cw: very suggestive themes, slight yan content with wanderer, self indulgent, overall fluff, afab!reader in some parts (overall, gn! terms used, reader wears make up/dress), terrible flirting. minors dni, mdni. user has a vision.
kaeya has been staring at your lips for awhile now - as you talk about something that you ran into while out doing some sort of investigation. it's starting to make you nervous, the way he remains silent, bent down, his eye on your lips and his head tilted to the side.
"captain? are you listening to me? this this hilichurl camp set up nearby and -"
"yes, yes." kaeya says with a wave of his hand. "i'll have some of my people get on it." he pauses now, leaning in closer. you can smell his cologne. "say, did you get a new shade of lipstick?"
"i-uh, yes?"
"hmm." he gently cups your chin with his fingers, tilting his head to the side as he gently kisses you. "aw, it's not flavored this time."
all you can do is stutter before he bends in to kiss you again.
the fall night is warm, you're warm as you wrap your arms around his as the pair of you exit the manor for the night - the party goers dispersing and it's time for you to head home as well. the abundance of wealth diluc has always surprises you, on top of all his connections. he tells you about something, maybe it's another compliment in the list of all the creative ways he tells you how much he loves you, you're not sure but you're tired.
"shall i accompany you home tonight, my love?" diluc asks as he helps you into your carriage. "you are certainly more than welcome to also stay the night."
"ah, but we certainly cannot have rumors flying around just yet." you say with a tired giggle. playing hard to get is one of your favorite things to do - he seems to enjoy the chase some, at least.
"then," he gently takes your hand into his gloved one, those red eyes that always look into your soul and beyond, look into your own, as he presses a kiss to the back of your hand. "get home safe, okay? if you encounter any trouble, do not hesitate to return."
you smile, taking your hand back and bend down (silently delighting into the new height advantage the carriage gives you) and kiss him on the cheek.
"have a lovely night, diluc." yet it takes one more kiss to pull you out of the carriage and back into his manor.
he is irritated, agitated more like, with his pacing back and forth. you sigh and watch him, legs crossed and elbows resting on your thighs. you're getting dizzy at this point, but his frustration is honestly really funny.
all that had to happen was someone complimenting you today and he loses his mind. the entire day, he's been sulking and pouting and grumbling.
"hat guy," you call to him, gently. "are you okay?"
he stops in his tracks, staring dead in your eyes. "no," he grumbles. "i am not." you huff a laugh and shake your head. it's like you blink and he's blocking your view of well - the rest of the living room. you're not exactly sure what's happening, but your shirt is being pulled down and his lips are pressing against the tender skin at the juncture between your shoulder and your neck.
and he bites. you yelp a bit, but he doesn't pull away until there is a bright red mark there.
"you're mine, don't forget that."
"you never let me forget." you grumble as he pushes you down, his teeth sinking into more of your neck.
you are wholly naked after getting out of the bath, and sitting between arlecchino's legs, on her bed, as she brushes your hair. she admires every inch of you, on a daily basis. whenever you ask about her doing your hair, she simply tells you that she enjoys it and should she not pamper her loved one? so you always drop the subject and lean into this momentary peace in her chaotic life. the candle flickers some, its flame casting a gentle glow in the bedroom.
a clawed hand rests on your thigh and you peek at the full length mirror, she's set the brush down.
warmth blossoms through you as she kisses the back of your neck, trailing kisses down along your spine until she reaches midback. after a moment, she's tugging at your hair, forcing you to lean your head back as she kisses you on the lips.
"you're very beautiful." she murmurs.
"you tell me that often." you tell her with a little giggle. she hums softly.
"not often enough." she declares, her hand reaching for the brush again. "i believe i should praise you more. you are a good girl, after all." your face reddens at that and she looks even more pleased. another kiss is pressed to the side of your neck before she resumes her previous task.
you talk too much, al-haitham has told you many times - you like to visit him in his office at lunch every day, just to ramble on and on. you like to think he's listening, but with his eyes always glued on his book, you're never sure. but that never stops you (nor does it ever stop kaveh, the poor man sometimes stresses himself out over his roommates indifference). oh, you do this to annoy him most of the time, but lately, it's just scheduled and expected.
"and can you believe-"
your words are cut off when his lips meet yours, your eyes widen when he pulls away. you're stunned as you sit down on the comfortable couch, trying to comprehend what just happened.
"do you hear that?" he asks you after a moment.
"no. what should i be hearing?"
"the sound of sweet silence." al-haitham finally answers, and you finally look at him, while his eyes are glued to the book, he has a smug look to his face. oh this asshole.
cw: non-con touching, mdni, minors dni, yandere, imprisonment, forced marriage, isolation, spanking mention, some physical and mental abuse mention, obsessive and possessive behaviors, whatever is going on with diluc, masturbation (m.receiving/doing). let me know if i missed a tag! afab!reader.
he hungers to corrupt you - but yet, to do so would mar you with sin.
Diluc is surprised when you don't fight against him as he gently lifts you up from the bed, where you'd been crying just moment before but he's glad that you don't. He's not sure his heart could handle another moment of having to spank you the way he did to get you to behave. You don't seem to understand that you are a danger to yourself and he's just trying to get you to understand that.
He tries to convince you that the room you stay in is not some ornate prison, but a place for you to get used to your new life, away from the rest of the stressors, and so he can make sure you won't do anything that could hurt you (and therefore, him).
You think he's crazy but say nothing - you know what happens when you try to challenge his reality. And it's better to not do that. The first few times were emotionally painful lessons, that soon became physical. A few strikes here and there, as if you were a disobedient child. Then he started to add a bit of fire to his open palm, and you learned faster.
The bath is warm, set to a temperature that you like and it is scented. And he stares at you with desperation and hunger, feasting his eyes upon your naked form as though you were a goddess. He touches you with reverence, as if he did not have you over his knee just ten minutes ago. His skin is rough in comparison to your own.
Soap is gently rubbed into your skin, shampoo in your hair - he must make sure you are clean of todays filth and sadness. It's not the smells you like, these are too strong, they burn your lungs and your nostrils.
He can't even look at you in the eye when his hands move along the curve of your breasts and how for a moment, they linger. And how, for a moment, you fear the beast inside of him will finally win out tonight. Diluc starts to work faster, ashamed of his growing arousal, uttering apologies and how good you are and pretty you are. This is how he tortures himself.
"Just - let me bathe myself, please." You beg, after a moment - unsure of what you're most afraid of.
"No." Diluc answers. "You - you may hurt yourself."
And you don't say much else to that, the soapy water is rinsed off, and he does his best to rinse out your hair before relenting and letting you dip under. He massages your scalp as he helps rinse the rest of the shampoo out, followed by putting in the conditioner.
He's too gentle for a man who took you and locked you up - too gentle for the man who easily bends you over his knees when you act up. The reverence he has in this moment, it's too jarring. You consider fighting against Diluc when he helps you out of the tub, helps dry you - the towel being ran along your body in a manner that makes you shiver.
Diluc pauses for a moment - he longs to touch you so intimately, but he cannot. He is a filthy man, and would rather keep you pure and away from his sin.
One dry, he kisses every bruise he has caused in various areas - mainly focusing on your bruised wrists because he doesn't dare go any lower. He had already applied a cream to help the burn. It is almost like a ritual - a devout follower kissing his goddess. That he has imprisoned. But you are not a goddess and he is not a man of worship. You are his human prisoner, and he, your warden. Your 'husband'.
Finally, once lavishing you with tender kisses as he had gotten away from himself, Diluc dresses you in a fine nightgown. It is made up of the finest of threads, it can so easily be ripped, and averts his gaze. It has a much lower cut than he thought it did - and you know it will be gone by tomorrow night.
Once in bed, he looks as if he's considering kissing you good night but when you turn away - you hear him let out a heavy sigh.
"Good night."
Your skin is always so soft and supple when he touches you, and guilt gnaws at him when he finally reaches his own room - the door shutting and locking behind him. He's clawing to get his pants and shirt off. You are too pure for him, and he wishes to corrupt you. But he cannot mar you with such sin - such a terribleness that is him.
Yet his hand goes around his already hard cock, barely making it to his bed in time, slowly pumping it and he groans. Diluc imagines what it would feel like to have your soft hands touching his cock, to have your pretty mouth wrapped around it. To feel you under him, moaning his name - your pretty eyes looking at him with lust and not fear.
His touch is erratic, pumping hard. He hates this part of the night, hates it so much - as pre-cum drips from the head of his cock. Diluc imagines you spread open for him, how warm you would feel around him, and how sweetly you'd moan his name. You'd look pretty plump and pregnant.
Diluc releases his seed over himself, cumming with a soft groan of your name as he grips at the blankets. His seed covers both himself and his blankets. He has to take a moment to catch his breath, to close his eyes before the guilt comes.
Tomorrow morning, he cannot look at you in the eyes.
woodrow that art of diluc smirking is actually insane /pos something about confident and cocksure diluc that has sm untapped potential 😵💫😵💫
it isn’t often that diluc smiles with the confidence of a man on fire. he’s reserved, quiet in his power; he’s the kind of man that gives the impression of strength without needing to jump through hoops to show it. he isn’t a performer, not by any means. he does not feel that he needs to express his strength as others often do, puffing their chests and cockfighting in the streets or even in his own bar on a late night.
but sometimes. in rare occasions. diluc ragnvindr becomes a cocky, confident, powerful animal of a man. he loses himself in his claymore. eyes hazed over the bridge of his nose. hair falling in his face. it is during these rare occasions that you understand why he might be called the uncrowned king of mondstadt.
word count ! idk but its long lol
pairing ! albedo, bennett, diluc, kaeya, razor & venti x gn!reader
genre ! fluff, angst
.｡.:*☆ ALBEDO !
giving: gift giving, words of affirmation | receiving: physical touch, quality time
He likes to bring you trinkets from his expeditions. A cecilia from when he went sketching at Starsnatch Cliff, a particularly bright crystalfly in a bottle. They can be virtually anything as long as he thinks it’s interesting enough to bring back to you. The blonde also does not intend to be a sweet talker, it just sort of happened. He doesn’t see the point in lying, so when he tells you he loves you, it leaves no room in your heart for doubt. Albedo is a no-nonsense man and his words are solid as stone.
When you go out of your way to see him, it makes his chest feel tight. The alchemist doesn’t consider himself someone interesting, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder, is it not? Your hands seem to fit perfectly into his, and when you smile at him over your shoulder as you frolic in the snow, he thinks to himself, ‘this is what it means to live.’
.｡.:*☆ BENNETT !
giving: acts of service | receiving: words of affirmation, quality time
Poor boy is so afraid of you leaving. He knows his curse scares people away, and he can’t blame them. Although he tells himself not to expect much, a piece of his heart can’t help but hope that you’re different. Bennett’s the first to volunteer if you need any assistance and will come back with fresh cuts and bruises after each trip. Even though you’ve told him multiple times to stop putting himself in danger, he doesn’t know how else to make you stay.
The first time you told him you loved him, he cried.You’re his shining light, and he never fails to remind you how thankful he is to be able to call himself your lover. At night, when the two of you are laying under the stars with his face in your chest and your legs intertwined, he feels calmer than with anyone else. The whispers of the wind almost drown out your voice from how softly you speak, but he can hear you loud and clear. “You’re it for me,” you say. He holds you tighter in response and relishes in your presence.
.｡.:*☆ DILUC !
giving: acts of service, gift giving | receiving: words of affirmation, physical touch
Despite being known as Mond’s most eligible bachelor, Diluc has never had a romantic partner. He traverses your relationship like a newborn fawn, uncharacteristically shaky and unsure. With the amount of wealth that he has, he finds it no big deal to buy you whatever you may desire. He knows that he can’t always spend time with you considering his responsibilities to the winery as well as his vigilante work, so he hopes to make up for it with gifts. Even if you tell him that you’re not interested in his money, he finds that he enjoys seeing the surprised expression on your face when he gifts you something you’ve had your eye on. Trying to get him to stop is a lost cause.
Surprisingly, the claymore wielder is incredibly easy to fluster. A passing comment from you saying he looks good in a specific pair of pants (and a loving tap to his bottom) will leave him blushing for the rest of the day. It doesn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the manor’s staff, as well as a certain calvary captain, that Diluc has bought a few more similarly designed pairs. He’ll huff and deny it when you tease him. If he tries to ignore you, just grab his chin and pull him into a kiss and he’ll be putty in your hands once more.
.｡.:*☆ KAEYA !
giving: physical touch | receiving: quality time, words of affirmation
Good luck trying to get him off of you. Kaeya is infamous for his flirty nature, and once he get’s into a relationship, it seems to have increased tenfold. When he isn’t on duty, the two of you are often found hanging around Good Hunter or the Angel’s Share, much to the dismay of Diluc. His hands are constantly on your skin, often slipping underneath your shirt to hold onto your waist. One major downside is that his fingers are always cold. Have fun with that.
Even when he has a lover, Kaeya is no less secretive. Trying to get him to open up will get you forcefully shut down. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he just thinks that you’re better off not knowing. He doesn’t see the point in burdening you with his fears and trauma. Let him come to you instead. Soft spoken words of support will mean more to him than you’ll ever know.
.｡.:*☆ RAZOR !
giving: acts of service | receiving: physical touch
Much like Bennett, Razor isn’t quite sure how to show you how much you mean to him. His vocabulary is incredibly limited despite his lessons with Lisa. He shows his appreciation by helping you gather materials and fighting off potential threats on your adventures. You’ll never go hungry with him as your boyfriend, and you can rest easy knowing that the wolf boy will protect you.
After losing his pack not once, but twice, Razor’s unknowingly clingy. You are his lupical, and he doesn’t want to let you go. He loves any sort of affection you give and will unashamedly ask for more. Head pats are an instant hit, followed closely by cuddles near the campfire. If you detangle and brush through the matted mess that is his hair, he’ll fall asleep in minutes
.｡.:*☆ VENTI !
giving: physical touch | receiving: quality time
The bard is nothing if not cheeky. Unfortunately, this means he’ll often use his anemo powers to blow up your clothes, much to your annoyance. Venti will hang off of you if you’ll let him and will confess his love for you everywhere he goes. He’s especially fond of linking pinkies, as well as rubbing his nose against yours. After the two of you say ‘i love you’ for the first time, a new ballad about the wind god’s lover can be heard from the Angel’s Share.
Despite his airy personality, one mustn’t forget that Barbatos is one of the original Seven. Venti has seen war, suffered the loss of a loved one, and knows more than most the fragility of human mortality. As much as he hates it, you know your time in this world is short compared to the centuries he has lived. You go out of your way to clear your schedule when he’s in town, and treasure every moment you have with him. Venti may come and go, but he will always come home to you.
- they flirt with spars and tongues of poison, but when the flames die down and diluc is able to get eased back into it, they are more than okay with soft affirmations and kisses of down
- childe is a tease, diluc doesnt tolerate it 90% of the time
- diluc writes letters to childe. he does not send them. (childe finds them while being nosy and going through dilucs things. diluc doesnt stop him.)
- theres a fine line of things not to cross. they may tease and poke fun and insult (on dilucs end) but they respect boundaries.
- when diluc is having a rough time around his fathers death day, childe tries to be there for comfort.
- wingman kaeya.
- kaeya doesnt trust childe for a long time, but he tries to support diluc in his decisions. that being said, if childe ever hurt diluc, the first person to be knocking on his door to collect his karma wouldnt be diluc. it would be kaeya.
- diluc has trouble sleeping. he always has, ever since he was a child. childe tries his best to talk him to sleep while petting his hair. it works, most of the time.
- in general, childe tries to get diluc to take better care of himself.
- in return, childe tries to take better care of himself.
- “firefly” “fatui.”
- diluc says he hates childe. he does not.
- they actually better each other, somehow. somehow, it works.
- childe wishes they could have a kid together. its too dangerous to, though. it breaks his heart.
- diluc hates being alone.
- childe does send him letters, constantly.
- surprise visits to mondstadt.
- aside from kaeya, venti, rosaria, jean and lisa, no one is 100% certain that theyre together. theres rumors, yes, but “diluc hates fatui.”
- donna asked diluc out while childe was away. diluc was surprised (how he didnt see her crush beats me. apparently hes more blind than her, but then again, how could anyone love him, much less two people?) and turned her down, confirming publicly he was involved with someone. when asked, he simply states “ajax”.
- its talk of the town.
- it tires diluc out to be center of attention.
- diluc is neurodivergent as all hell, but was forced to mask heavily as a kid. either way, he despises spotlight and recognition, but he grits his teeth and bears it unless childe is around.
- childe picks up on how hes feeling almost as well as kaeya can. its sort of a tied skill between them, but they have different ways of fixing the situation.
- childe puts flowers in dilucs hair.
- diluc’s ring is kept on a chain around his neck. the heat of his hands from being a pyro wielder - an exceptionally hot one at that - would end up damaging the metal band if kept in his gloves. keeping it around his neck works just as well, and keeps it from getting too hot and burning through his gloves or warping the metal.
- childe wants diluc to burn his hand into his skin. diluc refuses.
- diluc does not see what his father did to him as bad or damaging. childe is trying to help him realize he can be more than just “the ragnvindr heir” and that he can, in fact, live his own life.
- diluc wishes they can leave their lives, their worries behind. he genuinely wishes to settle down with childe. he knows it to be impossible, though.
- diluc is scared . he is scared of affection , of being vulnerable , of being open . he’s scared that one day , childe will no longer love him.
diluc strikes me as the type to enjoy locking eyes with his partners whilst he's eating them out/sucking them off like a man starved. he always feels a bit awkward in intimate moments, as he's a little unsure of himself... but seeing the blissed-out expression on his partner's face while he's betwixt their thighs erases any doubt that may cloud his mind during the act. it allows diluc to indulge himself in his hunger for them, and he hopes that his partner can see the burning hot desire in his eyes when he locks his gaze onto theirs.
𐐪𐑂 a/n: i hope this is in character enough! i honestly spent hours on their voicelines to get a better perspective on their individual personalities,,
𐐪𐑂 includes: diluc, kaeya, childe, zhongli
𐐪𐑂 genre(s): fluff, a bit of crack for kaeya (sort of) and CHILDE
𐐪𐑂 pt.2 here!!
diluc
warmly, like a comfort blanket
his arms will wrap around your waist/torso and he’ll hold you somewhat like his personal teddy bear but he won’t admit that
doesn’t like pda, so he only does this in the privacy of his manor
and even then, away from the maids
subtly cuddling you is his go-to way to show his love, since he personally finds it embarrassing to express his love out loud he can never find the right words, either. you mean more to him than just words
he finds it especially comforting to be able to return home and sit in silence with you wrapped in his arms
but also softly asks you questions about your day or how you’re feeling sometimes, just to hear your voice
he calls your name in one of the gentlest tones you’ve ever heard— it’s reserved specifically for you as well
“how was your day today? i’d like to hear about it, if you don’t mind.”
he’ll listen— not saying much, of course— but he will talk a bit if you ask, just for you <3
kaeya
close, like you’ll disappear if he lets go
he loves showing you off
and when i say ‘loves’ i mean LOVES
he’ll snake his arm around your shoulders, lets his hand hang in front of your chest, and pulls you closer every so often
he does this even when the two of you are casually walking around, he just can’t keep his hands off you
also adores it when you hold his hand hanging off your shoulder
he smirks at anyone who looks at the two of you, even if they just glanced over
his ego is getting such a huge boost right now
“darling, look at all those jealous people,” he murmurs smugly, “they wish they were me right now.”
“kaeya, i think they’re just saying hello.”
that’s the fifth time he’s said that, and you’ve been walking around for twenty minutes,,
childe
eagerly, like you haven’t seen each other in decades
he’s obsessed with coming up from behind and wrapping his arms around you in a big bear hug
if he’s in a mischievous mood, he’ll tickle your sides relentlessly (your frenzied pleas of “stop, stop!!” between laughs and giggles be damned!!)
one time you accidentally smacked him in the face so hard HE DROPPED YOU AND STARTED POUTING
it’s okay tho— you gave him lots of apology kisses after (he loves those)
if you return his hugs, his face tinges just the slightest shade of pink but he acts really cocky about it, as he does
“ooh, someone’s clingy, huh?” he teases as if he wasn’t the one who initiated the hug
but of course he can’t help but be soft for you afterwards
zhongli
gently, like you’re the last thing in the world
his favourite way to hold you isn’t elaborate or very interesting, but then again he’s never been the type to make a show out of things
instead, he opts for caressing your face during intimate moments
he cradles your face with the palm of his hand and admires each and every part of it, like he’s holding the world’s rarest antique in his hand
he likes to slowly swipe his thumb across your cheek, and smiles gently while doing so
his eyes are so full of love the entire time
“my love— and i know i say this every time— but to me, you shine brighter than any gold. i mean it.”
