HI I just sent in my request for the event and I’m SO sorry, I think I said “Divination Ritual” and I meant “Protection Ritual” for the lavendar, angelite, and jasmine with Diluc 💔 I’m so sorry lol if it’s too late to fix that I understand! Have a good day/night :3
Lavender (comfort, calm), Angelite (gentleness, healing), Jasmine (love, sensuality)
Diluc x gn reader | Protection Ritual
warning: Diluc POV, kissing (a lot), soft spice (diluc holds reader's head, kinda possessive if you squint, implied making out)
He looked up from the contracts spread across the desk. Each one beckoned for his attention but he struggled to focus. He breathed, rotated his shoulders, and began to read the finely written script for the fifth time.
"Knock, knock," a soothing, familiar voice called. Yours. Diluc lifted his head and became lost in the vision standing in his doorway. "I know you're busy. I won't overstay."
You made your way into the study and he could barely take his eyes off you. The way you moved, the soft smile on your lips, rich aromas mixing with the dusty tomes and otherwise stuffy air. He placed his pen on the forgotten documents while you settled a small plate and a cup of steaming liquid on the tray nearby.
Without hesitation, you glided to him. Your fingers brushed aside his hair and he closed his eyes at the sensation of your lips against his brow.
"I'll leave you to it," you hummed across his skin before turning to leave.
He didn't want you to go.
Not yet.
His chair creaked as he leaned forward to capture your wrist in his hand. You stalled, looked at him over your shoulder and he found it impossible to think.
The room was silent save for your shuffling feet as he drew you between his legs and became washed in the warmth you carried. He placed his hand on your outer thigh and slid his other up your arm until it reached your neck. He watched how your lips parted, how your breathing shifted, and how your brilliant eyes searched him.
How he adored those eyes.
After a moment, your expression softened. The surprise you held slipped to reveal understanding, trust. You leaned toward him, cupped his face in your palms, and held him while he fell into the familiarity of you. He pulled you closer when your lips brushed across his nose, over his cheekbones, and down his jaw. His grip tightened at the sensation of your breath and the featherlight caress of your lips.
He gave in and took what he was undeserving of.
His hand held the back of your head so he could deepen the kiss and feel you against him in ways none other could. He held you so he could keep you where he wanted, needed. Ane when you welcomed him, he took the opening without reservation.
Diluc stood so he could ease you against the desk, trap you, keep you, have you. Your hands fell to his vest. Fingers drawing deep divots against this heaving chest. A soft breath escaped your lips when he pulled back, tilted his head, and returned to kiss you while he fed his hands around your head and kept you stable.
He struggled. Fought to control himself, to contain the building desire boiling in his veins. Why did you have to come in? Why did you have to be so ...
Distracting.
"Diluc," you said, breathless as you pushed against his chest and failed to avoid his seeking lips for the third time. Didn't you know by now what his name on your tongue did to his senses?
He kissed you, hard, deep, with just enough pressure that you had to lean back to accept it. When he parted from you, he managed to find a mid-point between kissing you again and falling back to his chair - which meant he pressed his forehead against the side of your face so he could breathe you in.
"Have I told you how taken I am with you?" he asked, voice deeper than normal all in an attempt to keep himself composed, together, orderly.
"You've mentioned it," you replied and the sound of you made his skin ripple.
Diluc leaned to his side, his hand flush against the desk and tedious documents left in waiting for him. There was a time when he would lock himself away until tasks such as these were finished but now he found it hard to stay motivated. To focus.
A one-track mind had rerouted into the shape of you.
You ran your finger over his ear and pushed back the fallen strands from his loose ribbon. "Do you want me to stay?"
"Shouldn't you know?" he asked, his gaze fixed on the way your lips moved beneath his thumb.
"I want to hear you say it."
Your eyes met his and he knew how badly he had lost.
He pinched your chin and pushed your head up so he could hover above you and give you the answer you wanted. "Stay," he confessed and sealed his words against your eager lips.
Thaumaturgy Anthology (October 11-13, 2024)
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