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.
pokes u. kaeya and his very eepy partner who cuddles up to him like a cat (i have been working all week and i am so tired)
user message: ohhhhh kaeya. husband. luv him.
warnings: none, just some fluff. gender neutral!reader
the urge was back again.
it pulled heavy at your eyelids, weighing down on your shoulders, making your legs feel like stones had been sewn into your shoes. you felt something crawl up the back of your neck, and a long, drawn-out yawn was pulled from you as you held tight to the overhead grip on the slowly rocking train.
the urge was back again, as it often came around this time of day. it had been far too long of a day at work, too many phone calls, too much paperwork, too many customers looking to schedule deliveries or fight about how much mora they owed on their bills. you liked your job, you did, but you couldn’t stand the people anymore. it was starting to become a hassle. you had started to grow lethargic quite frequently, and the rocking of the train didn’t help all that much.
you fought to keep your eyes open as you watched the train pull into your district in mondstadt, blinking slowly and blearily at the red lettering on the screen as the train slowed to a stop. finally. no more rocking, just… walking.
you yawned again. the urge lapped at your cheeks like the sandpaper of a cat’s tongue. you knew exactly what you needed to finally relax and let yourself catch up on some rest, but now it was just a matter of getting home to do so.
you knew what would be waiting for you. the urge knew it too. it knew exactly what the scene was going to be when you opened the door to your apartment, and it pushed you forward, keeping your legs moving even if your shoes were uncomfortable and your belt was becoming too tight.
you walked down the winding streets at your own pace, the warmth of the day finally receding into the cool of the impending sunset, and you wanted nothing more than to just get home already.
the lights to your apartment building flickered on as you stepped inside, heading immediately towards the elevators, ignoring your responsibility of picking up the mail. it could be done in the morning, just like everything else.
the slow ride up in the elevator had you yawning once more, holding onto your bag to make sure you didn’t drop it and forget it in your haze to fulfill your craving. you felt it pushing behind your eyes. freedom would be given so soon.
if you had had more energy, you would’ve hurried down the hall, but alas, you couldn’t find the strength. you fumbled with your keys and managed to find them, haphazardly unlocking it and pushing the door open with your weight.
“welcome home,” called your darling boyfriend, the star of the show here, truly, from his place in the living room. the need inside you was so close to being satiated, satisfied.
you shoved your shoes off quietly, humming in response to his greeting. you swallowed another yawn (it’s become far too repetitive an action for you, really) and dropped your bag, keys, and belt at the door. all unimportant items.
your now slippered feet padded across the wooden floors of your shared apartment towards the breath of fresh air that was kaeya. he was typing on his laptop, clearly working on some sort of paperwork or complaint report, brows knitted and chewing on his cheek. he was sitting facing the windows, engulfed in the orange light from the sunset.
perfect.
you moved almost silently, sinking into the couch cushions next to him and crawling over until you could drop yourself over his lap, head and upper body mostly in his lap while you brought your knees up towards your chest, like you were curling into a ball on him.
the urge to curl up on your boyfriend’s lap and rest your eyes had been tamed.
kaeya, barely surprised, just chuckled and petted a hand over your hair. “long day, darling?”
“mmmh.”
“really? tell me all about it.”
“mmh. nnnh.”
“i see, i see. i understand. seems like you’re looking for a pre-dinner cat nap?”
“mmhm…”
“alright, little kitty cat. take a rest. i’m almost finished.”
you huffed, swatting lightly at his knee, and it just made kaeya laugh and pet you a little more. it wasn’t your fault if you drifted off to sleep almost immediately, basking in the sunset and in the attention of your boyfriend.
word count ! ~600
pairing ! albedo x gn!reader, kaeya x gn!reader, xiao x gn!reader
genre ! fluff, mild angst
.｡.:*☆ ALBEDO !
will definitely struggle at first
albedo really relies on verbal communication for most of his relationships, and when this is no longer an option, he’s at a bit of a loss
when he first meets you, he’s confused as to why you don’t respond after he introduces himself, becoming even more so when you take out a pad of paper and a pen
we already know that he finds relationships difficult to maintain; he has a hard time understanding social cues and boundaries. BUT! he’ll consider this to be a new challenge to overcome
if you know sign language he’ll put in a big effort to learn it and considers it as simply another branch of knowledge he has not yet pursued
please be patient with him during the process. despite his intellect and his position within the knights, the blonde is actually quite insecure regarding his self worth. he equates it to how useful he is, and after losing his master this insecurity only tripled in size
thanks to his genius brain however, albedo’s able to pick up sign very quickly and will actually ask his assistants to learn it as well, believing it to be a valuable skill to have
.｡.:*☆ KAEYA !
the captain is already adept in sign due to the nature of his work
despite being known publicly as just the charming calvary captain, the cryo user deals with many, if not most, of the more unsightly issues within Mondstadt
there have been many a time in which verbal communication was not an option and has since learned to communicate with his hands and gestures
he gets really upset if he hears someone say anything negative about your muteness
kaeya doesn’t see it as a disability seeing as you can communicate just fine, so when he hears a passing comment from a drunk knight in the tavern insulting your intelligence, he turns very quiet.
the blue-haired captain is known to be a flirt, easy on the eyes, at worst stern but never angry even with some of the stupid shit the knights pull at times (there was an incident where one fell on a sword, don’t ask) but he draws the line when it comes to his partner
his eyes turn as cold as the vision hanging from his hip and as he approaches the knight, you feel a pang of sympathy for the amount of work you know your lover will assign
.｡.:*☆ XIAO !
like albedo, the yaksha will struggle a bit, but xiao’s on the more intense side compared to the alchemist
he treasures you dearly, even if he comes off as rough around the edges, and does his best to understand you (please be patient with him… he is trying his Best
xiao is already a bit bad with verbal communication and usually shows you his love through physical affection (as limited as it is) and acts of service
he learns to understand your body language and subtle gestures and expressions, and to him, understanding you at a deeper level compared to the more shallow relationships he may have
there is one glaring problem however
xiao believes you to be weak; he’s incredibly protective over you, not trusting other humans to treat you as you deserve
he’s kaeya but on max volume
literally childe breathed in your direction and he had his mask on with his spear in hand (although that might just be because he hates the harbinger…)
you’ll need to let him know that he can be overbearing at times, just make sure to give him lots of kisses to make up for his bruised ego
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.”
cw: hints at smut, negotiated power dynamics&kink, slightly under negotiated kink, some D/s dynamics, afab reader, pet names, possessive behaviors and mirror kink (arlecchino), brat taming&spanking (kaeya), praise kink (diluc), consensual non-consent (wanderer). admittedly very self indulgent, possibly OOC
mdni, minors do NOT interact, blank blogs dni.
characters: wanderer, kaeya, diluc, arlecchino
(credit to cafekitsume for the banner)
sorry for bullying you, wanderer
Diluc had spent most of his day trying to find the right time to take on the role you had asked him to - ever so sweetly, with a bat of your eyes as you gestured to some graphic novel from Inazuma you'd been reading. At first, he had been baffled at the idea before slowly warming up to it and maybe even flipping through your various novels for some ideas.
Perhaps the two of you should have discussed what you'd wanted beforehand but you have mentioned that you enjoy the element of surprise. So instead of focusing on the meetings he had to be in, the man had spent the day imagining up various situations where he would come in, command you to do something, and you do it. Different scenarios that had him growing hot under the collar.
See, Diluc never wavers - not often but when it comes to you, he finds himself stuttering like a lovestruck teen and always caught off guard and it's hard not to be. Not when you smile at him, when you talk to him oh so casually. He grows shy around you some days, unsure of what to do when you quip back at him.
So, here he is - drawing in a few breaths as he pushes the door open and finds you in the library of his manor. You're reading a book - again - and he wavers for a moment. There's no way he could boss you around. What if he hurt you? What if you actually hated it and therefore, hate him?
Diluc draws in another breath, doing his best to center himself.
"Strip." He commands, doing his best to hold authority in his voice and you look up at him, your eyes wide. Diluc hopes he did not just completely ruin your guys' marriage.
"What?" You ask, as though you did not just him clearly telling you what to do. Perhaps he did cross a line and he's ready to apologize for saying such a thing though the fact you're putting down your book and reaching for the hem of your shirt indicates otherwise. "Maybe sit down?"
So, of course, Diluc does so - enamored with the way you slowly strip off your clothes. For some reason, he had expected a bit more of a fight from you - more...he supposes, brattiness. But he'll take this, especially when you get on your knees in front of him - how beautiful you look, reaching towards the zipper of his pants. "Good girl." he breathes. And you smile up at him.
"Make me." Are two words you know you'll always regret when Kaeya tells you to do something. Yet, you can't help it every time because you like the look that he gets, baffled, confused, and then that stupid, cocky smirk that forms on his face. He grips at your chin, forcing you to look at him in that blue eye of his, as he tilts his head to the side a bit.
"Could you repeat that for me, princess?" Kaeya asks, voice so calm and so light, as though he were holding a casual conversation about the weather with you and not looking as if he's about to throw you over his knee for your audacity to challenge him. "It's not rhetorical. Repeat what you just told me."
"M-Make me...?" There's less confidence in your voice and he fakes an exasperated sigh. Kaeya's lips brush against yours for a brief moment, teasing but he pulls away, his grip tightens for a moment before he releases you. Oh, maybe he's actually angry at you.
"So, here's what we'll do, princess," Kaeya says as he steps away from you and circles around you. Chills run down your spine, the atmosphere is much colder and you realize he's using his Vision. "You'll strip for me and you'll be good for me for the rest of the evening."
You nod, though it takes you a moment to gather yourself. You pull off your top and your skirt, so you're only in your underwear. Kaeya looks displeased and it's your turn to tilt your head to the side, mimicking him from earlier.
"I stripped," you point out. "You said to strip my clothes, so I did."
Kaeya slips his fingers beneath the collar you're wearing, being careful of pulling you towards him and with him as he sits down in the chair, sprawling you over his lap.
"Darling, you know what I meant." The sharp sting across your buttock has you gasping out in surprise, followed by a few more. A hand moves up to the strap of your bra and he snaps it. "Now, let's try this again. Strip."
You sniffle a bit, pursing your lips. Finally, you unhook your bra and toss it aside, before slipping out of your panties. Kaeya looks at you as if you are made up of marble and blessed by some goddess of beauty. He reaches out, pulling you close to him, pressing some kisses along your belly and peppers downward. It takes a moment but he ducks down between your legs, your hands perching in his hair.
Arlecchino never really has to ask you twice or even tell you to strip because one look, and you're already pulling your clothes off for her but today is a little bit more different. You're in clothes that aren't particularly your style but one she chose for you today. You try to be good for her, though you have your moments that are swiftly and quickly corrected. After all, those that belong to her, learn how to behave quickly without much complaint.
It's hard to not grow shy sometimes with her eyes on you, always watching and taking in your every detail, even has you fumble with the ties on the back of your dress. They're well knotted and you can't get them undone.
You know she did the ties on your dress the way she did on purpose, just so she could watch you struggle. But when she strides over to you, one hand rests on your hip and you watch her through the mirror, face flushing a bit as her fingers begin to deftly undo the knots on the ribbon, before pulling them out, slowly. The top of your dress begins to loosen, giving you better breathing room but as the fabric falls away, her lips press against exposed skin. A hand plays with your breasts as they get revealed to her, and all you can do is watch through the mirror.
The cinch at your waist lessens up and finally, the dress falls away and Arlecchino is pleased. She likes dressing you up, and stripping you down every night - always taking her time with you. Claws drag at your skin and you shiver.
Next comes your bra, easily removed without really any sort of theatrics. And then finally, your panties - those are slowly pulled down. And Arlecchino is pleased when you are fully bare to her - and only her.
Soft lips press along your neck and your shoulders, moving downward every so often. Arlecchino leaves marks in places nobody can see, but serve as a reminder of who you belong to, and no doubt that tonight is going to serve as a reminder for you to watch your tone and how you talk to other people and about yourself. Most wouldn't think it, but she is a jealous woman.
"Watch the mirror." she orders and you can only obey. "I will not have you insult, disparage or otherwise be cruel to what belongs to me. An insult about yourself is an insult to me."
All you can really do is nod in agreement.
Your breath catches in your throat as your thoughts catch up to the words that had come out of the Wanderer's mouth, and you snort.
"Come again, Hat Guy?" He crosses his arms over his chest as he regards you, lips pursed and eyes in a scowl. "You can't just come in here and make demands without saying please." Honestly it's hard to not taunt him when he's in one of his many moods, his reactions are so funny even if you end up not being able to walk very well later. "C'mon, I might consider it if you ask nicely."
A breath, a soft growl that makes your stomach do a flip.
"Strip, please." The Wanderer says, although not quite sounding defeated at your audacity to talk back to him without even an ounce of worry. "Now."
"The now negates the please." You tell him as you close your text book and stand up. "C'mon, don't you have better manners than that?"
The Wanderer rubs his forehead. "Don't be a brat." He tells you, a slight warning in his voice and you grin. You know he's trying to reign in his temper with you, unless he wants to ruin yet another outfit of yours though that's what you want him to do, but you're not going to say that. "Now do as I say or you won't like what I can do."
You yelp when he grabs you by the arm and half tosses you onto the couch, kneeling above you. Your heart pounds in your chest as his hand twists into the top of your shirt. That look on his face makes you feel much warmer than it should.
"You were warned." the Wanderer tells you, simply as he rips your top off with ease. There's a moment where he takes you in, like he's never seen you naked before. Teeth sink into the skin of your collarbone and he shamelessly leaves a mark there, before moving to your neck, making sure to leave purple marks all around just so you can't hide them.
Your skirt is yanked off next without a care from him, followed by your panties.
"Hey, those were expensive-!"
"I don't care." he grumbles into your chest, teeth digging into your skin. "Shut up." Despite his words, you know he'll be buying you a new pair tomorrow - possibly with some extra other things he thinks you need. "Now, be good."
"For right now." You grumble and he makes a noise in the back of his throat, and you meet those violet eyes of his. "I'll be good for now." You both know this is a lie, but you also know that the Wanderer enjoys a challenge. And the way he starts to ignore your words as he works down your body, mixing between worshipful and punishing, bright purple and blue from his teeth flourish on your skin. The Wanderer has always been good with his mouth, making you come over and over again until you're more than just a mess beneath him.
He does take you by surprise when he captures your lips with his - he hardly kisses you outside of a few pecks, but this only serves as a distraction as he pushes your knees to your chest.
"Beg." he commands.
At first, you think of telling him no, but when you're in such a vulnerable position and he's looking at you with a hunger you cannot quite describe, you don't want to keep pushing his buttons.
"Please." You breathe out with a shuddering breath.
"See what happens when you actually obey?"
Only for now, you think as you reach up and push some of his hair out of his face.
Kaeya is the type of lover who could be into some of the kinky things, but he says the most sweetest things you can imagine.
Like sure you're folded in half, crying, overstimulated and he's telling you how good you are, how sweet you are, he adores you, and "just a bit longer, okay? it's okay, shhh."
his aftercare is nothing to scoff at 'cause he would make sure you feel pampered and adored. if he's not drawing up a bath for you, he's tending to any bruises or injuries you have. whatever you need, really. because he can throw a lot at you.
cw: minors dni, light Dom/sub, useage of "good girl", suuper mild pet play, overstimulation, Kaeya is a meanie, AFAB reader. self indulgent.
do not repost elsewhere, do not use for a-i. blank blogs and minors dni.
Imagine sitting on Kaeya's lap, facing him and your arms around his shoulders as you bury your face into his chest. Imagine one of his hands resting on your back as he does paperwork late into the night.
Imagine grinding your aching folds against his thigh as he easily ignores you, maybe even guides you a bit on pressure. He is totally unaware of your messy hair, teary eyes, flushed face and the wet stain on his pants. Of course, if you stop, he gives you a little pinch and scolds you. He didn't tell you to stop - so you whine a bit and continue to hump and grind against his thigh.
Of course, Kaeya isn't so unkind as to ignore you - he reaches down to play with your clit that gets you to jostle and whine.
"Please, Kaeya." you rasp, after feels like hours of this. You ache, you're on edge and you're so hot. Your legs quiver and like the meanie he is, he simply chuckles at your desperation. "Please."
"Please what, love?" He coaxes as he lifts his leg a bit so there's more pressure against your slick, hurting folds. You whine as you try to get relief from such a feeling. "It's only been an hour and a half. Surely you're more patient than this?"
You know this is affecting him as well - the bulge in his pants tells you this much. Kaeya peppers tender kisses on your cheek, capturing your lips briefly, and nips at your neck.
"Perhaps you'd like to sit in my lap instead? Be a good girl and stay as still as possible-"
"No!" You blurt out, frustrated tears pricking at your eyes. "Kaeya, please."
"Love, I'm busy working on some paperwork." It's an echo of this morning, you think. You had teased him quite a bit before taking off to work, leaving him high and dry. And you knew he's get you back for it - but you didn't think it would be in the meanest way possible. Humping his leg with no relief, orgasming doesn't end it, and you have to keep doing it, regardless. You are oversensitive and overwhelmed.
But this doesn't stop until you tap out.
While the thought of sitting on his cock makes you gush a bit, you know he'll just drag it out even more. And you know he'll take you apart, piece by piece with a smile on his handsome face. He'll degrade you in the sweetest way possible and he's just so - mean.
"C'mon, get moving." he chides, gently. "I'll be done soon, I promise. I'll even help you a bit."
With a shuddering a whine, you force yourself to continue - hips weakly moving against his thigh, his fingers working deftly against your clit. At least until you're nicely edged and moaning, stuttering out half curses when he pulls his hand away, ruining your orgasm in the process. His hands guide your hips more directly now, he doesn't care about the menial work in front of him (he's been done for the last twenty minutes).
"Such a good girl for me, aren't you?" You nod and he smiles. "We'll be done soon, I promise." His hands are pulling off your top. "Just a little bit longer, okay?" You nod again, clinging tightly to him and burying your face into his chest. He hums in approval, moving between rubbing your back and stroking your hair.
You know Kaeya will give you mercy soon - at least, you hope.
cw: depression mention, anxiety mention, no pronouns used but reader is given affectionate terms, warnings for diluc's past, honestly this is just written for my own self comfort and indulgence so mild ooc warning. mdni, blank blogs dni. reader is not the traveler, reader has an electro vision. fluff. very corny. i have writer's block so pls forgive me.
Kaeya is woken up by you a few nights in a row now - he knows how quiet you try to be when you crawl out of bed as he has long mornings, days, and sometimes even nights. still, the bed is always too empy without you and the minute you leave, he considers getting up to follow you. But he understands your need to be left alone.
It's only when you don't come back to bed that he's getting up, hardly caring about being robed as he joins you in the living room, where you've tucked yourself away.
Puffy eyed and staring at the purple gem.
Ah.
"Shall I make you the cocoa you love?" You shake your head. "Okay, what would you like?"
"Just sit with me." So he does, and you lean into his arms. He wishes he could shield you forever from the pain of the world, take it all away and be your knight in shining armor. But he can't always do that. So he kisses the top of your head and murmurs things he hopes helps.
Sleepless nights are not uncommon in this household at all.
Neuvilette is somehow both surprised and not too surprised to see you outside so late at night - eyes straining in the dim street lighting to read your book. When he prompts about it, you merely shrug.
"It's a good book." you simply say. "Care to join me, Monsieur Neuvilette?"
"I would be honored." Your smile is lovely as he sits down in the metal chair that is, quite frankly, uncomfortable. "It is late, are you alright?"
"'m fine, got my book." You nod to the book you aren't actually reading. "Couldn't sleep, so...came out here. I like it when it's night time. Everything is so calm and quiet."
He gets it - the bustling city of Fontaine, the hectic schedule of an overworked journalist. You're doing your best and that's all he can tell you.
"But if you don't mind....I do like the company of another." So your thoughts don't wander, so you don't feel like you'll breakdown again.
"I shall stay for as long as you need."
Diluc is no stranger to sleepless nights, in fact, he's quite uses to them. Thoughts of his past linger too closely to him, they return in sensory - biting cold, a loud voice, flames that burn too hot.
And tonight, you're tossing and turning - tonight, you're struggling with anxieties about things neither of you can control.
"Wanna go for a walk?" Your voice breaks the air - tired. Exhausted.
"Yeah."
He feels like a kid again - sneaking out, and walking around the manor's grounds under a starlit sky.
"Nightmare again?"
"Nothing to worry about, my beloved." Diluc lets out a heavy sigh. "What about you?"
"Ugh, just can't sleep much these days." He understands and beckons for you to follow him - it's a spot where he and Kaeya used to hide out late at night. "You know how it is. I worry for you."
"My beloved, I always come home.
"I know." you mumble as he pulls you into a tender hug. "Archons, Diluc, I have nightmares about losing you."
"I know, I know. I'm here." Diluc hushes. "I'm here now."
"For how much longer?" You cling to him tighter and you both stay, hidden in this field until Adelinde calls for breakfast. Diluc doesn't get the chance to answer as you pull away to head back to the manor, the conversation dying.
For the rest of time, he thinks, as he follows you back. I promise.
