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deviousdemonzzz · 3 years

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𖤐 — 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞...𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬!

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Zhongli, Childe, Diluc (separately) x GN! S/o

𝐓𝐖: Dry humping, Biting, Nipple play, Exhibitionism sorta kinda, Dirty talk, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is really long and a bit ooc but brainrot go brrrr

𖤐 — 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐬? 🕯

𝐙𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢

Despite his current physical form - the possessiveness of a dragon and the dominant traits of a God still run deep within Zhongli’s veins. So, it goes without saying that once Zhongli first sees you wrapped up in one of his shirts after a long day of work, that he is quick to caress you with loving touches and shower you with sweet praises.

“Mine, all mine,” he’d rumble, pink plump lips quirking up into a delicate smile as amber eyes would slowly take in your form, perhaps even the smallest of blushes appearing on Zhongli’s cheeks as he took the sight of you swallowed up in his clothes.

In fact, if Zhongli wasn’t the one to hand you his clothes to wear in the first place, he is sure to promote your behavior or silently show you how much he enjoys it. Already picked out lounge-wear to relax in after a long day? Too bad, the moment you turn away your previous outfit is instead replaced with cute underwear and one of Zhongli’s shirts.

Cuddling up next to Zhongli for any reason at all? His hands are already on you, bare and rough fingers tracing delicate patterns onto your exposed skin, his own clothes drawing him to your form like a moth to a flame.

And of course, once Zhongli gets used to seeing you in his clothes, there will always be that small almost nonexistent pout on his lips, one that will only disappear once you ask what’s wrong. And although he’ll be quick to brush it off, he’ll never really tell you that his small fits come from seeing you without one of his shirts. He’s only part dragon after all, he tells himself, he can’t help but love the sight and smell of him on you.

Your bathroom was like those in many houses in the neighborhood, small and almost claustrophobic. It was difficult to stand right where the roof sloped down yet there was still plenty of room for even the tallest adults. But, unlike many other mornings, instead of looking at your reflection in the mirror, hands working to adjust your sleepy face and manage your lovers long hair, you instead found yourself pressed up tightly against your bathrooms chipped sink and glass mirror.

The hands that held you in place were strong and rough, neatly manicured nails digging into your skin as if they too had a life of their own and were begging for you to stay. "Z-Zhongli-" the words came out in the form of a moan rather than a whisper, your lovers hands only holding you tighter at the sound, his kisses upon your exposed chest and soft lips only becoming harsher as you spoke. “Hmm?” it was a simple answer with a laugh to accompany it, Zhongli’s golden eyes not even opening to look at you as you gasped at the feeling of teeth against your skin in the form of a gentle bite. Your chest was littered with them now, hues of faint red and dark purple blooming across your skin where your lovers plum colored shirt didn’t cover you. “You’re going to be late to the- ah! T-to the funeral parlor.”

The next laugh that came from Zhongli quickly turned into a moan as he placed another bruising bite on the valley of your chest, his hands squeezing your hips in an effort to pull you closer to his pelvis that held you pinned against the sink “They can wait just this once.” The words flowed like honey off Zhongli’s tongue, locks of gold and brown hair falling over his shoulders in a way that caused you to laugh as the hair tickled your skin. A rough hand left your hips, long digits gently coaxing your hands to run through and tug on the loose strands of hair that Zhongli let fall away from the confines of one of the hair pins you had gotten him as a gift, the expensive and color coordinated hair pieces rattling against the porcelain sink, forgotten, with every thrust of his hips against your clothed and sensitive core. “Besides, it’s not every day I get to see you like this.”

“Like this?” You repeated the statement with a teasing grin, teeth biting your lower lip in an effort to keep yourself grounded in reality instead of pure bliss as you spoke. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “It means-” Zhongli trailed off, his thick, serpent like tongue licking a wet strip from your stomach to your neck before continuing “-That I never realized how breath taking you look in my clothes, my love.” Soft lips pressed themselves to your then, muffled laughter filling the air from both you and Zhongli as his warm hands cupped your cheeks in an effort to pull you closer, his already clothed lower half continuing to grind desperately against yours in a way that you had never before seen from your lover. “Well then, I’m going to have to wear your shirts to bed more often. Won’t I?”

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞/𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐚

Like a peacock is proud to show off it’s feathers, Childe is proud to show you off to anyone who is willing to look. Sometimes he’s loud and boisterous, his tall and lanky figure practically hanging off yours as he introduces you, pet names and words of adoration quick to flow from his lips. And sometimes Childe doesn’t say a word, but his blue eyes always seem to stare back at the people who stare at you anyway, a smirk that reads ‘you wish you had them, huh?’ morphing on his face, an aura of smugness radiating off him as he allows his coat on your shoulders to do all the talking for him.

Childe never passes up an opportunity to buy you things, for money is something that the young harbringer hardly lacks. However, upon noticing how much you seem to gravitate towards his clothing, Childe will begin taking you out shopping for both himself and you. “Do you like this one or...this one?” he’d ask, his purchases only consisting of the things that you had adored on him and eventually looked forward to taking for yourself, “just say the word and it’s yours.”

Flirtatious touches are common with Childe as your partner, but the touches, gazes, and dirty words only seem to multiply in quantity once Childe sees you in his clothing. “Trying to get my attention?” he’d tease, smirk almost wolfish as he’d stare down at you with those deep blue eyes that never sparkled, “Well if you are, it’s working.” And despite how much you may beg and plead for mercy, Childe will make it his job to embarrass you in public, whines of “I couldn’t help it!” leaving his lips whenever the two of you were eventually asked to leave due to inappropriate displays of affection.

The sensation of burning blossomed across your skin. - Even if the hands that held you had belonged to someone with a pyro vision, their fingertips reaching themselves up to set your entire body aflame, the heat against your body couldn’t have been any warmer. Hot breath against your neck pulled you into a world of euphoria, the tender brush of lips against your skin causing you to shiver and shake on your lovers lap, your hips wantonly grinding and rubbing against the quickly growing member that poked and prodded your most sensitive parts through your clothes.

“If you’re not quiet, then everyone will hear you, Маленький кролик.” The words left your lovers lips with a teasing moan against your ear, Childe’s hands gripping and groping at your ass through your pants, his over-sized coat that you had innocently borrowed as part of your outfit being the only thing to cover the crude sight from the other customers in the Third-Round Knockout. You scanned the area around you for the fourth time, the view from your seat being both the complete dining area and the entrance from which mostly couples entered and exited. You fidgeted, your fingers idly adjusting the sleeves of Childe’s coat as you fought the urge to hide your face against Childe’s neck, to hold him close and let out the moans that so desperately wished to escape your lips. “Tartaglia, please-” you begged with a whisper, eyes shutting tight with embarrassment and shame as you spoke “I-I’ve been on your lap too long already. People are starting to stare.”

“Let them stare. I’m not done with you until I say I am.” The words came out in the form of a dominant tease, Childe’s teeth nipping the lobe of your ear until your body shook with sudden delight, your thighs rubbing against the space in your lovers pants that was only becoming tighter and tighter the more you whined and the more you moved. “You knew what you were doing when you met me here with my coat on-” “Tartaglia, please, I’m embarrassed” “You knew that I wouldn’t be able to resist you. My, my, what a vixen you are, teasing me like that-” “W-wait, they’re looking” “Do you know how much I want to sit there and watch as your tight hole squeezes itself around my thick, hard co-” Childe’s words stopped the moment a waiter came with a menu, the worker smiling and offering you something to drink.

Your heart beat out of your chest at the sudden words, your head hanging low in shame as you struggled to find the strength to say anything at all. But what embarrassed you even more was the way Childe began to smile, dread filling the pit of your stomach the moment you saw it. “What tea do you recommend?” Childe started, his tone sweet and face cheerful as he stared at the clueless waiter with feigned innocence, but once the water smiled at the question, his mouth opening to answer, long fingers quickly gripped your ass once more, the strength and dominance in the action causing you to bite your lip in order to hold back a moan. Simultaneously, Childe’s knee began to bounce, the action causing something hard and hot to endless poke and prod at the most excited parts of you.

“And what about you, sunshine? Why don’t you tell this fine gentleman here what you want to drink” Childe smiled as he spoke, his knee continuing to bounce as you tried desperately to open your mouth and form coherent words that wouldn’t give away the fact that Childe’s hands were now fighting to place themselves on your skin beneath your pants, his actions still being hidden by his coat that you had insisted on wearing that night. “J-just a water…p-please” you breathed out, the waiter quickly quirking an eyebrow up at your tone before Childe spoke again, an excuse of it being nothing but nerves on his lips that caused the water to nod his head in understanding and laugh. But even as the waiter walked away with the promise of returning with your drinks, Childe’s soft voice whispering praises for not being caught in your ear, you knew without a doubt, that it was bound to be a long night.

𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐫

At first, it had simply started with you using one of Diluc’s shirts as a pillowcase, one that brought you warmth and comfort as you slept and dreamed sweet dreams all while trying to forget how lonely your bed was without Diluc at your side. But, once his smell started to fade and his busy nights away from home, away from you, became more and more frequent, your only choice seemed to be to wear his clothing from time to time.

Old shirts, new shirts, long coats, and thick coats are all at your disposal, the maids of Dawn Winery always turning a blind eye whenever a couple articles of their masters clothing just ‘happen’ to come up missing. Even Adeline, despite her strictness, will have a soft spot towards your little habit, only the best and warmest of Diluc’s coats finding themselves neatly folded on your bed and ready to be worn any time you wished.

Diluc himself will instantly become soft towards your cute habit, ruby eyes widening almost comically the first time they see you wrapped up so snug in a piece of clothing that Diluc was sure had gone missing. And unlike the stoic Diluc who everyone seemed to know, this Diluc would be unable to control the ferocious red blush that would inevitably spread across his pale cheeks and the sweet words that would eventually tumble out afterwards.

“Do you like what you see?” The words dripped like honey off your lips, a shiver running down Diluc’s spine as you spoke. His eyes caught sight of his own reflection within the polished wood of the chess pieces laid before him, the stark browns and creamy whites of the ornate pieces showing him a warped image of his own scarlet-red hair and pink cheeks. He had been playing a game against himself just moments before, his brows furrowed with concentration as his fingers spun the board around and around, chess pieces moving to and fro with precision. Dusk had settled across Mondstadt, the grounds of the winery quiet and calm as hues of purple and orange filtered in through the still open windows. In the fireplace a fire roared, several oak logs crackling and spitting hot embers into the walls of it’s brick confinement as Diluc closed his eyes, enjoying the sounds and the quiet evening that was sure to come. At least he was until you walked in only seconds later, a teasing smile on your lips and one of Diluc’s shirts freely open to show both your chest and your torso.

“I hope that you don’t mind” you cooed, “I just wanted to wear your shirt to bed.” Diluc found himself smiling at the words, a rare chuckle leaving his lips as his hands reached and grasped for you, his bright red eyes watching as you twirled and spun teasingly in front of him. “So naughty-” he would breathe, his voice low with peeking interest as the fear of a nearby maid hearing his dirty words left his mind completely. Diluc finally grasped onto your arm then, his eyes never once leaving yours as he pulled you into his lap, the feeling of skin against skin sending shock waves through his fingertips as you straddled him with an eagerness that Diluc was sure he hadn’t imagined. “Just wanted to wear my attire, hmm?” Diluc repeated your words over again, a rare smile playing at his lips as he tried not to notice the way you batted your eyelashes with feigned innocence. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a sight quite like this one. It suits you.” Fingers trailed up your torso as Diluc spoke the words, long and slim digits pushing aside the snow-white fabric that covered the bits and pieces of your chest that Diluc desired to see the most.

A hot, wet tongue was quick to tease the perk buds, a sharp hiss and moan leaving Diluc’s pink lips each time you pulled his hair and gently rocked against his hardening cock at the sensation. “Tell me how much you love it-” Diluc’s words were harsher this time, his tone almost frightening and desperate as he kissed and licked your chest, his lips trailing from places that made you moan to places that caused your thighs to quiver and shake. “Tell me how much you love the feeling of my lips on your skin. Beg for me, love.” you squirmed at the demand, your previous confidence quickly crumbling against the sight of Diluc’s sharp, red eyes staring up at you, his mouth still wrapped snugly around the most sensitive parts of your chest and your collarbone above it. “Not going to talk? Then fine-” Diluc pulled his lips away from you then, your grip on his hair only loosening once you frowned at the absent feeling of Diluc’s tongue on your skin only for swarms of butterflies to quickly accumulate in your tummy upon hearing his next set of words. “Go upstairs and keep my shirt on. I’ll make you do more than just talk.”