#diluc thirsts

[seineko]

minors do not interact!

if there was something that diluc found absolutely alluring about you, it would be your neck. not that you as a whole weren't alluring to him by any means.

but seriously, his obsession with shoving his face into it whenever you're around is a bit concerning.

if his day went well, the first thing he does after coming home is pull you into his arms and let out a satisfied sigh into the crook of your neck.

if his day went bad, he would not eat before snuggling his face deep between the path that connects your shoulders with your neck, letting you caresses his scalp tenderly.

if he didn't do anything during the day, he most often than not wants to be babied. so, if you feel a pout - a slight movement of his lips which, for diluc, is as good as a full blown pout - you know what he wants. (you did not hear that from me though, diluc ragnvindr does not want to be babied).

if he finds you cooking in the kitchen, his arms snake around your neck and his nose digs up space for his head to settle into. once, it led you to burn a chicken strip so much, it was impossible to distinguish it from a burnt piece of wood. a diluc who was fresh out of shower and only in his trousers was very bad for both your sanity and your kitchen.

if he finds you reading a book on the couch, he tends to sit on his knees and push his head as deep as he can to get a better smell of your scent and the book's. mostly yours.

you get it. his day doesn't feel complete unless he has you caged in his arms while caging his own face into your neck.

but nothing even came close to the feeling of utter ecstasy when he leaves a trail of kisses on each and every inch of your throat as he ruins you with such sweetness, it would've had your teeth aching if not for how far gone your ability to comprehend your surroundings was.

nothing can ever have him as feral as biting into every bit of the skin your neck and shoulder has to offer. while he tries his very best - but utterly fails - to not have himself climax inside you.

nothing can ever make him as satisfied as sucking and licking the places he bit into, to soothe the pain (and that is definitely not an excuse to have his mouth on your throat for just a bit longer).

and nothing can ever make him feel as much pride - and equal parts embarrassment - as he watches you stroll around mondstadt, not even trying to cover up the newly formed hickeys all that biting had left behind.

©2023 by seineko @ tumblr

[oceisastar]

MDNI

do not repost / translate / re-use my work in any shape or form.

diluc x gn!reader; orgasm denial, masturbation, grinding, tender, loving s*x, diluc is soft for reader

clutching at diluc’s back, your fingers dig into his skin.

“please, please, I need it so bad, fuck me, diluc,” you gasp, ragged. you’re dripping wet, the scent of your arousal thick in the air. diluc looks like it takes all his self-restraint not to just give you what you want.

after all, it was you who asked him to deny your pleasure. at least, at first. and diluc is nothing if not a man of his word.

***

“diluc?”

“what is it, sweetheart?”

your heart jumps at the nickname. he gives you a brief glance over his shoulder before continuing to read over the pile of paperwork on his desk.

you lean against the doorway, resting your head on the doorframe.

“are you going to be working late?”

“unfortunately, it seems so. since we’ve taken on more international ventures, the paperwork keeps piling up--i’ll have to have a talk with ernest about how to optimize our overseas revenue without it being at the cost of local operations. is everything alright?”

“yeah. i just miss you.”

he stops what he’s doing and looks up. his gaze softens and he sighs.

“i’m sorry, y/n. i know i’ve been preoccupied with work recently. there’s just so much to take care of...”

“but it’ll still be there, tomorrow, won’t it?”

diluc is silent, staring at the paperwork in front of him. you wait until he looks back again and you catch his gaze, softening your own. it’s that look, the one you give him when you’re about to ask for something. 

“come to bed, please?” 

he hesitates, but you flutter your lashes and he’s weak.

he pushes himself up off his desk, setting down his pen and striding toward you.

“give me a few minutes and i’ll be up.” he presses a kiss to your hand, “i promise.”

***

“can we try something tonight?” you say.

diluc glances at you as he takes off his watch, setting it on the drawer.

“what were you thinking of?”

“denial. orgasm denial.”

diluc’s face flushes red.

“why would i... why would i deny you that?”

“it’s not like you’d never give me the pleasure. but the delayed gratification... it makes it more intense. plus, we’d spent more time together.”

diluc looks doubtful.

“is that something you’d be interested in trying?” you ask, studying him.

“you’re sure you would... enjoy this?”

“i’ve only ever tried it myself but--”

“you did this by yourself?”

the image of your touching yourself flashes in diluc’s mind and suddenly his tie is much too tight.

you giggle.

“i wanted to be sure i wanted to try it with you, too. but that’s only if you want to as well.”

“i wouldn’t be opposed to it. though, it will be difficult not to just give you what you want. those eyes...” he steps closer, running his thumb across your cheek. “they’re very convincing when they want to be.”

you bite your lip before launching yourself at him. he catches you, making a surprised noise into your mouth, the two of you falling back onto the bed. you let your hands run all over his chest, groping him.

he moans into your mouth, pulling away with a flush on his face.

“master diluc, you look so good like this.”

“ah, please. don’t say such things.”

“why not? you’re handsome and you should know that.”

he gives you an embarrassed smile, but you don’t let him turn away. instead you take his face and kiss him deeply. diluc grasps at your ass, kneading the soft flesh.

the two of you gasp into each other’s mouths, diluc growing hard underneath you.

your eyes light up as diluc’s gaze grows warm. his hands trail up your upper thighs, slotting you against him so you’re grinding right on top of his dick. he exhales out of his mouth, eyes rolling back in his head.

***

it’s been almost an hour of you two grinding against each other, room hot and your bodies sweaty. somewhere in the middle, the two of you stripped your clothes off, throwing them aside.

diluc is standing on his knees, you spread out for him, waiting, wanting. diluc’s dick is hard against his stomach, pre-cum smeared across his skin.

you’re trying to bait him into fucking you, but he’s managed to stay steadfast. you, on the other hand, find yourself lost in desire.

you grab his neck, pulling him close to you. bringing your lips to his ear, you moan into it, “need it... need you”.

your breath is hot and you can feel him full-body shudder against you, but he manages to pull away from you. while not giving in fully, he still indulges you, lifting your legs and pressing fluttering kisses up the back of your thighs. your exposed hole quivers and his dick twitches in response.

he inhales deeply at the scent of your arousal, of you, and begins to jerk himself off.

“diluc!”

though his cheeks are flushed, he stares at you with a heated gaze, getting off to your body. you throb with arousal.

he’s never done something like this in all the time you two have been together. it’s so hot you might pass out.

he maintains eye contact throughout, even when his strokes become sloppy.

“ah, hah, fuck,”

you can’t help it--you reach down and start rubbing at yourself, but he reaches down and pushes your hand away, leaning down without hesitation and taking you into his mouth.

the sensation is so intense that you cum instantly, back arching off the bed as you scream--at the same time as diluc, who doubles over, cumming into his hand.

***

you wake up to diluc gently wiping you with a cool washcloth. he looks extremely disheveled but satiated. he smiles gently at you when he realizes you’re awake, kissing you softly.

“are you alright? there’s a glass of water on the bedside for you.”

“i’m great. holy shit, that was intense.” you say, reaching over and taking a sip. you feel light-headed from the overexertion. diluc takes note, encouraging you to drink more water.

“you need to rest. let’s talk more in the morning, hm?”

he finishes wiping you down, then sets the cloth down, heading to the door.

“ah, ah, mister. no more work.” you hold your arms open as you yawn. when he realizes you’re not going to relent, he closes the door and walks back into your loving arms. he accepts the hug and lets himself fall into bed beside you.

you nuzzle into his chest, murmuring, “i love you.”

when you’re falling asleep, you hear him reply in the softest, loving voice, “i love you very much.”

[zhxngii]

— ⋆ ࣪ ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ⋆ ࣪husbands who want to hold your hands while they're balls deep inside you so they feel that wedding ring on your finger. them telling you how much they want to finish inside.. how much they want to fill up their pretty wife to the brim with their cum.

they tell you just how much they love you as they finish, pressing kisses across your face and whispering sweet praises to you.

Zhongli , Welt , Jing Yuan , Gepard , Hex , Vox , Thoma , Kazuha , Diluc

[berriblossom]

Quiet mornings [making these daily ig]

For some reason, today, your dear husband did not let you escape his grip as you almost fought him to get up. Complaining you had work and so did he, the cool air within your bedroom was a stark difference to his warm bare skin.

Large and gentle hands hold your hips and slowly pull you back in as he whispers, "Few more minutes, just a few more babies... just need your warmth a little longer..."

As always, the lazy grin he gives you, you crawl back right next to him, being close to his chest, feeling his heartbeat on your back, feeling his hands slowly creep towards your thighs. Slowly moving them apart.

When you asked what he was doing, he reminded you of his words again. "Needing your warmth." Pushing your thighs apart, helping your push down your night shorts and panties, he kicks of his boxers and sinks his fat cock into your cunt slowly. Making sure you feel every single inch sink into your sweet pussy as he mumbles and kisses your ear.

"All mine, so fucking perfect baby, your all mine. Love your lil pussy so much, perfect fit for me. Let me keep you warm, hmm?"

But you did fight it, him stretching you slowly with the few extra pumps he give was addicting, you try to push against him for more friction but he'd just hold a tight grip on your waist, kissing your neck and ear.

But when the feeling gets too overwhelming even for him, you can feel the slow, weak thrust he gives yoh as he breathlessly apologizes. "M' sorry baby, ill make you feel so good. I'm gonna make you feel so good and warm baby just need more of you. I just wanna fill you up so much."

He'll gently repositioned you to turn on your tummy, as a hand held the fat of your hip and the other slowly rubbing your clit as long, slow pumps of his thick cock move in and out of your pussy. Stretching it out slowly, his whispers of filling you with his hot and warm stick cum, permanently making you his, and his alone.

You morning turn into you being late for work with cum soaked panties as proof.

:WRIOTHESLEY, Neuvillette, CHILDE, Ayato, ZHONGLI, Kaeya, Diluc, ALHAITHAM, Kaveh, Xiao, THOMA, ITTO. JING YUAN, Gojo, GETO

Call me Breeders United over here goodness.

[frogchiro]

men who'd beg to cum inside you, just thrusting away, all tired, worn out and flushed, panting like a beast in heat. they'd moan and groan as if almost in pain from the creeping in overstimulation but they just keep going, using their strong hips to thrust even faster and lifting your hips up up to get just that right angle to feel themselves slide even deeper. but they don't come, not yet at least, until they hear you say it-that you'll oh so graciously allow them to cum inside, let them flood your poor pussy and when you finally utter those lovely words you'll have them positively roaring in pleasure as they finally let themselves go and cum so deliciously deep inside♡

könig, soap, alejandro, rudy, philip graves, diluc, itto, childe, kazuha, tighnari

[eunuchve]

tags: mdni, smut, diluc has a voice kink, size kink, stomach bulge, cum (lots of it). a.n: i had this vivid image in my head of diluc just... pairings: diluc x gn!reader

diluc couldn't get enough of your voice - hungrily tugging the hardened nipples that show through your shirt, the way you moan and whimper when he brushes his thumb on them; the lovely mewls you make when he pinches and pulls them-- it's music to his ears. just as he aligned his fat cock to your entrance, whispering sweet nothings and praises to ease the pain you will feel.

your shameless pleas and begs almost made him cum too early, the way you complain and drool from his cock being too big for you; it's his only heaven. his muscular arms gripping your waist, not allowing you to escape, his lips kiss and soothe your pain away. he reaches places too deep, stretching you to your limit, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head and having you mumbling his name like a prayer.

he presses his palm over your stomach, satisfied with the visible bulge it created, before going in and out of you, bullying your insides and hitting that oh-so-perfect spot that makes you curl your toes. you can feel him twitching inside of you, the knot in your stomach threatening undone before your walls tighten around his cock, your fingers grabbing his arm instinctively.

"that's it my love, cum for me."

he keeps going, and he doesn't stop; your mewls turn to cries and his grip on your hand become tensed, pinning them to the top of your head before he thrust a final time and floods your insides with his warm cum. he makes sure to take a peak of the mess you made; how it slips out of you when he pulls out (much to your protest) only for him to engulf you in his embrace, praising you and planting kisses all over.

"don't worry darling," he whispered soothingly, his warm hand rubbing your thigh before pulling you close, "i won't let you spill them next time."

[uplatterme]

i want to eat diluc pls 👉👈

a/n: i combined these two, i hope y’all don’t mind

cw: sub!diluc, dom!reader, transmasc!diluc/ftm!diluc, amab!reader, cunnilingus, breeding | use of female anatomy terminology

Diluc watches.

He stands there behind the counter, watching you as you laugh with another. He watches how you place your lips on the wine glass, the alcohol evident in your expressions.

The glass in his hands is near to shattering with how stressful he’d been holding it. 

He then stops himself, remembering that this is his choice to begin with.

To the people of Monstadt, he’s never been with another. Diluc is seen as a lone wolf, someone that can never be locked down. One, who prioritizes his business rather than romantic relations.

He knows the wall that he’s built around him, the kind of expectations that people expect of being the Ragnvindr heir… and that’s exactly why he chooses to keep your relationship with him a secret.

He will never let you suffocate with that burden.

“Are you tired? We can just eat in if you want.” You ask Diluc, sitting on one of the stools in front of him.

He doesn’t answer, his mind seeming to be somewhere else.

“Diluc.” You call out.

He continues fixing the bottles on the shelves, not responding to your words. 

You’re not new to this side of him, the way Diluc copes with his problems by shutting everything out. It does, however, result in him being unaware of his surroundings whenever he focuses on them too much.

You sigh. “Love?”

That’s when he finally turns around, worried that someone else might see you two. Once he realizes that there’s no one else in the tavern, he relaxes, calling out your name and bringing the back of your hand to his lips.

“Are you alright?” You question him, even knowing the fact that he won’t share his feelings with you, preferring to keep them to himself.

“I’m fine.” Is what he says, despite his right eye obviously twitching when he says it.

“Is it work?”

…

“The Knights?”

…

“Is it that guy from earlier?”

Diluc stops his slow pacing behind the counter, about to reject your accusations until he realizes that he’s accidentally revealed it himself with his actions.

”It’s not…” Diluc fumbles with his words, trying to think of an excuse and while he does, he sees you smirking, trying to hold yourself back from laughing. 

“You—!” He shouts, embarrassed. 

Diluc wants to crouch under the counter but knows you’ll tease him even further if he does.

“I swear, Diluc. You’re one of the smartest men I’ve ever met and yet you…could be so stupid sometimes.” You say, reaching out for the glass of water he’s set for you.

“You know I’ll never let you go, right?” You remind him.

Diluc doesn’t remember how many times you’ve said those words to him.

He’s starting to believe it.

You really wish you could keep Diluc for yourself. It sounds a bit obsessive now that you think about it, but having your head between his thighs, watching him squirm, trying to not get ahead of himself, makes you jealous of the idea that someone else might get to see this as well.

Diluc’s hair is a mess, the hair tie snapped by your fingers earlier. The feeling of his own hair on his back sends shivers throughout his body. 

He knows how wet he is, already so pleased by your attention and littered praises.

With your tongue on his cunt, his nerves are on fire, something that his pyro vision could never do. He’s left thoughtless, holding on to the sheets of the bed, his juices leaking all over it. His face resembles the color of his hair, his cheeks heating more and more, the cold breeze of Monstadt not being a bother despite his bare legs.

“How’s that, my prince?” You tilt your head up to look at his needy eyes, waiting for you to continue.

“V–Very well—” Diluc’s words are cut off by a loud whine, your tongue focusing on his clit, his mouth is left wide open, his legs quivering within your hands.

Diluc closes his eyes, taking in all the pleasure you’re giving him generously.

Diluc tastes so sweet, the alcohol you’ve consumed earlier pales in comparison. It’s so rewarding, like the patience you bore not being able to do anything when girls flocked all over your man is finally being rewarded.

The Darknight Hero sings your name repeatedly, begging you to keep going. His words slurring, climax at its reach.

He cums with a pitiful whimper, his body trembling against the headboard. His head rolls back, thighs unable to stop themselves from shaking.

“Should we take a break?” You ask, fingers intertwining with his, watching his entire body crumble and waiting for him to slowly relax.

“No,” He breathes out. “We can keep going.”

Diluc’s back is arched, his soft ass all up for you to admire while you slam his tight and wet walls. 

It’s times like these that you swear the Archons blessed Diluc far too much. 

It’s sickeningly amazing how good he feels, the temptation to fill his insides getting to your head. 

He writhes and moans, his face down on the pillow, drooling at how good you’re fucking him. The way you hold his waist, keeping him in place as he’s forced to take your rough and pleasurable thrusts.

Diluc muffles his whines with the pillow, unable to control his own body and how it reacts when combined with yours, sobbing at how deep you push yourself in.

“Ah, fuck–” You swear worriedly, knowing you’re nearing ejaculation, Diluc’s insides clenching on your shape.

You pull yourself away, something you’re used to doing when having sex with Diluc. Something that you just accepted without a question. 

That is, until Diluc’s shivering hand reaches for your wrist.

“Love?” You ask hastily, upset that you’ve somehow done something wrong.

He buries his head deeper into the pillow and answers your concern, his voice quiet but clear.

“What?” You say, not sure if you heard him correctly or if your mind had finally lost its screws.

“It’s fine.” He says.

You tilt your head to look at Diluc’s flushed face, wanting to confirm again if he said what you think he said.

“What if—”

“I said, it’s fine.” He blushes even deeper than possible. 

“Must you really make me be direct and say even more embarrassing things?”

With that, you continue to thrust inside Diluc’s cunt, uttering out praises such as “You drive me crazy.” and repeating your affection for him. “I love you so much, Diluc.”

You finish inside him and Diluc collapses on the bed. It’s different. It’s raw, these emotions of his, unlike the emotions he’s shown when you first met, filtered by what he thinks he should show you.

Your cums leaks out from his walls and while he’s still embarrassed, he loves it.

He loves how warm your seed is. He loves how you make him scream his throat dry. He loves how deep he’s fallen for you. It doesn’t matter how many troubles come his way.

He loves it because it’s you.

So laying there breathless with you on top of him, he pleads.

“More.”

It’s stupid how he thinks he can get away with saying that without paying for it.

Diluc pants heavily, he doesn’t know how many times he’s climaxed nor does he know how many times you’ve filled him completely.

He hears it when you pound inside of him, your cum dripping down his thigh and yet you continue to wreck his walls and replace that waste.

He doesn’t want you to stop.

“Mmh–Like that! Please!” 

He begs you, any ounce of shame seeming to have gone away.

“Well, try harder to keep it in. Why don’t you? Such a waste, spilling all my hard work…” You tease, the man whimpering as you hit his sensitive spot.

Diluc’s trying. He really is, but with how much liquid you’ve spilled inside…

It would be a miracle if he doesn’t get knocked up after this. Not that he minded if it’s with you.

“I’m c-close!” He sobs out.

His lower half is heavy and he can’t tell whether it’s because of the amount of cum inside of him or because you fucked his cunt so bad that his thighs numbed.

He believes it’s both.

Diluc moans out your name with a rasp in his voice as he cums for the nth time, his entire body weak and shivering.

He lays down on the bed, his stomach bulging from how much cum he’s managed to keep inside.

He stares at your wicked eyes, wondering if that grin of yours is to be taken positively or not. Diluc sees you visibly bite back your words.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He wonders what else you had to say.

Diluc sits on the edge of the bed, waiting for you to finish behind him.

You’re currently on your knees, braiding your lover’s hair. 

“Your hair would be prettier with some flowers.” You suggest.

He chuckles, tilting his head back to meet your face.

“That sounds bothersome.”

You shake your head at his antics. It was worth a try, at least.

“Hey, if something happens…” You say, concern evident in your face.

“If something happens, I’ll tell you.” Diluc answers before you even ask.

“I see.” You reply.

You tie the end of his hair, the long braid suiting Diluc more than you anticipated. It’ll get curly tomorrow but hey, maybe he’ll start a new trend with the people of Monstadt.

“Next Windblume.” He says.

“What?” You stare at him confused.

“You can put flowers in my hair next Windblume.”

[anantaru]

cw. [ex]plicit, diluc fantasizing about you, fem! reader

a/n. this is a follow up from a little thirst i once typed out months ago <3 enjoy loves

diluc loves you, very much so.

but diluc too, wants to taste you on his lips and body, because he was aware that he could certainly die a happy man after that, after your slick liquids slide down his eager tongue. after all it was you, and your precious cunt was probably so sweet, no scrap that, he was sure of it, one hundred percent.

you're ridiculously addicting too him— like the most purest sugar on this planet, hand picked throughout all of teyvat. it's when it's finally slithering down against his tongue and towering over his tastebuds, like fine, magnificent honeydew.

he could bet on it now, truly.

in spite of such, his vulgar dream was not on its finish line yet, because diluc wants you to tightly squeeze your legs around his head when he does it, until his ears are ringing when he gets you to scream his name in a high pitched timbre.

it was wildly spread on how impossibly serious he took the solemnity of savoring each taste. honestly— and that was a little embarrassing if he thought about it more throughout, but diluc wouldn't even touch himself before not making you cum on his mouth at least once, or twice.

if you're nice and behave, maybe spelling out his name with a needy cry and a couple of your airy mindless babbles of how warm and sealed he was on you.

he'll map it all out for you, completely, diluc would leave nothing unturned either— first glissading over your folds, rubbing the tip past the inside of your puffed out cunt before slipping in further, sneakily so you're caught off guard and gasp for air.

maybe a little more, he thinks, well, or not just a little. diluc wants to properly grope your cute tummy, your beautiful, bouncy tits with his slender hands that were hot above, ghosting on your shivering skin.

but in the end, even he will be lost in it too, in you and nothing but your presence because how could he not? after all it's you, again, you you and you, his precious love, his darling angel.

2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Since it is the month of monster fucking, I shall grace you with an idea that's been living in my head rent-free for the past couple of days. Imagine if you will, Sub AFAB Diluc with a Hydro Eidolon Reader(gn). Let's assume that Reader is a unusually powerful Eidolon that can shift into whatever form they like by their own choice (human or otherwise), and that they have the necessary intelligence to pass as a human. So, imagine having a blindfolded Diluc straddle your lap and using your control of Hydro to slowly tease his holes open, while kissing him breathless. Imagine edging him for hours as you increase the number of tentacles in his cunt and ass for one, to two, to three. Fucking him until he's a overstimulated mess as you coo praises in his ear, telling him what a good boy he is, how well he's taking you. After finally having your fill you run a warm bath for the both of you, and cuddle up in bed to sleep.

I'm listening. I'm imagining 👀

Trans guys + tentacles truly are a wonderful combo...so is a scenario like this followed by aftercare and cuddles ❤️

-

All of Diluc holes are occupied; the two holes between his legs are stuffed with writhing tentacles, stretching him open while delicious moans beckon for you to push him a little more, see how much more your darling could take before his brain goes blank and his pussy clenches from yet another orgasm

Meanwhile Diluc's mouth is victim to your relentless kisses, maybe you have one hand on his hip to steady his trembling form and the other hand tangled in the back of his hair? A grip tight enough to keep his face pressed close while you, quite literally, take his breath away. Whispering so many praises in between each kiss

And after you've relaxed in that nice bath, you'll hold each other close under the sheets. The moonbeams seeping in between the curtains being the only light to illuminate Diluc's content expression as he breathes an “I love you”, and you return the sentiment punctuated with another kiss to his cheek or forehead 🥺

[seineko]

minors do not interact!

warning(s): the usual smut warning, and also diluc just ruining me for everyone else cause he's sending my standards up to heaven.

well, it took over my mind and i decided to write it down.

it's just expanding on something i've already said before.

diluc's biggest strength with it comes to you (or more specifically when it comes to use against you) is his perception.

he was just as - if not more - inexperienced than you when you got into a relationship; especially the physical aspect of it.

and honestly, it was kind of mind-boggling how fast he had become so good.

so good that he completely ruined you for any other human being that existed in teyvat. (not that you were planning on leaving him for the next few lives, so it's a total win-win situation.)

he somehow becomes a bit more better - at everything from holding hands to fucking you (or, as he likes to call it, loving you) - each time he does it.

the slightest of shift in your fingers has him adjust his palm around yours that makes it so comfortable and warm. he gets it right down to the centimetre.

in the same aspect, the smallest of shift in your body has him move around his arms and chest to wrap himself around you - or you, him - that makes you feel like you are in the safest possible bubble teyvat has to offer. all the while being able to breathe.

the way you move your lips when he so eagerly, and lovingly, kisses you traces out a map for him to move his mouth and tongue in the exact way which makes you weak in the knees.

even the almost inaudible gasp you let out when his mouth makes it way down from your neck to kiss - and sometimes bite - each spot lets him know where his tongue should spend much longer on.

your fingers digging into his scalp while he has his tongue and fingers in you guides him to find the best spot, either to spend hours on it or completely avoid it to frustrate you further, depending on the day.

the hitching of your breath and the whimpers combined, when he pushes himself inside you, has him know exactly which spot to concentrate upon and how to do so; slower and much more sweet or rougher and very demanding. both of them render you boneless and mindless under him.

the cry you let out as the orgasm hits you lets him know if or not you can continue for much longer and many more times.

and, finally, the tone with which you tell him that you love him after climbing down from the feeling of euphoria is how he knows if to bring a washcloth to clean you up or carry you to the bath.

diluc has never appreciated his perception more.

©2024 by seineko @ tumblr

[tteokdoroki]

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — smut, mdni 18+, afab!reader.

diluc fucking you while he’s fully clothed and you’re completely naked — he has you pressed up against a wall in the tavern after hours with your thighs slung over his shoulders and your slick little cunt wrapped around him !!

he’s teasing you and there’s not much you can do about it from your position beneath the man. not that you’d want to, because diluc is so calmly domineering— the way he smiles down at you, presses featherlight kisses to your shining skin and plays with your slick clit between his gloved fingers makes you his malleable mess.

you’re too loud, whining and whimpering— brought to tears by the red head’s shallow thrusts. so he slips off his gloves, puts them between the rows of his pearly white teeth and slides his fingers past your eager lips. he lets you suck, smirking around the black patent leather in his mouth, the flavour of satisfaction spread across his tongue.

“quiet darling. let me give you something to occupy that pretty little mouth of yours, hm?”

[lorelune]

something abt the idea of courting is soooooo 🥰🍓💕🥺👀❤️

it’s the intentionality. it’s the “i’m going to woo you.” it’s the “i’m going to take my time with you.”

[zhxngii]

— ✧*̣̩⋆̩☽⋆゜Men who'll just wreck themselves and become a fucking mess with just the thought of you as they think about you in such a sinful way. They're fucking their fist, their hand just all wet and slick with their pre and spit, head tilted back as they let out a strangled moan at the thought of your hand around them instead of yours... or even better, your mouth. They almost drool at just the thought, secretly wishing that you'd not only catch them in the act but also be willing to help them just as they imagined.

BAIZHU, THOMA, DILUC, KAEYA, CHILDE, SAMPO, LUOCHA, Kazuha, Zhongli, Kaveh, Welt, Dan Heng, Hex Haywire, Doppio Dropsycthe, Luca Kaneshiro

[suguru-getos]

yandere genshin characters x punishments (gn! reader)

warnings: yandere themes, mdni, mentions of emotional, sexual abuse, isolation, manipulation, degradation.

a/n: feeling dark sorta way 😈

characters included: scaramouche, ayato, diluc,

scaramouche: things with him range from getting minor chidding for being mouthy to a full blown rage fest. he is scared of hurting you physically knowing the intense power he holds. plus— it isn’t very good to hurt the people we love; right? all he wants is to protect you. keep you safe and sound. not his problem that you can’t understand what’s truly, undeniably good for you. uses isolation as his weapon. you would be locked in, spoiled with your favorite food, on time. but you aren’t allowed to see anyone, not even him… one week in & you are already vulnerable & folded. the silence is tearing your eardrums apart. there is nothing you miss more than to be held by scara. to talk to him…. to be with him & listen to him spoil you. so the next morning when he comes to you with food, you break down. big fat tears rolling through your cheeks as you hug him, shoulders dropped low and anxiety folding you. “please— kuni, please don’t leave me alone, i don’t like this,” the break in your voice almost breaks his heart. but he knows you need to learn your lessons. and sometimes, not in the most desired of ways. “good little angel, sssh~” he cooes, kissing your forehead. “but i want to really, really know if you mean your words. let’s make it another two days hm?” the look of betrayal in your eyes is soon swiped away, when he leans in and kisses you softly, but his will & decision unshakable. maybe after another two days, you will understand how much, you are lucky enough to have someone like him tend to you, always.

ayato: ayato has two sides, one that is ever so gentle, kind, tolerant to your antics. the other… is the side that you never want to see; the spoiled, belittling brat side to him. “surely you must know by now why exactly you are treated like a whore?” ayato mused, watching your naked sex stuffed with a dildo that was of his size. “do you even deserve to be touched by me rather?” he sits in front of you, it’s been literal hours you have been forced to cockwarm the toy. tears prickling into your eyes, you whine out & bite your lip. all of this because you decided to tell ayato that he isn’t deserving of you, that you’d rather be a slut to any man that be his lover. because ayato is selfish, self-centered & narcissistic. and you— almost had enough of it. ‘almost’ until you saw this side of him. the side drenched with cruelty and mania. “yato-“ you cried out, “uh uh uh? what did you say?” you immediately flinched at that statement, correcting your words, “waka sama- i’m sorry, i’m sorry— please!” it felt a little too overwhelming, overbearing, with how he sat next to you, tending to his official matters until he decided it was time to take a break. you almost forgot that ayato loves you, sickeningly, disgustingly but he does… feeling smaller, and smaller. almost insignificant in front of his wrath. “i’m sorry—” you managed to mumble one more time, knowing completely well it was not what he wanted to hear. “i will never go to anybody else,” that got you a change of his look. he was looking at you with softened eyes, almost reconsidering his idea of punishing you any further. scoffing at your statement, his gloved hands removed the toy from your drooling sex, kissing it softly. “good little thing,”

diluc: the wine tycoon of monstadt was already intimidating to everyone. coursing fear and respect through everyone’s veins whether they wanted it or not. all you had to do, to feel the same anxiety from his otherwise warm presence was to go out of dawn winery, and get yourself surrounded by cryo slimes. why would you never understand that you. are not. allowed. to step. the fuck out? diluc didn’t talk to you, he didn’t want to hurt his angel by words, or by actions after he safely protected you. but his aloofness was killing you already. truth be told, diluc was a soft yandere, and you dearly, dearly loved him. leaving you be by your rooms, working his job as the dark knight. and coming back to sleep in a bed that is different from yours was enough to carve little pieces of your heart out into the abyss. you loved him, and you wanted to be loved. the silent treatment was not helping— despite you waking up early and waiting long in the nights to get a chance to talk to him. it just wasn’t working. diluc was not happy… until one day you just couldn’t take it, your silent sobs echoed through his room when he came home one night. immediately rushing towards you and hugging you tenderly. “hey hey hey— why are you crying?” diluc softly cooed, kissing your tears away. “hey- listen, i-” before he could complete, your whines escaped, sounding complaint-laced. “you don’t wanna even talk to me these days! i will never talk to you either fuckkk you!” you were angry at him, but you were leaning into his soft touch. “i love you, i’m sorry— i just, got scared okay? scared that my paranoia might hurt you and became distant..” the whole night, you and diluc got comfortable by sharing silences and sentences that you both needed to hear.

[ordowrites]

wow i sure wish a rich red haired man with pretty red eyes, a pyro vision, and wields a claymore could come and whisk me away right now!

[cosmicisms]

diluc x m!reader nsfw drabble

warnings: dom!diluc/sub!reader, pwp, you’re a brat, kinda brat taming, bondage (wrists are tied), light choking, diluc slaps you once.

authors note: i’m so whipped for him.

diluc had his body pressed on top of yours, rendering you unable to squirm away from beneath him. his soft red hair was mussed and tickled the sides of your face as he pressed kiss after kiss to your sore lips.

you threaded your fingers through his locks and gave them a little tug, earning yourself a small growl from the redhead on top of you. you knew diluc liked having his hair pulled, and you knew the implications of what would happen if you continued to rile him up like this.

“careful.” diluc murmured lowly, nipping your bottom lip as he pulled away to draw in a deep breath. “you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, sweetheart.”

the term of endearment, usually so innocent and harmless, now caused you to get hot under the collar. diluc was a massive tease, something many people never expected under his aloof and blunt exterior. this only server to make your desire for him increase by tenfold.

his large and calloused palm caressed your cheek softly as his free hand roamed freely beneath your shirt, causing you to flinch at the warmth of his touch.

his fingertips brushed lightly over your hardened nipples, causing you to let out a breathy moan, watching the smirk spread across diluc’s face. “don’t stop with those noises now, dear.”

you didn’t dare disobey him, no. you knew well and true that diluc didn’t allow for meddlers or troublemakers in his life. you had stepped out of line before, and he had made you sorely regret it.

…however, there was that lurking sense of curiosity within you. the devil’s whisper, urging you to brat off a little bit. push a few more of his buttons. dangerous little thoughts like that.

diluc was now lost underneath the spell of lust, easily pulling shaky moans and low whines from you with his skilled lips abusing your soft spots, and his dexterous fingers rubbing over your nipples.

“hands above your head.” he instructed, his voice husky with a piercing look to accompany it. you knew it was a bad idea, you knew but…

“what if i don’t?”

the words tumbled out of your mouth before you could think twice. they hung in the air between you two, the silence an opportunity to rethink your decisions.

diluc clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. “very well, then.” he hummed. suddenly, he reached for your wrists, pinning them down with a single hand as he hovered over you. there were no second chances this time. no “what did you say?”, no “would you like to think about that again?”

no. tonight, diluc was not in the mood.

and you didn’t regret your words. not yet at least.

he kept his fiery red eyes on you as he moved up to pull his shirt off, unbuttoning it deliberately slowly to watch you squirm as more and more of his built form was exposed to you.

diluc whispered in your ear, his hot breath making you shiver as he tied the shirt around your wrists, making absolutely sure that you wouldn’t be able to escape your new restraints. “why is that you must be a brat, despite the many punishments i’ve given you?” he asked with exasperation.

“i guess it’s just in your nature.” he shrugged and studied your form, before moving to lift your shirt up, now fully exposing your chest. his hot breath fanned over your sensitive chest, making you yelp as his lips connected with your nipple.

“diluc~!” you called his name out, your voice landing on deaf ears as he continued to lick and suck at your nipple, his other hand twisting and pulling the nub of the opposite one. “p-please, ‘m sensitive there~!”

“i don’t care.” diluc’s tone was cold as he reprimanded you with a stone gaze. “this could’ve been avoided if you had followed my orders like a good boy, but you just had to be a brat, didn’t you?”

your face burned as he leered at you, once more attaching his lips to your other nipple. “ughh~ what, can’t handle some playful resistance, then?” you rebuked with a huff.

diluc’s hand was quick to wrap around your throat, giving it a light squeeze. your eyes widened as he did so, not missing how his eyes darkened with lust as he spotted how your adam’s apple bobbed in your throat.

“don’t push me any further, brat.” his voice was low and threatening, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. “unless you want to be punished further?”

his eyes combed over your helpless form as a smug little smirk made its way to his face. “i bet you’d like that, though, wouldn’t you?” he mocked you, giving your throat another squeeze as he chuckled darkly.

chewing the inside of your cheek, you avoided his sharp gaze, refusing to admit anything. however, diluc tightening his grip ever so slightly made you lose it.

“yes, i would!” you exclaimed, face alight with an embarrassed blush. “i would enjoy if you punished me further.”

your admittance only served to further diluc’s pleasure in humiliating you. “is that so?” he murmured, removing his hand from your throat to gently caress your cheek. “well then, i can’t just deprive you of something that would bring you enjoyment, can i?”

you looked up at him, deciding to meet his eyes again. excitement bubbled in your stomach, your cock beginning to strain against your pants.

diluc slapped you lightly, nothing to leave a mark or really hurt, but enough to let you know that he was still very displeased with your bratty behaviour. the impact made you gasp and glare up at him.

“don’t get excited. i can deprive you of your enjoyment, and i will deprive you of your enjoyment.” he whispered, smoothing his hand over your cheek. “that is, unless, you’re willing to beg good and hard for it.”

he paused to let you think about his words, thoroughly taking pleasure in the way your facial expressions contorted into one of reluctance and frustration.

“n-no, that’s embarrassing.” you huffed, rolling your eyes. trying to play off your desires was futile, as diluc eyed the bulge in your pants with a raised eyebrow.

“having you beneath me with your hands bound above your head is also embarrassing.” he snapped back with a teasing lilt to his voice. “now beg.”

you felt the colour spread across your cheeks, only making diluc laugh with a cruel glint in his eye.

“oh, that look on your face is priceless. come on now, brat. beg for me good enough, and i’ll let you have me in whatever way you desire.”