A small personal piece I did for fun in which Diluc is a little annoying
Diluc Ragnvindr is beyond tired as he trudges into the bedroom at 3 am. Freshly bathed, he's only put in minimal effort into getting dressed for bed.
You can hear his vision clack against the wood of his bedside table as he puts it down before he's stumbling onto the mattress and under the covers next to you.
Archons, he hasn't even bothered to dry his hair tonight. Wet locks that are getting colder by the second are suddenly strewn against your neck and cheek, jolting you completely awake now.
"Diluc." You hiss as you begin to lightly shiver and flick his hair off of yourself.
You earn a husky, sleepy reply,
"Sorry dearest…" and you feel the mattress shift beside you as he haphazardly grabs for his vision besides him, holding it in one hand after a moment of scrabbling while moving closer to you to draper his other over your resting form. A gentle heat emanates from him as he snuggles up to you comfortably, his hair now off to the side away from you.
What is someone makes (Y/N) cry directly? How would he react?
For all his unparalleled strength, even the Caped Baldy had his weaknesses. His wife was his love and his world so to see her so distraught...it really ate him up inside.
Saitama wasn't too good with words no matter how much he wanted to comfort you with them. So he did the next best thing, pulling your sniffling form towards him and wrapping strong and secure arms around you.
He rubbed your back and petted your hair as he allowed you to simply let it all out. Nevermind that his suit was becoming wet with your tears.
You were more important.
You always were to him. More than anything in this world.
Now that you were facing away from the perpetrator of your sadness in the first place...Saitama mustered up his best glare and poured as much killing intent as possible.
HOW DARE THEY MAKE YOU CRY?! DID THEY HAVE A DEATH WISH?!
The K.I. the hero oozed out was so potent that they immediately ran as if the devil was on their heels. Not that they were wrong however, because had he not been preoccupied with you then he would have probably given them a stern "talk".
No matter.
What mattered right now was you. It has always been you.
"Why don't we go home and I'll fix us something to eat? Then we can watch TV and cuddle. Genos should probably be home by now too"
A.N. An old scenario from when I still took scenario requests. It feels like it’s been ages ago which it honestly has been--
Another first time writing! Hi! thank you! and thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy!
When you were assigned on a mission to a snow village, you had been pretty confident in your abilities to withstand the cold. You had always been pretty good with cold temperatures, and since the mission would involve a lot of physical activity, you were fairly certain that layering up would only make you uncomfortable and sweaty.
You couldn't have been more wrong, and you were now angrily huffing at Genma, who had thought nothing better than to make a joke out of your misery. To be fair, you had been stubbornly denying the fact that you were cold, in spite of your shaking hands and clappering teeth. As much as he loved you, he was not going to give in until you were.
But the jokes were getting old, and now that the mission was over and the energy and physical strain dropped, there was nothing to keep the overtaking of the cold at bay. You were seriously miserable, and you still had to travel quite a long way to get back to the hidden leaf, even just to get away from the cold.
You were stopped in your tracks by a sudden appearance of fabric in front of your face. You looked over questioningly at Genma who had ditched one of his layers and was now holding it in front of your face. You mumbled a thank you as you put it on. Nothing too revolutionary happened, but you felt the wind was shielded a little bit better, and the jacket was definitely warmer than your body temperature at the moment. It kind of felt like a hug.
"You know I love you right?" He huffed in response. Of course, he loved you back, but only after you've gotten home and received a proper scolding, he'd admit to that.
A list of headcanons detailing what being in the mafia alongside Mello would be like written by someone who doesn’t know how a mafia works. Should be fun :)
dude, it’s dangerous stuff. It has been made clear to you many times — by others in the mafia and yourself — that love has no place in a situation like this. If you dated anyone, you would be putting their life at risk, and them yours. Ten times the dangers to worry about. Not even worth it.
So why was he just so damn pretty? No matter how much you tried it was pretty much impossible to stay away. Well, not impossible, but you really really didn’t want to.
And it was strange, but you got the feeling Mello felt the same way. He was usually the one who sent you on jobs (because Rod is the “boss” but lets be honest, it’s Mello who calls the shots), and lately you have only been receiving assignments that were close to home base. Whether it was just you being paranoid or he wanted to keep you as safe as someone in the Mafia could be — you didn’t know. You just liked pretending that it was the latter.
But Mello was a hard person to like romantically — not in a bad way, it’s just that he gets really focused on one specific goal he has set for himself and ignores pretty much everything else. You admired this about him, and you wish you had the same drive and passion he does...it’s just that sometimes you want his attention too.
So sometimes you’d end up pulling dangerous stunts on your job. Sometimes they’d get you into some trouble and he’d have to help (which wasn’t always a bad thing), and other times you would come back with a triumphant grin on your face and the head of one of your enemies on a platter (metaphorically, of course...mostly). Either way, Mello would be with you for longer than usual and you didn’t care if he was scolding you or reluctantly praising your reckless actions. Because he was there, and that was all that mattered.
But sometimes seeing him so invested in his goals can sometimes make you feel...bad, instead of admiration. You don’t like seeing him so worked up over a goal that essentially means that he doesn’t think he’s good enough. Which is ludicrous — you think he’s perfect the way he is.
Which leads you to be a little more affectionate towards him than anyone else. This...can be a bit of a problem, considering this is the Mafia and no one ever gets “affectionate” with anyone unless they want to sleep with someone for leverage or whatever the hell (idk how mafias work okay? Cut me some slack here please). Basically, you stand out like a sore thumb.
One time he was sitting on the couch, elbows planted into his knees as he rubbed his temples and you asked him in he wanted to rest his head on your lap. Let’s just say heads turned. He looked at you with those adorable freaky bug eyes narrowed and declined as if you had just insulted him. Which, given his ego, you probably had.
You never made a mistake like that again, but you did decide to show your love in more subtle ways.
Sometimes Mello would come into the hideout to find that his chocolate stash was running low. Later that day, after you walked past him, he felt an abnormal heaviness in his pocket. Reaching into his coat, he pulled out a bar of chocolate of the exact brand he usually bought for himself. He turned it around, flipping it to each side and inspecting it as if to check for a secret hidden explosive. Finding none, he graciously accepted your little offering and pointedly gnawed on it in front of you later that evening.
Slowly, your “relationship” started to become more prominent. Mello began returning your small favors through subtle nuances of his own — you saw him fiddling with a chocolate wrapper as he sat deep in thought one day, only to find said wrapper folded into a little crane and left in your jacket pocket as you walked home.
The days Matt visited were always the most entertaining. He was the closest anyone could really be to Mello, so it was easy for him to pick up on the blonde’s mannerisms and the emotions that caused them.
He was chilling in the common area, no one else in the room besides you and Mello. It was fairly silent save for the tip-tapping of the keys on Matt’s computer as he worked, and the gentle crunch of a chocolate wrapper as Mello snapped pieces from the candy. You really had nothing else to do, no jobs, no nothing. And you knew Matt was a chill guy, so nothing was really stopping you from taking the straw and it’s wrapper from your to-go cup, placing the tip of the wrapper onto the straw, and shooting it at the blonde across from you with a sharp blow.
“What the hell was that for!?”
“wHaT ThE heLL wAs tHaT fOr!?”
Suddenly the coffee table was being kicked into your legs. Rather than yelling, you started to giggle uncontrollably as you and Mello both started to push the coffee table with your feet, trying to push it into the other’s legs and...I don’t know, break them? What was really the ultimate goal here?
You had no idea, all you knew was that not only were you hyperventilating with laughter, but Mello’s scowl had actually begun to transform into a smile.
The moment you saw the corners of Mello’s mouth quirk upwards in a genuine, childish smile, you knew you were dead. You had fallen hard and there was no going back now.
In your daze, Mello had managed to shove the edge of the table against your legs, pinning them to the front of the couch you sat on. The laughter died down, and you realized that, oh yeah, Matt was still there. The redhead hadn’t even looked up from his work, but a smirk was pulling at his lips.
“So what are mafia weddings like? You throw bullets instead of rice?”
Summary: A night of marathoning Berserk with Jackson, Mark and BamBam was supposed to be uneventful, but hey, shit happens.
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Tonight was supposed to be an uneventful night. Sitting down with a huge bowl of popcorn and marathoning Berserk with your brother, boyfriend and best friend. You were cuddled up on the larger couch with Jackson, leaving your older brother Mark and BamBam to the rest of the room, the younger sitting dead set in front of the television despite Mark’s warning.
The fifth episode of your marathon had barely started when you started to feel sick. You weren’t the type to be squeamish, especially since you had seen the series so many times. But, things happen, and things were happening fast. Heartburn was first.
Guts had already cleaved two men’s heads from their shoulders, blood spraying out. The editing cuts were fast, as per every anime that came out in the 90s, especially the violent ones. You were trying your best to enjoy your favourite show, but the feeling of heartburn made you squirm in Jackson’s arms.
“Hey, are you okay?” He whispered, and you just nodded, brushing off his question.
“Yeah, just a bit of heartburn.” Jackson’s arms tightened around you a little more, and you smiled as you cuddled a bit closer. In those small moments with Jackson, you felt so loved, even in doing something not considered by others to be romantic.
“It’s only one man! Kill him!”
Both you and Jackson scoffed at that, both of you broadcasting the sarcastic commentary of two veteran viewers of the show, in the knowledge that Guts wasn’t just ‘one man’. BamBam was rocking in front of the screen out of excitement, you could already tell that he was grinning out of delight. This was his first viewing, his enthusiasm bleeding into your own, a strange motherly feeling washing over you.
“Wait! It’s… it’s the death of the battlefield! The Band of the Hawk, lead by the White Hawk Griffith!”
You felt bile bubbling up in your throat as the theme song began. “Hey, Jackson,” you blurt out with unease, “can you pause?”
“What? Why?” He questioned. “The episode’s just starting.”
“Nevermind, I’ll just-” Separating yourself from your boyfriend’s grip and standing up to his confusion, you ran from the living room, down the hallway to push the bathroom door open, getting to the toilet just in time to heave your dinner upwards.
“Feel no shame about shape, weather changes no phrase-”
The music was cut off by Jackson finally pausing the show, you barely hearing BamBam’s protest over your heaving. Moments later Jackson was behind you, holding up your hair and rubbing your back. You had already started to shake, tears springing from your eyes. Your nausea hit so suddenly, your heaving dry and triggering a panic attack. You were lucky that your breathing wasn’t that affected when they were directly tied to vomiting.
“What’s gotten into you?” Jackson asked, you unable to answer him. Soon after, you heard Mark enter the room, washcloth already in hand as he turned to the sink to wet it. “You’re usually not squeamish about that at all!”
“Calm down, Jackson,” Mark retorted. “Don’t pressure her.”
“Hey, is (Y/N) okay?” BamBam asked, peeking in from the door. With a deep breath, you finally finished heaving, sitting up and raising a shaky hand to grab the washcloth. Instead, Mark denied you and kneeled down to begin to wipe your face himself. You felt dirty and uneasy, heartburn still sizzling in your chest. You felt hot, but there was a little bit of relief as the cold washcloth was gently dragged over your face.
“With shakes like this, tears and all, she’ll probably need to go to see a doctor,” Mark said. “She has pretty bad panic attacks when she vomits. Come on, let’s go.”
Jackson let go of your hair, gently helping you stand. “To think, you getting squeamish over blood. This is what, your 20th time watching this series? Sometimes I even think you have a blood kink.”
You barely managed to crack a smile at Jackson’s comment. “Very funny,” you retort weakly, fighting back the urge to start vomiting again, picking yourself up as best you could.
“Are we going to the hospital?” BamBam asked, to Mark’s nod and his own dismay. “Awww, I was so excited, too!”
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Nearly an hour and one more vomiting session later, you, Jackson, Mark and BamBam were all sitting and waiting for your verdict. The doctor had insisted that she do a few quick tests, much to your confusion, but you were compliant through Mark’s nagging.
You were laid down in a hospital cot with some warm blankets, your brother and your best friend sitting in chairs around you, Jackson sitting on the edge of your bed. Since it was so late at night, nearly nobody was around, so BamBam and Mark were talking freely as Jackson held your hand.
“You’re feeling better now, right?” Jackson asked. You could see that concern still written on his face.
“Yes, for the fourth time, I’m feeling better.”
“Hungry?”
“A little bit.”
Jackson patted your hand, you breathing a sigh of relief when he finally smiled. “Okay, I’ll go get some more ice chips.”
Jackson got up and pulled back the privacy curtain a little bit, sticking his hands in his pockets and strolling out of the room to get ice chips for you. You spent the next few minutes staring up at the ceiling, tapping your finger against the blanket. You didn’t exactly know what kind of tests the doctor was running, but you figured it was nothing bad since she hasn’t come back yet. You were honestly a bit tired, but unable to doze off due to the conversation happening about a foot away from you.
“Pleaaaase Mark? Please tell me!” BamBam whined, grabbing onto Mark’s hands and showing off those cute puppy eyes that you could never say no to. However…
“I’m not falling for that,” Mark denied quickly, to another desperate whine from your best friend. Rolling your eyes, you waited for BamBam to turn to you.
“Does she? Does she like me?” He pleaded, giving you the same treatment as your brother.
“You must really be desperate,” you comment with a sly grin. “Asking for a sick girl to settle your disputes,”
“It’s not a dispute!” BamBam remarked. “I want to know if Kinsey likes me!”
You rolled your eyes. “You’re probably not going to accept no as an answer anyways,” you remark. “If I told you no, would you believe me?”
“No,” BamBam agreed, “I’d think you’re just messing with me.”
“Exactly,” you remark. “You won’t find out until you ask her. Just put a little courage in that skinny body of yours.”
“I’ve got plenty of courage!” BamBam argued, puffing out his chest. Both you and Mark chuckled at him, you shake your head with a smile.
“Sure you do,” Jackson remarked, signifying his return, the doctor trailing behind him. You whispered ‘thanks’ as he handed the ice chips to you, sitting down next to you on your bed as everyone turned to pay attention to the doctor. She was different than the doctor originally attending you, piquing your curiosity as you popped a spoonful of ice chips in your mouth.
“Hi, I’m Doctor Summers,” she greeted with a smile. “I’m an Obstetrician.”
You and Jackson both looked at each other, wide-eyed and eyebrows raised.
“What?” Mark asked, clearly surprised.
“What (Y/N) has been experiencing is morning sickness. We took your urine sample, and it turns out that you’re six weeks pregnant, congratulations!” Doctor Summers smiled down at you, handing the papers to Jackson, who barely broke eye contact with you to read the word ‘positive’ over multiple times.
“Oh my God,” BamBam remarked, you and Jackson too stunned to speak. “Oh my God!”
“I’m going to be an uncle,” Mark whispered. “Holy…”
“Hey, um, Doctor Summers, was it?” Jackson asked, turning away from you and standing up.
“Yes?”
“Is it okay if I, um… let off a little steam here?”
“As long as you don’t break anything…” she answered slowly, raising her eyebrows at him.
“Can I be loud?”
“Uh, with… within reason.”
“WAHOOO!!!!” Jackson’s signature excited smile had quickly spread across his face, Doctor Summers backing out of his way, Mark and BamBam scooting their chairs away as he danced around the limited amount of space. He was borderline yelling out of excitement, and you were glad that this happened so late at night.
You were just as excited, but you knew that Mark would pile drive you back into your bed if you tried to get up and jump around as well. You were dancing as best you could in your sitting position, Mark and BamBam still too shocked to move.
“I’m going to be a dad!” Jackson exclaimed, dancing back to you and planting an excited kiss on your lips. “WOOOOO!”
“We’re going to be parents!” You exclaim alongside your boyfriend, kissing him twice, three times. “I can’t believe it!”
“Okay, quiet down,” Doctor Summers shushed you both. You and Jackson both ceased talking but were still dancing as you sat, biting back giggles of happiness. “Were you trying?”
“Yeah,” you admit sheepishly. “I’ll admit that we wanted to keep it a secret, though,” you turn your head to look at your brother, now staring daggers in Jackson’s direction. BamBam was still too shocked to say anything, his mouth hanging open.
“Well, I congratulate you nonetheless. Make sure to pick up some prenatal vitamins tomorrow to start your routine, okay? No more alcohol, either.” She smiled warmly at you. “I can discharge you now if you’re ready to go home.”
“Thank you, Doctor,” you nod your head politely.
“I don’t think you’ll need a wheelchair, right?” She asks.
“No, I’ll be fine. Although… my brother might need it.”
Doctor Summers chuckled. “We sadly can’t issue him one unless he’s a patient. I’m afraid that you’ll have to employ someone to piggyback him out,”
“Well, that will be an ordeal,” you answer with a small giggle, Doctor Summers then turned to leave, waving with a smile.
“Mark, BamBam, time to go home,” you announce. You sit up further in bed. Jackson stood up to help you swing your legs over the side and stand up, but nobody else moved. “Come on you two, let’s go.”
“Close your mouth, dumbo, you look like you’re drooling,” Jackson criticized, fingers now intertwining with yours.
BamBam stood cautiously, his mouth finally closing. “Are you sure she didn’t lie?” He whispered, locking his eyes to your stomach. “Is there really a person in there?” He stood up, tentatively reaching out a hand to touch you.
“Yep,” you reply with a smile, gently prompting BamBam to touch your stomach. “Come on now, let’s go home.”
“Will they start kicking?” He asked.
“Jeez, you’re like a 5-year-old,” you comment, laughing. “Not yet.”
“Aww,” BamBam straightened up to walk alongside you and Jackson, Mark trailing behind slowly.
“I feel like my life is going to end tonight,” Jackson whispered. You only rolled your eyes.
“I swear to whatever exists up in the high heavens, Jackson, that I will end your life if you leave her,” Mark threatened darkly. “You can throw all your ‘Markson’ crap out the window right now if you even think for a second that it’s going to save you.”
“Jesus, Mark, calm down,” you retort. “We’ve been trying for three months now.”
“All the more reason to make sure my threat is clear.”
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The next day, you woke up to breakfast in bed, a nice shower, a treat to lunch and your first round of prenatal vitamins. Jackson was more accommodating for you despite your protests, but you still found it extremely flattering. Later that day, you had decided to break the news to the other group members.
“So, what do you have us all gathered here for, exactly?” Jaebum asked as he gripped the neck of his beer. “You both seem a little more… jumpy than usual.”
“I think I know!” Yugyeom exclaimed excitedly, raising his hand.
“Shh!” You put your fingers to your lips, raising your eyebrows threateningly at him.
“We have an announcement,” Jackson said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you stood before your friends. He was still avoiding eye contact with Mark, who also still seemed adamant on the ‘if looks could kill’ stare at your boyfriend.
“I’m pregnant!”
“You’re what?” Jinyoung asked, raising his eyebrows at you.
You scanned your eyes over the room, Jaebum now mercilessly chugging his beer, Yugyeom quickly standing up to excitedly bound over to you for a hug, Youngjae’s mouth was hanging open in shock, and finally, Jinyoung was grinning, but gripping the arm of the couch so hard that it looked like it was going to rip.
BamBam and Mark were still on another plane of existence, sitting on opposite sides of the room. Mark still hadn’t ceased his stare, but a small smile was starting to show. BamBam seemed excited, but you could still see the shock in his eyes.
“How far along are you?” Yugyeom asked, hugging you so tightly that Jackson had to pry him off you, but Yugyeom didn’t stay separated from you for long.
“Six weeks!”
“Six weeks and you didn’t tell us until now?” Youngjae exclaims.
“We only found out last night,” Jackson answers. “We didn’t want to waste any time in telling you but when we got back from the hospital last night you all were asleep.”
“To think we’re all going to be uncles,” Jinyoung commented sheepishly. “I never expected it to happen so fast.”
“But it’s great, isn’t it?!” You grin childishly, giggling out of excitement.
“Promise me that you’ll name the kid after me!” Youngjae exclaims excitedly.
“I’ll teach them how to dab!” BamBam remarks, standing to join the hug Yugyeom pushed past Jackson for, Jackson in turn pushing past both of them to be the closest one to you.
“If you teach my kid to dab I’ll kill you,” Jackson threatened slyly.
Jaebum finally finished his beer, placing it down on the coffee table, joining the hug that was soon about to become a cuddle pile. “This kid is going to be spoiled rotten,” he says under his breath. “I love them already.”
Jinyoung was the next to join, then BamBam, Youngjae, and finally Mark were a part of the giant hug. You rested your head against Jackson’s shoulder, the warmth and love of all your boys allowing a sense of safety to wash over you.
“You’ll be loved, little one,” you whisper to your stomach. “So loved.”
I'd like to request a certain scenario where fem/gn!reader is busy talking about something and they catch Diluc/Kaeya/Childe/Zhongli ogling them and the reader going "eyes up here!"
This turned out more nsfw than I thought it would so it’s under a cut!
Diluc:
He hasn’t even noticed that he’s been staring for as long as he has across the tavern counter as he wipes down a glass. Diluc has completely zoned out of the conversation they’re having at this point. He snaps out of it and starts blushing profusely when his s/o stands up from their bar stool and waves their hand in front of his face to check his attention,
“Hey! Eyes up here!”
Kaeya:
All his thoughts are clouded with the want to just pop a tit in his mouth right now in this garden with how his lover is sitting with their cleavage showing so nicely in front of him. Their top is so low cut and how the fabric lays across their skin is incredibly tempting to him. Kaeya finds himself reaching across the table to cover their hand with his own. Y/N smirks at the man in front of them,
“Eyes up here. We’re not done planning.”
Tartaglia:
Leaning towards him like this with their top so low cut was going to be his death. A slow painful one at that. Childe could barely even register what his lover was saying to him as he just nodded and hummed in agreement. He didn’t even notice when they stopped talking to see how long he would keep staring in silence. After a few minutes their voice could be heard sharply,
“I know that you know where my eyes are. Now bring them up here.”
Zhongli:
The man in front of them hums approvingly as he sits with his arms folded across his chest and tries not to stare so obviously down towards his lover’s own chest. He’d like nothing more than to just softly embrace the person in front of him, maybe rest his head on their shoulder while gently toying with their chest? Y/N notices his watchful gaze at this point and chuckles,
hi i hope this is okay but what about xiao/albedo (your choice really heh-) fingering f!reader in front of a mirror since she was feeling down and insecure that day so he decides to show his love for her<3
Oh I think this is sweet. Back at it again with the late night posting. Under a cut!
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Xiao:
The man beside Y/N can't stand when she feels down about herself. Pulling her gently to the mirror from where she lays naked on the bed he sits her down and looks her dead in the eyes from beside her,
"Listen. I know I'm not the best at this… but you mean everything to me. Please look at yourself in the mirror during this tonight."
He leans his head against her shoulder to avoid meeting his own gaze in the mirror, he wants to not look as desperate as he feels as his fingers creep downwards to her pussy. Xiao whispers sweetly,
"I want you to see yourself how I do. You're so beautiful to me when you're feeling good…"
Albedo:
He's confused by how Y/N can feel so badly about herself, one of his hands trailing down her stomach until he can squeeze her thigh and the other coming to rest on the small of her back. It's not long before he's pulling her to her feet and bringing her over to the full length mirror. Before long he's knuckle deep inside her, taking his sweet time scissoring his fingers and circling her clit with his thumb.
He's relishing in how her cunt twitches around his digits whenever his fingertips rub against her g spot when he curls his fingers inside. It's like a reward when he finds himself dwelling on it so often.
"Keep looking at us. I can't get over how much you look like art on display like this."
Meant to post this yesterday but i fell asleep so happy valentine's day post instead! I attempted to make this gender neutral with the body type so please forgive me if some parts sound off! Under a cut:
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Y/N shifts around needily under Diluc, his well lubed fingers being not enough touch anymore for the eager person underneath him. Threading their fingers through his loose wild locks of hair they guide his mouth down to theirs for a slow, sensual kiss. Chest pressed to chest, he curls his digits ever so gently against a spot that makes Y/N sigh and shift their hips upwards for more. The man kisses their lips so sweetly as he removes his fingers only to apply a generous amount of lube to his length before gently maneuvering between his lover's spread legs and positioning himself accordingly. Lining up, he teases himself along their skin and deepens his breathing before lowering his body to theirs to continue that sweet closeness of before.
His slick cock presses past the opening of their hole easily, their body practically pulling him in on it's own. He involuntarily gasps against Y/N's lips as he slides in further, trying to get as much skin on skin contact as possible in this position. Pressing gentle kisses along the line of their jaw while they hum in appreciation, leading up to their ear, Diluc bottoms out finally and takes his time holding still just to feel Y/N snug around his length.
The faint twitching of his cock inside them is impossible to ignore and they find themself chuckling and smoothing their hands along his arms at how that feels combined with the tickling sensation of his breath against the sensitive spot under their earlobe. He holds them so close underneath him, hands splayed under their back desperate for sweet touch as he rocks back and forth steadily inside them.
