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[planetxiao]

i’m soft okay goodnight-

[wendichester]

𓂃˖ ࣪ 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔟𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤

˚₊‧꒰ა @emeraldcrs ☆ dean winchester ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ⋆˙⟡ where sagittarius, taurus, leo meets aquarius, leo*, saggitarius. ⟡˙⋆

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐

ꔛ. meeting each other,

with your sagittarius sun and mercury, you're a wild card--restless, unpredictable, impossible to pin down. and dean? he's drawn to that energy like a moth to a flame. a hunt gone sideways. you're tracking something--something big, something dangerous. and then, bam--your paths cross. maybe you steal his case, maybe he crashes yours. either way, sparks fly the second you lock eyes. "you always play fast and loose with your life, sweetheart?" you smirk, loading your gun. "only when it's fun." dean exhales, jaw tightening. yeah, you're trouble.

ꔛ. friendship compatibility,

your friendship? chaotic, competitive, and built on pure adrenaline. your sagittarius sun and mercury match dean's sagittarius moon and venus perfectly--meaning the two of you feed each other's recklessness. late-night bar fights, spontaneous road trips, double-dares that probably shouldn't be accepted--you're the type to push each other until you're both laughing breathlessly on the edge of danger. your leo moon and his leo ascendant mean you get each other. you're both loud, passionate, and dramatic as hell. if someone so much as looks at him wrong, you're already rolling up your sleeves. and if you ever get hurt? dean's already planning revenge. the only issue? you're both stubborn as hell. you don't back down, and neither does he--which means arguments can turn into full-on wars. but at the end of the day? you'd kill for each other. no hesitation. no questions asked.

ꔛ. romantic compatibility,

strengths : your sag sun and leo moon make you a force of nature--and dean? he lives for that kind of passion. the chemistry between you is explosive--equal parts playful and all-consuming. your venus in capricorn grounds dean's reckless nature. you're not just about fun--you want something real, something secure. and while dean struggles with emotional vulnerability, he wants that too--even if he won't admit it. your mars in taurus stabilizes his mars in aquarius--when dean starts spiraling, you bring him back down. where most people get caught up in his chaos, you stand your ground. weaknesses : dean is terrified of deep emotional attachment. your venus in capricorn craves stability, but dean? he's spent his whole life running. and sometimes, when things get too real, he pulls away. your leo moon needs attention--and dean, for all his charm, isn't always the best at emotional reassurance. if he forgets to remind you how much you mean to him? that's a problem. when you fight? it's ugly. doors slam. words cut. both of you are too damn proud to say "i'm sorry" first. could it work ? absolutely. but only if dean learns to stop running, and you learn to let him breathe.

ꔛ. request, angsty lovers

the motel room is dark, the only light flickering from the neon sign outside. you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, arms wrapped around yourself, trying to ignore the way your chest aches. dean’s standing near the door, fingers clenched into fists. he won’t look at you. “you don’t get to do that,” your voice is sharp, breaking the silence. “do what?” he snaps, finally turning. “shut me out. walk away. pretend like none of this matters.” your throat tightens, but you refuse to let it show. “i’m not some one-night stand, Dean. i’m here. i—” you swallow, voice lowering. “i love you.” dean flinches. like the words physically hurt him. and for a second, just a second, you see it—the way his jaw tenses, the way his fingers twitch, like he wants to reach for you. but then? he forces out a breath, shoulders stiffening. “this life?” he gestures vaguely. “it’s not safe. you deserve—” “don’t,” you cut him off, voice shaking. “don’t tell me what I deserve.” his lips part—like he wants to say something, fix something—but the walls are already back up. and when he walks out the door? you don’t follow.

ꔛ. overall, score : 8 / 10

passionate, intense, but built on shaky ground. your connection would be raw, electric, and full of fire--but it's not easy. you challenge dean in ways he's never been challenged before, and while that excites him, it scares him too. if he can stop running, if you can meet him in the middle? this could be everything. but if not? it'll burn down just as fast as it started.

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* since the birth time of dean hasn't ever been mentioned, I've placed him as a leo rising, since it's the sign that makes more sense to me.

[snapped-wirez]

Hello!! 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑

My name is moth :3 I'm going to be using this blog mainly to post stuff related to caregiving (as in supporting littles while their regressed)

This mainly includes headcannons, (as in "what would ___ be like as a caregiver?" Or just imagines.) Small suggestions/reminders, and stuffz of the sort. Ask me about anything your little hearts desire though 💛 I also plan to post crafts, snacks, and coloring pages ^^

Feel free to message/ask me anything !!

This blog is completely sfw. Anything else will be blocked.

More about me!! + dni under the cut :3

Dni; proship, darkship, comship, ect ect. Fetish, kink, non child friendly interaction, Maga stans, anti-mogai, anti-neo pronouns, trump supporters, homophobes, transphobes, anti-therian/otherkin, anti-objectum, anti-alterhuman, ableists, anti age regression. (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

About me !!

Hello there!!!! Like I said, I'm moth, but I also go by owl :3 I'm transmasc, and aroace. I use they/he mainly, aswell as abunch of neopronouns. I love when people use silly nicknames on me, and i love stuffed animals. I have autism, adhd, anxiety, and a few other things that I've gotten professionally diagnosed :3 I'm a robotkin, and i enjoy playing video games alot ^^ I have insomnia, so I'm more likely to be active at later hours, or super early. I'm here virtually all the time though :0

I started using xenogenders in 2020, aswell as neopronouns, and i never really stopped hehe. I love collecting them <3 all of them make me feel happy and fulfilled with my identity:3

I'm a big fan of the idea of cringe culture being dead. It never really made sense to me to hate on someone for no reason, or because their "weird." (Sesame street taught me well, kids)

My main comfort characters are astarion from baldurs gate 3, courage the cowardly dog, royal margerine cookie from cookie run kingdom, and pure vanilla from cookie run kingdom ^^

That's all for now!! Love you all<3/p mwah mwah mwah

[thecoffeecrew404]

Other info

bolded-favorites

italics-please use currently

♡ - specific people (ask if you can use pls)

->NAMES

Caffeine ★ Coffee ★ Doll♡ ★ Gold ★ Golden ★ Jester ★ TCC

->HONORIFICS

Archivist 𖤐 Dr♡ 𖤐 Lord♡ 𖤐 Madam♡ 𖤐 Master♡ 𖤐 Mod 𖤐 Mr 𖤐 Mx 𖤐 Sir 𖤐 Vynx 𖤐 Vyx

->TITLES

THE JESTER ✧ The Collector ✧ The Distortion ✧ The Bloodied♡ ✧ The Creator ✧ *The Dancing Demon*♡ ✧ The Endless One ✧ *The Observer*♡ ✧ The Weary

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The Archivist ✧ The Lost ✧ The Many ✧ The Narrator ✧ The Player ✧ The Ultimate Jester♡ ✧ the one who is lost in all that is known♡

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The Faceless Being♡ ✧ One Who Consumes

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Final One ✧ The Brave ✧ The Maze ✧ The One Who Flew ✧ The One Who Makes the Sea Move ✧ The Stars✧ ***The Ringmaster***♡

->PRNS<-

1per (I/me/my/mine/myself)

Fem

Masc

sol/sola/solar/solarine/solarself

Neu

I/me/my/mine/myself ☆ we/us/our/ours/ourself

Inhu

2per(you/you/your/yours/yourself)

Fem

Masc

Neu

thou/thee/thy/thine/thyself ☆ chaos/chaos/chaos'/chaos'/chaoself

Inhu

divine/divine/diviner/diviners/divinerself ☆ mirr/mirr/mirror/mirrors/mirrorself ☆ rage/rage/rages/rages/rageself

3per (xe/xim/xis/xis/ximself)

Fem

moon/moons ☆ fae/faer ☆ bitch/bitchself ☆ honey/honeyself ☆ buns/bunself ☆ elix/elixers/elixerself ☆ star/stars ☆ ser/serp ☆ 🍄/🍄s

Masc

sun/suns ☆ he/him ☆ gri/grim ☆ death/deathself ☆ knife/knifeself ☆ horror/horrorself ☆ scream/screamself ☆ punk/punkself ☆ paw/pawself ☆ rad / rads ☆ sin/sin's ☆ flame/flames ☆ 🔥/🔥s ☆ mag/magma ☆ 🎲/🎲's

Neu

xey/xem ☆ jest/jesters ☆ they/them ☆ thou/thee ☆ ne/neon ☆ pastel/pastelself ☆ moth/mothself ☆ festive/festiveself ☆ max/maxself ☆ chaos/chaoself ☆ tism/tismself/creature/creatureself ☆ anxious/anxiouself ☆ alchemy/achemyself ☆ book/bookself ☆ vy/vym ☆ xd/xds ☆ pix / pixel ☆ skel/skeleton ☆ tri/trick ☆ hoard/hoards ☆ th3y/th3m ☆ :D/:D's

Inhu

it/its ☆ teeth/teeth's ☆ noob/noobs ☆ play/plays ☆ game/games ☆ oof/oofs ☆ bloxy/bloxys ☆ ###/###s☆ jailbreak (jb)/jailbreaks (jbs) ☆ 🎮/🎮s ☆ 🖥️/🖥️s ☆ / s / self ☆ glitch/glitches/glitchself ☆ spi/der ☆ eyes/eyes ☆ skull/skullself ☆ grim/grimreaper/reaperself ☆ web/webself ☆ normal/normalself ☆ 🦷/🦷s ☆ 👁️/👁️s ☆ .exe/.exes ☆ ctrl/ctrls ☆ alt/alts ☆ void/void's ☆ •/•'s ☆ spi/spir ☆ 🕳️/🕳️s ☆ ███/███s

-Terms-

masculine terms

neutral terms

inhuman terms

feminine terms ♡

masculine compliments

neutral compliments

inhuman compliments

feminine compliments♡

[iinsomnium]

 𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐍  𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌  𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘  flickered  erratically,  bathing  the  streets  in  hues  of  sickly  pink  and  electric  blue.  The  air  was  thick  with  smoke  —  cigarettes  and  cigars  mingling  with  the  acrid  scent  of  brimstone.  .The  room  was  suffused  with  a  low,  crimson  glow,  the  kind  of  ambiance  designed  to  intimidate  and  impress  in  equal  measure.  The  V  headquarters  was  a  testament  to  the  opulence  born  of  sin  —  walls  of  deep  velvet  red,  golden  chandeliers  dripping  with  unnatural  light,  and  furniture  that  looked  like  it  cost  more  than  most  souls  in  Hell  could  afford  to  wager.  The  dimly  lit  chamber  reeked  of  decadence  and  desperation.  Valentino's  office  was  a  study  in  sin,  with  its  plush  leather  armchairs,  sultry  jazz  playing  faintly  from  a  record  player  in  the  corner,  and  the  faint,  acrid  scent  of  cigars  lingering  in  the  air.  The  kingpin  himself  lounged  on  a  velvet  divan,  the  glow  of  his  ever-present  cigarette  illuminating  his  sharp,  toothy  grin.  its  embers  reflecting  on  the  moth's  heart  shaped  glasses.  Opposite  him,  defying  the  seriousness  of  the  occasion,  was  a  triangular  figure  that  could  only  be  described  as  unnervingly  whimsical.  Bill  Cipher  floated  in  place,  his  single  eye  blinking  in  mock  patience  as  his  yellow  form  shimmered  faintly,  as  if  the  laws  of  Hell  itself  couldn’t  quite  decide  how  to  hold  him  in  place.

  𖤐   ꒷៹   ₆⁶₆   ࣪   .   ›   ࣪   .   ›       ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝  Well,  well,  well  !   ❞  the  entity's   voice  rang  out,  a  chaotic  blend  of  amusement  and  condescension.  ㅤ❝  You  roll  out  the  red  carpet,  set  the  mood  lighting,  and  even  bring  out  the  big  guns  for  little  ol’  me.  I  must  say,  Valentino,  you  sure  know  how  to  flatter  an  anomaly  !    ❞   

  @heavens-sin    ,       summoned bill  !  △

[deviousdemonzzz]

𖤐 — 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞...𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬!

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Zhongli, Childe, Diluc (separately) x GN! S/o

𝐓𝐖: Dry humping, Biting, Nipple play, Exhibitionism sorta kinda, Dirty talk, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is really long and a bit ooc but brainrot go brrrr

���� — 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐬? 🕯

𝐙𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢

Despite his current physical form - the possessiveness of a dragon and the dominant traits of a God still run deep within Zhongli’s veins. So, it goes without saying that once Zhongli first sees you wrapped up in one of his shirts after a long day of work, that he is quick to caress you with loving touches and shower you with sweet praises. 

“Mine, all mine,” he’d rumble, pink plump lips quirking up into a delicate smile as amber eyes would slowly take in your form, perhaps even the smallest of blushes appearing on Zhongli’s cheeks as he took the sight of you swallowed up in his clothes. 

In fact, if Zhongli wasn’t the one to hand you his clothes to wear in the first place, he is sure to promote your behavior or silently show you how much he enjoys it. Already picked out lounge-wear to relax in after a long day? Too bad, the moment you turn away your previous outfit is instead replaced with cute underwear and one of Zhongli’s shirts. 

Cuddling up next to Zhongli for any reason at all? His hands are already on you, bare and rough fingers tracing delicate patterns onto your exposed skin, his own clothes drawing him to your form like a moth to a flame. 

And of course, once Zhongli gets used to seeing you in his clothes, there will always be that small almost nonexistent pout on his lips, one that will only disappear once you ask what’s wrong. And although he’ll be quick to brush it off, he’ll never really tell you that his small fits come from seeing you without one of his shirts. He’s only part dragon after all, he tells himself, he can’t help but love the sight and smell of him on you. 

Your bathroom was like those in many houses in the neighborhood, small and almost claustrophobic. It was difficult to stand right where the roof sloped down yet there was still plenty of room for even the tallest adults. But, unlike many other mornings, instead of looking at your reflection in the mirror, hands working to adjust your sleepy face and manage your lovers long hair, you instead found yourself pressed up tightly against your bathrooms chipped sink and glass mirror.

The hands that held you in place were strong and rough, neatly manicured nails digging into your skin as if they too had a life of their own and were begging for you to stay. "Z-Zhongli-" the words came out in the form of a moan rather than a whisper, your lovers hands only holding you tighter at the sound, his kisses upon your exposed chest and soft lips only becoming harsher as you spoke. “Hmm?” it was a simple answer with a laugh to accompany it, Zhongli’s golden eyes not even opening to look at you as you gasped at the feeling of teeth against your skin in the form of a gentle bite. Your chest was littered with them now, hues of faint red and dark purple blooming across your skin where your lovers plum colored shirt didn’t cover you. “You’re going to be late to the- ah! T-to the funeral parlor.”

The next laugh that came from Zhongli quickly turned into a moan as he placed another bruising bite on the valley of your chest, his hands squeezing your hips in an effort to pull you closer to his pelvis that held you pinned against the sink “They can wait just this once.” The words flowed like honey off Zhongli’s tongue, locks of gold and brown hair falling over his shoulders in a way that caused you to laugh as the hair tickled your skin. A rough hand left your hips, long digits gently coaxing your hands to run through and tug on the loose strands of hair that Zhongli let fall away from the confines of one of the hair pins you had gotten him as a gift, the expensive and color coordinated hair pieces rattling against the porcelain sink, forgotten, with every thrust of his hips against your clothed and sensitive core. “Besides, it’s not every day I get to see you like this.”

“Like this?” You repeated the statement with a teasing grin, teeth biting your lower lip in an effort to keep yourself grounded in reality instead of pure bliss as you spoke. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “It means-” Zhongli trailed off, his thick, serpent like tongue licking a wet strip from your stomach to your neck before continuing “-That I never realized how breath taking you look in my clothes, my love.” Soft lips pressed themselves to your then, muffled laughter filling the air from both you and Zhongli as his warm hands cupped your cheeks in an effort to pull you closer, his already clothed lower half continuing to grind desperately against yours in a way that you had never before seen from your lover. “Well then, I’m going to have to wear your shirts to bed more often. Won’t I?”

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞/𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐚

Like a peacock is proud to show off it’s feathers, Childe is proud to show you off to anyone who is willing to look. Sometimes he’s loud and boisterous, his tall and lanky figure practically hanging off yours as he introduces you, pet names and words of adoration quick to flow from his lips. And sometimes Childe doesn’t say a word, but his blue eyes always seem to stare back at the people who stare at you anyway, a smirk that reads ‘you wish you had them, huh?’ morphing on his face, an aura of smugness radiating off him as he allows his coat on your shoulders to do all the talking for him. 

Childe never passes up an opportunity to buy you things, for money is something that the young harbringer hardly lacks. However, upon noticing how much you seem to gravitate towards his clothing, Childe will begin taking you out shopping for both himself and you. “Do you like this one or...this one?” he’d ask, his purchases only consisting of the things that you had adored on him and eventually looked forward to taking for yourself, “just say the word and it’s yours.” 

Flirtatious touches are common with Childe as your partner, but the touches, gazes, and dirty words only seem to multiply in quantity once Childe sees you in his clothing. “Trying to get my attention?” he’d tease, smirk almost wolfish as he’d stare down at you with those deep blue eyes that never sparkled, “Well if you are, it’s working.” And despite how much you may beg and plead for mercy, Childe will make it his job to embarrass you in public, whines of “I couldn’t help it!” leaving his lips whenever the two of you were eventually asked to leave due to inappropriate displays of affection. 

The sensation of burning blossomed across your skin. - Even if the hands that held you had belonged to someone with a pyro vision, their fingertips reaching themselves up to set your entire body aflame, the heat against your body couldn’t have been any warmer. Hot breath against your neck pulled you into a world of euphoria, the tender brush of lips against your skin causing you to shiver and shake on your lovers lap, your hips wantonly grinding and rubbing against the quickly growing member that poked and prodded your most sensitive parts through your clothes.

“If you’re not quiet, then everyone will hear you, Маленький кролик.” The words left your lovers lips with a teasing moan against your ear, Childe’s hands gripping and groping at your ass through your pants, his over-sized coat that you had innocently borrowed as part of your outfit being the only thing to cover the crude sight from the other customers in the Third-Round Knockout. You scanned the area around you for the fourth time, the view from your seat being both the complete dining area and the entrance from which mostly couples entered and exited. You fidgeted, your fingers idly adjusting the sleeves of Childe’s coat as you fought the urge to hide your face against Childe’s neck, to hold him close and let out the moans that so desperately wished to escape your lips. “Tartaglia, please-” you begged with a whisper, eyes shutting tight with embarrassment and shame as you spoke “I-I’ve been on your lap too long already. People are starting to stare.”

“Let them stare. I’m not done with you until I say I am.” The words came out in the form of a dominant tease, Childe’s teeth nipping the lobe of your ear until your body shook with sudden delight, your thighs rubbing against the space in your lovers pants that was only becoming tighter and tighter the more you whined and the more you moved. “You knew what you were doing when you met me here with my coat on-” “Tartaglia, please, I’m embarrassed” “You knew that I wouldn’t be able to resist you. My, my, what a vixen you are, teasing me like that-” “W-wait, they’re looking” “Do you know how much I want to sit there and watch as your tight hole squeezes itself around my thick, hard co-” Childe’s words stopped the moment a waiter came with a menu, the worker smiling and offering you something to drink.

Your heart beat out of your chest at the sudden words, your head hanging low in shame as you struggled to find the strength to say anything at all. But what embarrassed you even more was the way Childe began to smile, dread filling the pit of your stomach the moment you saw it. “What tea do you recommend?” Childe started, his tone sweet and face cheerful as he stared at the clueless waiter with feigned innocence, but once the water smiled at the question, his mouth opening to answer, long fingers quickly gripped your ass once more, the strength and dominance in the action causing you to bite your lip in order to hold back a moan. Simultaneously, Childe’s knee began to bounce, the action causing something hard and hot to endless poke and prod at the most excited parts of you.

“And what about you, sunshine? Why don’t you tell this fine gentleman here what you want to drink” Childe smiled as he spoke, his knee continuing to bounce as you tried desperately to open your mouth and form coherent words that wouldn’t give away the fact that Childe’s hands were now fighting to place themselves on your skin beneath your pants, his actions still being hidden by his coat that you had insisted on wearing that night. “J-just a water…p-please” you breathed out, the waiter quickly quirking an eyebrow up at your tone before Childe spoke again, an excuse of it being nothing but nerves on his lips that caused the water to nod his head in understanding and laugh. But even as the waiter walked away with the promise of returning with your drinks, Childe’s soft voice whispering praises for not being caught in your ear, you knew without a doubt, that it was bound to be a long night.

𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐫

At first, it had simply started with you using one of Diluc’s shirts as a pillowcase, one that brought you warmth and comfort as you slept and dreamed sweet dreams all while trying to forget how lonely your bed was without Diluc at your side. But, once his smell started to fade and his busy nights away from home, away from you, became more and more frequent, your only choice seemed to be to wear his clothing from time to time.

 Old shirts, new shirts, long coats, and thick coats are all at your disposal, the maids of Dawn Winery always turning a blind eye whenever a couple articles of their masters clothing just ‘happen’ to come up missing. Even Adeline, despite her strictness, will have a soft spot towards your little habit, only the best and warmest of Diluc’s coats finding themselves neatly folded on your bed and ready to be worn any time you wished. 

Diluc himself will instantly become soft towards your cute habit, ruby eyes widening almost comically the first time they see you wrapped up so snug in a piece of clothing that Diluc was sure had gone missing. And unlike the stoic Diluc who everyone seemed to know, this Diluc would be unable to control the ferocious red blush that would inevitably spread across his pale cheeks and the sweet words that would eventually tumble out afterwards. 

“Do you like what you see?” The words dripped like honey off your lips, a shiver running down Diluc’s spine as you spoke. His eyes caught sight of his own reflection within the polished wood of the chess pieces laid before him, the stark browns and creamy whites of the ornate pieces showing him a warped image of his own scarlet-red hair and pink cheeks. He had been playing a game against himself just moments before, his brows furrowed with concentration as his fingers spun the board around and around, chess pieces moving to and fro with precision. Dusk had settled across Mondstadt, the grounds of the winery quiet and calm as hues of purple and orange filtered in through the still open windows. In the fireplace a fire roared, several oak logs crackling and spitting hot embers into the walls of it’s brick confinement as Diluc closed his eyes, enjoying the sounds and the quiet evening that was sure to come. At least he was until you walked in only seconds later, a teasing smile on your lips and one of Diluc’s shirts freely open to show both your chest and your torso.

“I hope that you don’t mind” you cooed, “I just wanted to wear your shirt to bed.” Diluc found himself smiling at the words, a rare chuckle leaving his lips as his hands reached and grasped for you, his bright red eyes watching as you twirled and spun teasingly in front of him. “So naughty-” he would breathe, his voice low with peeking interest as the fear of a nearby maid hearing his dirty words left his mind completely. Diluc finally grasped onto your arm then, his eyes never once leaving yours as he pulled you into his lap, the feeling of skin against skin sending shock waves through his fingertips as you straddled him with an eagerness that Diluc was sure he hadn’t imagined. “Just wanted to wear my attire, hmm?” Diluc repeated your words over again, a rare smile playing at his lips as he tried not to notice the way you batted your eyelashes with feigned innocence. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a sight quite like this one. It suits you.” Fingers trailed up your torso as Diluc spoke the words, long and slim digits pushing aside the snow-white fabric that covered the bits and pieces of your chest that Diluc desired to see the most.

A hot, wet tongue was quick to tease the perk buds, a sharp hiss and moan leaving Diluc’s pink lips each time you pulled his hair and gently rocked against his hardening cock at the sensation. “Tell me how much you love it-” Diluc’s words were harsher this time, his tone almost frightening and desperate as he kissed and licked your chest, his lips trailing from places that made you moan to places that caused your thighs to quiver and shake. “Tell me how much you love the feeling of my lips on your skin. Beg for me, love.” you squirmed at the demand, your previous confidence quickly crumbling against the sight of Diluc’s sharp, red eyes staring up at you, his mouth still wrapped snugly around the most sensitive parts of your chest and your collarbone above it. “Not going to talk? Then fine-” Diluc pulled his lips away from you then, your grip on his hair only loosening once you frowned at the absent feeling of Diluc’s tongue on your skin only for swarms of butterflies to quickly accumulate in your tummy upon hearing his next set of words. “Go upstairs and keep my shirt on. I’ll make you do more than just talk.”

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[unknown-odds]

↳ ABOUT

𖤐 hello lovelies, welcome to unknown-odds! you may call me Odd, now heres more about me~

▸ i am in my 20s and i’m a cis woman that uses she/they pronouns

▸ i am a december sagittarius, born on the 14th

▸ am currently unemployed, so i have a lot of free time

▸ this account is dedicated to anything and everything that i am interested in

▸ although i don’t post any of my works yet, i do however reblog fics and fic recs

▸ my favorite colors are black & red

▸ i play guitar, though i am not the best at it as i just started learning how to play in the middle of 2021

▸ i’ve been reading since age 8 using books as an escape from reality

▸ i’ve also been gaming since age 11, using games as an escape as well

▸ likes: pedro pascal, cats, horror movies, video games, monsters, dilfs, moths <3, eddie munson, orcs,

▸ dislikes: feet, deep water, male gamers who only play first person shooters,

▸ current obsession: simon “ghost” riley

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he’s been losing the past couple times we played

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HAHAH

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diluc is for the girls confirmed

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at the time i was actually exhausted and having to stay awake to take my pills so it made me very 🥹🥹 to see this lol

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🤭🤭

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YES OFC I DO

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conversations with xiao make me melt

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LMAOO

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i hate myself sometimes LMAO