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masc ENTJ and INTP ambiguously calling each other "partner" for their entire lives straight 🌈🌟

also bonus fem INTJ and ENTP at the end! 😵‍💫💫

// nerdy rant, but the designs were heavily inspired by The Great Ace Attorney, which has some of the best NT characters

ENTJ and INTP's interactions here were basically ripped from the mc and his "partner"'s conversations (who are also INTP and ENTJ)

We need like “unclench your jaw” posts but for eye strain. Like

Go look at something 20ft away for 20 seconds.

for all his teasing and bantering, kaeya is so good at comforting you if you had a bad day...

you come home after a particularly bad day and he starts in on you ("oho! look who finally decided to come home...") but then you cover your eyes and immediately begin to cry. kaeya will stop whatever he's doing and walk over to you, put his hands on your shoulders before pulling you into his chest and he'll say softly against your hair, "what can i do to make it better?"

he can be such an insufferable troll sometimes, but he will be your rock when it matters the most, when you need him the most.

Thinking abt diluc who hugs you tight and snuggles his face to your neck when you are still scrolling on the phone, grunting in protest wanting you to focus on him and sleep

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 throat, 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, you know what he wants.

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.

𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒

⌇ feat. diluc ragnvindr

⌇ premise. words that are left unsaid but not unheard.

⌇ cw. insecurities, angst undertones, gn!reader

"Are you happy with me?"

It's a question that Diluc asks you to reassure himself, because behind the cold, confident front he puts on, there’s a little boy who thinks he's failed as a son and as a brother. And Diluc’s biggest fear is failing again—this time as your partner. 

It's a question that Diluc asks you every night. He comes home late from work, exhaustion settling into his bones as he quietly opens the door to your shared bedroom. Sighing, Diluc leans against the door frame, a faint smile on his lips as he observes the moonlight illuminating your sleeping figure. But the smile slowly fades when he realizes that you too might someday leave him, just like his brother—just like his father.

Insecurity continues to fester in his mind until he hears you stir from across the room. You sit up, your hair adorably disheveled, and reach your arms out toward him. And Diluc obliges, shedding his jacket to climb under the covers next to you and sink into your familiar embrace, an arm wrapping around your waist.

“Hello, love,” he mutters before pressing his lips to your forehead. You mumble something incomprehensible before tugging him down to lay beside you, the heat from your body warming his.

A finger is traced across your cheeks and down to your lips. You scrunch your nose at the ticklish feeling and Diluc lets out a soft laugh before running his fingers through your hair in apology. Tucking your head into the crook of his neck, he closes his eyes, chasing after the drowsiness that weighs his eyelids down. But the seeds of doubt planted in his mind start to sprout, and Diluc turns to face you again.

"Are you happy with me?" The words are whispered across the cotton sheets. 

A silent moment passes, and Diluc thinks you’ve fallen asleep. But then you turn towards him to meet those doubtful scarlet eyes and blindly reach for his hand, weaving your fingers through his and letting him hear the sound of your wedding rings tapping against each other. And although you don't say a word, he understands. 

Courted by a… Hero?

synopsis: Diluc has feelings for you, but is under the impression that you do not reciprocate - his courting attempts show as much. But he comes to find out, that you are at ease around his alter ago… 

It won’t hurt to try and court you as the Darknight Hero. Right?

pairing: Diluc x fem!reader

tw: fluff, pining, courting, seemingly unreciprocated feelings, Darknight Hero!Diluc

word count: 3k words

a/n: this was suggested by a lovely anon~

Diluc Ragnvindr is enamored with you.

Diluc Ragnvindr thinks he is not that subtle about his affections. But it seems that he actually is, because otherwise the Master of the Dawn Winery does not understand how you manage to miss all the clues, all the longing gazes, all the small compliments and acts he does for you in attempts to hint that he’d like to court you.

Аpparently the longing in his eyes is lost in his regular stoic and a bit mournful expression, small compliments are so polite that it’s not hard to mistake them for his gentlemanly antics, and his other actions are just a thread away from acts of service and help, which, given his сhivalry nature, do not stand out too.

Diluc doesn’t get many opportunities to see you, since you do not visit the tavern often, but he tries so hard to make the meetings more numerous. An invitation to play cards at the Cat’s Tail here and there, an insistence to walk you home, an offer to accompany you through the market as you go grocery shopping, always coming with an excuse of checking on the goods to tell Elzer later what purchases they should change for the Winery and its workers. Adelinde always smiles at him knowingly whenever some new dishes are added to his menu.

He is trying to show his affections to you, he really does, but he is too dense for that to come out exactly as he pictured it in his head. However, when you smile at him softly, accepting his offers, when you vent a little to him about a stupid coworker, when you stop at the Good Hunter to have supper with him - he thinks that the long process is worth it.

It’s a great surprise, but the first time he gets an opportunity to hold you close is not a part of you dating him. No, your relationship is far from that, and his persona is hidden under the mask and a hooded cape, as he carries you bridal style. He is well aware of you staring up at him, but he can’t make himself lower his gaze and meet with yours. He is just bringing you to a safe place after you twisted your ankle on a late evening run to catch a cat for your neighbor - a sweet old woman, whose pet seems to love escaping on an almost daily basis.

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DILUC NSFW HEADCANONS

cw: bottom!diluc, top!gn reader, cockwarming, overstim, prostate milking, spanking, hair pulling (all diluc receiving)

minors dni

when you two just started dating, he was very shy about his kinks. you had to make him tell you. when you played with him, untill he was a sobbing, overstimulated mess, begging you to let him cum. he told you everything ♡

he cums so much harder, when you're all over him, and as he's reaching his orgasm, you suddenly yank his hair. the sudden pain, mixed with pleasure makes him feel things...♡

if you suck his dick under his desk, while hes working, and someone enters his office, he'll try soo hard to not moan while trying to control his voice cracks when you start sucking harder, and make him continue to suffer as his pulsating cock is wrapped up oh so nicely, against your lips, and he can't do anything about it ♡

he's into spanking. you can make him cum just by making his plump ass red with your palm, as he's sobbing and moaning hard from the pain ♡

prostate milking? yes sir!! he's sitting on your lap and moaning right into your ear as your fingers penetrate his tight pink hole non stop. hold him in one place with your other hand on his waist, and don't stop untill every drop of cum is gone from his cock, and staining your stomach, and his thighs. ♡

whenever you put your hand on his waist, even in public, he's thinking of you railing and ruining him on the spot.♡

a/n: i want to eat him

Kaeya teaching reader how to ride a horse 🐎

"Don't be afraid now," Kaeya hummed as he stepped further into the stables. The shadows swallowed him up and from the darkness spilled noises you weren't familiar with. You were the one who asked him to help you, but now you were having second thoughts.

"I'm not afraid," you lied.

Slowly, you stepped through the threshold. The heat of the sun dissipated in the coverage of the stables, clumps of hay under your feet cause you to slip every few steps while a warm, musty smell filled your nose. The energy of the horses permeated the building, you wrang your hands together to steady yourself.

Down the row you saw Kaeya reach out to a beautiful chestnut-colored horse. It stepped toward him as he reached out his hand to greet it. His face was soft, happy, you were jealous by the way he gazed at it. "Hello, sweet girl," he mused, his hands running across her head and down her sturdy neck. The horse bucked her head toward him and Kaeya chuckled. "I missed you too," he replied to her movement and placed a hand on the end of her nose. When he turned back to you, you felt your knees shake. "I know you like to stare at me, but we came here to help you learn how to ride. Remember?" Embarrassed, you nodded curtly before briskly walking to his side, stopping just enough behind him to keep distance between you and the horse. "This is Penny. Say hello."

"H-Hello," you mumbled but did as requested.

Kaeya laughed, grabbing your hand so fast you had no chance to react, "Not like that," smoothly, he placed your hand on Penny's nose and let his rest over top to keep it there, "Like this. Now go on, try again," he said, eyeing you as if to make sure you did it properly this time.

You looked at him then back at Penny, then back to Kaeya who gave you a reassuring nod. Swallowing, you focused your attention on Penny and the feeling of her under your hand, "Hello, Penny," you greeted and she replied with a small bob of her head. She shifted her weight and you heard the sound of her hooves on the ground, felt the sharp shake of her body as it reverberated through her. You'd only ever seen horses from a distance - to be this close to one - it was more intense than you thought it would be. "Hello," you greeted again as your hand moved to the side of her head so you could pet her.

"Now that's more like it," Kaeya hummed. You chuckled at his comment and hoped your face didn't give away how aware you were to his proximity. If he wanted, he could easily place his hand against your back, or lean in and brush his nose against your cheek. Though he wouldn't do that ... right? You shook your head at the thought.

"So ..." you cleared your throat and let your hand wander to the other side of Penny's face, "when can I ride her?"

Kaeya smirked, crossing his arms, "Next week."

"What!?" You shouted and made Penny retreat from your touch. Sighing, you put up your hands and mouthed an apology as if she could understand you, "What do you mean next week?" you inquired, voice calmer even if your facial expressions weren't.

"There's still a lot to learn. It would be irresponsible to allow you to ride without learning the proper techniques, and far more paperwork," he ended with a sigh, placing a hand on his hip and shaking his head at the thought.

You were disappointed but understood where he was coming from. "Alright ... yeah," there was a sadness in your tone that brought Penny back to your side. Her head bobbed down toward your face and made you smile even in your disappointment.

"Now don't get too upset."

"I know, I'm not ..." Kaeya knew you were lying, even the horse flies knew you were lying, you just hoped they'd let you live in that lie for a moment longer.

"You know," Kaeya began as he took a step toward you, "it's not all bad."

"Why?"

He smirked and it was hard not to shy away from the sharp point of his lip as it rose up his cheek, but you stood your ground, kinda, "This means we get to spend every day together."

Your face felt hot so you turned away and focused on Penny whose ears were twitching and eyes were taking it all in, "... y-yeah ..."

"There's a lot to learn you know," he continued as he moved behind you. You went stiff at the feeling of his fingers on your hips, you tried to breath, tried to relax but he was so close and you were overheating. "We'll have to take our time ..." It felt like his face was inches from your ear, his breath spread across your cheek - it was more than you could take.

Suddenly, Penny cried out and pushed her head near the both of you, forcing you to both to step aside or be hit by her boney face. You were relieved by her actions, taking in a sharp breath when you were in your own bubble again. "I um - I just remembered I needed to --" you stumbled, both over your words and the slick straws of hay at your feet as you backpedaled toward the door. "I'll see you tomorrow then?" He nodded and you returned the gesture before turning on your heels and making your way out of the stables.

Kaeya watched you leave, his imagination running wild at the expressions you were making, at the way you cupped your cheeks as you turned to head back down the path. His heart was pounding but he stayed calm - or as calm as he could. Penny turned toward him and he held her face with his right palm and patted her nose with the other. "We'll take all the time we need," he repeated with a smile and Penny bumped into him as if to remind him to have - even an ounce - of restraint.

Hi dear, it's okay if i ask for some comfort with diluc or alhaitham?. I have been through pretty rough times lately and i really would love a hug right now

𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄

synopsis: diluc comforts you amidst rough times

characters: diluc x gn!reader

wc: 939

warnings: hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, crying, just general comfort stuff

notes: anon, i am so sorry you have been going through rough times :( i truly hope things get better for you and i am sending you all the hugs in the world! hopefully this fic can bring you a little bit of peace in the meantime ❤️

“Are you okay?”

It was a simple question. One you’re pretty sure you had heard more than a thousand times in your life. Like when you scraped your knee badly as a kid that you cried for four hours straight. Or when you got rejected by that guy you liked when you were twelve. The time you failed your acceptance exam into the Knight’s of Favonius. The time you laughed so hard in public you fell to the floor crying. Even during the aftermath of your first argument with him.

You hated it if you were being honest. The sentiment was nice, but so hard to answer. How were you supposed to sum up all of your emotions in a few sentences? How were you supposed to convey the pain in your knees that day? Or why you were crying from laughter? Or the ache in your chest when he first made you cry?

Your back was turned to the door, but you could hear the fear in Diluc’s voice when he entered the room. His footsteps were hesitant, like he were approaching a bear trap and was terrified of setting it off by accident. You couldn’t miss his breathing either — so limited. As if taking one wrong breath would cause an explosion.

Diluc rounded the corner of the bed where he found you, illuminated gently by the warm lantern light that was just bright enough to dimly light the darkened room. You were sat up against the frame of the carefully made bed the two of you shared, knees tucked together and arms lazily resting atop of them.

An inhale of air made you think he was going to speak again, and truthfully, he was. The idea of repeating the question flashed in his mind, but Diluc opted against it. He already knew the answer. It would be stupid to ask again and he knew you wouldn’t like it.

Carefully, Diluc sat down next to you, posture and pose mirrored your own. A five inch gap sat comfortably between the two of you. You were lovers, yes, but Diluc knew not to get too close to you when you were upset — not without your permission, at least. You spared him a tiny glance, so quick he almost missed it. But not quite fast enough for him. In that tiny split second, a whirlwind of emotions put themselves on display for him.

Anger. Regret. Anxiousness. Melancholy.

There were tears in your eyes too, he saw. A few had even ventured down your face, reawakened constantly by new ones taking their place; never quite given the chance to dry. Diluc frowned at the sight. He was a hateful man, full of regret and pain from his past that he never seemed to be able to shake. There were so many things he hated with his whole being, so many people and places. Those who wronged him and those who left him. Places which brought back horrid memories that shook his soul to dark depths he didn’t want to get acquainted with.

Your tears were one of the things he hated. It was rare for those pesky little droplets of water to symbolize a feeling of happiness. Your eyes certainly proved that point correct.

“Can I?” He asked in a polite whisper. You’d been dating for more than two years and yet he still asked for permission for everything. Diluc would hate to make you uncomfortable. And so, when your head nodded up and down, he gently removed his gloves from his hands and placed them on your cheeks. The tears that once adorned them were taken away by his gentle hands that warmly dusted them from your face.

As soon as they were gone, you scooted closer to him, closing the gap to lean your head on his shoulder. As much as you wanted to portray a sense of bitterness to him to accompany your sadness, you couldn’t help the way your heart warmed when he sat down next to you. Any sense of hostility that protected your heart faded away and you melted into him like ice in a hot drink.

The tears flowed again, but he didn’t mind. If you needed him to wipe them away again, he’d be readily there to. Your lip quivered as you spoke to him of your troubles as of late: the aching feeling that never seemed to leave from deep within your chest, the constant spike of pain from behind your eyes before they began to water, the lump that made it so hard to talk to anyone. The entire world felt like it was falling apart around you and you couldn’t do a thing to stop it.

Wordlessly, Diluc’s arms wrapped around your torso, bringing you close to him. He knew there was no words that could fill the space you had in your heart. No words that could guarantee everything would be fine. Diluc had experienced a lifetime of pain and loss, pain he hoped you would never have to experience. Sweet nothings don’t fix anything. He knew that well. So he held onto you, and he held on tight.

“I’m here for you, okay? You don’t have to hide from me when things get rough,” he rubbed your back up and down as your head lay against the crook of his neck, “I love you so much, and I never want you to have to deal with this kind of pain on your own.”

A faint smile fought your frown as it appeared on your face, lips ever so slightly upturning, “I know. I love you too.”

Breathe for me, dearest. It's alright. I've got you. You're doing well. Come on, let's dry those tears and we'll get you comfortable by the fire. You can tell me about what happened, if you choose. If not, then I can tell you about my day. How does that sound?

-Diluc Ragnvindr

[ BUSINESS DEAL ] DILUC RAGNVINDR.

“has anyone ever told you how beautiful your eyes are?”

diluc rolls his eyes as you giggle at the slurred comment, watching you mumble a quiet thank you as you refill the glass of the drunk stranger before you. he can’t help but huff as he takes a sip from his own glass, fighting the urge to knock what must be the millionth drink from the man’s hand.

it’s valentine’s day.

meaning, diluc gets to watch dozens of single men drink away their miseries and hit on you while he sits in his stool at the far corner of cat’s tail, swirling his glass of grape juice with a frown on his face. maybe he should be running his own tavern instead of watching you, but with every sly comment you get, he gets less concerned with angel’s share and more concerned with keeping an eye on you.

and you’re sweet—almost too sweet for your own good, laughing each comment off and maybe even throwing a flirty one back here and there. it’s never anything too serious, but he can’t read you, can’t tell if you like the attention or if you’re simply too kind to fully reject the advances of a guy after he’s had one too many drinks.

still, whether you enjoy the attention or not, diluc can’t help but feel a pang of…jealousy? is that what it is? he’s not too sure—but he’s long come to terms that there’s something a bit more than simple fondness in his heart for you, but he’s almost certain you don’t feel the same.

and he doesn’t blame you—you’re gentle and kind with something fierce about you underneath it all. you’re perfect and you should look for such, not settle for the distant and troubled man that he is.

“more grape juice?” you pop up before him and break his train of though before he even registers you’ve moved. he’s been too focused on glaring holes into the side of the man’s head from just a few seconds ago.

“i’ve had enough,” he mumbles, “but thank you.”

“you know, master diluc,” you grin, eyes crinkling in that ever so precious way they always do.

“i’ve already told you, you don’t have to keep referring to me as—”

“if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you’re trying to ruin business here.”

he blinks, and you giggle, and somewhere deep in his mind, he knows that you’re just messing with him. still, a more panicked part of him wonders if you think lowly of him enough to really think that.

“now, why would i do that?” he raises a brow, and for a fleeting second, at the sound of your soft chuckle, his heart does a painful squeeze and his palms grow sweaty.

“i guess you could call us business rivals,” you hum.

“i wouldn’t say so,” he shrugs, “although i wouldn’t mind having you tend to my own tavern instead.”

“oh, really? then—”

and then you’re interrupted, and there’s a figure slumping onto the stool beside diluc and leaning over the counter, pulling your attention off of him and onto the stranger that so rudely intruded the conversation he’s been waiting to have with you all night.

“and what’s a pretty face like you doing in a place like this?” the stranger purrs, and diluc’s grip on his glass gets tighter, the frown on his lips tugging into a deep scowl.

“oh,” you say shyly, looking down with a nervous laugh, “what can i get you, sir?”

“how much for a date?” the man grins.

before you can answer, diluc cuts in before he can really even think.

“nothing you could afford.” truthfully, he’s as shocked as you, but he ignores the confused look you give him in favor of glaring at the man that finally turns to him, watching as the stranger’s eyes widen slightly with recognition as soon as they fall onto the long, red locks.

there’s a slight bit of pride underneath all the irritation—which is unlike him. diluc doesn’t care for fancy titles and recognition, he doesn’t care of the rumors and gossip and he doesn’t care about what his name around town might be. but for some odd reason, he finds there’s a bit of pride when the man scurries away dejected—like there’s no doubt that between him and someone like diluc ragnvindr, the choice is clear.

he wonders if you feel that way, if in a tavern full of men, he’d be the one you’d pick. there’s an ache in his heart at the thought, a desperation he’s never felt before to be picked—to be wanted.

and maybe, even with everything he has, he has nothing at all if you’re not his too.

“see?” you ask, “you’ve definitely got it out for us, haven’t you? scaring off my customers.”

your voice pulls him back to reality, and now he’s blushing as he realizes he has to explain his actions to you as you stare at him expectantly. he almost wants to promptly exit, maybe never even leave the winery and show his face near here again so he doesn’t have to explain that yes, diluc ragnvindr, the most eligible bachelor of mondstadt, is jealous.

“i-it’s not like that,” he tries to explain, “i just…”

“just wanted make our prices seem too high to our customers?” you raise a brow.

there’s amusement in your eyes—and he thinks for a moment that you must be enjoying watching him squirm, that you must enjoy making him trip over his words and scramble to find an appropriate explanation.

“no!” he says quickly, “i’m sure you know just as well as i do that men in taverns are hardly respectable ones, so i just—”

“and do tell, master diluc,” you come closer, coming face to face with your nose almost brushing against his. he can see the flecks in your eyes and feel your lingering warmth from this close, making his heart stop completely and his hand clutch his glass so tight, he wonders how it’s not shattered yet. “who is a respectable man?”

“well—”

“perhaps sir kaeya is more suitable—”

“certainly not,” he scowls, missing the way you bite back a grin, “the knights are hardly trustworthy either.”

“so then who might that leave,” you wonder out loud, “ah, i see. then that leaves you, doesn’t it?”

diluc thinks you’re trying to kill him. he thinks you must be trying to get rid of him and hurt his business instead, because why else would you make his poor heart palpitate like this? there’s a satisfied smirk on your face, a smug and all too mischievous one that makes him wish he’d have downed a few glasses of wine instead of juice.

“and if it does?” to his credit, his voice is still smooth and confident, the only remaining thread of dignity he has left for the night.

“well, with the wine industry at your fingertips, you must be able to afford most things rather easily.”

and perhaps, all this time, you really have felt the same—he thinks it’s certainly a possibility when your forehead meets his and your noses brush.

“i suppose so,” he hums, and before he can change his mind, he takes a chance. “well then, name your price for a date.”

he watches the way your eyes soften ever so slightly up close, and with a bright grin, you turn your head, pecking his cheek swiftly before pulling away.

“it’s on the house,” you say cheekily, “consider us business partners.”

this is all bc bub sent me a diluc tik tok that made me just about pass out

SLEEP TALK — KAEYA ALBERICH.

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ kaeya + somnophilia - you decide to help kaeya in his sleep a little

♱ kinktober ⋮ find the masterlist here !!

♱ length ⋮ 1.4k words

♱ contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, somnophilia, dubious consent, dry humping, handjobs, unprotected sex (no prep), creampie, pet names (princess)

♱ notes ⋮ genshin has ruined my life i think.

you hear him before you feel him.

kaeya’s body rolls over to find yours in his sleep, the soft melody of his voice ringing in your ears in what you’re sure is a groan. at first, you’re worried it’s a nightmare—he’s prone to those sometimes, as much as he hides it.

but this is different. no, this has an air of neediness in his voice that you think you’d recognize anywhere. and then he presses against your back, the heat of his crotch finding your ass as he grinds his hips for friction. he’s still asleep, you realize, still slipped blissfully into unconsciousness as he lets out a quiet moan this time. it’s against the skin of your neck, making you’s shiver as you feel him press himself up against you.

“you,” you roll your eyes, “are simply too much.” it’s almost like he can hear you because there’s a low whine ripped from his lips as his breath comes out in soft pants. whatever he must be dreaming of, it must be good—especially if he calls out your name like that in a breathy cry.

it makes a small grin of satisfaction tug onto your face—even in slumber, he’s still entirely yours.

“m-more,” he mumbles in his sleep, hips rutting against you in desperate search of your familiar tightness, like the dissonance between his dreams and his reality are just a touch too tangible. you think you might just have to do something about it, turning slowly to face him.

he’s pretty—always has been, always making the breath catch in your throat as the contrast of tanned skin and blue hair fall along your gaze. he’s always been soft, cool lips and rough, warm hands against your own, always given too much and yet, not enough of himself all at once.

so you trail feather light kisses along his jaw, let your hand slowly wander down south to where he needs you as you enjoy the moment of full control with kaeya for once.

“sound so pretty,” you hum when he rasps a surprised grunt as your hand wraps around his hardened cock, “too bad you can’t hear yourself right now. you always love hearing yourself talk,” you snicker.

there’s affection in your words, deep and raw and soaked in devotion. love makes you dip knives with honey, you think, the sweetness dripping between the sliced skin, the pleasure mingling with the pain you know is soon to come.

your hand pumps his girth a few times, thumb swiping along the tip to collect the beads of leaking pre cum. he shudders, breathes out a whimper as you smear the wetness along his length and stroke him slowly. his hips buck, rolling up and into your fist as he chases the sweet pleasure you grant him, mirroring what he must be living in his fantasies.

“f-fuck,” he curses in a whispered moan, “ngh—‘s good.”

you can see the small cracks of his consciousness slip through, the way his hands fist the sheets, the way his nose crinkles and his mouth parts, the way his voice seems to get louder with every groan that sings from gus throat. and then his eyes blink open, slowly adjusting to the dark of the room while he gathers his surroundings.

he lets himself fall completely into your hands, arm falling limply over his eyes as he groans and fucks his fist up into your hand.

“my, princess,” he grins through labored pants, “rather impatient of you, don’t you think? have you fallen for my charms so—”

“always so talkative,” you scoff, “maybe you’re impatient—at least wake me up in the morning if you need it so badly.”

he has the audacity to chuckle before biting his lip as his eyes flutter shit when your thumb glides over his slit, squeezing your fist around his tip before your stroking down his length. the room is filled with the sound of his quick pants and the squelch of his cock fucking your fist, your hand slapping against his pelvis with each downstroke.

he close, you can tell—but then he stops you with a tight grip on your wrist and a strained groan as his jaw tightens from his impending orgasm dying down.

“what are you—” you don’t get a chance to finish before he’s rolling over you, swollen lips from biting pressing against yours in a hungry kiss. his hands roam along your body, tugging off the articles of clothing in his way as he moans into your mouth.

when the blunt head of his cock taps against your clit, his hips rolling softly for featherlight friction along your dripping entrance, your head falls against the plush of the pillow as you gift him with a whine.

“oh? would you look at that, you’re dripping,” he hums, “already so perfect and wet for me, don’t you think?”

“no teasing,” you huff, “i didn’t tease you.”

he chuckles, pressing a delicate kiss to your jaw before letting his head fall to your neck as he slowly pushes past your folds, splitting you open with his cock as he drags along your walls with his veins. he thick—angles into you to nudge against the spongy spot that makes you gasp, hands moving to cup the back of his head as you whimper.

“there is simply never enough of you,” he breathes, “so pretty, so perfect.”

kaeya, you’ve learned, is like the first drops of snow on the ground, the soft glaze over the grass that leaves your eyes wide and breath caught, the lingering cool breeze the kisses your skin and has you shivering, the ice that melts and drips along a steady stream. he’s soft to the touch under your warm palm, shards of ice melting under your blazing heat as he opens himself to you.

“k-kaeya,” you gasp softly, feel his tip grazing along your sweet spot, his navel rubbing against your clit with every roll of his hips, his skin slapping against yours as you lose yourself to the drag of his cock along your dripping walls.

it’s a mess—there’s a mixture of your slick and his pre cum pooling between you both as it costs your skin, but you tug him closer, let your fingers wrap loosely around his tousled strands of hair as you tug.

“so tight,” he moans, “feels good, princess?” his voice is slurred against your neck, low groans brushing against your skin and making your shudder against his hold as you nod furiously, mewling when he angles his hips just perfectly. he drills his hips into you, bullying the thick stretch of his length in and out of your abused cunt with sloppy rhythm.

“yes,” you whimper, “yes, yes—so good. ‘m gonna cum, please.”

“then cum,” he growls simply, sucking on the skin of your neck as his thumb finds your clit and rolls harsh circles into the sensitive nub. as if on command, you shatter, clutching onto him tightly as your back arches off the mattress.

you cum with a broken wail, choking on his name as kaeya fucks you through your high. he’s groaning loud and low into your neck as your right walls spasm around his aching cock, and he’s close—you can tell from the way his hips are sloppy and grinding into you, from the way his arms are almost shaking to hold himself up right. with one, two, three more thrusts of his hips against you, he chokes on his own cry of your name, head digging deeper into the crook of your neck as his orgasm crashes over him.

you can feel the thick, hot ropes of cum filling you up with each twitch of his cock, spilling down your thighs as he slips in and out of your cunt and fucks you full. your thighs quake from the sensitivity, and with the last few roll of his hips, he slumps over your body, pressing his dampened skin against yours as he blankets you with his weight.

“do you want to tell me about your dreams,” you hum as you catch your breath, teasing lilt in your tone as you tangle your fingers into his sweaty hair gently.

“why discuss them when we can recreate them,” he throws you a grin—and it’s charming, a little mischievous, completely in love as he presses a kiss to your lips before hovering over you once more.

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MESSY — DILUC RAGNVINDR.

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ diluc + cum eating - diluc can’t fight his urges to let things get messy with you

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♱ pairing ⋮ diluc ragnvindr x reader

♱ length ⋮ 1.1k words

♱ contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, blow jobs, cum eating, mentions of male masturbation, slight throat fucking

♱ notes ⋮ HE IS ALL MY MIND CONSISTS OF ATM ty bby gray @asunnygray for this brainrot ily <3

diluc is a respectful man—he’s polite and proper, however stiff as he might seem. he holds doors open for people in the distance and he offers a polite nod to every greeting he gets as he walks through mondstadt, and maybe that’s why he’s as hesitant as he is to let himself think of you so lewdly. 

but it’s rather difficult not to right now—now that you’re in between his legs, his thick, hard cock sprung free and weeping from the tip with pre cum that you swipe away with your tongue. he hisses, fists the bed sheets under his hands until his knuckles are white, watches with wide eyes as you kiss the head of his length so sweetly. your hand wraps around the fat tip, smearing the pre cum that leaks from his slit along the rest of his length as you stroke him slowly. he’s perfect—big enough that the thick girth makes your hand look smaller than it really is, and the flush of his reddened tip makes your eyes haze with lust. 

“so pretty,” you hum, giggling at the way blush dusts over his cheeks almost instantly, eyes not leaving his face as it breaks with pleasure when you wrap your lips around his girth. you moan around him at the taste of him on your tongue, the vibrations making him let out a surprised grunt as his head falls back with a low groan. 

“f-fuck,” he curses—he never likes using such colorful language in general, and especially not around you. but the words fall off his lips before he can help it, the way your tongue glides along his vein and swirls around his tip too dizzying to keep up any semblance of composure. 

to his credit, diluc tries—he really does. he tries not to think about you when he wakes up to the stiff morning wood aching between his legs, he tries not to imagine this exact image of you kneeling before him with his cock on your tongue, and he tries not to imagine how fucking into your throat would feel instead of his fist. diluc is a respectful man—but sometimes, he can’t help himself when his mind wanders to you as he strokes himself while the sun rises, when sweat clings to his forehead and soft whines tumble past his parted lips, when your name is uttered brokenly between hitched breaths and chokes groans, when his back arches off the mattress and his balls tighten with every thick rope of cum. 

no matter how hard he fights his own mind, it’s a losing battle, and he can’t quite stop himself from thinking of you. 

“just like that,” he can’t help but moan softly, hips bucking up into your mouth, panting harshly as you glide your tongue along his slit. he’s hot and heavy in your mouth, cock throbbing to release down your throat as you take him so well. “f-fuck, feels good…so good,” he pants. 

you swallow around him, look up at him with teary eyes and swollen lips just like in his fantasies, bobbing your head in a sloppy rhythm as you take him as far as you can, hand pumping the rest of what you can’t fit. your hands move down to gently squeeze at his balls, pulling a low groan from him as his eyes flutter shut and his hand falls to the top of your head. 

“c-close, so close, love,” he says desperately, hips fucking up into your mouth, all self control behind him as he chases his orgasm. it’s lewd, the sound of his cock burying into your mouth, his low grunts of pleasure and your choked moans around his length, the messy smear of spit and pre cum dribbling past your lips and down your chin. it’s so incredibly dirty, but diluc can’t help but like it—love it even. 

the way you let him fuck your throat feels far better than his fist, and the sight of you in front of him is not done even an ounce of justice in his imagination—he doesn’t think he’ll be able to let this time be the last time, no matter how hard he fights the urge.

“cum for me, ‘luc,” you urge, “wanna taste you,” your words are just as filthy as your actions, and with a few more swallows around his aching length, he feels the coil in his belly snap, voice cracking as he cries out your name with a loud groan. 

“cumming…i-i’m…fuck, ‘m cumming,” he mumbles through breathy pants, “good, feels so good—m-make me feel so good,” he babbles, and ever the gentleman, he tries to pull you off of him, tries to angle his hips so his release doesn’t soil you with the mess. but you’re determined—you grab him and pump his length, stroking him quick with a steady rhythm as you guide him through his high. 

his face breaks—sweat collecting on his forehead, strands of stray hair clinging to the damp skin as his eyes flutter shut and his mouth parts with strangled cries as the pleasure crashes over him in waves. you stroke him through his orgasm, feeling his cock twitch with every hot rope of cum that paints across your face, coating your cheeks, your lips, dripping down to roll along the skin of your tits. it’s downright vulgar, and he doesn’t even get a proper chance to feel guilty when you press another kiss to the head of his cock, wrapping your lips around him once more and sucking off the small bead of cum left at the tip. 

“‘luc you’re so pretty when you cum,” you pout, a string of saliva connecting between your lip and his member as you pull away. you trail a finger along the vein under his length, making him gasp softly as his hips buck under the sensitivity, collecting the smeared cum that coats him. you bring your finger to your mouth, licking and sucking on the digit, making his cock twitch back to life at the sight as he groans. “want more, wanna see you do it again. please?”

this was never in his fantasies—this was never what he imagined. this is so much more than what he could hope for, and with blush-dusted cheeks and a stiff and painful erection between his legs again, he pulls you from your knees to climb onto his lap, hands finding your hips with a tight, desperate grip.

“it’s only fair i get to witness the same from you,” he mumbles against your mouth as he pulls you into a sloppy kiss, tasting himself on your tongue, “wouldn’t you agree?”

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Diluc yawned as he trudged into the kitchen. He'd had a long day at the tavern and was looking forward to a quiet evening together. He could hear water running, dishes clinking together, and your pretty voice humming a tune. He felt a lazy smile play at his lips when he saw you swaying your hips to the beat of a song and moving your hands in time as you washed the dishes. Slipping behind you silently, he brought his hands around your waist. He let his head fall to your shoulder, and you leaned into his touch, allowing him to peer at your work.

"Hey honey, how was your day?"

The feeling of his breath against you neck incited you to finish off the dishes. You set down the dish you were holding as he mumbled in your ear. Chuckling, you responded:

"I had a run in with a few slimes, but otherwise it was good."

You paused.

"Rough night at the tavern?"

Diluc sighed and turned you around to face him. He held your hands in his own as he dragged you to the middle of the room. He seemed tired and grumpy like a little toddler, and you had to keep yourself from giggling.

"Yeah."

He huffed.

You let a soft grin sit on your face as he brought your hands up to his shoulders and began gently swaying to the music. Your fingers began to massage the knots that rested there as you moved from side to side, feeling his hands drop back to your hips.

"You wanna order out tonight? We can get Good Hunter."

Diluc didn't reply but began humming along with the music instead. You felt his grip loosen as he exhaled. His eyes fluttered shut as the two of you moved across the room, and you felt him relax before finally responding.

"Just want to be here with you love."

Your smile grew as you closed the space between you, resting your head on his chest as you swayed. You listened to his chest rumble as he hummed and his heart beat. You hated to admit it but seeing Diluc like this always got you a bit flustered, even after all this time. You loved seeing this side of him, and you coveted it, praying you'd be the only witness.

"We can stay here as long as you'd like."

You practically melted into each other as you let the music slowly whisk you across the room. Time fell to the side as you danced. his hair brushed up against your cheek and tickled you slightly, but you didn't mind. You stayed like that for archons know how long before cuddling up on the couch, ordering out, and falling asleep watching tv together. Tomorrow's struggles could wait. For now, the two of you were at ease, resting in each other's arms.

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Headcanon Series - Genshin men with the knowledge that you're a vampire: Diluc

Notes from the crypt: Henlo! I wanted to try my hand at headcanons, so naturally I started with Diluc. This was done on mobile so it may be a little short, but I will be doing more genshin men with this vampire series, so feel free to comment who'd you like most to see. I do also want to mention that I have changed my name from Salem to Eden, but dont be alarmed. Its a change I knew was coming long before the birth of this blog, so rest assured its still me 🎃🧡

Tags: gn!vampire!reader, implied sub!diluc, small angst to smut? Nothing detailed unfortunately but heavily implied. Vampire bites

• Probably the least surprised, he's seen Dvalin and learned his nation's god is a regular patron of his tavern, so vampires? Wouldnt phase him.

• In Angel's Share, he'll ask if he needs to accommodate his drinks so you can enjoy them, as in if he needs to actually add blood to your bloody marys.

• Has thought about offering to become your blood bag, but blushes furiously at the thought of you chomping down on his neck and going to town, so he's still yet to ask.

• Doesnt pry into your past, how you were turned or how you hunt, but will intently listen if you tell him anyway, even if you are slightly tipsy and rambling your entire life's history to him. Imagine his surprise when he learns you've been trying to survive off boar blood among other animals, and the question of using him pops back to the forefront of his mind.

• Its a question that didnt take too long to answer after he finds you being ambushed by enemies while on his way to Dawn Winery one night. You were outnumbered and clearly losing, most of the blood he's seeing coming from you, he didnt want to think about what would have happened if he didnt jump in to help, finishing off those who dared hurt you before catching your falling figure in his arms.

• His heart breaks at the sight of you, covered in the same blood you're losing, words slurring as you struggle to keep your eyes open. Diluc panics, picking you up and rushing off to his home so he could dress your wounds to stop the bleeding, praying to Barbatos that he's not too late to save you. You're still fading in and out of consciousness on his couch when Diluc realizes his mistake: you need blood. Its much too late to try and find a boar for you to feed, and he'll be damned if he left your side. Swallowing hard, he tears his coat off and unbuttons his shirt to expose his neck before gently sliding a hand under your head to guide your lips to his sweat coated skin.

• His heart pounds in his chest when you dont move, and he whines softly as he whispers pleas in your ear to take from him, please drink his blood. A gasp is ripped from his throat when you suddenly latch onto him, like predator to prey and he can feel it, the pain mixed with pleasure that makes his head spin.

• He's shocked for all but a second when you find the sudden strength to flip positions, with his back now on the couch all he can do is gasp, whimper and moan while you take your fill sloppily. You growl against his skin, clawed fingers practically ripping the rest of his shirt off in a feeble attempt to bring him closer so you can have more of his intoxicating taste. For someone who doesnt drink wine, his blood can only be compared to a fine brand you once drank a couple hundred years ago, the taste was addicting, much like the man below you.

• Before you could take too much, you pull yourself off with a wet pop. Panting, you look down at him to see what could possibly be the most fucked out expression for a man who hasnt even been fucked yet. His cheeks are as red as his locks, eyes half lidded and filled with filthy desire, and you're almost worried you took too much from this poor soul when his fingers run through your hair and he starts to grind his hips against yours. Its a normal reaction for most people who have been fed from a vampire, its something you're used to, but you werent used to Diluc pulling your head down to crash his lips against your bloody ones, moaning into your mouth while he licks his blood from your fangs, shuddering at the metallic taste that keeps you alive, keeps you by his side.

• Needless to say, the next day when Diluc was working a shift, he ignores the stares at the bandages on his neck while he serves you your usual bloody mary. You're smirking at him fondly, giddy with the knowledge that underneath his black attire were more bandages covering the other bite marks you placed on him last night, along with the love bites you gingerly placed on him when you didnt use your fangs.

• After that, he's sure to inform you that if you need blood to come to him, no more boar blood. He's also sure to passive aggressively tell you that you'll only come to him, he'll be available anytime, just for you. He left out the part where he wanted to be the only one who can experience the incredible sensations during your feed.

🩸 — bloodsucker .

synopsis !! scenarios where they're a hungry vampire

characters !! diluc, thoma, zhongli

contains !! gn reader. preferably mature audience. bloody (ofc, it's a vampire fic). slight prey/predator themes? platonic/romantic intimacy! // crack (diluc) // angst (thoma) // horror (zhongli)

note !! yay! yay! a fic after so long! it's been a while since i've written so it may seem a bit wonky, i still hope you'll like it!

~

🩸 — diluc .

"Come on!"

"No."

"It can't possibly hurt that ba–"

"N. O."

"I insist that it's fine, you know?"

He swiftly turns towards you, eyes narrowed into a glare, "No. For the last time, no. What part of that do you not understand?"

You huff with a pout, crossing your arms. "You've been feeding from everyone but your own lover!"

"I've been feeding from professional bloodletters licensed by the church. That's the difference."

"They have blood, I have blood, same thing." You shrug, following him as he turns away from you again to walk across the room.

"Blood isn't the only thing to consider when feeding, darling." He tries not to groan into his palm as he sits on a leather armchair, the fireplace next to him.

"Then what? Appearances? Don't tell me you're. . ." You gasp in faux shock, "You're cheating on me with the pretty bloodletters—"

This time, Diluc really does groan into his hand, "No, I am not cheating on you with my meals. (Name), they're quite literally food to me! Inanimate snacks! Do you want me to see you that way?"

He meets your gaze as you slowly look away, biting the inside of your cheek. You don't reply.

Diluc stares, exasperated.

"Oh Barbatos. . ." He mumbles, burying his face into his hands. His lover wants to be his snack. He isn't sure how to react.

"Oh come on, 'Luc. I know you missed your last appointment because of how busy you are. Sooner or later, you'll start to get hungry, and that's sure to disrupt your darknight hero–"

"Don't call me that."

"–your vigilante activities." You offer him a small smile, crawling onto his lap as he frowns at you. He may seem disapproving, but you knew better that he's already hungry and tempted. "So think of me as your emergency food."

"You're not food to me." He states.

"I know, I know," With a hand on the back of his head, you guide him towards your neck, already cozying yourself in his arms, "I'm your lover, I'm yours. . . and I want you to know you can have all of me. It would make me happy if you could rely on me more."

Light kisses on your neck, a soft grip to keep you still, he sighs, "You could have simply admitted to being jealous of my recent bloodletter, you know?"

"Hey! You should've seen the way she looks at you like you're the meal and she's the—" Your breath hitches. His fangs sink into your skin, there's a slurping sound and you feel your nerves numbing.

You clench your jaw, gripping onto his shoulders for stability as he drinks. You try not to whimper at the sensation— of his tongue licking at the wounds, or of excess blood dripping down your shoulder onto your clothes.

"L-luc? Are you done yet?" You whine and he stops, pulling away.

"Licensed bloodletters have a pain tolerance." He says, a devilish smirk on his bloodied lips, "That, my love, is the difference."

🩸 — thoma .

Thoma is the kind of vampire that despises his entire being. He never wanted to hurt anyone, never liked how it felt to sink his teeth into flesh (no matter how addictive the taste that comes with it is). Thoma is kind. Thoma is thoughtful. Thoma feels more human than he feels monster and perhaps that's why he struggles so much because Archons forbid, he ever hurt anyone.

But Thoma is also hungry.

So when he stumbles into your adobe looking a little paler than usual, colder than usual, you find out that he hasn't been satisfied in a long time.

"I'm sorry, I don't even know why I'm here, I just— I should leave. I should really leave–" He says in a frantic daze, eyes panicked because why on earth did he allow his feet to take him to you. No matter how weak he seems to be, he'd easily pin you down to quench his thirst, "Forget this ever happened."

"Thoma, wait—" Your hand reaches out and he flinches away, more afraid of himself than of you. There's a glint in his eyes as he stares you up and down. He's hungry, it's evident.

"Y-you. . . you haven't drank yet, right?" You ask, taking careful steps closer. He nods.

You fumble with the collar of your top, pulling on the cloth to show more of your skin. His eyes widen.

"(Name), no–"

"It's fine, it's alright," You quickly reply, nervous. "You can drink from me." It sounds more like a question than an invite. You're shaking like a leaf, you're not even sure if you're doing it right. Thoma is the only vampire you know and he always kept his feedings private.

Your offer surprises him regardless, "(Name), no, I can't just– I can't do that to you–"

"But that's why you're here, right? You're hungry?"

"Yes, but- I can't! I shouldn't have! I should leave. I'm leaving—" He turns around to make his way to the door but your hand tugs him back again.

"Thoma."

He faces you again and he knows he's losing the internal battle.

"It's alright." Your grip on him relaxes and so does he. He feels both desperation and guilt as his arms slowly wrap around you, bringing his face closer to your neck. Your hand rests on the back of his head. The doorway feels warmer despite his cold skin.

He embraces you like he's scared; as if he isn't the monster in this scenario and you, a vulnerable victim-to-be.

There's no need for a warning with how gentle he rests his lips on your neck. Fangs pierce skin and flesh, the only noise are your quiet gasps and his careful slurps of a tongue.

I'm sorry, (Name), I'm sorry, I couldn't help it— were the words left unsaid but resonated by his trembling grip. There's a pained look on his face, struggling with the satisfaction of quenching his thirst versus his overriding guilt of hurting you.

Because dear archons, your blood tastes better than any of the animal blood provided by the Kamisato clan. He isn't sure how he could ever go back to pre-packed blood bags again.

Thoma is the type of vampire who would regret their guilty pleasures. He never wanted to hurt you, but honestly—

You should know better than to invite a vampire.

🩸 — zhongli .

As the Geo Archon, he made sure that beings like himself never have to worry about their next meal. Food, after all, was a basic right and every vampire must have access to their local blood bank. These blood banks provided meals in a variety of packages: from wine bottles to juice boxes.

Blood banks made life convenient for the modern vampire.

Still, as Zhongli sits with you in a cafe, you with your cup of tea and him with his red glass, he can't help but think of the past.

Centuries ago when he functioned on pure instinct rather than mortal wisdom, when he would stalk his prey in the dark and effortlessly hold them down. It's not that he misses hunting humans— no, that wasn't fun at all. If anything, that was incredibly childish of him.

What he misses was the feel and taste— of sinking fangs into flesh and drinking nectar straight from the flower. Most modern vampires would never know, or appreciate, what it's like to satisfy your urges the way they're supposed to. The way nature intended them to.

"—ngli? Zhongli?"

He snaps back into focus, eyes flickering away from the bare skin of your neck.

"Yes, dear?" He smiles and you eye him warily. There's something about the way he looks at you. Your heart thumps louder and you're not sure if it's because you're flustered by the petname.

"I asked if you're ready to go. The cafe is about to close."

He looks down on his cup. It's empty but he doesn't feel as satisfied as he should.

"Ah yes, allow me to walk you home."

Perhaps you should have turned down his offer— or perhaps you should have ignored the way his eyes would follow you. Zhongli has always been attentive, so it shouldn't be strange that he's being watchful.

The streets are dark and isolated, with most of the shops closed. You should be comforted in knowing you have someone as reliable and powerful as Zhongli walking you home, yet. . .

(But that's the problem, isn't it? Zhongli is incredibly powerful.)

As you glance at the man walking next to you, you can't help but let out a nervous laugh with the way his amber eyes meet yours. Has he been watching you all this time? There's a faint golden glow and you're reminded that you're walking with a vampire at night.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You nervously laugh, brushing the side of your hair with your fingers. This only makes him notice your exposed neck even more.

"Hm? Like what, darling?" His voice is low, like a hum as he tilts his head in question.

"Like. . . you're still hungry." You mumble, soft. He takes his time to reply, his eyes don't leave yours and you look away first, intimidated.

(But he's your friend, isn't he? Good and kind, gentleman Zhongli. He's not intimidating you, you're just delusional.)

"Hmm. . . perhaps it is because I am?"

You continue to walk, this time, nerves overcome by a slight worry for your friend, "Was your drink not enough? It's a new cafe, so maybe the quality was-"

"No, no," He cuts you off, looking down on you, "The cafe was excellent. The drink almost tasted fresh from the source." He praises with a fond smile.

You chuckle, "Fresh? Is that how vampires decide if a drink is good or not?"

"Well, I suppose not. Blood banks are prepackaged after all."

You hum, nodding along as you reach your home and search for your keys in your pockets.

It's the norm for the modern vampire to drink from blood banks. Things like freshness wouldn't be a standard when they know nothing of it. After all, drinking straight from the source would be considered barbaric, uncivilized— it's animalistic and downright frightening.

In a way, vampires have been domesticated the same way wild cats turn to purring house pets.

Wait.

"Zhongli. . . " You pause, just as you've unlocked the door to your home. "why. . . do you know what fresh tastes like?"

Something flashes in his eyes. A slip up.

A polite smile on his face. A fang peeking from between his lips. His eyes narrowed—

"Hmm. . . perhaps if you invite me inside, I could tell you more about it?"

note !! i hope you guys enjoyed! consider this as my end-of-hiatus post :D it has fluff, angst, and horror in one! do tell me what you think please :>

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OTP 30 Day Prompts : November 2021

Day 1) Making a Scrapbook/Photos in a Scrapbook

Day 2) Raking Leaves together (Or jumping in a pile)

Day 3) Going to a pumpkin patch, picking apples or on a hayride together

Day 4) One of them speaking a foreign language and the other having no clue what they’re saying

Day 5) Painting a mural together

Day 6) Wild West Au

Day 7) One using box dye to dye their hair and the other helping

Day 8) Swapping Clothes/Personalities

Day 9) Reading fanfic of them

Day 10) Washing a dog that won’t stay still together

Day 11) In formal attire together

Day 12) In a fantasy world

Day 13) Building (or failing to build) ikea furniture together

Day 14) Counting the stars together at night

Day 15) Comparing their zodiac compatibility

Day 16) Popstar x someone who couldn’t give a shit that they’re famous au

Day 17) Villain x Hero au

Day 18) Caught in the rain together

Day 19) Very awkward first date

Day 20) One of them getting intoxicated and accidentally flustering the other

Day 21) One of them spending a shit ton of time doing their hair and the other messing it up by ruffling it

Day 22) Holding hands in secret

Day 23) Hanging out with their friends

Day 24) Sending each other/recreating stupid memes

Day 25) Thanksgiving together because it’s American Thanksgiving on this day and I’m American and the Macy’s parade is lovely

Day 26) Preparing for Christmas the minute that Thanksgiving is over while the other just wants to get through December 1st

Day 27) Gift shopping together

Day 28) Roller skating/Ice skating together

Day 29) One of them bothering the other while they’re trying to work

Day 30) 80s au

August Prompts 🍋

Word prompts to use for doodling or writing

sunglasses

underwater

backpack

shade

pavilion

sentimental

tent

garden party

swimming pool

coconut

popsicle

island

spicy food

airplane

bubbles

watermelon

palm tree

seashells

ocean

parasol

snorkel

Wanderlust

vintage

bugs

string lights

homemade lemonade

surfboard

polaroid photos

childhood friends

summer reading

water park

January OTP Prompts

Sparkle

New beginnings

“I love you, but that’s a terrible idea”

Bright red

Shooting star

Lonely

“I wish everyday could be like this”

Diamond ring

Slippers

Bundled up

Warm soup and fresh bread

New paint

Secret

Old bookstore on a cold day

Snowball fight

Forbidden love AU

Slippery

Wind

Surprise hug

Teapot

“You’re up early”

Walking through the park

Snow angels

Honey

Café on a snowy day

Broken

Ringing bells

All night movie marathon

Peaceful kiss

Catching snowflakes on tongue

“The safest place is in your arms”

✨❄️🥂🧣✨

— the smile that changed it all.

summary : “mr. ragnvindr requests that you play the role of his lover until his father, and i quote, gets off his ass about it.” “…what?!”

cw :  managing director!diluc ; light swearing

genre : romcom!! ; angst to fluff ; modern!au ; fake dating to lovers

being diluc ragnvindr’s partner is an intoxicating experience. you see him in the mornings, his embellished suit done just so. on weekdays, you send him off to work- or rather, he sends himself to work and you walk around the area until he’s done. on weekends, you go to lunches and dinners with his (very rich) family.

the little things he does for you are what sticks the most. he never fails to give you a hug before entering his company building- the dawn winery. he smells like expensive cologne and fabric softener, you note every time. when you walk with him in public, he’s always holding some part of you- whether it’s your hand, or your arm, or the small of your back- he makes sure to keep you close.

and this managing director is all the more romantic when he brings you to dinners with his family. before the meal, he buys you new clothes and shoes. during the meal, he serves you first, feeds you, wipes your lips after a particularly saucy meal, blah blah blah. sounds perfect, right?

wrong.

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