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#Diluc Genshin
eroxotckv · 1 day
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crimson hue, you're lucky i favor you
✏ diluc drabble; artist gn reader, jealous diluc, a lil' possessive over u, pining
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"You're drawing Kaeya again?"
The Ragnvindr was almost scowling. The disdain dripping from his tone as his glare fixated on the drawing- then looking away as he huffed rather dramatically. His shoulders were visibly tensed as he slightly leaned his back against the tree, crossed arms tightening. He looked as stiff as an iron statue. His eyebrows seemed knitted together and he was visibly clenching his jaw. And if it weren't for the windy breeze then his red, crimson hair would've matched his stillness.
Ah, you were staring and he asked you a question, didn't he?
"I like to draw different kinds of people." You replied to his statement as you tried to peek into his burning red eyes which seemed to be also burning in no other than jealousy.
You recognized this protective-envious sort of behavior from him. Whether Diluc had ever tried to hide it or not, it was palpable.
The young Master only scoffed in response, refusing to meet your gaze. "And out of all different people you chose that clown.." he muttered lowly
"It's not like I'm talking to him anyway!" You protested, dropping your pencil on top of the drawing of the Cavalry Captain. "I'm just drawing him."
He didn't reply for a few seconds. 'Thats exactly the problem..' he wanted to tell you but he couldn't. He knew he couldn't. You didn't belong to him and he had no right to control your decisions. But that still didn't wash out the fire in his chest. Thus, he chose to be quiet.
Silently, you sighed a bit. You were feigning any annoyance, anyway. A small smile played on your lips at his jealousy. But you decided not to mention it. There's no need to tease him even more.
You turn the pages of your sketchbook- pencil then landing on your work-in-progress Diluc sketch. Instead, you'll continue this one.
As your fingers swiftly handles the pencil, working on the fine lines and details, you begin to stroke and flick across the paper, capturing his portrayal. Needing to refresh your memory of your dear friend, you take a quick glimpse at him.
Only to catch the most subtle yet gentle smiling tugging at the corners of his lips. And if you squint, you'd see the rose colored pink that dusts his cheeks. The sunset perfectly lighting his handsome features.
Guess that lightened his mood.
If only jealous Diluc knew that it was truly him that was your artist's obsession. But he knows he's lucky you favor him. What a silly man.
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ahyuggg · 5 months
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Silly soggy owl ! 🍓
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seineko · 6 months
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minors do not interact!
if you can't tell already, i'm a huge simp for diluc :D
warning(s): smut, implied multiple rounds, wrote this at 3:27 am with head empty only diluc in it
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i am an absolute sucker for soft dom diluc.
i know you already saw a shit ton of posts talking about it, but hear me out. it's such a knee weakening concept.
like the fact that he has a power over you and is still absolutely gentle and soft in the way he demands your control is so hot to me.
and he most probably doesn't even mean it many a times. that makes it even more hot.
anyways, as i was saying:
soft dom diluc.
the one that waits patiently until you inevitably lose your stamina while riding him on his office chair and gently places you on the table that he cleared haphazardly a few seconds ago, or in other words, pushed the contents off of.
the one that praises you for the efforts that you put into pleasuring the both of you and the one that sweetly assures that he is going to take care of it. and that you don't have to worry about it.
the one that is absolutely enamoured by the sight in front of him. his beloved, spread apart on his work table with eyes rolled into the back of your head and candle light kissing your skin, casting a golden glow on it, shining with that sweat that dripped down. just when he thought you couldn't look more beautiful.
the one that requests you for 'one more,' but turns out, it's just a loop. one more is, in fact, never just one more but one more than what you could handle. and having diluc for a partner, you had gotten used to handling a lot.
the one that is absolutely insatiable. so insatiable that he can render you unable to walk for weeks after the sheer number of times he has taken you. the fact that his libido went from practically non-existent, before meeting you, to wanting to lock both of you up in his room and never let you leave the bed speaks for itself.
the one that will make you reach your climax first before he even thinks about his own. it helps him in a way; the fact that he can make you a complete mess under him while he's in control gets him off.
the one that kisses you deeply on the cheek when you're done, whispering, 'i love you,' in a voice completely hoarse.
and the one who makes sure to clean you up before wrapping you in either a blanket or his own coat depending on where you are and cuddles you as close as he can without suffocating you.
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callibee · 1 year
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mondaymelon · 4 months
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Hihi!!! Saw your requests are open and maybe…. Just some cuddling hc or drabbles 🙏
I’m touch starved obviously, but it would be nice with kaeya, diluc, Alhaitham, and Ayato ?
My pookies, they need a hug fr 😔
₊˚ෆ "𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌." | kaeya, diluc, alhaitham, ayato, kazuha x gn!reader
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not very familiar with writing this kinda stuff so added a little bit of variation for each one!! thank you for the request nonnie !!!
[ touch starved genshin men are so... chef's kiss... ]
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Kaeya has been growing busier recently.
With the return of several reconnaissance missions, all sorts of paperwork have been shoved onto the poor man, and he’s spent every free hour away from his desk unwinding at Angels Share, where instead of getting pestered, he’s pestering any person close enough to hear his words. 
“I miss them…” He mumbled to no one in particular, swirling the deep reds of the wine in his glass, pressing his cheek against the wooden counter. His voice denied his dubious sobriety, and his hazy gaze certainly wasn’t helping his case.
The bartender just sighed, clearly fed up with Kaeya’s drunk antics, and turned to the crestfallen man while clearing away the bottles he’s downed in the past two hours. “Your lover? Why not just go see them?”
“...” Silence was the only answer from the male as his mouth dropped slightly ajar, his eye sparkling with realization. That’s right, why couldn’t he? Ignoring the jarring fact that it was well past a reasonable bedtime, he slammed his cup down on the table, before stumbling out the door. The path to your place was well-trodden and familiar, winding along the perimeter of Mondstadt’s walls and a cozy place to all. Kaeya could’ve sworn all he did was blink once or twice, yet he had already found himself with his hand raised, knocking on the wood of your door. There was quiet, then the soft steps of your sleepy footsteps. The door creaked open, and he practically flung himself at your pajama-wearing form, engulfing you in an embrace as he buried his head into the crook of your neck.
“K-Kaeya?” Your body swayed from the sudden weight, and you hesitantly returned the gesture, wrappping your arms around his lower torso. He mumbled into your skin, unintelligible sounds that just made your ears burn. “Hey, you reek of alcohol, just where have you-”
“Ugh, you’re too loud.” His voice was low, breathy, and he slowly walked into your house, closing the door behind him. “I just wanted to see you. Cuddles please, love?” He’s drunk, it’s clear from the red flush dusted across the cheeks and the way he stares, practically mesmerized by the sight of you.
You couldn’t even form a coherent thought, let alone an argument. With a sigh, you dragged his limp self to the bedroom, covering him in blankets and pillows before cuddling up next to him. “Happy?”
“No, I asked for cuddles. C’mere.” And just like that, you’re trapped in his sturdy arms, and he let out a content exhale as he snuggled himself into your form. 
“Warm. Can’t we just stay like this for tonight, love?” ₊˚ෆ
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Diluc always came home late.
It’s no surprise that Mondstadt’s everyday occurrences and trifles kept him away from where he longs to be the most, and the fact that he’s secretly Mondstadt’s Darknight Hero wasn't exactly aiding him in this predicament. He let out a long sigh, rearranging the papers on his desk, and ignored the ink splatters that had gotten on his sleeves. His red eyes scanned the world past the large windows, the sun overhead shining down on the grape fields below. In just a few months, harvest season would arrive, and then the whole estate would be bustling with activity. Just thinking about it made his head hurt.
A walk would do him some good. As work-centered of a person he was, it wouldn’t do him any well to keep himself glued at his desk for countless archon-forsaken hours on end. He stepped out into the hallway, only to pause in his place as he spotted you, glancing around in confusion with a wicker basket dangling from your hold. All questions flew out of his head as he approached you from behind, pulling you into a back hug. “Love, what are you doing here?”
“Diluc!” You perked up as soon as you felt his touch, giving his red hair a light ruffle. He leaned into your touch with a soft smile on his lips. “It’s lunchtime, isn’t it? The maids told me you’ve been cooped up in your room all day, so I figured I’d bring a little something…” You held your picnic basket a little higher so that he could see, face growing red as he remained silent. “H-Have you already eaten…? Sorry, I’ll-”
“No, don’t.” He reluctantly let go of you, but took your hand instead, gently guiding you to the drawing room, where a long couch has been fixed next to the wall. He looped his arm around the basket and placed it on the table, then directed his full attention onto you. “But can it wait?”
You’re not used to him requesting things, and your eyes widened. “S-Sure, but what for?”
“So I can do this.” Suddenly, your back was against the couch, and Diluc was on top of you, his arms planted on either side of your form and effectively capturing you with his own body. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, before leaning his head against your chest, letting out a breath of contentment as he fluttered his eyes shut. Your quickening heartbeat pulsed in his ear. “Do… Do what you did earlier. That… playing with my hair. Please.”
Who were you to refuse? You relented to his efforts and ran a hand through his crimson locks, letting a smile grace your lips at his sudden childishness. “You tired?”
He hummed in response. “Mhm.” Your touch was ever so gentle, and he yearned for it with a passion. Slowly, he reached for the hand on his head and held it, kissing the back of it delicately, as if you were made from porcelain.
“Thank you, love.” ₊˚ෆ
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Alhaitham’s head is always stuck inside a book, that is no understatement.
And now was no different. Even with his duties relieved, it being a weekend, and despite the fact that he’s literally sitting right next to you on the couch, his nose is still buried in his novels, eyes scanning page after page. Yes, you could understand his love for reading, but did it really surpass his love for you? Call it childish, but it had been a long week, and you wanted nothing more than to snuggle into Alhaitham’s arms and listen to his half-hearted complaints. You pouted at the ashen-haired male, who hadn’t even looked up for the past two hours. This had to be a new form of torture.
“Haitham.”
“Mhm?” You could feel your frown deepen as he just hummed a response, not even bothering to look up. In situations like these, isn’t it better to be upfront?
“...Can we cuddle?” Alhaitham’s eyes widened the slightest margin, his multicolored gaze finally, finally shifting upwards to meet yours. His stare flickers as he spots the small pout fixed on your lips, and his own formed a smile.
“Needy, are we?” He said it with a dash of sarcasm, yet set the book away all the while. Uncrossing his toned arms, he glanced up at you with a brow raised. “Why don’t you say please?”
You huffed. Of course, he had to be like this, but whatever irritation you might’ve had was more or less swept away as you opened your mouth to speak once more. “Please?”
And just like that, you’re wrapped tightly in his arms, the side of your face pressed into his chest where you could hear the dull, just slightly faster than usual beat. His hand snaked its way behind your head, and he softly toyed with your strands as he buried his own face into your neck. Alhaitham’s skin was slightly cool to the touch, yet his warmth spread across every inch of you, and all of a sudden, it was hard to breathe with how much overtime your heart was putting in. You moved to speak, but your voice was completely dead, and when you tried to shift your position, Alhaitham’s firm hold on you kept you locked in place.
It’s not like you had any complaints. Even from this unflattering angle, you’re able to admire how long the archons spent crafting a man like Alhaitham, with his sharp jawline and fair skin, and gorgeous, marble eyes that’s colors blended like a painting.
“What, like what you see?” Alhaitham couldn’t even act exasperated, and the smile that’s reserved only for you was one filled with amusement.
“And if I do?” You could feel the flush on your face.
“Admire me all you want, since I’ll be doing the exact same to you.” ₊˚ෆ
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Ayato is a man of many masks.
It’s something that’s needed for the life he leads. A situation that he’s been delved deep into ever since his birth. You certainly don’t blame him for it, it’d be impossible to. That, and that facade absolutely collapses whenever the two of you are alone together. His usual business politeness and mask of indifference simply cease to exist, and you become one of the only people who can see the man as he is, rather than just a political figure that you’ll shake hands with to maintain appearance. Instead, it’s the smooth-tongued and cheeky man who found you when you were at your life’s low, took your hand with a smile, and brought you back to the light. You had fallen for him, and fallen hard. To think that you were his lover now seemed like a delusion that your brain had crafted, but it was true, and it was found in small moments like these.
After a rather taxing meeting with the Inazuman officials, who were busy pressing for marriage between the Kamisato clan and another, you found him snuggled into your arms when you woke up in the morning. When he had joined you in your bed, you had no idea, but you admired the way his violet eyes were shut and how his long, dark lashes curled. You marveled at how ethereal the man was, the beauty mark that graces the skin just below his lips, and his long, silky tufts of light blues and indigos. “Pretty…” Your voice was barely a whisper, so as to not wake the sleeping male, but you already know your eyes are sparkling. “Archons, isn’t it unfair that you’ve given him all the beauty you could’ve given?”
You shake your heads at your odd thoughts, lightly touching his head, in awe at the softness of his hair, and his hazy eyes slowly fluttered open with remaining ebbs of morning grogginess. “Ah, you’re awake?”
Ayato merely smiled, pulling you closer and pressing into your form. “No,” he sounded pleased with himself, too pleased with himself. You narrowed your eyes in suspicion. “I’ve been awake all this time. Seems like you say some embarrassing things about me while I slumber?”
Silence. Your eyes are round, and your mouth has fallen slack as you stare in utter shock at the audacity of your lover before you. “Y-You-”
“Next time, don’t be too shy to say it to my face, alright?” ₊˚ෆ
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(a/n) omg its finished hooray hooray !! first ever req on the main so jodafjlfjlksd dies are the characters ooc theyre ooc okay im tired lets honk mimim
-> teehee what if yall left a message on my christmas tree 😶😶😶
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justxprettyxboys · 2 years
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X | Diluc Ragnvindr | Genshin Impact
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akko-kagori · 2 months
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Plot twist: this is what Diluc has underneath his coat
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licensedfool · 8 months
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HYPE to share the piece i drew for "A Bridge Rebuilt", the Ragbros zine hosted by @/lvnesart!! you can find it here
i worked on this in tandem with @bygoneSyzygy on twitter, who has written an absolutely GORGEOUS companion piece that i will link as soon as its posted!!
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mochabunnies · 9 months
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day 7!! 🏖️🐚
(i skipped to the end fghdhdgf)
basically a lil redraw of the ragbros prompt i did in 2021 (the one on the bottom is the old one to be clear lol)
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yandere-sins · 1 year
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Can I request a yandere Diluc smut? With the use of aphrodisac or somnophilia if possible 🙏🏻
Thanks for requesting!
Warnings: Yandere, Sexual Content (Somnophilia, Non-Con, AFAB body, Dirty Thoughts, Creampie, Fingering), Kidnapping
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Sinking his cock into you was as if you delivered him from all the regrets and wrongdoings in his life in one meager dip.
He never let it come this far before, never went against what he thought was justified. But that was all before he experienced your warmth wrapping around his cock. Before he found you half uncovered from your blanket, your nightgown slid upwards to expose the supple flesh of your ass to him. It seemed so long ago, even if it had just been a few minutes that he let his fingertips glide over the curve of your cheeks, his self-restraint hanging on a thin thread with his cock impatiently throbbing under the tight pants he wore. But when he explored further, careful not to wake you with one hand between your thighs, prying through your soft folds giving way to him, all the restraint simply... snapped.
Now, even this seemed justified in his eyes.
Diluc never knew how adorable the sound of your moans and whines was. How beautiful you could wind your body while he slid his fingers under the fabric of your panties and inside you, joint after joint, yearning to give you the pleasure you deserved. The pleasure he wanted you to have. For years he'd been keeping you under his roof, never knowing the sweetness of your cunt until now, licking it off his fingertips, pupils dilating as if he was becoming addicted after just one taste of you.
All this time, he tried to keep you safe and ensured no harm came to you. He fed you, clothed you, bought you everything you could wish for, and all he ever received was disdain and ill-spoken words thrown at his head. Until now, Diluc accepted it with no resistance. If he ignored your unhappiness, he could go on with his day despite having a heavy heart beating and yearning for you in his chest, so he never allowed himself to linger when you so clearly didn't want him. But had he known the sweetness awaiting him, he might have been more assertive in getting between your thighs, drinking from the source of life and pleasuring you at the same time.
This new book he got you was his way of worming himself back into your life, but when he went to give it to you, you had already fallen asleep. The coldest of cold shoulders, but your ass on display made him into a simple man with simple desires. If you'd allow him, he'd worship you, head to toe, with his body and soul. Diluc always felt like it was never the right time to bring it up, but whenever he had the chance to see you, it was all he could think about.
And there you were, accessible, asleep, and so fucking welcoming.
Because he spent so little quality time with you, where you weren't shouting, weren't cursing him, he never had a chance to ask about your experiences and what you liked in the bedroom. But after pumping his fingers in and out of you, nervously checking for signs of you waking up while he tested out the flowing waters of your cunt, it had been so easy to slip his rock-hard cock into you. Biting his lip, he watched as it disappeared inside you, a hint of anxiety in his gaze as he raked it over you. Anxiety and lust. A dangerous combination that slowly but surely drove him mad.
Diluc had yet to sheath it entirely inside you when you made a small, uncomfortable huff, twisting your hips around until you laid on your stomach. He held back a groan, the urge to punch the wall manifesting in him as you clenched your pussy around his grith, eliciting a moan from you that made him lose the gentleness he had worked with until now, climbing on top of you and pushing his hips comfortably into the cushion of your ass. If that was the only push he ever did, he wanted it to be the best.
And it was fucking glorious.
You moaned into your pillow, still so innocently unaware of what power you held over Diluc, whose head fell back, his legs for once feeling weak, and his hands curling into fists with his nails drawing blood from his palms. He had dreamed about this. About the day you'd let him fuck you, worship you. Even if he had to beg on his knees for you to get him off between your thighs, he would have done it. Yet, he still could have never imagined it to feel this good.
By now, he was hovering over you as you laid face down in your bed, his cock embedded warmly in your cunt even though he tried not to put his weight on you and stir you from your sleep. If you found him like this, what would you think of him? Would you ever allow him back in your room? You already hated him, but could the respect for him sink even further?
That's not what he wanted.
And yet, what he wanted was to grip your hair and pull you up, arch your back so your ass would find its place of belonging against his hips while he plowed you mercilessly into a bubbling, crying mess. Diluc was so close to throwing the sham of the good samaritan and make you his personal fucktoy, always ready and wet for him no matter where and when he wanted you. If he had to be the bad guy, he might as well enjoy it, and there was no better way he could think of than by leaving his mark on your body.
"Do you like it?" he whispered next to your ear, feeling his hot breath bounce off your skin, and you grumbled in your sleep, his tongue lapping out to lick over your lips. Delicious. He could taste the pastries he provided you with on you, and they were almost as sweet as you. "Am I making you feel good, Darling?"
The thought of his voice echoing through your dreams only made Diluc's pace go faster at the excitement, his cock stirring up your insides eagerly. Even though he was using your body, he'd be in your deepest conscience, too, hopefully fucking you senseless in your dreams and in reality. If only he could always be on your mind, like you are on his, the thought of you in everything he does, whether it was earning money for you or fighting for your safety.
Moving his cock in and out, Diluc's voice rang out in a groan, finally allowing himself to experience this fully since you wouldn't wake up even after he began talking to you, telling you about all the naughty things he'd do to you. Ultimately, he could not bring himself to make you the fucktoy of his dreams and make you his personal hole, formed to only fit his cock and crave him every second he wasn't there to fill you. But the slowness of his pace allowed him to really, thoroughly feel every part of you wrap around his inches, welcoming him in with squelching wetness and lingering as long as possible as if your body was complaining he was pulling away.
Every time you moaned, he could feel the clenching of your core sucking him in, and though you furrowed your eyebrows, you didn't wake up. It was like heaven and hell, as Diluc found himself desperate for you to recognize what he was doing and tell him all about how good he made you feel. How he made your toes curl and hear you beg for more of what only he could give you. Declare your love between sloppy cries and needy whines, and ask to join his bed from now on, so you'd always be in his reach for whatever he needed. But perhaps he was lucky that all his training and steeling of his body worked out now, as he could gently grab your hips to quicken his pace without tearing you out of your sweet dreams. Dreams about him, he hoped. Only him, always. Illusions of a future you two would never have together.
The excitement and caution were like tingling harbingers to his orgasm. There was no way that a man craving you day and night would be able to hold out long when he was finally welcomed into the sanctuary of your cunt. Neither the heat nor the snapping of his hips helped to prolong what should have never occurred in the first place, and with your breathing ragged, too, Diluc's only wish was for you to cum as hard as he would.
Inevitably, his world was turned upside down as he plunged deep inside you, finding himself unable to pull out before feeling his jizz splurt into your depths. All he could do was hold on tight to the wall over your head, drilling his fingers into it to the point it hurt. However, Diluc couldn't feel anything besides the bliss of spilling all the pent-up need and desire for you deep inside with no caution. What happened, happened, and he'd be ready for it when the time was right.
Unless it would keep him from doing this again.
Pulling out, his cock was soaked with your mixed juices, your pussy spilling his semen without him clogging up your hole. It was a perfect sight. A rare achievement that Diluc got addicted to just as quickly as your taste and the warmth. He could barely keep his imagination from going wild, the idea of you spilling juices all over his lap after he let you ride him on his office chair, or with you dripping spill everywhere as he walked you around the house without panties, making him so fucking excited for all the possibilities. His cock gave a warning jerk as he felt himself hardening just from the thoughts, but until then, his fingers sliding up your cunt and pushing the wasted cum back inside you had to be enough.
This had to be enough.
You, asleep, looking a little disgruntled and needy after he left you high and dry like an asshole. Secretly, it made him hope you'd be so despaired and horny by the time he visited you in the morning you'd jump him just to get your sweet release. A man could dream about all the things he'd do then, all the times he'd make you cum on his tongue, fingers, and dick.
Tugging you in, Diluc planted a gentle kiss on the back of your head. His darling. His beautiful, amazing darling with a cunt so warm and alluring, it was almost harder to part with you than ever before. But he'd be back for more; that much was sure. One release wasn't nearly enough to satisfy him.
And maybe next time, he'd wake you up so you could enjoy him the same way he enjoyed you.
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orbitalmoonrat · 5 months
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💕🧹Thomaluc Emoji Pack! 🦉💕
I just made a thomaluc themed emoji pack available for purchase on my patreon! You don't have to be a member to access the shop, so feel free to grab it while it's up!
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eroxotckv · 2 days
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✏ diluc drabble . cw: implied fem reader who likes to draw, modern au
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You were rather excited and eager to show your husband the little drawing you made of him and you. It was a bit of an impulse- a sudden urge, an inspirational boost that gave you the motivation to finish it swiftly. In the end, it turned out rather cute and to your liking.
So you wonder if Diluc would like it too.
Well, obviously part of you knew your husband would undoubtedly love any creation you make but you still wanted his affirmation.
You pulled out your phone, typing quick with enthusiastic dexterity.
You: Hey, Diluc !
A quick yet clear picture is taken of the drawing you made, as you typed fast, a little impatient.
You: I made a drawing of me, when I think about you.
You: I think it expresses my feelings in a more visionary way :)
You: it's not the best, but I'd thought I'd send it anyway.
『 Sent ✓』
It was a simple image, quite average yet nevertheless endearing to you. A silly little chibi-like cartoon doodle- emphasizing your love in a different way than typical. And-
Oh? Seems like your dear husband has read your texts.
<3Diluc: Darling I'm in a meeting.
Ah. You hadn't thought about that.
You: oh my God- I'm so sorry I didn't mean to distract you.
You: next time maybe you can turn on do not disturb..?
<3Diluc: no no I did not mean it like that love
You: ?
A little confused, you raised a brow at his typed out words on your screen. He was taking a minute to answer this.
<3Diluc: it means I'm red in the face after seeing your lovely art, my sweet. I think I'm blushing to a very noticeable point now.
<3Diluc: but ofc you're free to text me anytime. Don't worry about that ♥
A tint of pink dusts your cheeks as you realize his words and you quickly type back
You: oh! I did not think about that mb :'
<3Diluc: it's okay
You let out a small breath of relief as you saw his text. Diluc never really cared or wanted to express his emotions in public settings so you felt a little bad that he was feeling a little vulnerable after seeing your art.
But hey, that means he likes it.
<3Diluc: but I'll be coming home soon, love. And then we'll be able to talk more and you could show me any other masterpieces you have made ❤️
You: ok love, stay safe ! 💞
<3Diluc: of course. You take care too, ok? I'll see you later.
Hm. If only you knew truly of how much red he got when he saw what you made. It didn't matter- beginner skills, average, intermediate or even expert. Diluc would love whatever you create just the same.
So much so, that sometimes he simply melts and blushes bashfully like a teenage lover sweetheart. It can very hard to suppress a chuckle; especially when it's quite the entertainment for the businessmen and cooperation partners who sit across the table. After all, it's not everyday the Ragnvindr cracks a smile. Let alone, blush as red as his hair. Crimson red.
Truly, a sight to behold.
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© eroxotckv - including art (except middle one)
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❕ a/n: yeah i made these in a rush of uhh emotions idk. not good but then i was (yep) imagining showing these to diluc andddd look and then made this. average artist but Diluc treating u better than van gogh but this is just a drabble and im lazy heh. oh and yes, the first pic is zephrose i suppose
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rintosei · 6 months
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˗ˋˏ꒰ঌ DILUC ; — bad actor
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warnings. fluff, diluc being silly, he just loves you a lot, not too good at expressing his feelings, modern!au
notes. finally a diluc fic from user rintosei we cheer woop woop :> dedicated to my fav diluc lover aka soph aka user @alaboadoa
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"why are you laughing?" diluc asks as he places your food down in front of you. he sits down, ripping open a plastic straw and handing it over to you.
you take the straw from him, quietly thanking him. "because you're so obvious..." a smile appears once more on your face, barely holding back another laugh from escaping your lips.
diluc raises an eyebrow. “what do you mean?” he starts eating the burger in front of him by cutting it into smaller pieces so it’s easier for him to eat — you still don’t understand why he does that. you find it easier to just bite into it. “you’re not making any sense, y/n.”
“why don’t you just bite the burger? it’s way easier that way you know,” you sighed leaning forward. “also, you’re a really bad actor, diluc.”
he frowns. “i’d rather not dirty my hands with grease and sauce.” he sets the burger down, wiping his mouth with a tissue. “why would i be a bad actor? you’ve never seen me act before.”
you hummed. “well, you are acting right now. and it’s not going well, let me tell you.”
diluc seems even more confused after you’ve explained it (well, more like subtly hint at it). he ponders on your sentence for a little longer but eventually gives up when he finishes taking a sip from his drink. “seriously what do you mean by that? i don’t understand what you’re saying at all.”
“you have a crush on me, do you?” as soon as the words escaped your mouth, diluc choked on his drink, coughing violently making a few other customers look at him with concern. “see, i told you i’m right!”
as soon as he calms down from his coughing fit, he clears his throat, cheeks turning red. “i don’t- i don’t know what you’re talking about.” he distracts himself from the smug smile you’re giving by continuing to eat his burger, eyes looking everywhere except you.
“hey come on, look at me!” you teased him, squishing his cheeks with your hand, forcing him to look at you. “aw, you look so cute all embarrassed.”
he moves your hand away from his face. “no, i’m not. shut up.”
you smiled again, resting your chin on your hand. “my boyfriend is so cute.”
“no, i’m not-” diluc stops, finally processing what you just called him. “you- boyfriend? are you serious?”
“what? do you not want to be my boyfriend?” you teased, taking one french fry from diluc’s plate and eats it, patiently waiting for diluc’s answer. 
diluc looks away before mumbling out an answer. “yes, i do want to be your boyfriend.”
you clapped your hands together, looking extremely happy. “great! honestly, i was waiting for you to confess first, but knowing how stubborn you are with your own feelings, you wouldn’t confess even if it’s been twenty years.”
“wha- why didn’t you make the first move then?” diluc asks, seemingly upset that you saw right through him. “you made me wait instead of-”
you laughed. “i loved seeing your reactions you know? you get all embarrassed every time i slightly touch you. it’s cute.”
“i regret ever having a crush on you.” diluc states, frowning as he takes his last bite out of his burger. “now hurry up and finish your meal unless you want to miss the movie.”
“ah-” you clearly forgot all about the movie ever since you started the topic of diluc’s feelings for you. “shit.”
“yeah. now finish it, dummy.” diluc murmurs, hiding a smile behind his hand as he watches you eat your food, face puffing up as you stuff your mouth. “cute.” he whispers under his breath.
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seineko · 9 months
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if there was something that diluc found absolutely alluring about you, it would be your neck. not that you as a whole weren't alluring to him by any means.
but seriously, his obsession with shoving his face into it whenever you're around is a bit concerning.
if his day went well, the first thing he does after coming home is pull you into his arms and let out a satisfied sigh into the crook of your neck.
if his day went bad, he would not eat before snuggling his face deep between the path that connects your shoulders with your neck, letting you caresses his scalp tenderly.
if he didn't do anything during the day, he most often than not wants to be babied. so, if you feel a pout - a slight movement of his lips which, for diluc, is as good as a full blown pout - you know what he wants. (you did not hear that from me though, diluc ragnvindr does not want to be babied).
if he finds you cooking in the kitchen, his arms snake around your neck and his nose digs up space for his head to settle into. once, it led you to burn a chicken strip so much, it was impossible to distinguish it from a burnt piece of wood. a diluc who was fresh out of shower and only in his trousers was very bad for both your sanity and your kitchen.
if he finds you reading a book on the couch, he tends to sit on his knees and push his head as deep as he can to get a better smell of your scent and the book's. mostly yours.
you get it. his day doesn't feel complete unless he has you caged in his arms while caging his own face into your neck.
but nothing even came close to the feeling of utter ecstasy when he leaves a trail of kisses on each and every inch of your throat as he ruins you with such sweetness, it would've had your teeth aching if not for how far gone your ability to comprehend your surroundings was.
nothing can ever have him as feral as biting into every bit of the skin your neck and shoulder has to offer. while he tries his very best - but utterly fails - to not have himself climax inside you.
nothing can ever make him as satisfied as sucking and licking the places he bit into, to soothe the pain (and that is definitely not an excuse to have his mouth on your throat for just a bit longer).
and nothing can ever make him feel as much pride - and equal parts embarrassment - as he watches you stroll around mondstadt, not even trying to cover up the newly formed hickeys all that biting had left behind.
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diludae · 2 years
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idea from hourly diluc on twitter
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chilumitos · 4 months
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ㅤㅤ ㅤ ╭ ͡ ͡ ꒰ ͜͡ 𖹭 ͜͡ ꒱ ͡ ͡ ╮ Kiss me, Babe?
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