#i thought diluc had bigger muscles?

[roseapov]

Happy Birthday Diluc!

30th April 2024

[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.

[intothegenshinworld]

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Note: let’s see if ya’ll like Diluc more than Thoma XD

‘What’s troubling you?’

Diluc’s voice brings you out of your thoughts. You knew drinking alcohol would end up making you feel worse in the morning, but you still wanted to get out, so you entered Angels Share for some tea.

You look up at your favourite bartender and joke, ‘Do I really look that bad?’

He almost drops the glass he had been cleaning. You have to stifle a smile. When Diluc turns his head you see a hint of panic in his eyes. In a serious tone he replies, ‘No. You look good.’

‘Calm down, ‘luc. I was merely messing with you.’ You smile before turning your gaze towards the crowd of patrons. Everyone seemed to be having so much fun. Normally you’d join them but your bad luck streak put you in a down mood.

‘I guess it’s just one of those days, y’know.’ You move your eyes from the crowd back at Diluc. He’s busy cleaning glasses again, but you know he’s still listening. Your gaze lingers on his hands.

‘Say, do you sleep with your gloves on as well?’

A smile creeps up on Diluc’s face. ‘Where did that come from?’

You put your teacup down onto the bar. ‘I just never seen you without them.’

‘Well, I can assure you - there’s nothing weird about my hands. And no, I don’t wear my gloves when sleeping.’ He takes the empty teacup you placed down. ‘Refill?’ He’s already gathering the tea and milk as he awaits your reply.

You hum, ‘Could you maybe make it a bit sweeter as well?’

‘A love poem?’ Diluc moves his hand over to grab the caramel.

‘Love poem?’ You blink a few times. ‘Tea, milk and caramel right?’ Diluc stops the preparation and waits for your answer.

In your tired state it takes you a moment to realise that love poem is the name of the drink.

‘Yes.’

Diluc’s hands move swiftly around as he prepares the drink. It doesn’t take long for Diluc to place the teacup down onto the bar. His black and red gloves take your attention as he slides the cup over to you. ‘Seriously though, do you think I could ever see your hands?’

Diluc puts his arms onto the bar. He leans a bit forward and you can see his muscles flex. ‘Would that cheer you up?’

A smile breaks out on your face.

‘You’re serious? Yes!’ You had merely been teasing the redhead but a chance at seeing his hands? You’ve known Diluc for a while now and he always wears his black outfit, summer or not. This is a rare opportunity indeed.

‘There’s really not much to see.’ He removes one glove, then the other. After putting the fabric aside he awkwardly puts his hands in the air to show you. ‘See?’

Diluc’s hands are pale, probably because they haven’t seen the sun in a while. His fingers are slender, ones suited for playing piano. You expected to see a scar or burn marks, he is a pyro user after all, but there are none. Guess he wasn’t lying about his ordinary hands.

When you lean over the bar you accidentally bump your elbow into your teacup. You try to grab it before it tumbles over but you end up making a bigger mess.

A splash of warm liquid falls onto your clothes and you take a sharp inhale.

The cup hits the floor and it shatters below your feet. The other patrons in the tavern momentarily stop their conversations to look up at the commotion. You lift up one of your hands, ‘Sorry.’

You move your attention to your clothes first, wiping at the stain. You’re lucky to not have burned yourself but you’d have to go home to get changed before it starts to stick against your skin.

Seems your bad luck streak has yet to end.

You step off from the bar chair carefully. It doesn’t look that bad. You’re certain you’re able to gather most of the big pieces by yourself.

‘Let me help,’ Diluc crouches down next to you. ‘I’m alright. I- ouch.’

You drop the pieces of porcelain when you cut yourself.

‘See?’ Diluc grabs your hand in his own. Without his gloves you can feel the heat he radiates. ‘Let me help you.’

‘It’s nothing, I’m sure my soulmate can deal with it for now.’ On the inside of one of your fingers is a thin cut. A few drops run down your skin, and while it stings, you simply want to get this over with so you don’t have to feel embarrassed about breaking the cup any more.

Diluc moves up to grab the first aid kit, but a sting in his hand stops him in his tracks. A small cut appears on his skin without him holding any of the shards. He lifts one of his brows in confusion.

It takes a moment before he puts the pieces together. His left hand, your left hand, on the inside of both your fingers. A shallow cut, but enough to draw a few drops of blood.

You bite the inside of your cheek. You must look like a mess. Tired, your clothes stained with tea and a bleeding finger. Diluc doesn’t get mad easily so you doubt he is now. Still, you apologize, ‘Sorry ‘luc, I’ll pay back for the cup.’

Diluc snaps his head up. ‘No, that’s not it.’

You look towards Diluc. He placed one of his knees down onto the wooden floor, one of his arms rests on the leg he propped up.

‘Y/n.’

He shows you his hand.

A thin line of red blood trails down from his finger, similar to yours. Too similar to yours.

You place your hand next to his and you look up at him.

All the stress of today seems to leave your body and you can almost cry upon the realization.

‘You’re my soulmate, y/n.’

[sparrow-stunned]

abscondita | yan diluc x reader

content warning: yandere, implied physical violence, forced isolation/kidnapping, unhealthy relationship. reader discretion is advised.

notes: accidentally wrote a whole backstory without realizing oop. Diluc brings gifts like a cat brings dead mice (only they're dead abyss mages instead).

word count: 1.8k

The Dawn Winery Manor hides many secrets.

In hushed words, the maids whisper about disappeared guests. Mysterious noises. Hidden rooms. Things that go bump in the night.

When asked, Adelinde merely smiles and speaks of the weather.

The door handle turns, as it is wont to do once or twice a day, by hands that were never your own. Before, you would have lunged for it. Clawed in animalistic desperation at the tantalizing peek of freedom, yours if you could only wedge a foot, a hand, a nail between door and frame. A sliver of space, an opening into a bigger world—if you could just claim it.

You stopped trying after the third week. Now, you only sit and wait for it to be over.

Foolish hope cannot survive long here. A frozen heart has no space to nurture anything but hatred. The depth of it consumes you sometimes, brief bursts of hate so intense you can’t breathe. As if you were encased in ice.

This is one of those times.

A door opens. Suffocating silence as he enters. It is one of the only weapons you have, and your frosty glare wields it with efficiency.

“Good evening,” he offers. Without shame. “I hope you’re well.”

Your jaw tightens. You offer nothing in return, but he remains undeterred. Merely closes the door in response, an almost-there whine of the hinges as heavy mahogany slides shut.

Nothing you do affects him. Nothing you will do, either, you’ve come to learn. He is an unwavering fire, in the best and worst of ways. You’ve always appreciated that about his character. But along with your trust, that too has died.

“I found some Abyss Mages the other day near Wolvendom,” he mentions offhandedly. A soft clink as snapped branches are dropped on the table in front of you. Silver-white wood. Broken off, but there is still sprouting leaves in the middle of unfurling. Life blooming in the absence of it. Its silver glimmers of unknown alchemy.

A deviance from his typical gifts. Usually, he brought you things that were much more… conventional. Fragrances of subtle scents, to be applied to intimate, vulnerable areas. Clothes of luxurious fabrics, designed and sewn by the best seamstresses both in Mondstadt and out. Jewelry for a lover in gleaming gems set in gold chains, beautiful chunks of jewels inlaid in silver rings, drop earrings sculpted in intricate shapes. Always rubies. Always the shade of his eyes.

You never touched them. It’s not as if there is anyone but Diluc to appreciate them being used. You doubt Master Diluc even personally chose them himself.

But the ley line sprout. This is new.

“I thought that you may find them curious,” he murmurs. “You were always fascinated with the Irminsul.”

It’s true. The Irminsul trees, whose roots can stretch as deep as the abyss. Your father had been obsessed, an almost fanatical passion for abyssal magic, even on his deathbed. You inherited his work, albeit slightly less obsessive. You hadn’t joined the Order of Favonius Knights for alchemy, after all, and it remained as more of a personal hobby rather than any strict academic research.

Knowing all this, Diluc stares at you in expectation.

Your eyes narrow, but you do not move to touch them. You won’t give him the satisfaction of cooing over whatever spoils he saw fit to show you from his nightly hunts. Severe frown stay frozen in place. If you melt, show even a drop of joy, he sees an ocean instead. So what if he remembers your interests. Were you supposed to praise him for it? After all he’s done…

Your calf muscle twitches. You bite your cheek and wait for blood to leak under sharp canine teeth. The taste of copper keeps you grounded in the present.

Before, you would have thanked him profusely his care. But before, you had trusted him. Diluc Ragnvindr, Master of the Dawn Winery, ex-captain of the Knights of Favonius, and most importantly, a long-time honoured friend.

Used to be, at least, before that trust was incinerated. Reduced to scattered ashes in the space between you and him. Now, there is nothing amiable. Nothing warm at all.

At your indifference, Diluc furrows his eyebrows. Taps the table with naked fingers, nail on wood once, twice, thrice, lost in thought. You’ve gotten used to seeing him without the coat and gloves. His clothes being casual white shirt instead of stern black coat. You wish you still thought it strange, seeing him so oddly vulnerable, but it’s a sight you’re now accustomed to. It's a too-familiar sight, when he returns from whatever self-righteous mission he’s taken upon himself.

“I had thought…” he muttered, glancing at you with darkened crimson eyes. Filled with coded emotions you don’t have the capacity to decipher. Nor do you care enough to try.

Whatever he had thought, he thought wrong.

Face shifting back into determination—will he never give up, you despair—and he clears his throat. “Very well. You must be hungry. Adelinde?” he calls out, and as always, the head housemaid carries in dinner with nary a sound. Like everything in this manor, you used to view her with fondness. Now she is merely another instrument in your imprisonment.

A plate of food set in front of you, before her graceful exit. You would call it “Pile ‘Em Up”, except nothing is piled up. Everything is instead diced and sliced into pieces you can eat with a spoon. He’s learned his lesson, from previously allowing you knives and forks.

Pity, you think, a vicious flick of your hand as you scoop up a mishmash of steak and potatoes. It was morbidly beautiful, you mull while chewing, the way a butter knife can sink metal into flesh, if you twist hard enough.

You hope he still has that scar on his collarbone. It’s the least you could do, after all he’s done for you. To you. Trapped you in luxury you can’t take joy in, a mansion you can’t walk in, a room you can’t rest in—everything here is too… His. Including you.

An eye for an eye. A wound for a wound. That’s how you keep yourself sane. One broken bone just means an extra tally in your books, to be collected in the future. The Cryo Vision set in the bracelet around your wrist pulses in agreement.

Diluc dictates your everything. Food, clothing, place and time. But your Vision is the one thing he left alone. No matter how little he thinks of his own, he knows taking yours will cause irrevocable change. And he doesn’t want to damage you. Not permanently.

When he first tried touching it after locking you up, all he had received were frostbitten fingers. He never did think much of your elemental skills, going bare handed in his underestimation of your will. You replay it sometimes, the ice snaking up his pale skin, when you felt particularly resentful. If you didn’t, you’d probably do something impulsive and stupid again. Throw your Vision at the window. Or at his face.

The face was probably better. He didn’t mind the personal attacks, but he did mind the ones that could lead to your escape. Shattering the windows would earn you bounded wrists, at the very least. If not sprained. For your own good, he always said, before showing his “care”.

The gentle care of a gentleman, carved in fractured bones. Always that pained look on his face, as if it hurt him more than you.

Just being reminded of it was making you want to retch. It’s all right, you console yourself, as you eat, mechanical and slow, before allowing yourself to swallow. You used to refuse to eat, as some sort of rebellious protest, but even then, he had forced your jaw open.

So you learn better. Prudence and patience. That is how you survive. That is how you win. The coolness at your wrist is a constant reminder: revenge is best served cold.

You should have realized, from the look on his face when he first saw your Vision. Upon his return to Mondstadt, you had shown it to him with pride. Pride that you were at least one step closer to him, someone you revered. In the years he disappeared from Mondstadt, you didn’t indulge in idleness. You never were much of a fighter, but the callouses on your fingers were evidence of your dedication to the sword. To the Favonius Order.

But the subtle pull of his lips, the stiffening of his body when you pulled out your sword and vision… I see. Congratulations, he said, as if the words were punched out from his lungs. You were too ecstatic at his compliment to notice.

If only you did.

You used to lament your lack of skill with the claymore—too heavy and unwieldy, despite all your efforts—but now you are only relieved. Another characteristic to distance yourself from him.

Diluc finishes his meal in quiet, eyes never quite leaving your face. You remember having meals together, before his betrayal, of subtle chuckles and carefree laughter. The sweetness of stolen grapes in childhood, as you both dart through the fertile orchards, evading the then not-so-quite old Tunner. Was he remembering the same? And now, a sad, wretched dinner for a sad, wretched man. Quite fitting, in your opinion.

After you finish your meals, Adelinde steps in; she’s a phantom, floating in and out with the snap of a finger. All the while, Diluc gazes at you longer than you’re comfortable with. A second in his presence is a second too long. Eventually, he stands up. “I’ll see you tomorrow then,” he says with finality.

But just as he walks to the door, about to leave, you attack. The words, held back for so long, spill out before you can control yourself. “You can’t keep me here forever. Are you aware?”

Diluc stiffens. His hand pauses, flesh curled above the door handle that is your lock. “It’s not forever,” he says quietly. “Just until—”

“You said that last week.”

“It’s not safe yet—"

“And the week before. And the month before.” And the month before that, and the month before even that. You failed a mission once. Came up bruised and defeated, but alive. And now he thinks you defenseless without him.

“I am only looking out,” he says, eyes half-lidded, voice so firm and confident and sure, “to protect you.”

You laughter is swift and bitter. You know how he protects. How he cares. In bound wrists and broken ankles. You wish you had another fork. But you don’t. The only weapon you have are words. So you raise an eyebrow and let your words twist into flesh instead. “Then who will protect me from you?”

His ruby eyes darken into dull red. Diluc says nothing. Instead, the door shuts him away, leaving you alone. Locking you back into place.

Perhaps he has no answer.

The Dawn Winery Manor hides many secrets.

The maids speak of many things. Disappeared guests. Mysterious noises. Hidden rooms. Things that go bump in the night.

But they do not speak of you.

[maayuls]

Luckae

College tutor AU

//Cw: smut//

Diluc is the top of his class at Mondstadt University and the most popular guy at campus. Despite the many ladies and men who ask him out, he refuses in favor of his studies. However, it all changes when he meets someone from his past.

Kaeya Alberich. Diluc's childhood bully.

"He's tutoring me?! But Dad, I told you, I don't need tutoring!" The bluenette protests as if Diluc wasn't sitting right in front of him.

"Yes, he is, and you're getting tutored whether you like it or not."

With an annoyed huff, Kaeya sat back down on the cough as his father left them alone after discussing payment to Diluc.

"So...Diluc, I see you're not some wimpy kid anymore." Kaeya scoffed, looking at the other up and down.

Diluc has changed since then.

That small little boy grew up to be handsome, tall (though, not as tall as Kaeya), and his muscles toned. Kaeya could even see it through the jacket he was wearing. Meanwhile, to Diluc, Kaeya has changed as well. The only reason Kaeya ever bullied him was because Diluc made the mistake of telling him he liked him. It was elementary school; kids were cruel and especially to those who had puppy crushes.

Kaeya has changed a lot since then—more beautiful, slender, toned, and tall. Diluc can see it all from the way he was only dressed in a T-shirt and some shorts that rose to his thighs, considering he was at his own home. Diluc gulped at the sight.

No matter how much he despised Kaeya for bullying him in his entire elementary days, he couldn't deny now that Kaeya was hot.

If he could just get this over with, the faster he can leave.

As soon as he gets into Kaeya's room, he starts taking his books out.

"So, let's start with basic calcu-"

"I don't need tutoring, so just go home, and I'll tell Dad you did your job. You get paid, so it's a win."

Diluc really hates these kinds of attitudes.

"No can do. I'm here to teach you, and I'm not getting paid until you get your grades up." Diluc explains.

Kaeya gives it a thought and surprises the redhead when he suddenly sat on his lap.

"W-what are you-"

"If you quit now, I'll make it worth your while." Kaeya whispered to his ear.

Diluc groaned as the bluenette grinded his hips.

"I know you still like me. I saw how you looked at me. You want me, don't you?" Kaeya seduced.

He was right. Diluc did want Kaeya.

It's as if a switch was flicked inside his brain. The next thing he knew, he was carrying Kaeya to his bed and hovering over him.

The shocked look on Kaeya's face as he laid under him got to Diluc's pride. It felt good to see him like this.

"You think you can have everything and anything you want, huh? Well, I will be teaching you a very important lesson."

Kaeya didn't know how he ended up on his knees, moaning as fingers opened up his asshole. He never intended to actually have sex with Diluc. He just wanted to scare him off, in fact, he never even had sex before. His entire body trembled just from those fingers abusing his prostate that got him cumming hard.

"P-please..." Kaeya begged, but he doesn't know what for.

For Diluc to stop? Or for Diluc to put something bigger in him?

His body language can say for itself as he took one of his ass cheeks and spread them.

"You want more? Hmm, how about a deal? Allow me to tutor you, and I'll put my dick in you. If you get your grades up, I promise you'll have a reward from me."

Kaeya immediately nodded and agreed, pushing his ass higher in the air.

Who knew getting fingered felt so good? He could only imagine how sex would feel, and he wanted it so bad.

He gasped, followed by a moan as he felt Diluc's tip stretch his rim. It burned for a bit but after Diluc had given him time to adjust, he could finally feel the pleasure set in.

But why wasn't Diluc moving yet?

"There's something I'd like to hear from you first. An apology." Diluc whispered in his ear. "You broke my little heart back then, you know?"

"I-I...I'm sorry...please forgive m-me..."

"Why did you bully me? Did you hate me that much?" Diluc asked, making slow circular movements with his hips.

"Mnnhh...no..."

"Then why?"

"I...didn't know..ah..how to say I liked you..too."

Kaeya hid his face on his arms in shame. He was never an expressive kid, always surpressing his actual feelings even now, but of course, he was ashamed of ever bullying someone for liking him. It only made it worse that Diluc turned out to be his type.

He was rewarded for his honesty. Diluc started thrusting in and out, relishing on the moans that followed from the man beneath him. Diluc's hands roamed all over his body, touching and leaving marks on untouched skin.

For a moment, he pulled out completely. Before Kaeya could ask why he stopped, he was flipped over until he could see him face to face. Diluc's cock suddenly buried itself back inside the tight ass and continued to rearrange Kaeya's insides.

Oh, how beautiful Kaeya looks with that fucked out face looking directly at the man fucking the life out of him.

"I'm gonna cum inside you."

"Yes...please cum inside..me." Kaeya moaned out loud as his tummy burned with his incoming climax.

With a loud moan, almost a scream, Kaeya's body convulsed as cum dripped from his dick and his walls tightened around Diluc. The redhead groaned as he released inside him in bliss. Slowly, he eventually pulled out, watching as his cum overflowed from the swollen, puckered hole.

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"Is this how you treat all your students?" Kaeya asked with a bit of a huff.

Although, a bit ashamed that he got out of control like that, but at least it worked out.

Eventually, Kaeya did get his grades up and got his reward from Diluc.

His reward involved a romantic date, a confession, and a very sex-filled night at a hotel.

END.

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Genshin Boys being bottom to a male partner NSFW

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, mentions of oral, lot a sex, characters being bottoms, readers being top, warning you for the Xiao section there uh. Wow I really had to mess him up emotionally-, mentions of collaring and BDSM

Characters: Diluc, Zhongli, Xiao, Albedo

A really long side note: Before your like wait BDSM g r o s s: BDSM is not just slave and master, and can purely on sub and Dom or what ever sub group you put yourself in which is part of the BDSM community and does not have to be really crazy as people *who dont know what it is* put it. It can be really simple such as a power dynamic of top and bottom or you know you can get movie level freaky if wanted. But its all built on massive amounts of trust.

Diluc

The shyest bottom in existance probably but still wants you to fuck him

Whispering sweet words in his ear while you tap it from the back makes him completely melt into a pool of flustered emotions it also calms his muscles

Once you learn what he likes you're often turning Diluc into Putty

Pull his hair to make him straight on his back and pull him up into your chest so you can grab his neck to force him into a kiss, by all the archons does he find that extraordinarily sexy, hot, hornier, whatever it is he loves it

He also likes it when your in the said postion above and run your hands down his body it either be one or both of them. But he also likes when one hands around his neck and your other one is jacking him off

After he's usually exhausted so you'll run him a bath

He loves. Loves. Loves your aftercare. Your so tender with him, so warming.

Shower sex? Yes

Spooning smex please

As vanilla and slow going as he likes it when your horny and just need him so bad man does he love it when you practically break his hips, your hand prints visible

Will never tell you how much he likes the idea of you collaring him (collaring is a bdsm term, the collar aka necklace usually is worn by a person around the neck to indicate their submissive or slave status in a bdsm relationship I won't go into full detail but I will say its full consensual and you both have to have a deep bond to really trust each other)

Until he did, really shyly. Now he's got bling on his neck

Zhongli

It just happened one day

Immediately goes cockdumb

He actually thought it be kinda lame, him not fucking you

Until you started fucking him

Like I said: Goes completely cockdumb

Will gladly ride you on comand

If he does ride you on command it usual ends up with him being pulled down to kiss a shit load of times

Thats why you opted in for sitting up while he rides you

Back arched all pretty and nice

Could on go a few rounds with you at first, he wasn't expecting to get wiped out so quickly

"Please...cum in me-ah- Y/n..." "even sayin please. What a good boy Zhongli."

Long passionste kisses that are sloppy as he's filled with your cum and still sitting on your cock

Day dreams about it at work, sometimes has to get someone to get you just so you can take care of it

Will follow your beck and call like a puppy

You call him puppy as a pet name, but sometimes you gotta lay the paw down and call him what he is: a brat

But like outside of sex he really does follow you like a lost puppy

He's both a cock warmer and a under the desk cock sucker

Kinda a sugar daddy to him because man still doesn't recognize mora is important

No you guys are in actual love dont worry, I had to throw some shade. because someone kept making me think I WAS GONNA GO BROKE-

Xiao

The hornest mf ever

Okay he's one of the shortest boys, so size kink in two different ways: He'll love you either way taller or shorter but- you being taller enough to to basically bend over his arched body and just geuninely be bigger than him he's down bad. But he also loves that your dick can be big compared to him

Surpisngly one of the louder bottoms

Man does he look good with your cock in his mouth

He doesn't care how you fuck him just fuck him

Especially if hes sleepy

He loves sleepy sex, its probably his favorite type of really soft vanillia sex, with you holding him and your skin being so warm and soft rubbing your hands on his body while praising him, he loves it

Please. PLEASE PRAISE THIS MAN

Quickies are common, you're both busy fighting for the world ya know...such a 9-5 job

Got him a necklace and he won't take it off, even if it chokes him to death during sex

Emotions fly during sex, especially if it's the first time you both lay down and pleasure each other in a while, he'll spill his heart out with how much he thought about you, nightmares or dreams of you, how he wished you'd just say his name Outloud so he could come back, tears threating to fall on the corner of his amber eyes fingers dug into you hair hope he never would have to let go again.

You reassure him that you'll never leave him, and you'll always love him, at that point he's not caring if you cum in him or not, just that you keep going, so he can be intimate with you and hold onto you for life.

For that reason he hates the idea of aftercare, one time you'd both finished and laid there for a momment catching you breaths, you got up and pulled your boxers and pants back on leaving, shocking him a bit; that was it? You were done with him? Just for you to return shortly with a bowl of almond tofu left over from dinner and water for him to eat and replenish himself while you ran a romantic bath for the two of you, he crying thinking you actually just left him there.

Okay Im stopping im breaking my own heart

Albedo

Another one with a size kink

Likes being picked up in large warm arms

He's a cockwarmer for sure

Also a mf to kneel down while putting his hair up between your legs just to look under the couch he gave you that lip bite and everything

Likes to tease for sure

Jealous sex is actually common: werid right? Well he's use to being alone in his lab, doing research so when someone comes up and you both start laughing, he can be agitated sometimes.

Tries topping you because he's jealous

Fails

Shy begger

"Harder..." "harder? I'll break you if Im any rougher my dear-" "f...for expiremental purposes"

He just wanted to get slammed harder

Lay on your back with his back onto of your chest and fuck upward into him please

Enjoys sucking you off and you praising him while he does

If you hold his hair back while he does it makes his insides melt because you're just that caring

One time you laid him back flat on the lab table with his head hanging off and mouth fucked him like that and he couldnt stop dreaming of that for weeks

Likes office sex, mostly because thats where all his time is.

You guys had snow sex one time. Like the sun way out surprisingly and the snow storm had stopped and there he was laid on the floor getting his mind fucked out of him, and thats a lot of mind to fuck out of him, he is the smartest

Will go "fucking hell" before he cums, who ever taught him cursing: thank you and may the archons bless your soul

[rviden]

hello!! may I request for hcs for when you get into an argument with the genshin boys (you can choose who!!) and the guys end up saying something hurtful, and your reaction is like "well, if that's what you think, then maybe we shouldn't be together." and walks away (tryna hide a tear,,)?? I'm sorry if this is too specific aah I'm just in the mood for angst ( •́ ‿ ,•̀ ) I really like your characterization!! <333

— 🧧 THEIR S/O BREAKS UP WITH THEM AFTER A RUDE COMMENT THEY MADE

includes — kazuha, tohma, diluc

warnings — angst, pre tohma release

pronouns — they/them

note — in honour of the 2.0 announcement trailer, i included the newest boy to my writing list (tohma by beloved) - i’ve also added baal (or raiden), ayaka, and yoimiya!

KAZUHA

kazuha wasn’t usually confrontational off of the battle field — opting for more serene and peaceful things while resting and spending his time with you

but sometimes when emotions boil over, we say things that we don’t mean, nor wish to say at all — it’s in the heat of the moment type of thing, which is exactly what was happening to kazuha in the present time

“you don’t get it- you never will,” kazuha paced away from you, wanting to put an end to the conversation station as soon as he could.

“and what’s that supposed to mean?” you took strides to catch up with the upset male, desperate to understand his reasoning. “why don’t you face me, and tell me why the hell you won’t let me help-“ the moment your hand made contact with his arm, he turned in fury — something you had never seen him in ever.

“you’re too clumsy, too reckless, and simply not able to withstand that type of battles that would occur!” kazuha’s face was mere inches from your own. “you’re just not enough.”

you weren’t enough.

he was talking about physical ability, but... why did it feel as if he was talking about everything — the way you dressed, the way you acted, the person you are.

he didn’t think you were enough.

“... if- if you think so lowly of me, then i don’t think this is going to work,” your feet slowly brought your body away from the now shocked and calming male, trying to put as much distance as you could between the two of you.

“y/n-“ he reached out for your arm, only to pull back as if he had been shocked as you flinched away from it. “i didn’t mean it like that.”

“well that’s what it sounded like kazuha.”

you never called him kazuha — it was always kaz, or some other nickname — but never kazuha.

“i’ll leave you to your business, and i’ll board with beidou in the morning,” the distance grew greater, and hearts cracked piece by piece. “i hope you find someone who’s enough on your travels.”

kazuha’s heart left with you — the emptiness in his chest product of his own doings, his own words.

it seemed that he was the one not enough for you.

TOHMA

tohma didn’t like to fight, argue, or even cause any sort of pain to you — and in the past if he ever did, it was not by his choice, or it was a complete accident

yet here he found himself, spouting words he didn’t mean, watching the look of anger on your face crumble into hurt and betrayal

tohma was tired — beyond even — with the job that he possessed, and the dedication to match, nights were often spent resting and resetting for the next.

“y/n i really don’t have time for this right now, you know this,” his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose, desperately trying to rid himself of both the anger and headache that clawed at his mind.

“i think you have plenty of time right now — all i’m asking is for you to consider my idea,” you stepped closer to the blonde, brings your hands up to run through his hair in order to help calm him down. “i just want to see you a little more often, even if it’s only a day a week — just more then i see you now-“

his head was yanked away from your hands, and his eyes burned into you like the vision that hung on his hip. “for the last time! i have my duties with the kamisato clan, and they need my dedication and focus — i don’t have time to waste.”

his words didn’t fully click in his head, until he saw your eyes widen in both shock and hurt — and all he could do was watch as your body slowly backed away and shrank into itself, becoming smaller and smaller by the second.

you tried to appear bigger in mere moments after the metaphorical slap to the face — your chin being held high, eyes narrowed, and drawn in tight.

“don’t bother coming home tomorrow, or the nextday, or even the next,” he could see the hurt as you tried to keep your composer. “wouldn’t want you wasting time, now would we?”

“y/n-“

“leave tohma — you have your duties, remember?”

it happened too fast for tohma to handle — one minute you were happily chatting, next the argument broke out, and the next, he had broken the one promise he had made to himself and you.

he had hurt you, one too many times.

DILUC

he was a calm and collected man, trying many other options before it truly came down to a fight — he poked and prodded most times during arguments, but never before had he pointed out things he knew would hurt

maybe that’s why he wasn’t only in shock as he watch the anger turn into sadness and thought, but also at the words that seemed to flow out of his mouth like a river

“dee, please take a break,” your hands worked on his shoulders — thumbs pushing on the knots and sore spots in the muscles, trying anything you could to get the red haired man to relax.

“y/n please — i’ll come to bed in a few more minutes, i just have to finish this-“ the quill was plucked out of his hands before you could finish — now dangling between your own fingertips.

“you said that the yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that — i know you dee — like that back of my hand,” you waved the back of your hand in an example, the smile on your face doing nothing to ease the furrow in his brow.

he was committed to finishing paperwork and documents — and if that meant forgoing a few nights of actual rest and calmness, then so be it.

but you were making that difficult.

“give me that,” diluc harshly grabbed the quill from your hand, not caring or registering if he had hurt you in the process.

he turned back to his work as soon as it was in his hand, but the moment didn’t last long.

“diluc-“ your hand reached down for the quill again, but were quickly shoved back as he stood from the chair.

“would you just give me some space!” his eyes and cheeks gleamed red, similar to the colour of his hair. “i can’t get any actual work done when your clinging to me like an animal in heat!” in the moment, diluc didn’t care if he had hurt you, and that was one of his many mistakes in that moment.

the quietness was tense and uncomfortable — dilucs heavy breathing, and the sound of soft fidgeting being the only things that could be heard.

“i’ll leave you be then,” you turned in that moment, the tears running freshly down your face the second your back was to the man.

diluc didn’t panic at first.

he had hurt you, yes — but you would let him cool down, calm, and finish was he was doing. that was all.

but the empty room that was once occupied by two and the quick feet that turned and walked in the other direction every time he was near — was enough to tell him the truth.

you left him to be on his own.

for good.

[ohmy7hearts]

spring gale

Summary: Spring means new beginnings but a gale (a storm more like?) in the name of Shinazugawa Sanemi blows your plans out and throw your once peaceful life into the winds.

Pairings: Shinazugawa Sanemi x Fem!Reader // future Shinazugawa Genya x SisterFigure!Reader 

A/N: this,,, is v impromptu. i literally got out of my bed bc it has been bugging me with how little sanemi fanfics there are, esp modern aus. tbh, there have been plenty of fics brewing in my mind and tell me if there’s any you’d be interested in and maybe i will return from my hiatus hah:

 - zhongli modern au: adepti babies being your adopted children and navigating parenthood 

- unknown pairing as of now but travelers being your kids so transporting yourself into the world to find them after 500+ years of not returning home 

- etc involving atsumu, diluc, childe but if you have any requests, feel free to drop it in and maybe i’ll consider them

Warnings: Some cursing (I mean it’s Sanemi lolol)

“Shinazugawa-san?” Sanemi glanced up, his hands continued packing away his things into the bag, an eyebrow raised. You smiled, hands folded over the other in front of you, as you continued to speak after gaining his attention. “When would you be free to do the project?”

He sighed, throwing his bag over his shoulder, while making his way out of the classroom - tone and body language showing his disinterest in the conversation. “We can just do it in class.”

You jogged to get into step next to him, “Well, it is for the bare minimum. I’m sure we can do much better than that.” You observed his side profile to see if any emotion could give way to what he was thinking. You frowned, frustration creeping up on you, “I understand that we’re not each other’s first choice in partners but that’s not an excuse to not do our best.”

“Are grades and studying the only thing in that airhead of yours?” His eyes flit towards yours for a moment before returning its gaze forward. “I don’t fucking have as much free time as you.”

You stopped following him. A bolt of anger and disbelief had your mouth dropping and hands curling into shaking fists. You scoffed, voice raising with each word, “I believe you need this more than me, Shinazugawa-san. Unless you want to continue being a pain in everyone’s ass and eventually not even graduate, then be my guest.” 

He swiveled towards you. You flinched reactively. He faltered, face momentarily flitting from anger to surprise back to annoyance the moment his eyes scanned you. One step, two steps. He was in your space, breathing in and out to you, with his  strikingly cold eyes and thin eyebrows furrowed. “Say that again, I dare you.”

You closed your eyes before releasing a deep sigh, muscles easing from the hold of your anger. “We don’t have to do it after school or on the weekends if you are that occupied. We can do it before school or during our breaks and even before our clubs start.” You grabbed one of his wrist, turning his palm upwards, shoving the crumpled paper with your number into it while fixating your glare on him throughout. You refuse to back down but you will be the bigger person. Forcing his hand to a close, you narrowed your eyes for good measure while trying to control the smirk from overtaking your face when his frown further deepened in distaste. Taking a step back, your hands returned to the usual folded stance, you forced an amicable smile to replace the smirk - although you have a feeling that he could still see the smirk from how his eye twitched, “Of course, it’s really up to you, Shinazugawa-san.”

Turning on your heel, you headed back to the classroom with your head held high and a full-blown smirk on your face while your peers watched with stolen glances and whispers behind hands or under breaths. The clicking of his tongue echoed in the corridor and in your head all the way back to the classroom. 

“Ara, ara, should you really do that (Y/N)-chan?” Shinobu greeted you by your desk, eyes filled with mirth from the free entertainment.

You laughed airily, eyes not meeting hers but focused on clearing the messy table, “I wouldn’t have to if he wasn’t that difficult.” 

“Not many survive Sanemi you know?” Shinobu followed you to the student council room. “One must use their life's worth of luck to crawl out from his bad side.” 

A bark of a laugh escaped you from her exaggeration. “Shinobu-chan ~ I thought you wanted to get into medicine and not theatrics?”

Her eyes met yours, a smirk tugging on her lips, eyes shifting precariously into ones when she knew something the other party doesn’t and in this case that was you. A shiver ran down your spine. You’ve been in the spot only a few times but still a few too many with most of them ending up jerking your view of the world down a path you’ve never considered. You gulped, hands itching and playing with themselves. 

“Did you not hear about how he got into a fight with some university boys down at the park?” She leaped into your space, voice dropping into a whisper in your ear yet head tilted to ensure a front seat view to your reaction. “He came out with a couple of scratches and bruises but…” Her small hands encircled your upper arm. Your eyes dropping to them before returning to her face - surprised to witness your shock colouring your face white as it was reflected in those big eyes of hers. “The boys said to be much bigger than he is, had to go to the hospital.” Her smile bordering on unhinged glee, she drawled, “They were so scared they didn’t sue him.”

She immediately returned to her spot beside you, a foot away, while her shoulders and arms lifted in a form of a shrug nonchalantly. “Apparently, when questioned, the boys said something about them being the ones out of line and they have worked things out.” 

Being close friends with Shinobu and Mitsuri meant that you were privy to the latest gossip and news but you always took it with a grain of salt seeing firsthand how some things were purposefully voided or added for the enjoyment of teenagers. You smiled unsurely, “that’s just a rumour Shinobu-chan.”

She pouted, invisible to those who didn't know her well enough or who weren’t keen enough, “You can ask Akio. He was a witness.”

Your eyes widened before blinking in incredulity. “What.”

She giggled, hand raising in a wave before dashing down the corridor. “Do share with me if he tells you more!” 

It took you a few seconds to regain your bearings, even a shake of your head to rid the mental image of Sanemi punching away on people bigger than him for his amusement. He was by no means a small person shown clearly with the muscles seen even through the school uniform - a testament to his achievements as one of the greatest fighters in the taekwondo club despite his lacklustre participation of actually attending said club practices - but there were certainly bigger and taller people in your school, much less university. 

“Hashimoto-san!” You snapped out of your musings.

“Tanaka-san.” You greeted back. The black haired guy chuckled, “I told you to call me by my first name. After all, we’ve been working together for 3 years. Unless, you don’t see me as a friend? Damn, it must hurt to only be seen as a student council partner even after winning the presidential election together.”

“Stop being so dramatic.” You huffed, plopping down into the chair and hands gravitating towards the papers on the table before being stopped by a hand on your wrist. Raising an eyebrow, he returned the gesture indicating there’s something he was expecting you to tell him. He released the grasp on your hand the moment you were falling back onto the back support of the chair with a sigh. “How may I help you Akio?”

“On the way here, I heard an interesting piece of news.” He sat sideways on the table, the leg on the table folded over the leg still standing. You folded your arms over your chest and hummed. “You and Shinazugawa were fighting?”

“It was just a talk that got a bit heated. I was trying to get a hold on him so we can do our project for literature together.” 

Akio’s eyebrows shot up and disappeared under his bangs. “Wow, what luck. First, he somehow got into your class through that stupid maths shit and now you have to deal with him.” He smiled in assurance, eyes crinkling close and  a hand over his heart. “Be careful but if anything happens, I’m here. I’ll come running to save my beloved president.”

You mouthed a wow. Silence blanketed the both of you as you nod in understanding - lips trying to contain the smiles and laughs - as he continued to express his devotion through his hand gestures - hand flying to point at you before returning to over his chest, patting it, then forming into a prayer of sorts - all the while mouthing his loyalty to you. 

With a shake of your head and hands indicating him to leave as you pulled yourself closer to your table, “Thanks but I doubt I need it.”

Instead, he tilted his head backwards and narrowed his eyes on the ceiling. “If you see what I saw, I wouldn’t put too much faith in him.”

Blood freezes over while questions overwhelm your mind. You gulped and licked your lips to get rid of the sudden dryness, “And what exactly are they?”

“He didn’t stop beating them up or screaming at them even when they were down. Three policemen had to pry him off and restrain him.”

Your heart dropped.