Tmstarzz

"𝙊𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙮.ᐟ 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙤𝙣𝙚.ᐟ"

[tmstarzz]

ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐

"𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎?"

༊࿐ ͎. ｡˚ ° ⊹ ˚.

ʬʬ Ash / Dawn ᵎᵎ 𓈒. Writer ⌣

⿻ Fluff, Smut, Angst, Etc. ✧ She/her , ૮꒰✘ ˕‹̥̥̥ ꒱ა. ﹒

𓎟𓎟 Carrd . Master list (coming soon?)

[tmstarzz]

“In sickness, and in health.” - A Diluc X reader fluff oneshot

Apriluc day 1: caretaker (except you’re his stubborn spouse..)

Reminder: I won’t be doing every single day of apriluc, but I will try my best to do as many as I can 🥹

Word count: 1,196

CW: vomiting, illness, food poisoning

Warning: This may not be your cup of tea! If you don't like it, then don't read it (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ‹𝟹 I apologize for any mischaracterization as well as any grammer or spelling errors. Thank you for reading 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

You and your husband Diluc had been married for a little over half a year. At this point in the marriage, congratulations had simmered and the term ‘newly-weds’ was packed away.

Months had passed, and his vows were burned into your memory, replayed when you needed a reminder of his love the most. Yet one section stuck out most at the moment.

“For eternity, I will love you. In sickness, and in health.”

And now, it was time to put that to the test.

You were sat in front of the toilet, hands braced on either side of the seat while your stomach emptied whatever contents it held from last night. Diluc held your hair up in a makeshift ponytail with one hand, while holding a small glass of cold water with the other.

“My love, you cannot go to work in these circumstances. I won’t allow it.” Diluc argued, though his voice contained more concern than demand.

You ran a hand through your already tousled hair, “I can’t—cough—I already took Friday off.”

“That means nothing. You will take the day off. I’ll even call your boss myself if you need me to.” Diluc retaliated.

You rolled your eyes, yet kept silent till the nausea resided. Before you could even stand, Diluc had pulled you up and into his arms.

“Diluc—! I can stand perfectly fine!” You exclaimed.

“Just because you can doesn’t mean you should. Your body is in critical condition, and you are in no shape to put any strain on your muscles.” He explained, tightening his hold on you, “You’ve cared for me plenty of times, why must you be so stubborn once the tables are turned?”

You let out an irritated huff of air, even while your body betrayed you by relaxing in his hold.

He carried you to your shared bedroom, laying you down on the plush comforter as if you were made out of spun glass.

“I’ll be back. Don’t move an inch.” Diluc sighed, giving you a look as if to say, ‘I know you won’t do what I ask, but it would be greatly appreciated if you listened just this once.’

He patted the comforter before walking back to the bathroom. The quiet sounds of the faucet turning on for a few seconds, then off echoed. Diluc soon came back with a freshly damp washcloth in hand.

“Diluc, I don’t need all this...” you protested, running a hand down your face.

“You’re right, you don’t need it. But I’m giving it to you because it will help.” Diluc insisted.

Despite his stern tone, he laid the cool cloth across your forehead with the gentleness he’d always longed to show. “See? Doesn’t that feel better?”

You stayed silent for a moment, crossing your arms and turning your head away in a weak attempt at defiance. “This is ridiculous.”

Diluc scoffed, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Yeah, well, I guess you just married a ridiculous man.”

He reached out, thumb brushing your feverish cheeks. “Whine all you want, I’m not going anywhere.”

You let out another huff, turning your face to the other side as if the left side was more convincing than the right. The movement made your stomach lurch violently, a small whimper escaping before you could stop it, your body finally relaxing in surrender.

“There. That’s what I thought. Now, drink. Small sips will suffice.” Diluc urged, holding the cold glass of water from earlier to your dry lips.

You drank grudgingly, glaring at him over the rim of the glass.

Silence settled over the room as he made phone calls quietly. One being a trusted nearby doctor's office, making an appointment for tomorrow morning. While the other was a phone call to your boss excusing your absence. His voice stayed calm yet stoic. A tone that silenced objections and kept voices from being raised.

You had tried to get up twice. Once to “check emails,” and another claiming that you felt better. Both times Diluc guided you back into bed, tucking you in with that caring firmness that made you both furious and warm inside.

Once evening had hit, you had puked a total of eight times. Or at least tried to puke eight times. At this point, you were pretty much just puking up hopes and dreams.

The sun set over Mondstadt, and the warm, comforting air of summer daylight turned into the brisk, cool breeze of summer nightlight.

Diluc had been attempting to feed you at least something so you weren’t empty, yet it seemed every time you digested something it came right back up.

“My love, you have to try at least one more time. It’s not toast this time, it’s saltines. Maybe these will stay down.” Diluc pleaded.

You exhaled shakily, too exhausted to show any other form of defiance. You opened your mouth anyway, letting him slide half a saltine onto your tongue.

Diluc settled a pyro-warmed hand over your cramping stomach, “If this doesn’t stay down, then we’ll go on a liquid diet till tomorrow morning. Then we’ll see what the doctor says.”

Diluc fed you a few more crackers, then leaned back to attentively watch how your body reacted.

Thirty minutes passed, the longest your body had allowed food to stay in your system without vomiting it all up.

“I’m glad to see that you can hold something down. I’ve been worried that you’d only get sicker due to lack of nutrition.” Diluc murmured, his hand rubbing circles into your abdomen.

Something that Diluc should have just kept internal, because before either of you knew it you were leaning over the edge of the bed, yet again hurling into the trashcan.

“Hm...” Diluc hummed under his breath, “Shouldn’t have spoken so soon, I suppose.”

His hand rubbed your back as he moved to sit right beside your convulsing form. “Let it out, dear. I’m right here.”

Once the worst of it had passed, you flopped back against the pillows, earning a soft “careful” for your husband.

“I hate being like this. All useless and revoltingly sick.” You grumbled.

Diluc climbed back into the bed after taking care of the vomit-filled trash can, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against him.

“You’re not useless. You could never be useless.” Diluc whispered against your temple, “You’re sick. There’s a large difference. And I’m gonna take care of you. Everything will be okay, I swear it.”

You melted a fraction, leaning into the warmth of his touch. “I could’ve powered through this, y’know? Now my team will think I’m unreliable.”

“They’ll think you’re human.” Diluc countered softly, “And if they don’t, then they will eventually. I’ll make sure of that. Now, rest, my love. I’m right here.”

That being said, exhaustion eventually caught up with you. Your eyelids drooped, and eventually closed. And your breathing slowed to a calm, steady pace.

Diluc didn’t sleep. He couldn’t knowing that his beloved spouse was in a state of weakness. He didn’t mind it though.

You were his priority. And you always would be. In sickness and in health.

[tmstarzz]

"𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙧 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛." - A Diluc x Fem!reader oneshot

Kinktober Day 3 & 4: Bath sex (Sorry I got lazy on daily posting.. but this one’s twice as long as normal so hopefully it’s a worthy compensation 🥹)

Word count: 2,509

Warning: This may not be your cup of tea. If you don’t like it, then don’t read it. I apologize for any mischaracterization. I also apologize for any grammer or spelling errors, as half of this was written at two in the morning. Yes, I was drinking energy drinks at twelve to keep myself awake while writting this. I will be going to sleep as soon as this is posted😭. This fic is a mix of literally everything tbh. Fluff, smut, angst. All of it. Tysm for reading! 𝄞⨾🍇𓍢ִ໋

Rain poured down, practically soaking your hair and clothes. It felt almost freezing in Mondstadt, and you were unfortunately about an hour away from your place.

And of course, it was the middle of the night.

You were out with your friends for most of the night, but now, you were pretty much stranded. You very intellectually lied and told all your friends that you had a ride back home, because you didn’t want to be a burden. Spoiler alert: you did not, in fact, have a ride. In fact, your car broke down this morning. But who are you to back out on plans because of a simple inconvenience like that?

Your first thought was to obviously find shelter, but there were no nearby hotels. But you did see something in the distance.

The Dawn Winery.

Your boyfriend! How perfect.

Well, actually, it was more of a hookup kinda thing. But you two talked all the time. So, you prayed that he wouldn’t have a problem with what you were about to do..

You trudged your way through the pouring rain, your dress practically useless warmth-wise.

Ten minutes passed, and you found yourself standing at the front doors to the winery. You took a long, deep breath before knocking on the door.

You heard footsteps leading up the hallway from inside, the door hesitantly opening. You saw Diluc’s tall figure towering over you, his body filling the doorway. His eyes widened as he took in who was standing in front of his manor.

“Y/N—..? What are you doing here? And why are you.. drenched?” He asked, his eyes darting over your soaked body.

You cleared your throat, rocking back on your heels awkwardly. “So.. basically, I lied and told my friends that I had a ride. And I didn’t have a ride. And I didn’t quite realize how far my place was from the bar we were going to.” You explained, “and.. I saw that the winery was the closest thing I was getting to shelter.”

He sighed, rubbing his eyes, “Why didn’t you call me?”

“Didn’t know that I could.” You admitted.

“Well, now you know. You could’ve gotten sick, or seriously injured.” Diluc scolded softly. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. “Are you gonna let me in, or are you gonna sit here and scold me like you’re my father all night?” You asked.

Diluc sighed deeply, his eyes drifting to the side. “Fine. You’re not going to listen to me anyway.” Diluc huffed, grabbing your hand and dragging you inside.

The manor felt like a heater compared to the dark, cold abyss of the night. You looked around and realized that most of the maids were getting ready for the end of their shift. Great. More eyes to stare at your sopping wet form.

“Adelinde,” Diluc called out politely, “Could you please lead her to the fireplace while I grab a towel for her to dry off with?”

Adelinde gave a nod, “Of course. I’ll make her some tea while I’m at it, in hopes that it refrains her from getting sick.” She took your hand and carefully led you to the fireplace. Your body relaxed as soon as you sat down, the chill of the night leaving your skin.

“There you go. Do you feel alright, my dear? It’s rare to see master Diluc so concerned out in the open like that.” Adelinde asked. “No, I’m alright.” You answered.

“Alright. Call me if you need anything. I’ll just be in the kitchen making your tea.” She walked off to the kitchen, her shoes clicking on the wooden floors.

Just then, Diluc made his way over to where you were sitting in front of the fireplace. He carefully wrapped the towel around your shivering body. “Better?” He asked. You nodded your head in agreement.

“Good.” He replied. A moment of silence passed over you two before he spoke up again.

“Your friends don’t seem like much of good people if they didn’t suspect anything.” He muttered, his hand resting on your shoulder.

“Well, not everyone’s as observant as the great Master Diluc.” You teased. Diluc let out an amused huff. “You don’t need to call me ‘Master Diluc’ anymore. I think we’re past formality at this point, no?” Diluc mentioned, looking down at you with a raised eyebrow.

You let out a scoff, yet couldn’t stop the indistinct blush from forming on your cheeks. You knew what he was referring to. The nights you spend underneath him, crying his name out like a prayer on your lips. “I suppose so.” You replied.

Both of you turned your heads to see Adelinde walking into the living room with two cups of tea. Adelinde handed one to you, then to Diluc. “Careful, it’s hot,” Adelinde warned.

Diluc grabbed the cup of tea carefully, “Addie, you didn’t have—“

“Yes, I did. Now, drink it.” Adelinde interrupted, raising a hand to stop him before he could finish.

You giggled at the motherly display in front of you. You noticed that Adeline had always been rather protective of him. And he didn’t really seem to stop her. Not that he really could, but it seemed as if he was used to it. And maybe he was.

A faint smile quirked up on Diluc’s lips at the sound of your laughter. Though he quickly tried to mask it. But you saw it. And it seems Adelinde did too.

She cleared her throat, “Well, I’ll leave you two be. I’ll be in the other room if you two need anything.”

As Adelinde made her way out of the room, you and Diluc were left alone.

There was a long moment of silence before you spoke up, “Thank you. For.. y’know. Taking me in. Most people would have just thrown me to the side.” You laureated.

Diluc shook his head, “There’s no reason to thank me. Why wouldn’t I take care of you in a moment of such vulnerability?” You clicked your tongue on the roof of your mouth. “Some people just don’t care, y’know?” You replied.

“Well, I’m not one of those people. You should know that by now. Especially after all the nights we’ve shared.” Diluc mentioned, his hand traveling up to the side of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

You rolled your eyes, “You sure do like to bring that up, huh?”

“I think I have a right to, Y/N.” Diluc scoffed, “I miss those nights between us. If I weren’t so busy with—“

“Save it. I know what you’re gonna say. ‘You’re too busy for other activities other than your main priorities.’ You say the same thing every time.” You interrupted.

Diluc stared at you for a while after saying that, a flicker of guilt in his eyes. But you knew it wouldn’t last. His duty was to protect what was his. And technically, you weren’t quite his yet. So, he had no reason to put you first.

“Take a bath with me.”

Your eyes widened as soon as those words hit your ears, “What?”

“You heard me. Take a bath with me. We don’t necessarily have to do anything. I just want to make it up to you.” Diluc offered, “Only if you want, of course. I completely understand if you’d like to be simply left alone.”

You took a second to think about the outcomes this action. But you already knew what your answer would be. Didn’t you?

“..fine.” You muttered.

A smile formed on Diluc’s lips as he offered a hand to help you up. “Good. It’ll be good for you, I promise. It’ll help get rid of that chill, too.”

You grabbed his hand, allowing him to pull you up and lead you to the bathroom.

You leaned against the wall while he turned the water on, letting the bathtub fill with water. You could see the steam emitting from the water, your freezing body practically yearning for the warmth.

Diluc turned around, walking towards you. He carefully reached back for the zipper on the back of your dress. “May I?” He asked.

“Go ahead. I mean, it’s not like you haven’t taken it off before.” You teased, chuckling as his cheeks flushed a faint pink.

He slowly dragged the zipper down, watching as more of your soft skin revealed itself. He would never get tired of undressing you. He couldn’t, even if he wanted to. You were always on his mind, even if he’d never admit it.

He watched as your dress hit the floor, leaving you in nothing but your bra and panties (also soaked, by the way).

He slowly took your undergarments off too, revealing your breasts and the sensitive entrance between your thighs.

“You’re beautiful, do you know that? I can’t imagine anyone else standing here in front of me.” Diluc murmured, leaning down to press soft kisses to your neck. You leaned into his warmth, pressing yourself against him.

“Come on, get naked already, stupid.” You muttered, yet did nothing to stop his assault on your neck.

Diluc let out a rumbling chuckle against your neck, taking the next couple of seconds to press a few more kisses down your neck before pulling back.

Diluc stepped back, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his toned chest. You practically started salivating at the sight of it. It had been months since you had seen him like this. Far too long for your liking.

He then reached down to unbutton his pants, pulling his boxers down with them. You watched as his cock sprang out, already hard and aching for you. You tried your hardest NOT to stare, but your attempts were pretty much futile. He knew you far too well.

Diluc grabbed your hand, carefully leading you to the tub and helping you into the warm water. He watched you relax, the water lapping over your soft skin. Diluc settled in behind you, moving you so you were lying back against his chest. “There we go,” he murmured, “You okay?”

You nodded your head. Even as the water lapped at your skin and the scent of him overwhelmed your senses, you couldn’t escape the feeling of his cock twitching against your lower back. It was obvious that he was trying to hide it, yet he knew there was no point.

And, the worst thing about this? You squirmed. A lot. You couldn’t help it. It was almost a habit.

“Mmm.. quit moving like that.” He groaned softly, his hands on your waist as an attempt to hold you still. “Sorry,” you apologized, but you knew it wasn’t genuine. You knew what you were doing, intentional or not.

And when you didn’t stop, his hands moved to grip your thighs. “Keep squirming like that, and I’m gonna give you a real reason to squirm.” Diluc warned.

You giggled, a hint of mischief coating your voice, “Give me a reason then. I’m sure the maids are far too distracted to hear me scream anyway.” You taunted.

Diluc’s eyes darkened immediately, the corner of his lips twitching almost imperceptibly. “You want fire? Then I’ll burn you.” He whispered.

He quickly shifted you to face him, pushing you against the back of the tub. He settled between your thighs, spreading them enough to reveal your twitching pussy.

Diluc ran the head of his cock up and down your slit, watching you whimper as it caught on your sensitive clit. He was teasing you on purpose; that was very clear.

“Diluc.. don’t tease!” You whined, hips shifting desperately, searching for more of that craved friction. Diluc chuckled in response, “Don’t tease? Isn’t that what you were just doing to me? That’s not fair, is it?” His tone was almost cruel in a way, enjoying how you squirmed and whined.

After a good two minutes of listening to you bitch at him for his teasing, he eased himself into you. You gasped at the stretch. He hadn’t been inside you in so long, and you missed the burn of his cock. He closed his eyes, “Fuck, so tight.. have you been saving yourself for our next little session?” Diluc asked, His voice rough yet teasing.

You didn’t answer, too focused on the way his cock was splitting you open. But, you didn’t have to. Because he already knew the answer.

Diluc’s strokes started slow, the water sloshing around you two rhythmically. He savored your whimpers and moans, your head falling back against the edge of the tub in ecstasy.

“Faster, fuck, please faster..” you whined, your body begging for more stimulation.

Diluc raised an eyebrow, concern and arousal swirling in his irises. “Are you sure?” He asked, his hands gripping your hips with the strength of holding back. He knew he wanted to go harder, faster, rougher. But his fear of hurting you was deeper than any desire. “I don’t want to—“

“Diluc, please. I need you to ruin me!” You pleaded, “I need you to fuck me dumb, till my brain is nothing but melted.”

He almost stopped right then and there, processing your words. But he couldn’t. No. You were in for it now.

His hand slid up, wrapping around your neck. His grip wasn’t tight enough to choke, but tight enough to remind you of the control he possessed.

Diluc’a thrusts grew to a quick, sharp speed, his grunts growing louder. “You fucking wanted this,” he grunted, “Take it, slut. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted to be my little fuck toy, didn’t you?”

You nodded your head shamelessly, your brain too fuzzy to really tell what you were agreeing to at this point.

“Say it. Say that you’re my toy. My cumslut.” Diluc commanded, his voice leaving no room for disobedience as he rutted into you.

You stammered mindlessly, barely able to get a word out, “I—..I’m yours—fuck—.. your little—.. little cum..Ah!..slut..”

He chuckled at the way you were stammering and blubbering. “My little brainless girl, begging for my cock while it’s still inside her.”

His pace quickened, your walls tightening around him. “Fuck, you’re so warm. Cum with me, babygirl.” He groaned, his gut tightening.

Your back arched, pure white hot pleasure exploding in your body, gushing around his cock. Diluc let out a guttural cry, your name a faint whisper between your cries and his groans. His semen spilled into your needy cunt, your walls milking him for all he was worth.

Diluc’s chest heaved as he relaxed against you, his cock softening inside you. You twitched and trembled against his body, your bodies molding together like puzzle pieces.

“I thought you said we weren’t gonna do anything?” You panted, a teasing, yet sated smile on your lips.

Diluc huffed out a breath, “Well, I’m a bit of a liar myself. I guess we both have that in common, now don’t we?”

And that, you did. In fact, you both had a lot more in common than you thought you did.

I guess liars just know liars.

[tmstarzz]

"𝐈 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐞." - Wriothesley X Fem!reader oneshot

Kinktober day 2: Solo/masterbaiting

Word count: 714 words

Warning!: This may not be your cup of tea. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. I apologize for any mischaracterization! Thanks for reading! ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🎸་༘࿐

Wriothesley walked into his office, slamming the door shut, the sound ringing out like a gunshot. His body was exhausted. He felt as if he weighed ten times more due to the stress on his shoulders.

Saying that he had a rough day was an understatement. He had a horrible day. He had to break up about eight inmate quarrels, was practically racing up and down the Meropide trying to get newer inmates settled in, and on top of that, he had three piles of paperwork with not a single scratch of ink on them.

He plopped down at his desk, the leather chair creaking under his weight. He ran a hand over his face, a long sigh leaving his lips.

Archons, how bad he wanted to go home..

Because he knew the only thing that would help him truly get through this hell of a day was you.

Your warm skin, your soft hair, your adoration-filled eyes.

Fuck, the thought of you was making him get riled up, his pants tightening against his hardening cock.

He wished you were standing right here, eager and willing to get on your knees. Just as you always were.

He slid a hand down his body, palming his forming erection through his pants. His hips bucked against his hand, an almost inaudible groan slipping from his lips.

“Fuck..” Wriothesley hissed, closing his eyes and dipping his head back.

He had a feeling this hard-on wouldn’t be leaving for a while. And he had to figure out a way to get rid of it. At least before he had to go back out there and deal with the mess that he called his job.

He opened his eyelids, his eyes traveling to the door.

Unlocked.

Whatever. He didn’t have time to lock it right now. He just had to pray to the Ludex that someone wouldn’t walk in.

With a surge of desire, he suddenly tugged the zipper of his pants down, revealing the bulge of his arousal in his boxers. He took one last glance at the door before pushing his boxers down along with his pants, just enough for his cock to spring out.

Pre-cum beaded at his weeping slit, dripping down his cock. He could feel himself throbbing in his hand, begging for release.

He slowly ran his thumb across the head, spreading pre-cum across the pink tip. He slowly moved his hand down his cock, hips twitching as the first waves of pleasure washed over him.

He pumped his hand in a slow, consistent rhythm. His head dipped back against his chair, a faint groan leaving his lips.

“Damn it, Y/N..” Wriothesley gasped under his breath, as if you were actually there with him, “look what you fuckin’ do to me.”

Pictures of you formed in his mind. You, on your knees in front of him, looking up at him with a look of unbridled lust. You, bent over his desk, your needy hole waiting for him. It just made him more desperate.

His pace quickened, his fantasies of you growing more and more lewd. “Fuck, such a good girl.” He groaned, imagining your tongue running up and down the length of his cock.

He imagined your hands running up his body, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your willing throat. His hips bucked up into his hand, his balls tightening as a telltale sign he was close to release.

He couldn’t stop himself. Your body, your hands, your tight cunt, your pretty little tongue, your lips. He wanted more. He needed more.

He imagined your soft lips kissing up his cock, your tongue lapping at his weeping slit, till he tugged your head down and fucked your throat raw.

He imagined your muffled whimpers and gags, tears filling your eyes as you took him as deep as you could.

With a strangled moan, Wriothesley came. White ropes of cum shot into his rough hands, his hips bucking and twitching wildly as he rode out his orgasm.

He slumped back in his chair, chest heaving as his cock softened in his hand.

Archons, he couldn’t believe he just did that. He just came in his office. For anyone to come in and see.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

Wriothesley sighed, running a hand over his face.

“Just a moment.”