Genshin Diluc X Reader - Tumblr Posts

Diluc x gn! reader

Genshin Impact Masterlist

TW: Tired, crying Diluc, positive tears tho

---

After tiredness comes honesty

Diluc suppressed a yawn, eyelids heavy with tiredness. He was constantly under enormous stress because of his work in the winery, in the tavern, every now and then fights as 'Darknight hero' at night, etc.

Fortunately, his duties were reduced thanks to his reliable workers, but he still couldn't really rest.

After all, he can't spend time with his lover when he's sleeping. And that was what he longed for the most, to walk around the city with you, to show you his favorite places, to go out to eat at a restaurant.

But he was too exhausted.

The redhead stood in front of your shared house with his arms crossed as he waited for your return. That's the least he could do to at least see a small smile on your face.

However, he only saw a pout.

With your hands on your hips, you approached your lover. "Diluuuuuc...Why aren't you in bed?", You frowned and tilted your head, "You look so exhausted..."

Your previous expression was replaced with a worried one as you put your hands on his cheeks. Diluc literally melted when your warm hands reached his face. It was so pleasant for him.

Involuntary his eyelids closed a bit further and he sighed softly.

You couldn't help but giggle, but your worried look stayed on your face. Slowly you removed your hands from his cheeks and took his hands in yours. With your head tilted to one side, you pulled him into the house.

Without protesting in any way, he followed you.

When you got to your couch, you sat Diluc down on it, but when you wanted to go into the kitchen, Diluc stopped you by grabbing your arm.

His cheeks were slightly flushed and his gaze was averted from you as he asked, "Can we...cuddle a little...?"

Without saying a word, you sat down next to the red-haired male and let him rest his head on your chest. You untied his braid and started combing your fingers through his hair.

Diluc loved it. He loved it so much.

He could feel your warmth enveloping him. It invited him to fall asleep right then and there, but he didn't want to.

Diluc looked up at you, the smile you gave him made him smile too. A rare sight, even for you. "You are so beautiful..." you whispered and brushed one of his red strands from his face.

He hummed at your words and pressed his cheek a little more into your chest.

"You always say things like that about me...", he began with a hint of sadness in his voice, "you do so much for me...am I doing enough for you?"

Your eyes met again and you open your mouth to answer him, but he cut you off. "I'm busy all the time, have hardly any time for myself, let alone for you."

He wrapped his arms around your torso and carefully pulled you closer to himself.

"I find it hard to put my feelings into words...And I doubt my actions are doing a better job." He kept muttering, not even really realizing that he was saying all that.

"(Y/N)...I want to spend more time with you,...see your smile more often,...hear you laugh more often..."

You slowly lay down while listening to him. Your heart beat a little faster with every word he said.

Diluc has never been open with his feelings, you always had to read a little between the lines. That Diluc just told you what was going on in his head was more than just a positive surprise.

"I love you...I love you so much...that it hurts...", Diluc's voice and breath became a little shaky and you could feel a wetness on your chest.

Diluc was crying.

"I love you for everything you've done for me...All your words...All the sleepless nights when you didn't leave my side...For- for-"

He got no further, his sobs kept interrupting him. The redhead grabbed your clothes tightly as he tried to stop crying.

You squeezed him tighter as your own tears slowly rolled down your cheeks.

"Let it out, Diluc, let it out," you told him. Immediately he began to sob loudly. He just gripped the fabric of your clothes tighter, as if you were going to disappear if he let go even a tiny bit.

Your hearts were beating almost in sync while a huge wave of emotions flooded you.

You kissed his head over and over again. "I love you too, Diluc, more than anything else. You don't even notice how much you're doing for me..." you whispered in a shaky voice.

After a while, Dilucs fell silent and his grip loosened. He fell asleep.

You gave him one last kiss and grabbed a blanket that was on the table next to you. You carefully placed it over both of you and continued to run your fingers through his hair

"Were you that tired...?", You asked quietly, with a slight scratch, but soft laugh in your voice, "You need a vacation, baby..."

You rubbed the dried tears off your face, all of that was the last thing you expected.

You started to hum a little melody while you were making plans in your head for a possible vacation for Diluc and you.

Sleeping Like the Dead

Yandere! Diluc x Fem! Reader

Forced marriage AU

Word Count: 2.3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Asking Diluc for "Help" - drabble

Yandere! Diluc x Fem! Reader

Forced marriage AU, oral (f. receiving)

A/N: Sobbing cause I can't stop thinking about Diluc being a certified munch after that last fic I wrote, so I had to write more 😭😭

Diluc loves when you ask him to satisfy you. Your relationship, which is nothing more than just a sheet of paper forced upon you, saying that legally you're his wife, doesn't mean that he gets to sleep with you. But even you have needs. You have urges. And when you ask him to fulfill them, mostly out of the lack of options, his heart swells with joy.

You feel disgusting going to your captor and asking him to touch you, but he always does it with such skill and way too much enthusiasm. He'll sit you down on one of his office chairs and ask you many times if you're comfortable, before spreading your legs and starting to lick and slurp at your already dripping cunt.

He's thorough. Every inch of your pussy, every space is licked, sucked, worshiped. He's so sloppy when he's eating it too, you can hear the sounds he's making over your own loud moans. Your legs trembling and hands gripping the arms of your chair for purchase.

Diluc doesn't slow down even when you beg, he knows your words are just mindless babbles from the pleasure. You want more, even when you place your hands on his firm shoulders and try to push him away.

When you cum, it's beautiful. His lips around your clit, tongue lapping at the bud until you're convulsing in pleasure. You squirt. Diluc always makes you squirt with that mouth of his. He'll leave it open to catch some of the hot juices hitting his face, looking up at you with red cheeks as it drops down his chin.

He'll lick your cunt a few more times, mostly for his pleasure and not yours. He loves watching the way your body shakes from overstimulation, and the noises you make, a mixture of yelps and moans from the simultaneous pain and pleasure, are like music to his ears.

Diluc stands and he's back to his normal stoic self, wiping you down with a soft, warm, wet cloth, then dressing you again. When you're with him, you need not worry about doing anything yourself, even though he's the one who needs to be cleaned up.

Cum always leaks from his cock when he's messily eating away at your pussy. He can't help it. You're so beautiful like this, and your taste and sound are more than enough. He doesn't need to touch himself when his face is between your thighs.

After he's cleaned you up, you'll leave his office without speaking another word to him. With the arousal fine, all that's left is shame and disappointment in yourself. And most of all, a feeling of betrayal, knowing that you'll do it again.

What if after diluc gives oral to reader and it’s still not enough for them and asks diluc to give them something else he has out of desperation 👀

Your diluc fics got me feeling some type of way 😭😭😭😭

So this isn't exactly what you asked for, reader is way more docile and attracted to Diluc in this one, but I hope it's close enough

Diluc x Fem! Reader

TW: Teasing, unprotected sex, finishing inside, spanking

The way you would bat those long eyelashes is what really drove him wild. Big eyes looking up at him, soft, glossy lips in a pout. You were even wearing his favorite dress, the red one that your cleavage spilt out of, lace details around the neckline drawing even more attention and details to your chest.

Diluc would cough into his gloved hand, obviously fake, but the best way he could cover his blushing cheeks. They grew red so quickly around you, you made him warmer than the vision he carried on his hip. Your eyes, your smile, the way you begged, by the God's above him, why did you beg?

You barely even had to ask for what you wanted, yet you still insisted upon coming into his office, batting those long pretty eyelashes, and asking in that saccharine, sweet voice. “Please, Master Diluc,” you'd murmur and he'd feel like his heart was trying to leap out of his chest and into your hands.

Master Diluc. It was officially his title. It was what all the maids and workers of the manor called him, and it was a title that he'd grown used to. At least until you said it. You scarcely called him by just his name, so when you referred to him by his full title, he felt it in his groin.

You'd bent over his desk, propping that soft ass up in his face, swaying your hips side to side in a hypnotizing rhythm. The fabric of the dress would cling to your hips, exposing your lack of underwear beneath it as a little wet patch formed on the dress. Diluc sucked air in through his teeth as he tried to look everywhere else, but where you were nearly exposing yourself.

“I said please, Master Diluc,” you whined, biting a finger playfully between your teeth, “Won't you buy it for me?”

“You know you don't have to ask like this,” he strained the words out. You didn't have to ask like this. Whatever you wanted was yours, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't look forward to the way you'd beg with those big eyes.

“Hm?” You'd hum sweetly, titling your head to the side in a blatantly fake display of confusion as you pretended not to hear him.

Diluc stood from his office chair, fighting the voice inside his head that told him to respect you. He was pressing his crotch against your hips in mere moments, clothed length rubbing up and down your folds that were soaking your dress. You'd whimpered for him, rutting your own hips against his, silently pleading for more.

Large hands would finally lift that dress and fold it over, resting the fabric on your ass and exposing your dripping cunt. He watched the way your lips curled into a smile as you heard the metallic clinking sound of his undoing his belt. And when you felt the tip of his cock against your folds, he saw your eyelids flutter. He stood there for just a moment to admire the view, you bent over his desk looking at him while licking your plump lips. Your lower half was completely exposed, while your supple tits seemed like they would pop out that dress at any moment, your pussy had already started sucking on his aching tip that was leaking precum and mixing with your fluid.

Slow and shallow first, Diluc thrust into you with barely any force, just pleasing you sweet spots with the head of his cock. Red eyes watching the way you creamed around it, the little noises you made as he stretched you only making him start to fuck into you deeper. Until every inch was inside, getting coaxed in and massaged by your walls. He sat there unmoving, savoring every inch of your insides, low, guttural moans leaving his lips.

His hips moved slowly, trying to feel every inch of your cunt sucking him back in like you didn't want him to leave. Your wetness stuck to his red pubic hair, connecting your creamy cunt to him. He rested his hands on the table, using it for leverage as he thrust even deeper into you, leaning over your body to moan directly into you ear and to hear yours. His tongue traced the lobe of your ear, his hand gripping your hair. He grunted with each thrust, his ponytail over his shoulder and tickling your nose.

“You feel so good, Master Diluc,” you whined. Why did you feel the need to tempt him so? Why tease him when he was already doing what you wanted?

The pace of his hips sped up until his hips were roughly slapping against yours and you gasped at this. Your little nails digging into the wood in front of you, drool dripping from your lips, those big sweet eyes looking back at him.

“Hush,” he grunted between thrusts, a threatening hand forcing your face down onto the hard desk beneath you, “You want that necklace, don't you?”

Clenching his teeth at the way your eyes rolled back, he reached a firm hand down and spanked your ass, immediately gripping after. A sharp yelp of approval followed it, with you whimpering out praise for his roughness.That same hand snaked its way around your waist and between your legs, rubbing your clit with a ferociously that had you silently screaming, opening and closing your mouth, but no sound coming out.

“Cum while saying my name or you get nothing,” he ordered you. Even he had no idea what filth was coming over him to make him act this way, something was taking over him, but it was nice. Those big glossy eyes looking up at him, begging for release.

“P-please…Master Diluc,” you stuttered over your words, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he finally rubbed your clit to release. The way your cunt began rhythmically clenching and unclenching around his cock, made him take your hips, digging his finger into them hard enough to cause bruises.

Diluc himself was surprised that he managed to last this long inside you, the girl that he'd masturbate to while thinking about every night. But those silken walls milking his cock was the last push he needed. Crying out in pleasure, he finished inside you. Every spurt of his semen inside you, made you let out a little mewl of satisfaction.

Cum dripped from your twitching pussy when he pulled out of you, flopping back down into his office chair while he waited out the rest of the afterglow.

“I'll get what I want now, right, Master Diluc?” Your innocent sounding voice cut through the silence, ass still propped up in the air.

“Anything,” he muttered out, still panting.

A, D, K, L, N, T, U for Diluc?

Finally!! Some good fucking food around here!!

TW: voyeurism, masturbation (m.), BDSM, Hair pulling, Double Penetration, Anal

ABSOLUTELY 18+ MINORS DNI

A ftercare - What they're like after sex

You're treated like royalty before, during, and especially after the act. Don't you dare try to get up to get something, Diluc's got it. You're to lie there and rest. You just gave yourself to him, how could he ever let you do things on your own when you've pleasured him so much.

Diluc asks for feedback as well during this time. With your head pressed against his chest, he'll stroke your hair while wanting to know what he could improve on. He believes that it's good to communicate about these things, the talking makes it even better the next time.

D irty secret - Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs

A secret voyeur, Diluc hates the fact that he likes to watch you at your most vulnerable moments. Taking your baths and in various states of undress. Or even when you're fully clothed and just doing tasks around the house. There's something about watching you with you not knowing that he's there. He's sure if he'd asked, you let him, but it feels better when it's real. When you look around feeling the prickle of someone's eyes on you that you can't see, but when you notice that the area is empty, you brush it off to just nerves. But it's not just nerves. Diluc is there, palming his cock while watching you.

K ink - One or more of their kinks

Diluc often wondered why you complimented his hair so much. Telling him how soft and silky it was and that you were jealous of it. You'd rake your fingers through his locks, one day being extra playful you'd tug it, pulling his head to the side. A soft moan left his lips, surprising the both of you.

Later in the bedroom that night, he'd ask you to pull his hair again. And again and again, until you have those red locks wrapped around your hand, pulling at it to make him gasp out in pleasure.

L ocation - Favorite places to do the do

His office is a personal favorite of his. You slip into the room as he's stressed from work, a pen in his hand and the stack of papers miles high, and you'd slip your clothes off. If not for the fact that he had you around, he never would've never known how many places in the boring, little room could be used for sex, but he'd taken you on almost every surface.

Bending you over his desk, pressing your pretty face against the book shelf as he took you from, sitting in his desk chair while your pretty lips wrapped around his cock. The possibilities were endless. It was to the point where he couldn't go into the room without his cock hardening, imagining what new ways you'd come and take him.

N o - Something they wouldn't do, turn offs

As much as Diluc loves dominating you when you ask him to, he can't bring himself to harm you past a certain point. You can beg him, be rougher, go harder, but there is a limit for him. He knows his strength and he sees you as fragile. His love for you puts a cap on what he's willing to do to you that he sees as painful.

He will spank your ass, firm smacks, but nothing hard enough to leave marks. Nothing that would actually hurt you. But if you ask him to hold your cheeks and smack you across the face, he hesitates, his hips stopping inside you as he asks if there's absolutely anything else he can do for you instead. Something that won't hurt you.

T oys - Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?

He has a few, per your request, but none that he actually uses. Anything he's bought, he's bought because you've asked for them. At first he felt self conscious, he already thought he wasn't satisfying you enough during sex, but once he saw the way you'd use those toys in unison with, he found the appeal of them.

A dildo for double penetration was one that he used often. His cocked buried deep in your ass while the plastic dick fucked your cunt. He'd be trusting them both in at the same time, changing the pace to see what made you mewl the most. When you came, clenching around both lengths, he would grit his teeth. He'd follow you soon after in orgasm, filling your ass with cum.

U nfair - How much they like to tease

Teasing you? Never. He can't hold himself back from you long enough to do it. If you beg sweetly with those plush lips, he's immediately puddy in your hands, doing whatever you ask.

But you teasing him. It happens constantly and he loves it. Rubbing your clothed ass against him, getting him nice and hard before telling him that you'd rather be shopping instead. He'll bite back the urge to ask you to keep going, knowing that you'll sweetly say no. And you'll do this all day. A lift of your skirt here, bending over to expose your chest there. He's practically shaking when at the dinner table, you drop your fork, insisting on going down to pick it up yourself, only to run fingers up his thigh.

hear me out - subby diluc getting his hair pulled while eating out his darling and getting edged. like he's only here to please his lover, entirely a mess and in subspace-

I fucking love writing about my favorite eater!!

But my dumbass did forget the edging, that's my fault.

Sub! Diluc x FemDom! Reader

TW: BDSM, Petnames (madam, my lady), Oral (f. receiving), hair pulling, overstimulation, squirting

It was a treat that you never offered, instead being one that he had to ask for. Plead for practically. You'd never seen someone beg so earnestly, on his knees he’d look up at you, eyes so big and full of desire.

“May I have my reward now, madam,” he'll ask. Diluc's facial expressions have always been hard to read, but you can decipher him. At this very moment, he's desperate. He wants his treat, yet you don't give it to him. You know exactly what it is, he asks for the same thing every time, but you still tease him.

“What reward?” You taunt him by asking, watching his face fall and he grips your thighs in disbelief. He always looked so pretty down there on his knees, lips kissing up your legs to reach the heat between them.

“My…my lady, you said I'd be able to taste you if I was good today,” you felt almost bad doing this to him, his lips formed into a frown, eyebrows knitted together. His little pleads made a heat travel to your groin, your pussy clenching around nothing as you felt it grow wetter.

You lifted your skirt for him, barely having time to give him the order to lick. He was already on you in seconds flat, hands gripping your ass and lips already suctioned around his clit. Diluc ate your cunt like a man starved, slurping at you wetness till you felt weak in the knees. So noisy when he ate, you could hear the sound of him lapping at your clit. A wet, sticky noise that only got louder the more he licked.

He was skillful, you'd give him that. Eyes shut as he savored the taste of you. He was in heaven, mindlessly licking every inch of the space between your legs, forcing the orgasm out of you. Your legs trembled as you came, unwanted moans leaving your lips as your cunt only got wetter, soaking his face more. But he didn't let go of your ass, his strong grip still holding his face between your legs and making you unable to pull away.

“That's-that’s enough, Diluc,” you tried to stop him, but he just hummed in delight and nibbled at your clit, making your eyes roll back.

He was drunk, entranced with your pussy. Even as you pushed his shoulders, he wouldn't budge an inch. You took his hair into your hands, that long red ponytail being the only part of his head that you could get a good grip on. You yanked it back, managing to get him off of your trembling cunt for just a moment.

Diluc looked up at you, those red eyes looking dazed and groggy. From his lips to his chin he was covered in a mixture of your wetness and his saliva. His mouth still half open, he huffed like he was tired. You tugged his hair again, a moan falling from his lips as you watched his cock leak even more precum.

“More,” he begged breathlessly, not waiting for your response. Even with your tight grip on his red locks, he pushed himself forward and began his tongue fucking again.

The already intense orgasm you just had, coupled with Diluc's skillful mouth, made your legs feel wobbly. All it took was a couple more nudges of your clit from his nose and you dropped to the ground on your bottom. Panting, you hoped that this would be a sign for him to stop. Instead, with that starving look still in his eyes, he spread your legs and ran his tongue up and down your already dripping slit.

You squirmed and bucked your hips beneath him, but nothing seemed to make him sway. He was intoxicated at this point, senselessly going on because he needed to taste you. He needed to make you cum again. Both of his large, callused hands were against your thighs, keeping you spread open for him as all you could do is let him devour your cunt.

That familiar tightening was in your stomach again, you pussy clenching as that knot grew in your abdomen. You cried out when you were made to cum again, your body convulsing through it. You felt the familiar feeling of hot liquid squirting from your cunt, hitting his face as he traced his tongue up and down your folds. He'd made your squirt again, something only he could do with his skilled tongue. And he reveled in the feeling of it dripping down his chin, licking it up and savoring it as if it were gold from the heavens above.

He finally pulled back, your slick connecting his face to your cunt. He looked up at you through those lidded eyes, a smile of genuine content on his face. While he gave you that dazed, tired look, all you could think about was how you planned to punish him for this later.

Would Kaeya and Diluc share a darling? Would love to see your take on their dynamic

- 🍓

YOU LITERALLY LIVE INSIDE MY HEAD!! YOU HAVE TO!!

I wrote this for some headcanons I had of what Yanderes work well together, I didn't finish all of them, so you can have these now!!

Diluc and Kaeya

Where one spoils you with riches, the other drowns you in affection. Timid Diluc, who is too afraid to touch you, will never even hold your hand without asking you three times if that's alright with you first. While steadfast Kaeya has already cradled you in his arms more times than he could count, even going as far to bury his face into the nape of your neck, all while giving a smug look to his red haired companion.

“Material items won't keep her warm at night,” Kaeya would coo with a cheeky smirk, causing Diluc to flinch. But still he'd arrive at your door with more perfumes and jewels, trying to tell you that your eyes sparkled more than any diamond, but managing to stumble over his words.

Desperate Diluc is for the touch of your skin, for the warmth of your body heat. He feels jealousy bubbling up in heart as he watches Kaeya fawn over you, kissing your soft cheeks with tight arms around your waist. Even the look of annoyance at his blatant display of affection is adorable, you can't pry the man off of you with both hands, yet you still struggle in his grasp.

All these negative feelings subside when he finally gives you something you like, something even you can't bring yourself to toss at a wall in fury. You'll hold it in your hands like it's delicate, then close to your chest as you begin to cherish it. Through your eyelashes, you'll look up at him, so much shorter your face only at his chest. Bashfully you'll stutter out a few words, “Thanks, Diluc.” And suddenly, he doesn't desire to touch you anymore, not when he's received something even better. Your appreciation.

How easy it would be to escape them

Yandere! Genshin Men x Fem! Reader

Ft: Diluc, Childe, Scaramouche

TW: Yandere Themes, Stalking, Mentions of Punishment

Diluc - Difficulty Level: Very Easy

Do you think he doesn't regret what he's done? That he doesn't stay up all night, fighting internally with what he thinks he should do with you? Taking you was a spur of the moment thing, something that happened without a lot of thought put behind it. He just knew he needed you close. He needed you to be near. He needed you with him.

Because of this you're already able to push him around a fair bit. He gives you almost everything you want except for freedom, pure red eyes practically begging for your forgiveness.

He won't let you go if you just ask, he's not that lenient after all, but if he were to wake up one morning and you were not there, he'd go through so many emotions at one time. The manor would be searched from top to bottom, every nook and cranny searched for you. When you're not found a part of him feels calm, it feels satisfied. He stole you without your permission, so he's happy that you're finally free like you wanted. But there's also a tragic, gripping pain in his chest. You're gone, and he knows that he has no right to ask for you back. If you manage to leave Diluc, you'll probably never see him again.

Childe - Difficulty Level: Medium

His playfulness is simultaneously a ploy and his actual personality, such is the nature of him. He's so easy going most days, so funny and kind that part of you forgets that he's forced you into this. Until he has one of those bad days and you see the true strength and fury of a harbinger.

Even before you were stolen by Childe, you found him rather strange. Maybe it was the lack of light in his eyes, or how he casually talked about fighting and killing like it was nothing. Those should've been red flags, signals to stop talking to him, but his charm was laid on thick and suddenly you were stuck in his home in Snezhnaya.

Do you think you escaped because of your wit or because he let you? You'd never truly know the answer, but you thought it strange that you were able to leave his house without a single maid alerting him, without a single guard chasing you.

That sigh of relief you breathe when you're finally home may be the last one you get. Suddenly you feel so afraid constantly. You chalk it up to paranoia, but you can't stop looking over your shoulder. And then you start seeing traces of him. Fatui foot soldiers and letters with that familiar wax seal on them.

When you eventually see him, smiling at you casually like nothing is wrong, your heart practically shatters. You find yourself asking again, did you truly get away or did he let you? He always mentioned loving the chase.

Scaramouche - Difficulty Level: Very Hard

Good luck getting him to even trust you enough to let you roam the gardens without him. His home is a maze of eyes and watchful gazes, the only person you can rely on is yourself. There isn't really much you can do to get away from him, the house is guarded like a prison and Scaramouche himself is a tough man to get along with.

He loves you, he knows he does, that's what that painful feeling in his chest is, but he can't bring himself to even give you a taste of freedom. Give them an inch and they'll take a mile. Because of that you often spend time sitting next to windows, longingly looking outside at the world you're convinced you'll never see again. Not without him breathing over your shoulder.

Let yourself get away if you dare, you'd better hope your plan is air tight. Scaramouche won't fall for the same tricks twice. Fool him once, shame on him, but fool him twice and you'll learn how truly kind he was being to you before. Hope and pray to whichever Archon you worship that when you get away, he won't find you. But getting away is just the beginning. Staying out of his reach is the hardest. His home isn't the only place where he has eyes everywhere.

18+ MDNI

TW: Somnophila, dub-con

Wanting to write a reverse version of Sleeping like the Dead where reader is the one who's insatiable. You hate Diluc, but who else can you turn to but him to satisfy your urges. As long as you're gentle, you won't wake him and you're so horny, it doesn't take much to get you off.

Of course, he's obviously pretending to be asleep. A notorious light sleeper, all it took was you opening his door to wake him. But when you pull up the hem of your night gown and straddle his hips, fucking yourself on his cock like he's your sex toy, he decided it would be better to pretend he was still fast asleep. A part of him wishes could sleep forever, if it resulted in such a delightful pleasure from you.

Finishing yourself on him and creaming around his cock while he has to fight the urge to meet the pace of your hips with how own, he's peaking at your lewd expression through eyes that are squinted shut. You're panting as you pull your dress down and sigh softly in relief.

When you leave his room with a huff, barely bothering to redress him, he's fisting his cock like an animal. Using the slick of your pussy as lube to jerk himself off to completion and silently praying that tomorrow brings another night of your untamable lust.

Do Mi Ti. Why Not Me?

Yandere! Diluc x Fem! Reader

TW: Drugging

Part of {Mai Playlist}

Envy. One of the seven deadly sins. And one that almost anyone can say they've fallen victim to. Such an easy sin to curse yourself with, but atonement means that your soul won't be damned to hell. For a man who had almost everything anyone could want, Diluc found himself longing for more. For you. And until he had you, he didn't see atonement in his future.

Like a star hanging high above him in the sky, a ripe fruit just out his reach on the vine, a flower too high up on the tip of a mountain, he could never have you. So close you were, but so far away. He was allowed to gaze at you, but never touch you. Something so precious, why were you only meant to be looked at?

Did you outwardly say that you didn't want him? It was never confirmed with your voice, but rather with your actions. Treating him as if he were more of a common friend or sibling, instead of someone you could consider a lover. How he adored you, how he loved you so, how he wished for nothing more than the loving touch of your skin. Only, you wished to hold another.

What did Kaeya have that he didn't? He asked himself while watching the two of you on one of your many dates. Textbook stalking to most, but he was only keeping an eye on you for your own protection. Such a sweet thing you are. Someone like Kaeya would only hurt you, but you were too naive to know better, too naive to think that he'd snap your heart in two, like you were breaking his.

He was only doing it to protect you. He only did these things to keep you safe. He only watched you because he loved you. And why he invited you over for tea one day, which you delightfully agreed to, because a sweet thing like you didn't have the heart to decline. Especially not one of your childhood friends who you hadn't seen in ages.

Ten years. A decade. Maybe more. That's how long he loved you. You'd never know that though, not when your mind was elsewhere, on anyone, but him. The whole time, you blabbed on happily about Kaeya and he held a smile for you, nodding along to your tales, even though each word of praise for the other man was killing him inside.

Your sweet voice complained of drowsiness, apologizing for suddenly feeling so sleepy.

“I don't think I'll be able to make it home like this,” you muttered, your head slowly sinking to one side as you tried to force yourself away. Your eyelids are already growing heavy, you drop your tea cup, shattering it on the floor. You flinched a bit from the sound, mumbling soft apologies that sounded more like gibberish than anything else.

“You know there's always a room here for you,” Diluc spoke calmly, taking your hand before you had the chance to accept. And there was. A room just for you. At the far end of the hall, he laid you on a mountain of pillows, softer than anything Kaeya could ever provide for you, and draped you in a fluffy blanket. You nestled into that bed and barely noticed him closing and locking the cuff around your ankle, the chain of which was connected to that same ornate bedpost.

Anything to protect you. Anything to keep you safe. Kaeya would never love you nor care for you the way he did. So why choose such a man over him? You look beautiful when you sleep, your lips slightly open, little snores falling from them. But he already knew that. Because he loved you. More than anyone could ever know. So instead of letting anyone hurt you, he chose to not give you the chance to make the wrong choice.

You'd hate him, such a painful thing to admit, but it was for the best. He lay beside you, stroking your hair as you slept. Even bad dreams wouldn't be an issue as long as he was near, he’d chase them away with his sword in a heartbeat. So why choose another over him?

Diluc x Fem! Reader

TW: 18+ MDNI, oral (f. receiving), face sitting, squirting

You can't tell how well he's doing below you, but you can still feel his lips and tongue against your clit, still feel his hands gripping your ass and thighs, so you know he's alive. He insisted that you sit on his face, despite your protest that you might suffocate him, he told you it'd be a wonderful way to go if you did.

Your cunt was dripping down messily on his face, his breathing sounding labored, but when you went to pull away to give him a breath of air, he'd just pull you back down, shaking his head side to side aggressively. You couldn't deny Diluc's skill, there was nothing he loved more than eating you out, forcing multiple orgasms from your body. The way you trembled and whimpered above him was a good sign, your toes curling and your lips mewling words of praise for the man's mouth.

When you came, you knew you'd squirt for him, when did you not? You worried once again about killing him with your cunt, but his strength was much more than yours and you couldn't lift yourself off if you wanted to. Diluc held you there as you convulsed through an orgasm, pussy dripping all over his face, making the noises his tongue made only sloppier.

He finally allowed you to pull away when he was sure that you'd finished coming for you and even overstimulated you a bit more. Your legs trembled as you flopped onto the bed next to him, where he was gasping, face covered in your slick, some of it even managing to soak his red locks.

"Are you okay?" You questioned a bit fearfully, wondering about his lack of anything to say.

Diluc's red eye were glossed over and big, his chest rising and falling as he breathed, a small smile forming on his face, "I think I just saw God,"

"The lady is so mean to Master Diluc," whispers like this are common place across the manor. You, the lady newly married into Diluc's fortune, are known for your tantrums. Your outburst where you're no longer a fragile and meek girl, but more like a monster in human clothes. Angry and screaming, even going as far as to throw things, injuring any and everyone in your path.

"I wonder why she even chose to marry him," another hushed voice would speak. But saying that to chose to marry him would imply that you were given a choice. Rather, you were forced to marry him. Although, who would believe you when you said that? Soft spoken and stoic Diluc? He wouldn't even hurt a fly. Most days, you were seen as the aggressor. The gold digger who just couldn't get enough and had even taken to hurting your husband.

"She's like a beast," the maids would say amongst themselves, never looking you in the eyes, never seeing the pain and sorrow that you were showing beneath all the anger. To them, you're a spoiled brat. But they never cared to see how you cried and beg to be returned home. How all you wanted was freedom from the man who had taken you, but no one was on your side. Frustration led to anger and anger led to outbursts, one's where Diluc would take the brunt of the force and make himself seem like the hero who tamed you.

"She can't even pretend to like him," they'd mutter. But you did like him. You loved him, even . But how long ago was that? Was it when he was courting you? Making himself seem like the normal, kind man who'd come to sweep you off your feet, to charm you and make you feel like a princess. His words were sweet and shy, possibly being what made you not pay attention to all the red flags. To all the issues that you brushed to the side. You were blinded too at one point. Blinded by the charisma of his mask. But his mask slips. They'd never see it. But you did.

Braiding Diluc's Hair - Drabble

You braid Diluc's hair for him once. The man who's usually so punctual has woken up late, stumbling about in a hurry as he tries to do all of his morning tasks. You watch as he scurries about, lounging in your day chair with a book in your hand, you watch as his dark red locks cascade down his face and body, and how he awkwardly has to push them to the sides to try and get anything done in the hectic bustle of the Dawn Winery’s morning routine.

Pity and Diluc are two words that don't go hand in hand for you. Quite honestly, you've felt little for the man since he decided that he wished to steal you away and lock you up, rather than earning your love the proper way. Yet, watching him struggle to do the most basic of tasks, because of his untied hair was almost similar to watching a dog run into walls because its fur has grown over its eyes. It was almost cute in a silly way.

You raised your hand up to Diluc, who could see you through the mirror as he tried to tame his mane, which was more rowdy today than usual. He looked back at you, his smile sheepish and weak. Seldom did you ever call for him, even outright stating once that you'd rather he not speak to you at all.

“Yes, my sweet, summer flame,” he spoke to you, kneeling at your side and pressing a kiss against your hands. Love and admiration were filling his eyes as he looked at you, yet all you could feel in return was disgust.

You didn't respond to his nickname, and rather gestured for him to turn around, which he did so promptly. He'd walk off the side of a mountain if you asked him to do so sweetly enough. With him facing the opposite direction, you took his hair into your hands. Thick and heavy, it smelled of fruits and that distinct ash scent that pyro users could never get rid of. You raked your fingers through his locks to comb them before quickly braiding his hair until it was neatly down his back.

You tapped his shoulders twice to indicate that you were done and that he was free to leave, yet he didn't move your side, not for a bit at least. But then he finally stood, without a word which was rare for Diluc who couldn't help, but to proclaim his love to you whenever he got the chance. It didn't bother you that he wasn't speaking, you found it rather pleasant actually, while he continued to dress himself in the mirror you continued your task of lounging and doing absolutely nothing. Looking up just once though, revealed that as he was buttoning his top, he was staring at his neatly done braid with such gentle and loving eyes, you'd think he was looking at an animal, and with a face so red it reminded you of the same flames he used.

Heart Competition 💕

It is the fifth pint of beer, and there is no sign that it is the last one.

Kaeya stares at the beer, its golden surface waves slightly. His hand is trembling as if the weight of the drink was too much for him. In the reflection of the glass vessel, he sees his face;  eyebrows furrowed by grief or anger – he hasn't figured it out yet – and corners of his mouth twitching, once up, to keep an impression of happy guest, once down, when his muscles refused to obey him.

Being out of control of his own body made him also incapable of flirting, the art he practised years in the bar, that some could assume that Kaeya did it mostly to get on Diluc's nerves.

Oh, right. Diluc Ragnvindr, the star of today's event.

Through a glass pint, half-filled with alcohol, Kaeya sees the distorted silhouettes of the bride and groom, in honor of which this whole party was held.

Loud, quite unexpectedly large for the groom's tastes, the event was a mixture of attempts to make the lady in the veil the happiest woman in the world, but with some balance. This party was also a sign that Diluc won't even consider future marriage offers, having such a sweet wife on his side.

[Name].

[Name] Ragnvindr, from today.

A girl who came to Mondstadt a few years ago and stole the attention of a Cavalry Captain at the first meeting.

At first, it was just another entertainment; he flirted with you, being so natural in this as if it was his personal dialect he used everyday. Well, it wasn't far from wrong. After few minutes the blush couldn't leave your cheeks, leaving your face painted with a rich strawberry scent. He teased you even more until you realised you are too engaged in conversation and cocked your head at the side, trying to hide a blush behind your hair.

And then something went wrong.

You've spent too much time together, and each moment made Kaeya fall in love with you. He didn't know, he doesn't know yet, but his heart started to be blind and slowly started heading towards you every time you smiled at him.

One day he noticed that his heart no longer belonged to him.

If he could turn back time, he would surely try not to fall in love with you. Or he would do everything not to let you meet his not-really-encouraging-to-spend-time-with-and-vice-versa sworn brother.

Really, he could give up taking you to the tavern when he knew that his red-haired relative was right there. At that point, he just felt the need to show you to everyone and wordlessly inform them "she is precious to me, and I will defend her with all my might."

Apparently, Diluc didn't notice the aura of his intentions because he was genuinely interested in a person who would stand up with his brother's quirks („These are secrets," Kaeya corrects every time someone points it out) and without a shadow of a doubt could talk about his disadvantages as advantages.

"You have quite an interesting way of looking at the world," Diluc admitted at one of your random meetings. They happened often; you two even started suspecting each other of tracking each other, but then accepted the fact that whenever any of you will be in a flower shop or going to the library, you will meet the other one on your way there.

"Or I'm pushy because I'm looking for the other bottom in everything," you said, smiling. Diluc also almost smiled in response. "You too, are completely different from Kaeya's descriptions.”

"And... what did he say about me?"

"I'm sorry, but if I told you, you probably would never sell him any alcohol again."

"There, who are you talking about, you two?" Kaeya appeared behind you.

He approached, behaving rather carelessly, though he felt like some invisible force was tightening on his throat. You two looked so good together that with every memory of your view, the needle of jealousy and desperation was sewing through his heart.

And what bothered him the most was the fact that Diluc seemed to like you very much.

Of course, he wanted you two to have a good relationship, but the fact that you spent a lot of time together was very, very, very difficult for him.

Kaeya takes another sip of beer, which this time seems extremely bitter on his tongue. He winces slightly but takes another swallow.

He must have delayed his love confession too much.

A day, no, a few hours would be enough, and everything could've been different. If it weren't for that one evening, when Kaeya decided that he must tell you about his feelings, he would definitely be better without your announcement that you would like him to help you figure out how to confess your love to Diluc.

The heart you've taken from him was broken into pieces. It being overwhelmingly delicate in your hands, was most likely destroyed inadvertently.

...And so, he helped you with your love confession.

After all, he lived with this guy for several years and knew more or less his preferences. Probably, even without his help, Diluc would have accepted your feelings without batting an eye. Kaeya spent a lot of his time watching redhead, and he could tell that these frequent glances towards yourself weren't only a coincidence.

"Only you seem alone in such a grand crowd," says Venti, who sat next to him. Like many other guests, he wears an elegant white shirt with frilly sleeves and black trousers. There is some blush on his cheeks, but even after drinking since the start of the wedding reception, he still manages to look serious.

They haven't talked very often, but as many times they sat together in the tavern and found good drinking companions in each other, they weren't as much of strangers as many could suppose.

"I am being happy for the bride and the groom from a distance," Kaeya replies with harshness in his voice that makes it sound like a growl.

Such a quick excuse could not deceive a poet as skilled in heartbreaking stories as Venti. "I know how losing someone hurts."

Kaeya doesn't ask what he meant. In his head one moment was still playing on repeat; the one when he took you to the altar. He really didn't feel anything, when he was leading you to the groom, who wasn't paying attention to anything but you.

The moment you let go of Kaeya's hand and walked the next steps in that white snow and princess-like gown was the most striking one. With every tap of your heels against the floor, the distance between you two was growing wider.

Kaeya looks at Venti, who rises from his seat and pats him on the shoulder before walking away. He could swear he saw him mouthing “good luck” before disappearing between guests.

It didn't take a minute before you appeared next to Kaeya with a beaming smile on your face.

"Are you having fun?" You ask, and he forces himself to send you a smile, even though for a moment the corners of his mouth trembled uncontrollably.

"Of course," he replies with an eagerness that he tries to raise in himself.

He starts to look for a topic that isn't going to betray his cloudy head. At least not now, when everyone should rejoice for the sake of a new relationship.

His gaze falls on a glass of white wine, which you held in your hands.

"Ah, right," you pick up his gaze. "Diluc chose these wine because he said you somehow recommend that one. He also said they are good for toast."

"Oh? Why don't we raise a toast [Name]?" Kaeya replies, pouring the wine into his glass. He turns to you, now stiffly holding crystal vessel uncomfortably between his fingers.

"What will we raise it for?"

Kaeya cocks his head lightly as if he's trying to come up with a good reason. His gaze wanders to your face, and then he swiftly looks away.

Of course, he knew what he should say in this situation and accept that fact, he wanted to do away with.

"Toast for," He raises a glass, you echo him. A few other guests start to lift their glasses as well. "The bride and her life alongside the man who won the heart competition."