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apenapaperandadoofus · 2 years ago

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HIII IM SORRY TO ASKTHIS HUT I HAVE READSKME OF YOUR STORIES AND CAN I REQ A AFAB X DOM DILUC💗💗💗 BUT YHEY JUST FINISHED FIGHTING IF ITS OKAY FOR YOU CAN U MSKE IT SMUT<333 (hes on my mind for days omg)

DONT WORRY IM IN A GENSHIN (ESPECIALLY DILUC) HYPERFIXXATION SO IM HAPPY FOR THE ASK

We fight we break up we kiss we make up (Dom!Diluc x AFAB!Reader)

I legit had no title ideas and Katy was the first thing that popped to mind lol

Also I had to look into the tavern because I needed to remember what it looked like and APPARENTLY IT HAS A THIRD FLOOR I TOTALLY FORGOT so yeah now you know

And apologies if it sounds a bit weird, for some reason my brain is not translating and writing correctly, it’s just one of those days yknow? Also could be cuz I’ve been running on literally nothing but caffeine oops

“I’m back.” You called out opening the front door of Angel’s Share.

The usually loud tavern filled with drunken laughter and music was now replaced by dimmed lights and silence. It was late at night, and you had just finished a tiring day of endless commissions.

You looked towards the bar, where your boyfriend usually was tidying everything up for the next day, but instead found the new hire on his spot.

He looked up and smiled.

“Miss, you’re back. Ah! If you’re looking for Master Diluc he is up in the storage room.” The young boy pointed up.

“Thanks Leon. Don’t stay here too late alright?” You smiled in appreciation.

He nodded, and went back to the task at hand.

You climbed up towards the third floor of the tavern, legs aching from the amount of walking you did that day.

“Why are there so many goddamn stairs.” You groaned.

Finally you made it up to the third floor, however, before you were even done walking up the stairs, a loud thud and a string of curse words caught your attention.

The storage door was slightly open, a small amount light pouring out from inside.

“Diluc?” You walked into the room, finding the familiar redhead kneeling down and picking up a bottle of wine.

Thankfully it hadn’t shattered, but a hefty amount of the drink poured out on the floor.

Walking over you took your handkerchief and cleaned the spilt liquid, making Diluc glance at you in surprise.

“You’re back.” He said. His eyes flickered around your face, checking and examining for any sign of injury.

You chuckled. “I am. Rough day at work? I swear I’ve never seen you spill any of the bottles before.”

Diluc huffed and stood up. “This sort of thing is not exactly unusual for bartenders.”

You frowned at his cold reply, raising a brow. “Really bad day huh?”

“Why did you come back so late?” He said. “Commissions usually don’t take you that long. You know it’s dangerous at night.”

Placing the now wet handkerchief on the corner you stood up and stretched. “Oh please Diluc, you know I can handle myself. Besides Franz was with me.”

The redhead’s eyes narrowed. “You were paired up with him again?”

“He asked for my help patrolling a few areas around Springvale and we kind of lost the track of time. Besides he’s new into the guild and as his senior I should help him right?”

“He’s been in the guild for six months already, if he isn’t able to handle the job by now maybe he should think of another occupation.”

Diluc crossed his arms, scoffing. “And besides, what exactly was it that made the two of you ‘loose the track of time’ so much that it became one in the morning? Last time I checked, scouting for hilichurl camps doesn’t exactly take that long”

You looked at your boyfriend with a confused expression. “What are you implying Diluc? You know it’s part of my job to help other members as well.”

“Right, but I don’t recall you spending that much time with them before.”

“Seriously Luc? You’re acting like a child, just because he made one drunken joke-”

“I’ve seen drunk people and he was not one of them, he was legitimately trying to flirt with you and now you’re enabling his fixation.” He said, matter-of-factually.

He glared at you and you felt a pang of shock and anger course through your body.

“Oh really?! I was doing my job Diluc, you can’t expect me to shirk my responsibilities because you’re throwing a tantrum.” You threw your hands up in frustration, pacing around the room.

Diluc groaned in annoyance and walked towards you. “A tantrum? I have every right to question a man who tried to flirt with my partner.”

“Right, because you don’t trust me.” You turned to look at him, accusingly.

“I never said that!” He stared at you wide eyed and you let out a sardonic laugh.

“Well you might as well! Do you seriously think I would go behind your back-”

“Do not put words in my mouth Y/N.”

“-Flirting with someone else for some reason.” You continued, walking towards him.

“I would never-”

“How could you think so little of me?!”

“Will you just listen to be and be quiet for a minute?”

Diluc gently gripped your shoulders to stop you from moving, the two of you so close your noses could almost touch.

Shaking his hands off you glared at him in defiance.

“Why don’t you make me, Master Diluc.” You sneered at him, the words coming out before you could stop them.

Diluc stared at you, surprise apparent on his face.

Tension enveloped the room.

Neither of you said a word as you suddenly felt the temperature spike.

Diluc glanced down at your lips, and then at you, and before you could say anything else he pulled you into a fierce kiss, lips crashing into yours.

You gasped and gripped the collar of his coat, your hand gripping his hair.

Diluc pushed you against the wall, hands reaching down and pushing your shirt up, his knee pushing between your legs. You moaned, grinding against him as he kissed your collarbone.

However, before you could do anything more he pulled away.

You let out a disappointed huff.

“Diluc what are you…”

You weren’t able to finish your sentence as you felt yourself being pushed down on your knees. Diluc had quickly unbuckled his pants, his throbbing cock now in front of you.

“Wait- Diluc-”

“I thought I told you to be quiet.” He said, gripping your hair and pulling you towards his dick, a hint of dominance flashing in his eyes. “Now suck it.”

You gulped and nodded slowly, opening your mouth to lick the tip of his member before sucking.

Pressing your legs together to stop the heat from between them spreading, you continued sucking and gently licking his dick.

Diluc huffed and pulled you away.

“Diluc? Wha-mmggh!” You gagged as he shoved his dick into your mouth, thrusting into the back of your throat. Tears prickled the corner of your eyes, and Diluc chuckled.

“You wanted me to shut you up didn’t you? Where’s that challenging attitude from before?”

You gripped his thighs, and Diluc thrusted in further before pulling your hair and making you look up at him.

“Look at me, ngh- won’t you? This is how you properly suck your master’s dick alright? Mmph, yes, just like that. Be a good doll and take it all in.” He moaned.

You felt your jaw numb, tears rolling down from his size.

Before long Diluc groaned, almost reaching his climax. You tried to pull away but he pushed his cock, making you drink all of his seed.

He looked down at you, a smirk on his face. “Drink it all. Don’t let a single drop fall.”

You swallowed and fell back, coughing.

Still gasping for air, you let out a surprised gasp as you felt a pair of arms lift you up, pushing you against he doorway. You tried to turn around but Diluc kept you firmly in place.

“Are you really that wet just from sucking me off? So naughty~” he chuckled, pressing a finger against your sex. You moaned and tried to grind against him.

“Do you want to feel good?” He whispered, gently biting your earlobe.

You whimpered, nodding. “Please Diluc.”

He nodded and helped you take off your pants and already dripping panties.

Diluc rubbed your entrance with his finger, and you whined, needing him inside of you.

“Diluc.”

He lightly pressed his finger against you. “Address me correctly.” He ordered.

Your eyes widened and you turned to look at him. A determined and lustful expression filled his face.

You had to admit, you liked seeing him being so forward and taking charge. It made your skin prickle with heat, the way his eyes lidded and roamed around your body.

Taking a small breath you tried to get your voice to reply.

“M…master…” you whispered.

He raised a brow, an excited grin on his face. “Good.” He applied more pressure. “Now apologize.”

“A-apologize?” You repeated, voice still hoarse from before. “But-ngh!”

Diluc inserted a finger inside. However, he didn’t move.

“For talking to me that way before.” He pressed his finger inside you a bit. “For provoking me like that.” His lips caressed your neck, gently touching it. “Well?”

You huffed and closed your eyes, face heating up. “I…I’m sorry…”

He bit your shoulder. “For what?”

“I’m…I’m sorry for provoking you…master…’

“Good girl.”

You gasped as you felt him move his finger inside of you, quickly inserting another.

Diluc made sure to press all the right spots, making you moan out in pleasure.

“You’re so tight…” he whispered. “At least it means that bastard hasn’t touched you this way.”

“Aah! No, no just you…” you whimpered.

“Hm?”

“It’s just…just you Diluc…you’re the only one I want this way…”

“You…” Diluc’s face turned as red as his hair and he let out a nervous chuckle.

He pressed his cock against your wet entrance, unable to not be inside you anymore.

“Mr. Diluc?”

A voice called out.

You both stood still.

“Crap…” you whispered, turning to look at Diluc keeping an eye on the door. “Leon..”

The door was barely open. However if he walked in further inside you were sure he would catch you. “Diluc, if he comes in he’ll see-”

You barely finished talking before Diluc inserted his cock inside of you, making you gasp in pleasure.

“I can’t wait anymore.” He whispered. “Be quiet or else he’ll hear us.”

“But- wait- ngh!” You whimpered. Diluc roughly thrusted into you, his rough hands teasing your nipples.

“Sir?” The voice asked, the sound of footsteps coming closer.

“I’m alright, Leon.” Diluc called out, making the footsteps stop. “Did you…need something.” He hoped the boy didn’t notice the strain on his voice.

“Well…I finished cleaning up downstairs. Did Miss Y/N leave already?” Leon asked.

“Yes.” Diluc thrusted further inside you, hitting your deepest spots. “She just…left.”

You placed your hands on the wall, trying to keep your balance and accidentally grinding against him.

“Master Diluc…more” you moaned, moving your hips.

“Shit…” Diluc cursed, gripping your hips tightly and speeding up his pace.

“I can’t...I can’t, my voice, ah! Diluc, m-my voice…” you whispered.

Grunting, Diluc placed a finger inside your mouth, trying to muffle your sounds.

“Oh, well…if you have the rest taken care of then am I allowed to leave? Unless you need my help-”

“I do not Leon I-” he stopped as he felt you suck his finger, and squeezed your hips before he cleared his throat. “T-Thank you…you can go now.”

“Great! Goodnight sir!”

You heard the sound of footstep’s receding down the stairs, and as soon as you heard the front door close you felt Diluc’s hand move and you let out a scream of pleasure.

“Yes! Master, right there!” You gasped.

Diluc grunted and turned your head to kiss you, both of you separating only to moan or catch your breath.

“I love you…” he whispered.

You smiled.

“I…I love you too…I’m all yours Diluc…only yours…” you whimpered.

Diluc stopped, looking at you. A small smile appeared on his face and he bumped his forehead against yours. “I’m all yours as well my love….” he gently kissed you, sucking on your bottom lip, before moving again.

Eventually you both began to reach your peak.

Diluc placed a trail of kisses on your shoulder and began moving up towards your neck.

“I wonder…” he whispered between kisses, “I wonder what would happen if I were to leave a mark on your for the world to see…”

“Wh-what? Hold on, Diluc I still have work-anngh!” You whined, feeling Diluc suck on your neck until a hickey began to form.

He let go and stared at his handiwork with a proud expression, before biting your shoulder.

“Diluc!” You gasped.

He bit and sucked on every spot of your body- on your back, neck, shoulders, your wrist, and with every single place he made sure to leave a visible mark for everyone to see that he was yours, and you were his.

You whined and pulled on his hair, letting him know you were close.

Diluc turned you around for you to face him, moaning, feeling your walls clench around him in tightly, Diluc finished you off with a rough kiss, finally the two of you reaching climax.

He grabbed you and pulled you down on the floor with him, placing your head on his chest.

His body emitted warmth, and you cuddled closer to him.

“I can’t believe you almost let Leon see us.”

You eventually said, voice raspy from screaming.

“Hmph, he never comes inside the room unless I ask him to. If I knew we were going to be caught I wouldn’t have kept going.”

You scoffed and looked up at him before laying back down. “Ugh, still you- you’re lucky he didn’t come in.”

Diluc chuckled before burying his face into your hair. “You know I wouldn’t let anyone else see you like that, dear. It’s only a privilege I alone posses.”

You flushed at the words and cleared your throat. “Mmm, fine, you’re right.”

You both laid in a comfortable silence before you sat up and turned towards him, caressing his cheek. “I’m sorry I accused you of not trusting me. I know you were only worried. But believe me when I tell you I have things handled- the only person I want in my life is you.”

Diluc gently pulled you down and nuzzled your nose against his before smiling. “I understand. I apologize as well. I know you are more than capable of punching the life out of that miserable adventurer if he tries to do anything to you.” He said, kissing the tip of your nose.

You laughed and laid on top of him, sighing as he pet your hair. “Hmm true, I do throw a pretty mean punch. I’ll try not to work too late, alright? But you need to promise me the same.”

“Alright.”

“And don’t try to kill someone just because they hit on me. I can take care of that.”

He chuckled. “Alright, alright.”

“I mean, you don’t see me walking up to Donna and threatening her every time she mentions you right? Because-mmph, Diluc!” You scolded him as he turned you around and kissed you, smiling lovingly.

“Do you ever quiet down?” He teased.

You smirked. “Mmm no. Why don’t you try and make me again, pretty boy?”

It wasn’t before long that the two of you began round two.

Next day you chided him because you had to wear a coat over the sweltering heat, to cover every single mark he had given you.

Diluc only smiled proudly at the statement, but everyone else had thought you were either sick or had become mad for wearing such warm clothes during summer.

After Kaeya teased you for the upteenth time about your outfit, you made a mental note to get your revenge that night, as soon as you were done with your commissions.

#genshin smut #diluc smut #diluc genshin #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader

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scriddleraesth-blog · 7 years ago

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made a ventfic based on my experiences in alternative school

this fic is modified from two separate real life events ive gone through and/or witnessed. i dont feel like going into detail but i might eventually pull up the article later

Content warning: Institutionalization, prison, murder, copious medical abuse, self injury, manipulation, misgendering

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“Hey? Um I’m not sure if...Have you seen Mary?”

“Miss Nashton, these sessions are for personal use. I must request that you refrain from mentioning other patients during your appointed therapy time.”

“I’m not- Look! I uh! I just! Wanna know where she is? Please?”

“If you must. She was transferred to a different facility.”

“...there is? No other facility? Why was she? Transferred. That makes no sense. What happened, to her, why are you keeping this a secret…”

“You must understand, this is a therapy session. Perhaps you’d like us to discuss your paranoia concerning this event…?”

Eddie doesn't say anything else for the rest of the session, falling further into nonverbalness the more questions his appointed therapist asks, each one more invasive than the last. Finally, after 20 minutes, Eddie is sent to lunch with the rest of the prisoners.

“They.” Jon begins, mask folded in front of them. It's never a good sign when Jon doesn't wear it. “Solitary. I was. I saw.”

Ed is quiet when he sits down next to Jon, giving them space enough to breathe. They don’t look well, and when their hands come up slowly and carefully, gaze twitchy and uneven, Ed knows it's something that the guards and orderlies don't want them discussing. If it were Jon being nonverbal in general, they wouldn’t make eye contact at all, but this time their gaze is squared upon Eddie’s nose as much as it can with their left eye the way it is.

Their fist circles an apology over their heart first, before tapping their chest with fingers and bringing two fingers to their eyes, gesturing around the room vaguely. Looking nonchalant, they jerk a thumb towards one of the orderlies, then hold up three fingers.

“...Three of them. At. once? Is Dollie okay. Is she…”

Jon swallows hard, gaze dropping. Their hand mimics using an inhaler before they point to the med station, shaking their head.

“Jon, is she ok! Just? tell me? about Baby Dahl. That’s All i Want to? Know…”

Jon says nothing still, only sets their hand to their throat gently, then drops it to the table, staring blankly at their reconstituted potatoes.

“They told me? she was transferred to a different prison.”

“...Clearly they lied.” Jon whispers, seeming so exhausted by even nonverbal conversations. Eddie watches them absently pick up gross potato slop with a bare hand and scoop it into their mouth.

When Selina joins them, her gaze is similarly stunned, but she leans over to Eddie conspiratorily, careful not to get close enough to touch him. “Me myas both yin souhitary myen it happyind.” Her voice is low, but her accent and speech pattern is disorienting enough that the guards can’t tell what she’s talking about. “Yhey myall came in yaund meld myir down miyause she tripped myon of the ‘yards haxxidendsally yand myey thought shyiy myas fighting byack myen she struggled myause she myaus mheezing s’byad… Meld’ir yontil she syopped breyfing. Mymyhh. Myhen th. Myey took myir body myere they tyik myih myokuments tuh myincincerate them.”

Eddie doesn’t eat. Eventually the white clad orderlies notice this and bodily drag Eddie back to his cell without warning him, leaving him screaming and thrashing the entire time until one of the nurses is summoned, plunging sedative into his neck with no warning. Everything is still there, but things feel wrong and sluggish for hours, and in the isolation of his cell he finds himself numb and afraid.

So he starts to seek stimulation. Anything to drag him out of the numbness the sedative brings. He’s slow and clumsy like this, but he manages to reel back and make contact with the wall. It barely feels like anything, so he does it again. And again. He thuds his head against the brick repeatedly, until there’s a spot of blood and the pain blossoming in his forehead burns unpleasantly enough to keep him focused and alive, not swimming in nothingness. It feels great, at least until he starts to get dizzy and lurches sideways.

#i cant really tag this right now #but uh #yeah

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lilmizzqtpie · 7 years ago

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Do people still blog? Is this a thing anymore, or did I miss the whole enchilada. This gurl had to figure out how to spell this dish - as well I'm pretty sure this is NOT an expression ..ah well, going with it. That would be mildly embarassing if I found out in fact, I had spelled it wrong. Welp, here I go. Starting up a blog.

So, here I am on tumblr, where I feel most transparent. What you see on here is literally what I'm thinking at that point. Only a select few know who I am. I can express anything and not feel obligated to explain, or feel guilty, maybe? Regardless. I feel safe here. To quote the lovely Olive of Easy A, " -And what better way to express my opinion than to broadcast them on the internet."

I want to thank Sir Daniel of howell, for my inspiration, to make an actual effort in finding out, what it is that makes me happy. With his latest video, as of March 2018.

Side note. I haven't actually written anything since middle school? I think?? Am I EVEN using punctuation properly ? I don't understand anymore. Also, too lazy to research and relearn some more. Maybe, I'll pay attention to it more when I read.... And, if I happen to use words that are not words, my apologies.

Where was I, Dan said this thing about being true to yourself. I think I struggle with this. Being told I am a people pleaser. I feel awful about this, but watching that video, made me soo thankful knowing I wasn't alone. I don't know what makes me happy. I'm pretty sure this is actually a common thing.

Also, I had recently read a quote, on some gif it turns out. Damn. I can't even remember it at this point. Mind you while I'm writing this it's 3 AM. What am I even doing awake ?? Okay, it was along the lines of do what you love for work and you'll never work a day in your life. . something or other.

Edit: I had just posted it before this; it's "find what you love and do it for the rest of your life." As per the cute detective guy on that show: criminal minds

That's when it hit me. I don't know what makes me happy? A lot of things I like to do, are hugely influenced by people around me, then for whatever reason, If can't do said thing. I feel like it doesn't matter.

I'm striving to figure out what I love. And, daily I think it's super weird. Living as myself and not knowing much about me.

I see people everywhere. Whatever it is they love to do, yhey made it their lives work to do it. Made it happen, worked towards it. I'll look at anything and be like, "Oh, someone who really loves writing, wrote this book, or another person drew this graphic design. Someone else who loves acting is in plays, or tv shows, movies. Then there's those people who are also involved in the production, advertising, wardrobe, camera crew.

There are limitless possibilities out there, the thing is, in order to figure out that dream career or job. You need to know what you strive for, what keeps the blood flowing in those veins, what makes you wake up happy. Whatever, it is that you want to spend your life doing. I, like probably, all of us millennials want to know what that is that I'm running towards. I just, have no earthly way of telling, if I don't even know what makes me feel joy and excitement, in the first place. I don't even know if I'm really good at anything.

So to start off, keep in mind, I'm listing off things I couldn't possibly go a day without here.

Video games were a huge thing for me, about 7 years ago. But I think it turns out it was because my friends and boyfriend were all really into them. I'm not sure if I made myself like it. If it's just something I put up with. But the thing is, I can't tell. Since its so easy for me not to. Video games bare no real significance to me. Did I even like it in the first place? On the other hand. I have been playing since super Nintendo and Sega were really big. On and off through all of those systems and brands. Ect. Maybe, I think it's fun, recreationally?

Didn't find what I'm passionate about there. Next with a new trend of mine is, make up. Okay, while I was working, I spent TONS of money at Sephora. I don't really know how I got into it in the first place. Was it a make up guru I was watching? I think I can peg it to a video I was watching sponsored by a dewy stick. That just looked so cool. And she was upselling it, hard. And I just carried on from there. But, I don't feel compelled to do any looks anymore, unless of course, I happen to be going out somewhere.

Love nikki, let's touch up on my most recent obsession. Today marks.. I think day 39 days in a row of playing. Love Nikki, is this mobile game where you dress up this little anime girl. I've spent about 20 dollars on here. And I'm not technically working. Why did I do this??? Do I actually like this? Or, is it because Dan and Phil said it was Coolio. I'm pretty sure I could live without it. I think this one stems from me not being able to do any real shopping of my own anymore.

Aside from make up, I bought lots and lots of clothes. Not only for myself but for my son and boyfriend. You should see our closet it's kind of ridiculous. My passion for clothing went as far as me buying out an entire thrift store. Not as in, oh everything in this display? I want it. No, as in I literally got out a loan and bought a entire store. At this point I was 21. Now, my business went belly up, and I pay a little over 100 dollars,every single month, in storage fees. It's been 3 years. Why did they even approve of this loan!?!? I didn't go to school for business. I was a health care assistant!!!

Now if you're still with me, let's move on to that portion of my life when I was in the health field. I had just had a baby. Panicked, to find a job to support this tiny human I just grew. I jumped into this course that was available. It was for health care assistants. I'm going to be honest. I didn't have a clue what that was. If you're not sure about it, as I was. It's where you help the elderly or otherwise unable, with their activities of daily living: ADL's.

That being showers, teeth brushing, getting dressed, Fed, toileted, glasses on, etc. You know, basically any of those things you do whilst on autopilot, mindlessly sipping your morning coffee.

So! Before I start this care stuff, let me point out there are very few things I am proud of myself. Taking this course, is one of those things where I felt, I was pretty great. Durring the entire thing, the lowest grade I received was a B+. That, my dear friends, made me happy.

There were 3 years of my life in that line of work. Put me in what my therapist called situational depression. Easily put, being a HCA did NOT keep me happy. I used to cry most mornings before work. For years?? Why didn't I quit sooner??? This is a different story in itself.

You've read more then enough of my first attempt. Moral of my story is. Who the hell am I?

×o×o sincerely yours

Chanel no.2

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