#blueming gi fics

[bluemingcore]

characters: Albedo x reader

summary: you're on an expedition with albedo, helping him collect materials until it starts pouring rain.

genre: NSFW, 18+ only content!

warnings: creampie, unprotected sex, outside sex (?) lol

word count: 2,340

You pick up a sweet flower and add it to your bag, turning around and glancing over at Albedo, trailing behind, investigating something. He had asked you to accompany him to collect materials for his research. You were hesitant—mostly because the thought of being alone with Albedo made you nervous—but you agreed anyways. He asked so nicely, it felt hard to say no to him. And now that you were alone together, collecting items quietly in Galesong Hill, you could admire him. The sun shining bright as it was mid-afternoon. You stare at him, watching him, always in wonder at him. He’s really so beautiful, you think, teal eyes glinting in the sun, his muscles flexing whenever he picks something up or writes something in his notepad. He looks at the world with such inquisitiveness, and you find yourself wanting him to look at you in such a way, with deep focus and curiosity.

"Y/n?"

You jump slightly, blinking at Albedo. "Yeah?"

"You appear to be dazed. Are you pondering over something?"

"No.. It’s nothing," you nervously laugh.

"If you get tired, please let me know and we can take a break."

"I’m doing fine, really! The weather is so nice today, it’s so energizing." You smile, stretching your arms to the sky and stretching. Your top rides up to flash a hint of skin, and you don’t notice Albedo staring. "I could go for a snack right now though."

"I’ve brought some along, just in case."

The two of you settle down in the shade of a sunsettia tree. You sit in pleasant quietness as you eat a refreshing and invigorating mint jelly that Albedo prepared. Albedo finishes his snack before you, sitting crossed leg, leaning back with his arms propping himself up. You gaze at the outline of his jaw, his hair tousled in the breeze, his breathing gentle.

"Is the mint jelly okay?"

Your eyes shoot to meet his and you nod dumbly, scooping a spoonful of jelly to shove in your mouth. "Mmm!"

He chuckles, light and cute, and you swallow your food with a gulp, thinking that you should quit staring at him so stupidly. "Ah, you have a bit of jelly on the corner of your mouth."

"I do?" You wipe at your face and Albedo thinks you look cute with your face scrunched up like that.

"No, it’s the other side. I’ll get it for you." Before you could protest, Albedo holds your chin still, his finger swiping away whatever food was leftover on your face. Your cheeks heat up—the sun suddenly feeling too warm—, staring at him as he grins, licking away the jelly on his finger.

You finish eating and continue foraging but after that, you find it hard to look at Albedo without your thoughts running wild, your mind dwelling on his touch against your skin.

"I think that is enough materials for today. We can start heading back to Mondstadt." You hear Albedo say, his footsteps approaching you.

You nod, not short of eager to return to Mondstadt. "Okay, let’s get going then." You spin around, trying to avoid Albedo’s eyes and begin walking.

"Y/n." You think to yourself that he should really stop saying your name, because the butterflies swarm in your stomach every time he does. You don’t stop and his hand circles your wrist. You stand still, wondering if Albedo could feel your quick pulse through your skin. But he doesn’t get a chance to say what he wanted to say because you hear a crash of thunder and suddenly, the sunlight afternoon turns gloomy and rain begins pelting.

"This way." Albedo tightens his grip around your wrist, pulling on you to follow him.

You take shelter inside a nearby cave. Albedo finally releases his hold on you. Your bodies dripping wet. You finally look at him, who was taking off his sash and coat, peeling off his wet gloves and placing them neatly on the ground. His light blonde hair now darkened from being drenched. His shirt clung to his body, faintly highlighting his toned muscles underneath. He glances at you and you quickly turn away, taking your bag off to set it down. Your clothes stuck to your body and you slightly shivered.

"Are you cold?"

You nod, rubbing your arms in an attempt to warm yourself up.

"Give me a moment."

You watch him intently as he starts a fire with nearby twigs, the flame illuminating his features. The heat of the fire warms the cave and you sigh contently as the goosebumps fade.

"You should take off your clothes."

"W-what?"

"Your jacket and gloves. Your clothes are wet, so taking them off would help alleviate the chill."

"Ah, right," you mumble. You awkwardly turn away from him and begin stripping yourself of your outer garments, unaware of teal eyes raking over your body. You remove your rain-soaked gloves, jacket, and blouse, placing them next to the fire to dry. You’re left wearing a tank top and your pants, sticky on your skin.

"We’ll have to wait for the rain to stop before heading back."

You sigh, sitting down and pulling your legs to your chest. "I hope that won’t be too long," you murmur, staring out at the rain drumming onto the ground. There’s a silence and you hear Albedo settle down next to you. The rain doesn’t stop soon enough. Five minutes pass, and then ten, then fifteen.

"Y/n?"

"Hm?" You lift your head up, turning to look at Albedo. Your heart skips a beat, caught off guard by Albedo’s hand reaching out to caress your cheek as he inches closer to you. "A-Albedo?" You barely whisper his name as his touch is gentle on your now flushed skin, your heart beating out of your chest.

"Stay still." Though his voice matches your whisper, it was commanding. You feel his breath fluttering over your lips and all you could do is stay frozen in place, heart in your ears.

His lips are soft, unbelievably soft, brushing against your mouth. The kiss was delicate at first but he forces you to tilt your chin up, deepening the kiss, sending electricity through your veins. You grab onto his wet shirt, pulling him closer but holding onto him for support as the world sways around you. You pull away briefly, lips parting to catch a breath and Albedo takes it as an opportunity to push his tongue inside your mouth. A cool hand slides under your shirt and you shiver, despite the crackling fire beside you. The kiss becomes feverish, more intense and you find yourself being gently pushed to the ground as Albedo’s lips never leaves yours.

"W-wait," you pant, a hand on his chest.

"What is it?" He pauses, the tip of his nose touching yours, and you see a sheen of your saliva on his bottom lip.

"What’s gotten into you all of sudden?" Is all you could ask.

"Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?"

"Huh?"

"You’ve been staring at me the entire expedition. Did you think I didn’t notice?" He smirks and you redden. He finds you absolutely adorable, flushed red all the way to your cheeks and ears. He takes your hand on his chest and lifts it to his lips, kissing your knuckles. "However, I’ve been observing at you as well. Studying you. I’ve always been intrigued by you." A hand finds its way to your pants, lingering there, tracing the skin. "Will you be so kind as to allow me to do some.. data collection? I will be sure to reward you generously."

One nod from you is all it takes and Albedo eases your pants off your body. He lifts your leg up, kissing the inside of your thigh, nibbling on the soft skin before kissing your core through your panties. The tension builds in your stomach. Albedo teases you, sucking on the fabric of your damp panties (either from the rain or from your anticipation he couldn’t tell). A finger strokes you against the fabric and your hips buck up impatiently, eliciting a whine and he chuckles.

"It is.. interesting to observe your reactions. I hope you don’t mind if I take this further. I want to see more of you." His fingers hook over the hem of your panties and you nod, ever so eager.

"Please," you practically beg.

Your panties finally gone, and Albedo runs a finger along your folds, slowly, teasingly before inserting a finger inside to test your reaction. The feedback is positive, your body twitching under him with desire. He inserts another finger inside, and you jolt, your hand reaching down to find purchase in his still-damp hair. The way he pumps his long digits inside you had you mewling for more. Albedo takes in your sweet sounds, noises that he never heard you make before and he tries to capture them inside his limited brain, bottle up this fleeting moment.

"You sound so pretty." You hear his voice, his warm breath over your core makes you shake. "I wonder how you’ll sound when you come." His words make you tingle, makes the heat build up. You only respond with whimpers of pleasure as he quickens his pace, your hips rolling forward in motion with his ministrations. Albedo is curling his fingers inside your cunt and your curses reverberate off the stone walls of the cave. He’s pleased with himself, he’s smug, encouraged to get you to your climax. "Are you close?" He kisses your clit and you gave a soft gasp of surprise, nodding.

Albedo inserts a third finger. He’s knuckle-deep, pressing against your g-spot, suckling on your clit and your back arches off the ground, eyes squeezing shut. Your mouth open with a silent cry of his name, your hand tugging on his hair as your high crashes into you, pleasure filling your every sense as you tremble. Albedo laps up your climax, his tongue running through your folds as he rides out your orgasm. Your breathing short and ragged, your mind calming to the sensation of Albedo messaging your thighs.

"That.. was good," you sigh. Your breath catches in your throat at the sight of Albedo, your wetness glistening on his lips, his tongue swirling around the digits that were inside of you moments ago. An arm reaches out to tug on his shirt, pulling him close so you can kiss him, taste yourself on his lips, as your hands make quick work of his pants. A throaty moan arises from him as his cock is finally unclothed, and you take his shaft in your slender hands. He’s kissing up and down your neck as you stroke him to full hardness, feeling his length prodding at your stomach, your arousal builds up again.

As much as you would like to continue making out with him like this, you are eager to feel him inside of you. One glance at his cock and you didn’t really expect him to be so… big. Albedo grins at your expression, finally breaking away to align himself at your entrance. He looks at you as if to ask if you’re ready and you nod, spreading your legs a little more for him. His fingers dig into the plushness of your thighs and he sheathes himself inside your wet core, the two of you moaning as he bottoms out immediately.

Albedo gives you some time to adjust to his size and then he’s stretching you out, his hips rocking steadily into you. He’s infatuated with the noises you make. Your whimpers and gasps and moans as his intensifies his pace, your hands moving to hold onto his shoulders for support, your legs wrapping around his hips.

He smells of earth and fresh rain, of honey and flowers. It’s a scent you find yourself drowning in, your face buried at the crook of his neck. You can only hear heavy breathing, yours and his, the soft sputtering of the fire, the fizzling rain outside, the sound of skin on skin. The stimulation builds up in your body as Albedo continues to thrust inside of you, his lips kissing your shoulder and collarbone, his thumb messaging the skin on your hip.

"Albedo," you manage to breathe his name, "I-I’m close."

Albedo hums, his grip on your hip tightening, allowing himself to savor the pleasure of your walls clenching around him. A hand reaches down to circle your clit and it finally sends you over the edge. You throw your head back, moaning his name, pleasure coursing through your body so intense it leaves you shaking. Your half-lidded eyes, swollen lips, cheeks tinted pink, soft hair mixing with the green grass—it’s a beautiful sight to see and the knot in his stomach unravels not long after. His hips shudder, and he comes with a hoarse grunt. You feel his warm release fill you up, dripping down your pussy, and the two of you stay connected, saying nothing. Heavy breathing fills the humid air, chests rising and falling in rhythm.

The fire is warm on your sweaty skin. You hear the rain outside die to gentle sprinkling. After a while you decide to speak first. "Did you collect the data you needed?" you quip with a small smile, moving Albedo’s hair from his face.

He shakes his head, moving his body so he can get a better look at your flushed face. "Not quite. I think this is a special project that requires prolonged study." He kisses the corner of your mouth. "If you will allow me, of course."

You capture his lips, surprising him, giggling when you break away. "Yes."

Albedo kisses you again, gentle and quick, a gesture of his appreciation and adoration. Sunlight streams into the mouth of the cave and he glances outside at the stillness, the raindrops falling off curved leaves and grass. "It seems that the rain has finally stopped. Should we get back to Mondstadt?"

You hum, nodding as you let Albedo help you up and clean up off.

[bluemingcore]

> pairing: xiao x reader

> genre: nsfw/smut

> word count: 1,034

> warnings: sub!xiao, submissive xiao, edging, creampie, praise kink sorta, overstimulation sorta

> a/n: guess who lost the 50/50 and didn't get xiao and wrote this to cope :")

“xiao… be a good boy, okay?” you say, voice charming and alluring, despite what you were doing to him.

xiao takes a deep breath, nodding his head and squeezing his eyes shut. he shakes underneath you, as you touch him with feather light motions, kisses ghostly and delicate.

he wants to scream, to grab you by your hair and fuck your mouth. but he restrains himself, not wanting to upset you or deprive himself further of a glorious reward. a reward you had promised him as you kissed his neck, your magical hands and mouth knowing just where to touch him to get him pliant under you.

time seems as if it was going in slow motion, with the way you placed gentle kisses on his cock, your thumb tracing a vein on the side. you would build up his anticipation, taking him entirely inside your hot mouth, all the way to the base, the tip hitting the back of your throat, twitching as you run your tongue on the underside of his dick. but cruelly, you would stop just as he is on the brink of release, returning to those feather light touches and kisses.

it’s agonizing. xiao isn’t sure how long this went on but the pillow under his head felt wet, his cheeks streaked with tears as you continued to edge him, continued to deny him of the pleasure he craved so badly. each time he thought you finally allowed him to come, you would stop, letting the heat that was building up ever so gradually come to a distant simmer.

you peer at his face, his amber eyes filled with lust, pupils blown wide with desire, glossy as his eyes welled with tears.

“you’re doing such a good job, love.” your breath warm on his skin, sending shivers through his body. “you’re so good to me, aren’t you?”

he moans at the praise, voice caught in his throat. “p-please,” he mumbles, “let me come.”

you smile, a beautiful yet sadistic smile. a look that scares him, yet makes his heart flutter all the same. you reach out to cup his cheek, thumbing away a tear. you lean down to kiss him, while your body moves to straddle his lap, purposefully pressing the curve of your ass against his length. xiao lets out a hiss but you ignore it and continue kissing him, teeth grazing his bottom lip, tongue meshing with his. he moans into your mouth as you rub your ass against his cock, bucking his hips, desperate for more friction.

you align your entrance at the tip of his cock, steadying yourself by placing your hands on his lower abdomen. and ever so slowly, you sink down his length, taking the entirety of him inside you.

xiao moans your name, his mind hazy with the feeling of your walls, soft and warm, embracing him. it drives him to near madness, how good and tight you feel, he almost comes on the spot. he gets the urge to flip you on your back and fuck you until you can’t walk, until he comes into you ten times over.

but he doesn’t. you say his name, singing sweet praises to him, and he mends to your will.

you leisurely rock your hips and xiao is a mess under you, hands gripping your hips, fingernails digging into your plush skin. you feel him twitch and you abruptly stop.

“please, please, please, please…” he begs, hopeless and desperate to feel you. you don’t respond, wait for him to be done, moving damp hair from his forehead and leaning down to gingerly kiss the diamond on his forehead.

this push and pull continues for a little longer. you moving your hips lazily, almost pushing him over the edge, only for his pleasure to be ripped away.

you lift your hips almost all the way up, then slam back down his length roughly, a moan escaping your lips. his mind blanks as the sound of skin slapping skin fills his ears, your walls constricting around him for a brief moment. xiao doesn’t have time to gather his senses when you pick up speed, your hips moving quickly up and down his length. the heat pooled once again in his gut, the coil tightening, and he expected you to still, to deny him of heaven once more, but you continued to eagerly ride him.

“since you were such a good boy today,” you pant, “i’ll let you finish inside.”

your words sends him into a frenzy, both hands now holding onto your hips with force, his nails imprinting on your skin. it isn’t long before you feel the heat build up, pushing you over the edge, your movements becoming erratic. you still as you climax, your walls clenching around his length, becoming impossibly tighter, causing the coil that was tightening ever so slowly to finally break.

xiao shakes underneath you as he finally reaches his high. his mouth open with a silent scream, his hands holding you down onto him as he releases his seed into you. sweet relief and pleasure washes over him as he continues to tremble, his surroundings hazy. he feels the sticky liquid drip onto his skin, and when his mind refocuses, his eyes open to survey your body. your red lips parted, chest heaving, thighs shaking; he sees the cum trailing downwards from where you two are connected and the sight sends heat to his gut. he takes his hands off your hips, there he can see faint bruises forming—something he makes note to himself to tend to later—and intertwines his hands with yours.

you look at him and smile, then without a word, you begin to rock your hips slowly again.

xiao’s eyes widened with a surprised cry. “i-i’m still sensitive,” he breathes. the squelching sound of flesh covered with cum fills his ears. he winces at the sight of his cock entirely covered with his own release when you lift your hips from him.

“i never said i was done,” you say sweetly. “how many times can you come for me, i wonder?” you smile softly at him and xiao feels his heart clench with fright and adoration.

[bluemingcore]

> diluc x female reader > nsfw > slight degradation, praise, unprotected sex, creampie

Diluc regretted it. Allowing you to work as a waitress for Angel’s Share was a terrible mistake. It was only because he caved in when you asked; when you saw the job board asking for short-term help and asked Diluc if you could work there, because you needed the Mora (even though he has told you Mora is something you didn't have to worry about but you digressed). But watching you from behind the counter as you walked around the bar, serving drinks to all of these ragged drunkards, including Kaeya, it made his blood boil. Especially when you would swish your short skirt around or bend your torso over, revealing that window of cleavage—he should kill Charles for giving such an inappropriate uniform to you. Though he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t find you appealing in that outfit—he very much did in fact (if his semi-tightened pants causing him slight pain all night wasn’t a sign of it). But to him, that was a sight that only he was allowed to see. not these other random bar patrons, shamelessly drooling over you right in front of him.

How utterly disgusting and vile, he thought. If only he could grab your ass and showed all of these repulsive men who you belonged to, steal your lips and shove his tongue inside your mouth to teach everyone in this bar that they shouldn’t be googly eyeing what’s not theirs. He had half the mind to—

“Diluc?”

He snapped his head towards your voice, your sweet voice that brought him out of his deliberations.

“Diluc, are you okay? Your grip on that wine glass is concerning.”

He placed the glass down. “Yes, I must not have been paying attention. How is everything going?”

You gave him a bright smile and his heart clenched. “It’s going great so far! I’ve gotten so much tip money.”

“That’s good to hear. Let me know if there’s any trouble.”

You nodded. “Will do.” A voice called your name and you turned towards it. “A customer is calling. I’ll be back.”

Diluc sighed, staring at your retreating figure, your skirt bouncing with your steps.

Not long after, he heard the hard noise of an object falling, a plunk on the floor. He turned his head towards the commotion and saw you bending over to pick up a mug that had been dropped, the hem of your skirt rising up, revealing a sliver of the skin underneath.

That was enough.

“y/n.”

You jumped, nearly dropping the mug you had just picked up. “Diluc?” You turned around to face him.

You never noticed how towering his height was over you until now, as you stared up at him, an expression on his face that you couldn't decipher.

“We need to talk in the backroom.”

You obeyed and sauntered to the room, opening the door that’s only reserved for employee entry.

Diluc sent a fiery glare at the men who were staring at you before stalking off. “Angel’s share is closing early tonight, everyone. Pay your bill and leave immediately.” He stopped in front of the door to the employee’s room, turning to Charles. “Charles, ensure all patrons leave as soon as possible and lock the front door. No need for cleaning up, y/n and I will handle that.” He opened the door to the backroom and walked in, shutting it loudly behind him.

The backroom was a mix between a storage room for supplies and a staff room, with a table and two chairs in the center, against the walls were boxes and crates and other miscellaneous packaging, along with a small sofa against the opposite wall.

You were seated on the sofa and looked up at Diluc when he entered. “Is something wrong?”

He said nothing, crossing the room over to you, and knelt on one knee in front of you.

You were worried, scared he was mad at you for dropping things or not doing the job correctly; your hands on your lap folded and unfolded against each other nervously. But instead of fussing at you or scolding you, Diluc leaned in, placing a hand on the back of your neck, and kissed you, his lips rough against yours.

You were surprised at first, but your hands clutched his shirt and responded fully, lips meeting his in a feverish kiss.

“Diluc, what’s gotten into you?” you asked, breaking apart, chest heaving slightly.

He placed his hands on your thighs, squeezing lightly. “You.” He answered quite simply.

“Huh?” Was all you could manage, trying to ignore the feeling of his hands on your skin.

He leaned down, mouth nipping at your exposed collarbone, hands moving up your thighs. “Do you know how hard it was to watch you talk to all those men while they drooled over you?” His hot breath over your skin made you shiver. “Do you know how badly I wanted to show them that you’re mine?” His lips began to bite and suck at your neck and you couldn’t help the excitement tremble through your body.

“Ah… I was just doing my job…” you said, squirming under his touch, “And trying to get more tips.”

Though, you thought to yourself, you wouldn’t have opposed it if Diluc had stopped and kissed you in front of all the bar patrons. The thought of Diluc standing idly by as you worked, serving the bar patrons while he watched, frustrated, jealous, needy for you, was frankly, hot.

Diluc clicked his tongue. “I would have thought you were doing it on purpose to get a rise out of me.” His hand dipped underneath the fabric of your shirt, his fingers tracing the underband of your bra.

You shook your head as he cupped your breast, giving it a light squeeze. “I wasn’t doing it on purpose, really. I just figured I would get more tips if I made myself appealing.” You pressed your legs together, the burning excitement between your legs making you eager. “But, I’ll confess,” you started, fingertips grazing his jawline, “I like seeing you jealous.”

“Hmph.” Diluc removed himself from you, and you immediately felt the cold loss of his warmth. You wondered if your honesty upset him but then his hand tugged at your shirt, pulling it over your head and unclipping your bra without a word. You couldn’t help but be amused at how he didn’t want to admit he was jealous. He tossed your clothes on the ground, pushing you back on the sofa until you were pressed against the cushions. Diluc settled himself between your legs, his mouth latching onto your exposed skin while his hands lifted your skirt up and stripped you of panties.

A finger ran through your folds and you shivered under his touch. “You’re this wet already?” Your cheeks burned at the question and he continued, “Did shaking your ass in front of all those people get you this wet?”

You shook your head vigorously. “No! Of course n — Ah!”

Diluc shoved two fingers inside of you, taking you by surprise. He didn’t hesitate to begin a harsh pace inside of your pussy, instantly swallowing your cute moans as he pressed his lips to yours.

“Diluc, faster.”

But instead you felt a loss of pressure as he lowered himself to your core, kissing the inside of your thigh. Your hand threaded through his soft hair, pulling his hair tie off, his red locks cascading down his shoulders, tickling your skin. You could feel his warm breath on your core, making you shake with anticipation. Your hand on his hair signaled him to continue.

Diluc drowned in your aromatic scent before lapping up your wetness, your reaction immediate to the pleasure he was giving you. Your fingers tightened on his hair as you bit back a moan. This encouraged him to continue, licking and sucking at your pussy.

His tongue then moved to nibble at your aching clit, your body immediately jolting at the sensation, while his fingers pumped in and out of you.

“Don’t stop,” you cried out, your hips rising from the cushions and grinding against his face, so desperate for the knot in your abdomen to come undone. Your surroundings were spinning around you, the way Diluc’s hot tongue sopped up your wetness, his long fingers curling up inside your cunt, hitting that sweet spot. “I’m close.”

Diluc continued with eagerness, taking in your adorable moans, your soft thighs pressed against the sides of his head, your body trembling with how good he was making you feel. He knew where to touch you, how to make you feel so good, only him, and he took pride in that fact.

Finally, you broke under his touch. Your back arched off the couch, your hand with a fistful of his hair, as you moaned his name. Your heart in your ears as you attempted to calm yourself down from your high, but Diluc wasn’t done, his tongue slid against your still sensitive cunt, causing your body to jerk. “D-Diluc,” you whimpered, thighs shaking.

He didn’t answer, instead ran a finger teasingly slow through your folds before rising. He hovered over you on his knees, his hands quickly undoing his belt and pulling his pants down. His hard cock sprung from its confines, red and angry, already hard. You gulped as you watched him hold the base of his cock, staring down at you with eyes so red, so fiery, you knew he was going to ruin you without remorse.

Diluc leaned back down, wrapping his lips around your nipple, one hand rubbing circles on the other with his thumb. You didn’t want to wait, you wanted to feel the fullness of his thick cock, with his sweet seed. “Diluc, please. Just fuck me already.”

You felt his lips curve into a smile on your skin. He gave your breast a harsh suck before finally aligning himself at your entrance. “Are you ready?” he asked.

You nodded vigorously. Effortlessly, Diluc pushed in, bottoming out immediately. The two of you let out a groan and Diluc stilled for a moment for you to adjust to his girth. The moment he started to move, your body felt like it was burning, everything else around you didn’t exist. It was just you and Diluc. His pace was rough but steady, and your hands started clawing at his back, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“You feel so good. You’re so tight for me,” Diluc growled in your ear, leaving a hickey under your earlobe.

His compliment sent a wave of heat straight to your core and you couldn’t contain the moans that escaped your lips. Your mind, your body, your everything was filled with Diluc and only Diluc.

You attempted to muffle your sounds with your hand but Diluc grabbed your wrist. “I want to hear you,” he said in a serious tone, voice low and husky. He voice was so commanding, so possessive, so hot, you had no choice but to obey. Though you were worried your sounds could be heard from outside the room.

A loud knock on the door confirmed your worry.

Diluc didn’t stop in his thrusting, an irritated noise reverberated from his throat. “What?” his voice boomed, obviously displeased at whoever had the gall to be interrupting.

“Diluc?” Kaeya’s lilted voice could be heard from the other side. Of course it would be that nettlesome Calvary captain. “Is y/n in there with you?”

He already knew the answer to that asinine question.

“Why do you want to know?” Diluc grunted as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, making you moan a bit too loudly.

“Oh, nothing. Just tell them they were such a wonderful server. I would love to be served by them again.” His tone was so instigating, so suggesting, it annoyed Diluc to no end.

Diluc shifted his body, lifting your legs so it was close to your chest. This allowed him to fuck you in new, deeper angles. “Fuck!” The sensation made you dig your nails into his shoulder, crying out at the change in position. You were so immersed in the pleasure that you couldn’t bother thinking about whether Kaeya heard you.

“Get out, Kaeya.” Diluc said through gritted teeth, sweat from his brow trailing down his temple as he continued pumping in and out of you roughly.

“Ah, so harsh as always. Okay, okay, I’ll get going. Charles is done closing up anyways.” A pause. “Bye, you two. Have fun~” Yeah. He definitely heard. His steps finally sounded and faded away, a door shutting closed in the distance.

Diluc groaned in exasperation but he doesn’t stop, his pace inside of you doesn’t falter. Rather, he went impossibly faster, thrusting sharply that you cry out his name with no restraint. When your eyes finally met his ruby, you can see a burning flame in them, no doubt set ablaze by Kaeya’s taunts.

“Tell me who fucks you this good?” A sharp thrust. “Who does this whore belong to?” Another sharp thrust.

“Fuck, Diluc!” Tears pricked at your eyes from the intense pleasure. “You! I’m yours, all yours, and only yours.”

His fingers move to rub circles over your clit, and finally, you teeter off the edge. Your high hits you like a Mitachurl’s wooden shield, sending off a cliff of complete ecstasy. Diluc’s name is the only thing you know.

You were a mess, hair sticky on your forehead, but Diluc pulses inside your aching cunt, sensitive and raw from your second orgasm. The overstimulation was becoming too much, tears welling at your eyes.

“You’re doing so well. Just a little more, angel.” He thumbed away a tear at the corner of your eye and brushed your damp hair from your hair. Despite the erotic scene before you, your heart couldn’t help but swell with affection at how caring Diluc was, even when he was fucking you senseless.

You nodded, grabbing his shirt to pull him into a kiss. Once he pulled away, Diluc adjusted your bodies again, changing the position so you were half-laying on your side, your legs were pressed together, knees curled to your chest in a fetal-like position.

“You look so pretty like this,” Diluc said through breaths. “Needy for me, crying out for me. All for me and only me to see.” Your hair a halo around you, the fringe of your short skirt skimming your ass, your cheeks flushed, your red lips parted with moans and cries that only he could hear, could savor in and drink. A sound so enticing, so rich and delicious, better than the sweet wine his winery produces. He leaned down, kissing your shoulder.

Diluc pumped into you, chasing after his own high. He placed his hand on your ass, grabbing it so roughly the skin under his fingers bruised. He pulled almost all the way out before ramming his cock inside. You let out a yelp of surprise as his thick girth brushed against your walls, so close to sending you over the edge once more.

Diluc let out a grunt, and his thrusts soon became erratic.

“Diluc,” you moaned, “finish inside, please.”

His body twitched at your words, his motions paused briefly, for the first time since beginning, before nodding. The thought of filling you to the brim with his seed—making you his eternally—had him quickening his pace, desperately urgent to climax. Diluc rolled your clit between his fingers, and then, you break once more, calling for him. Your walls tightened around his length, and Diluc whispered your name like a prayer, before his orgasm washed over him, his hot seed spilling into you.

Neither of you moved for a moment. The only sound in the room were yours and Diluc’s shallow breathing. He pulled out of you, the white liquid dripping from your cunt and legs to the couch. Diluc helped sit you up against the armrest. You flinched at the wet squelching between your legs as you sit back against the couch and heaved a delighted yet exhausted sigh. You looked over at Diluc, who was pulling his pants up and buckling his belt, entranced by the sight of the sweat still shining on his forehead, his bright hair a mess, his cheeks flushed pink.

“Was I too rough?” he asked, sitting next to you and tracing your jawline.

You smiled, shaking your head. “It was perfect.”

Diluc leaned in to kiss you, sweetly, tenderly, a much longer kiss than the ones earlier, full with earnest love.

He pulled away. “I’m not letting you work here anymore,” he then deadpanned.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the sudden change of mood. “C’mon, Diluc! But I want to. There’s no way you can say no to me.” You gave him a radiant smile and he melted.

He knew he couldn’t say no to you, when you smiled at him so sincerely like that. “Then I will at least give you a different uniform. Lest we want something like this to happen every night.”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”

He cutely huffed at you, playfully shaking his head with a grin. "Let's go. We told Charles we would clean the bar. You also need to be cleaned up." He held out his hand and you took it gratefully, giving it a light squeeze.

[bluemingcore]

> nightmare

> diluc x reader drabble

> fluff, comforting diluc after he haves a nightmare

roaring flames, bright orange and red, the sizzling and crackling of heat, illuminating everything, making his cheeks warm and sweaty. where is he? why is he here? the heat is unbearable. much too fierce, even for a pyro vision holder. but he looks down at his hands, covered in crimson blood and his eyes widen.

"y/n?" diluc’s voice cracks like the snapping fire. you’re in his arms, heavily wounded, covered in blood. whose blood, he isn’t sure but diluc is focused on the object in your hands. faintly glowing, he recognizes the all too familiar Delusion.

"diluc," you say weakly, eyes opening slowly to take in his countenance. "i’m glad you’re safe."

"y/n.. what happened?" he breathes shakily but he’s too scared to know the answer.

your fingers tighten around the Delusion, a small smile on your face. "i know you told me it’s too dangerous to use, but i had to save you." you reach a hand out to caress his cheek, as an unknowing tear falls across his usually stoic features. in all your years with him, you never thought you’d see him shed tears.

"why?" is all diluc could muster. why save him? why sacrifice yourself? why you?

"it’s because i love you, silly. why else?" you smile at him and he breaks.

"please…" diluc’s teardrops splatter on your cheeks as your eyes close. "please, no…" he’s whimpering, trembling and sobbing as you still in his arms. the one person who brought light into his life, reignited a flame in his heart that he thought was out forever, the one person who understood who he was, and loved him for everything he went through… gone. by the same device that took the life of his father. by the same hands of that damned fatui. past the stretching flames, in the depths of the blaze, diluc howls, loud enough for all of dawn winery to hear, loud enough for all of mondstadt, loud enough for celestial to hear his agony.

diluc wakes up with a start, sweat beading down his forehead and back, his cheeks feel oddly wet.

"diluc, are you okay?"

he looks to the voice, to see you basking in the light of the moon. no wounds, no blood, a worried look on your face. his heart is still racing when you sit on the edge of the bed beside him. a cool hand rests on his forehead.

"you look shaken up. did you have a nightmare?"

diluc doesn’t say anything, he takes one look at you and engulfs you in a warm hug. you’re taken aback but you wrap your arms around him, stroking his soft hair.

"hey, it’s okay," you coo soothingly.

"please," he chokes out, "don’t go." his voice is so small, so delicate like it could break any moment.

"i’m not going anywhere, diluc. i’m right here, with you. forever and always." you feel tears smear on your shoulder and you could only hug him tighter. "do you need water or anything?"

diluc shakes his head. "just stay here with me, like this. please."

"anything for you, my love."

so you stay like that for a little longer, stroking his hair and quietly humming.

diluc takes in your scent, the shape of your body, your warmth, the way you feel against him. his tears dry up, comforted by you being real, breathing and there with him. "i love you," he mumbles.

"hm? what was that?~"

diluc nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, blush creeping up his neck as he clears his throat. "i said.. i love you."

"and i love you."

[bluemingcore]

♡ a very late happy valentine's drabble with xiao

pairing: xiao x gn!reader

summary: xiao sends you a "candy gram" each year for valentine's day. it's simple, but it's his way of saying "thank you, i love you." unbeknownst to him, you also send him one every year.

genre/cw: high school au, fluff, jealous!xiao, kissing <3

wordcount: 1,516

every valentine’s day, your school does this event, where students can buy other students roses and candy (they call it the "candy gram") for $1, and the student council will deliver it to the recipient during homeroom. the candy gram can be completely anonymous (or not), and it’s usually a way for people to anonymously confess to their crushes.

anyhow, you usually get a couple each year from various secret admirers and your friends will tease you for it. but you shrug it off. there’s only one person you want anyways. xiao—who somehow ends up in the same homeroom as you since year one, and who you have been sending candy grams to since year one.

xiao stares at you from across the room. it’s that time of the year. where the student council gives out "candy grams" from secret admirers. he thinks it’s silly, though xiao himself gets a couple every year from his own crew of admirers.

"xiao~" he looks up to see venti hovering over him. "so? did you send out any candy grams this year?"

xiao sighs, leaning back in his seat. "don’t you already know the answer to that?" venti says nothing. "i didn’t. the concept of candy grams.. is quite ridiculous. it’s just another way for the student council to get funds."

"but it’s cute, don’t ya think?"

"no, i don’t think so."

it’s a lie and xiao knows it. he hasn’t told anyone this—not even his close friend and confidant zhongli—but every year, xiao sends you a candy gram. yes, candy grams are ridiculous to him, but he has no other method in telling you he loves you (other than directly confessing, of course, but there’s no way he’s going to do that). so, every year since year one, he’s bought a "candy gram" — consisting of a (real and singular) rose and a heart-shaped chocolate. some admirers only buy one, either a rose or a heart-shaped chocolate, but xiao gets both. and every year, has written the same message, a "thank you." it may appear simplistic and plain—yes, it’s nothing like those deep "i have loved you since grade school please notice me" notes—but to xiao, it’s telling of his appreciation, his adoration, and his feelings for you. his feelings that he has harbored since middle school. since you transferred from another school and offered your gracious kindness and compassion to him. to xiao, you’re like a radiant sun on stormy days, your laughter and voice like the music of flute in the breeze—it’s really no wonder so many other students are also infatuated with you.

every year on valentine’s day, he sits in silence and hurt, watching you receive dozens of candy grams from strangers love-struck with you. he’s only glad that just like him, none of your secret admirers have the gall to confess in-person, or reveal their name. it makes the holiday more bearable, knowing that.

"who are you looking at?" venti questioned.

"no one of your concern." xiao turns to venti. "don’t you have your own homeroom class to be in?"

"oh! you’re right. it’s almost time for the candy grams to be delivered. bye xiao! tell me during lunch how many candy grams you get, kay?~"

xiao grunts a response and venti gets up to leave. while venti exits, keqing, one of the members on the student council walks in, holding a box full of… candy grams.

the class is in a frenzy, buzzing with excited smiles and chit chat. xiao glances at you, laughing with your friend, hu tao.

"three for you, xiao." keqing passes up his desk and places a rose and two chocolates on his desk. xiao doesn’t really like chocolate, the taste is too sweet for his liking. but the rose, he receives a rose every year, seemingly from the same person because it’s always in the same handwriting, with the same initials. he never looks into it, never tries to find who it is that’s sending him a rose. after all, he’s really only interested in you. xiao lifts the rose to his nose, taking a gentle whiff of the scent, as he watches keqing approach you.

"and these are for you, y/n." keqing pretty much dumps the rest of the candy grams on your desk.

xiao is surprised at the amount of candy grams you got this year. admittedly, it makes him nervous too. to see you receive so many. that means there’s more people vying for your love. an emotion that isn’t foreign to him arises in the pit of his stomach. the emotion he suppresses often, when he sees someone talk to you closely, or when he sees that flirt kaeya touch you, or that time he saw yae miko lean in to smell your shampoo. he’s jealous because he wishes he could do that.

he watches hu tao exclaim at the candy grams, asking if she can eat a chocolate. barbara is surprised too, hovering over your desk to look at the notes from the candy grams, knowing that his is in there somewhere in that pile.

"y/n!" he eyes shoot towards a figure, a boy who abruptly stood up out of his chair—he’s a transfer student who just entered the school not too long ago. xiao has seen him talking to you during lunchtime.

"yes?" you look towards the voice, puzzled.

"i… i.." the boy is close to you, standing in front of your desk and all eyes are on him. he takes a deep breath. "y/n. i have something to confess."

oh no, xiao thinks, he’s not… is he?

"my candy gram… for you… i got you a candy gram, because i-i’m in love with you, and—"

without even realizing what he’s doing, xiao is out of his chair, holding onto your wrist and pulling you outside. he’s running along the hallways, with you in tow and you’re shouting at him to wait and slow down.

"xiao, what’s wrong?" you exclaim and his footsteps slow when he reaches the end of the hallway. you’re panting, catching your breath from the running, your chest heaving. "xiao, tell me."

"i… don’t know." because he really doesn’t. he doesn’t know what came over him. the jealousy he tried to suppress for so long finally reared its ugly, green head.

your brows furrow and you frown. "you yanked me out of my desk to run all the way here for nothing?" you press.

xiao sighs, shaking his head. "i’m sorry." he tries to look up at you, but it’s hard, the sunlight streams through the window, casting you in an early morning glow and he thinks you look stunning. but he owes you an explanation. "i couldn’t stand watching that guy confess to you."

"what? why?"

"because… i.." his ears are burning and pink tints his cheeks. and you notice. you notice how adorable xiao looks, bashful and blushing, and you’ve never seen him like this. "because i’ve sent you a candy gram every year since first year. and to watch that new transfer student declare his love for you…" he sighs, "was unbearable."

you’re taken aback. xiao has sent you candy grams?! since year one?! you pause. "is yours the one that says thank you?"

xiao is red all over and there’s butterflies in his stomach because you recognized his note. he nods.

then you laugh. his stomach drops because he thinks you’re mocking him, though a part of his brain says that you’d never do that—you’re always so kindhearted.

you cover your mouth with your hand and you smile brightly. "i’m sorry. i’m not laughing at you, i swear. it’s funny because… well, i’ve sent you a candy gram since year one too."

and butterflies are swarming again. now it’s xiao’s turn to be surprised. "you… have?"

you nod, beaming at the entire situation. "yes. the one rose, with the initials? those are my initials backwards."

xiao runs out of things to say. the rose has been yours all along. he’s blushing even harder than before, because that means…

"i’ve always liked you, xiao." you glance at the floor as your face reddens. "so.. thank you for the yearly candy grams."

xiao steps closer to you, hands cupping your face. "i should be the one thanking you," he whispers, his breath light on your skin. he presses a kiss, firm and chaste, on your lips. "thank you."

his warmth leaves you and you’re grabbing his tie, pulling him back for another kiss, a kiss that sends fire through his veins, setting the butterflies in his stomach into a frenzy. he could kiss your lips like this forever, soft like clouds, you taste sweet, but a sweetness he can endure, a sweetness that’s addicting.

you break, your hand on his chest as you stare into his amber eyes. "happy valentine’s day, xiao."

"hey, you two!" you see hutao peek her head out the classroom, shouting down the hallway. "class is about to start!"

you smile and the two of you stifle soft laughter. "shall we?" xiao asks and you nod, taking his hand into yours.

[bluemingcore]

> kaeya x female reader

> nsfw

> unprotected sex, slight praise/degradation

> continuation of this

kaeya hooked his fingers over the hem of your panties and slipped them off, tossing the fabric over his shoulder. his finger grazed your entrance, slow and teasing. your body jolted at the sensation, hypersensitive from your orgasm mere minutes ago.

“you’re so wet for me,” his breath fanned against your core, making you shiver and impatient.

“please touch me, kaeya,” you begged.

“hm? impatient are we?” he chuckled, then inserted two fingers inside you, causing you to yelp as he set a rapid pace. his mouth found its way to your clit, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive bundle of nerves. you moaned, a hand finding purchase in his hair as your back arched over the desk top.

“fuck,” you panted, breathing heavy as you squeezed your eyes shut, relishing in the feeling of kaeya’s long fingers inside of you and his mouth on your cunt, lapping up your wetness. the tight pool of pleasure began quickly building inside of you, nearly ready for release once more. “k-kaeya, i’m close.”

his fingers stopped their movements, the pleasure that was building up dulled and you opened your eyes.

“kaeya?”

he said nothing and rose to his feet, hovering over you. you watched him as his tongue swirled around the fingers that were inside of you moments ago, making you groan at the sight. his hands then quickly undid the buckle of his belt, pushing his pants down just enough so his half-hardened dick could spring out. at the sight, your impatience grew and you let out another groan.

“use your words baby,” he said as he started stroking himself to full hardness, “tell me what you want.”

“your cock,” you gulped, so desperate to be filled to the brim with his length, “please. fuck me.”

“all you had to say was that.” he leaned down and nuzzled his cheek against yours, his tip teasing your entrance.

that damn kaeya was always such a tease.

his lips then crashed against yours, teeth tugging on your bottom lip, as he finally shoved his cock inside your aching core, all the way to the hilt. your eyes squeezed shut with a loud moan as you break the kiss, burying your face in the crook of kaeya’s neck.

“fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, stilling for a moment to let you adjust to his size.

he lifted his body off of you, hand clutching your hip and without much else, began snapping his hips to yours roughly. your back arched above the desk, a lewd moan spilling from your lips.

“these walls aren’t soundproof, princess.” he smirked, raising his fingers to your lips. “don’t want the other knights to walk in, do we?”

you didn’t reply, instead wrapping your mouth around his fingers and sucking on them hard. kaeya moaned as your hot tongue swirled around his calloused fingers, coating them in your saliva.

“fuck you’re so good to me.” his hips quickened their pace, fingers pressing into the skin of your hips, hard enough to leave bruises.

you moaned at the praise, sending vibrations through his body. his pace inside your wet core was rough, the wooden desk underneath you rattling with every thrust. you half worried it would break from the intensity but you couldn’t really bring yourself to care too much, too focused on how kaeya’s thick cock brushed against your walls and his fingers inside your mouth.

you watched him through half lidded eyes, his parted lips and heavy pants, the sweat trailing down this temple, his concentration on ramming his dick inside your wet hole. he hit a particularly sensitive spot and you moan, eyes rolling back.

“you’re so pretty like this. so needy and desperate for my cum to fill you up.” he removed his fingers from your mouth and began to knead your breast, your head reeling at his words and touch. “who’s cock can make you feel this good?”

you struggled to find your voice and when you didn’t answer immediately, kaeya pinched your nipple. “fuck!” you cried out, “y-yours. only your cock can make me feel so good.”

“good girl,” he cooed, a smug expression on his face as he adjusted his body, lifting your leg up and resting your ankle on his shoulder—one hand wrapped around your ankle while the other on your hip. your hands gripped the edge of the desk as kaeya’s pace inside you became impossibly faster and harsher, the change of position allowing him to hit new angles, leaving you a mewling mess.

the room was filled with the sound of flesh on flesh, the shaking of the desk as kaeya continued to fuck into you roughly, and the sounds of yours and his moans. if the other knights didn’t know the two of you were fucking in jean’s office before, they certainly knew by now.

“fuck, i-i’m close,” you whimpered, the tight knot ready to finally come undone.

“be a good girl and come on my cock.” kaeya’s hand came up to tug at your hardened nipple, then down between your legs, circling your clit lightly.

the intense stimulation caused you to moan his name, your orgasm making your body shake.

kaeya grunted as you clenched around his length, your tightening walls leaving him breathless as he chased his high, which followed not long after. he released into you, the warm liquid filling you up.

there was silence as the two of you caught your breaths.

then, without warning, kaeya unsheathed his cock, the thick liquid spilling out of you and onto the floor, and thrust back into your throbbing pussy. you let out a cry along with the sound of cum being pushed further inside of you, and the noise of the desk legs scraping against the floor reverberated through the room. tears prickled at the corners of your eyes at the over sensitivity.

“i wasn’t done,” he grunted and began setting a rapid pace inside you once more. “i said i’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk tomorrow, didn’t i?” he smirked.

you felt sorry for the mess that is to be jean's office.

[bluemingcore]

— wip teaser — a snippet of my upcoming university au, tutor!albedo fic — i have covid atm so i'm struggling to finish wips lol

albedo says something about chemical equations but honestly, it goes over your head. albedo is a great teacher, you think. he doesn’t rush you or make you nervous when you don’t know the answer to something, and he uses easy words to help you understand. you could listen to him talk forever. his voice is calming. it’s mellow, smooth and rich, sort of like… mashed potatoes. yeah, mashed potatoes. wait, mashed potatoes?

you hear your stomach growl and you redden, your hand covering your stomach. “sorry.”

“it’s okay. we’ve been at this for a while now, you must be hungry. i’m a little hungry as well.” albedo closes the textbook. “should we go to my place?”

you stare at him, mouth agape. “w-what?” you stammer, unblinking. HIS WHAT? your mind blanks.

“part of our agreement is that you are willing to cook for me, correct?” he collects his backpack and stands. “this is a prime opportunity to show me your cooking skills.”

you laugh awkwardly. oh, that’s what he meant. “oh yeah, that’s totally what i was thinking too.”

“you’ve been to my apartment before. technically, kaeya’s and my apartment.”

riiiight. kaeya is albedo’s roommate. albedo is kaeya’s roommate. then why were you so flabbergasted when albedo invited you to his (and kaeya’s) apartment? it’s not like it’s weird. you’ve been to their apartment before. nothing new.

[bluemingcore]

> kaeya x female reader

> nsfw

> thigh riding, slight degradation

> part two

“you’re gonna have to work harder than that, dear, if you wanna cum,” kaeya whispered in your ear.

your body, settled between his thigh, hands grasping his shoulders, as you continued to drag your crotch against his thigh.

you had visited kaeya, who was currently “acting acting grand master” while jean was away at the golden apple archipelagos, while he was doing favonius work in jean’s office. you had made yourself comfortable on his lap, chest pressed against his, arms embracing him while you waited for him to finish whatever paperwork it was that needed his attention. then, he had started tapping his foot while one hand rubbed circles on your waist. his leg bouncing up and down sent vibrations straight to your core, as your were merely wear thin laced panties underneath your summer dress.

and well, now here you were, grinding yourself against the rough fabric of kaeya’s pants, desperately chasing your high while kaeya sat there, amused.

you were so needy, the heat between your legs aching, you could only dig your nails into kaeya’s shoulders for stability as your hips never stopped its movements.

“kaeya,” you breathed, “please…” was all you could really manage, your voice small and desperate.

kaeya stopped his writing, peering at you, then began bouncing his leg up and down. “since you asked so sweetly,” he said, kissing your cheek.

you groaned at the harsh vibrations sending pleasure through your body and looked at kaeya through hooded eyes. one hand lingered on the skin of his jaw, tilting his head towards you, as you leaned forward to capture his lips in a heated kiss.

he was surprised at first but responded, his hand coming up to rest on the nape of your neck, pushing you towards him as his tongue entered your mouth with ease. his leg only bounced harder, causing you to moan in his mouth as you ground your hips harder and faster.

“look how needy you are.” he lifted your chin up, a smile on his face as the saliva on your lips glinted in the dim lights. he could feel your wetness seeping through your panties and onto his pants. “getting off on my thigh. you’re such a slut, aren’t you?”

he let go of your chin and you dropped your head down as you moaned, not even able to form a coherent sentence, you could only nod, as you were so focused on your climax.

kaeya chuckled, brushing hair away from your sweaty forehead. “you’re so adorable like this, you know that?”

you could only whimper, your hands moving back on his shoulders for support.

his gloved hand cupped your breast, gently massaging it through the fabric of your dress. “you’re not even wearing a bra?” he clicked his tongue. “did you come in here hoping something like this would happen?”

you shook your head vigorously, whimpers and moans falling from your lips.

kaeya chuckled again, leaning in to kiss your earlobe and moving down your neck. “cum on my pants and show me how badly you want me to fuck you. do that and i’ll fuck you right here on jean’s desk. you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

tears pooled at the corner of your eyes as you nodded with a whimper, his words making you wetter as you moved your hips faster. you were so close, so close to getting what you wanted.

kaeya then pinched your nipple, a cry escaping your lips at the sudden stimulation and your hips stuttered. your nails dig into his shirt, your knuckles pale as your body trembled with a moan, your climax finally washing over you.

you slumped against kaeya, head resting on his shoulder as he patted your back.

“good girl.” he kissed your hair and then you heard the sound of paper rustling.

kaeya abruptly stood up, his hands holding onto your waist as he hoisted you atop the desk. he kneeled, spreading your legs further apart and planted a wet kiss on your inner thigh.

“i’m a man of my word.” he kissed your thigh again, a finger pressing against the wet patch on your panties, causing you to shake under his touch. “i’ll make sure you can’t even walk tomorrow.”

[bluemingcore]

> diluc x gender neutral reader

> fluff; diluc comforts you

> word count: 549

> messy short drabble bc i had a bad day </3

diluc wraps his arms around you, cheek resting on the top of your head, hand rubbing languid circles on your back. your arms around his torso tightens, face buried in his chest as you choke back sobs bubbling in your throat.

“it’s okay, it’s okay. i’m here. it’s okay to cry in front of me. i’m here for you.” his hushed voice reverberates through your connected bodies.

his soft, gentle tone breaks you and you crumble in his arms. the sobs you were trying so hard to hold back bursts free, an ached cry finally escaping from your lips as you press your face further into his chest. your body shakes with every sorrowful wail, your lips and shoulders trembling as the salty tears fall.

diluc doesn’t say anything. he continues to rub comforting circles on your back, squeezing your small frame into his. he lets you cry. as long as you need to, you are safe to cry and be vulnerable in his arms. safe and protected from the world with him.

your eyes rimmed red, your bottom lip quivering, your sobs turn into light hiccups, the tears feeling sticky on your cheeks as they dry. you pull your face away after a while, looking up at the man whose strong arms are wrapped so protectively around you. you glance at his tear stained shirt, then back at him.

“i-i got your shirt wet,” you hiccup, tears prickling your eyes, “s-sorry.”

he chuckles, deep and soft. “it will dry, no need to worry.” he caresses your hair. “i’m more concerned about you.” he brings his hands to cup your damp cheeks, thumbs brushing away spilling tears.

you place your hand over his, sniffling and nodding. “…yeah, i think i will be okay, eventually.”

diluc presses a gentle kiss on your forehead and grabs your hand in his. through calloused fingers, he felt warm, like a ray of sunshine after rain that brings a feeling of serenity and light. a feeling that couldn’t be more comforting and reassuring of your place in this world. “whenever you need me, without hesitation, i will hold your hand through the darkness and be your flame.”

you stare at him; his words genuine, piercing through your tattered soul like an arrow dipped in golden light, spreading through your chest so warmly. once again, tears pool at your eyes and finally, in what felt like decades, you smile.

your lips curve into a smile brighter than any flame diluc could ever possess. he feels like putty in your hands when you smile at him like this. “i promise i’ll protect your smile,” he whispers, leaning in so close you can feel his hot breath mingle with yours. and he kisses you. sweet, soft, gentle, comforting, reassuring. these words are what you’d use to describe the man pressed against you.

when you break apart, you give him another smile. instead of sorrowful tears, tears of joy run down your cheeks. ‘thank you’ wouldn’t suffice. those two words could not capture your true sentiments for him, the feelings of gratitude and appreciation that run deep for him and his genuine kindness.

instead you say, “i love you diluc.”

he looks startled at first but smiles. a rare smile that reaches his eyes. “and i love you.”

[bluemingcore]

> wip teaser

> a short preview of my upcoming yandere!childe x reader fic titled bad alive

> because i don't have any finished works at the moment, here's a short teaser of (one of many) a wip featuring childe which hopefully i will finish soon lol

you first met childe when he was just ajax. when he lived in the little village in snezhnaya, fishing and playing with his siblings. you remember when he would bring you freshly picked sweet flowers from his fishing trips, knocking on your front door and hiding them behind his back before saying: “surprise! i picked these for you! they reminded me of you.”

you always thought he was so sweet and innocent back then, with big blue eyes that were curious about the world around him and brimming with so much energy, he didn’t want to stay in one place—and maybe that’s why he left your little village, to go exploring on his own, making his eventual descent into the depths of the abyss.

well, even now, you still believe some of those traits of his remain true. even when his eyes no longer turn bright and curious but instead flashes dangerous and cold, you still held a sliver of hope that somewhere he’s the same ajax you once knew when you were kids.

you held onto that sliver of hope right into the very end.

the next time you met ajax, he wasn’t known as ajax, rather he was dubbed tartaglia, or childe, his epithet the 11th harbinger of the fatui. he was known to be a man always hungry for battle. and you were just starting off as a new fatui member.

he had a look of surprise when he recognized your face amongst the group of new fatui recruits. your gaze never left him when you spotted him with the other harbingers and there was something in his eyes that you couldn’t quite name (until much later) when he saw you.

you thought your reunion would be a joyous one, somewhat at least. but when he grabbed your hand, leading you away from the other recruits, you knew it wouldn’t be.

he fussed at you, scolded you, and questioned why, just why would you willingly choose to become a fatui agent. (ironic too, when you were kids, you were the one scolding him for being too reckless). you didn’t tell him you wanted to see him. you didn’t tell him it was follow him, to be with him. no, you didn’t tell him the truth of your ambitions.

after all those years, a confession between childhood friends dangled in time and space, like a dud firework frozen in the air, never exploding but never hitting the ground either.

an anticipation weighed heavily on the shoulders of two could be lovers.

you knew being a member of the fatui would be dangerous and even difficult. you prepared yourself. you taught yourself martial arts and sword fighting, working yourself to the bone and training night after night, day after day; sometimes you’d find yourself asleep in the forest, not knowing how you fell asleep in the first place. but you would pick yourself up and continue on. continuing and continuing so tenaciously like this, one day you found in your hands, a vision.

a gift from the archons. you took that as your sign to keep on with your ambitions. with a vision, you felt as if you were finally allowed to see him.