanfic #diluc x reader #platonic diluc x reader #diluc x reader platonic #platonic #diluc x sibling reader #L-F #L-A #L-H/NC #i love sibling dynamics

[moraxsthrone]

nsfw. mdni. diluc x f!reader. art source.

diluc isn't quite home yet, but the idea of taking you wherever he finds you once he gets there makes his mind race with thoughts that makes his member stir in his slacks.

by the time he enters the manor, his cock is straining beneath the dark fabric, leaving a dark streak where his precum has dribbled down the front of his thigh. he always focuses his thoughts on you in moments that test his patience and today has been a particularly rough day.

opening one of the winery's large wooden doors, diluc is met by adelinde who offers to take his coat. he asks her where he can find you before waving her off with a quiet grunt and heading towards your shared bedchamber, two stairs at a time.

you turn with a gasp when you hear the door of your private chamber swing open. with cheeks dusted rosy pink, your husband closes the door behind himself and latches the lock. he's got that look in his eyes. the one you know all too well.

a moment later your lips meet, his tongue conquering yours, his hands exploring and squeezing at your flesh. your chuckle is broken when he grips your waist and spins you around, forcing your aroused breasts down onto the hard wooden surface of your vanity. diluc's breathing is heavy with lust when you hear the unbuckling of his belt and the unzipping of his pants, his palm pressed to the center of your back all the while.

"l-luc..." you sigh.

the press of his thick cockhead, already warm and wet with pre, against your opening is almost more than you can take. your eyes roll back, fingers curling over the top of your vanity as your husband buries his fat cock deep inside the wet heat of your twitching cunt.

you whine and you whimper as diluc begins to fuck you in earnest. perfume bottles and little glass jars of moisturizer begin to rattle and skid across the surface of your vanity as his balls slap against your clit.

"so...so fucking beautiful..." your husband breathes behind you, watching your cream streak along the large vein on top of his cock as it disappears between your swollen pussy lips over and over again. "you take me so well, my love...n-need you..."

you hazard a glance in the vanity mirror in front of you, finding your husband's dark crimson eyes, wide and lust blown, looking right back at you as he grunts between hard thrusts, telling you how much he loves you...

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"I just wanna fuck away the pain," He sighed heavily. He hadn't done it consciously really. It wasn't as though he were drunk or anything, no. He just got to talking with Y/N and she made him feel more open and his mouth just opened and that came out.

His face nearly matched his hair as he looked away from her flushed cheeks. "Forget I said anything."

"Or maybe we could fool around a bit." He gaped at her as she shrugged. "I trust you enough. Plus, we're adults, Diluc. I think we can handle not getting feelings unless we really want to."

He almost bitterly said "Speak for yourself" but his desire was much stronger than his own crush on her. Instead, he found himself holding her down against his bed, slamming his hips into her with a force he would only use in combat. Instead, he was using it to make her sob out his name happily.

"Fuck, Y/N. Look so beautiful below me like this." His teeth caught her shoulder as he pulled her hips up so her feet planted on the ground. Reaching between her legs, he began to rub her clit as he snarled, "C'mon then. Let's make you fall in love with this cock!"

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f/o x reader

He/She likes to gently place his hand on your back when in front of others, as if unconsciously and proudly showing you off.

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A Smile and a Gift

Diluc Ragnvindr (Genshin Impact) x Reader

RATING: General

GENRES: Fluff

WORD COUNT: 329

SUMMARY: Diluc gives you roses as a gift.

He had heard that you loved roses. It wasn't that Diluc had deliberately gone out of his way to get some for you after being made aware of this fact, but when he was passing by a flower shop and caught sight of the red roses on display, he was suddenly reminded of you. He ended up buying a small bundle of them then and there with the intention of gifting them the next time he saw you.

"Here," was all Diluc had to say as he held the bundle of roses out for you to take.

You blinked once in surprise, carefully taking the roses into your hands. "For me...?" You asked, wondering if perhaps you were misunderstanding the man's intention.

"Yes," he answered and added nothing else, giving a short nod of his head. Why did he feel so awkward and embarrassed over something as simple as giving a gift to someone? It wasn't like this was his first time offering gifts to others. With his position and standing in Mondstadt, Diluc wasn't new to the idea of giving items out of goodwill and courtesy or as tokens of appreciation. So why was it that this in particular made him feel so nervous?

You seemed a bit taken aback at the idea of being given a gift, but your expression soon warmed as you inspected the roses closer. "They're so beautiful," you breathed out, your cheeks holding a pinkish hue as you gently held the flowers close to your chest. "Thank you so much... I love them."

Diluc wasn't expecting you to make such a loving and warm expression, so soft and different from the usual ones he usually sees you wearing, and his breath hitched for a moment. He felt a blush creep up onto his cheeks, and he awkwardly cleared his throat, crossing his arms over his chest as he turned his head away in an attempt to hide his face.

"Yes, well... I'm glad."

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[bboricha]

y...yes, sir! anything you say, sir! || bori's 1k special - part 1

➳ pairings: al haitham, ayato, baizhu, childe, cyno (separate) x subordinate afab!reader ➳ part 2 with diluc, heizou, tighnari, venti, and zhongli coming soon! ➳ cw: not proofread, a bit of power play (duh... they're your boss), oral (m and f!receiving), dry humping (on a shoe lol and mattress), exhibitionism, deep throating, swallowing, face fucking, dumbification, mentions of impregnation (ayato), marking, mentions of tying up hands, overstimulation, unprotected, aphrodisiac (baizhu), kinda dubcon, fingering, you're a cicin mage in childe's blurb, mention of marriage in ayato's, lmk if i've missed any...!

➳ synopsis: what would happen to you as their subordinate...?

al haitham x secretary afab!reader

you’ve met al haitham several times before… the whole mess all the sages have gotten themselves into. it was only natural, being the grand sage’s secretary and all, you would often deliver documents and knowledge capsules between the two of them. you never really thought too much of the man and neither did he think anything of you. sure, he was, well, younger than some of your colleagues, a vision holder, and… undeniably attractive. 

maybe that’s why you’ve found yourself in this position. underneath the grand sage’s desk with a mouthful of the acting grand sage’s dick. you cannot believe the amount of control this man has talking to a matra with a straight face and unwavering voice despite being balls deep into your throat. not to mention, he keeps fucking his shoe against your clothed cunt and you’re absolutely sure that both his shoe and your panties are drenched at this point. you moan on his cock, the vibrations seemingly doing something for him as you hear his voice audibly hitch and his hand fly immediately for your hair, tugging at it as if to warn you.

it wasn’t your fault, it really wasn’t. if he would just stop using his shoe on you, order the matra to leave, and finally fuck you on his desk, you both wouldn’t be in this predicament. you’re almost led to believe that maybe he likes the idea of being caught, but then it dawns on you that he just actually likes seeing you anxious. this asshole only likes seeing you in this predicament, because he couldn’t care less about what others think about him. caution to the wind, you guess, and gulp down another whine, swallowing and stretching your throat out to make room for him even deeper as he digs the tip of his stiff sole against your clit. 

you’re so close and you can feel that al haitham is too. with the way his dick is twitching in your mouth, you decide to speed up your ministrations and apparently so has al haitham. you tune in a bit, noticing that their conversation is about to end as he hits a certain spot, noticing you falter and begins to abuse it. it’s becoming harder and harder to stay quiet with how his shoe works itself so well against your cunt, your slick aiding in the feeling. you’re about to pull out to cover your mouth when you hear the door click shut as al haitham pushes your head, your nose hitting his abdomen with ropes of his cum sticking to your throat. you’re shaking at the feeling—at the fact that him using you like a fucking sleeve made that coil snap and you spill your essence all over his shoe.

he yanks you up from your knees before the cogs in your brain could generate another thought, forcing your mouth open by pushing down your tongue with his thumb, making sure you’ve swallowed every last drop.

“you’re a competent secretary, by the way. i can see why you were kept around—your services are much needed everyday in my office.”

kamisato ayato x retainer afab!reader

you grew up with the kamisatos, your family serving them as their retainers. your parents served the former heads while you were taught from a young age to serve their heirs. when the former kamisato heads had passed, your parents began to serve ayato, until he had dismissed them—told them they should retire and enjoy themselves—something he had wished his parents had the chance to do as well. and so you inevitably became his personal retainer again. not that you were complaining, no, but it was different from when the two of you were children. things like helping him bathe, get dressed, and aiding him at the crack of dawn—it just wasn’t the same anymore.

especially considering that tending to his nightly duties included him being balls deep inside of you. face down, ass up, your kimono disheveled and almost in tatters, ayato muttering something about how he’ll buy you a new one, one that he’ll personally pick out—to him, it’ll be a sign of ownership. he kept his focus on plowing into you, gripping your hips so hard every night that you’re afraid you might find indents of his fingers one day, your insides already having molded to the shape of his dick.

you’re biting his sheets, trying so hard to not make a noise when he pulls out, maneuvering you over onto your back. he slips a thumb into your mouth as you suckle on it, much to his enjoyment, as he tells you to not muffle yourself. he pushes his length back inside, bottoming out when he caresses his hand over the bulge, admiring the sight and drags his hand back to your hips (where it belongs) and begins thrusting yet once again. you’re full on moaning now, relishing in the way ayato hits every place that makes your eyes roll back with his fingers playing with your clit, making the coil in your stomach tighter and tighter with every thrust.

when your orgasm hits, your hands fly to your face in embarrassment, blocking out any sounds leaving your mouth and covering yourself so ayato doesn’t see what a blushing mess you are. he tsks to himself, one that you can hear, but quickly throws whatever thought he had away, replacing it with the idea that he has all night to rid of those hands that’s hiding your beauty from him. perhaps maybe with your obi, or maybe a bright, red rope? how about both? what other sounds will he be able to hear tonight, what cries will he be able to coax out of you, he wonders, melodies that he can’t wait to hear.

his cock twitches inside of you at his own imagination. he leans down, his body almost flush against yours as he kisses your temple, placing a hand on the top of your head as his thrusts suddenly increase in speed, signaling him close to release. you’re whining at the overwhelming sensation, biting into his shoulder to help muffle your moans when ayato stills, pushing himself as deep as he can reach as he cums inside, his warmth filling you up.

“if this sticks, maybe this will give you a reason to finally marry me.”

baizhu x assistant afab!reader

you’ve been baizhu’s helper since he saved your life a few years ago. he had found you battered up and injured when he was visiting qingce village. it was only after he took you back to bubu pharmacy to take care of you, a complete stranger, were you able to recover. you didn’t know how else to pay him back, nor did you really have anywhere else better to go, so you asked for him to take you in, and he obliged, greatly appreciating the help. he especially appreciates your help in aiding him develop a new medicine.

one that involves his hand in your underwear. he coated the “medicine” on his tips of his fingers before shoving it down your pants, caressing it against your clit, massaging the substance in your insides. he pushes a finger to your entrance slowly, coaxing it in as it begins to make you tingle, your body heating up. you’re starting to get needy, grabbing at baizhu’s wrist when he keeps going agonizingly slow, and to your surprise, he lightly pushes your hand off. he says you have to be patient, that he’s making sure you’re properly absorbing the medicine, that he doesn’t want to hurt you, telling you all of this with a grin, not showing any hint of concern.

he finally pushes in a second finger, making you cum instantly around his fingers to his delight. it’s working beautifully on you, perhaps a little too well when you grab the hem of his jacket as he’s about to pull away, asking for more. he wasn’t actually going to stop, it’s not like he went in this purely for research purposes, but the way your cheeks are flushed, beads of sweat dripping down into the crevices of your shirt, the rise and fall of your chest from him riling you up—it’s enticing. he’ll just have to make a mental note for later and tend to you now, after all, it’d be cruel of him to leave you like this when you’re asking so nicely, right?

he tells to come to the edge of the bed, enough so that your ass is almost hanging off as he peels off your underwear, watching how it clings to your messy cunt, sticky with your cum and slick. he wets his lips in anticipation, wondering how well your essence has soaked up the aphrodisiac as he licks a stripe up your pussy, groaning at the taste. he can already feel it getting to him as well, the residue or whatever was left on you, he figures, is still doing its job. either from the high of knowing how effective his medicine is or the effects really kicking in, he starts to eat you out with fervor, lapping up everything you have to give him, the noise so obscene that they bounce off the walls of his room.

you don’t have the time to feel ashamed by how loud it is, your hands going to tug on his hair as he grunts in response, the vibration of it ripples against you making you moan. he focuses his tongue on your clit, licking and suckling the tiny bud as he shoves two fingers into you, saying something about how you’re still tight even after an orgasm and his drug combined. he’s rutting himself against the mattress of his bed, his clothed cock desperate for any sort of friction as he feels you tightening up around his fingers for a second time tonight.

he curls his fingers, thrusting them in and out as he watches you unravel on his tongue, the sight one to behold. he gently fucks you on his fingers through your orgasm as he cums against his tight pants, slurping up your release as he stands up, unzipping himself to reveal his still hard length.

“there are still more tests to run, i’m afraid, before i can put this medicine on… our shelves, you see.”

childe x cicin mage afab!reader

you, a regular cicin mage, have been assigned to work closely under the 11th harbinger, tartaglia, your immediate response being nothing but a simple “fuck.” you’ve met the harbinger before and you immediately didn’t know how to feel about him. he was so… odd? so… kind? compared to the other harbingers at least, and on the contrary you actually felt the need to be even more wary with him. your first couple months working under him were quite fine. in fact, he was a great boss, he was kind and understanding and after a bit, you’ve completely adapted to being by his side. 

that is until he drags you to a harbinger meeting, forcing you to sit next to him as he places a hand on your thigh, dangerously close to your crotch. he’s stroking the soft flesh, his pinky occasionally brushing over your clit, covered by your leotard. you’re lucky that the other harbingers can’t see what’s going on, though, they seemed to not care for your existence and presence at the meeting anyways. you try to brave up, attempting to push his hand away when he doesn’t relent, completely ignoring any signals you’ve been giving him, participating in the meeting as if he’s absolutely unfazed.

he goes from being subtle to shameless rubbing the nub, not hiding his intentions whatsoever, especially when he pushes your leotard to the side, playing with you skin to skin. your hands cover your mouth, not caring about what the other harbingers might think at this point when tartaglia dips a finger inside your entrance, slowly coaxing it in as he watches your expression, choosing to put in a second. the stretch is divine, two of his fingers already proving to be larger and deft, feeling better than whatever you might be able to do to yourself, and you’re confused. how is he touching you so skillfully? as if he’s already familiar with your walls and every crevice, curling the tips of his fingers to hit your favorite spot with every thrust.

you’re unaware of the obscene noises the two of you have been making, painfully unaware of how the jester has already brought this meeting to an end, some of the harbingers completely ignoring you both as they exit, others shaking their heads in disgust. you’re resting your head against your arms on the table, trying your best to hold in your moans despite having no reason to do so at this point while tartaglia gets more bold with his movements, ripping your leotard for better access and movement.

the squelching sounds and your heavy breaths bounce around the walls of the wide hall, ricocheting back towards you, only adding to your nearing release. tartaglia can feel the way you’re tightening around his fingers, fastening his ministrations until you cum. he groans at your pussy convulsing against him, the bulge in his pants growing larger and larger as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“darling, i think you’re gonna have to… work overtime tonight, am i clear?”

cyno x matra afab!reader

you’ve never really been a good subordinate, always skipping out on meetings as you deem them unnecessary, opting out on drinking with your colleagues, never listening to cyno. it’s not like you can help it, honestly. you have your own way of doing things and you still manage to get the job done regardless, so is there really any harm to your methods? technically no, and cyno has yet to really do anything substantial that could threaten your position, so you decide to test his patience.

his patience that apparently isn’t limitless, you’ve figured out. by…well, you know, the way he’s fucking you against the shelves in the house of daena. he’s keeping you captive, trapping your body with his as it takes all of your willpower and concentration to not make any noise—to not attract any attention towards you both. his chest is flush against yours, his cock fully submerged within you as you grip the shelf for some sort of purchase with one hand, the other desperately covering your mouth.

you can feel his breath, hear every groan that escapes his lips right next to your ear, the sensation only turning you on even further as his hand finds its way underneath your shirt, choosing to play with your nipple. he gives a particularly sharp thrust, as if he’s trying to elicit some sort of noise from you, saying something about how he’s been needing a reason to punish you, about he’s been waiting for this “opportunity” for a long time. his words are lost on you, could you not comprehend simple sentences anymore or was he spouting pure nonsense? you’re not sure, your head foggy from how slow he’s going, how he would suddenly snap his hips against yours, how sometimes he’d suckle on the nape of your neck or bite your shoulder, the figure eights on your clit, everything is driving you absolutely insane.

the general mahamatra, someone you figured whose sex drive was nonexistent, is throwing you for a loop today. someone who is more well endowed than you would’ve imagined, someone who’s filling you up oh so perfectly, the head of his dick kissing your cervix in ways that makes stars float right before your eyes.

at this point you’re tempted to place both of his hands on your hips, to urge him to fuck you right then and there in the house of daena, and you do, but all he does is grip your hips tightly, not budging an inch as he smirks against your shoulder.

“this is a punishment, remember? have i fucked you so stupid already that you’ve forgotten?”

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[allfearstofallto]

Sleeping Like the Dead

Yandere! Diluc x Fem! Reader

Forced marriage AU

Word Count: 2.3k

Synopsis: Diluc craves your body like a drug, but the only time he can get you, is when you're fast asleep

TW: NSFW, Somnophila, Non-Con, Masturbation (.male), Oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, mentions of breeding/finishing inside

The only thing that could seem to wake you was thunder. A loud crash and the windows shaking, followed by howling wind, and you'd be up shivering in fear. You'd lie back down once you realized what the noise that woke you was, and you were out like a light. Deep in slumber, snoring ever so softly.

Even though you were married on paper, you and Diluc never shared a marital bed. The marriage was never consummated and the most he'd ever seen of your body was your legs and maybe even a sliver of your stomach in the summer. Other than that, you stayed dressed head to toe like a nun.

He knew it was his fault that you were like this. Being forced into marriage with him, you didn't even want to tempt his urges. You were told time and time again that nothing would happen, not while you didn't want it, but he was failing to believe that himself.

It was when he saw you one night, after you'd just gotten out of the bath. Normally, he stayed in his room at nightfall, but now, he was particularly thirsty. Whether it was good luck or the gods actually blessing him for once, he saw you go into your room and close the door behind you.

Did he buy you those nightgowns? If he did, he definitely didn't remember doing so. But the red haired man did buy you whatever you wanted, no questions asked. So maybe you'd managed to slip an order in for them without him noticing. And archons how he wished he'd noticed.

The swell of your breasts, the curve of your ass, plush thighs and skin still steaming from your bath. You didn't notice him standing in front of the door to his room, but he noticed you. A brief glance was all it took, light work for anyone else who'd been married for as long as you two had, but it was the first time he's seen so much of you, and he felt his pants tighten at the sight.

He stormed back into his room while the memory was still fresh, not even bothering to make it to the bed. The door slammed shut behind him, he pressed his back against it and dropped his pants to his ankles.

It felt like electricity all over his body as he stroked his cock, eyes rolling back, tongue out his mouth. Diluc wasn't a prude, he masturbated when he deemed it necessary, which was when he got erections that were particularly stubborn and annoying, but this was the first time in his life that it'd ever felt so good.

It only took a few pumps and suddenly he was moaning into his hands, hips twitching as his cock shot ropes of cum onto his carpeted floor. He panted watching himself make this mess, but his mind shifted onto how you could clean it up. And his length refused to go soft. He fucked his fist for the rest of the night.

Diluc often heard stories of how hard it was to wake you up. That's when he learned how truly a heavy sleeper you were.

“The lady slept through breakfast again today,” a maid would say in a whisper. They thought he couldn't hear them, but as long as they weren't saying anything rude about you, he acted oblivious to it.

“She fell back asleep after I woke her up three times!”

“I called for her for a full five minutes, and she barely stirred,”

Temptation is a hell of a drug. Satisfaction is even more addicting. Maybe that's why he decided to visit your room one night. Hours after you'd left your bath and when he was sure you were asleep, he eased your door open and stepped inside. His heart was racing, afraid that you wouldn't be asleep, but instead sitting on the edge of your bed, waiting to confront him.

But you weren't. You were just like how he'd thought you’d be. Asleep in bed, lying on your stomach with your arms wrapped around a pillow and pulling it into a tight embrace. Your blanket was thrown haphazardly over your body, you obviously kicked a lot in your sleep, making it shuffle around.

Exhaling the quietest deep breath he could muster, he pulled that blanket to the side. Sure enough, like the maids said, you didn't stir, and much to his pleasure, you were wearing another one of those revealing nightgowns. With one leg slightly up, he could get a good glimpse of your round ass and your panties that seemed to be slipping between your moist lips.

He sucked in air through his teeth, taking in every inch of your body. Every curve, every soft piece of skin. He'd mentally promised himself this would be a one time thing. It felt awful invading your privacy like this, but his hormones were getting the better of him.

His cock was released from his pants and he began pumping it furiously. Biting his lip to hold back the moans once again, he watched the way your chest rose and fell as you slept. It only took a little bit and he was cumming, quicker than he ever had in his entire life and more intensely than he'd ever felt.

The rational part of his mind told him to leave no messes, so he made sure to cover the leaking tip of his cock with his hand to not spill his seed everywhere. Still, he couldn't help himself. He dipped a finger in his own cum, then pressed it against your slightly open mouth, wanting you to at least taste him a little.

The sight of you suckling that cum off his finger, lips pursed and wet with drool, the sight had him hard again already, but he decided against tempting fate. He'd finish himself off in his room again. This was a one time thing after all.

Was what he'd told himself, but he found himself in front of your door again, going to your room almost every night. It was like an addiction, standing in your room next to your sleeping form and fucking his cock into his hand while looking at you. And he grew bolder as the nights went on.

Moving your panties to the side to finally get a full view of that wet cunt, rubbing the tip of his cock against your lips to get you to suckle on it like before, he even managed to slip a finger inside your entrance, getting to feel your warm walls for the first time. The way you coated his fingers nearly made him grunt and he thrusted it in and out of you, watching your face contort in your sleep, little moans and mewls dropping from your lips.

Diluc imagined that it was his cock instead of his finger getting to fuck your pussy, that it was his cock making your eyebrows knit together and your fingers twitch. He could only imagine though, his other hand fisting his cock at the same pace as his finger.

He'd even gotten so bold as to start licking your cunt. His tongue poking out of his mouth, he'd tongue at your clit and watch you squirm in your sleep. Your taste was intoxicating, the juices your tight hole would secrete tasted better than what celestia would feel like, and while lapping up your folds between your legs, his dick would twitch and he'd cum inside his pants, completely untouched.

All good things must come to an end. A sad, but truthful statement. And Diluc wanted this to end. He really did. Each day he'd say that this would be the last one, that he wouldn't do this to you again, that it was becoming too risky, but sure enough he was back at your door the next day. He'd spend the whole night finding new ways to pleasure himself with your sleeping body.

All good things come to an end. Maybe he should've been thinking that when he arrived at your door on the night of a harsh thunderstorm. If his mind wasn't clouded by lust, if all his blood wasn't flowing to his lower regions, then maybe he would've remembered how particularly scared of thunderstorms you were. If his face wasn't buried between your legs again, then maybe he would've remembered the maids saying the only time you woke up easily, is when there was a storm and heavy wind outside. If he wasn't pumping his cock while licking at your pussy, going practically drunk from your taste, maybe he would've noticed that you'd begun to stir more than usual, more than out of a sleepy, unintentional pleasure.

The last thing Diluc was expecting was to look up and meet your gaze. With his lips still suctioned around your clit, your face was a mixture of disgust and mostly fear. Eyes wide and filled with tears, you opened your mouth, maybe to scream, maybe to yell at him, he didn't know. He was on top of you before you could let out a peep, one of his hands covering your mouth. After a bit of a struggle, he managed to use the other hand to hold both your wrists above your head.

“I'm- I'm sorry!” He gasped as you thrashed beneath him, but you were no match for his strength and all you were doing was wearing yourself out, “I-i swear! I don't know what came over me!”

But something has been coming over him for weeks, months even. If you knew how long he'd been doing this, you'd look at him in even more horror. Your eyes. So big and filled with tears, it only made his heart thump against his chest harder, but what else was he to do?

He laid on top of you, hand covering your mouth for what felt like hours, dick still twitching and conveniently between your folds. This was the worst time for him to be hard, not while you were awake. Not while you were scared of him to the point of crying, but he couldn't help it. It was you. You did this to him.

“I'm so so sorry,” he muttered as he angled his hips, the tip of his cock finally at your entrance. He didn't think your eyes could open any wider, but sure enough, they did when he forced every inch of himself inside you, bottoming out without stopping while pleading for your forgiveness. Your yelp, the noise you made as you were made to take him, was muffled by his palm, body squirming even more as you tried to get away.

He always said his first time with you would be gentle. It would be loving as passionate. He would take things slow and kiss every inch of you, to make sure you were ready for him. But the way you felt around him, the way you clenched around his length, it felt like his hips had a mind of their own as they started a rough, brutal pace. Slapping against yours so hard, even the headboard of the bed had begun to hit the wall.

“Fuck! Ahh! Fuck fuck! I'm so sorry! Hnng- please…ah! Please! I'm sorry,” he whined, but he didn't slow down for a second. You were so warm inside. So wet. This was made for him, he was sure of it, “Please, you- you hah- have to forgive me.”

You could thrash and squirm and cry as much as you wanted to, but Diluc had had his taste and he wouldn't be satisfied with any less anymore. He kept fucking into you, pounding you so hard, rutting his hips into you like an animal in heat.

You saw the way his eyelids flutter, you felt the way his hips stuttered, his pace grew sloppy, his grip loosened, drool fell from his lips, his moans grew breathier. You saw it all and you knew what was about to happen.

“Fuck,” he gasped between thrusts, eyes rolled back. He forced his dick as he could inside you, balls deep and held it there, feeling the way your silken walls contracted around it, “I'm gonna cum.”

There was no way to tell him no with his hand over your lips, so you were made to watch and feel in horror as he grew even more aggressive with his fucking. There were no thoughts behind his eyes, just pleasure, just lust and the primal urge to finish.

“Inside. Hah- aanh. Cumming inside, fuck!” He affirmed your fears through his filthy moans. His dick twitching inside you made your heart sink. You could feel it. The way his cum was spitting out of his length and hitting your walls. It felt neverending, like he'd stored so much waiting for this moment, some of it even spilling back out of your entrance and onto his balls.

Reality must've hit him after he came, because he was off of you in an instant. His length softened and his face filled with dread. Cum leaked onto your bedsheets, but despite the fact that he was no longer muffling you with his hands, you couldn't scream. You couldn't even think for a second as you realized what happened.

He looked just as scared as you did, but why? What gave him the right? Why did he deserve to be scared when he was the one who did it?

“I fucking hate you,” you spoke through strangled sobs and you watched his world crumble.

Those words felt like you were slicing his heart out and stabbing it over and over again. They made him tear up as well. But somehow, the sight of you, disheveled, with his seed leaking from your hole, somehow that made his dick twitch back to life. Even your crying face, while not as appealing as you sleeping peacefully, was gorgeous. Arousing even.

His cock twitched back to life as he looked upon you, half undressed and practically ready for him. He began a slow crawl towards you again, his urges wanting to take over once more. You already hated him. What was the harm in doing more?

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