If Possible Could I Request Childe And Diluc With Their S/o (possibly Fem?) Cockwarming Them? Like Something

If possible could I request Childe and Diluc with their s/o (possibly fem?) cockwarming them? Like something more soft and tame than anything super spicy.

trying something new 

^ i literally couldn’t stop thinking aboout this sooo - it’s a bit early 

Warning -> NotSFW (18+) (cockwarming**) 

Character X FM Reader | Anthology 

Includes: Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo

Childe

He’s all about this - it’s his favorite way to feel you, to be inside of you, to be as close to you as he possibly can 

Out of the two of you, he’s the one to have brought it up - you entered his space and were so inviting that he wanted to be near you. So, he had you sit on his lap, your legs pressed together, his arms wrapped around your stomach and the urge swelled in his brain (and in his pants) to have you wrap around him 

He trailed his hands down your legs, his nails running over your pants as he moved. You pushed yourself further against him, turning your head towards his face and hiding the tip of your nose into his feathery hair. 

“That feels nice.” You hum, lips touching his head and nose picking up the scent of his shampoo. He turned toward you, tasting your lips with his own. A small smirk appeared when he felt how breathless you had become. 

“I have something else that will feel nice, do you wanna try?” 

You squinted at him, a sly smile spreading across your face as you debated on your answer. “... Sure.” You finally said and, as soon as his hands drifted to the button of your pants, your heart accelerated and stomach clenched. 

He feels incredible, but he always does - the way he stretches you, presses against you, the stillness of his cock as it fills you up does unbelievable things to your legs 

You shift, clench your toes, take in deep breaths to steady yourself, and move your hips to feel more of him, adjust to him -- but each time you move he wraps his arms tighter around your stomach and the pressure is almost too much 

“How does this feel?” He asks, his hot breath blowing across your shoulders. 

“Ah … I umm.” You try to use your words but your mind is a mess as every inch of you is trying its best to stay in control, to stay right where you are. 

“Good … sometimes it’s nice to just feel you, so let me take my time.” His fingers card through your hair, slide down the side of your head and move the strands that cover your neck. When he kisses the hot flesh of your skin, the jolt of contact makes your hips move on their own and force an involuntary moan from his throat. “This might be more challenging than I thought.” He chuckles, but continues to place soft kisses against you. 

This activity of his becomes a rather common occasion - he will ask you oh so kindly to sit on him, to face away or toward him, he doesn’t really mind -- it really depends on his mood

If he’s feeling playful, he will have you face him so he can watch your facial expressions and the way you attempt to keep yourself up with no support other than the cock which is deep inside you - it’s a challenge for both of you - to see how long you can hold out, but when he catches sight of your lips as your jaw falls slightly, your eyes flutter shut and nails grip into his shoulder blades … he thinks he just might lose today 

If he’s feeling frustrated, if he’s bothered by something or just had a bad day - all he wants is to wrap his arms around you, rest his head on your shoulder and push himself inside of you - it’s comfortable because you are comfortable 

“Did you have a bad day?” You ask, cupping his face and tilting his head so you can look into his eyes. He’s not looking at you, a sure sign that today did not go as he had intended. “You don’t have to tell me, what can I do to help ease your mind?” 

He sits you on his lap, already working to removing the clothes which cover you from him, hide his access to you. This activity makes your body switch on so quickly that you’re ready the moment the understanding clicks in your head and, as you carefully position yourself over him to descend around his dick, humming as you do so, his hands have already found their home against you. 

The two of you sit there for a while, Childe’s grip relaxes the longer you are connected, you feel him ease underneath you, pull you closer to his chest as he settles into the cushions that line the couch. You let your mind wander to places that distract you because no matter how many times you’ve done this it still makes your body hot and desperate - move, please - you think and so, you think about something else. 

His voice draws your attention back, “Hmm? What did you say?” 

“How are you able to take all my troubles away?” He mumbles against your back. 

“I’m just that good, honestly.” 

He laughs, a deep chest-like laugh that fills your heart with pride. “I’ll have to pay you back.” 

“Exciting, how will you do that?” His hips move upward and the sudden thrust makes your arms flail as they try to hold onto something, anything. “Ah … okay.” You reply, your voice shaky with need. 

Diluc

(Don’t .. mmm - this boy I swear to the archons will be the death of me)

Never, ever in his mind would he expect you to bring this idea to him - it was the last thing, the bottom of the barrel type of idea, that shocked him so incredibly that he literally spit out his drink 

His face is red and as rich as the wine he doesn’t drink, you pat his back and try not to laugh at how cute he is - but honestly, you nearly gave him a heart attack he’s so embarrassed

“Where did you hear of this?” He blurted out the question through his coughs, wiping his face and trying to clean up the liquid that spewed from his mouth. 

“Oh, I don’t know. I think I read it in a book …” 

“What book talks about things like that?” 

“Diluc, you know there are books with many topics, the maids read them all the ti…” 

“I don’t want to know that.” He expresses, fumbling over the mess in front of him. You chuckle, grabbing the extra towel from the cart and making your way to help him. Gently, you tap his hands signaling him to let you take over and when you do, he leans back into his chair with a deep sigh. 

“... I will … think on it.” He finally replies, mouth covered by his gloved hands and eyes boring into the floor so hard you think he might burn holes through it. With a smile, you accept his words and continue to help him get his work back in order. 

His politeness and your patience give him plenty of time to think about it. Sometimes, it slips into his thoughts while he is working -- his eyes drift to your legs -- when he is inspecting the shipments -- his attention moves to your body, the way your clothes hug against your skin -- when he is focused -- his mind crafts your presence around him -- he shakes his head to make the images go away 

It’ll linger until he decides to act on it 

It’s been warm outside these last few days and though you don’t normally wear dresses - you’re far too active and the long fabric gets in your way often - so you've decided today is a good day to stay cool. Plus, you’ll be inside most of the day anyway. Sitting on the daybed in the back of the study, your eyes drift up to Diluc’s back. His shoulder stretches out the fabric of his dress shirt and his hair shines brightly in the sun. You smile and return your eyes to your work. 

After a while, he stretches and, even though you try to stay focused, you can’t help but take notice. He stands and walks toward the door of the study before making his way back to where you are sitting. Something in your stomach flips when he reaches out his hand to you. 

“Let’s take a break.” His sturdy frame makes your chest tighten and, quickly, you place your work at your side and accept his hand. 

“It’s unlike you to take a break.” You pester, following him to his chair. 

“We’ve been working all morning, would you rather continue?” He asks, stopping just before his desk and turning to look at you. 

“Oh, no! I’m happy to take a break. What did you have in mind?” Your question makes the white of his skin shift to a hue of pink and, as he sits in his chair only to usher you onto his lap, your heart starts to pound in your chest.

He faces you away from him, and as you begin to worry if your weight will be uncomfortable on his legs, your mind goes blank as soon as he runs his gloved hands over your bare-skinned legs 

He moves slowly so he can take in your reactions  - the small whines and noises that escape your throat, the way your hands grip onto the edges of the chair, or how your back bends the closer his hands get to your aching core

Hooking his finger around the fabric of your dress and pulling it up until it pools around your waist, bunching up in the back as it gets caught between your body and his - he pulls down your underwear and practically catches on fire when you whine his name 

“Diluc…” You breathe hot air against your shoulder as the feeling of your underwear slides down your legs leaving you bare. The strap of your dress has fallen off of your shoulder and his lips have already made their way to the exposed skin. Oh so lightly, they press against you and, if your head wasn’t already so fuzzy, you were sure all logical thought had escaped you at this point. You take slow breaths to try and calm down but as soon as you feel his fingers against your entrance all effort to remain put together shatters. 

“I don’t even need to get you ready.” He says, his voice husky. Smoothly, he adjusts you and when you hear the sound of his belt buckle ring in your ears, your heart skips a beat. His hot cock touches your back, he guides you onto him, his tip pressing at your entrance until you settle around him. 

You breathe out a moan and start to move only to feel his hands wrap around your waist and hold you still. His chest pressing against your back, hands pulling you so you’re closer to him, and in the silence, the two of you sit here.

“Don’t move, just feel me.” He whispers against your ear and you’re glad he can’t see the expression on your face, the violent way you bite your lip and close your eyes. 

He’s big and stretches you so nicely that even though you want to move, you do as he has requested. Soon, he starts back into his work, moving closer to the desk and looking over your shoulder so he can finish what he set aside. 

“I thought you were taking a break …” You huff out the words, thankful for the closeness of the desk so you can grip tightly onto it. 

“With you like this, I can recharge whenever I’d like to.” He kisses your shoulder and moves slightly which sends a shockwave through you. 

He can’t handle this for very long though, and, honestly, you can’t either - he feels so good inside of you and while this is already enough to send you into a frenzy, his leg is continuously bouncing and it’s ... just so much 

So, when you beg him oh so sweetly -- Diluc ... please -- he can’t just feel you anymore 

Kaeya

Are you kidding, please my darling let’s do this whenever you want - name the time, the place, and he will gladly participate in this activity with you 

He for sure would be the reason you started doing this anyway - when you expressed to him that you liked the way he felt inside of you and the pitiful expression on your face when he leaves you empty and cold, well he just wants to offer you his services 

It feels so good to have him press against your walls, for him to fill you up all the way until it reaches your very soul - the pressure of him, the way he touches you to add to the experience, to remind you how much he worships this body of yours ... 

you’ve become almost needy - especially after long spans of time apart

Kaeya returned from an expedition that took way longer than it was intended. After completing obligatory tasks at headquarters, he immediately made his way to your home. The refreshing, rejuvenating atmosphere you’ve created in the place you call your own is something that runs through his mind often. To have a taste of your comfort, well it’s more delicious than the finest of wines. 

After a hot shower, he collapses onto your couch and with a heavy sigh rests his head against the backrest before closing his eyes. 

“How did it go?” You ask, making your way toward him and placing a cup of tea onto the coffee table. 

“I am getting far too old for all of this.” He sighs. 

“Kaeya …” You laugh, “You’re like 22, that’s not old.” 

“In spirit, I'm practically an old man.” Expression unchanged, he reaches toward you and you answer by straddling him. His hands grip your hips, slide to your back and begin to untuck your shirt. 

“I missed you, too Kaeya.”  

He is extremely physically affectionate - any touch to him is good, no matter how painful it might be - he just has to feel you at every moment, every second. If he could hold you in his pocket for the rest of his life, he would 

So, this activity is one of his favorites - he gets to be close to you, to feel how perfectly you capture him, hold him - no matter his energy level, the thoughts that cloud his mind, with you on him like this, everything is so clear 

Plus, he gets to see how needy you become … the sound of your voice as you breathe against his neck, the movements of your clenching core, the thrusting of your hips as you try to feel more of him -- it makes his ego swell at the sight of your desperation

Your once clean chest is now covered in marks. The fabric of your shirt pools around your shoulders, your arms now hidden from view as they bend lifelessly at your sides, fingers digging into his clothes each time his lips connect with your neck. You’re breathing so hard that small sounds escape with the air and you know he sees them as rewards for his hard work. 

Your heaving breasts are like trophies to him, and he’s made sure to leave his signature on each one. It’s unbelievable, the sight of him sucking on your nipples, kissing them, wrapping his long tongue over the buds which he has made so hard by his touch. 

Even though this activity is something you’ve done with him multiple times, the intensity of it after being unable to feel him for days is driving you crazy. 

“Kaeya … I need more.” You beg and if his hands weren’t holding you down so strongly you’d have moved your hips to show him just how badly you needed it. 

“Oh, my dear, but you’re doing so well holding me. You can keep going, can’t you?” His sly voice makes you clench and with frustrated eyes you see him smile. He adjusts, lifting your whole body as he moves into a better position on the couch and the sensation makes your head drop. 

His fingers reach to your chin, lifting your head and pulling you close so you are forced to look at him. “I haven’t seen your face in so many days, let me look at you.” Your body is so hot you're sure he can tell at this distance. He kisses you softly, so softly you barely feel his lips touch your skin, but somehow they still manage to part and your eyes flutter at the contact. 

“Now,” He continues, leaning back, hands sliding down to hold you in your position, “Tell me everything that happened while I was away, spare any details and I won’t be able to reward you.” His cock twitches inside of you and makes you gasp. “Let’s see just how badly you missed me, hmm?” 

Even though he often makes the whole thing playful, he loves everything about this - so, if you’ll continue to indulge him for a while, he will make it worth your time, and, honestly, he can’t hold out forever 

It’s like building up to a special occasion -- the anticipation is so addictive; the build-up sets off every nerve in your body and when the time finally comes, you’re so sensitive that every touch, every thrust, every stroke is electrifying 

Albedo

He’s already so adventurous, he will give almost anything a shot at least once, especially if he has a bit of information on it -- so when you suggest this activity to him he’s open to the idea, especially because he knows how nice it feels to leave his cock inside of you after sex - so, to just have you take him in … well it must feel incredible 

The first time was a bit of an adjustment, finding the right position, the right place - overall he found the experience to be very relaxing - safe almost - and so, as the two of you got more comfortable at the idea, you found that being in this intimate position increased your concentration -- but only if you followed the one rule: stay still 

It was early in the morning and, of course, you found him sitting at the kitchen table, his work sprawled out across the surface. You had gotten so used to waking up without him only to find him sitting somewhere in your house that, at this point, you no longer brought it to his attention. Instead, you made your way to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, hands dangling over his chest. 

“Morning, working hard?” 

“Yes, I couldn’t find a good place to stop so I just kept going.” He expressed, shuffling the papers around, his finger running over with the words quickly. 

“Are you getting close?” You asked, placing a soft kiss on the tip of his ear. 

“Not … quite.” 

“Mmm, well let me make you some coffee.” You pat his chest and slide your arms off of his shoulders only to feel his wrist grab onto yours. 

“Actually, I’d much rather choose physical contact, if you can spare the time.” He squeezed your wrist and the slight timidness of his voice made you smile. 

“We can do that, switch chairs and I’ll go grab some work I need to get done.” 

The two of you did this so often that you had made sure that both parties could work comfortably during the time you were connected - he could continue using the table and you could use the slightly taller decorative one which hugged the side of your wall 

He never thought physical contact like this would give him so much energy, but the feeling of you sliding over him, wrapping around him, keeping him warm was so intense that it made every cell in his body electrified - to him, having you around his cock was more rejuvenating than sleep itself 

Carefully, you straddled him. Your legs dangling over the edge of the chair as you slid onto him. This was always the most challenging part, every inch of you wanted to lift up only to sink back over him again, and sometimes, no matter how badly you tried, you’d find yourself doing just that. Even Albedo who was always so calm would have days where he couldn’t just have you sitting on him. 

“Ah -” Your voice slipped out as you took him completely, the pressure of his cock pushing and stretching you. His hands left the documents on the table and came to your back, pulling you close. 

“Take your time.” He instructed, hands moving to pull at the bottom of your shirt so it wouldn’t get caught. With your eyes closed, you felt his lips press against your cheek but you didn’t dare open them for fear of slipping into your intense want to ride him. Resting your head on his shoulder you took a few deep breaths to steady yourself, to return to a functional state of mind instead of a needy one. You were jealous of how collected he was and tried to steal some of that composure. 

Clenching around him caused his cock to twitch which sent your mind reeling again. His hands slid to push down against your legs, your hips which had started to move on their own. 

“Y/N … hold … hold still.” His soft voice shocked your heart and after whispering out a pitiful apology mixed with embarrassed laughter you finally settled into the sensation. After a few more deep breaths and shakes of your head, you were finally ready. 

“Okay, I’m good.” 

--

You weren’t sure how much time went by, you were both so focused on the work in front of you and, even though you could feel the pressure of his cock pushing against your walls, sometimes even hitting those sensitive spots, you did your best to ignore them. 

Your arms stretched over his shoulders and you were getting irritated by your hair as it fell again and again over your face. You wanted to throw it up into a bun, but you’d have to sit up to do that, and right now all you could think about was … well not thinking about Albedo’s dick inside of you. 

Suddenly, your body moved, Albedo shifted underneath you as if he forgot the one rule - don’t move. You gasped, your hips jolting forward resulting in you sliding slightly over his cock and, desperately, his hands moved to hold you tightly against him. 

“Hah .. hold on.” His voice was so delicious it was unfair. 

“I’m sorry … you moved … I can’t.” With hot, quick breaths you pushed your feet against the ground, your toes barely touching but desperate. 

“Just … a bit longer.” 

“I don’t think I can now ... “ You mumbled into the crook of his neck, his scent so much stronger than it was a moment ago. His dick twitched and grew harder inside of you and all thoughts of just feeling him like this were out the window. You wanted him so much it hurt. So, even though he tried to hold you close you moved, as little as it was, it was enough. 

The two of you managed to get some work done in the early morning, but for a while, you had other things on your mind.