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Sleeping Like the Dead
Yandere! Diluc x Fem! Reader
Forced marriage AU
Word Count: 2.3k
Synopsis: Diluc craves your body like a drug, but the only time he can get you, is when you're fast asleep
TW: NSFW, Somnophila, Non-Con, Masturbation (.male), Oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, mentions of breeding/finishing inside
The only thing that could seem to wake you was thunder. A loud crash and the windows shaking, followed by howling wind, and you'd be up shivering in fear. You'd lie back down once you realized what the noise that woke you was, and you were out like a light. Deep in slumber, snoring ever so softly.
Even though you were married on paper, you and Diluc never shared a marital bed. The marriage was never consummated and the most he'd ever seen of your body was your legs and maybe even a sliver of your stomach in the summer. Other than that, you stayed dressed head to toe like a nun.
He knew it was his fault that you were like this. Being forced into marriage with him, you didn't even want to tempt his urges. You were told time and time again that nothing would happen, not while you didn't want it, but he was failing to believe that himself.
It was when he saw you one night, after you'd just gotten out of the bath. Normally, he stayed in his room at nightfall, but now, he was particularly thirsty. Whether it was good luck or the gods actually blessing him for once, he saw you go into your room and close the door behind you.
Did he buy you those nightgowns? If he did, he definitely didn't remember doing so. But the red haired man did buy you whatever you wanted, no questions asked. So maybe you'd managed to slip an order in for them without him noticing. And archons how he wished he'd noticed.
The swell of your breasts, the curve of your ass, plush thighs and skin still steaming from your bath. You didn't notice him standing in front of the door to his room, but he noticed you. A brief glance was all it took, light work for anyone else who'd been married for as long as you two had, but it was the first time he's seen so much of you, and he felt his pants tighten at the sight.
He stormed back into his room while the memory was still fresh, not even bothering to make it to the bed. The door slammed shut behind him, he pressed his back against it and dropped his pants to his ankles.
It felt like electricity all over his body as he stroked his cock, eyes rolling back, tongue out his mouth. Diluc wasn't a prude, he masturbated when he deemed it necessary, which was when he got erections that were particularly stubborn and annoying, but this was the first time in his life that it'd ever felt so good.
It only took a few pumps and suddenly he was moaning into his hands, hips twitching as his cock shot ropes of cum onto his carpeted floor. He panted watching himself make this mess, but his mind shifted onto how you could clean it up. And his length refused to go soft. He fucked his fist for the rest of the night.
Diluc often heard stories of how hard it was to wake you up. That's when he learned how truly a heavy sleeper you were.
“The lady slept through breakfast again today,” a maid would say in a whisper. They thought he couldn't hear them, but as long as they weren't saying anything rude about you, he acted oblivious to it.
“She fell back asleep after I woke her up three times!”
“I called for her for a full five minutes, and she barely stirred,”
Temptation is a hell of a drug. Satisfaction is even more addicting. Maybe that's why he decided to visit your room one night. Hours after you'd left your bath and when he was sure you were asleep, he eased your door open and stepped inside. His heart was racing, afraid that you wouldn't be asleep, but instead sitting on the edge of your bed, waiting to confront him.
But you weren't. You were just like how he'd thought you’d be. Asleep in bed, lying on your stomach with your arms wrapped around a pillow and pulling it into a tight embrace. Your blanket was thrown haphazardly over your body, you obviously kicked a lot in your sleep, making it shuffle around.
Exhaling the quietest deep breath he could muster, he pulled that blanket to the side. Sure enough, like the maids said, you didn't stir, and much to his pleasure, you were wearing another one of those revealing nightgowns. With one leg slightly up, he could get a good glimpse of your round ass and your panties that seemed to be slipping between your moist lips.
He sucked in air through his teeth, taking in every inch of your body. Every curve, every soft piece of skin. He'd mentally promised himself this would be a one time thing. It felt awful invading your privacy like this, but his hormones were getting the better of him.
His cock was released from his pants and he began pumping it furiously. Biting his lip to hold back the moans once again, he watched the way your chest rose and fell as you slept. It only took a little bit and he was cumming, quicker than he ever had in his entire life and more intensely than he'd ever felt.
The rational part of his mind told him to leave no messes, so he made sure to cover the leaking tip of his cock with his hand to not spill his seed everywhere. Still, he couldn't help himself. He dipped a finger in his own cum, then pressed it against your slightly open mouth, wanting you to at least taste him a little.
The sight of you suckling that cum off his finger, lips pursed and wet with drool, the sight had him hard again already, but he decided against tempting fate. He'd finish himself off in his room again. This was a one time thing after all.
Was what he'd told himself, but he found himself in front of your door again, going to your room almost every night. It was like an addiction, standing in your room next to your sleeping form and fucking his cock into his hand while looking at you. And he grew bolder as the nights went on.
Moving your panties to the side to finally get a full view of that wet cunt, rubbing the tip of his cock against your lips to get you to suckle on it like before, he even managed to slip a finger inside your entrance, getting to feel your warm walls for the first time. The way you coated his fingers nearly made him grunt and he thrusted it in and out of you, watching your face contort in your sleep, little moans and mewls dropping from your lips.
Diluc imagined that it was his cock instead of his finger getting to fuck your pussy, that it was his cock making your eyebrows knit together and your fingers twitch. He could only imagine though, his other hand fisting his cock at the same pace as his finger.
He'd even gotten so bold as to start licking your cunt. His tongue poking out of his mouth, he'd tongue at your clit and watch you squirm in your sleep. Your taste was intoxicating, the juices your tight hole would secrete tasted better than what celestia would feel like, and while lapping up your folds between your legs, his dick would twitch and he'd cum inside his pants, completely untouched.
All good things must come to an end. A sad, but truthful statement. And Diluc wanted this to end. He really did. Each day he'd say that this would be the last one, that he wouldn't do this to you again, that it was becoming too risky, but sure enough he was back at your door the next day. He'd spend the whole night finding new ways to pleasure himself with your sleeping body.
All good things come to an end. Maybe he should've been thinking that when he arrived at your door on the night of a harsh thunderstorm. If his mind wasn't clouded by lust, if all his blood wasn't flowing to his lower regions, then maybe he would've remembered how particularly scared of thunderstorms you were. If his face wasn't buried between your legs again, then maybe he would've remembered the maids saying the only time you woke up easily, is when there was a storm and heavy wind outside. If he wasn't pumping his cock while licking at your pussy, going practically drunk from your taste, maybe he would've noticed that you'd begun to stir more than usual, more than out of a sleepy, unintentional pleasure.
The last thing Diluc was expecting was to look up and meet your gaze. With his lips still suctioned around your clit, your face was a mixture of disgust and mostly fear. Eyes wide and filled with tears, you opened your mouth, maybe to scream, maybe to yell at him, he didn't know. He was on top of you before you could let out a peep, one of his hands covering your mouth. After a bit of a struggle, he managed to use the other hand to hold both your wrists above your head.
“I'm- I'm sorry!” He gasped as you thrashed beneath him, but you were no match for his strength and all you were doing was wearing yourself out, “I-i swear! I don't know what came over me!”
But something has been coming over him for weeks, months even. If you knew how long he'd been doing this, you'd look at him in even more horror. Your eyes. So big and filled with tears, it only made his heart thump against his chest harder, but what else was he to do?
He laid on top of you, hand covering your mouth for what felt like hours, dick still twitching and conveniently between your folds. This was the worst time for him to be hard, not while you were awake. Not while you were scared of him to the point of crying, but he couldn't help it. It was you. You did this to him.
“I'm so so sorry,” he muttered as he angled his hips, the tip of his cock finally at your entrance. He didn't think your eyes could open any wider, but sure enough, they did when he forced every inch of himself inside you, bottoming out without stopping while pleading for your forgiveness. Your yelp, the noise you made as you were made to take him, was muffled by his palm, body squirming even more as you tried to get away.
He always said his first time with you would be gentle. It would be loving as passionate. He would take things slow and kiss every inch of you, to make sure you were ready for him. But the way you felt around him, the way you clenched around his length, it felt like his hips had a mind of their own as they started a rough, brutal pace. Slapping against yours so hard, even the headboard of the bed had begun to hit the wall.
“Fuck! Ahh! Fuck fuck! I'm so sorry! Hnng- please…ah! Please! I'm sorry,” he whined, but he didn't slow down for a second. You were so warm inside. So wet. This was made for him, he was sure of it, “Please, you- you hah- have to forgive me.”
You could thrash and squirm and cry as much as you wanted to, but Diluc had had his taste and he wouldn't be satisfied with any less anymore. He kept fucking into you, pounding you so hard, rutting his hips into you like an animal in heat.
You saw the way his eyelids flutter, you felt the way his hips stuttered, his pace grew sloppy, his grip loosened, drool fell from his lips, his moans grew breathier. You saw it all and you knew what was about to happen.
“Fuck,” he gasped between thrusts, eyes rolled back. He forced his dick as he could inside you, balls deep and held it there, feeling the way your silken walls contracted around it, “I'm gonna cum.”
There was no way to tell him no with his hand over your lips, so you were made to watch and feel in horror as he grew even more aggressive with his fucking. There were no thoughts behind his eyes, just pleasure, just lust and the primal urge to finish.
“Inside. Hah- aanh. Cumming inside, fuck!” He affirmed your fears through his filthy moans. His dick twitching inside you made your heart sink. You could feel it. The way his cum was spitting out of his length and hitting your walls. It felt neverending, like he'd stored so much waiting for this moment, some of it even spilling back out of your entrance and onto his balls.
Reality must've hit him after he came, because he was off of you in an instant. His length softened and his face filled with dread. Cum leaked onto your bedsheets, but despite the fact that he was no longer muffling you with his hands, you couldn't scream. You couldn't even think for a second as you realized what happened.
He looked just as scared as you did, but why? What gave him the right? Why did he deserve to be scared when he was the one who did it?
“I fucking hate you,” you spoke through strangled sobs and you watched his world crumble.
Those words felt like you were slicing his heart out and stabbing it over and over again. They made him tear up as well. But somehow, the sight of you, disheveled, with his seed leaking from your hole, somehow that made his dick twitch back to life. Even your crying face, while not as appealing as you sleeping peacefully, was gorgeous. Arousing even.
His cock twitched back to life as he looked upon you, half undressed and practically ready for him. He began a slow crawl towards you again, his urges wanting to take over once more. You already hated him. What was the harm in doing more?
Where I think their darling is from + How they met them - headcanon drabbles
Yandere! Scaramouche, Diluc, Ayato (separate) x reader.
AN: I couldn't think of one for Childe, but spoilers, I think his darling is from Liyue. I'm also writing a full fic based on Ayato's section, just putting on the finishing touches!
Scaramouche -
A Drunk from Mondstadt
The city of freedom. A cute name. A lying name. He knew better than to think there was such a thing as actual freedom, but if it helped the drunken residents sleep at night to believe that, then so be it.
Missions to Mondstadt were short work for him. Partially because he was one of the few Fatui who didn't want to stop and take a drink or enjoy the scenery and “freeing wind” as they called it. He’d rather get things over with and just go home.
“Free samples! Free samples!” That was another thing he hated about Mondstadt. It was constantly noisy. Whether it be advertisements or the people themselves, the city was never quiet.
“Would you care for a sample?” He wanted to ignore you and just walk past, but of course you had to call him out personally. He scoffed and shot you a glare, something that would make most people tremble, but you didn't even flinch. Were you dumb? Or just plain ignorant, either way he didn't see your future as being very bright.
“Wow, you're very angry. Maybe you need two samples,” you reached over to the table next to you and handed him two cups. A sickly sweet smell hit his nostrils and he resisted the urge to gag, “It's a new mead recipe, including this season's fresh fruit. A very popular flavor, I designed the recipe myself.”
He raised an eyebrow at what you said? The hopeful look in your eye made him actually want to drink this sugar concoction. Pure anticipation on your face, a look that was normally annoying to him, but he found your hopefulness rather charming. Cute even.
Scaramouche eyed the cup for a second longer. Then brought it up to his lips. Disgusting. It was absolutely disgusting. That syrupy sweetness coating his tongue damn near induced vomiting, but he held back any emotions. The only pleasant part of the entire drink was the bitter liquor aftertaste.
“So?” You asked. There was a sparkle in your eyes like a gem, he felt himself falter, a feeling he hadn't felt in years. He wanted to be soft to you.
“It's good,” he muttered, a bold face lie of he'd ever told one before, but you seemed to believe it.
“Thank you, sir!” You exclaimed and he could help, but to partially match your smile.
As you continued to talk and recommend wines and beers to try, he barely listened, but he couldn't walk away. The eccentric way you spoke and moved had a hold on him. He wanted that at home with him. Maybe Mondstadt wouldn't be so bad to visit again after all.
Diluc -
A Scholar from Sumeru
Diluc’s mornings consisted of walking around the vineyard, checking on the grapes, and pulling away any that weren't purely perfect. It was a job that started long before the sun even rose and only ended right before the winery opened.
The day looked average. Nothing too out of place. Nothing except for you. With the way you were crouched so still, he almost didn't notice you, your unmoving form practically making you blend in with a bush of grapes. But there you were. Dressed from head to toe in the green Akademiya garbs, he hadn't seen a scholar outside of Sumeru in some time.
“You're quite a long way from home,” he finally spoke to you, crossing his arms to make himself look more intimidating, “And you're trespassing. The winery doesn't open for another four hours,”
You finally turned your head to look up at him with a look of confusion on your face, “But I'm not here for wine?” You said, tilting your head to the side. Finally you stood, picking something up that was next to you. A small notebook, an obvious accessory for a scholar, “I'm here for the grapes.”
One of Diluc’s red eyebrows raised in confusion, “We don't just sell the grapes,”
“I know that!” You laughed like he said something truly funny, even lightly hitting him on the shoulder. Your strike felt no heavier than a feather's touch against his built shoulder, “I'm studying them. Wine from Mondstadt is known to have the best taste, and I'm researching that.”
“By trespassing?”
“By studying your grapes. Good wine starts with its grapes,” you affirmed. You opened your notebook in front of him to show him doodles and notes that you’d written, all actually pertaining to grapes. So you actually weren't lying.
A small smile formed on his lips. It was like it was forced out of him. You were truly passionate about what you were doing, even if it was something as mundane as the grapes that went into wine.
“How about you study the grapes when the sun is up? I have a spare room in the manor that you could use,” Diluc wasn't one to shy away from kindness, but normally staying a night in the manor costs more than a few fun drawings and a charismatic character, but he felt himself falling into an ease around you.
“Could I? Really? Thank you,” You followed him as he led you up the steps to the manor. He knew he was getting ahead of himself, but he still let one of his hands fall and hold your waist as you walked up the stairs.
He was attracted to you, yes, his red eyes couldn't seem to leave your face as you talked on and on, but the hand wasn't placed there because of that. He wanted to make absolutely sure that you wouldn't stumble, like he didn't trust you not to trip and fall over your own feet.
If you noticed the hand, you didn't say anything and as the two of you walked into the manor together, the idea tickled his mind of never allowing you to leave.
Ayato -
a sneak thief from Inazuma
What you were doing was bases to have you killed. He wondered if you knew that. If you did then you were even more bold for doing it.
The maids in the Kamisato estate all had the same face to him. Obviously, they looked different, but remembering their faces and names wasn't too important to him. All that mattered was that they worked.
And worked you did, diligently at that, until all eyes were off of you. The first time he saw you do it, he thought he'd misunderstood. Obviously, you didn't notice that he was there, so when you took a silver teaspoon off of the tray, and dropped it into the sleeve of your obi, his eyes went wide.
He thought that it was a one time occurrence, that maybe he caught you when you were truly desperate. But then you did it again. And again. And again. You were outright stealing from the Kamisato estate, whilst being one of his loyal employees. And yet somehow he couldn't find it in himself to be angry about it.
Your brazen display of disrespect towards the Kamisato name was honestly a little refreshing. Yes, you still bowed when he approached you and referred to him by proper honorifics, but to know that right under his nose, you were still taking from him, that thought was rather thrilling.
While you thought you were being stealthy, and in truth you were. Your sleight of hands was one to be reckoned with. You were good, but not good enough for him to not notice. What you were doing was something you could be killed for. Treason. Blasphemy even. And he fawned over how he could use that against you.
Diluc for E, L, Q, R, S?
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Thank you for the request!! Writing for Diluc is always fun, cause out of all of the yanderes, he's actually one of the nicest!
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
Diluc knows that you're not with him because you want to be, it was a tough pill to swallow at first, but he knows it's the truth. He takes this in stride and still respects your wishes, he won't make you get to know him.
For most, Diluc is a man of few words. He speaks when necessary and doesn't let the air be filled with forced idle chatter. But for you he is an open book. Everything about himself, he'd be willing to tell you, but only if you choose to know it.
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
Truly a gentleman at heart and a man of honor as well, Diluc will actually court you. Flowers, chocolates, expensive jewelry, the whole nine yards. Money has value, but he has too much of it anyways. But time is what he lacks.
His business is his life, but he cares more for you. Work takes up most of his day and he's busy protecting Mondstadt at night. Any time he has, gets eaten away, meaning that you grow father and farther from him. That's why he needs you with him constantly.
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
Regret is a word that he knows all too well, but the feeling of regret he feels towards you is physically painful.
The first night he almost considered letting you go. The way you begged, cried, and pleaded. The way you told him that you wouldn't be angry at him, that you'd forgive him and you wouldn't tell a soul. These were all lies obviously, he knew that, but a part of wanted to believe it.
He doesn't let you go, even if it hurts him knowing that as the days go by, you hate him more and more. At night, he begs you not to forgive him. He wants you to hate him for what he's done and he hopes that eventually, that hatred will give him the push to set you free.
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
Despite being born into affluence, Diluc's life wasn't one filled with ease. Everything he lived for, felt like a lie, especially after the death of his father and the loss of what he thought was his brother. He could play things up well and pretend that he wasn't affected by these things, but everything has a time limit.
You felt real. Honest. Like you wouldn't lie to him. And if you ever did, it wouldn't be out of malice. What started as a little crush quickly developed in an obsession, limerence with the idea of what you were.
Diluc knew that what he felt for you was love, when he realized that he was no longer protecting the city of Mondstadt. He was protecting you. The city could burn down to ashes for all he cared, as long as the flame didn't burn your skin.
If you're still doing the Yandere Alphabet - no worries if you aren't, could you do: A, C, D, N, P, V, and X for Diluc?
Definitely!! I've got you friend!!
TW for mentions of violence against reader, Slight NSFW
Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
Before and after he takes you, Diluc's love and affection are shown through material items. He knows what he has to offer and that's more money than he knows what to do with.
He loved the way your eyes used to light up when you received a new gift from him, claiming that you were undeserving, but after you were forced to live in his mansion, you no longer wanted those things.
He'd offer you a new necklace or perfume and you'd scoff at them, turning your nose up in distaste. There would be something else he could give you, something that you'd love, he just knew it, but as of right now, that was the only way he could show affection towards you.
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
Consider yourself lucky, Diluc treats you with compassion. Maybe it's because of the intense remorse he feels for what he's done to you, or because he's truly a compassionate soul, but Diluc treats you like royalty while you're with him.
But like a princess locked in a tower, expect more than a few rules. Diluc is doing this to protect you, because he loves you even though you may not feel completely the same. You have free reign to walk around the manor at your leisure, even the vineyard if you'd like. Anything you wish for will be brought to you, without you even having to lift a fingertip. But don't think you'll ever be allowed to leave. Not without Diluc at least.
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
Nothing you don't want will be given to you and everything you desire you will have. His only rule? Don't leave.
You can eat what you want and wear what you want. Your hobbies will be accommodated and you'll be pampered if that's what you'd enjoy. The only freedom you don't get is the outside world. You're stuck in the manor and when you beg Diluc to let you go, all he can do is use his affluence to hopefully buy you something instead. The one thing he cannot give you is freedom.
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
Punishment? Diluc scoffs at the word. You can do no wrong in his eyes. If anything happens, it's his fault and never yours.
Because of that you have a tendency to “act out.” Everyone from the outside looking in thinks you're just Diluc's spoiled wife who has a tendency to throw tantrums, how idiotic they truly are. The situation is stressful, he knows that. You're somewhere you don't want to be and with someone you don't want to be with.
But there is the one time you actually escape. The one time you manage to sneak off in a rainy night. He finds you quickly, because of course he does. He is a former knight of favonius after all. The look on his face is hard to read when he grips your arm and pulls you back as you kick and scream.
He strikes you for the first time that night. A firm slap across your cheek that knocks your head to the side. His chest heaving with anger. Even he's surprised by what he'd done, looking at his own hand in disbelief. But the way that strike silenced and calmed you, the darkest parts of him felt tempted to do it again.
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
As patient as a saint. There's very little you can do to actually upset him. Even when you do begin to get on his nerves, he'll try to excuse himself to another room to decompress.
Diluc isn't usually always this patient. He can be a bit irritable. But not with you. He understands what he's done to you and why that would cause you to lash out at him, so he does his best to be more gentle on you.
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
Affection. Even thinking about it makes him shiver in excitement. You stopped loving him the day he took you and with that loss of love, you also took all physical touch and affection.
He'll never ask for it. Not really, but he wants to be intimate with you. He fists his cock at night, wishing it were you. Your skin, your body, your touch. It drives him crazy, to the point where he wants to beg you for it, but he knows he's undeserving.
If you really want to get away, sleep with him. It'll only take one good time. One good night. He'd tell you over and over that you don't have to do this, but his hands would be all over your body. Finally feeling you. Who knew that the best time to get away from him was when he was sleeping right next to you, satisfied after all you did for him.
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
Not a god, but something close to it. Diluc loves and idolizes you, but he always infantilizes you beyond comparison. In his eyes, you are weak, unable to even protect yourself, so he'll do it for you.
He'd kiss and worship the ground you walked on, only if you asked, but not because you forced him. You could never force him, not with your meager strength. He adores you and looks down upon you at the same time.
Sleeping Like the Dead
Yandere! Diluc x Fem! Reader
Forced marriage AU
Word Count: 2.3k
Synopsis: Diluc craves your body like a drug, but the only time he can get you, is when you're fast asleep
TW: NSFW, Somnophila, Non-Con, Masturbation (.male), Oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, mentions of breeding/finishing inside
The only thing that could seem to wake you was thunder. A loud crash and the windows shaking, followed by howling wind, and you'd be up shivering in fear. You'd lie back down once you realized what the noise that woke you was, and you were out like a light. Deep in slumber, snoring ever so softly.
Even though you were married on paper, you and Diluc never shared a marital bed. The marriage was never consummated and the most he'd ever seen of your body was your legs and maybe even a sliver of your stomach in the summer. Other than that, you stayed dressed head to toe like a nun.
He knew it was his fault that you were like this. Being forced into marriage with him, you didn't even want to tempt his urges. You were told time and time again that nothing would happen, not while you didn't want it, but he was failing to believe that himself.
It was when he saw you one night, after you'd just gotten out of the bath. Normally, he stayed in his room at nightfall, but now, he was particularly thirsty. Whether it was good luck or the gods actually blessing him for once, he saw you go into your room and close the door behind you.
Did he buy you those nightgowns? If he did, he definitely didn't remember doing so. But the red haired man did buy you whatever you wanted, no questions asked. So maybe you'd managed to slip an order in for them without him noticing. And archons how he wished he'd noticed.
The swell of your breasts, the curve of your ass, plush thighs and skin still steaming from your bath. You didn't notice him standing in front of the door to his room, but he noticed you. A brief glance was all it took, light work for anyone else who'd been married for as long as you two had, but it was the first time he's seen so much of you, and he felt his pants tighten at the sight.
He stormed back into his room while the memory was still fresh, not even bothering to make it to the bed. The door slammed shut behind him, he pressed his back against it and dropped his pants to his ankles.
It felt like electricity all over his body as he stroked his cock, eyes rolling back, tongue out his mouth. Diluc wasn't a prude, he masturbated when he deemed it necessary, which was when he got erections that were particularly stubborn and annoying, but this was the first time in his life that it'd ever felt so good.
It only took a few pumps and suddenly he was moaning into his hands, hips twitching as his cock shot ropes of cum onto his carpeted floor. He panted watching himself make this mess, but his mind shifted onto how you could clean it up. And his length refused to go soft. He fucked his fist for the rest of the night.
Diluc often heard stories of how hard it was to wake you up. That's when he learned how truly a heavy sleeper you were.
“The lady slept through breakfast again today,” a maid would say in a whisper. They thought he couldn't hear them, but as long as they weren't saying anything rude about you, he acted oblivious to it.
“She fell back asleep after I woke her up three times!”
“I called for her for a full five minutes, and she barely stirred,”
Temptation is a hell of a drug. Satisfaction is even more addicting. Maybe that's why he decided to visit your room one night. Hours after you'd left your bath and when he was sure you were asleep, he eased your door open and stepped inside. His heart was racing, afraid that you wouldn't be asleep, but instead sitting on the edge of your bed, waiting to confront him.
But you weren't. You were just like how he'd thought you’d be. Asleep in bed, lying on your stomach with your arms wrapped around a pillow and pulling it into a tight embrace. Your blanket was thrown haphazardly over your body, you obviously kicked a lot in your sleep, making it shuffle around.
Exhaling the quietest deep breath he could muster, he pulled that blanket to the side. Sure enough, like the maids said, you didn't stir, and much to his pleasure, you were wearing another one of those revealing nightgowns. With one leg slightly up, he could get a good glimpse of your round ass and your panties that seemed to be slipping between your moist lips.
He sucked in air through his teeth, taking in every inch of your body. Every curve, every soft piece of skin. He'd mentally promised himself this would be a one time thing. It felt awful invading your privacy like this, but his hormones were getting the better of him.
His cock was released from his pants and he began pumping it furiously. Biting his lip to hold back the moans once again, he watched the way your chest rose and fell as you slept. It only took a little bit and he was cumming, quicker than he ever had in his entire life and more intensely than he'd ever felt.
The rational part of his mind told him to leave no messes, so he made sure to cover the leaking tip of his cock with his hand to not spill his seed everywhere. Still, he couldn't help himself. He dipped a finger in his own cum, then pressed it against your slightly open mouth, wanting you to at least taste him a little.
The sight of you suckling that cum off his finger, lips pursed and wet with drool, the sight had him hard again already, but he decided against tempting fate. He'd finish himself off in his room again. This was a one time thing after all.
Was what he'd told himself, but he found himself in front of your door again, going to your room almost every night. It was like an addiction, standing in your room next to your sleeping form and fucking his cock into his hand while looking at you. And he grew bolder as the nights went on.
Moving your panties to the side to finally get a full view of that wet cunt, rubbing the tip of his cock against your lips to get you to suckle on it like before, he even managed to slip a finger inside your entrance, getting to feel your warm walls for the first time. The way you coated his fingers nearly made him grunt and he thrusted it in and out of you, watching your face contort in your sleep, little moans and mewls dropping from your lips.
Diluc imagined that it was his cock instead of his finger getting to fuck your pussy, that it was his cock making your eyebrows knit together and your fingers twitch. He could only imagine though, his other hand fisting his cock at the same pace as his finger.
He'd even gotten so bold as to start licking your cunt. His tongue poking out of his mouth, he'd tongue at your clit and watch you squirm in your sleep. Your taste was intoxicating, the juices your tight hole would secrete tasted better than what celestia would feel like, and while lapping up your folds between your legs, his dick would twitch and he'd cum inside his pants, completely untouched.
All good things must come to an end. A sad, but truthful statement. And Diluc wanted this to end. He really did. Each day he'd say that this would be the last one, that he wouldn't do this to you again, that it was becoming too risky, but sure enough he was back at your door the next day. He'd spend the whole night finding new ways to pleasure himself with your sleeping body.
All good things come to an end. Maybe he should've been thinking that when he arrived at your door on the night of a harsh thunderstorm. If his mind wasn't clouded by lust, if all his blood wasn't flowing to his lower regions, then maybe he would've remembered how particularly scared of thunderstorms you were. If his face wasn't buried between your legs again, then maybe he would've remembered the maids saying the only time you woke up easily, is when there was a storm and heavy wind outside. If he wasn't pumping his cock while licking at your pussy, going practically drunk from your taste, maybe he would've noticed that you'd begun to stir more than usual, more than out of a sleepy, unintentional pleasure.
The last thing Diluc was expecting was to look up and meet your gaze. With his lips still suctioned around your clit, your face was a mixture of disgust and mostly fear. Eyes wide and filled with tears, you opened your mouth, maybe to scream, maybe to yell at him, he didn't know. He was on top of you before you could let out a peep, one of his hands covering your mouth. After a bit of a struggle, he managed to use the other hand to hold both your wrists above your head.
“I'm- I'm sorry!” He gasped as you thrashed beneath him, but you were no match for his strength and all you were doing was wearing yourself out, “I-i swear! I don't know what came over me!”
But something has been coming over him for weeks, months even. If you knew how long he'd been doing this, you'd look at him in even more horror. Your eyes. So big and filled with tears, it only made his heart thump against his chest harder, but what else was he to do?
He laid on top of you, hand covering your mouth for what felt like hours, dick still twitching and conveniently between your folds. This was the worst time for him to be hard, not while you were awake. Not while you were scared of him to the point of crying, but he couldn't help it. It was you. You did this to him.
“I'm so so sorry,” he muttered as he angled his hips, the tip of his cock finally at your entrance. He didn't think your eyes could open any wider, but sure enough, they did when he forced every inch of himself inside you, bottoming out without stopping while pleading for your forgiveness. Your yelp, the noise you made as you were made to take him, was muffled by his palm, body squirming even more as you tried to get away.
He always said his first time with you would be gentle. It would be loving as passionate. He would take things slow and kiss every inch of you, to make sure you were ready for him. But the way you felt around him, the way you clenched around his length, it felt like his hips had a mind of their own as they started a rough, brutal pace. Slapping against yours so hard, even the headboard of the bed had begun to hit the wall.
“Fuck! Ahh! Fuck fuck! I'm so sorry! Hnng- please…ah! Please! I'm sorry,” he whined, but he didn't slow down for a second. You were so warm inside. So wet. This was made for him, he was sure of it, “Please, you- you hah- have to forgive me.”
You could thrash and squirm and cry as much as you wanted to, but Diluc had had his taste and he wouldn't be satisfied with any less anymore. He kept fucking into you, pounding you so hard, rutting his hips into you like an animal in heat.
You saw the way his eyelids flutter, you felt the way his hips stuttered, his pace grew sloppy, his grip loosened, drool fell from his lips, his moans grew breathier. You saw it all and you knew what was about to happen.
“Fuck,” he gasped between thrusts, eyes rolled back. He forced his dick as he could inside you, balls deep and held it there, feeling the way your silken walls contracted around it, “I'm gonna cum.”
There was no way to tell him no with his hand over your lips, so you were made to watch and feel in horror as he grew even more aggressive with his fucking. There were no thoughts behind his eyes, just pleasure, just lust and the primal urge to finish.
“Inside. Hah- aanh. Cumming inside, fuck!” He affirmed your fears through his filthy moans. His dick twitching inside you made your heart sink. You could feel it. The way his cum was spitting out of his length and hitting your walls. It felt neverending, like he'd stored so much waiting for this moment, some of it even spilling back out of your entrance and onto his balls.
Reality must've hit him after he came, because he was off of you in an instant. His length softened and his face filled with dread. Cum leaked onto your bedsheets, but despite the fact that he was no longer muffling you with his hands, you couldn't scream. You couldn't even think for a second as you realized what happened.
He looked just as scared as you did, but why? What gave him the right? Why did he deserve to be scared when he was the one who did it?
“I fucking hate you,” you spoke through strangled sobs and you watched his world crumble.
Those words felt like you were slicing his heart out and stabbing it over and over again. They made him tear up as well. But somehow, the sight of you, disheveled, with his seed leaking from your hole, somehow that made his dick twitch back to life. Even your crying face, while not as appealing as you sleeping peacefully, was gorgeous. Arousing even.
His cock twitched back to life as he looked upon you, half undressed and practically ready for him. He began a slow crawl towards you again, his urges wanting to take over once more. You already hated him. What was the harm in doing more?
Asking Diluc for "Help" - drabble
Yandere! Diluc x Fem! Reader
Forced marriage AU, oral (f. receiving)
A/N: Sobbing cause I can't stop thinking about Diluc being a certified munch after that last fic I wrote, so I had to write more 😭😭
Diluc loves when you ask him to satisfy you. Your relationship, which is nothing more than just a sheet of paper forced upon you, saying that legally you're his wife, doesn't mean that he gets to sleep with you. But even you have needs. You have urges. And when you ask him to fulfill them, mostly out of the lack of options, his heart swells with joy.
You feel disgusting going to your captor and asking him to touch you, but he always does it with such skill and way too much enthusiasm. He'll sit you down on one of his office chairs and ask you many times if you're comfortable, before spreading your legs and starting to lick and slurp at your already dripping cunt.
He's thorough. Every inch of your pussy, every space is licked, sucked, worshiped. He's so sloppy when he's eating it too, you can hear the sounds he's making over your own loud moans. Your legs trembling and hands gripping the arms of your chair for purchase.
Diluc doesn't slow down even when you beg, he knows your words are just mindless babbles from the pleasure. You want more, even when you place your hands on his firm shoulders and try to push him away.
When you cum, it's beautiful. His lips around your clit, tongue lapping at the bud until you're convulsing in pleasure. You squirt. Diluc always makes you squirt with that mouth of his. He'll leave it open to catch some of the hot juices hitting his face, looking up at you with red cheeks as it drops down his chin.
He'll lick your cunt a few more times, mostly for his pleasure and not yours. He loves watching the way your body shakes from overstimulation, and the noises you make, a mixture of yelps and moans from the simultaneous pain and pleasure, are like music to his ears.
Diluc stands and he's back to his normal stoic self, wiping you down with a soft, warm, wet cloth, then dressing you again. When you're with him, you need not worry about doing anything yourself, even though he's the one who needs to be cleaned up.
Cum always leaks from his cock when he's messily eating away at your pussy. He can't help it. You're so beautiful like this, and your taste and sound are more than enough. He doesn't need to touch himself when his face is between your thighs.
After he's cleaned you up, you'll leave his office without speaking another word to him. With the arousal fine, all that's left is shame and disappointment in yourself. And most of all, a feeling of betrayal, knowing that you'll do it again.
Also wanting to write a yandere historical au!! Like so bad!! Like imagine...
[Part 2] [Part 3]
Spoiled Prince! Scaramouche who gets whatever he desires as the next in line for the throne. He needlessly torments you, his favorite maid to pick with. He knows that you can't run away, not while you're so poor and desperate. You're at his mercy, his every beck and call until you decide that you'd rather live on the rat infested streets than in his palace any longer. But you quickly begin to notice that the streets are littered with more than rodents, when you are made aware that Scaramouche has sicked the palace guards on you. Dragged back to the mansion, where he waits for you with a scowl. How dare you think you can run away from him?
Hero of the Nation, Knight! Childe who was already popular with the ladies for his good looks long before he slayed the dragon tormenting the kingdom, but now he was bombarded with admiration. Yet he still chases you, the baroness with what you and others assume is nothing special to your family's name. You ignore his constant bombardments of gifts and love letters thinking them to be jokes at your expense. Why would he want you, when the princess, the jewel of the city, has asked for his hand three times over? He practically goes mad with rage when he finds out you're arranged to be married to someone else. You accept being betrothed to another, yet you won't take him?
Arranged Husband! Diluc who you're weary of. Your father assured you that he was the most suitable marriage candidate for your family that was running low on funds, and he always seemed disinterested, almost scared of you. You're wed to him a mere three months after meeting him and with only two letters exchanged between the two of you. Moved into an unfamiliar palace, you try to wander the halls as normal, while avoiding your also unwilling husband. Until you stumble upon a room with a door slightly ajar. Your husband stands in it, surrounded by portraits of you on the wall that you never posed for, underwear and garments that had gone missing, and your bed linens from the night before. It begs the question, who did you marry?
I'm so sorry...I've been reading A LOT of reincarnated as a villainess manwhas...
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reverent diluc towards his beautiful chubby love. like. it's a sign of health and wealth. him holds them close and kisses every curve of them because he's just so in love with her and every inch of them. he calls them beautiful every chance he gets... they are nothing less than a god in his eyes-
Ohh no....I tripped and fell and wrote this...omg!! That's so crazy!! Whatever shall I do???? 👀 👀
Yandere(?) Diluc x Chubby fem! Reader
TW: yandere themes, chubby reader, mentions of body/self hatred, Diluc is definitely a chubby chaser, body worship, oral (f. receiving), cum eating
One thing Diluc made sure of, was that you were well-fed. You could hate him until the sky fell and the world ended, but as long as you were eating, he'd be happy. Those soft lips of yours looked heavenly when you chew your food, your plump cheeks full like a little chipmunk. It'd be a waste for you not to eat, not when you looked so cute while doing so.
He was well aware that you were self conscious of your size before you were made to live with him. Once even lifting your skirt to show him the stretch marks that danced across your waist and stomach. While you pouted about your appearance, Diluc clenched the fabric of his pants, practically fighting within himself to not fondle you right then and there.
Your plump body was a status sign, whether you liked it or not. You were married to a very rich man, so what's the harm in sitting around, eating all day. The weight you gained was a luxury that most couldn't afford, one that Diluc wanted to give to you constantly.
He'd never tell you that he was ordering your corsets just slightly too small, so that he could watch the way your large breasts struggled to stay within it. Or that he made sure to constantly praise your body, visibly cheering up just a bit from the compliments.
“Your body is sinful,” he'd mumble breathlessly into the crook of your neck, grinding his hips between your chubby thighs, wordlessly begging you to let him go farther. He was squeezing your ass firmly, still, you had so much more than a handful, spilling out between his fingers and that was a delight for him.
You could whimper and cry, but he wouldn't stop worshiping every soft, plush inch of you. From your cheeks, to your neck, your squishy arms and thighs that he'd wrap around his head while he breathed against your cunt. You could tell him to stop praising you that way, but your body said otherwise, between your legs you were dripping, begging to be admired more. For his tongue to not only lap at your folds, but to also sing words of devotion to your body.
When he fucks into you, he's holding your hands so that you can't cover even a portion of the body he loves. Lifting your legs so he can watch the way your cute tummy folds against itself. It takes everything out of him to not cum within the first two pumps while watching the way your body jiggles with each thrust of his cock inside you. He has to please you with it first.
But when he does, he doesn't cum inside. Not when there is such a perfect, cushiony body to shoot his seed on. He'll splatter it all over you, your face, chest, stomach and thighs, panting heavily, but finding himself hardening again at the sight of you marked by him. He'll lick every drop of that cum off your body while relishing in your warmth, mindlessly babbling about how he loves your chubbiness and only wants to bury his face in it more.
Would Kaeya and Diluc share a darling? Would love to see your take on their dynamic
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YOU LITERALLY LIVE INSIDE MY HEAD!! YOU HAVE TO!!
I wrote this for some headcanons I had of what Yanderes work well together, I didn't finish all of them, so you can have these now!!
Diluc and Kaeya
Where one spoils you with riches, the other drowns you in affection. Timid Diluc, who is too afraid to touch you, will never even hold your hand without asking you three times if that's alright with you first. While steadfast Kaeya has already cradled you in his arms more times than he could count, even going as far to bury his face into the nape of your neck, all while giving a smug look to his red haired companion.
“Material items won't keep her warm at night,” Kaeya would coo with a cheeky smirk, causing Diluc to flinch. But still he'd arrive at your door with more perfumes and jewels, trying to tell you that your eyes sparkled more than any diamond, but managing to stumble over his words.
Desperate Diluc is for the touch of your skin, for the warmth of your body heat. He feels jealousy bubbling up in heart as he watches Kaeya fawn over you, kissing your soft cheeks with tight arms around your waist. Even the look of annoyance at his blatant display of affection is adorable, you can't pry the man off of you with both hands, yet you still struggle in his grasp.
All these negative feelings subside when he finally gives you something you like, something even you can't bring yourself to toss at a wall in fury. You'll hold it in your hands like it's delicate, then close to your chest as you begin to cherish it. Through your eyelashes, you'll look up at him, so much shorter your face only at his chest. Bashfully you'll stutter out a few words, “Thanks, Diluc.” And suddenly, he doesn't desire to touch you anymore, not when he's received something even better. Your appreciation.
How easy it would be to escape them
Yandere! Genshin Men x Fem! Reader
Ft: Diluc, Childe, Scaramouche
TW: Yandere Themes, Stalking, Mentions of Punishment
Diluc - Difficulty Level: Very Easy
Do you think he doesn't regret what he's done? That he doesn't stay up all night, fighting internally with what he thinks he should do with you? Taking you was a spur of the moment thing, something that happened without a lot of thought put behind it. He just knew he needed you close. He needed you to be near. He needed you with him.
Because of this you're already able to push him around a fair bit. He gives you almost everything you want except for freedom, pure red eyes practically begging for your forgiveness.
He won't let you go if you just ask, he's not that lenient after all, but if he were to wake up one morning and you were not there, he'd go through so many emotions at one time. The manor would be searched from top to bottom, every nook and cranny searched for you. When you're not found a part of him feels calm, it feels satisfied. He stole you without your permission, so he's happy that you're finally free like you wanted. But there's also a tragic, gripping pain in his chest. You're gone, and he knows that he has no right to ask for you back. If you manage to leave Diluc, you'll probably never see him again.
Childe - Difficulty Level: Medium
His playfulness is simultaneously a ploy and his actual personality, such is the nature of him. He's so easy going most days, so funny and kind that part of you forgets that he's forced you into this. Until he has one of those bad days and you see the true strength and fury of a harbinger.
Even before you were stolen by Childe, you found him rather strange. Maybe it was the lack of light in his eyes, or how he casually talked about fighting and killing like it was nothing. Those should've been red flags, signals to stop talking to him, but his charm was laid on thick and suddenly you were stuck in his home in Snezhnaya.
Do you think you escaped because of your wit or because he let you? You'd never truly know the answer, but you thought it strange that you were able to leave his house without a single maid alerting him, without a single guard chasing you.
That sigh of relief you breathe when you're finally home may be the last one you get. Suddenly you feel so afraid constantly. You chalk it up to paranoia, but you can't stop looking over your shoulder. And then you start seeing traces of him. Fatui foot soldiers and letters with that familiar wax seal on them.
When you eventually see him, smiling at you casually like nothing is wrong, your heart practically shatters. You find yourself asking again, did you truly get away or did he let you? He always mentioned loving the chase.
Scaramouche - Difficulty Level: Very Hard
Good luck getting him to even trust you enough to let you roam the gardens without him. His home is a maze of eyes and watchful gazes, the only person you can rely on is yourself. There isn't really much you can do to get away from him, the house is guarded like a prison and Scaramouche himself is a tough man to get along with.
He loves you, he knows he does, that's what that painful feeling in his chest is, but he can't bring himself to even give you a taste of freedom. Give them an inch and they'll take a mile. Because of that you often spend time sitting next to windows, longingly looking outside at the world you're convinced you'll never see again. Not without him breathing over your shoulder.
Let yourself get away if you dare, you'd better hope your plan is air tight. Scaramouche won't fall for the same tricks twice. Fool him once, shame on him, but fool him twice and you'll learn how truly kind he was being to you before. Hope and pray to whichever Archon you worship that when you get away, he won't find you. But getting away is just the beginning. Staying out of his reach is the hardest. His home isn't the only place where he has eyes everywhere.
Day of the Wedding
Yandere! Genshin Men x Fem! Reader
Ft: Diluc, Childe, Scaramouche
Forced Marriage AU
TW: Yandere Themes, Forced(?) Alcohol Consumption
AN: I checked today and I have 900 followers??? That's actually insane!!! This is what I've got to offer I guess!!
Diluc
Who wouldn't cry tears of joy when marrying the most desired bachelor of Mondstadt? That's what people thought when they saw you dressed from head to toe in pure white, the only thing throwing your princess attire off being your smeared makeup. Your eyes, so red and puffy, had mascara running down your cheeks. Black tears staining your face.
Despite the way you looked, you still forced a smile. It was a small wedding, containing only those close to the both of you, but your family couldn't help, but wonder why you chose to stay close under your newly wed husband, almost seeming afraid to talk to them.
When the vows were spoken, you could barely get the words out. Your voice shaking through sobs as your tears fell upon the page of written notes, eventually making the ink leak and becoming ineligible. You still spoke your I Do’s, followed by him lifting your veil and kissing you right upon your lips. His hand snaked around your waist and the other held your head in place. But you, you stood there stiffly, like kissing him had made you turn into stone.
Diluc pulled away with a smile, his mouth stained with a slight tint of your lipstick. He walked you back down the aisle, with the crowd throwing rice and cheering. On the happiest day of your life where you were supposed to be looking forward ahead of you, you just kept looking back, hoping that your family could see the distress in your eyes, though they never did.
Childe
So many of Childe's siblings and cousins and aunts and uncles came to the wedding, but not a single one of your family members joined you.
“She's not close to her family,” he'd say, holding on to your waist with a threatening hand. That was a lie. You loved your family. You saw them often, at least, you did before the day you abruptly decided to move to Snezhnaya without a word to them. You hadn't seen them since and they didn't know where to send letters, you were essentially a ghost of their past. Your memory haunted them daily as they missed you dearly and you missed them too.
The wedding lasted days and days. A surprise to even you, but apparently that's tradition. Games and singing. There was dancing happening for what felt like hours. And drinking. So so so much drinking. With a feast that spanned almost an entire table, there was an abundance of alcohol to match.
You could hardly keep up with the festivities. In an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people being wed to a man you thought you knew. Childe wouldn't let you show your discomfort on your face, meeting your lips with a glass of whatever he was drinking, you'd gulp down even more and fall into that drunken dizziness. When the wedding ended, you don't exactly remember. It all became a blur near the end. But you remember waking up to Childe laying you down in bed, placing a kiss on your forehead and whispering words of praise to you that would've been comforting, had it not been for who he was.
Scaramouche
He always adored the way you looked in kimono. Today was no different. The pure white silk draped over your body was by far the nicest one he'd gifted you. Dolled up in traditional make-up, you felt so stiff with your now decadent appearance.
You'd feel less scared if he wasn't still wearing that same glare. That same look of anger and disappointment. Even though it was just the two of you in the room, you him and the officiant who would wed the two of you, he still glared at the man like one mistake would kill him. And it probably would.
Your hand shook as you picked up what looked to be the tea pot, something he made you practice time and time again to prepare just for today. Getting it wrong today would mean facing his wrath later, yet you still shook while pouring it into the small bowl. You watched with a pounding heart as you managed to spill some, dripping onto the floor and sinking between the wood.
Meeting his gaze and preparing for a scolding, you instead saw him lightly chuckle. Seldom did he smile and even more rare than that, did he actually laugh. The sight was even scarier than his usual glares, somehow his joy made him seem even more menacing.
“I expected this much from you,” he whispered into the silence. His nimble fingers gripped the rim of the bowl and he brought it to your lips, making you take a sip of the warm alcohol. It was bitter and disgusting, just as you'd remembered. When you swallowed your sip, he took one right after you, finishing off what was left in the dish, then sitting it to the side again.
Your names were signed onto a piece of parchment, a wedding document written in traditional Inazuma script. You couldn't read a word of it, but there was no worse contract than the one that said you'd be his lawfully wedded wife.
Scaramouche held your hand as the two of you walked out of the shrine, his fingers cold and his grip tight. It was such a beautiful day out. That was all you could think about as you were walked back to his carriage which would take you to his home. Your last day as a truly free woman, you were glad it was beautiful.
That new Hozier song that just dropped is giving me hella inspiration (I get a lot of my ideas from song lyrics and car rides)
I was already going to write a yandere sugar daddy! Diluc, but now I want to change how the story goes a bit!
Imagine Diluc being quite a bit older and more rough around the edges. He's hard to approach with not much that he truly cares about other than his company. That is until little you waltzs into his life. Maybe you're an unpaid intern at his company or a newly hired barista at the coffee shop he frequents. Whatever the case, he's drawn to you and he knows you need the money.
At first he's okay with the transactional relationship the two of you have, and he does find it rather endearing seeing you in a dress he picked out, way over your pay wage. You find yourself asking for more as you grow more comfortable with him, but he can't bring himself to do the same, only limiting himself to daily good morning and night texts and weekly dates on Friday.
You're just too perfect. Too sweet. Too innocent. He can't bring himself to ruin you, yet he wants to. He wants every part of you. He wants to own you. No matter how desperate Diluc is to shake those thoughts from his head, they essentially consume him until there's no monetary amount that can be paid for the way he consumes your time.
18+ MDNI
TW: Somnophila, dub-con
Wanting to write a reverse version of Sleeping like the Dead where reader is the one who's insatiable. You hate Diluc, but who else can you turn to but him to satisfy your urges. As long as you're gentle, you won't wake him and you're so horny, it doesn't take much to get you off.
Of course, he's obviously pretending to be asleep. A notorious light sleeper, all it took was you opening his door to wake him. But when you pull up the hem of your night gown and straddle his hips, fucking yourself on his cock like he's your sex toy, he decided it would be better to pretend he was still fast asleep. A part of him wishes could sleep forever, if it resulted in such a delightful pleasure from you.
Finishing yourself on him and creaming around his cock while he has to fight the urge to meet the pace of your hips with how own, he's peaking at your lewd expression through eyes that are squinted shut. You're panting as you pull your dress down and sigh softly in relief.
When you leave his room with a huff, barely bothering to redress him, he's fisting his cock like an animal. Using the slick of your pussy as lube to jerk himself off to completion and silently praying that tomorrow brings another night of your untamable lust.
Do Mi Ti. Why Not Me?
Yandere! Diluc x Fem! Reader
TW: Drugging
Part of {Mai Playlist}
Envy. One of the seven deadly sins. And one that almost anyone can say they've fallen victim to. Such an easy sin to curse yourself with, but atonement means that your soul won't be damned to hell. For a man who had almost everything anyone could want, Diluc found himself longing for more. For you. And until he had you, he didn't see atonement in his future.
Like a star hanging high above him in the sky, a ripe fruit just out his reach on the vine, a flower too high up on the tip of a mountain, he could never have you. So close you were, but so far away. He was allowed to gaze at you, but never touch you. Something so precious, why were you only meant to be looked at?
Did you outwardly say that you didn't want him? It was never confirmed with your voice, but rather with your actions. Treating him as if he were more of a common friend or sibling, instead of someone you could consider a lover. How he adored you, how he loved you so, how he wished for nothing more than the loving touch of your skin. Only, you wished to hold another.
What did Kaeya have that he didn't? He asked himself while watching the two of you on one of your many dates. Textbook stalking to most, but he was only keeping an eye on you for your own protection. Such a sweet thing you are. Someone like Kaeya would only hurt you, but you were too naive to know better, too naive to think that he'd snap your heart in two, like you were breaking his.
He was only doing it to protect you. He only did these things to keep you safe. He only watched you because he loved you. And why he invited you over for tea one day, which you delightfully agreed to, because a sweet thing like you didn't have the heart to decline. Especially not one of your childhood friends who you hadn't seen in ages.
Ten years. A decade. Maybe more. That's how long he loved you. You'd never know that though, not when your mind was elsewhere, on anyone, but him. The whole time, you blabbed on happily about Kaeya and he held a smile for you, nodding along to your tales, even though each word of praise for the other man was killing him inside.
Your sweet voice complained of drowsiness, apologizing for suddenly feeling so sleepy.
“I don't think I'll be able to make it home like this,” you muttered, your head slowly sinking to one side as you tried to force yourself away. Your eyelids are already growing heavy, you drop your tea cup, shattering it on the floor. You flinched a bit from the sound, mumbling soft apologies that sounded more like gibberish than anything else.
“You know there's always a room here for you,” Diluc spoke calmly, taking your hand before you had the chance to accept. And there was. A room just for you. At the far end of the hall, he laid you on a mountain of pillows, softer than anything Kaeya could ever provide for you, and draped you in a fluffy blanket. You nestled into that bed and barely noticed him closing and locking the cuff around your ankle, the chain of which was connected to that same ornate bedpost.
Anything to protect you. Anything to keep you safe. Kaeya would never love you nor care for you the way he did. So why choose such a man over him? You look beautiful when you sleep, your lips slightly open, little snores falling from them. But he already knew that. Because he loved you. More than anyone could ever know. So instead of letting anyone hurt you, he chose to not give you the chance to make the wrong choice.
You'd hate him, such a painful thing to admit, but it was for the best. He lay beside you, stroking your hair as you slept. Even bad dreams wouldn't be an issue as long as he was near, he’d chase them away with his sword in a heartbeat. So why choose another over him?
"The lady is so mean to Master Diluc," whispers like this are common place across the manor. You, the lady newly married into Diluc's fortune, are known for your tantrums. Your outburst where you're no longer a fragile and meek girl, but more like a monster in human clothes. Angry and screaming, even going as far as to throw things, injuring any and everyone in your path.
"I wonder why she even chose to marry him," another hushed voice would speak. But saying that to chose to marry him would imply that you were given a choice. Rather, you were forced to marry him. Although, who would believe you when you said that? Soft spoken and stoic Diluc? He wouldn't even hurt a fly. Most days, you were seen as the aggressor. The gold digger who just couldn't get enough and had even taken to hurting your husband.
"She's like a beast," the maids would say amongst themselves, never looking you in the eyes, never seeing the pain and sorrow that you were showing beneath all the anger. To them, you're a spoiled brat. But they never cared to see how you cried and beg to be returned home. How all you wanted was freedom from the man who had taken you, but no one was on your side. Frustration led to anger and anger led to outbursts, one's where Diluc would take the brunt of the force and make himself seem like the hero who tamed you.
"She can't even pretend to like him," they'd mutter. But you did like him. You loved him, even . But how long ago was that? Was it when he was courting you? Making himself seem like the normal, kind man who'd come to sweep you off your feet, to charm you and make you feel like a princess. His words were sweet and shy, possibly being what made you not pay attention to all the red flags. To all the issues that you brushed to the side. You were blinded too at one point. Blinded by the charisma of his mask. But his mask slips. They'd never see it. But you did.
How They Mark You as Theirs
Yandere x Fem! Reader
A/N: because I genuinely can't stop thinking about Scaramouche putting his makeup on you! It's been keeping me up at night.
Diluc: With jewelry
You sparkle when you walk into a room. Not just your glowing eyes or large, puffy dresses, but also what adornes your body. A pendant around your neck, large gem rings on your fingers, and earrings, more expensive than most could afford. People wondered if maybe all of your gems and stones were too heavy, maybe that's why despite the fact that you looked so lavish, you never smiled.
Diluc would be at your side, slipping another ring onto your finger. The other ladies would fawn at the sight, silently wishing for a man who wanted to adorn them with silver and gold, but to you, every ring, every stone, every bracelet, and every gem was another lock on the chain harboring you to him, claiming you as his.
Childe: With Bruises
Your neck is littered with love bites, your thighs covered in scratches from where his nails would dig into them, your wrist would have markings around them, from where he would hold you down, pressing passionate kisses and maybe more if he desired.
Even though you were embarrassed by the blatant proof of what he'd done to you all over your body, he still made sure you wore rather revealing clothing. You'd flush with embarrassed, knowing eyes looking all over you, but Childe would smile happily. A hand around your waist would caress you, making it known that he wished to claim you more.
Scaramouche: With make-up
How did everyone know that you were married to number six of the Fatui harbingers? Well, they had to look no further than your eyes, framed in that familiar red shade. The first time he makes you wear it, it's because you watched as he did his own. His nimble fingers held the brush like it was second nature, creating the lines against his eye with ease.
“Come here,” he'll order while still standing in front of the mirror. Before you can ask what he needs from you, he's already squeezing your cheeks between those same fingers, holding your face in place.
The brush tickles as it slides across your eyelids, making you shake a bit in his grasp as you hold back laughter. The smile on your face making his demeanor melt for just a moment, he softens and stops his work, just staring at your features, “I know how it feels. Stop moving,” he'll order. And you do your best to obey.
The sight of your smile is more than enough to make this a habit, instead of a one off thing. Everyday after your kimono dressing, he calls you to him, holding the brush stained with that familiar red makeup.
she walks in beauty.
🎀 Today is Diluc's birthday. However, instead of focusing on himself, he can't help but to fall into his usual lovesick trap of gentle obsession.
yandere! diluc ragnvidr x fem! reader.
Ever since he was a young lad, Diluc could recall every single banquet and celebration which was hosted by the Dawn Winery estate. He could still sense the smell of various colorful liquors and taste the endless sea of pastries and cakes which were served at such events, making the inner child in him smile.
However, Diluc was no longer a young child.
Ever since the passing of his father, the need to throw any grand banquets was thoroughly diminished. While yes, there were certain things he could not avoid due to societal expectations, he still made the decision to keep things to an absolute minimum.
His birthday was not one of them. At least, not by his choice.
Everyone and their mother knew what day it was today and Diluc lost count with how many birthday wishes and gifts he had received. He was a little touched with the plethora of people who wanted him nothing other than joy, but those same people quickly became a nuisance because he could not seem to be with the one he actually wanted to be with today.
And there stood Diluc, hidden in the shadowy hallway as he watched his beloved prepare for the upcoming festivities. With both his arms crossed and his left side pressed firmly against the dark wood doorframe, Diluc decided in that moment that there was nowhere else he'd rather be than here.
His red eyes watched you thoroughly like a hawk, making sure to remember the ravishing scenery before him.
As much as you disliked his gifts, you didn't have a choice but to accept them this evening. The gentle sapphire necklace hung around your neck perfectly, the fine silver glimmering gently beneath the flickering candle flames. Diluc's gaze quickly shifted to your arms as they toyed with the various strands of hair at the top of your head, carefully adjusting the matching pin he had gotten you not too long ago.
He felt his heart skip a beat once he caught a glimpse of the wedding ring on your finger, causing him to nearly lose his composure and blow his cover altogether. His own ring seemed to come alive as he felt it around his finger, seemingly pulsing with a firey need to just take you, to see the light in your eyes, to beg you to please forgive him-
Even now, he could still hear you weep, for each tear felt like a stab straight into his bleeding heart.
Please, don't lock me away, you pleaded.
"I will be with no one but you. I will give you everything you desire but please Diluc-
Do not keep me as a prisoner!"
He sighed as he fidgeted with his gloved fingers. Diluc hated himself for doing this to you, for making you so utterly miserable. He was the one who took you away, it was him who had stolen that precious smile away from you. If you had been a normal couple perhaps this evening could have been more bearable. Perhaps he could have even enjoyed it, with you by his side.
But that was not how things were going to play out.
Diluc was stuck in a Hell of his own making. Every single tear that you had shed and will shed - that was all on him. Money can buy a lot of things but your love was not one of them. A new surge of determination was born deep inside of Diluc on that night of his birthday and he finally knew what his wish was.
He wished to make amends. Perhaps he could learn to live without your love, even if the mere thought made his teeth shake in fury and heart cry out in blind sorrow.
But he needed you to know that you were loved. He needed you to know that he was going to keep you safe. He was going to love you until his very last breath and even then, he would wait for the day of your sweet forgiveness.
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Happy birthday to this wonderful man. He was my first ever husband in Genshin Impact, he deserves something extra sweet from yours truly.
Braiding Diluc's Hair - Drabble
You braid Diluc's hair for him once. The man who's usually so punctual has woken up late, stumbling about in a hurry as he tries to do all of his morning tasks. You watch as he scurries about, lounging in your day chair with a book in your hand, you watch as his dark red locks cascade down his face and body, and how he awkwardly has to push them to the sides to try and get anything done in the hectic bustle of the Dawn Winery’s morning routine.
Pity and Diluc are two words that don't go hand in hand for you. Quite honestly, you've felt little for the man since he decided that he wished to steal you away and lock you up, rather than earning your love the proper way. Yet, watching him struggle to do the most basic of tasks, because of his untied hair was almost similar to watching a dog run into walls because its fur has grown over its eyes. It was almost cute in a silly way.
You raised your hand up to Diluc, who could see you through the mirror as he tried to tame his mane, which was more rowdy today than usual. He looked back at you, his smile sheepish and weak. Seldom did you ever call for him, even outright stating once that you'd rather he not speak to you at all.
“Yes, my sweet, summer flame,” he spoke to you, kneeling at your side and pressing a kiss against your hands. Love and admiration were filling his eyes as he looked at you, yet all you could feel in return was disgust.
You didn't respond to his nickname, and rather gestured for him to turn around, which he did so promptly. He'd walk off the side of a mountain if you asked him to do so sweetly enough. With him facing the opposite direction, you took his hair into your hands. Thick and heavy, it smelled of fruits and that distinct ash scent that pyro users could never get rid of. You raked your fingers through his locks to comb them before quickly braiding his hair until it was neatly down his back.
You tapped his shoulders twice to indicate that you were done and that he was free to leave, yet he didn't move your side, not for a bit at least. But then he finally stood, without a word which was rare for Diluc who couldn't help, but to proclaim his love to you whenever he got the chance. It didn't bother you that he wasn't speaking, you found it rather pleasant actually, while he continued to dress himself in the mirror you continued your task of lounging and doing absolutely nothing. Looking up just once though, revealed that as he was buttoning his top, he was staring at his neatly done braid with such gentle and loving eyes, you'd think he was looking at an animal, and with a face so red it reminded you of the same flames he used.
What would yandere diluc or Ayato reaction towards the reader end up pregnant, yandere ayato strikes me as a yandere that baby traps the reader
SO!
This isn't exactly what you were asking for, but I was writing some headcanons of Yanderes with their children, and I don't think I'm going to finish all of them.
But Diluc and Ayato both definitely baby trap, Childe is kinda on the fence about it, and Scaramouche won't do something like that, but if you wind up pregnant he won't be upset.
Anyways! Diluc and his daughter
Yandere! Diluc x Fem! Reader
Forced Marriage AU
TW: Yandere themes, baby trapping, mentions of pregnancy, angst
Diluc & Amelia
Where Diluc went, so did she. Full cheeks and big eyes, she looked at the world like it was new to her. Because it was, and he wanted to show her it all. Diluc's little helper, the young lady of the house, she was known by many names, but more often than not, she was called daddy's girl. A name she responded to with an open mouth smile and a giggle.
But where was her mother, people would question. Diluc's already quiet wife hadn't been seen since her extraverted daughter was born. Those who caught glimpses of you noticed anger in your eyes and a lack of maternal love for the girl who'd cling to the hem of your dress, begging for your affection. At most, you'd turn and walk away from the girl, leaving her deflated, begging for your return. At your worst, you'd pick her up by the arm, taking her and dropping her into Diluc's lap rather harshly.
“Why do I have to keep telling you to keep it away from me?” you spat at him, not bothering to look at the big eyed face of the girl who was tearfully grasping at the jacket of her father.
He'd coax little Amelia, wiping tears from little Amelia's cheeks and pushing her sobs, “I told you, you mustn't bother your mother,” even the way he scolded her was gentle. She nodded her head in understanding, mumbling out an apology to both Diluc and you.
Once out of their sight, you'd cry too, you couldn't stop the tears that ran down your cheeks. She was sweet. With your hair color and Diluc's eyes, most specifically, the fact that she'd gotten your nose as well. Sweetness, you'd call her. Although, never to her face.
If you knew anything about Diluc, you knew he'd do anything to be closer to you. Making you have a child in the first place was one for the ways. His contraception not working meant that you were swollen with his spawn, meaning he'd have no choice but to dote on you for your entire pregnancy, much to your dismay.
The look of excitement on his face, the look of love in his eyes as held her, it made you sick. It disgusted you even. To the point where you were willing to isolate yourself. From him. And from her. A loving mother you wouldn't be. Not as long as her father was the despicable man that he was.
Seeing all the yandere with kids asks got me thinking. Does kaeya have? If he does do they have a relationship with diluc and his child? And if not does his niece know about him and do they have a relationship??
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Yandere! Kaeya would definitely have kids! It would be much much farther than into the "relationship" though. I feel as if there was a timeline on who has kids the quickest it would be:
Ayato
Childe
Diluc
Scaramouche
Kaeya
In terms of how he is when Diluc is the yandere, he adores Amelia. Uncle Kaeya he's called, he visits her when he can with many gifts and even better, stories about how cool he is.
But don't let the sweetness fool you, Kaeya is not only well aware of the details of Diluc's relationship, but even how Amelia was born. Assume that Diluc came to Kaeya one night and vented full of guilt and shame for what he'd done. Had he not, Kaeya would've been none the wiser.