#someone needs to tame him

[yuwuta]

yuuta exhibits such previously abandoned, recently adopted dog behavior. incredibly anxious all the time, even though nobody’s out to get him or leave him behind. waits for you to return home or from school or from work excitedly, just to see you when you walk through the door. follows you around senselessly, hovering in your space just for the sake of companionship. initiates affection in prodding ways—starts off next to you, then a hand on your thigh, then deems it safe to lay all the way down, then slowly pushes his head into your lap. gets up whenever you need to get up, and resumes his position as soon as you’re ready. brings you gifts as a sign that he’s thinking of you, and maybe because he likes the affection it brings out in you, maybe because he likes the gentle affirming touches of a hand in his hair or a pinch to his cheek. rests his head on your stomach or his chin on your shoulder when he’s sleepy, stays there, immobile, and will not move unless absolutely necessary. sometimes he gets surprised when he hears you calling for him, there’s a moment of disbelief as he thinks “me? really? you need me?” but it’s very quickly overshadowed by this compulsive need to show up, to please, to do anything for you, which is why he always answers when you call. he doesn’t realize that he has puppygod eyes, especially when he’s excited or confused, but he does and it’s incredible endearing. very reluctant to share your space or attention after a while, considers that to be sacred and he won’t risk being let go or lost again, so as a safety precaution, he keeps himself right by you, waits for you always. 

#atp i need to shut and write the omega verse fics that consistency plague my mind #but while im here time for my obligatory megumi mention bc i mentioned dogs teehee #yes megumi attack dog hes megumi grumbly yes megumi bark bark bite bite BUT BUT BUTTTT #megumi is also used to like... hm........ taming? having? caring for? people in his life and also literal (divine) dogs #so for him yes he bites and barks #but he also... he gets confused if YOU dont follow him around like a puppy bc everyone else in his life has so why not you? #gojo's always been the annoying yapping pomeranian chewing on his arm even if he didn't ask #always in megumi's space even tho he didn't ask but he learned to deal with it #won't admit it but knows that too much attention is better than having someone who couldn't give a shit about you #yuuji is the golden in everybody's life and megumi is no exception #unmovable unshakeable and incredibly addictive even if he doesn't mean to be #and very very attached to the people he cares about so yeah yuuji is loud and annoying but he's also loyal and megumi respects that so fine #nobara is like... she decided she liked megumi and was upset about it so she bit his ankle and he tried to kick her off but she has too muc #pride to get shaken off by someone as scrawny as megumi and somewhere along the way megumi became impressed that she was still there even i #it hurt a bit and she was a little rough it's not like he was worse so fine whatever she can stay too #so if you like... if you dont hover around megumi if you dont pry if you dont prod then he has to be the dog smh #now he's gotta bite for your attention and nudge you and how annoying. he's gonna keep doing it tho. as long as he has to #or until you learn to fall in line and accept your leash too whichever comes first n e way.... anyway............. #somebody's pampered omega always gets what he wants megumi complex is showing...... #this was about yuuta right? ok i'll put his tags now.... #juju #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader

[fisheito]

will i ever stop thinking about little red riding yakumo and the big bad fox.?hm. no... no, i don't think i will

#not like i have a choice anyway . (lets the images float thru my mind like clouds on a windy day) #the day that prompt combined in my mind was an eternal mark on my life #for the love of dog i need yakumo in that slutty Santa outfit or an adorable riding hood costume #he's my little princess and i need him in little outfits #if kuya genuinely ate yakumo's grandma #this fairytale would get OG Grimm and gruesome real fast #two endings. one where it seems like granmma's life is genuinely in danger (leads to carnage and two beasts destroying each other) #one where it's tiny kuya in fox form who has somehow been tamed by nana (either.. sweetly or fiercely depending on nana mood) #and he's just sitting in bed boredly swishing his tail while granmama knits him a tiny sweater #yakumo arrives at the cabin and goes... mr. kuya....??? #granny starts talking about how this adorable stray cat kept hangin around and she thinks he's lonely so now she keeps him company #(someone please fetch her glasses)

[strawberrylane]

joining the bratty paul with the expensive puffy black fur coat in austria fan club™ because like:

#he needed someone to tame him #the first pic looks like he’s on his phone typing up a bad review of this place on hotels.com #look at that hand lennon has on his waist. should of kept it there. #paul mccartney #the beatles

[roobylavender]

one thought before i disappear again but i really fail to understand damian fans' logic or interaction with canon on any level like your entire engagement with him as a character relies on a bastardization of every person around him. i don't see what worth there is in comparing how dick and bruce are comparatively written as parental figures in damian's life when your primary basis for analysis is canon from a writer who believes (1) dick shouldn't be in a relationship with kory bc he's happy-go-lucky and hates drama; and (2) bruce's life as a hero naturally culminates in fascism. neither of these are good faith takes on the characters involved so how can you place any value in how either of them are portrayed to interact with damian by way of that. and obv this doesn't even get into the plethora of talia issues which i have essayed about to the point of exhaustion. like idk i get that i can't make people hate a character obv lol and for many damian fans that attachment is there bc they read about him when they were young but i still don't really understand what there is about damian to be invested in once you're an adult who realizes he is holistically built on character assassination and racist stereotypes that he is inseparable from. like you can't really analyze his interactions with anyone without the context for those interactions being shoddy writing of someone else and i know that can happen in comics a lot but it happening in isolation is different from it forming the entire basis for a character

#to be deleted #like idk the parental comparisons wrt damian make my eye twitch. you are arguing about bastardizations this is USELESS.. #the fact that people genuinely believe bruce being written as an abusive asshole who would tell his child to his face that he doesn't like #him or treat him like an alienable object bc he didn't raise him himself and was turned into an animalistic assassination is just #so deeply insane to me like i get people don't like bruce sometimes it upsets me sure but the reasons are there but this just #feels so extreme bc it's literally built on the most egregious bastardization of bruce ever that refuses to even #acknowledge how deeply he loves and wants to help children not to mention how excited he was when talia was pregnant #and to be honest. to be HONEST. new teen titans dick would not have been able to stand damian at all #they do have some of that snark and dick is clearly annoyed with him when he has to take damian under his wing but like #it's ridiculously tame compared to how new teen titans dick would have reacted to someone so loath to team work #dick went to bruce's house when jason died and asked point blank why bruce put an incompetent kid out in the field #he's severely poor when it comes to tact and i'm not saying developing a relationship with damian would have been impossible but #it would have taken time and it would have taken time bc of DICK needing to adjust. not the other way around #dick is good at being a leader and taking charge when all the parts of a machine work in synchrony #what he's not good at is being faced with deviations from expectations esp when they cross the line with his morals #idk i know this is starting to sound like a bruce apologist dick hate post but it's really not i promise i just #i feel like people deliberately misunderstand their demeanors and expectations ESP in context of how they're written with damian #and bc when they're written with damian is at a time in dc comics where their respective character trajectories are practically #opposite to what they were twenty years ago rather than feeling like any kind of natural progression

[livjeonghan]

imagine watching some movie with bf!cheol and a scene comes up where a guy is blindfolded and asked to figure out some task. he's he's in a suit and at some point he sheds his jacket and rolls up his sleeves and undoes the top button of his shirt. this isn't a pornographic scene in any sense, but you're fighting the urge to hide your face and it is very visible. like you can't help but gasp when he rolls up his sleeves.....and cheol notices. he's like "literally the only time a guy on tv has affected you, and he's blindfolded?". it's true. you've only thirsted over women before.

cut to a week later when it's your birthday. your present? why, your boyfriend dressed in a suit, and a blindfold.

#someone write this please #its so clear in my head but i dont have the energy to write it out #the actual sex part is so tame and soft and loving and filled with praise #like imagine him blushing every time you tell him how pretty he looks with the blindfold on #and he can't keep his hands off of you....he needs that anchor #so gentle and tender ahhh #minors dni #seventeen smut #scoups smut #seungcheol smut #livscoups

[flockrest]

     In the wake of everything, he tries not to think on it.

     Between the excitement of an all-important mission handed to him from ages past and the all-in-all companionable trip home with a great friend, it's easy to bury beneath a buncha other thoughts. Then it's lost to the breath-stealing thrill and honour of being bestowed, like, the best thing Tulin could ever ask for — somewhere in all that wonder and resolve, in those moments of skies-high confidence, it becomes like every other noteworthy thing 'bout him: a point of honest pride.

     Then Link leaves, the flock tries to get their whole nest back into proper order, and the Windlines shift.

     He's distracted, initially, by their very present and very real need for food. The cold snap may have melted away, but their supplies are still bare and the main bridge from their peaks to the outside is still, y'know, gone. By the time he's done hunting and foraging and scouting and investigating for Link where he can on any given day, the moon's yawning hello to the stars and he's too beat to brood over anything for what hours of wakefulness remain.

     Eventually, when the threat of flock-wide hunger passes, he tries throwing the thought aside with training.

     Lots and lotsa training.

     The Great Eagle Bow is an awfully heavy thing compared to his once-favourite Swallow Bow. It's hefty enough to foul his flight the first time he tries his usual manoeuvres with it, and the draw weight has to be slackened an embarrassing amount before he can actually shoot anything. It’s frustrating, like he’s back to learning how to glide right when he already knows how to soar, but it's also a familiar tune — one Tulin dances along to well as he works towards adjusting to the load, the nock-and-pull, the release, the flip-and-catch.

     He gets the hang of it before Dad even deems their food shortage fixed.

     There's more to be done, of course. Always more to be done when it comes to mastering a bow like this. But his progress slows enough that he looks instead to the Windlines; to Tulin's Tornado; to his sage's power and the Secret Stone.

     Turns out — it makes trying not to think on it really, really hard.

     The Windlines are a battering force 'gainst his wings, squalling to flow elsewhere, fighting and railing at the path he's laid for them in billowing currents that would definitely toss him away if he let them.

     Good thing he won't! Tulin's focused, his will sharpened to a point he rarely feels so completely. He stays centred in those Windlines, pushed up and up and up, and for a second, it feels like he really might do this. A Gale he's been wanting to recreate, a Ferocity he's been wanting to command for ages — closer than ever before with the Windlines so palpable to his every sense! With the tempo of his Secret Stone practically at one with his pulse! With—

     With a tailwind he never realised was always there.

     "Ah—!"

     Feathers scattering, he lands with a solid thud and a flare of pain. It's nothing— it's nothing, falling is a part of any getting-better process. He knows this — he knows this very well — but as Tulin lays there, gasping, riding out stings and aches of his own making, a voice emerges from the depths he's shoved it down into and suddenly, it's everything.

     He remembers nights like this. Remembers how badly he chased after success of the highest heights, how he fell with no witness but the Windlines and skytrails, how he picked himself up with the voices of heroes prickling his heart and bolstering his bones.

     Most times, it'd be Dad: cutting a stern figure in his mind's eye, firm and warm in his faith. Get up, Tulin. You can do it.

     Sometimes, it'd be Master Revali: a foggy, dim touch, poised and sure where Tulin isn't. Get up, Tulin. I don't see why you can't.

     Other times, it'd be Mum, or Master Kaneli, or the memory of Link's smile.

     Tonight, after all he's tried to not think on them and the complicated things they make him feel...

     It's his ancestor.

     Get up, Tulin, he hears in those mellow tones. My brave fledgling. My precious descendant.

     With how fast his heart's going, he's surprised it doesn't beat straight outta his chest.

     It should be an honour. It should make him feel honoured. It should make him feel like the luckiest Rito alive to be related to someone so important, someone so clearly powerful, but—

     Tulin's never needed luck.

     Tulin's never wanted luck.

     Maybe there was a time when he wanted things to be easier, to just happen, as all kids do. But he's proud to say that every wild, amazing thing he's learnt and gained and done ever since hatching — he strove for with his own wings, seized with his own talons, honed with his own spirit. He earned those. Before all this, there was no question of that. Yet now, as he moves to push himself up, as the words echo unbidden and unwelcome—

     Get up, Tulin. My precious descendant.

     He hisses beneath a strained breath, "I'm more than that." Thinks it, fiercely, over and over: I'm more than that. I'm more than that. I'm more than that.

     His wings are trembling. There's something pinching the back of his throat. He reaches for Dad's voice, Master Revali's voice, anybody's that could drown out this new one that’s etched itself a memory within him — and falls short.

     ( ...Aren't I? )

#* arrowhead / study. #( so uhhh. you know how i said i wanted the intrapersonal conflict of tuli thinking he's legitimately related #to the first sage of wind...... #disclaimer i am still making them unrelated by blood! BUT TU.LIN DOESN'T KNOW THAT [rubbing my hands and kicking my feet] #first item on the writing wishlist....i need to write with someone who would realistically help him through this like STAT slkdjklf ) #* windsong / ic. #* ic / para. #long post cw #totk spoilers #* v / song of the taming.

[insecateur]

i am having thoughts about cakeverse i am putting them under a read more 4 discussion of cannibalism etc

i feel like i have this thing of enjoying tropes backwards (note: i say this in the sense of like. compared to what is the most straightforward interpretation that i often see and with no judgement toward people who enjoy tropes at "face value")

i was thinking about this irt cakeverse in particular because i do think i enjoy it with the mindset of... the fork is actually the one most vulnerable. which when you think about it in the abstract — the cake is, physically, the most vulnerable. they are literally at risk of being eaten. when involved with a compatible fork, they are constantly putting themself in danger

but. there is a very particular vulnerability about being at the complete mercy of your desire... and in the case of cakeverse it is a one-sided sort of desire, too, unlike in a/b/o for example. the predator species cannot control their need for the prey species, but the prey species is perfectly capable of minding their own business. the dependency only exists one-way: forks hunger for cakes helplessly, in theory until they succumb to it and finally consume the object of their desire.

and that, too, is a vulnerability, because eating people is bad (no shit!!!) but also because by killing their cake, they are depriving themself of that object of desire... and with love in the mix, it becomes even messier, holding back from doing something so horrible that you can't stop thinking about, fighting your monstrous nature...

i like it a lot in a horny way but there's definitely an emotional component at the core... it also has a lot of elements of trust which is a big thing for me (cakes are literally putting their lives in the hands of their forks) and hunger as a manifestation of desire (in all forms, though physical/sexual desire is ofc the best) is 😌🙏🙏🙏

i like it both ways for prfr (i would like to eat lysandre) but everything i said definitely highlights why i'm so drawn to lysandre as the fork. the catharsis... is good.

#samtxt #i probably missed stuff i could have elaborated on but hhh #with fork augustine i do also like the reversed expectation #unassuming man who's beloved by everyone actually really fucking wants to eat his 7ft tall boyfriend #who looks like he could fold him in half if needed but actually would never #but the very special appeal of lysandre being augustine's monster on a leash cannot be understated #and in this case the added factor of lysandre's monstrous qualities being a threat to augustine specifically #it does have an underlayer of monsterfucking in a way... taming the beast #this is probably really obvious that i am very into this when reading my fic/looking at my art #anyway !!! i was thinking about cakeverse last night and then someone brought it up in a server i'm in #so you get this post i guess. about my very important thoughts on fictional cannibalism #in other news i wish alternate universe cakeverse was a canonical ao3 tag. thank you for your attention as always #prfr #tagging this i g

[elitehoe]

Danny gonna get his head kicked in tonight and still be a bratty bitch about it watch

#bryan either needs to beat his ass or fuck him idk but someone needs to tame the brat #daniel garcia #aew #aew lb

[perenlop]

very funny out of context fun fact about my ocs is that dr footstep caused castor’s parents’ divorce

#so explanation. dr footsteps level 5 dialogue implies that there's a social gap between wild and caught pokemon #wild pokemon tend to seek out trainers to join their teams so that they can get stronger and certain types (tough iirc) brag about it #while other types tend to wonder if their friends from the wild would even recognize them if they were to meet again #meanwhile wild pokemon who dont want a trainer are implied to be either prideful of not having a human or resentful that theyre weaker #so. that dialogue inspired me to create the story between castor's parents which i can say bc it has no bearing on the real story lmao #basically dusk was specifically bred to have perfect IVs and a hidden ability and bought by a trainer who didnt exactly neglect her #but didnt give her much of an emotional connection and only cared abt what she brought to the table with battling #so she didnt exactly have a choice in being caught at all nor did she have any choice in her specific trainer. #regardless though. shes in a place where it's supported that wild pokemon are missing out and shes in the best possible position #so she boasts about it and kinda looks down on wild pokemon #bruno meanwhile was an alpha pokemon who was practically pushed and trained into a leadership role since he hatched #he was born in a group of skorupis and its been an unspoken expectation that they are his responsibility #being an alpha also means that he didnt actually need a trainer to become as powerful as he became (reaching around level 75 just being wild #so he also looks down on trained pokemon because he did not have that experience and finds solace in his community #yet at the same time he resents his position bc he never chose to be a leader and he has to pretend to be vicious #when in actuality hes extremely tame for a drapion and wants nothing more than to settle down #so dusk deep down secretly kinda yearns for the wild bc she wants to know what its like and bruno secretly wants a chill trainer #that probably just feeds him and lets him sleep in their yard #meaning that the two of them are Inherently incompatible despite what they believe #bc like no matter what. if they tried to stay together someone would have been miserable #because dusk has no experience in the wild at all and likely would have perished sooner than anticipated #and also doesnt get the rigorous training she desires #while if bruno joined her trainers team then he would be leaving the skorupi to be vulnerable in the great marsh #and joining a team where only his mate would have had an emotional connection to him when community was so important before #and so they both have to stay in their positions and theyre both kinda looking down on one another AND being very jealous of them #so like. they can talk abt how their romance was escapism all they want but it NEVERwas gonna work out. sorry castor #you were always destined to be a child of divorce #id like to think that dusk at least gets a different trainer that still uses her competitively as she loves #but also gives her the affection and friendship and connection that shes always yearned for #but like. way way later on bc when she gives up castor she is extremely deep in the fog and terrified of losing her trainer

[saturneves]

nothing enrages me more than trying and failing to print something

#why… why did my dad buy this new printer #yes the old one was weird #but i had a connection to it!!! i understood it!!!!!!! #i tamed that beast and we became friends he just needed someone to believe in him #i miss it #this new one is a beast that crawled out of the fiery pits of hell

[lilislegacy]

this is my roman empire. and after all these years, i finally have to say something.

GRUNT-WHIMPER??? GRUNT-WHIMPER!!!!???

ANNABETH GIRL ARE YOU OKAY??

forget her just standing there gasping for air. forget her very audible sigh. forget the fact that annabeth initiates 80% of their kisses and literally has to restrain herself from kissing him in front of all of New Rome in MoA. i could go on and on about how many times percy calls her beautiful and attractive (let’s not forget how his heart races and his skin tingles at her touch) and all his boyfriend-ly thoughts about her, but lets focus on annabeth for a sec. BECAUSE ANNABETH CHASE IS GRUNT-WHIMPERING??

our girl was feeling ALL the things in this scene. she’s so weak in the knees for him that she can’t even hide it in front of piper. also percy must be a fantastic kisser? BECAUSE GRUNT-WHIMPER??

do not EVER tell me percy and annabeth don’t have romantic feelings for each other. do not EVER tell me it’s purely platonic. if you’re someone who thinks “nah i can’t see them getting married and having kids cause i don’t think they feel that way about each other” you clearly did not read about the grunt-whimper (well, you can hc whatever you want. i respect all opinions. but i do think you need to re-consider and account for the grunt-whimper)

BECAUSE GRUNT-WHIMPER?? ONE GOOD KISS FROM PERCY IS MAKING ANNABETH CHASE GRUNT-WHIMPER?? IS THAT RICK’S “CHILD-APPROPRIATE” WAY OF SAYING SHE MOANED?? HE SHOULD HAVE JUST SAID SHE MOANED. GRUNT-WHIMPER IS SO MUCH WORSE. THAT GOES SO FAR BEYOND A MOAN. A MOAN IS TAME COMPARED TO A GRUNT-WHIMPER.

GUYS I-

#ricky i see you #ricky i can’t believe you wrote about annabeth grunt-whimpering #GRUNT-WHIMPER?? #percabeth #LOL #i can’t stop laughing #if annabeth chase read that she would be like WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY I DID?? #blood of olympus #percy jackson #annabeth chase #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #uncle rick

[psalmsofpsychosis]

i did not expect Oswald Cobblepot saying —whispering, begging— Ed Nygma's name to be the most romantic fairytale piece in recent entertainment TV's history, but then again

#like i feel absolutely insane #i need to come back and write a full meta on this but #this series has a reccuring theme of calling someone's name as a symbol of bone deep bond #not quite love or friendship; something much deeper and more more undeniable and irreversible #and the way Iswald begs The Riddler's name in Arkham— #the way he slowly loosens his death grip on Edward's collar; the way Edward sobs and holds his face and pleads him to not say his name; #not now; not now; and the way Oswald wears the softest most bare smile when he says ''I need you #; Riddler.'' #yeah i'm. i'm being normal about that scene #completely normal nothing to see here #like the way he says the name and the beast returns to him; tamed; ''i knew you'd come back for me.'' #the most twisted and gorgeous fairytale retelling #Gotham TV is fucking insane for this

[echosage]

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა ₊˚✧JUJUTSU KAISEN LINKS PT.4 (FINALLY) !!

MDNI !! | CW : P in v, BDSM, fingering, riding, public sex, spanking, brat taming, GOGOGOGO. Overall smut smh. (This post finally includes black reader for someones request! Hope you like it!)

A/N : It's been a year daddy...... I really really missed u. OMG 😭 pls don't kill me ik i said i was posting this like three months ago, but i just got disconnected from reality or some shit like that, i'm so sorry pookies 😭😭😭

₊˚✧ Todo Aoi !!

Something quick before you shower.

Todo fingering you because you just ask too nicely.

Uh-oh, he gets obsessed with fingering you.

Size kink with Todo.

Todo's dream was to see you dressed up as one of Takada Chan's outfits, so you comply, and he's REALLY excited.

You just are enchanted with his size, so you get so sloppy when you suck him off.

₊˚✧ Naoya Zenin !!

Naoya taking you in the living room of the Zenin estate.

Preparing you to take him even inside of your tiniest holes.

Taming you, because you had starting to reveal against him.

Naoya using you like a ragdoll.

How your dates with Naoya always end.

He needed to fuck you one last time before he dropped you off at your parents house.

₊˚✧ Kashimo Hajime !!

Taking you from behind before your husband gets home.

Morning sex with Hajime.

Riding him, and he swears you are a siren at how you hipnotize him everytime you do it.

BDSM with Hajime.

Secret to no one: Hajime it's really big.

FWB Hajime.

Kashimo eating you out as you deserve to.

#jjk x you #jjk smut #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #hajime kashimo #jjk kashimo #kashimo x reader #todo aoi #naoya zenin #naoya smut

[poohbea]

Cont.

#then two mins later his mom comes to pick him up sees him in the corner facing the wall in tears #and idk what this kid says to her but she turns to us like ‘does anyone wanna explain this?’ #then I explain it was all kinda blown out of proportion and explained the situation #how we were joking and calling him irresponsible #then she asks me ‘is that an appropriate joke you should be making to a child?’ #and the way I looked at this woman like ‘is it really that fucking deep’ but what came out of my mouth was ‘my bad sorry’ #I should’ve fuckin said ‘yes cause your son needs to me put in his mf place’ #but be so fucking for real rn #I called your kid irresponsible because he doesn’t listen he’s selfish as shit entitled as shit #everytime you try and console this mf he’s hearing none of it #he wants to do his own thing and sit and sulk the whole time #so yeah I fuckin left him #cause I’m tired of chasing after YOUR son who is way too big to be acting like this #now some of y’all may think 9 years old ain’t that big #but mf did you act that way at 9? #or were you at least a little fuckin respectful when someone older than you told you to do sum? #then my coordinator tells me that how she spoke to me was tame cause she has a tendency of going off at people #and I was like I welcome her to mf try #cause she ain’t met me properly #I will spill all the bullshit her son’s been doing #because it’s not my job to be disciplining your kids #that will always be the parents job #and it’s so fucking frustrating to be having to go through this with this kid every damn day #he does it EVERY DAY #because he doesn’t like something or he can’t get his own way #sigh… sorry for the long ass rant y’all #I’m done now #just needed to get that off the chest

[fallenneziah]

Summary: You've been known to sleep around with the soldiers on base. It wasn't a secret. It also wasn't a secret that you fake most of your orgasms... Ghost takes that as a challenge.

CW: PiV, afab! Reader, uses she/her, multiple orgasms, rough sex, creampie, oral (m! receiving), overstimulation, fingering, and the reader is pretty much a barracks bunny. Not beta read... still doing smut though I can never tell if it gets better.

A/n: I really wanted to do kinktober but I was late... So um, have this??

It wasn't a secret that you were something of a barracks bunny. You caught the eye of recruits, and whoever of them made your insides tingle you were more than likely to spend a night with. You didn't care to try and keep it a secret. Although, your sexual experiences with most of the recruits and the younger men were… less than world-shaking.

They were good, their dick often leaving you mostly satisfied and feeling like you've had a five-inch stake driven into your cunt for ten to twenty minutes.

But you were also rumoured and soon confirmed to fake most of your orgasms. Sure, the hookups were fun, but you did end up faking most of your orgasms because it simply didn't do it for you.

Whether the recruit was rough or gentle, something was missing that pushed you over the edge.

But hey, you let the recruits get their load off you, so they weren't complaining either way.

Except for a certain someone.

Ghost was hardly the person you'd find sleeping around with anyone, men or women. The occasional quick fuck void of attachment and emotions back home in his small Manchester flat wasn't new though.

Once he fucked someone's brains out, they were out the door and not to set foot again. He didn't think anything of this. It's how it was, how it would continue to be.

But the constant talk of your happy little ass sleeping with every relatively attractive recruit in sight ticked something inside him.

Maybe he secretly wished he could get a hold of you, tame you down, get you down on your knees, and ensure you stayed.

Perhaps the idea of making you his bitch and getting you away from the other sources of pleasure you could find.

And then he learned about it. Little missy wandering around, getting fucked left and right, and every orgasm has to be driven out of her by herself. Something about that. About knowing you faked each orgasm with each soldier just to fuck yourself silly until it hit right.

These recruits were insufferable. None of them could drive you out of this little spiral you thought you had to control. Fuck a man, fake an orgasm and then sleep it off like nothing.

That's the challenge. That's what Ghost saw. A challenge and a reward. And he knew you'd been wanting to sleep with him for ages. He knew, and he wasn't as dimwitted as some people liked to think.

He practically bristled when he saw you walk into the canteen that afternoon, hips swinging, a small stiff in your step, but you looked mostly in one piece. Another recruit following behind you, looking on a mission to tell his squadmates of the night he had with you.

It made his hands tighten, and whiskey eyes lock on you as you walked past, seeming fine regardless of the night. His hand reached out, firmly gripping your hip so you couldn't go any further, capturing your attention.

"Lieutenant?" You asked, your eyes shifting from his large gloved hand up his forearm to meet his gaze.

"You best get yourself in check, soldier," he warned in a low tone, his hand squeezing your hip, nudging you back, his voice growing quieter.

"My barracks. Midnight."

Your cheeks went a little pink. You had the hots for the lieutenant for a lifetime. Part of you felt he would give you something you desperately needed, yet he's never spared you more than a glance.

You smirk softly. "You got it."

He doesn't respond at all. His hand releases you, and he lets you on your way.

You made it to your table, sitting among a small group you'd accumulated over your few years on base. The thought of getting in a bed with your lieutenant was now fresh on your mind, already having your stomach twisting.

However… You'd yet to meet someone truly who could make you feel how you wanted to. Roughed up, played with, fucked until your brain was smoother than a stone, and your name was a challenge to recall.

Was it that hard to ask?? You couldn't help feeling you might be sourly disappointed.

But you'd wait. Also making sure things in your room are charged just in case the night turned as you hoped it wouldn't.

The day drew on, and you continued through your tasks, finishing your work just in time to catch a shower and spend some alone time in your room as you pleased before your wristwatch beeped.

It was about time to see a certain lieutenant.

Ghost was waiting for you. How you figured he wouldn't was a wonder, but you didn't expect him to be standing there. Right there.

You slipped into the room, closing the door behind you. The lights were off, and his silhouette blocked the little light coming through the closed blinds. Your fingers search for the light switch, but his hand stops you.

Gloves still on, he pulls your wrist away, the other hand finding the lock on the door behind you and flicking it closed.

You already felt your heart rate picking up in excitement as he maneuvered through the darkness of his room, keeping you against the wall and at his whim.

"I didn't think it would start like this." You say, your back arching off the wall a tad before relaxing against when his figure pressed closer.

"Wrong of you to think you'd get a say."

His rumbled voice makes you shiver softly.

"I'm not complaining."

He seemed to scoff, pressing against you and making you suck in a sharp breath. His crotch pressing against your own, his large hands gripping your waist to hold you in place.

"Not yet."

He sounded like a predator about to sink his teeth into you, and it was such a turn-on.

His gloved hands grip your hips, lifting you from the floor and pulling your legs up around his waist. You can feel the thick outline of his cock, and it makes you gasp softly.

He takes you to the bed, dumping you onto the sheets. His hands find your clothes, pulling them from you, stripping you down to your underwear. He wasn't wasting time, your eyes adjusting and letting you see more of his figure clearly as he moved your limbs how he wanted to.

He was commanding, your body felt like putty in his hands, and you weren't sure you wanted to fight it.

Your cunt throbbed as he tugged you up the bed by your hips, crawling between your legs and forcing them apart.

His rough gloves feel foreign against your skin, tugging your underwear from your hips and tossing the thin fabric off the bed.

"Stay still." His voice rumbles through your body again. Your first thought of those scarred lips going for what they wanted. One hand kept your hips still, situating his body between your legs so you couldn't do much to fight him if you wanted to. You shiver, watching him pull his mask up over the bridge of his nose and pull his glove off between his teeth.

The second glove gets pulled off, and he lets it fall onto the bed next to you. The sound of his belt coming undone, the leather sliding against itself. His zipper came down, and he freed his cock.

You were already squirming, wanting to feel it. His large hand presses against your stomach, pushing you back down into the bed. "Easy. Keep still." His hand slides back down, your breathing stopping briefly when you felt his calloused thumb rub your clit. He was quiet, pressing up into your body, gently massaging it.

It makes you shiver, his index finger rubbing through your labia and down to your slit, tracing his fingers around your entrance. Feeling how tight you were despite your nasty habit of seeking out other men. He knows you could be so much tighter, knowing what a fucking slut you were.

Pressing his finger into your entrance, the warmth of your walls tightening around him, feeling him slip inside you. He doesn't give a warning before his second finger presses into you, both invading the warmth of your cunt. "That's it." His fingers pump into you, rubbing along your walls, rough callouses giving you a hint of edge with each stroke.

Your hands grip the sheets as he works his fingers inside you, a third slipping in as he feels the stretch of your walls. His palm rubs your clit, making you suck in a sharp breath and moan. It was a little too loud, causing Ghost to withdraw his fingers from you and grab your thigh.

He flips you over, his hand grabbing your face and shoving it into the bed. You startle a little, tensing up, but he knocks your knees apart again and forces his fingers back in, his other hand keeping your head firmly planted in the pillows. Your cunt clenches around his fingers. They work inside you quicker, pressing into your walls and driving inside you.

"Stay. I never allowed you to get loud, pretty thing." Ghost rumbles, feeling your cunt clench, dripping in excitement as his large fingers pick up pace inside your cunt.

It was almost embarrassing how quickly you were on edge. Your hands grip the sheets, hips starting to rock against his hand. Your breath comes out in small pants, muffled by the pillow. His large fingers felt so good inside you. Better than any recruit you've laid with.

You squirm, and as quickly as you do, his hand moves from your head to span your ass, cupping the perfectly round flesh and squeezing it between his fingers. His fingers pick up pace, driving deep into your cunt, fast and barely giving you time. Slick popping from his quick pace inside you. His fingers bullying your cunt, finding your g-spot and hitting relentlessly.

Your hips twitch, your back arching, and you can't help but moan loudly when you hit that first orgasm.

Ghost smirks, the scar along his lip pulling the skin up slightly. He pulls his fingers out, drawing them apart to see your slick and spend ripping between them. Your body shivering a little. "One." He counts, tasting your cum on his fingers.

He turns you onto your back, leaning over your body and pressing his lips to yours, shoving his tongue in your mouth. The taste of your cum and his saliva made your head spin, your hands gripping the front of his shirt as he kisses you.

You moan into his mouth as his hand slides between your legs, cupping your cunt and rubbing your clit. Your hips jump a little, his rough palm pressed against your lower pelvis, his fingers teasing along your slick cunt.

He nips your bottom lip, pushing you away before the kiss can properly end and keeps you held down in the sheets, his hand curling around your throat while the other continues to rub through your labia. Teasing your clit, rubbing it and pinching it. "Cumming for me already…" Ghost rumbled. "Just like I knew you would."

"I'm not done with you yet."

You moan, your head pressing back into the sheets as you start to rock your hips. Trying to feel more of his rough fingers, wanting his fingers back inside you.

"Beg." His tone is firm, and commanding. You look up at him through half-lidded eyes.

"Please," you moan, watching him grin and press his fingers against your hole.

"Please, what?"

You squirm, pressing your hips into his fingers. "Please fuck me with your fingers."

You could swear he was mocking you, slowly pushing his fingers back into your cunt.

"You can do better than that," Ghost taunts.

You whimper, trying to nudge your hips back, and you feel his fingers pull away. He forces your thigh further out again, teasing your clit with his thumb. You mumble under your breath, trying to lean away, his fingers stroking along your slit again.

"Please… I need them. I need this, please." You whine, once again trying not to squirm with your desperation growing in place of your excitement.

His fingers press back into your cunt, and you moan. Your hips jolt, rolling against his hand as he drives his fingers into your cunt, hitting deep inside you. "Fuck. Fuck, I- ah-"

He doesn't hold you down like before, allowing your hips to move, fucking his fingers, your slick making obscene sounds.

Your lips part, moaning over his hand, still firm on your throat, fingers pulling you apart. Driving into you, his eyes watching your face in the darkness with each desperate thrust up into his fingers. Looking like a pathetic whore. But that's how Ghost wanted you.

That's how he liked it. He would ruin you. He'd show those recruits how it was done, and cut you down a peg. He'd get you so overfucked you'd only be able to remember his name.

His fingers bullying your g-spot, knuckles coated in your slick, the walls of your cunt flexing around him. Once again, before long, he had you drawn out, moaning loudly.

He pulls his fingers out of you, the sticky string slick between his fingers as he pulls them apart. "Two," he counts, watching you pant, hips squirming and thighs quivering.

Ghost leans down, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. His fingers press to your lips, pushing them past. You groan, sucking on his fingers, tasting you on his hand. Sucking them and running your tongue along them until he pulled out, lightly slapping your face. His other hand released your throat.

He moved back on the bed, planting his feet back on the floor and pushing down his jeans over his thighs more, taking his large cock in his hand.

"Hands and knees, sweetheart."

You panted, knees still quivering, but you shifted onto your stomach, onto your hands and knees. Looking up at him, smirking. The smirk didn't bother Ghost, he already had you under him. He was already the first way through ruining you, so many would never really pleasure you again like he did.

Tapping his cock against your cheek, letting you feel the weight and the size against you.

"Open," he orders, watching you part your lips and lean forward to take the head between your lips. Your tongue runs across it, eyes shut.

He gripped your hair, yanking you forward and forcing you to take half his cock down your throat. Gagging on it tears stinging the corners of your eyes as he forced you further down, fucking your mouth.

"If you're gonna suck it, do it like you mean it." He spits, driving his cock into your throat, hearing your desperate noises, trying to draw in the air over his cock suffocating your throat. Feeling the smooth skin of his heavy cock against your tongue. The skin pulls back over his head along your tongue.

You could feel him, his cock dragging deep into your warm throat and then pulling out, giving you a much steadier rhythm for redemption.

He didn't give you a chance to take control, keeping his grip firm on your hair and driving himself into your throat.

You gag around him, feeling the burn in the back of your throat, eyes watering as he keeps you there, your lips stretching around his thick shaft, spit leaking from the corners of your lips.

The heaviness of his cock on your tongue, salty pre-cum pooling at the back of your throat, tongue gliding over throbbing cockhead.

Ghost pulls his cock from your mouth, slapping your cheek with it and then forcing it back between your lips. He pulls your head back, pressing his cock back into your throat, his balls slapping your chin as he fucks your throat.

The sting in your eyes and the way your lungs burned made your head spin. You could feel your cunt dripping, wanting to feel him inside you.

He didn't let you keep it that steady.

Your head bobbed along his cock, spit coating his length and slicking up your cheeks, the sound of him fucking your mouth. It's what he wanted, making you choke and gag on his cock.

It let you know who was in control. Not you. You wouldn't have one ounce of control.

You were desperate to try and keep up with his rough pace, his hips snapping into your mouth. You moaned around him, looking up at him. His hand tightened in your hair, keeping your head still while he fucked your mouth, groaning under his breath.

He pulled out, holding you firmly in place so you couldn't chase his cock.

"On your back. Now."

You do as he says, turning onto your back and spreading your legs.

Ghost pushes his jeans down further, grabbing your legs and tugging them around his waist. His hand presses against your lower stomach, pushing you down into the bed while his other hand grips the base of his cock.

You whimper, trying to keep your eyes on him and watch him as he strokes his cock, keeping you in place. You attempt to squirm, but he keeps you still, ordering you to stay quiet. He drags his cock through your soaked cunt, pre-cum slathering across your clit and dripping down into the mess of your cunt.

"Lieutenant, please," you whimper, hips trying to press up, and he pushes you back down.

"Please what?" Ghost asks, smirking down at you. He was so in control here, you were the one under him. You were the one who was going to get fucked tonight.

"Please, I need you inside me."

"Mmm, you're such a slut… bet you'd take any cock, wouldn't you sweetheart?" His cock smacks against your clit, making your hips jump a little.

"Just yours."

He smirked. "That's what I like to hear."

He pushed forward, slowly pushing the head of his cock inside you. Your breath catches in your throat, back arching, trying to force more of him into you. He presses his palm into your lower stomach, pushing you back into the mattress. His cock gradually slides inside you, stretching you more, feeling the tightness of your cunt trying to handle a size it wasn't used to.

His hips press forward, feeding his cock into your cunt and stretching you out so nicely. You felt so good around him. Tight, warm, clenching at the size of his cock.

"That's it, such a good girl."

He starts a slow pace, driving his cock in and out of your cunt. Making you feel him, feel every inch of his cock. His hand moves from your stomach, finding your clit and rubbing it roughly. It was too much, the sensations making you moan loudly.

"Shhh, quiet. You don't get to do that," Ghost orders.

You whimper, nodding your head and trying to lean your head back into the pillow. His cock plunges into you harder.

"Do I need to gag you again, sweetheart?"

He gripped your hair and pulled your head back harshly to look back at him. His hips snapped forward, thrusting his cock deep into your cunt.

"N-no. I won't." You say.

His grip loosens, but he continues to fuck you, hips snapping forward suddenly. Your thighs squeeze either side of his hips, heels digging into the skin of his ass as he lifts your hips with his cock.

"Mmm, I think it's more you don't want to." Ghost says.

You whimper, nodding your head. You wanted to be a good girl for him. You want to be quiet for him. But it was almost impossible as he fucked your brain out.

"You're so wet for me, so tight. I bet you cum just from thinking about me, don't you?"

You nod your head, moaning and biting your lip to try and stifle your noises.

His hands grip your waist, pulling you down into his cock and making you take it all.

Your pussy throbs around his cock, his thickness, utterly wrecking your cunt. His cock bullying your insides, finding your g-spot and making you come undone again, orgasming around his cock.

Ghost pulls his cock out, watching you squirm and moan loudly. "Three." He counts. He flips you back over, firmly pressing his hand into your hip.

He leans over you, shoving your face into the pillow and spanking your ass. "I thought I told you to be quiet."

He pushes his cock back inside you, gripping your hips and holding you still as he fucks you.

"One was for being a good girl."

You yelp as he slaps your ass again.

"Two was for being a slut."

You whimper, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

He keeps his hand pressed into your hips and keeps your ass upturned. His hips snap forward, driving his cock deep inside your cunt.

"And three will be for never listening to me. Because you're a bad girl. My bad girl."

His cock smacks against you when he pulls out, making you moan loudly. His hand moved from your hip, jerking your chin up and forcing you to look into his eyes.

"What are you?" He asks, cock slamming back into you.

"I'm a bad girl," you mewl out.

"That's right, baby," He says, leaning down and biting your neck. You cry out, moaning loudly. His hand grabbed your hair, tugging your head back and holding your neck.

"Mine." Ghost growls into your ear.

He slams his cock deep inside you, making you moan loudly. Your pussy clenched around him, gripping his cock tightly. He grunted, his hips thrusting forward and slamming his cock into you.

You cry out in pleasure, yet want it to stop.

He smirks widely. "Look at you…" He chuckles, leaning into your ear. "Like this for me… just like this… like a slut."

You moan loudly, your cunt throbbing around his cock. Your hands grip the sheets tightly, trying to keep yourself steady as he fucks you.

"Such a good girl…" He groans, his voice husky and breathless. "Such a good slut."

You shiver, nodding your head.

Ghost pushes your body down into the bed, lifting your ass further and continuing to fuck you. His fingers grip your ass tightly, his nails digging into your skin. "Do you like this? Getting fucked by your lieutenant?" He asks, his hand moving to your lower back, pushing you down further. "Fuck, who am I kidding… I know you do."

You whimper pitifully. You were so close again.

Ghost slaps your ass again, smirking. "I like it when you're a slut for me. What about you, baby?"

You whimper, nodding your head. "I like being your slut."

"I think you do, sweetheart…" He says.

You nod your head, moaning and whimpering in excitement. Ghost smirks, giving your ass a hard slap. "Beg for it…"

You whimpered. "Please- please fuck-" You say, moaning out.

"Keep begging…" He says, pulling out. He pulls your hips up, making you kneel up on the bed. He pushes your chest down, causing your ass to stick up in the air, exposed and ready for his cock. He spanks your ass, making you yelp.

"I bet you'd like to be fucked by me all day, wouldn't you? Be my little cock-sleeve." He says, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

He slaps your ass again, spanking you.

You whimper, trying to plead with him.

He grips your hips, slamming into you hard. His cock drives inside you, wrecking your cunt and filling you. His fingers dig into your hips and ass, holding you still as he fucks you.

He pulls you up, pushing his cock deep inside you and making you cry. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you back into him.

"Oh god," you moan, your head leaning back into his shoulder.

"Fuck, you feel so good, baby…" Ghost groans.

"Please," you cry out. "N-no more…" The overstimulation to your pussy was too much.

His hips snap hard against you, his cock thrusting into you hard.

He pulls you back up, making you sit up on his lap. He leans you back against his chest, his hand moving to your hip. He registers your cry of pleasure as his cock thrusts into you again and again, his hips snapping forward.

He reaches around you, finding your clit and rubbing it roughly. You moan loudly, leaning back against him.

Ghost leans down and nibbles at your neck.

You feel his cock swell inside you, pulsing and throbbing inside you. He could feel his undoing soon. He bites down on your shoulder, making you cry out in pleasure. He thrusts his cock into you, hitting deep inside you and making your toes curl.

He grabs your hips, pulling them down and burying his cock deep inside you. He feels his cock throb and swell, filling your cunt with his seed.

He grunts loudly, holding you down against his cock as he rides out his orgasm. You moan, gripping his shoulders and pushing back against him.

"Mmm… that's it sweetheart… take all of it… cum for me…" Ghost moans.

His cock throbs inside you, spurting his load into your cunt. You moan loudly, feeling your release. Your legs tremble, thighs shaking as you cum around his cock. One last time before your body felt completely boneless, the dry orgasm pumping around the load of seed filling you deep, swelling in your cunt. Ghost pants, holding you up against him as he breathes heavily, your body limp in his arms. He kisses your shoulder softly, rubbing your belly.

"That was… mmm…" Ghost says, licking his lips and kissing your neck. "So good…"

You pant softly, leaning your head back and looking up at him. "I'm tired."

He chuckles lightly. "Go ahead and sleep… I'll clean you up."

"Okay." You smile a little. He helps you lie down on the bed, pulling his softening cock from your cunt. You feel the warm mess seep from you, coating your thighs and making you shiver.

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[earthtooz]

you're the only one that can tame diluc's anger. reader is called 'lady' but other than that no pronouns are mentioned, fluff, diluc being a softie in this, 1.2k wc.

your husband is notorious for being the stoic, level-headed character that he is. unperturbed by all things so long as mondstadt was safe and at peace, and when the city had someone as diligent as diluc protecting it, there was virtually nothing that ever made him falter. as much as you love and adore his rationality and straightforwardness, there was nothing that you hated more than his unwillingness to compromise in an argument.

his bullheadedness caused you to storm out of the manor, trek through the expansive fields of the winery in order to reach mondstadt. there, you calmed yourself down with a quick bite from good hunter before heading to the library because a quick rant to lisa would generally soothe the anger you felt. 

however, your original plans of returning to the winery changed when a book that was recently returned caught your eye. noticing your fleeting glance, the electro-user recommends it, detailing its popularity and captivating storyline.

when lisa feels so passionate about something, how could you not be curious? she rarely gets a sentence out without a yawn nowadays so to hear her speak animatedly about a book is bound to get your attention.

without a second thought, you postpone your plans of returning home and find a comfortable couch to sit on before reading.

you must have spent longer than planned, and a favonius soldier barging through the library doors indicates as such, whose expression so panicked you would have thought there was a hillichurl invasion. he takes a quick scan of the room and relief floods his posture when his eyes land on you.

“lady y/n, you must come with me this instant,” the soldier demands after a quick salute.

“what is the issue?” you ask, undeniably curious.

“master diluc is searching for you and i fear that he is very angry. not even barbara can calm him, some of flora’s flowers have been singed, and he might burn down monstadt next, please come with me before it’s too late!”

you know that the soldier is merely exaggerating because as long as you were in mondstadt, diluc would never dare harm the city. moreover, he would never dare lay a finger on the city he loves, but his anger is nothing to take lightly, and you understand the knight’s fear.

although, you really don’t want to meet your husband.

“fine, i suppose i can classify this matter as urgent,” you sigh. “lisa, could you please let me borrow this book? i’ll return it in two weeks.”

“not a problem dear. better run along now before your husband supposedly burns down the city,” the librarian waves her hand, beckoning you to go, so you do.

the knight leads you to the whereabouts of angel’s share and before you could even turn the corner, you hear a mix of kaeya and diluc’s voices.

“i don’t know where y/n is, which is why i have my knights running around to find-” exclaims the calvary captain, beginning to sound perplexed at his brother’s uncharacteristic display of irrationality and franticness. 

observing the scene, you see your husband right in kaeya’s face and suddenly you understand why the knight who brought you here was so frightened. the air had risen significantly in temperature and if you were a moment too late, he actually might have drawn out his claymore.

his red eyes glance behind the navy-haired to see you and in the blink of an eye, the red-haired pushes past the knights before storming down the street, right towards you. 

“where have you been?” diluc asks, stopping only two feet before you. the deep frown on his face is evident of his displeasure, but the concern swimming in his eyes tell you that you don’t need to be scared.

“i was reading in the library,” you gesture to the book you were holding. “enjoying a peaceful afternoon until i got word that you were creating a ruckus.”

the winery owner visibly relaxes, tension flooding from his shoulders whilst a gloved hand runs through his hair, causing his bangs to fall messily in front of his eyes. “let’s talk about this at home,” he states, tone returning to normal as he takes your book from your hand, his vacant hand finding yours. diluc’s grip is tight and unrelenting, leaving no room for you to slip away as he turns to apologise to the knights of favonius.

then, the two of you leave through the main gates. 

“are you still upset?” your husband asks and you squeeze his hand.

“a little,” you murmur before a small laugh escapes your lips, “but i wish you would have seen how terrified that knight was when he found me. it entertained me quite a bit, guess a thank you is in order for that.”

diluc doesn’t say anything but the guilt dripping from him is practically tangible, pooling around your feet and reminding you of the unpleasant argument you had earlier. as the sun begins to dip below the horizon and the sky turns a calming shade of orange, you realise just how long you spent away from him. no wonder why he was so frantic about finding you. 

“the next time you storm out of the winery, can you at least let me know where you are going?”

you laugh at his proposition, unsure of how to respond but he stops. you’re forced to stop too when his unwavering grip makes you turn and look in the ruby eyes that set ablaze in the gold of the setting sun. diluc’s beauty is truly undeniable, and it’s moment like these that make you feel a little jealous that he was graced with such a gift. 

“i’m serious, y/n, you worried me to end when you didn’t return after three hours. i thought something might have happened to you.” his gaze falls downward with his soft confession. “your safety is the most important thing to me, even when things between us are rocky, because- well, you know…”

your heart tightens and the step you take closer to him is instinctual, letting go of his hand to hold his face instead. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to worry you.”

“no, you have nothing to apologise for, it was my fault for being so unbearable in the first place,” the red-haired shakes his head, his hands finding a home on your waist. “i’m sorry too.”

“i forgive you,” you hover a kiss over his nose, causing it to scrunch at the sensation. when you lean back, the softness in his eyes and smile is unmatched and you’re grateful that you’re the only one with the luxury of seeing him as such. the only person he’s let into his kingdom of concrete walls is you, gifting you a more vulnerable side of him that the rest of the world has not seen in years. 

“i love you,” you murmur and diluc hums, tapping your waist three times in response. “oh but diluc, you must tell me how worried you were over me, i think i deserve to know.” 

the red-haired rolls his eyes before dragging you down the hilly path back home. you are perhaps the only one in mondstadt who could perplex him to no end, but that is just another testament of the love he holds for you. 

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