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|| GN!Reader ||
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Characters Featured: Diluc
Durin
Flins
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Notes:
Durin can purr, don't @ me
DILUC
— Diluc's kisses are, unsurprisingly, warm and comforting
— You can guarantee that every time his lips meet yours, it's like a fire is lit in your soul
— His warmth radiates throughout as he tends to wrap his arms around your waist, encapsulating you with his endless body heat
— Sometimes Diluc tilts your head up to meet his gaze, moments of just staring lovingly, right before his lips softly land on yours
— Sometimes, when Kaeya's being an ass and pretends to flirt with you just to annoy Diluc, can lead to your boyfriend whisking you away, pressing soft pecks to your cheek and jaw, transitioning into deeper, more strategically placed kisses on your neck and collarbone
— He likes to leave a kiss at the junction of your neck to your shoulder, then move higher up on your neck, and after that, a kiss directly on the edge of your jaw, all before pulling away to stare into your pretty eyes
— When Diluc's in a bad mood, he likes to sit you on his lap with your head resting on his shoulder while he works, and every few minutes, he pulls you back to kiss you fervently
— As he says, it's to "recharge his energy"
— He's also very prone to sleepy morning kisses
— Because Archons forgive him for what happens if the first thing he does isn't kissing you at the crack of dawn
"My dear, could you stay? Let me indulge in you for just another moment."
DURIN
— Durin was very shy about kissing at first
— He was never sure where to put his hands or if he was pressing his lips to yours too harshly
— But if you guide his hands to your waist, hold his face with a gentle touch that makes him purr, and take the lead in the kiss... well, he'd be happy
— As he grows to be more experienced with kissing, Durin sometimes takes charge, holding you closer, setting the pace for the kiss, and (occasionally) overindulging
— He can lose himself whenever it comes to you, from the way you smile into the kiss, to the warmth that radiates between you both, to the way your scent is so close to him, it all makes him go wild
— He read in a book once that a prince kisses the hand of their lover as a sweet gesture, so Durin wanted to try it out on you
— Sure, he fumbled a bit, with his hands shaking when taking yours, or the fact that his lips hit your wrist instead of your hand, but it was a good first effort!
— Then he comes across another book where a prince wakes his lover from a curse with a kiss, which, when you came down with a small cold, he decided to try out, hoping that it'd make you feel better
— And it did, but not in the way Durin was expecting; instead of healing you, it simply made you happy
— But overall, he's trying his best :)
"Why did you stop, Y/n? Did I do something wrong?"
FLINS
— Flins is a bit mischievous when it comes to kissing you
— From the way his hands tend to wander to the quick flick of his tongue on your mouth, he can get saucy, but it's mere moments later that those hands of his return to their natural place on your waist, and his tongue slips back through his now smirking lips
— Sometimes, Flins surprises you with a kiss on your shoulder, typically coming from behind, placing a quick peck on the apex of your shoulder, then continuing on his way without another word
— Other times, Flins will bite your neck, followed by a quick press of his lips in the same spot, light, nearly painless, and so fast that it's hard to register it happening in the moment
— And when things get more intense between the two of you, it's hard to pull away, even when you both know you need air
— A small little trick Flins uses to make you melt for him is rather simple, yet effective: he sticks his very cold hands (Yes, even with his gloves) under your shirt, right around your waistline, to be the most effective
— It makes you squirm during the kiss, pressing harder into him in a small hope to escape his frigid digits, but alas, his hands might as well be superglued to you
— Sometimes, Flins lets you take the lead during a kiss, mostly due to the fact that he finds it rather amusing to see his beloved try and reach his lips without assistance; he simply stands and waits for you to beg for him to lift you up to his height
— And when he's feeling merciful, he does so on your first complaint, holding you by the waist and up to reach him
— All in all, Flins likes to tease, but very much so gets as lost in your touch as you do his
"I'm sorry, my dear, what was that? More? Of course, who am I to deny my beloved?"
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The End