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saintzweig · 5 days ago

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nsfw patrick zweig x camgirl!reader

– PART ONE HERE i know this is long overdue i'm so sorry :") i had to start over multiple times!!! this is not proofread because that's literally my brand atp

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patrick blinked at his screen, the cursor of his laptop stood still on the link that he's all too familiar with. the pink color taunting him as he debated whether or not to click on it. there's this unfamiliar feeling settling on the pit of his stomach, now that he has a face and name to put on the body he's been jerking off to. what's worse is you still don't know that he knows.

it's been nearly a month since your presentation and you hadn't talked since then, aside from the occasional greetings whenever you'd bump to each other on campus. it's been that long as well since he's watched you, and it's been painful. for some reason, he can't seem to touch himself without his mind going back to you, the urge to watch you once again getting stronger every minute. he aches for a release yet the guilt of knowing your biggest secret overpowered it.

"dude" art yelled over the defeaning music, "what's your plan? you getting laid or what?" the two tennis players found themselves squeezing through a bunch of sweaty young adults, having been invited to a frat party by some guy on the tennis team.

patrick shrugged, "dunno, dude." they finally made it to the kitchen, looking over the kitchen island filled with alcohol drinks and snacks which they helped themselves to.

"come on. you have to, man." the blonde spoke, grabbing a red cup and filling it with whatever the fuck's on the punch bowl. "you've been sloppy and irritable, you need to find someone to fuck before you get in trouble with the team."

"don't tell me you're still thinking about that girl" art said to which patrick just rolled his eyes, taking a sip from his cup and unsubtly grimacing at the taste.

he made the mistake of telling art about his dilemma, well– he didn't exactly tell him. art caught him staring at the website when he came back to their shared dorm after practice. 'you pay for that shit?'

"look, if you're still hung up on it just tell her that you know. it's not a big deal"

the brunette glared at the latter, "and say what? i know that you're a camgirl and guess what, i'm your biggest donator"

"we're in college dude, you're bound to come across a someone who sells themselves online atleast once" art said without a beat, unaware of the short figure that stood behind him. "patrick?" oh shit.

"wait, wait" patrick chased after you, which was difficult because of the hundreds of shoulders slamming into him. "let me explain"

you reached the patio when you turned to him, "you know?" your expression wasn't angry– you looked pale, nervous, like someone had just discovered your biggest secret. which he did. and he told someone about it.

"yes, i know. i didn't mean to, okay?"

"you didn't mean to know?" you look at him confused, your eyes wide and lips wobbling. he knows this isn't the best moment but he can't help the heat pooling in his stomach, you look so pretty looking up to him like this.

patrick sighed, rubbing a hand over the lower part of his face. "it just kinda happened. i recognized your room."

your eyebrows furrowed, "you recognized my room? what does that mean?"

"it means" he sighed, "i've watched you an embarrassing amount of times to the point that i recognized your room."

there was an awkward moment of silence while you processed what he said. not only did he find out that you're basically a porn star, he had just confessed to paying and jerking himself off to you.

"are you going to tell anyone else?" your voice was timid, scared. the way you looked at him caught him off guard, as if he holds so much power over you at this moment. it should make him feel bad, but it did the opposite. he thinks it's sick that the way you're looking up at him at this moment is giving him the urge to take advantage of you in your most vulnerable state.

but he still he ended up on your bed, watching you set up your laptop on your desk, turning the grainy camera on. "i won't tell anyone if you do something for me." which you accepted with absolutely no hesitation, which surprised him. you're willing to do anything for him to keep your secret from everyone else– and it's not like you haven't been fantasizing about him for weeks now, and you know you're going to make shit ton of money tonight so you have nothing to lose.

the camera light lit up, signalling that the live is starting and slowly, people started coming in. a few of them your loyal fans, proudly calling themselves your paypigs.

you walked over to the bed, climbing over patrick and settling on his lap, his hands immediately finding its place on your hips. you almost moaned as you felt your clothed heat press down on his bulge. patrick licked his lips, swearing he can feel your wetness through the fabrics separating you. his thumbs grazes the exposed skin just above your underwear while your hands were placed on his chest. the camera was pointed downwards, leaving your flustered faces out of the stream.

patrick begins to guide your hips, rocking you back and forth. you bit your lip, and patrick swears this is the hottest thing he's ever seen. he's so used to watching you on screen, never even thought of having the opportunity to actually feel you.

you take his hand from your hips, letting it rest on the hem of your pretty pink panties, mouth slightly parted as you stared at him with an inviting look. he immediately got what you meant, dipping his finger inside and coming in contact with your cunt, grazing your sensitive clit before feeling the slick. "you've wanted this for a while now, haven't you? think i haven't caught you staring at me like that?"

a whine bubbles up your throat, not even giving you the chance to lie and say no. he inserts his finger slowly, groaning at how warm you feel inside. "fuck, you look even prettier in person. such a shame they can't see your face, hm?"

without warning, he flips you over– mindful of the camera. your head hits the pillow and he slips himself in between your legs, grinding his erection on your core while his hand gropes your breasts under your thin tank top. his lips are on yours, he can taste the hint of your flavored lipgloss. "you have no idea how many times i've jerked myself off to you" he groans into your mouth, making you buck your hips up to meet his. "you like that, huh? like thinking about me fantasizing about you?" all you can do is nod.

he scrambles to sit up, tugging your panties down your legs. "can't wait anymore, need to fuck you now" he tugs his boxers down, freeing his hard cock. your mouth gapes at the sight, his thick and veiny members staring right at you. his tip is furiously red and leaking. you lift yourself up slightly, watching him spit onto his hand and rub it all over him as he positions himself at your entrance. his other hand pushes your knees up as he pushes himself in gently. throwing his head back as he grunts, your warmth and tightness swallowing him in. you arch your back in mixed pain and pleasure, "s-so big"

he chuckles, "i'm not even halfway in, pretty girl" he lets a few seconds pass before moving his hips in rhythm, your skin sticking together. if you haven't forgotten about the camera right now, you might've moaned his name, having practiced it multiple times by yourself. it seems like he had the same thing on his mind, catching the look on your face. "wanna moan my name right now don't you?" he smirks, his strokes getting deeper, making it harder for you to contain yourself as you mewled helplessly under him. "do it, want you to say my name" he breathes out, watching the way your chest rise up and down faster at his words.

"come on, say it" he grunts, the room filling up moans and the sounds of your bodies moving in rhythm. "be a good girl, hm?" and that was your last straw.

"p-patrick" you bit your lip, eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head as he hits your spot over and over again. you swear that you can feel every single on of his veins inside you.

"that's it, that's it pretty girl." he soothes you, grunting at the feeling of your pussy clenching around him. "wanna make you cum. bet these pigs want that too" he glances at your laptop, cock throbbing at the sight of the two of you on the screen. "can i?" he asks as he turns back to you.

you nod, eyes filling with tears and stomach clenching as you feel your climax approaching. your hands pull him in closer, nails leaving marks against his back. he nuzzles himself on your neck, biting and leaving marks all over. you reach up to tug on his curls, "f-fuck, pat. feel so full" he lets out a shaky breath on your skin, thrusts getting sloppier.

you can barely give him a warning as you feel yourself nearly on edge, "p-pat–"

"let it out, it's okay. cum for me, pretty girl. i got you" and you melt instantly in his arms. your back arched and your head thrown back on your pillow, turning limp under his body in seconds. he lets out a low groan as you tighten around him, feeling your fluid coating his cock inside you. he pulls out in a haste, hand wrapping around his base as he moves himself near your face, "wanna cum in your mouth" and so he shoves himself inside of you. immediately you hollow your cheeks and bob your head as you take him in, and he shoots his cum all the way down your throat. eyes on each other as his cock throbs between your plump lips. he pulls out, watching you swallow every bit. "shit, so pretty like this" he takes thumb and wipes the spit on the corner of your mouth.

"your next live is on friday, right?" he pants, completely disregarding how embarrassing it is that he's memorized your schedule at this point. "i'll be here, can't let you do this alone now."

#sorry this took so long i have no excuse #patrick zweig x reader #challengers #patrick zweig #challengers x reader #challengers fic #challengers smut #saintzweig writes ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

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wordsnstuff · 9 months ago

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Hey, so i'm working on my first WIP, and i wanted to ask about drafting. When can one consider their first draft done? Does it have to have the goal word count (ie; 100K), or would being about halfway there be considered a good enough first draft, that i can move on to the second and start editing?

Concluding each stage of the writing process

It's difficult to know when a phase of a writing project has concluded and you're ready to focus on a new objective as it's developing. I tend to approach my writing projects with a clear and uniform trajectory, regardless of how diverse my projects can be. This approach allows me to remain focused, thorough, and reassured that I am covering all my bases in an organized fashion. However, it also maintains space for me to be explorative and intuitive when necessary. In regards to word count, I don't think it's entirely relevant unless you're determined to adhere to strict genre conventions. Give your story the space it needs and not an extra inch.

(Optional) Zero Draft

In this phase, you're telling yourself the story. You're doing it quickly, messily, intuitively, and forgivingly. Explore every idea that glows in the dark for you, don't throw anything away or discount any possibility. Exhaust your imagination in this phase so that when you reach the first draft, you know you're making informed decisions.

First Draft

You're crafting the structure and core elements of the story. This is often the phase of discovery. You're becoming acquainted with your characters and how they interact, you're beginning to feel at home in the world and settings you've built, and you're seeing all sides of the conflict as it evolves. The goal here is settle on a beginning, middle, and end point, and by the end of this process you want to know your characters' motivations and relationships inside and out.

Second Draft

Go back quickly through the first draft and address any points where you got stuck, where you compromised for the sake of carrying on to the end, and fill in any apparent blanks. The first time you really iron something out, there will always be a few pesky creases. This is the time to find and flatten them.

Third Draft

This is where you question everything. Identify and scrutinize your decisions, dive into the "curtains are blue" discussions with yourself, and begin to tidy up things like grammar, clumsy dialogue, over-poured descriptions, and dubious vocabulary. Comb through each paragraph and be brutal, prioritizing clarity and intentionality of how you've told the story.

The Read Through

This is the point where I recommend doing three things:

Letting it rest away from you for 1-3 months so that you can return to it with a bit of unfamiliarity and new perspective.

Hand it off to a couple of trusted readers and give them ample time to read, digest, and craft some feedback

Reread the project once all the way through making no changes (although annotations are acceptable)

Fourth Draft

Finishing touches. Vigorously and meticulously scrub and scrape between the lines and imagine giving it to your worst enemy. If you can imagine any mean (but valid) things they could conceive of to say about it, this is the time to grapple with or fix those details.

Additional Resources

Guide to Drafting

Word Count/Productivity Tracker Spreadsheet

Balancing Detail & Development

Writing The First Chapter

Writing The Middle of Your Story

Powering Through The Zero-Draft Phase

Writing The Last Chapter

Chapter Length

Happy drafting,

x Kate

#writing #writeblr #writing advice #authorblr #writing resources #drafting

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derinthescarletpescatarian · 4 months ago

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hey! I'm pretty new to your stories: currently reading curse words and loving it! (I started the first book with the mindset that I wouldn't be caught enough to miss some real life stuff because of reading... guess what, I missed some real life stuff reading.)

but now I have a question: the books have a pretty intricate plot with a lot of good payoffs for small things. which is very cool from a reader's point of view, but from the writer's one— can you maybe share some stuff about your process? especially in the early stages, how do you go from the initial spark of an idea and what this is about to a fully formed plot? would be cool if you're willing to share

anyway have a great day I'm off to start the third book hehe!

One thing to know about me is that I have just the worst possible imagination. Absolute pisspoor garbage imagination, nothing going on up there. When I want to plot, my process is simple:

Find a problem, then solve it.

Curse Words was born of several disparate story ideas coming together, but mostly I wanted to play with the magic system -- I wanted to write a story where spells were metaphysical parasites that possessed mages, and each mage could only cast their unique spell. The whole thing came about when reading The Princess Bride, specifically the chapter where Buttercup dreams of being a perfect baby and the doctor looking her over and regretfully informing her parents that she was born with mo heart -- I was possessed with this powerful impression of a slightly wacky doctor peering over the top of his rose tinted glasses to inform a pair of parents that their baby had a curse trapped in her heart. From there, it's find the problem, solve the problem.

I wanted to separate Kayden from his family and put him in an unfamiliar environment for the story so that he and the audience would be on a pretty similar level re: world information; isolated magic and a magic school is the easy way to do that. Okay, so why is this school isolated? Why is the curse thing not common knowledge? Why do the public fear curses and have such limited access to magic that it's not a part of Kayden's day-to-day, if it's so useful? Solve the problem; look at the economy. The unique nature of spells makes them difficult to scale up, and the unpredictable nature makes them inferior to technological solutions to problems in most large-scale issues. What does this say about how the Industrial Revolution would've affected the usefulness, and therefore the public perception, of magic? The logical conclusion is the Purity Revolution.

This school is gathering and teaching all these students; why? I wanted a clear division between witches like Kayden and a privileged elite that formed most of the school body; why are they different, how are the elite kids here, why are witches accepted and integrated into the student body? Solve the problem; look at the economy, the politics. Where are these rich kids getting their magic? Why pull in witches? One question answers the other. Why didn't Kayden and Kylie know that curses were spells in advance? Seems something that should be common knowledge. Look at the politics; tie that in. Logical conclusion: magic trap. We have this magic lake with a monster in it that we introduced super early for dramatic purposes and haven't explained yet. What can we do with that? Let's invent empowered water. Let's look at what that means for the creation of potions worldwide. Let's tie in the management of unmanageable spells. Let's elaborate on the structure our magic trap.

Now we have a channel of power. Curses parasitise witches; some are blessings, some are more trouble than they're worth. The school collects curses, domesticates them, makes them more useful, locks away or renders harmless that which it cannot make use of. More curses are collected over time, the school grows and grows and Refujeyo becomes stronger and stronger as they control more of the world's magic supply, but every system has a capacity. What's the effect of this infinite growth? Here we have a clear and unavoidable economic metaphor, so obvious that not centreing the story on this concept would basically be dishonest. Who's managing this collection, what does it say about the power of the school within mage society? How would such a school relate to the rest of Refujeyo; how would Refujeyo, collecting power like this, relate to and be viewed by other magical traditions, and by nonmagical society? Run through the reasoning, solve the problem.

Why would the school only approach Kayden as a teenager, after his curse caused problems? Surely the school would want to collect as many curses as if could as early as possible. There has to be a reason why they waited. This is a good one because it flows directly from the complex political relationships between Refujeyo and commonfolk politics that have to exist, AND ties neatly into critical character motivations that have to exist for book 1's main twist to function (notably, Malas Aksoy's actions). Sort this out for book 1 and accidentally create a critical political point for the rest of the entire series.

I started writing book 1 with the idea of the court case and subsequent twist about Kayden's curse being the big mystery, but Kayden still needs something to actually do at school. We have this mage who we threw in to rescue Kayden and Kylie from the lake, and had Max hero worship her for flavour; she seems to be becoming central to a lot of interactions for some reason. A lot of dramatic stuff is therefore automatically happening in her presence, but why is this incredibly accomplished and intelligent mage fucking up so much? We've established her as careful and thorough. We need a reason for all these accidents beyond random chance. Someone's sabotaging her -- why? Let's look at our established characters and figure out who has means and motive, and who the most fun red herrings would be.

How could a place like Refujeyo, such a complex and time-consuming project that would have to involve the cooperation of so very many mages, even get built? How would it survive long enough to be powerful? When and where did this happen? We've already established the Purity Revolution; maybe there was something more coordinated than just random undirected economic forces. We've established some incredibly powerful mage families and the old system of apprenticeship and inheritance; we know that the most powerful family in Refujeyo used to have a prophecy and owned a very powerful place that helps prophecies specifically. They could coordinate something, given enough motivation and the help of enough other powerful mages. What kind of motivation? Let's go back to the Purity Revolution. If tech develops alongside magic without central oversight of some kind, what could magic enhance? What problems could be foreseen that would make this kind of investment worth it? How does Refujeyo save the world?

Tie this into our power channel. Refujeyo's attempt to save the world endangers the world due to infinite growth and power being passively collected by those who benefit from the dangerous status quo. It fits our economy metaphor, because they're essentially the same thing, just putting in magic instead of money as a means of power.

Find a problem, then solve it.

The important thing with this method is to keep your solutions cohesive. If you come up with a new different reason for every thing, your plot will look scattered and disorganised. We don't want to look like we're just pulling the story out of our arse. I mean, we are pulling the story out of our arse, that's what writing fiction is, but it's a big part of our job to help our audience suspend their disbelief on that. Whenever possible, you should look for answers that solve multiple things and weave disparate parts of the story together; this is especially true when they relate to the core plot or central theme of your story.

Also, leave gaps for reader inference. You don't have to answer every single question, you just need to make sure that some plausible answer exists for every single question. Sometimes this involves saying less, not more, and letting the audience figure it out.

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harmonysanreads · 4 days ago

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Yandere Dr Ratio truly is delicious🤭 there are endless possibilities with him. He is truly underrated 🫠

Hi Lavandula!

I do get why Yandere Ratio isn't widely explored. Ratio isn't really the ‘typical’ Yandere. He won't respond in the same way towards intense feelings as others due to how developed he is when it comes to himself. Characters who are morally gray and towards that end of the spectrum usually make better Yanderes. Ratio's motivations and overall role can make it difficult to imagine him in that light.

Dr. Ratio, to me, is like the study of Logic personified — even more so than Alhaitham. Logic attempts to advance closer towards ‘truth’ by bringing something inherently abstract (thoughts) in tangible constructs. Something about that reminds me a lot about Ratio's mission. You'd think that the man would be extremely pessimistic about the future based on how he speaks, but surprise surprise, he's the exact opposite. Almost as if he experienced it all first-hand.

There is a fun overlap I noticed while studying him (alongside Sunday and Aventurine), although I'm not sure if this is just a coincidence. If you think back to all the questions Sunday proposes about humanity and then rewatch the exchange Ratio has with Screwllum at the end of Crown of the Mundane and Divine — you'll notice that the answers have been there all along.

The words themselves don't matter much, it's the manner, the casual certainty in his tone that gives them meaning. In many cases, Ratio is that man who's already passed many of the struggles of life and is attempting to help others in his very Dr. Ratio way. I sometimes joke that the more issues a character has, the better Yandere they make. If we just take that seriously for a second, compare it to Ratio's significant lack of issues (at present) in comparison to some other characters, I think it makes sense why he's a bit complicated.

One of the perks of Yandere Ratio in my opinion is that, he can work well with almost any kind of darling. Perhaps you're intellectually driven like him, maybe your world views are drastically different from his. Maybe you carry yourself in a certain way, respond to the world around you in a manner that piques his interest. The problem-solving instincts kick in whenever he's observing you.

Or maybe you're quite dumb, constantly walk straight into problems that could've easily been avoided had you just thought twice. Ratio can't stand idiocy, you see. He must treat this malady himself before the worst case scenario comes true.

He's a victim of cuteness aggression when it comes to you, more than you'd think and I will not be taking criticisms here. It's not difficult to break down emotions to their atomic structures in order to avoid processing them, but you make even that a task. He acts so dignified and self-assured all the time, but the moment you commit the greatest offence in his presence (read : being nice to him) — he's going to be thinking about it all month.

The rush of feelings is unfamiliar at best, counterproductive at worst. The thoughts he eventually starts to have are concerning. Distancing himself from you doesn't work, his weird behavior may temporarily make you avoid him. But, he doesn't like that either and oh goodness, the insecurities that surge forward when you're being happy in others' company.

Ignorance may be the disease that plagues most of the universe, but there is something far vicious, obstinate and perplexing that has grasped the great doctor. And he isn't quite certain if he wants to cure himself of it.

#someone said ratio is the socrates of hyv in a video essay and i have not been able to get it out of my head since #because when you think about it... it makes sense #ratio has like half of the screentime aventurine and sunday has but what they show us is just the tip of the iceberg #huge props to whoever wrote him honestly #lavandulawrites #yandere dr ratio #yandere dr ratio x reader #yandere hsr #yandere hsr x reader #yandere honkai star rail #yandere honkai star rail x reader

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librarycards · 3 months ago

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do you have any tips for making reading more accessible for people with attention / focus issues and low energy? i feel like whenever i try to read, i'm missing huge chunks of information or otherwise not reading as closely as i would like due to having adhd, and it discourages me from reading entirely.

ty for the question! I've addressed this in some ways here and here, but i'm also listing some quick bullet points for both pleasure / leisure reading and for more intentional reading (it's important to have both in your life!)

intentional reading: citation managers, esp. Zotero, are your friend. Read slowly and annotate. annotation forces your brain to get out of skim-mode and really think about what you need to remember from a given passage! it's best to do this when you're not on a deadline, because you can take all of the time you need.

intentional reading: for many people, print is the only way they can read intentionally, as digital is too distracting. try printing readings or using only paper books, and get physical with them - colored highlighters and pens, post it notes, etc. physical engagement helps a lot! write in your books!

intentional reading and leisure reading: if you're worried about not retaining information, try doing a quick mental summary after every x number of pages, or every chapter, etc. like, okay, if your friend asked "what happened in chapter 3" what would you say? I do this all the time, especially when i'm reading more intricately plotted scifi/fantasy with lots of unfamiliar words/names, as i get confused. if it's a very popular book with existing summaries, you can also read a chapter summary after finishing a chapter and make connections/go back to places you didn't understand. this is the best use of sparknotes and similar services, imo.

for leisure reading: you're reading for fun, so make your environment as comfy as possible. do you have a drink or snack with you? do you have your annotation materials close? make reading as convenient as possible so that you don't have to interrupt your time.

if you're busy or work with your hands, try an audiobook! you can speed it up or slow it down, depending on your brain's processing speed. [i listen to mine on 2x speed (narrator accent permitting) bc i'm a maniac.]. for a lot of people, stimming while reading helps them stay focused, so if you stim by knitting/doing something with both hands, audio might be for you.

for leisure and intentional reading, especially if the book is very difficult, you can try listening to an audiobook while reading a physical copy! if you're in college and have accommodations, you might be able to get audio copies of otherwise unavailable books through disability services.

lastly, for leisure reading: don't be afraid to start basic. there's kind of a novella boom happening right now, and a lot of books below 200 pages getting the recognition they deserve (if people want, i can make a recs post for short books?). if you can read ten pages a day, you can finish a 200 page book in less than 3 weeks, which is a lot more encouraging than picking up a 600 page tome. if you want to start smaller, try 5 pages! some people assume that they need to read a ton immediately, but what matters is that you're enjoying it and getting something from it. Quality >>>>> quantity.

Let me know if this is helpful/if you have any other questions! Good luck and happy reading :)

#reading #ask #anonymous #disability

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juuuulez · 1 year ago

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about the negan requests i don’t know if they’re still open but img i’ve been craving father!negan so bad recently i cantttt

i was just thinking like imagine how protective he’d be like he’d do anything for you and i’m imagining him killing people for you like if you were caught or taken for being his daughter and then bam he kills everyone. UGH i can’t hes so dad 💔💔

obv if you’re not up for it ignore this but i’d love to read it thabk you queen good night ❤️

info: Negan x Daughter! Reader, platonic hurt/comfort, kidnapping, torture, choking, omg sorry this was dark, but also sooo cute, he is father.

summary: After his daughter is kidnapped, Negan kills to get her back.

you are SO RIGHT he is absolutely so dad

i’ve left it open to interpretation, so you can decide if you’re his actual daughter or just a found family/adopted situation like my capulet series

this was soooo much fun to write, it got lowkey dark but i’ve been needing something grimy

“This isn’t going to work the way you think it will.”

You were currently trying to convince your stubborn captor that this whole kidnapping thing wasn’t going to play out well.

After a supply run gone wrong, you’d been taken by a member of a rival group, with the intention of getting leverage against the Saviours. Simultaneously, they attempted to get some cooperation out of you, figuring there was no better ransom than a begging daughter.

It was this strange, metal contraption. You were chained to a chair, by the hands and feet. A steel collar was fixed around your neck, with a rotating knob at the back, which upon movement, lessened the circumference, tightening the metal collar around your neck.

Because of this, you held little control of the situation. Your captor knew this, refusing to give in to your half-assed reasoning.

“I dunno, darlin’,” He chimed, the nickname sounding gross on an unfamiliar tongue, “I think this is workin’ pretty well.”

The man moves behind you, twisting the metal fidget, letting the collar close in on your neck. In response, you lift your head to try and gain any extra room, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to even breathe.

“Now, speak into the mic, babe. Make it sound genuine, we wanna really rile ‘em up.”

When you don’t respond, refusing to plead for your life, to be reduced to begging, he only tightens the contraption. You let out a strained noise, chewing down on your bottom lip, trying to breathe through your nose in hopes of staying conscious.

A burly hand comes into vision, clasping your nostrils closed, completely cutting off your airway. The knob ticks over a few more inches to the right, the sensation now becoming outright painful, harsh metal cutting into your flesh.

It’s all starting to get a little spotty, but you stand your ground. Last time, you’d passed out, and the process had simply started again from the beginning. But this wouldn’t wear you out. You were stronger, at least, you hoped you were.

Luckily, there’s the distant smash of glass, a whirr and pop noise wizzing past your face, eyes still clenched closed. Everything goes fuzzy, dark spots invading your vision, even as the silence erupts into groans of pain.

Your captor lays on the floor, bullet wound to the shoulder. One hand clasps the gun at his side, only for another shot to land right through his meaty wrist. There’s a slight commotion, but it all sounds like distant mumbles, drowned out by a cotton-like blanket of distortion.

“Load ‘em up. I’ll deal with him back home.”

The voice is familiar, but you don’t have the capacity to understand, still teetering on the edge of consciousness. Then, the confines around your neck are loosened, and suddenly you’re granted access to air again.

It’s all too much, too fast, the sharp inhale only worsening your dizzy state. You yank at your hands, wanting to soothe the painful gash along your neck, but find that the metal brackets still restrain your wrists.

“Hey, hey. Just breathe for me, baby-girl. Can you focus on that?”

Warm hands on your face, are the first thing you notice. Holding you still, so your head doesn’t slump over. You mentally note the absence of gloves, but don’t know what to do with this information, otherwise simply comforted by the air of safety provided.

Your vision comes back slowly, still all fuzzy at the edges, but you can make out what’s important. Negan, in front of you, kneeling. One hand is holding your face still, the other working at the cuffs on your wrists and ankles.

He’s bloody.

So, so bloody. It’s stained all over his leather jacket and jeans, splattered up his arms, likely the reason behind removing the gloves. Some is even on the side of his face, colouring the slight greyish hue of his stubble red.

It all snaps back to you in an instant, like suddenly you’ve gained awareness, fully conscious of everything that’s just happened.

You twist your head around, searching for the body of your captor, only to spot a bloody streak across the concrete floor. “Where is he?” You ask, breathless, throat all raspy and sore from being choked.

“Shh, it’s okay. He’s gone. Dwight’s putting him in the van,” Negan assures you, helping to shift you out of the metal chair, figuring your legs would hurt from being confined. “Wanna know what I’ll do to him?”

You find yourself nodding, head coming down to rest on Negan’s shoulder. He smooths his hand over your hair, nails gently scratching at your scalp, brushing the strands back. His other hand rests on your knees, trying to help stretch your muscles after being confined for so long.

“I’m gonna cut his tongue out, and let him choke on the blood,” Negan whispers into your ear, “Then, Lucille’s gonna smash every bone in his body, starting from the feet. Might leave just his head behind. Throw it out into the yard with the other walkers.”

It’s surprisingly relaxing, like you’re being told a quiet story, or a lullaby. Suddenly, the concrete floor is the most comfortable thing you’ve ever sat on, and even the stench of blood isn’t of concern. It’s all perfect.

“You’ll let me help?” You ask, a hopeful lilt to your tired voice.

Negan runs his hand down to your neck, thumb rubbing over the deep bruise marred over your skin. “No, baby. We’ll get you home and into bed. Let me handle this.”

You can’t find the strength to protest, not opposed to the idea of curling up in bed. Everything still felt hazy, and you were all lightheaded, so you doubted that you’d be much help, anyway.

So, Negan lifts you up into his arms, subsequently getting blood all over your clothes. Not that it mattered, anyway. You didn’t mind.

Having somebody who loves you enough to kill was plenty.

#negan smith x reader #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader #twd x you #negan smith #the walking dead #negan smith x you

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forever and always

ft. sebastian sallow with f!reader (one-shot)

themes: angst, fluff, childhood friends to lovers, porn with plot, slow burn, mutual pining, hurt to comfort, aged-up characters (21+), reader is not mc

warning: nsfw, smut, not spoiler-free, loss of virginity, mild depictions of injury, unedited, not proofread

summary: both you and sebastian are aurors who had just completed a mission. however, sebastian was wounded in the process, and the two of you decided to stay in an inn for the night to treat his wounds and get some rest. unfortunately, there’s only one vacant room left with one bed.

word count: 5.2k

a/n: didn’t expect it to turn out pretty long, but i’ll just casually drop this load of filth right here.

masterlist || AO3 cross-post

“What in Merlin’s name were you thinking?!”

Sebastian winced as you cleaned a nasty gash on his chest with a soft cloth soaked in Wiggenweld Potion. In that moment, he wasn’t exactly sure which was worse: the physical stinging pain on his chest, your scalding tone, or the fact that you being angry somehow made you a bit more attractive than usual (not that you weren’t in the first place). You pointed your wand at his wound, muttering an unfamiliar spell: the wound stitched itself back with a translucent, silver thread coming from the tip of your wand. He gave you an appreciative grin while you glowered at him half-heartedly.

“The next time you pull that sort of stunt ever again, I will NOT help you with your wounds, Sebastian!” you huffed angrily, placing the soiled cloth into a bowl filled with water. You headed towards the bathroom to clean up while Sebastian stared at your retreating figure, a fond smile gracing his lips.

It has always been like this eversince the two of you became friends: kind and gentle (Y/N) always worrying about his wellbeing and being a mother hen whenever he got hurt. You’ve been friends with him and Anne eversince early childhood: the three of you were born in Feldcroft and have been living there for as long as you could remember, while Ominis joined your little group during your first year in Hogwarts. All four of you were sorted into Slytherin and were inseparable as a group. Throughout your years as friends, you were aware of Sebastian's penchant for getting himself into trouble and danger, and with how reckless he gets, you made it one of your many missions to study all sorts of healing spells out of concern for the boy. You always looked out for all of your friends, especially Sebastian. It was an oath you had personally took upon yourself.

However, Sebastian's friendship with you wasn’t always smooth.

The end of 4th year was the start of the worst of his Hogwarts years: with Anne being cursed, Sebastian wasn’t the best person to interact with in general. You tried to help Anne of course, conniving with Sebastian by sneaking into the restricted section together with him and retrieving book after book. You had also asked your mother, who was a healer, to help with Anne's case. Unfortunately, you ended up on the receiving end of Sebastian's misplaced anger when you delivered the grave news he wasn’t ready to hear.

“I'm sorry, Sebastian. My mother tried everything. Anne can't be healed.”

“How could you say that, (Y/N)?! It’s either you’re not trying enough, or you don’t care about Anne enough!”

“That’s not--”

“I'd rather be with someone who’ll be more useful in finding a cure. So, if you’d excuse me, I have a book to read.”

He despised himself for saying such things, but his pride was a difficult pill to swallow. He steered clear from you during 5th year, opting to befriend the new 5th year student instead. It was all for Anne - he thought that the mysterious new student would be the key to finding the cure that Anne needs. At least, that’s what he merely tells himself out of his own miserable denial: during his absence from your life, it was rumored that you had began dating Garreth Weasley, so he decided to date the new student out of spite. It hurt him a lot: seeing you give the same warmth towards Garreth. But of course, being the insufferable prick he was at that time, he’d maintain the façade and pride of being in a relationship with the strongest student in their year.

Then everything just spirals out of control eversince he went into Salazar Slytherin's scriptorium. He had already lost you to someone else, and to further add fuel to the fire, he lost himself to his own madness, ended up murdering his uncle in the heat of the moment, his twin sister refuses to talk to him, his brother-like friendship with Ominis became strained, and his “significant other” breaks up with him after the school year when they no longer needed him.

He deserved it all - he was stubborn, manipulative, and cruel. He couldn’t argue with that fact, yet you still took him in without any hesitation despite everything he had done.

It was during the first summer that he didn’t have Anne nor his uncle around - the time when he was graced with a slight glimmer of hope in making things right. Ominis was with him in their cottage in Feldcroft as usual, casually reading a book with his wand while lounging on one of the vacant beds. Sebastian was about to prepare their dinner when someone knocked on the door. Upon opening it, Sebastian was shocked to see you standing before him, holding a small pot of warm food.

“... Thought the two of you might be hungry, so I made extra.”

Sebastian teared up.

“(Y/N), I-”

You merely shook your head.

“Eat. We can talk all about it tomorrow,” you said, handing over the pot to Sebastian. “Also, I’m sorry about what happened.”

Sebastian watched you as you headed back to your home. He glanced at the pot he was holding, his heart twisting with both guilt and a slight relief. You had extended an olive branch towards him even if he was supposed to be the one who had to do it, and he felt ashamed yet thankful at the same time. Needless to say, Ominis was rather confused with Sebastian’s behavior, who was sniffling while eating their dinner that evening.

The brunette male chuckled to himself at the fond memory, but was soon snapped out of his reverie when he heard footsteps towards him. You grabbed a blanket and one of the pillows, heading over to the furniture-less spot in the room.

“You’re sleeping on the floor?” Sebastian bemusedly asked.

“Why yes, I am. You need the bed more than I do. You’re hurt.”

“I was hurt, (Y/N), but I’m fine now thanks to you. We’ve always shared beds when we had sleepovers, so what’s the fuss now?”

“We were children back then, Sebastian. I'm actually a grown woman now, in case you haven’t noticed?”

“Well then, I'll sleep on the floor instead. Can’t have a grown woman sleeping on the floor now, can I?”

You sighed in exasperation, slightly throwing your hands up in disbelief as Sebastian stood up, striding towards you.

“It’s either I sleep on the floor, or you sleep on the bed with me,” he interrupted before you could even protest against him. You swore you saw his lip twitch slightly into a teasing smirk, causing you to shoot him an irritated glare.

“OW!”

Sebastian rubbed the spot on his arm you just violently pinched, a grin still gracing his face triumphantly regardless of the pain as you sat on the other side of the bed. You were blushing furiously, grumbling about how stupidly inconvenient it was that the current room they were staying in for the night was the only vacant room left in this inn while Sebastian plopped right onto his side of the king-sized bed.

The night was still young, but the both of you were too exhausted with your recently finished mission of retrieving several smuggled dark artifacts from dark wizards. Sebastian was lying face up, staring at the decrepit ceiling of the room while you were laying on your side with your back facing him, quickly falling into a deep slumber due to fatigue. He turned towards you, staring at your back as his mind wandered back to what had occurred earlier.

You almost got hit by a slicing spell - the spell that Sebastian had voluntarily shielded you from at the very last minute. And there you were, chiding him about almost getting killed for saving you.

Sebastian's fist clenched in silent worry as his eyes remained glued to your sleeping form. The thought of you being fatally injured or worse was undoubtedly his worst fear in this line of work - the both of you being Aurors and as a duo in assigned missions certainly had its perks, but a part of him couldn’t bear to stomach that you, his beloved (Y/N), always had death looming over you. You never were the combative type - you were a healer, not a soldier, yet regardless of that, you’d still accompany him to the ends of the earth to at least make sure he’s alive. It brought a twinge of pain within his chest the more he thought about all that you’ve done, and he hopes that he’d be blessed enough to repay you for your never-ending grace towards him.

Thankfully, your friendship with Sebastian had been mended for the most part these past few years. The bond was fixed somehow, yes - but it was never fully intact. Despite the both of you constantly being in each other’s company because of work, it’s as if you’re always separated from him by some sort of distance he couldn’t quite explain. Even within this small room, Sebastian feels a wash of longing despite you just being an arm’s length away from him. Is it because of the guilt of him pushing you away in the past; the fear of hurting you once again; or the fact that the both of you are always mere inches away from death so there’s no guarantee if one of you would be even alive the next day?

Several soft sniffles could be heard from you as you shifted around, turning to face him.

“(Y/N)...?”

No response. Sebastian scooted slightly closer, finding a glistening wet trail at your nose bridge. Hesitancy took a hold on him - you were crying in your sleep. He hated seeing that more than anything, and that hate was further amplified by the fact that he didn’t know how to even help you with it without transgressing the invisible emotional boundaries between you and him. He placed his hand on your arm, causing you to stir from your slumber, your eyelids fluttering open.

“Seb...?”

His breath hitched at the old childhood nickname: you hadn’t called him that eversince he pushed you away. Gone were his reservations of keeping a respectable emotional distance from you - not when you said his name in such a soft, vulnerable tone after so long. Warmth enveloped you, snapping you out of your sleepiness. Sebastian had wrapped an arm over you, his palm resting at the back of your head as he pushed you closer towards him. You were about to protest against his actions and push him away, until he murmured his long-repressed wishes in a broken, pleading manner.

“Please just- Let’s stay like this. Even for a while. Merlin, I missed you so much, (Y/N). Please...”

You couldn’t say no to that. Hell, you could never say no to him.

You succumb to the comfort and safety given by the man you’ve always loved eversince the both of you were children, reciprocating the hug by wrapping an arm around his waist while burying your face into his chest. You recalled the innocent sleepovers that you, Sebastian, Anne, and Ominis usually had back in the Sallow’s cottage - they were truly gems of memories that you held dear in your heart: the times when your circle was still intact, carefree, and blissful. Sebastian would often hug you like this especially when you had nightmares, and his warmth often lulled you into the best, uninterrupted slumbers. You could’ve cried in relief being in his arms once again, but you decided against it.

He didn’t need any more sources of problems: not when he’s still in a turmoil of guilt, trauma, and the incapability of forgiving himself for what he did as a naïve teenage boy. You would’ve felt horrible if you were to sandwich your pent-up romantic feelings for him into the fray. Sometimes you wished you could rid him from all of this pain deep down, but alas, your healing prowess is only applicable to physical wounds, not mental and emotional ones.

This moment, however, albeit it being a moment of vulnerability with the both of you just lying in each other’s arms, it was truly a test of both of your mental and emotional fortitude. Both of your respective scents engulfed each other’s senses: dizzyingly pleasant, familiar, and comforting, driving you both closer and closer to the edge of self-control. The questions that raced within Sebastian's mind earlier were now getting less and less hazy as he looked at your once tear-stricken face, cupping it while his thumb gave featherlike caresses on your cheek.

Yes, he felt guilty for pushing you away in the past. Yes, he feared breaking your heart once again. Yes, he feared your possible untimely death that could happen anytime. But that’s not the primary source of his painful longing this entire time.

It was because he loves you from the start: heads over heels in love to the point he’d unconsciously steer you away from anything that would be cruel enough to steal the light that gave you so much life. He wanted to protect you from everything that would reduce you into ruins - most especially himself. He loves you to the point where it hurts.

But with you staring at his eyes with the same sense of brokenness and unspoken yearnings, the bubbling desire he had feared and suppressed had finally broken through the walls of his self-control.

He captured your lips with his, inhibitions evidently thrown out of the window as you returned the kiss with equal fervor. Sebastian felt his mind blank out as the kiss became more and more frantic, desperately pulling you in closer to feel you against his body. You gasped for air as the both of you pulled away, gazing at each other’s blown-out eyes. Sebastian trailed his thumb on your lips, admiring your messily breathless and dazed form - even in such an unkempt state, you were still so fucking beautiful.

“This is your last chance to stop me, (Y/N),” Sebastian murmured with a hint of seriousness in his tone. “I don’t think I’d be able to stop myself if we continue.”

You leaned towards him, giving him a peck of reassurance on his red, flushed lips.

“Then don’t,” you breathed out.

Sebastian felt his last remaining trace of self-doubt disintegrate as soon as you whispered those saccharine words with so much pent-up desire. He smiled, gently locking his lips upon yours once more, relishing in your addicting taste. Having you in his arms like this felt so right - you were so utterly pliant, obedient, and needy for him. His hand reached the back of your head, yanking your hair to expose your dainty neck, peppering kisses along your jugular. Your felt yourself shudder, closing your eyes as you indulged in Sebastian's ministrations.

You yelped as Sebastian climbed on top of you, not breaking the onslaught of his desperate, wet, open-mouthed kisses on your poor neck. He wedged his knee in between your legs, prying them apart. A mewl tore out of your mouth as he nipped on your neck, suckling on the spot and leaving a blooming, purplish red mark on your once unblemished skin. Sebastian growled as he began unbuttoning your blouse while you sat up to meet his lips in yet another fiery kiss, ridding him of his top as well with shaky, eager hands.

Sebastian yanked the undone clothing off your frame, baring you topless before his hungry gaze. He attached his mouth on your chest right below your clavicle while you straddled him, his arm wrapping around your waist in response to keep you firmly in place. Voluntarily, you maneuvered your hips in a slow, grinding manner on the painfully obvious tent on his pants, earning a pleasured hiss from the brunette as your lips descended upon his, tongues melding with each other in an open-mouthed kiss.

“F-Fuck (Y/N)...!” he panted in between exchanges of depraved kisses, gripping your waist as you pushed yourself down harder on him, controlling the movement of your hips to a faster pace. You let out a shaky groan, feeling the agonizing texture of your growingly wet undergarments sticking on your sensitive core. The aching between your legs grew hot and unbearable, and this was barely even the start of the sheer debauchery the both of you were going to partake in for the night.

Sebastian left a trail of kisses downwards from your lips all the way to your chest while removing your bra in the process. Your chest heaved in pleasure as he took one of your nipples to his mouth, swirling his tongue on the sensitive nub while his other free hand pinched and twisted the other. A cry of pleasure erupted from your bitten-red lips as he gently gave the nub a gentle bite and soothing the pain off by smoothing his tongue and giving it a teasing suck. Sebastian smirked as you let out another loud moan while he gave your other nipple the similar brutal yet pleasurable treatment. At this point, he felt his pants getting soaked from the outside, causing his still concealed member to twitch in anticipation as he felt beads of precum leaking from his tip. Despite the layers of clothing still separating your core from his member, he still felt how deliciously wet you are for him, and he wondered how soaked you truly are beneath all that remaining clothing left. The thought alone made him salivate.

He liked this. He liked having this particular sort of power over you - you had no choice but to just keep taking all the pleasure he’s inflicting upon your sensitively submissive body. A sense of impatience soon took a hold of him, causing him to throw you on the bed, frantically unbuttoning your pants and pulling the garment off your body harshly. Your face flushed in shame at the sudden exposure, instinctively shutting your legs close. A glint of possessiveness was evident in Sebastian's eyes as he pried your legs apart, staring at your translucent, soaked-through undergarments.

Your heart was thrumming frenziedly in your chest both out of embarrassment and want, covering your poor blushing face as Sebastian peeled the last remaining article of clothing away from your body. He firmly kept your legs apart as he brought his face closer to your wet aching core, watching it clench around nothingness. Sebastian's brain was completely fried, taking in both the heady scent and lewd sight of your most delicate spot.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet.” he rasped, spreading the lips of your pussy before licking a long, wet stripe along your slit. Your back arched, your mouth hanging ajar in a silent moan as heightened pleasures consumed your being for the very first time.

“So fucking sexy.”

Lick.

“So fucking good for me.”

Sebastian kept murmuring praises in between licks, the sinful sounds of slurping, mewls, and groans filling the room as he licked up your honeypot like a starved man. Your legs trembled as he continued his relentless actions, alternating from licking and prodding at your weeping hole using solely his tongue. You felt a single digit rub against your slit, coating itself with your essence before slipping inside your cavern.

However, you let out a hiss of pain, causing Sebastian to abruptly stop.

“Are you alright?” he asked. The question itself made you blush.

“I don’t really know how to say this but...”

“But...?”

“... It’s my first time, so...” you meekly said, avoiding eye contact from the half-naked male in front of you. Sebastian's eyes widened in realization.

Oh. You’re a virgin.

That fact alone caused a switch to flip within the male as his eyes darkened with carnal desire.

Animalistic, feral thoughts consumed Sebastian as he spat on your hole aggressively, the lewd action causing you to whimper in delight. He slowly reinserted his finger inside your tight hole, his hot breath fanning over your clitoris as he partook an experimental lick on the sensitive bud. You writhed instinctively, a pleasantly fiery and toe-curling sensation coursing through your veins as you sobbed in pleasure. The mild pain was slowly subsiding as your body responded to the intensity of his foreplay. You were absolutely dripping, and the sheets you laid on now had a wet patch of your juices. One of your hands attempted to grip Sebastian's hair to pry him off your delicate spots, but he had caught your wrist before you could do so, pinning it down on the bed harshly as he continued the deliciously brutal abuse of your pussy and clitoris using his fingers and tongue. He inserted another finger, groaning at how tight your walls felt around his digits.

Oh, to have his cock inside you - the thought alone made Sebastian rut his hips while he relentlessly flicked his tongue against your sensitive pearl.

Your throat felt dry as you moaned uncontrollably, tears prickling your eyes as your pleasure-driven sobs and cries egged Sebastian to his hasten his pacing, causing your insides to twitch in profane delight. He curled his fingers upwards and suckle on the ball of nerve, occasionally swirling his tongue around it. Your legs began to shudder violently at the frenzy of pleasure coursing through your stimulated body, your toes curling as you cried pathetically, begging Sebastian to slow down his ministrations - a request which fell into deaf ears.

And just like that, you had your very first orgasm.

Tremors coursed throughout your body as you came down from your high as Sebastian slowly retracted his fingers from your pussy, staring into your eyes as he licked the soaked digits - a sight that made your already abused pussy clench wantonly. He got off the bed, his hands reaching for the waistband of his pants as he unbuttoned it, pulling the article of clothing off along with his underwear. Your eyes remained fixed on his as he climbs back on top of you, resting your eagle-spread thighs on his as he prodded the blunt head of his cock on your virgin hole. You gasped at the sensation as he teasingly rubbed the tip along your slit, juices trickling down from your hole. Curiously, you looked down at his appendage with bleary, pleasure-filled eyes.

Oh Merlin. He's fucking girthy.

You swore you almost drooled at the sight despite the worry at the back of your mind if his cock would even fit in your tight virgin hole. Sebastian leaned in for an oddly gentle kiss despite his prior eagerness and vigor. He languidly licks and suckles on your tongue, grinding his cock on your bare pussy as he groped one of your breasts and trailed his other hand on your thigh. You felt so fucking sensitive under him, your body twitching in delight as you received his raw, carnal adoration.

Sebastian, however, was having second thoughts deep down hence the sudden gentleness. He was sure his cock was going to fucking break you with how insanely tight you are, and he didn’t want both of your first times to just be about his own pleasure alone. With how utterly feral he was in the moment, he doesn’t trust himself enough to not go ballistic the moment his cock is completely sheathed within your warmth. Prying his lips away from yours, he nuzzled the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.

“Get on top of me,” he whispered, giving a brief peck on the damp, sweaty skin of your neck. Sebastian sat beside you, his back leaning against the headboard of the bed, snaking an arm around your waist as you straddled him. The both of you gazed at each other, eyes filled with both lust and love, leaning in for another breathy exchange of kisses.

“I love you, (Y/N). I love you so fucking much.”

Sebastian’s frantic, whispered confession against your lips made your heart soar as you sighed against his plump lips, cupping his cheek as he stared into your (e/c) eyes.

“I love you too, Seb. I’m all yours. Only yours.”

Sebastian hummed in response as he nuzzled your neck. He reached for his thick, leaking appendage as you raised your hips, placing your hands on his broad shoulders to stabilize yourself. He spat on his hand and coated his member with his saliva before rubbing the glistening red tip along your slit to further lubricate it as much as he could. He looked up at you, while you meekly nodded in approval. He positioned the head towards your hole while you lowered yourself slowly, engulfing him within your delicate, wet flower.

You gasped in both pain and pleasure as his cock split you open, burying itself inside your pussy inch by inch while Sebastian’s breath quickened, his hands gripping your hips almost painfully as his self-control threatened to slip away with how heavenly your walls felt. His eyebrows furrowed in both concentration and intense pleasure - it took all of his remaining willpower to not thrust himself up into your warm, inviting hole as he peppered your exposed skin with kisses, mapping his hands across every inch of your exposed skin as he steadied his breathing. You let out a cry of pleasure the moment you buried his cock all the way to the hilt, his smooth tip kissing your cervix.

You gave an experimental roll with your hips, causing a whimper to erupt from your lips while Sebastian’s breath hitched in response, bringing his hands to grip the curves of your ass. He guided your hips in a slow, grinding motion, allowing you to get accustomed to his size. The initial burning sensation of the intrusion was melting away as your body succumbed into the pleasure, your juices flowing from your hole the more stimulation you received. You reached for your clitoris, gently rubbing it as you threw your head back, gasping at the amplified sensations that made your thighs quiver in delight.

Sebastian bit his lip at the sight of you pleasuring yourself while he guided your hips, the shameless image burned in his memory for good. You started bouncing up and down his cock - a telltale sign that the pain had already dissipated as you began to lose yourself into lustful desire. Instinctively, he bucked his hips up, earning an eager whine followed by a string of pleasure-drunk babbles from your lips as you rubbed your clit harder.

“Oh f-fuck! You feel so good. Please, please- Just like that...!”

Despite your wanton pleas, Sebastian lifted you off his lap, causing you to whine at the absence of his cock inside you. You were suddenly pushed down the mattress rather harshly, a gasp escaping from your lips as Sebastian grabbed one of your ankles, throwing your leg above his shoulder while his other hand had two of your wrists pinned right above your head. He slammed his cock back inside your pussy, the both of you groaning in unison at the delicious friction.

Passionate moans spilled from your lips as Sebastian rammed his hips against yours, setting a viciously mind-melting pace. The squelching sounds of your bodily fluids alongside the repetitive slapping of wet skin caused your head to spin in delight, your mind in a mania of sinful indulgence. You were utterly helpless and at his mercy, and you fucking loved it. Sebastian's eyes drank the sight before him: your naked body covered with a sheen of sweat, skin littered with multiple hickeys, bitten-red lips, a fucked-out expression, and your legs spread out nice and wide just for him. Only him.

Sebastian freed your wrists, leaning back as his fingers grazed against your swollen-red pearl, rubbing it in circles. A high-pitched whine bubbled from your lips as your hands gripped the sheets, your knuckles turning white. As soon as he started the onslaught of his rough thrusts once again, your mind blanked out as his cock head brushed against a certain, spongy spot within your pussy.

“Fuck! R-right there!” you cried out, your chest heaving in desperation as you clawed at his arm. Your thighs began to quiver once again, causing Sebastian to smirk knowingly as your eyes rolled back in sheer unadulterated bliss.

“Please, please- oh fuck, Sebastian!” you babbled, drool trickling down your chin mindlessly as your remaining bits of sanity began to slip away. Sebastian chuckled darkly at your depravity, leaning forward to brutally assault your poor neck with marks once again.

“Go on, pretty girl. Cum for me,” he groaned against your ear, causing a high-pitched moan to suddenly erupt from your throat. Your walls tightened around his member as he growled, rubbing your clit as you rode your high. Globs of your essence spilled from your hole, coating Sebastian’s cock with a translucent, milky substance.

Despite just having your release, Sebastian was still slamming his cock in and out of your hole, chasing his high while continuing with the abuse of your sensitive spots. Your eyes rolled back as one of his hands wrapped around your neck in a gentle grip, broken whimpers escaping your lips. Sebastian groaned as you gasped for air while tears of pleasure ran down your flushed cheeks - the debauched image of you so utterly broken and cock-drunk solely for him caused his member to twitch inside you as he quickened his pace, tipping him closer and closer to the edge.

“F-fuck, I’m close! Where do you want it?” he hissed through gritted teeth. You pulled him closer, resting your forehead against his as you locked your legs around his waist. He groaned, gazing straight into your eyes as he approached his climax, burying his cock all the way inside your pussy.

Sebastian let out a long, guttural moan, his eyes never leaving yours as his shaft spurted his seed deep inside you. Your walls clenched and twitched as Sebastian slowed his pace, milking any remaining globs of his cum from his cock. The both of you were panting, foreheads pressed together and staring each other with fucked-out yet loving expressions.

Sebastian reluctantly pulled his now softening member out of your hole, causing you to mewl in response. He laid down beside you, the both of you staring at the ceiling, panting in exhaustion. You felt his hot cum trickle down from your wrecked hole, causing you to blush in realization at what had transpired between you both.

Shyly, you glanced at Sebastian, who was still panting slightly, a satisfied grin plastered on his face. He got up, giving you a peck on the forehead, before heading towards the bathroom while you remain in your spot. Sebastian returned from the bathroom with a wet towel at hand, voluntarily wiping any filth away from your prior activities with him while looking at each other with adoration. You intended to at least fix the sheets for the both of you. However, a painful sensation coursed through your inner thighs as you tried to move.

“...Uh, Seb? Could you please pass me my wand?” you asked, feeling guilty that you couldn’t be much of service to him in this little aftercare session. Sebastian quirked an eyebrow - your wand was right at the bedside table not far from you. You felt your face burn as he gives you a questioning look, silently demanding for an explanation for your peculiar request.

“... I can’t feel my legs.”

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citruslullabies · 8 months ago

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idea 10

part 2 to catnap x mini catnap reader

the player (not reader) finds out that reader is important to catnap in some way and uses reader to escape (holding them hostage)

catnap finds out and naturally is mad

he tries to save reader but dies in the process :)

Sobbing heavily (it's a little rushed so, sorry!!)

Trigger warnings: death, mentions of blood and animal death

Romantic/platonic: platonic

Requested by: n33bula (aka yakufuko)

Category: HEAVY ANGST.

Ship (romantic or platonic): catnap x mini catnap!reader

Word count: 656

Kittens and Kitties: Road Kill

You were a cute little thing, a defective miniature critter of catnap. But you had captured a more brotherly fondness from the large feline than anyone else could.

He had gotten used to you, hearing the small pitter patter of paws following him instead of just the noise of his paws that sounded like the light clattering of glasses. On the rare occasion he'd even let you lay on his back, despite how uncomfortable and boney he knew it was. But you never seemed to mind.

The large feline was asleep, the sight of his rib cage pushing out and pulling back in wasn't an unusual sight anymore. You were cuddled against his thin stomach, happily asleep against him. However when you woke up; you were in a much different place.

You squeaked and looked around, trying to find Catnap but everything was dark. You heard the sound of a zipper and some light pooled in, before unfamiliar hands took you out of your confinements and squeezed you just enough to get you to hold still. “Relax… you'll be free in a minute, I just need to lure Catnap here.” The stranger murmured, causing you to hiss and swat in protest. But alas, you had no claws so it was difficult for you to manage.

Catnap slowly opened his eyes, stretching and feeling his bones cracking under every movement like firecrackers. He sat up with his front paws to the ground and his hips poking out above his legs as he began to wake up and take in his surroundings, everything seemed fine until he realized you weren't there anymore. He seemed confused and looked around a bit, ears twitching as his tail swayed behind him. “Mini me?” His voice box crooned, ears falling flat.

But they quickly shot up when hearing your familiar squeaks, dragging his attention to the direction they were coming from. You were the only thing besides the prototype he had in this place; he couldn't lose you too.

Without hesitation he started running on all fours, nearly tripping a few times but managing. He came to a cartoonish halt when he spotted the player with you squeezed in their hands. The large purple cat seemed frozen before getting into a stance and hissing. You let out a small chime, but the player holding you with their real hands instead of the grabby ones spoke. “You want this? Well.. come and get it!” They said, before charging in a different direction in which catnap followed, hot on his heels.

He was so close to saving you, until a trap came down on him causing him to let out a chilling scream of agony. He thrashed around and managed to scratch the player in his fit of pain, but they were gone before he knew it. In his state of weakness and inability to escape, the other critters feasted on him in hunger much to his dismay and betrayal of their supposed loyalty to the prototype and himself.

You managed to get away and find your way back, discovering what remained of catnap. His stomach tore wide open as whatever innards were left were spilled out and blood stained himself and his surroundings, his face cold and no longer a smile yet stretched to look more like a deformed frown because of it. He was curled up like an animal that could be found on the side of the road, with paws weakly spread out together as his tail was tucked between his legs.

The place reeked of death and sorrow as your little ears went flat and you approached him, sniffing him and letting out a pitiful whine. You nuzzled your head against his in any attempt to bring him back to life, as if he'd wake up like how he always does.

With a cry you cuddled up against his wide open stomach, laying there until death took you too.

Thanks for requesting!

Part one is here

#poppy playtime #smiling critters #poppy playtime x reader #catnap poppy playtime #catnap #catnap x you #catnap x y/n #poppys playtime #poppy playtime 3 #poppy playtime catnap

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csuitebitches · 1 year ago

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I really enjoy your blog and was wondering if you have advice on one of my biggest mental blocks. I'm 23 but struggle to feel like an adult and being independent deeply scares me even through I want to be "chasing my dreams". I've lived with my close knit family my whole life and still spend a lot of time with my parents. I'm almost going to move away(in the next year) and so I've began the process of getting a car/saving money, etc. But then I find myself subtly sabotaging these efforts because the idea of being alone/moving away also terrifies me. I really want to experience moving to a city and working and traveling and doing things I want and at this point I'm finding it draining being my parents "stay-at-home-daughter". But I also get anxiously sick when I try a push myself for more independence. I've put so much on hold going through school and then living in my home town w. parents and it's kind of scary to imagine dating (never prioritized men + parents didn't let me date in highschool= never had a bf or anything) or living alone even though I'd love to have the experience. Any advice would be greatly appreciated. Basically I still feel like a 15 year old when it comes to my personal life and that feels a bit shameful.

I want to tell you that we all feel what you feel. You’ll only ever feel like an adult when you’ve exposed yourself to the outside world, regardless of whether you can handle it or not.

independence scares you because it’s unfamiliar territory. Often when we look at people who are independent and on their own two feet, they seem to have a sense of self identity, purpose and responsibilities to handle.

I’m always in favour of people moving out of their parents homes for a couple of years at least (the culture where I come from also emphasises on the whole family living together and there’s no move out at the age of 18 concept) because I see the pros and cons of both situations of living in/ out of your parents home.

No book, YouTube video, friends’ experiences will teach you about being an adult. You have to step out and experience it yourself.

Start doing exposure therapy. Basically, slowly, bit by bit, immerse yourself into the traditional adult experiences.

I’ll give you examples. Understand fully how your insurance works. Keep all your medical records in both a physical and a digital file.

Understand how your car functions as a product - which means guarantees, warranties, insurance, emergency numbers, mechanics nearby, etc.

Start tracking all your spending expenses, even if you’re using your parents money at the moment. The earlier you start this habit, the better. Create a monthly budget for yourself and stick to it.

Start doing your own laundry in the house and learn that not all clothes go in the washing machine, some go for dry cleaning etc.

Make it a goal to learn to cook at least 5 dishes properly before you leave. If your parents are good cooks, ask them to teach you or go to every introvert’s favourite site, YouTube.

Pretend that your room is a mini apartment and try to keep it clean at all times.

Start socialising more. Not just with known friends. Sign up for a random hobby class like a book club or a running club where you can meet more people. Yes it’ll be difficult, yes you’ll have moments of awkwardness but don’t give up after just one meeting - go and meet new people to get used to the idea of interacting with strangers.

You can’t rush into feeling like an adult. It takes time. Exposure therapy is the best way to get into it. The more responsibility you can healthily shoulder, even if you fail at times, you’ll still start feeling more confident.

We weren’t born with the knowledge of car tire changing mechanics, insurance, cooking or tidying up. We had to learn them as we grew up. It’s perfectly alright to not know how to do something. The beauty of living in today’s world is that the answer to nearly every question is one google search away.

#adulting #q/a

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morbiderotica · 2 years ago

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─ ★ drunken kisses ... fem!reader

"Xavierrrr." You whined into the phone. "Y/N? What's wrong?" He spoke concerningly. "I don't wanna be here anymore." You practically start crying. "Be where?" Xavier stands up from his bed, ready to answer your beck and call whenever you told him where you were. "I don't wanna be here." You whined again, making this process difficult for Xavier. "Where are you?" He asked sternly, trying to get through to you. "Party." That was all you said before Xavier took off to go find you.

He knew that some of the vampires were having a party tonight but he couldn't be bothered to go. He walked through the halls of the dorms until he found the one that was blasting music. He pushed open the door. The smell of cheap liquor and sweat engulfed him as he walked in.

The flashing lights made it hard to see but he still spotted you crying on the floor by the bathroom. He quickly raced over to you, leaning down to your level. "Hey, sh, sh." He cooed and wiped the tears and mascara stains off your face. "I wanna go." You cried.

He helped you up and led you through the hectic dorm. He walked you back to his dorm and sat you on his bed, going to the bathroom to get a washcloth to wipe your running makeup off. "Are you alright?" He asked while he wiped your face gently. "Thanks for saving me, Xavi." You giggled, totally the opposite of how you were acting at the party.

"Xavi?" He asked. Sure you've tried to shorten his name before, but you've never called him 'Xavi'. "Mhm!" You enthusiastically confirmed. "Are you drunk, Y/N?" Xavier asked, slightly concerned. "No." You hummed. He couldn't quite tell if you were or not.

Once he finished removing your makeup, he set the washcloth on his desk, next to his sketchbook. You walked up to him and spun him around. "Hey?" He laughed, confused. "You're pretty." You said as you grabbed a lock of his hair, twisting it in between your fingers. "Y/N?" He cautiously asked. You were never like this. You've never played with Xavier's hair, let alone compliment him.

"Sometimes, I just wanna pull it." You mumbled and tugged lightly on his hair. "Pull it?" Xavier furrowed his brows. You were making no sense to him. "While sitting on your lap." You added and pushed him gently on his bed, climbing onto his lap.

"Are you okay?" He asked more concerned for you than what you wanted to do to him at the moment. "Better than ever, Xavi." Again with that unfamiliar nickname. He didn't know what to say. His best friend was sitting on his lap, playing with his hair. He was frozen in shock when you bent your head down and started kissing his neck.

"Relax, Xavi. You're so tense." You mumbled as you licked a strip on his neck. "What are you doing?" Xavier rhetorically asked. You didn't answer, instead only locking your eyes with his before leaning in and kissing him. His hands instinctively glided up to your waist. "I lied. I am drunk." You whispered in his ear. "I know." He whispered back, eagerly reattaching your lips'.

#─ ♡ wednesday #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe smut #xavier thorpe fluff #xavier thorpe fic #percy hynes white #wednesday the series

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ashthewaterghoul · 21 days ago

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I have a genuine “need to know in full detail, spare nothing, give me all the good stuff” question in your Phanter Cuddle Buddies fic

So everything is happy again! Father and child reunited, can get good night sleep now, woohoo! Now the thing is, Copia is still Frater, and Phantom is still part of the band. So when it’s time for Ghost to tour again, how do they both take it? Are they anxious? Is Phantom anxious? Is Copia even more anxious because his kid is leaving home, getting back on the road, and he can’t go with them? Is it like when a child is heading back to university because vacation is over, and parent is sad they have to leave home again? Answers I NEED ANSWERS!

HI SORRY THIS TOOK A WHILE I HAVE ANSWERS!!!

It’s so weird writing about future eras when they haven’t started yet and we don’t know the line-up, especially with how things are going atm💀

So!

Phantom leaving again was definitely a point of stress for them both. They had the solace of knowing that they’d be together again afterwards but the meantime was rough.

After the tour was set in stone and the reality of them being apart was drawing nearer, Phantom spiraled, terrified that all the nightmares and exhaustion from the first tour without Copia would come back, and terrified that they'd come back and it would be a repeat of that first tour or something worse would happen. As much as they Ghouls tried, they didn't quite uproot all the corrupt Clergy members.

Phantom tried to hand in their resignation from the band so they didn't have to leave but Copia refused to process it. Phantom loved the band and loved touring, Copia was not about to take that away from them or let them give it away themself.

There was also a lot of therapy to had for the both of them. They tried to not be so dependent on each other but it was difficult when you live in the same building and (now) work together on the regular.

It was very bittersweet for Copia to say goodbye, and he actually got to say goodbye this time and not just text them from his office window. He was proud of himself for not crumbling until the bus was out of sight, wanting to be strong for his pipistrello.

Phantom had taken a lot of Copia’s jumpers and T-shirts and blankets and froze them so the smell would stay for a bit longer. They also FaceTimed practically every night, even if it was just to say ‘Good night, I love you.’

Copia, now allowed more freedom, often went down to the Ghoul den at night to be with the Ghouls that stayed behind or retired. Being in his room alone didn’t feel right, even though him and Phantom didn’t spend every night together.

Phantom would buy things they saw for Copia, even if it was absolutely something they could’ve bought at home or online. Their entire carry-on, near enough, was filled with said-gifts on the way home.

There was also a few nights too where Copia was able to drive or fly out to watch the shows, and while he was happy to see all his Ghouls, still see his songs being enjoyed by the crowds, his eyes were always glued to Phantom.

Phantom would be a lot more confident on those nights. And the effect would stay for a few nights after as well.

Although, they both still struggled. Phantom still got a lot of nightmares, and waking up to a tiny bunk on the bus or an unfamiliar hotel room didn't help. The other Ghouls knew they weren't Copia but helped where they could, and Phantom was more willing to let them all help now as well.

Copia was often too anxious to sleep and needed a Quint to knock him out. It wasn't always the most restful nights - his mind and body wanting to be awake but being blocked from doing so. But it worked when it needed to, and it was more than he was allowed the last time Phantom went away, so he didn’t take anything for granted, and appreciated it all immensely.

They were both counting down the days until they got home, and they were more okay as time went on. Still missing each other terribly but managing and coping better, which they were both grateful for.

Copia was tracking Phantom on the way home and was the first one outside in the welcoming committee. He's Frater so that's just standard practice anyway. But he could have been demoted to cleaning the toilets in the dungeons and he still would have been the first one out there.

Inside the bus, Phantom’s tail was thumping rapidly against the seat in excitement to see Copia. Mountain recorded an audio-note of it, joking that he would use it instead of his double kick drum.

Phantom pretty much had to be held down to stop them running off the bus before it had fully stopped or the doors were fully open.

But as soon as the driver switches the engine off, they were up and they pounced into Copia’s waiting arms. Their bond had been more accepted by the new Clergy and so no one dared call it “unprofessional” or “not proper”. It was just a father hugging the child he hasn’t seen for months.

The two nearly cried in relief and happiness to be with each other again, but they just geared up instead. Something about absence making the heart grow fonder…

#phanter cuddle buddies #ash answers #the band ghost #anon ask #ghost band #ghost ghouls #nameless ghouls #phantom ghoul #frater imperator #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #papà copia #phantom/copia #copia/phantom #phantom x copia #copia x phantom

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hiraya-rawr · 2 years ago

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02 // sly villain – diluc .

contains !! she/her reader, villainous reader, soft obsessive themes, mild violence, rated mature but otherwise sfw, angst? honestly a whirlwind

synopsis !! part two to you're a harbinger and the darknight hero caught your interest

note !! I know I said I'll post it after I finish my midnight deadline but the deadline was extended so now it's 2am and I have an 8am appointment but a deal is a deal! here we are!

word count !! 2.7k

chapters !! rewrite part 01 // original part 01 // (completed)

Diluc Ragnvindr stood with the aura you expected of a nobleman. He didn’t sport a polite smile or a welcoming atmosphere, yet he was beautiful and you craved for him. You greeted the ladies first with a small bow, exchanging quick pleasantries and introducing yourself as the 12th Harbinger before turning to the redhead.

He raises his hand — whether it was in an effort to kiss the back of your knuckles or to shake your hand, you’ll never know — Instead, he pauses when he sees the hand you place on his. Burn mark in full view where the imprints of his fingers never quite faded. You smile at him, the object of your obsession.

“I don’t believe this is the first time we met, Lord Ragnvindr.”

The momentary surprise fades from his face, as if it wasn’t there in the first place. His lips thinned into a line, cold eyes contrasting their fiery color. There are only two options for Diluc: one would be admitting to being played like a fool, and the other would be to feign ignorance.

He chooses the latter.

“Oh? I don’t recall.”

You frown. It’s evident to the two spectators that a tension was brewing– one caused by beyond your titles of Fatui Harbinger and Mondstadt’s Uncrowned King (but the fact that this was the anticlimactic second meeting between the lowly Cicin Mage and Darknight hero remains unsaid).

Jean clears her throat, “Now that the remaining participants have arrived, shall we go in? There’s much to talk about.” She states with a practiced smile and gesture of her hand. You return her smile, jutting out your hand to the man next to you.

“I’m unfamiliar with the Favonius Headquarters. Would you care to escort me in, Lord Ragnvindr?”

He stares at you with an aloof expression, almost hesitant.

“. . . very well.”

The meeting was boring.

Boring.

Boring!

You sat far from him, settled between an elderly Snezhnayan businessman and a credible trade merchant. You were beginning to think the Acting Grandmaster purposefully planned the seats to bore you to death, with your only source of entertainment being the occasional comment from his voice.

And of course, making things difficult for him.

“The export of Dandelion wine is to arrive in Snezhnaya’s first port, where it will undergo checking before allocation to the taverns that signed the contract.”

“How can we ensure that the quality is maintained if the initial checking is done when the exports are already outside of Mond, Lord Ragnvindr?”

Had he not been trained to deal with annoyances and petty questions, he would have groaned into his hand for the umpteenth time at the sound of your voice. He tries to mask his irritation, “If you read the third page of the proposal, you would see that the Dawn Winery handles multiple quality checks before release. Anything that happens to the quality outside of Mond is beyond our responsibility.”

You let out a light laugh, hand over your mouth, “Of course, of course, I’ll go read it right now.”

You didn't, though. Deciding that pestering him with questions was much more fun, despite the wary looks of Jean Gunnhildr and the amused expression Lisa Minci hid.

When he started getting tired of your antics, he opted to casually point out your inconvenient questions with simple replies.

“–how will we divide the receipts when unconcerned merchants are involved in the trading process, Lord Ragnv–”“Check page six, section G, Lady Harbinger.”

Your title seethes in his voice. A tone that says I’m-done-with-your-dumb-questions. This was the other thing you both concluded within the boring meeting of one sided conversations.

He hates it when you call him Lord Ragnvindr.

Likewise, you hate it when your name isn’t on his tongue. He knows this very well, and he uses it to his advantage.

“Will there be anything else, Lady Harbinger?” He tries to hide the sly smirk on his face when he sees you narrow your eyes at him, jaw clenched.

“No. . . I have no other questions.” You grit through your teeth.

Despite the rather unpretentious official meeting, a storm whirled inside Diluc’s brain. It’s not that he had much to lose if his identity is revealed, but it would mean losing an advantage. His anonymity allowed him to do things in the dark, playing two faces had its benefits – one he had no plans of losing any time soon over some Harbinger’s petty reasons.

"Lord Ragnvindr, I must say, your galas live up to their title of Mondstadt’s most exquisite.” Your voice chirps from behind him. He sighs, turning away from Elzer who excuses himself to leave.

With the flock of envoys and merchants who came for Mondstadt’s general assembly, Diluc felt it was wise to release the new line of whiskey and wine in a grand gala. Invites were sent to the visiting foreigners and the local powerhouses. Naturally, you found yourself with a letter as well.

A pretty, black letter, stamped with the Ragnvindr clan’s coat of arms in a dark crimson wax. It smelled of musk and grapes.

“Lady Harbinger, how nice of you to join in the festivities. Although, if by any chance your long journey has tired you, I suggest you rest early in the Grand Goth Hotel.” He says in what might seem to be polite concern, but you knew better that he’s only trying to get you to leave.

“I’m touched by your worries, but I’m not tired at all. In fact–” You take a step closer, eyeing the wine glass between his fingers, “I’m rather excited tonight. It’s not everyday I get the chance to talk to the Lord Ragnvindr of the Dawn Win-”

“Diluc.” He growls, taking a step back, “It’s Master Diluc. I would appreciate it if you avoid calling me Lord Ragnvindr.”

It was his Father’s title and no amount of status or influence made him feel like taking the name away from the patriarch.

Your eyes sparkle at the opportunity. Of course, Diluc. You turned the name over and over again on your tongue, it felt electrical, it felt like a step closer.

“Diluc.” You say carefully, and he ignores the way you deliberately left out the formalities, “So long as you call me (Name), then I will do so.”

He frowns.

First name basis with the Fatui?

Not just a Fatui, but the 12th Fatui Harbinger.

Had this been four years ago, Diluc wouldn't have hesitated to add another number in his kill list — but he's smarter now, more careful and calculating of the risks — and right now, you knew his identity. Right now, you seem to want something from him— and he only needs to find out.

He didn't care if you'd announce his alias to the rest of Mond, of course. Hell, you could wave it on a banner for all he cares because what Mondstadter would believe that their most influential tycoon was running around in a mask fighting ‘bad guys’? (He borrowed the term from Klee. If it were up to Diluc, he’d simply refers to them as bastards.)

“(Name).” He tests the word on his mouth and it drowns out the crowd's noise around you. It's a privilege to call a Harbinger by name, whether it's their alias or their real name, “What is it that you want?” He all but scowls, feeling done with the game of pretend.

The ends of your lips twitch into a smile. He’s just as cute when he’s angry, if not even more entertaining. You tiptoe, leaning into his ear to whisper—

"You. . . wouldn't want anyone to know about your alias now, would you? Honorable,"

Your hand rests on his shoulder, "Dark,"

It snakes down his arm, "Knight,"

Reaching his own hand to pinch at the handle of his wine glass, "Hero."

"Get off me." He hisses and you pull away, standing upright again. His glass now held between your own fingers as you take a sip from its contents, curious of what to expect from a wine tycoon's highly refined taste.

The drink was sweet.

Too sweet.

You blink, looking down at the glass.

"This. . . is grape juice."

You look back up at him, "Why are you drinking grape juice?" It's a neutral tone, half by your stunned surprise and the other by your confusion.

"Last I checked, there's nothing strange about drinking grape juice."

"You're the owner of the biggest alcohol industry in Teyvat." You state as a matter of fact.

"And?"

One blink. Two blinks. You stare at the glass again, taking another sip. It's difficult to believe that the literal definition of an alcohol monopoly is holding grape juice.

". . . I suppose it is delicious."

"It's handpicked from the finest winery grapes, that's to be expected." He turns away from you, seemingly frustrated by the conversation. When did things get so out of topic? “–What do you want?" He asks, more politely this time.

"Is there some place we could be alone?"

"For what reason would you want to talk to me alone?”

“Some things are better said in private.” You smile, holding up your wrist. It's the one with the burn marks, flesh still healing from the imprints of his fingers. You could’ve easily gotten it healed, maybe order a hydro gunner or another mage and it’ll be gone in an instant. You refrained. It was a memento from your first meeting, after all.

Whether you convinced him by guilt or by threat, he sighs.

“We can talk in the study salon.”

It isn't unusual for Master Diluc to slip away from the parties he hosts on the pretext of a business meeting. It is, however, a first for the whispering crowds to see him escort a harbinger by the waist to his private study.

You can already picture the rumors that'll spread. Maybe even a tabloid article or two.

‘Mond’s Uncrowned King: a secret rendezvous with a Harbinger?’

What a scandal it would be! Moreso if it ever reached the ears of your fellow Harbingers. Before you could dream of the reactions of Pantalone or Tartaglia, your thoughts are cut off by the heavy wood doors closing.

Something akin to a growl emits from his lips.

"Now what do you want." He crosses his arms, leaning his back on the edge of his desk.

"A night."

"What?"

"Spend a night with me."

He's silent. You chuckle to match his deadly gaze, holding your hands up in defense.

"Not in the way you're thinking, although, I wouldn't particularly min–"

"Spit it out."

“I’m simply asking for a date, I don't think that's too much to ask in exchange for keeping your identity?”

He eyes you suspiciously. Thinking over your words. You're both too cunning to resort to such simple measures. Everything must have meaning— but that's the thing about knowing Diluc Ragnvindr. He stirs up the desire of something so bleak such as his presence, you'd give up your trump cards for him.

“. . . I have better things to do with my time.”

“Like protecting civilians?” You sing, “Picking grapes? Ruining my coworkers’ plans? Not that I mind, of course, it only elevates my own status—”

He scowls, “You've been wasting my time. Since the meeting, and on this night as well.”

“Yet you play along with my whims!” You accuse, stepping closer to him as he stands upright, “You can't resist what I bring to the table because it's interesting– I would understand. I sincerely do! In a world so boring like this–”

“What in Teyvat are you talking about?”

"—Drama.” You answer, a smile on your face, a sparkle in your eyes when they catch his own ruby ones, “You love it, don't you? Why else would you parade around in a mask, looking for a fig–"

"I don't."

"But you do! You have every chance to live a peaceful life, to be ignorant and sit on your throne of privilege–"

"Shut up."

"—yet you'd rather care for every single problem that falls in your hands. Honestly, it's like your knights are inefficie—"

You feel yourself get slammed to the wall, body reacting to the force and reflecting as you bounce bacck, only to be pushed back and pinned by large hands over your shoulders.

It's awfully nostalgic.

A replay of the scared cicin mage and the intimidating darknight hero.

Polished wood scratches itself on your back, you feel a bump on the back of your head. There’s nothing gentle about the way he manhandles you to stay still.

"Why are you here?" Diluc demands, lips turning to a scowl. You quickly answer, not of fear, but there's something exciting bubbling in your stomach.

"For diplomatic–"

"No. Why are you here? Why me? Did the Fatui decide to take back a persona non grata declaration to enact justice? Did you follow a trail to suspect me of destroying Fatui plans?" He hisses but the only thing you can think about is the fact that his face is oh-so-close to yours, that if you could lean down, you'd relish in a warmth from his lips that's as familiar as the warmth from his hands on your shoulders.

The mark on your wrist feels like it's being burnt all over again.

He's not even using his vision but you’re burning under his stare.

"Why you?" You repeat slowly, "You. . . because you're interesting. I told you.”

His eyes narrow as you continue.

"Not everyone is as privileged as you, you know." You whisper. He doesn't reply and you take the risk to continue.

"If I had the option to live—" Your eyes scan his red ones. If he stared hard enough, he'd see the somber look in yours, “—peacefully. Then I would. I'd take that option over this life at every chance."

You’re unsure if he’s satisfied by the answer. Hell, you’re unsure if he understood you at all, but the loosening grip on your shoulders proves to you one thing: that the darknight hero is more sympathetic than he looks.

He doesn’t reply as he stands back, allowing your body to slip down from his grip. He turns away from you, broad shoulders coated by candlelight.

“A night, was it?” He repeats your request, “How long will you be staying in Mond?”

You compose yourself, hiding the way your nerves felt like fireworks as he walks away from you, “As long as I want. Till the end of the year, perhaps. There’s nothing I need to immediately concern myself with anyway.”

At least, nothing your agents can’t handle to do for you.

“Fine. I’ll fit a night in my schedule.” He says, rummaging through a drawer. Items clack around hardwood and you wonder what he’s searching for.

“Are you asking me out to dinner?” You inquire, walking closer to peek.

“I’m merely taking advantage of the situation. As are you, I believe.” He says, mumbling a small aha as he finds the item.

He holds it out in front of you. You reach up, hands open as he places it down.

It’s a wrap of bandages.

“There’s some ointment here somewhere as well. I’ll give it to you once I find it.” He mutters, looking away as you stare at him, his ruby red eyes prettier than any gemstone you’ve ever owned.

Diluc Ragnvindr is an enigma.

You chased after him because he interested you, a fire to your black and white.

Yet, as he places a bundle of bandages on your hands for the burn marks he caused (the same burn marks you refused for anyone to heal), your heart beats a little faster, a little louder than usual, and it’s not from the excitement or danger you usually felt when dealing with interesting things.

“Well? Aren’t you going to wrap it?” He looks at you expectantly, almost nonchalant. Kindness in this manner is strange. It’s unintentional, but it’s the most genuine thing you’ve felt.

You nod, taking the bandages to wrap them around your wound.

This is not a love story. It’s about villains and heroes, using the other to win.

But by the next time he sees you, you’re waiting by the corner of a hotel. He calls out your name. You call out his, waving as you approach with bracelets jingling on your wrist. There is no burn scar.

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note !! an unaccepted commission. I've since revised it and I think it's better to share it with everyone now instead. I would have written it as a darker fic but the request included angst so... here we are! do tell me what you think in the comments!

character talk // some things I'd like to point out! first is reader's personality. have you noticed the subtle obsession with entertainment? I figured the best kind of villain that would contrast Diluc's personality would be someone who sought fun for the heck of it, as if scared of being bored. I pretty much shaped MC's personality on an "obsession for the thrill"

and of course, there's the burn mark. in a way, it's a little symbolic by the end. MC is a villain who wants drama but the ending portrays a more domestic, "normalcy". I did this to hint at a somewhat "healing" stage? I don't think diluc could ever love a true villain, but maybe if said villain gets a character development arc then he could love them. the burn mark heals when previously, MC had an odd adoration for it (the same way people cling to self-sabotaging habits.)

next up! to avoid rushing the plot since diluc would never be so intimately involved with the fatui, much less a harbinger, so some measures had to be added. This is where MC's personality comes in! MC likes entertainment and that's a very easy mindset to understand. Diluc can easily use MC (and vice versa, as mentioned in the story) as long as he uses the concept of thrills. He's smarter now, more cunning, so he wouldn't mind getting closer to a harbinger who's already so-willing to put down their walls for the heck of him.

there's still some loopholes in the plot, but it's just fun to make these little explanations in the end. tell me how you feel about it?

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