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The Versatility of a Workspace :: Alhaitham

Warning -> 18+ NS-FW! (consensual sex (on a desk - penetration, pulling out), unspecified foreplay (reader receiving), shy/embarrassed reader, brief mention of previous sexual activity (reader), voyeurism (alhaitham watches reader)(friends -> lovers (not established relationship) | it’s been a while, let me know if i missed anything!

Alhaitham X GN Reader | Anthology

There is something incredible about seeing a man focus on his work, and today, when you found yourself staring just a little too long their attention easily shifted.

It felt odd to be in a room alone with him. Not just because he was rarely here in the first place, you knew quite well that Alhaitham didn't work in his office unless he absolutely had to and based on the slight scowl on his face, you assumed he'd gotten into another disagreement with his roommate. Still, the fact that you came here to find the room occupied, and that he'd even suggested you stay and accomplish whatever you'd come in to do was astounding.

Perhaps if you hadn't been too distracted by him you'd have finished earlier and could retreat to alleviate the growing discomfort rising in your stomach.

The way his fingers trailed over the pages of the book, how they curled and tugged at the tender parchment so his focused eyes could drink in every word

The way the light flickered off his face. Gentle, and unimposing as if it too were worried about disturbing him. It enhanced his already sharp features and made you jealous that someone could be so pretty

You adjusted in the chair, shook your head, and wrote -rewrote- the sentence you'd been working on for ten minutes now. With a sigh, you bit your lip hard to focus.

"You're being too loud," his voice called out, making you jump. It was only then you realized you were shaking your leg so much it was making the fabric of your clothes rustle. Considering how quiet the room was, it was easy to hear.

"S-sorry," you replied, stilling your leg.

His fingers ran through the silver locks on his head. They fluttered, falling haphazardly across his face and drawing way too much attention to his lips

His arms stretched, muscles moved under his sheer clothes and you felt your cheeks burn at the sight

You did your best to ignore the tingling annoyance between your legs, the clenching heat in your chest, and any thoughts that consisted of him that, at first, you thought you'd imagined his voice until it came again.

"If you're struggling, just bring your work to me already." An annoyed huff from his side of the room made you grimace. Of course, Alhaitham would never give the time nor desire to the feelings running around your head. You scolded yourself for letting your thoughts run away with you. "Do you not want help?" Flashing your eyes at him, you saw the way he gazed at you from below his bangs. Even if you wanted to, you wondered if you'd be able to stand up at all.

"Okay," you whispered and brought your paperwork to him. Being so close made you stumble but you played it off as best you could. "I'm sure this seems silly to you-"

Did I say that?" He inquired as he took the papers and sprawled them on his desk, his long fingers holding them down the way you wished he'd hold you. A small shake of your head failed at dislodging that thought from your brain. "You're distracted."

"W-What makes you say that?"

"You'd never be this sloppy otherwise." His words were direct as he pointed to an error on the page. Naturally, you leaned in to see what was amiss but when you felt his breath on your neck, you froze.

Swallowing, your breath hitched. You needed space but there wasn't any, especially with his body heat hitting you like a brick wall and his leg absentmindedly brushing against your own. “Ahm --”

"Mmhm, as I thought," he moved the items off his desk, adjusting slightly so you had more room, "sit," he instructed by gesturing to the bare, flat wood of his workspace. He didn't need to say more; you knew what he meant - you weren't that dense.

"B-but-"

"Just do it. It'll be bothersome if you leave right now." Your body itched terribly for attention. Your heart pounded in your chest, your cheeks burned and spread down your neck until it felt like there was a fire in you. It was so hot it almost hurt. In the months you’d known him, he’d never initiated any kind of interest in you. At some point you realized he never would - a man as driven, isolated, and tunnel-versioned toward his own goals would never see past the book in his face long enough to notice how desperately you wanted him. Truthfully, you were happy he allowed you to be this close; so, in all the times you’d been affected by his existence, you vowed to never allowed yourself to be so vulnerable in front of him.

“I - um -” You tried to take a step back but his quick glance held you in place, and when his fingers gripped your chin you knew it was all over.

“Your pupils are dilated, and your breathing is uneven and too quick. Your body temperature has risen significantly since you’ve been here. It’s obvious you aroused,” easily he pulled you toward him, positioned you between the desk and his toned torso. A peek at his chest made you falter and stumble into the heavy workspace now pressing against your back. “It would be faster to tend to this now,” when his hands slid down to your pants, you nearly collapsed on weak knees.

“Wait - wait -” Pushing your hands against him, you attempted to make space in the already limited one you had. He stopped but didn’t remove his hands.

The heat of his touch, the feeling of his fingers just under the hem of your pants, his proximity, it all made your head swim and your heart pound.

“I see. If you’re capable of handling this on your own, I will stand by the door -”

The need building in your stomach willed you to shake your head. “No,” clenching your fists, you squeezed the words from your tight throat. “It’s --”

He sighed, removed one of his hands from your hips, and lifted your chin so you could look at him, “I can’t understand you when you mumble.” When he saw your face you wondered if he’d felt anything at all. Was the step he took toward you a show of interest or just so he could clearly hear what you were to embarrassed to say out loud?

He may have been holding your head up, but he couldn’t force you to look at him, “It’s n-not enough on my own,” you started, knowing full well he wouldn’t grasp what you were saying with such a vague explanation. He needed concrete answers, but were you brave enough to give them? “I-I’ve tried before but it’s not enough. I need ... help.” It was all you could squeeze out. You were certain that no matter the amount of light in the room or the shade of your skin, he could see the vibrant red shift of embarrassment all over your face.

Alhaitham did what was necessary to get you seated on the desk. He made quick work of your pants, ensuring they draped over the back of the chair he no longer needed to use. He lifted you with ease and helped position your body until you were comfortable. Though you assumed he’d get annoyed or exasperated by the number of times you shifted, adjusted, and repositioned, he didn’t - he just waited until you were ready.

“Settled?” he asked when you stilled. A nod brought him closer; you shivered when his fingers grazed your bare skin and let out a shaky breath at the sensation. You’d dreamt of this so many times - or daydreamed, or tried to will your dreams to let you have this once, just once - but now that it was happening, it almost didn’t seem real. “I’ve read my fair share of books on the subject,” Alhaitham hummed as he neared the area of your body screaming for physical contact. His tone, usually direct and blunt seemed softer now, and the contrast brought out a whimper in your throat. “I will start slow.” You nodded but when he finally touched you, you melted.

His movements started slow just as he said. The steady strokes, the way he pressed his thumb against your sensitive skin as he continued his menstruations. It made you wish you had something to hold on to. Instinctually you reached for the loose bits of cloth that hung over the left side of his body.

As your breathing increased, and the moans he pulled from you came more consistently, he began to work harder. You opened your eyes for a second only to see how intently he was watching you - if you weren’t so shy you might have kept them open. Instead, you covered your face with your free hand and hoped you didn’t fall backward.

Something warm slid across your lower back and made you jump slightly. Alhaitham’s voice spread across the back of your palm, his movements, which had been steadily increasing, slowed as if to give you a moment’s rest. “I cannot learn what you like if you hide your face from me,” he explained in his still, unaffected voice. You weren’t sure what was worse, the fact that he didn’t seem altered by what he was doing, or that he was asking you to be even more exposed than you already were. When you tentatively withdrew your hand, he slid his from your back until he reached your elbow. With ease, he maneuvered your arm to rest on his shoulder. “Thank you,” he hummed and picked up the pace again.

At this point, all you could do was hold on. Alhaitham was making you putty in his hands; from the way he held onto you so you wouldn’t fall, his fingers pressing against your back, arm muscles flexing to keep you upright, to the pace he had found that was sending you over the edge - he was in complete control.

You cried out. Head falling backward, rolling to the side to rest on the shoulder that had worked its way free of your shirt. Your chest heaved, nails dug into his clothes, hand slammed onto the desk and hips jutted closer to him as he brought you to your climax.

Out of all the times you’d imagined this, imagined him, you were right to say that doing it on your own was never enough.

Panting, overheating, you listened as your voice eased back to normal. “... sorry,” you finally said after several deep breaths and shakes of your head.

“For?”

“... being so loud ... I didn’t ... I’ve never-” Shaking your head again, you relaxed your grip on his shoulder. You expected him to correct you, or remind you to try to remember next time - next time? - but instead, he laughed, a sound that made you melt even more on his desk.

“It’s a natural reaction,” he reassured you, the sound of a metal buckle ringing in your ears. When you looked down, your heart fluttered at the sight of his fingers working himself free from his pants, the heat he just alleviated from you hit you again like a hot desert wave. Was he really? Was the one thing you’d desperately wanted to do with him finally -- “You should be ready now,” he said, perhaps more to himself than to you as he used your fluids to lubricate himself.

“wh- you’re going to --” Alhaitham pulled you further off the desk and positioned himself to enter you. The tip alone was enough to elicit a moan from your tired throat. You were satisfied enough with what he had already done, to think he would go this far! “Alhai-?”

“I need more time,” he stated matter-of-factly, his voice out-of-character shaky, breath hitching as he began to push into you. He wasn’t huge, but he still stretched you, pushed against your walls as he slid all the way in. You shifted on your thighs and leaned back to give him more access as you exhaled the most sinful moan you’d ever made. It must have been something incredible because the noise that rumbled through his chest set you on fire. “Mmm ...” he hummed, breathing against you as his hands gripped your hips tightly.

The two of you stayed there, still and unmoving for a moment, and took in the feeling of the other. You’d been with others before, but none of them felt like this - none of them made your skin ripple as if a thousand flower petals fell over you in a single moment. You sank into him, around him, and though you were certain he wouldn’t like it, you couldn’t stop yourself from kissing the edge of his lips.

Sharp blue eyes shot your way. They flashed in the yellow light, flickered, searching your face. You were about to apologize when he captured your lips against his in a messy, heated kiss. It was only broken when he started to move in you and you gasped at the resulting sensation.

Alhaitham pressed his forehead against you so hard it made your back muscles shake as you tried to stay upright. Every thrust of his hips into you caused you to cry out. Eventually, you wrapped your arms around his neck just so you wouldn’t fall; the sound of his hands slamming against the wood, the feeling of his shaking fingers digging into your flush, glistening thighs made you wish he would take you in every possible way imaginable.

For months you’d only known the calm, collected, and never impressed Alhaitham wandering through the academy floors - you’d never imagined he could look so disheveled, so desperate, so aroused.

You fell back onto your elbows and the resulting position made him moan, heated breath spreading over your increasingly exposed chest. He stood up, grabbed the underside of your legs and held onto them as he pounded into you. The sight of sweat rolling down his shoulders, across his biceps, the way it clung to the sheer black top he wore. It made you hysterical to see how his abs moved with every thrust. Soon, you couldn’t look anymore as you neared your second organism.

Desperate breaths made your chest rise and fall, your nails peeled back the protective surface of the wooden desk and your head fell toward the unfortunate stacks of books that hadn’t been moved. One final look at Alhaitham’s face was enough to send you over the edge - no one should be that attractive.

“I-I’m --” you tried to communicate but lost the ability. It seemed he was struggling too. His brow creased, eyes narrowed as he dipped his head and tried to breathe through your body’s reaction to him. It didn’t take him long into your own orgasm to come undone. Within seconds, you felt hot streams of cum against your inner thigh as he pulled out just in time.

The two of you were shaking. His arms trembled; whether from overstimulation or your own shaking legs he still held onto, you weren’t sure. Unsteady, but wanting to help him, you pushed yourself up on weak arms so you could slide back onto the slick surface. When you were more stable, he let your legs go, his hands finding refuge on the hot desktop.

So many questions ran through your brain but he interrupted them by speaking first.

“Though I don’t engage in ... tedious emotions,” he panted, hands plastered on either side of you, hair grazing your exposed shoulder, “I also don’t enjoy seeing others in misery ...”

Your throat felt dry, and a bead of sweat rolled down your neck and became lost in the clump of clothes bunched up around your lower back. Somehow, his words made you chuckle in excited hope, “So, you did this for my benefit?”

“Yes.”

“Does that mean ...,” - It can’t right? - “that you ... like me?” Alhaitham didn’t look up but you could tell by the way his fingers curled into fists and the way he flexed against your inner thigh that you’d drawn him out.

“... I never said that ... don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late,” you replied as you lifted his chin with your trembling hand to take in avoiding eyes under furrowed brow, and his rosy cheeks with a hint of pink-tinted ears.

#hazels 18+#18+#ns-fw #genshin smut #genshin 18+#alhaitham smut

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omgbeautifulboobs2 · 3 months

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#keeley hazell #amazing body #beautiful babe #18+ only #beautiful views #nice and tight #so hot 🔥🔥🔥#tan lines #magnificent rack #sweet and sexy #nuts magazine #bathtub

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nickieafterdark · 3 months

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Happy Sunday 😊

#pretty eyes #pretty smile #big tiddy committee #big tiddy gf #sunday selfie #selfie sunday #18+ content #18+ blog #+18 or +adult only #18+ account #hotwives #huge titts #huge tiddies #hazel eyes #beautiful eyes #sexy tease #onlyf@nz #pretty face

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livwritesstuff · 7 months

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part 3 to eddie’s tattoo saga, feat. girl-dads!steddie

part 1, part 2

The first time Eddie’s oldest daughter draws on his arm with her Crayola markers, Eddie immediately gets it tattooed onto him permanently.

She’s barely two so it’s mostly scribbles, but she’d never done it before, and she’d looked up at him with this big, proud, cheesing smile when she was done, and Ed had been caught so off guard with just how insanely much he loved her – that indescribable love parents felt for their children that, before becoming a parent, Eddie had thought he’d be able to beat the stereotypes and describe, but Moe proved him to be incorrect just about the second she came along – and he hadn’t known what else to do.

He doesn’t even really think about it, just takes a photo so his artist will get the colors right and has her put it in an empty spot on the sleeve he’s been working on for years.

With Eddie and Steve’s second daughter, Robbie, it goes mostly the same. She's just about two years old and draws a collection of swirling scribbles on the back of his hand. Steve advises him to not get it tattooed in the same spot, and Eddie can understand why it might not always be opportune to have permanent child-scribbles in such a visible spot, so, again, he has his artist use it to fill in a gap in the sleeve on his left arm.

When their littlest girl, Hazel, is born, Ed intentionally leaves a spot on his bicep open for whenever she feels so inclined to draw on him like her big sisters had. She takes her sweet time, so much so that Eddie starts to get nervous that she might never end up doing it at all, and he wasn’t going to ask her. It had to be a natural thing, obviously. In the end, she’s nearly five years old, sitting in his lap with a pack of markers while he reads a book to her (Charlotte’s Web, because it was the first chapter book he’d read aloud to both Moe and Robbie, and now it's Hazel’s turn), coloring inside the lines of the tattoos he already has when she gets to the empty space on his arm he’d left just for her. A little bit later, it’s filled with a marker drawing of a blue house next to a green tree, with a yellow sun above the chimney.

“It’s our house,” Hazel tells him.

Eddie calls to schedule the tattoo session the second he finishes the next chapter.

He gets the okay from his artist to bring Hazel with him to the appointment, which he hadn’t done with Moe and Robbie because they’d been too little. They hadn’t had the disposition for it either, but Hazel is their sweetest baby, all solemn and shy, and the session is right before her usual naptime, so once he’s in the chair, she just sits in his lap and quietly watches his artist work until she dozes off about halfway through the process.

Eddie spends much of that session lost in thought – he’s becoming introspective in his old age (forty-five and some change).

He’s thinking about all the tattoos he’s gotten, all the spontaneous ones he’s gotten for Steve and for their girls. He’s thinking about what that means.

In the family that Eddie and Steve have built, Steve is the one taking all those pictures and home videos and stuff. He’s the one who gets photos printed, framing their favorites and hanging them around the house and setting small ones on side tables, sticking others to the fridge with little magnets they’ve collected over the years, storing the rest in overstuffed shoe boxes he swears he’ll organize into photo albums someday (but their life is so hectic he probably won’t ever get around to it).

This is Eddie’s version of that.

This is his way of displaying to the world how much he loves his family, this thing that he’d spent years pretending he didn’t want because that was easier to sit with than the belief that it wasn’t even attainable for him, that now he gets to have.

It’s fucking incredible, is what it is, and it deserves to be documented.

#when the girls are older (think high school age) he has them all “sign” their work #i.e. he gets all their initials in their own handwriting and has his artist add them right below their artwork #ed proudly attends moe and robbie’s first tattoo sessions when they’re old enough to start getting their own #which in the harrington house is a firm 18 #though moe gets *this* close to convincing ed to drive her down to connecticut and get one at 17 #until steve catches wind of it and shuts the whole thing down #the unspoken compromise is that steve ignores the stick-and-pokes moe and robbie give each other a month later #hazel ends up not having any interest #steddie #steddie dads #liv’s steddie dads verse #steve harrington #eddie munson

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cassielenoir691 · 26 days

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no peaking 🫣

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athena-theunicorn · 9 months

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It really just hit me that when Chalice of the Gods comes out I will be the same age as my favorite characters. 13 year old me wanted to be 15, 16, 17 so badly and now here I am waiting for this 6th book and being the same age as Annabeth.

#I'm turning 18 and im scared #chalice of the gods #percy pjo #pjo series #pjo #pjo fandom #percy jackson #percy and annabeth #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson series #hazel #annabeth #pjo hoo toa #heroes of olympus #riordanverse #rrverse #pjo hoo #hoo

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hazel-of-sodor · 2 months

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One more for now, but who is this?

Snoot!

Shes a BR Class 18!

friends

#Ask Hazel #Hazel Asks #Hazel Q&A #BR Class 18 #Snoot

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joseymarievip · 1 year

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Where can I put my tongue? 👅

#tongue #tongue out #18+ only #sexy content #sexy tease #sexy titts #hot as fuck #hazel eyes #gorgeous eyes #tease pic

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witch-hazels-musings · 2 years

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one and only

warning: 18+ !!! ns-fw - (hickies, fingering, intercourse (no protection), couch sex - spicy spice!)

Diluc x Female!reader | anthology

Diluc

you missed him. more than you could describe and, at times, more than you could comprehend. day dreams, imaginations, fantasies you kept hidden from those around you swirled wildly in your mind until it became too much

you were lost - lost in the thought of him - the desire of him - and you found it impossible to hold yourself back

Your body was hot. Hotter than it had been in weeks, and still you pushed yourself further against him until you were consumed by the temperature. The couch cushions provided you just enough stability as you pressed down with your knees, your hands becoming lost in his hair while your lips captured his over and over again. You were insatiable, and so was he.

he missed you. every part of him was electrified at your touch. how long had it been since he felt your skin against him, since he breathed in the sensational sounds of your voice, since he allowed himself to let go and simply become part of his desire

he was famished - desperate to experience you once again - and he found it impossible to stop himself

Diluc whispered your name against bruised and love kissed marks on your neck. Every hickie was another badge of his devotion to you, another demonstration of how painful the weeks had been since the two of you could be with one another. He would have taken all the blame for your separation, but he knew you’d never allow him such burdens.

“I missed you,” you breathed into his hair. The scent of wine soaked barrels and cedar filling your nose every time you took a shaky breath. He pushed against you, his hips lifting as if to meet the body that ached for him. It made you whimper and he gripped tighter on the back of your shirt.

“And I you,” he sighed, lips and teeth grazing over your collarbone. You paused for a moment only to hazelly work yourself out of your shirt. It was like your body had a mind of its own; a desperate, almost feral need consumed you, screaming to be exposed for him. The heat of his breath, the sound of his moans as you shifted on top of him or at the sight of your chest now in full view. He crashed into you and you took him.

As if lost in a fog, you stumbled forward with tingling hands reaching for his clothes. The loosening of his tie, the almost comedic way you tugged, pulled, and wined as you attempted to unbutton his shirt. In all the intimate moments with him, this one felt so different. Like an all consuming fire, you were destined to swallowed by him one way or another. “Diluc --” you panted, cheeks tingling, heart pounding when you caught sight of his eyes in the dimly lit room. His jaw clenched, gaze intense as he looked up at you, chest heaving. It made you falter, but he waited for you. “I want you.”

The words dripped from your lips like sweet confections melting in the afternoon sun and Diluc availed himself to taste every one. In an instant, he lifted you of his lap, the cold air was unpleasant but the ringing of his buckle chimed like life in your ears. Though you were happy to take him in all at once, he made sure you wouldn’t be harmed, even now.

“Mmm,” he hummed at the sight, the sound of you as his fingers slid inside your cunt. The sensation caused you to rock your hips forward, pressing your partly covered stomach against his erection. Your eyes fluttered closed but not before you caught a glimpse of his expression and the rich desire that flashed in his eyes. You would have begged him for more if your voice wasn’t being stolen by the movement of his fingers.

Slow, steady thrusts of his fingers, a supportive hand pressing against your lower back so you could experience it all. His strength kept you up as trembling legs did their best to hold themselves off his lap. He added another finger and you cried out at the feeling. His thumb pushed against your clit, the added pressure made your veins run hot. With gentle kisses he littered across your chest, he made sure his devotion to you was felt in all that he did, but you wanted more, so much more.

Pushing at his wrist, you willed him to stop and in a voice you didn’t recognize, you begged him to be yours.

Diluc repositioned you over him, ensuring you’d have enough space by sliding down and spreading his legs. You took this opportunity to remove your final article of clothing before taking him in. The feeling of his cock entering you stole your breath. You moaned, working him until his dick was completely inside you. Diluc’s fingers dug into your thighs as you settled. The slight pain offset by the warmth of him, by the expression on his face. His eyes closed, his lips parted and his voice filled you up where the connection couldn’t.

You’d waited so long for this. Hours, days, weeks where the two of you barely caught a moment together. Fleeting kisses followed by endless distractions. It was like invisible forces were working to keep the two of you apart but, just as he promised, he would never let anything keep him long and now you could finally be with him as if it were your first time.

To re-experience each other, to witness the obsession you both held for the other, and the love that solidified it all. He was yours, you were his, and right now you were each others - together.

You kissed him but only enough to let him know you were ready. You rose with tired thighs only to come crashing down on him over and over. The feeling of him stretching you, of his cock filling you up was one of the greatest sensations you’d ever known. It was an addiction you didn’t know you had until you were drowning in it. Your body rippled in waves, the pleasure making you senseless. Diluc pushed into you and you cried out.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed, panted, swore as his hands slid up your waist and gripped at the skin pushing against your ribs. You used his shoulders to better support yourself, and when it started to become too much, desperate hands slid down to his biceps while he brought you near to him. “So damn beautiful,” he repeated, working into you at a pleading pace.

Your leg cramped but it was impossible to care when your body clenched, spasmed, cried out because of him. Wrapping your arms around him was all you could do, moaning against his neck was all you knew, hearing him cry out your name as he reached his orgasm was the only thing you focused on. He was your one and only, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I missed you,” you said again. “So much,” and with a tired, satisfied laugh you practically collapsed against his heaving chest. It was adorable the way he hummed in satisfaction, how his lips sought you out before his thoughts came back to clarity. You smiled as he pushed his forehead against your chin so he could reach the marks he left on your neck, your chest.

In your gleeful haze, you settled more around him not caring of the mess the two of you made. Your fingers brushed his sweaty hair, ran down the edge of his jaw, his neck and bounding vein that pulsed at the beat of his heart. He shivered and you kissed his nose.

“You are everything to me,” he finally said, voice hoarse, delicious. His eyes met your, you didn’t dare look away. “No matter what tomorrow brings, nothing will change the way I feel about you.”

How many times had you worried about the stability of your love. How many nights had you gone to sleep restless, fearful that the man of your dreams would not be there to join you. He was busy, you were busy, and at times it seemed like your partnership was all but a dream. How foolish of you to doubt his conviction.

Running your fingers over his lips, your heart flipped at the kiss he pressed against them. “Are you saying you’re my one and only?”

“Till darkness take us,” he pledged as he leaned up and sealed his words with a kiss, arms caging you against him and surrounding you in his heat.

#hazels 18+#genshin 18+#genshin smut #genshin impact smut #diluc smut #diluc 18+#genshin impact diluc 18+#diluc x female reader #diluc x fem!reader #I don't normally write just female works #but Im rusty AND i wanted to indulge #I also miss him #so this is a love letter to my one and only

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