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He looks at you with a questioning face that makes you turn away or else your heart may escape from your chest.

He ask you what's wrong and you simply tells him.

"Your smile... it's beautiful..."

He gives you a soft smile. A tender one...

“You okay with this?” You can kinda whisper this. Give him ‘fuck me’ eyes, press your body against his. Tut at him when he whines and nods. Remind him; “Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want.”

Keep asking; “Is this okay?” “How’s this?” “You like this?” And when he hums a yes, ask him how much he likes it. Keep him talking. Give yourself the challenge to make him feel so good he starts blabbering about how good you feel.

Again, whisper it. Use your sexiest voice to check in. Look him in the eyes. Check in again when you’re both done and sweaty. When you’re all fucked out so he says it with a tired smile. Watch his eyes twinkle when he tells you how much he liked it. Kiss him and tell him how well he did, thank him for being so honest.

“You okay with this?” You can kinda whisper this. Give him ‘fuck me’ eyes, press your body against his. Tut at him when he whines and nods. Remind him; “Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want.”

Keep asking; “Is this okay?” “How’s this?” “You like this?” And when he hums a yes, ask him how much he likes it. Keep him talking. Give yourself the challenge to make him feel so good he starts blabbering about how good you feel.

Again, whisper it. Use your sexiest voice to check in. Look him in the eyes. Check in again when you’re both done and sweaty. When you’re all fucked out so he says it with a tired smile. Watch his eyes twinkle when he tells you how much he liked it. Kiss him and tell him how well he did, thank him for being so honest.

(Please note that there may be spelling errors, English is not my native language, and deviations from the canonical character are possible).

<--- Part 2

Part 3

Summary: The Nether ✨

(By the way, I found this photo on Pinterest)

In reality, you wouldn't mind staying in the Minecraft world and living here for the rest of your life. After all, the rules are very simple, and you know how everything works and applies to what.

But with D it's a completely different story.

It's unusual for him that he now sleeps (if he sleeps at all) on a bed instead of the hard, cold ground.

And the deadly enemies of the Frontier, against whom an ordinary person would not survive... have been replaced by clumsy zombies, skeletons, spiders and creepers.

This unexpected change became for D like... Well, a resort vacation.

But he still did not forget his duty in his home world of Frontier.

You want D to rest before you go to the Ender World to kill the dragon and go back to the Frontier (you're not exactly sure if this will work or not).

But the problem is that D can be stubborn in his own way.

Before going into the cave for diamonds, you stocked up on several stacks of torches and a couple of iron pickaxes. You were about to go outside the fences of your house when you heard a low, soothing (for you), but so dangerous for your enemies, velvety voice.

"Where are you going?"

Turning around, you see behind you a tall figure D, which wasn’t there a couple of seconds ago. The nature of the dhampir is a strange thing to you.

"Ah D, I thought you were busy with the garden or the animals."

D crossed his arms over his chest, and even in this usual pose you can see the muscles of his arms.

"I finished a couple of minutes ago, now where are you going? I heard the sound of metal."

Did he hear how you crafted pickaxes?

Then Lefty spoke in his creaky voice:

"These cows have such delicious milk, I even want some more."

To which you snorted softly and smiled: "I'm glad you liked it Lefty, milk in this world can remove the negative effects of potions, and the positive ones too."

Then you turned your gaze to D.

"Well, I'm going into the cave to get three diamonds. I'm not exactly sure how long it will take, but they're needed to mine obsidian."

A couple of seconds of silence and you hear the following from him: "I'm going with you."

In an attempt to get him to stay home, you say while waving your hands: "No, don't force yourself, I can handle it myself, and you rest for now."

In the end, you suffered a defeat; you are not a conflict person and did not want to quarrel with D, so you gave in to his zeal to help you.

You don't know how, but D was able to find all three diamonds in 20 minutes.

On the way back from the cave, you had a hunch that either D (or Lefty) had the ability to sense the rock formations in the cave or it was pure luck. Most likely the latter, since you've never heard of dhampirs being able to smell rocks.

Later, having crafted a diamond pickaxe and grabbed a bucket of water, you headed to a small lake of lava. And then everything is classic, like a normal walkthrough.

As soon as you struck the obsidian block with your lighter, a purple glow erupted, accompanied by a slight breeze. The portal to the Nether was officially open.

D arrived just in time.

"If you go there I will go with you, I do not accept your refusal."

You actually wanted to invite him along anyway. Turning to him, you hold out the golden helmet.

"Put this on, we'll definitely need it."

Lefty's voice was heard, already examining the helmet's material: "I understand that safety comes first, but is that really necessary for D? He's not killable."

D raised his eyebrows slightly as he took the helmet.

"Didn't you say that gold in this world is more fragile than diamond and iron?"

This phrase made you remember with a smile his surprise and confusion when you told him about the disadvantages of gold from this world.

"Yes, but it is in the Nether that it gains meaning for the Piglin's."

D became a little tense at the mention of the enemy.

You reassure him: "Don't worry, as long as we wear at least one gold element, they will be neutral."

And so, you begin to introduce him to Nether.

From mobs, crimson forests to bastion and hellish fortress.

It is precisely the latter that you need.

You almost died several times.

And so, returning home, D looks great as usual, and there you are with slightly singed hair and tired.

Lying in bed, having already crafted sixteen eyes of the end while D is healing you.

Lefty grumbles discontentedly : "Of course, I understood that these Blazes were dangerous, but not that dangerous!"

Then D's voice was heard.

"How are you feeling now?"

In some way, D's voice calms you down, and the way he runs his hands over your back so tenderly makes you want to fall asleep. Wishing it could always be like this...

"It's getting better... The pain is gradually subsiding."

After some time, when D finished treating your wounds, he sat down next to you on your bed. He still wants to make sure you're not in pain.

"Now that we have these eyes, what next?"

You rolled over onto your back while mentally calculating your next course of action.

"Thanks to these eyes, we can find the catacombs with a portal to the Ender World. The main thing is to make sure there are twelve of them left; that's exactly how many we need to insert them into the portal."

Lefty spoke, remembering what you told him about those eyes: "It will be difficult considering that the catacombs can be far away and, as you said, these eyes can sometimes explode."

A/N: Inspired by this dude who I was talking to who called me fat. I cried, not because of the guy, because the fear that “I am fat,” is not an insecurity yet a fact is horrifying. It broke something in me because “if he sees it, everyone else must… right?” And because I can’t call him an ass wad who is lucky to be graced with my presence bc he’s my coworker… I made this. And Sebastian gets revenge on him for me. LOL. More to come tomorrow!

• His displeasure runs deep. Sebastian is not easily ruffled, but to discover that someone dared insult you—the one he considers sacred—is something that chills him to the bone. He doesn’t need to raise his voice; his silence alone is enough to suffocate the room.

• He notices immediately when you change. You start covering up, pushing away his touch, refusing intimacy you once craved. To anyone else it might seem subtle, but Sebastian knows you better than anyone. He feels the hesitation in your hands, the way your eyes linger on your reflection too long, the pause in your laughter.

• His reaction is not pity—it’s fury disguised as calm. He doesn’t ask who said it. He already knows. And though he may never confess what he does about it, you’ll notice that person looks just a little paler the next time you see them, their smile brittle, their voice careful around you.

• His affection becomes relentless. He doesn’t give you space to shrink away from yourself. Every chance he gets, he reminds you—in a voice dripping with equal parts reverence and threat—that you belong to him. That every inch of you is his to admire, to worship, to claim.

• The intimacy changes. If you flinch from his kiss, he simply tilts your chin up and makes you meet his eyes until you realize there is no revulsion there—only hunger. If you eat less, he’s suddenly “too attentive,” serving you meals he prepares himself, standing over you until you take each bite.

• He is cruel in his kindness. His compliments aren’t soft reassurances; they’re declarations carved into your soul. “How dare you believe yourself anything less than divine?” he’ll murmur, with a smile so sharp it cuts. His love is not gentle—it’s consuming. And he won’t allow a single stray word from a mortal tongue to undo what he has already claimed.

Mini Ficlet:

The words are spoken lightly, a careless jest.

“No man will love a woman so plump she looks as though she’s carrying twins already.”

It’s said with a laugh, as though it costs nothing. But Sebastian is there. And he sees.

He sees the way your smile falters, the way your laughter dies in your throat. He sees the heat creep to your cheeks—not from mirth, but from shame, sharp and stinging. He sees your hands curl against your skirts, as if you could hide yourself from their gaze.

He files it away. He serves the tea. He does not strike in the moment.

Later, he finds you in your chambers, staring at your reflection as though you’ve become something grotesque. You pull your shawl tighter. Refuse his touch when his gloved hand grazes your arm.

“Curious,” he murmurs, stepping closer, the silk of his voice cutting sharper than any blade. “One witless fool speaks, and suddenly you would deny me what I have claimed?”

Your lips tremble. He doesn’t let you answer. He catches your chin between his fingers, tilting your face up until your tear-bright eyes meet his.

“Do you think me blind?” His voice is velvet, laced with iron. “I have devoured queens and saints alike, and none have compared to you. Every inch of you is mine—sacred, exquisite, untouchable. And yet you would let their filth crawl beneath your skin?”

His kiss is searing, possessive, reclaiming the ground they sought to poison.

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And as for the one who spoke those words?

They do not laugh again.

That night, they wake choking, their throat clutched by invisible claws. They stumble through darkened halls, chased by a shadow that does not relent. Their body will bear no wounds come morning—but their spirit will.

Sebastian ensures they never again forget the weight of their tongue.