SUMMARY: You play with Diluc, your catboy, after coming home from a stressful day.
WARNING(S): Sex toys, orgasm denial, teasing, edging
CHARACTER(S): Diluc
AUTHOR'S NOTE: this probably isn't as wholesome and sfw as the anon was imagining lmao sorry i got carried away
You pushed open your front door, sighing as you shrugged off your jacket and hung it on the coatrack. It had been a rough day at work, and you were tired.
"Meow." Diluc lifted his head, gazing at you from the couch. "Hi, (y/n)." He sat up, the bell on his collar jingling, his ears twitching.
"Hey," you murmured, walking over to sit down on the couch and pat him. He nuzzled against your hand, his red ears and hair soft and fluffy. You scratched his ears and tickled him under his chin, listening to him purr. "Were you a good boy today, Diluc?"
He nodded, laying his head in your lap. You patted his head vigorously, rubbing him between the ears. "Good."
Diluc looked up at you with adorable, hopeful eyes as you pulled your hand away. You gave him a half-hearted smile, your mind still lost in the stress of your day. He pawed at you, and you draped an arm around him.
Diluc mewled sadly, sitting up and cupping your face in his hands. His ears twitched. "(Y/n)? Are you okay?"
You smiled at the sight of him. "Don't worry about me. Do you want to play for a bit?"
Diluc's tail stood straight up, the fluffy red tip twitching happily. "Meow!"
You picked up the cat wand from the coffee table, dangling the end in front of Diluc's face. "Mmmrrh..." He grabbed it and hugged it to his chest. You gently pulled it away, letting the little toy sway in the air. Diluc caught it again, his tail swishing back and forth as he held the end of the wand. "Meow."
You laughed, watching Diluc's eyes cross in the effort to look at the little toy. He grinned at you happily, his ears twitching. "Come here, Diluc," you said softly, opening your arms for a hug.
Diluc crawled into your lap, purring. You raised your eyebrows as you felt something hard brush your thigh. "Oh? What's this?"
Diluc froze, pulling away and glancing at you sheepishly. "Uh..." He tucked his hands between his thighs in an attempt to hide how hard he was, blushing furiously. "I... uh... meow..."
"Don't be shy." You smiled, patting his head. Diluc purred softly. "Do you want to?"
Diluc nodded eagerly, his tail curling and uncurling behind him. "Meow!"
"Come here, then." You reached for the boxes hidden under the coffee table, pulling out a vibrator.
Diluc's eyes widened as you reached for his pants and pulled them down, revealing his hard cock. You turned on the vibrator and pressed it against Diluc's slit, slowly circling it around his glistening tip. Diluc whimpered softly, his tail shuddering as you began to slide your hand up and down his shaft.
"Mmmrh... nnngh... mmm..." Diluc moaned softly, his eyes growing soft. "A-Ah... (y/n)..." You watched him tremble, his tail winding around your arm. "Mmmm..."
He shuddered as you turned the vibrator up to its maximum setting, sliding it up and down his slit. "A-Ah... (y/n)... r-right there... please..." He moaned softly, grabbing your wrist and holding it in place. "Ah... mmm..." You held the vibrator in place, watching his expression. His ears twitched adorably, curling in. "Ah..."
Diluc's whole body suddenly stiffened, his breath coming in short, quick pants. He squeezed his eyes shut, his tail whipping from side to side. "Ah—(y/n)—I'm gonna—ah—"
You turned off the vibrator.
"Meow?! Mmmmrf?!" Diluc whined, looking at you with desperate, pleading eyes. He whimpered, biting his lip and rocking back and forth, his cock dripping precum. "P-Please..." You gently swatted his hand as he moved it toward his cock.
You patted his head, scratching gently behind his ears. "If you're good, I'll let you cum soon, okay? Not yet, though." Diluc lowered his gaze, rubbing against your palm. He whined softly. "Good boy."
You pressed the vibrator against him, slowly rolling it over his tip. "Does this feel good?"
"Ah—yes—mmm—ah—ahh—" Diluc gasped, throwing his head back. "Nngh—ah—ahh—" He shuddered, his eyes rolling back in his head. "Gonna—" He whined as you turned off the vibrator, looking up at you with desperate eyes.
"Now, now, I said you couldn't cum yet," you scolded, tapping him on the nose. "Not yet." Diluc whimpered.
You edged him a few more times, always stopping before he could find relief. Diluc tried to hide his building orgasm, but you could tell when he was close. As you edged him more and more, he became worse at hiding his climax, eventually giving up altogether.
"Mmmrh!" Diluc jerked away from the vibrator, whimpering. "Please..." His cock was drenched in precum, his tip throbbing. Some of the clear fluid had dripped between his thighs, staining the throw rug on the couch. You gently pressed the vibrator against his tip, and Diluc arched his back, sobbing.
"So cute," you murmured, watching him squirm. You pulled the vibrator away, and he wailed, curling into a ball. Diluc pressed his knees together, thrashing.
"Good boy." You gently touched the vibrator to his slit, turning it to the highest setting but barely brushing his skin.
"Ah—no more—please!" Diluc cried out, his tail whipping back and forth. "Please!" He couldn't stop himself from shuddering. "Please..."
"Do you want to cum?" you asked, still circling Diluc's tip with the vibrator. You gently lifted his head, taking in the sight of his flushed, tear-stained face, his eyes hazy with lust.
He nodded frantically. "Yesyesyes pleasepleasepleaseplease—"
"Okay," you whispered in Diluc's ear, gently stroking his head. He purred with relief as you pressed the vibrator against him. You were having trouble holding it in place; his cock was slick with precum, and it didn't help that he couldn't stay still. But Diluc was so close, it didn't really matter anyway.
"AH—" Diluc let out a hoarse cry as he finally came, long ropes of white spurting out of his cock. He came all over the vibrator and your hands, throwing his head back in bliss. He whimpered as he came down from his high, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.
You lifted your arm, licking some of his cum off your wrist. "Good boy, Diluc." You sat down, and he curled up in your lap, purring softly as you stroked his ears. "Such a good boy."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The idea of buying tentacles was inspired by the 18+ manga series "Your Neighborhood Tentacle Shop" by Okunoha!! Go check it out~
"Childe, come here~" you sang. "I have a surprise for you, darling."
You heard him come down the stairs. "What's up, (y/n)?" He appeared in the doorway, as handsome as ever. "What's that you're holding, dear?" He nodded at your hand.
You smiled. "Remember how you said you wanted to try out some tentacles?" Childe's eyes widened. "Well, I bought some." He came closer, wrapping his arm around your waist as he peered at the fist-sized bag, gently tugging it from your hand.
"Whoa. This is a thing? Thank you, (y/n)." He kissed you on the cheek. "So... how do these work?" Childe asked curiously, reading the instructions on the bag of little red capsules. "Oh wait, here we go. 'Dissolve capsules in hot but not boiling water and wait until tentacles begin to squirm. Starting with 3 or less is highly recommended for beginners.' I didn't know these were real. Why three, though?"
"Probably because, y'know, beginners. But maybe you should use more than that," you teased. Childe raised an eyebrow at you, his eyes sparking with amusement. "What? You have pretty good stamina." You flicked his nose playfully.
"You kinky bastard. You just want to watch the show." Childe ripped open the top of the bag and shook at least ten pills into his palm. He picked one up and rolled it dubiously between two fingers, examining the shiny red gelatin shell. "You sure I'll enjoy this, (y/n)?"
"Yep." You smiled at him as you filled up a small cooking pot with heated water. "And so will I."
Childe blushed furiously as he dropped the handful of capsules into the water, avoiding your gaze. "Whoa—" He leaned in, watching the capsules dissolve in the water, revealing little pale pink tentacles that began to absorb the water and grow in size. They began to writhe in the pot, splashing water around as they expanded. "O-Okay, that's actually pretty... big..." He shifted his legs, biting his lower lip. "T-That would probably feel... really good..."
"Are you looking forward to this?" you asked him, smiling as you saw the tent in his pants. Childe nodded, his face adorably red. He fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. "Then strip."
"H-Here?" he said incredulously. "In the kitchen?"
"Yep. It's easier to clean up," you explained. "And why not? Look, they're already raring to go." On the counter, the tentacles squirmed around eagerly.
Childe didn't need any more convincing. He began to pull off his jacket and pants, letting them fall to the floor and revealing his cock, already hard and throbbing slightly.
"Good boy," you said approvingly. "Go sit down over there." You grabbed a tentacle with both hands, marveling at the slimy-slick texture as you lifted it out of the bowl. You walked toward Childe, smirking as you saw how his cock was already dripping with precum. "Such a horny little slut." You dropped the tentacle onto him.
"Mmm—ahh—AHH?!" Childe cried out as the tentacle wound itself around his cock, stroking his slit and pumping his length. "Mmmmh—ah—fuck, that's good, that's good—AH—(y/n)—" He moaned, shuddering as the tentacle stimulated his cock.
You sat down on a nearby chair, lounging in it. "Look at you, so fucking pathetic. You want more, you needy whore?" you mocked, already reaching for the pot on the counter.
"Yes! More! Please! Please! Yes..." Childe begged, squirming on the floor. "More!" He arched his back, moaning as the tentacle pumped him. "Hah... more... please, (y/n)..."
You laughed, reaching into the pot and dropping a couple of the thicker ones onto his thighs. "Have fun, slut." The new tentacles wound around his thighs, holding them apart and gently sliding up and down the sensitive skin.
"Ah—nnngh—AH—hah—AH—" Childe wailed as the tentacle rubbed the tip of his cock, his legs trembling. He thrashed on the floor, arching his back. "Gonna cum—gonna cu-um-mmmngh—" Cum spurted out of his cock, landing on the floor between his legs. He threw his head back, panting. "Mmm—ah—ah—more... please..."
"You fucking slut. Begging already aren't you? Begging like a dog," you sneered, tossing the rest of the tentacles onto his shuddering body. "Well, here you go." They began to move over him, making him moan loudly.
"Ah—fuu-uuck—ah—" Childe groaned, his knees shuddering. The tentacle pumped his overstimulated cock, making him wail. "Nngh—just came—ah—" He squirmed on the floor.
"Well, this is a good view," you noted, idly twisting the bag of tentacle capsules between your fingers. "Maybe I should add more. How many is that? Ten? Oh my, you're such a dirty little slut."
"Y-Yes, your slut, I'm your little toy," Childe whimpered as one of the tentacles wound around his wrists, holding his arms in place. "I'm just your—ah—hah—WAIT—" He jerked around the tentacles began to lube up his hole, trailing over his rim before dipping in. It slowly pumped in and out of him before speeding up and brushing his prostate. The tentacles began to pump his cock again, using his cum as lube.
"Ah—mmmh—AH FUCK YES RIGHT THERE YES MORE MOREMOREMORE—" Childe screamed in pleasure as the tentacles began to overstimulate him. He sobbed and thrashed, tears running down his flushed face. "MORE MORE FUCK YES PLEASE—" he cried as he came again, his eyes rolling back in his head as white spurted all over his thighs. "FUCK YES MORE—" He looked at you with crazed, pleading eyes.
"Maybe I should just leave you here for a bit," you mused, getting up from the chair. "Have fun, dearie."
"No! Don't—ah—AH—go," Childe begged. "Play—nnngh—with—me—ah—please..." He squirmed over to you, clutching your leg and looking up at you adorably. "Please... I'm your little toy... look at me, please..." He gasped, doubling over as he came again, his face softening as the pleasure surged through his body. "More..." His eyelids fluttered, and he collapsed against you, his legs twitching.
"Aww, so cute," you murmured, scratching his chin. Childe whimpered, curling up against you as the tentacles overstimulated him without any sign of stopping. "Such a good boy, letting me play with you." You settled back into the chair, watching Childe squirm on the floor, his thrashing growing weaker. He cried out, cumming all over the floor, sobbing.
"More—ah—more, please—" Childe threw his head back, babbling and sobbing incoherently as he came again, his body shuddering. "More—more—more pleaseplease—pleasepleasemore—"
You sauntered over and gripped his chin, lifting up his head and admiring his desperate fucked-out expression. "I'm far from done with you, Childe. Playtime isn't over yet."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: GEO ANON I LOVE YOUR BRAIN also this one's a bit rough and physical, maybe some bruises and soreness the next day but no blood or anything
"Is this all that the mighty Fatui Harbinger has to offer?" you sneered, glaring down at the panting, coughing ginger sprawled on the floor in front of you. Childe slowly pulled himself into a kneeling position.
You sauntered over and kicked him in the chest, sending him back to the floor. "Losers and dogs stay on the ground, yes?"
Childe wheezed, still trying to catch his breath. His face was flushed as he stared up at you. "How..." His voice faltered. "How did you beat me? That hasn't happened in... a long time..."
"Because I'm better than you, of course," you sighed. "For a Harbinger, you're really bad at focusing."
"I... couldn't keep my eyes off you," Childe mumbled. He lowered his head, glancing up at you briefly.
"What?" You stared at him in fake shock, noticing that he was leaning forward as he knelt, trying to hide his... his... "Y—You get turned on by this?" You hid a grin; the aphrodisiac you had slipped into his food earlier today was working nicely.
"It's been a long time since anyone has looked at me with something other than fear or distrust," Childe said softly, his blue eyes distant. You had to admit, he was quite handsome when he wasn't smirking. "That's how everyone looks at me in the end, even if they once liked me. You're the first to not look at me like that." He turned his head. "It's refreshing. Thank you."
"You... You..." For a moment, you almost felt bad for him. When he looked at you like that, it was hard to remember that he was a killer, a pawn.
You hauled Childe up by the collar. He made no move to hide how turned on he was. In fact, he smiled at you, a sweet, genuine smile that made your heartbeat quicken.
"You're disgusting," you snarled in his face, trying not to notice how very attractive he was. "You know how disgusting little boys get treated?" Childe's eyes widened with—excitement?
"You want to be treated like that?" You shook him roughly, trying to hide how you were starting to wonder how he looked beneath those clothes. You let go of him, and he hit the floor with a thud, his face only inches from your waist.
With horror, you realized you were also hard. That hadn't been part of your plan; you'd meant to edge Childe until he could think of nothing else and leave him tied up in this room, desperate and needy.
Childe smiled as he saw how your cock strained against the fabric, his eyes glinting with laughter.
Perhaps you could add a bit more to your plan. After all, the aphrodisiac wouldn't wear off anytime soon.
"H-Hey!" You pointed a finger at him, scowling. Childe's smile widened, and he crawled closer, reaching for your pants. You backed away, suddenly wanting him to... to... touch you...
"Well, if you want it that badly, you can have it," you spat at him. You grabbed the back of his jacket, undoing your pants at the same time. His jacket rode up as you yanked on it, revealing his smooth, well-toned abs. "Suck it." You hauled him in front of you, slapping his face with your cock.
"I—" You blinked in surprise as Childe opened his mouth, eagerly taking you in. Pleasure tingled through your body as his warm tongue brushed your slit. He was good at this, really good.
You squinted, realizing he was slipping down his pants. His cock sprang out, dripping with precum. Childe began to stroke himself, moving his long, elegant fingers over his shaft as he sucked you off. He gazed up at you, his eyes mischievous, and your breath hitched at how cute he looked.
"S-So this is what you do, huh? This is your area of expertise?" you ground out, willing your trembling legs to stay still as Childe's tongue found a spot that made you stumble. You suppressed the urge to throw your head back and moan. "M-Maybe I should show everyone what you're really like."
You grabbed the hair on the back of his head, slamming all the way into his mouth. Childe gagged, pulling his hands away from his cock to push on your thighs. You held his head in place, and he whined, the sound sending pleasant vibrations through your body.
"Fatui? More like fucktoy," you sneered, teasing his cock with your foot. He whimpered. "Some warrior you are." You pressed his head down hard, holding his cock in place with your heel. Childe let out a muffled wail.
"Mmmf—mmmmf..." he begged, tears forming in his eyes. He tried to push you away with his hands. You yanked his jacket off, tossing it on the floor.
"Aww, look at how pretty you are when you cry. Pretty little slut," you mocked, watching him hump against your foot. Precum spurted out of his cock, pooling between his knees. You ignored his muffled cries, noting how cute he was when he was desperate.
"This mouth is good," you grunted. "Your presence is—nnngh—almost tolerable when you shut up." You pulled out a little, and Childe gasped for air, coughing. He began to stroke himself again as you started to fuck his face, his warm, wet mouth enveloping you perfectly, his tongue pressing against your cock.
Childe's breathing quickened, his hand gliding faster over himself. You took the opportunity to push all the way in, and as you expected, Childe brought his hands up, trying to push you away. You teased his cock again, watching him squirm.
Suddenly, Childe's body stiffened, and he moaned, leaning forward eagerly. You pulled your foot away, denying him his release. He let out a muffled scream. You grabbed his wrists, yanking his hands over his head and tying them together with the rope you had stashed in your pocket for this occasion.
"Mmmf! Mmmf!" Childe begged, his cock nearly drowning in precum. He strained against the rope on his wrists. "Mmmf!"
Ignoring his squirming and pleading, you began thrusting into his mouth again, teasing his cock every now and then to keep him on the edge.
Childe whined as you came in his mouth, pulling out after a moment so you could cum all over his face. He squeezed his eyes shut, his tongue darting out to lap up the strands of translucent white trailing across his face. You panted, trying to stand still as pleasure surged through your body, pulling out of Childe's mouth.
"Do you want to cum?" you asked, catching your breath. You rubbed Childe's cock with your foot, feeling him shudder beneath you.
"Yes, yes! Yes! Please!" Childe begged, trembling. He squirmed closer, looking at you pleadingly.
"Really?" you mused, pulling out a blindfold and tying it around Childe's head.
"Yes, I-I want to cum," Childe whispered. "Please, please, let me cum..." He whimpered, turning his head this way and that.
"Too bad." You smirked, pulling out a wooden pole about two feet long. Cuffs were attached at each end, which you placed on Childe's legs, right above his knees.
Childe screamed with frustration as he realized what you had put on him. He thrashed on the floor, his red, puffy cock leaking an unholy amount of precum as he tried to find some release.
You stepped back, admiring your handiwork. Childe's hands were tied behind his back, his legs were kept firmly apart, and he was blindfolded. His cock was swollen and throbbing, and his face was still covered in your cum.
You watched as he squirmed and sobbed. "Please! Please!" he cried, tears running down his face. You stepped closer, gently brushing the side of your foot down his shaft. Childe howled, his body convulsing as he tried to grind against you.
You stepped back. Childe jerked his head from side to side, his body shaking. "Please..." he whimpered, his thrashing subsiding. "I'll do anything! Anything! Just... please... please..." He sobbed, arching his back, trying to press his legs together.
"How about you call me Master?" you asked, wondering if he would actually do it. "If you do that, I might let you cum."
"Master, please, let me cum, Master," Childe begged, squirming in the direction of your voice without any hesitation. "Please, Master, I'll be good..." You snorted, watching him crawl on the floor, still leaking precum.
"Pathetic," you sneered. "But since you're so eager, let's make a deal, yes?" Childe bobbed his head desperately. "I'll untie your hands, but you can't touch yourself just yet." Childe whined. "If you finger open your hole for me and let me fuck you, I'll let you cum."
"O-Okay, Master," Childe whispered. "I'll do it."
You raised your eyebrows in amusement as you walked over, yanking down his pants so they were bunched up just above the leg cuffs. You slapped his ass, making him moan. "This will be fun to see. Maybe I should do this more often." You untied his hands, then stepped back to enjoy the show. "And remember, no cumming until I say so."
Childe squirmed, twisting around so he was sitting up with his legs spread apart. He leaned back a little, rubbing his fingers over his tip to collect the precum. His hands lingered longingly on his cock. "Did you forget what I said?" you growled.
"No, Master," Childe said quickly. He slowly teased his hole with his soaked fingers, whimpering as he slid one in. His breath quickened as he pushed another in, carefully spreading himself. He leaned back, shuddering as he curled his fingers.
"C-Can I cum now, Master?" he asked hopefully after a while. Precum dribbled from his tip, running down his shaft.
"In a moment," you said calmly. "Pull out your fingers and get on your hands and knees." Childe did as you asked, and you smiled at the sight of his hole. "Good boy." Childe beamed.
You slowly trailed your finger up his cock, making Childe shudder, collecting his wetness and smearing it onto his hole. You lined yourself up with him, teasing him with your tip, then slammed all the way in. You sighed at how his warmth wrapped around you, his walls soft.
Childe screamed as you touched his prostate, his back arching and his body spasming. You thrust into him, relishing the way he clenched around you.
"Tight!" you snarled. "I guess this is all you're good for, huh?" Childe babbled something incoherent as you dug your fingers into his hips, pounding him senseless. You felt him suddenly clench harder.
"Cumming, cumming, Master, I'm—" Childe sobbed as he finally came, cum shooting out in hot ropes of white and splattering on the floor. You angrily grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head up, gripping his chin in your fingers.
"Did I say you could cum?" You snarled, pushing your fingers into his mouth. He lapped them eagerly, and you pinched his tongue. "Did I?"
"No, Master," Childe mumbled around your fingers, drool running down his chin. He wailed as you slapped his ass, his hole tightening around you.
"You wanted to cum that badly, huh?" You reached around and wrapped your free hand around Childe's cock, which was slick with his fluids. "Alright, then, I'll make you cum."
"No! NO! No more! Please..." Childe sobbed as you began to pound his hole and stroke his weeping cock at the same time. "T-Too much, too much! Master! Master!" He shrieked, thrashing as you pushed him through the overstimulation.
You came inside him, your orgasm more intense than the last one. You leaned back, groaning as the bliss overwhelmed your mind. "Maybe I should just make you my personal fucktoy," you sneered when you could talk again. "You'd be pretty good at the job."
You continued to stimulate Childe with your hand, his howls filling the room. He came again, sobbing, and you let go of him briefly to tie his hands behind his back.
"Please, please..." Childe moaned. "Master, please..." In response, you picked him up by the hips and began to thrust into him again, abusing his prostate. Childe collapsed on the floor, writhing, unable to move as pleasure and pain surged inside him. His twitching cock painted the ground with white.
You lost track of time, pushing yourself all the way in and staying there when you were tired, never letting go of Childe's cock. He'd stopped struggling a while ago; he moaned softly as he came again for what was probably the tenth time.
"Please..." he whispered, trembling weakly. "T-T-Too... much..."
You pulled out, admiring the way his used-up hole clenched around you. Your cum spurted out of him, running down his legs. His hole was gaping a little from the sheer amount of time you'd spent inside him.
Childe gasped quietly, curling in on himself. You hauled him up by his chin. He sagged in your grip, no strength left in his worn-out body.
"Just so you know, this isn't over yet," you whispered into his ear. "I'm going to do this until your body remembers my shape. We're far from done, pretty boy. Do you hear me?"
Maid Sub!Diluc x Fem Dom!Reader [DYNAMIC SWITCH] (NSFW) - Request
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!
SUMMARY: You decide to try something new, so you put Diluc in a maid outfit and collar and proceed to rail him. It doesn't really go as planned, though [ends with dom!Diluc x sub!Reader].
WARNING(S): BDSM, name-calling, degrading, sex toys, orgasm denial, pegging, oral, anal, overstim, Diluc does a 180
CHARACTER(S): Diluc
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Whoever requested this, here is your Diluc getting railed (•͈ 𓎟 •͈ ) he's so precious
"D-Do I have to wear this, (y/n)?" Diluc said hesitantly from the bathroom. "This is very... revealing..."
"Yes, you have to wear it," you said calmly. "You're my good little boy, aren't you? Now come on out and show me how you look." You heard Diluc shuffle behind the door, but he didn't appear.
"Come on out," you repeated.
Diluc slowly opened the door, blushing furiously as he finally emerged in the maid outfit. He looked adorable in it, and you grinned.
The stark black and white lace contrasted beautifully with his flaming red hair. The dainty little dress showed off his body, and you wanted to run your fingers over his lovely, smooth skin, to explore him, to see the parts of him that nobody ever saw, to undo him until he forgot everything else.
"Ah... does this have to be so short, (y/n)?" Diluc looked down at himself. "I don't have underwear... and... it's really... short..."
Which was good (for you, at least); it showed off his long, beautiful legs. The idea of running your fingers over them and seeing them, maybe thrown over your shoulders or spread apart in front of you, was already making you hot.
"Uh... (y/n)...?" Diluc said nervously. He fingered the collar around his neck, trying to tug down the hem of his skirt.
"Yes, it's short on purpose, Diluc. You look really good in it," you said, realizing you had been staring at him. You casually crossed your legs, trying to hide how much you wanted to pull him down on the bed and ravish him.
"Wait... this... is..." Diluc's voice trailed off as he spotted all the toys set out on a table next to the bed. His eyes widened. "(Y/n)? I... what are you going to do to me?"
You smiled, looking at the things laid out on the table. Lube, handcuffs (borrowed from Kaeya, who had smirked at you knowingly), vibrators, plugs, vibrating plugs...
"Don't worry, Diluc," you said softly. "It'll feel good, I promise. And if it hurts or you're scared, then we have the safe word, okay?" You began to take off your robe.
Diluc nodded slowly, taking a deep breath, his eyes roving over your exposed body. "Okay."
"Lie down." You patted the space beside you. Diluc got onto the bed, still blushing. He looked even cuter close up, and you leaned in to kiss him. He sighed, running his fingers through your hair as you pressed your lips against his. He let you bring his arms up, looping the handcuffs around them. He gave you a little half-smile as he leaned against the bed, and you kissed him on the nose.
You sat in between his legs, lifting his skirt to reveal his half-hard cock. You smiled. "Excited, aren't we?"
Diluc blushed. "A-Ah..."
You leaned forward and licked the tip, brushing the spot that made Diluc's eyes flutter. He inhaled sharply, shifting his hips. "We're trying something a bit different today, Diluc. Don't worry; it'll be good, I promise." Diluc leaned back obediently, watching as you poured lube onto your fingers.
He stiffened as you gently ran a fingertip around the edge of his hole. "Relax," you said softly. He breathed in slowly as you carefully pushed the first finger in. "That's right, Diluc, just breathe," you murmured, slowly twisting and curling your finger. He squirmed a little, letting out soft murmurs.
After a while, you added another finger, pushing them further in and finding a place that made Diluc arch his back, his hands opening and closing as his hole clenched around you.
"Ahh... (y/n)... more..." Diluc whispered breathlessly. "Please... more..." You pulled out your fingers, making him whimper in protest. He watched you look over the things on the table. You found a vibrator that was slightly curved in shape. Diluc moaned as you slowly pushed it inside him, his cock throbbing and begging to be touched.
"Let's see how this feels," you whispered, rubbing the inside of his thighs. Diluc whined. You pressed a second vibrator below his balls, grinding that sensitive spot against the head of the first.
Diluc gasped, his toes curling and back arching. He tried to pull away, but he had nowhere to go. "Nnngh—(y/n)—" His eyes rolled back in his head, his entire body shuddering as you pressed the vibrator against his prostate.
"Oh, my, already saying my name, Diluc?" you said mockingly, arching your eyebrows. "Aren't we needy today."
Diluc's moan grew into a scream as you turned both vibrators on. He bucked and thrashed, but you kept a firm grip on the toy, holding it in place. He tried to push you away with his legs, but you pinned his thighs in place with your elbows, planting your weight on him to stop him from moving.
"Look at you, Diluc," you sneered, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him closer. His head lolled back, lost in pleasure. "So dumb for me. Where's your stamina?" Diluc grunted in response.
His cock twitched, dripping precum. "Oh, right," you giggled. "Let's not forget about that." Diluc looked at you, eyes wild as he realized what you meant. He tried to scramble away, but you held him in place.
You lowered your head, gently licking and sucking his tip just how he liked it. Diluc moaned as you opened your mouth, lowering your head to take all of him in.
"No—too much—(y/n)—(y/n)!" Diluc wailed as you began to suck in earnest, using your tongue to press on all the spots he loved. His hips bucked, nearly throwing you off.
You pulled away. "Aw, do you not like it?" you said, pouting at him.
"No, no, I like it," Diluc babbled. "No, I mean, yes, I like it—"
"Do you want more?" you purred, stroking his shaft. Diluc bobbed his head up and down, his eyes pleading. "Say it. Say it for me, Diluc."
"Please, please, (y/n), I want more, please—AHHH~" Diluc moaned as you brought your mouth to his cock, kissing it.
You began to suck on him again, turning up the vibrator as you used your mouth on him. You could practically see the hearts in his eyes as he moaned.
"(Y/n)!" he cried out as he came inside your mouth, panting and shaking. Hot liquid landed on your tongue, and you swallowed, pulling your mouth off with a popping noise.
"Hah..." Diluc collapsed, moaning softly. You turned off both vibrators and removed them. He sighed, looking at you with hazy, lust-filled eyes. "(Y/n)...? What are you...?" His eyes widened as he realized what you were putting on. The strap-on was long and thick, and Diluc stared at it in fascination and mild horror.
"Get on your hands and knees," you ordered, your body throbbing at the idea of seeing him all vulnerable and needy—for you. Diluc slowly lowered his still-cuffed hands. "Spread yourself open for me." He did as you said, turning around and positioning his legs so you had a full view of his hole and cock.
The former was dripping with lube, the latter with your saliva and his cum. Combined with his flushed face and the maid dress, he was a sight to behold.
"You're such a mess right now," you chuckled, lubing up the strap-on.
"Your mess," Diluc said quietly. "All yours, (y/n)." You blushed, and he smiled sweetly.
"Don't get comfy now. We're not done yet," you warned, lining yourself up with his hole and teasing the entrance with your tip, making sure you had used enough lube. Diluc let out a scream of pleasure as you pushed inside him.
"No! No! (Y/n), stop it, please, I just came—" Diluc threw his head back, groaning as you thrust in as far as you could.
"Didn't you say you were my mess?" you smirked as you pounded into him, hitting his sweet spot again and again. Diluc screamed, his prostate still sensitive from the vibrator, and you put your hands on his shoulders, pinning him to the bed.
He let out a loud moan as you thrust into him, touching his sweet spot just right. He collapsed beneath you, unable to do anything as you fucked him. His moans grew louder as he neared his peak.
"Ah—(y/n)—please..." Diluc whispered, shuddering. "Please... ahhh... no more... I-I'll come..." He let out a weak cry as he did, collapsing onto the bed. He whimpered and looked up at you, his eyes pleading.
You thrust in a few more times, pulling out slowly and savoring his little whimpers.
"My, what a good little mess," you purred. Diluc flopped an arm over his eyes, groaning. "Perhaps we can use the vibrator again." You picked it up. A hand shot out and grabbed your arm. Diluc had miraculously recovered.
"How dare you, (y/n)," Diluc growled, holding your hands in place. Your heart fluttered at the mischievous yet feral look in his eyes. "How dare you do this. You little slut." He lunged for you, grabbing you and slamming you down onto his cock without any hesitation. You let go of the vibrator as Diluc gripped your hips and began to bounce you savagely on his cock.
"Mm—ah—so much for—hnngh—just coming, huh—ahhh—Diluc?" you said, your words punctuated by moans as Diluc thrust his hips up, desperately chasing his climax. "You're—hnngh—enjoying this—AHH—a bit much—"
"S-So are—hngh—you," Diluc ground out between his groans, hitting your sweet spot. His hands were large enough for him to simultaneously hold your thighs with his fingers and part your folds with his thumbs. You lurched forward, gasping as one of his thumbs found your clit. "This was—your idea—(y/n)—hahh—" The sound of skin wetly slapping against skin filled the room.
You screamed as your orgasm exploded, electricity zipping up and down your legs. Pleasure surged through your body, your eyes rolling back in your head, and you felt Diluc cum again, hot wetness filling your cunt.
You collapsed, panting. "T-that... wasn't how... this was supposed to go... Diluc..."
He put an arm around you. "I know."
"Your stamina... is crazy..." He chuckled at this. "Diluc?"
SUMMARY: You're a kitsune boy. You're their kitsune boy.
WARNING(S): Pet play, degrading, teasing
CHARACTER(S): Kaeya, Diluc, Childe, Zhongli
AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is kind of a cross between kitsune boy and cat boy but do not question me i have questionable morals
ALSO idk if i can stick to my posting schedule whoops ahaha
°˖✧ Kaeya ✧˖°
"Well, aren't you an adorable little one. What fluffy ears you have. You like it when I pet you, don't you? There, there, what a good boy."
"That's right, my dear. Beg for me just like that. I want to hear you screaming my name. I want to see myself all over your skin."
Kaeya would definitely worship your body and care for you. He loves petting your ears and stroking you and having you around him. He makes jokes about how fluffy you are and how it's like having a pet, only better, much better, and we both know why, hmm?
He'll put a collar and leash on you, and if you beg nicely, he'll let you sit in his lap. He'll tell you what a good boy you are, and what good boys get from their masters. He'll dance his fingertips over your skin, finding all the places that make your body heat up.
He'll murmur soft words into your ear about how good you look and how he's having trouble controlling himself when you're around. And because you're a brat, you'll tease him some more.
He'll smile that glittering, dangerous smile of his, his eye glinting to warn you that you're in trouble. But because you're you, you'll smile back as you grind on him, noticing his breath hitch as he tries to remain calm and collected.
But how can he do that when you look so fucking good?
Kaeya's going to undress you, his eyes never missing an inch of your skin, and gently lower you down onto him. He'll let you get used to the feeling, and he'll savor the little whimpers and noises you make.
And then he'll pull a 180 and leave you breathless as he dominates you aka rails you so hard you're left panting and trembling out of your mind and you can't walk until the next day AHEM
And we both know he knows exactly what he's doing. Oh, he knows. You're addicted to it.
And he won't stop until you're panting and dazed and completely out of your mind, hungry for him, wanting him, wanting nothing else.
Yeah, you're his. For a long, long time.
°˖✧ Diluc ✧˖°
".....Hm. I suppose. If that's how you want it."
"You're not getting away with this. You're mine. Don't you dare leave me. Don't you dare call someone else's name."
Diluc would take some convincing for pet play at first. He would object to the idea because he thinks it's degrading, but he also feels guilty about wanting to do it. He already likes to hold you and nuzzle your ears, so why not?
He would be worried at first about how you feel (he's so emotional inside but he hardly ever lets anyone in, poor guy), but once you reassure him that you're okay, he'll start to give in to his desires.
He'll admire you at first, but then start to get physical and sensual. His eyes will darken with hunger, with lust. You said it was okay, right? You said you wanted to. Well, now he does, too.
He'll get you on your knees. He'll make you beg for it. He won't give in until he thinks you've done enough.
He won't go easy on you, though. Diluc either likes it rough as fuck or sensual and sweet. There's no in-between.
Tonight, though, you said you didn't mind, right? So he'll pound you right out of your fucking mind. He'll hit all the right spots, making you cry out again and again as you beg for more, your tail swishing frantically behind you, your ears curling in, your body arching, crying out for more, begging for it.
Yes, you're his, you belong to him, you don't want anybody else, you're his, you won't leave, just please, let me, you're so close, please!
Don't worry. He'll make sure you do until you're too tired to do anything but fall asleep in his lap.
°˖✧ Childe ✧˖°
"Oh~? Is this the kind of game you want to play, my dear? Well, it would be my pleasure to entertain you tonight, my love."
"Ahaha, do you really think you can stop me that easily? We're not stopping until I say so, my love. But don't worry, I'll make sure you enjoy every second of it."
Childe would happily play along as the dutiful, loving master. He'll coo sweet words in your ears and tell you how very good you are, yes, what a good boy, the best boy I've ever seen. He'll toy with you too, tugging on your collar playfully and fondling your ears.
But if you disobey him... well, nothing can help you here.
You'll see the light go out in his eyes when you disappoint him, replaced with the cold, blank, calculating stare, as if you're nothing more than his property.
Childe will watch emotionlessly as you whimper in fear, your body trembling in anticipation of what's coming next. You never know what it will be; he's unpredictable, a dark storm brimming with lust and immoral anger.
Perhaps he'll tie you up and leave you with a vibrator, disappearing into the other room for hours on end as you cry and mewl and beg for release. Maybe he'll force you again and again, or maybe he'll tease you until your whole body throbs with desire.
Maybe he'll hurt you instead, beating you, degrading you, sneering down at you, his eyes alight with a sadistic glee as he looks down at your pathetic, shivering body.
Whatever he does, he'll have you begging by the end of it, begging for him, promising that you won't disobey him again, promising that you'll belong to him and only him, pleading on your knees.
He knows all the right spots too, knows just how you love it, knows just how to push you until you break, knows just how to love you, knows just how to do all of it until you're lost, lost, lost in him and you don't know if you love him or hate him, all you know is that you want him.
Then he'll flip the switch and love you again. After all, this is the game you agreed to play, isn't it?
"I love you too, darling."
°˖✧ Zhongli ✧˖°
"You look rather interesting today, my dear. I wonder who you are all dressed up for, hmm? Me? Well, what a pleasant surprise."
"If you cannot remember who you belong to, I will be rather disappointed. Do you need some form of reminder? I shall provide one gladly, if you desire so."
Zhongli is more composed than the others. Perhaps Childe has an equal amount of self-restraint, but he has no morals. Zhongli, on the other hand, has a few. Well. Probably. Maybe. Sometimes.
Seeing how beautiful you are right now, maybe it's one of those times where the morals go away, followed by your clothes. His gaze, so animalistic with hunger, will trail over your body, your perfect body, all his.
If you tease him, he'll chuckle and play along with it until he gets bored or needy. Of course, you can't forget that he's the one who's in charge, can you? Good boy.
If you start to defy his authority, his golden eyes will darken, his voice deepening, and you'll know that you're dancing on the line pulled tight as a bowstring, ready to snap.
And when he does finally snap...
Well, you're in for it.
Did you forget that he's not fully human? Well, here's a reminder for you. You're not getting away now. There's no escape.
His stamina is seriously a feat. He can go for hours, literal hours, at a time, until you're so tired that you can barely manage his name, until your lower half is numb and throbbing, until he finally thinks that you've been punished enough.
"Hmmm. You lasted longer than I believed you would. Commendable. Now, perhaps I shall do it one final time, just to make sure that you know who is in charge here."
"N-N-No... p-please... ah... n-no more... ah..."
"Perhaps you should have thought of that before you tempted me."
