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mythicalartistx · 4 months

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So I decided to read the KH mangas

A week or two ago I read the kh1 manga, it was cute and love how Amano's art style developed (Since I've seen kh3 manga) and saved some of my favorite panels as I do.

Then two days ago, Tuesday night I decided to read the chain of memories manga. And I have opinions.

First of all I love Repliku, he is so silly and so bothered by Riku. I love all the Repliku moments those were the best. From first meeting Sora was super excited he was there— even blushing but Repliku didn't care 😭😭😭

He looked bored and then annoyed and so bothered. It didn't help that Sora was saying the "Riku is fine he can take care of himself.." scene when Repliku first arrives.

But then I got to this scene after it was revealed Repliku is a replica and Sora already fought Larxene. It was a scene I didn't know existed where Naminé brings Repliku to a hallway in Castle Oblivion and she says," I'm sorry I made you face a painful memory," and she takes the star charm as she says "it's not necessary."

And during this moment she just feels his hair and it's so cute. Like I didn't know his existed until now

But it's basically the last time he's seen in the manga and that's where I have problems with the manga. He's not there defending Naminé with Sora before Marluxia. Sora doesn't tell him he is his own person and he's thankful that Sora's feelings are real.

I wish it had that because it's such a great scene. Also he doesn't die he just leaves. So there a bonus scene basically after com events and he wakes up is confused and wonders where Naminé is, runs into Riku. Then he leaves carrying a bag like he's the sad ant meme 😭

And I was thinking it's sad because that's probably the last time we'll see Repliku. In the kh3 manga, he's cut out. Dark Riku wasn't shown. They skipped Fransankyoto a long a few other words, but that word has Dark Riku.

I was afraid they would cut him out completely even though that's a big plot point.

However THE VERY NEXT DAY, yesterday I find out the next chapter of kh3 manga released and had Repliku, however only certain people can access it and I have not.

Though I heard they skipped the sacrifice scene with Riku and all the guardians falling which is disappointing 😢💔

But I'm so excited when it's there for everyone to see on February 15

#kingdom hearts #soriku #kingdom Hearts manga #manga thoughts #chain of memories #com manga #kh3 #kh3 manga #replinami #repliku and Naminé is so cute I need more of them #it just pains me even more because of his kh3 death #LIKE THEY HAVE VEXEN AND IENZO THEY CAN CREATE A REPLICA #but he had to be selfishly selfless and sacrifice himself #How would she feel she would want to see him #kh review #I wish I could see the kh3 latest chapter

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tatatatatara · 9 months

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Me seeing posts that say Kaneki is kind: well yes but actually no

#many characters and himself reveal that he's selfish not kind #i mean it's not like he's not kind but not kind kind you know #his kindness is not the same as banjou #it's more like his mother (black goat's egg reference yay) as in he is kind because he wants people to love him #that's different from “he's kind because he wants the best for people”#you can see how he treated tsukiyama or aogiri!ayato or the way he was willing to eat everything for his selfish purpose (see touka again)#he's the parralel of eto as in eto is evil but she's evil for the sake of her people not herself #it sounds contradictory but it's not #selfishly nice and selfless evil i dont know how to put it #anyways im not saying kaneki was wrong or sth i think his selfishness makes everything more interesting #like he's not just a sad kind boy you know #just uh think about his mother and you'll understand

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welcometoteyvat · 1 year

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read baizhu’s stories. he wins for most balanced character of all time

#and i mean this in terms of lore vs plot relevance and personality traits #i still haven't pulled him but thats fine (coping) sigh he's so idk enriched as a character #like his stories are obv focused on. well himself but they have a lot of nice lore details like his contract w changsheng and some immortali #immortality mentions ig. idk how to describe it also the elaboration on the r/ship between life and death >>>>>>#can't believe he goes to dinner at wfp sometimes lmao?? him and hu.tao be like 'cant stand this bitch 1 min later me and the bestie' /jjjjjj #just kidding i could never water down a nuanced relationship to a joke meme #when they mentioned how he hu tao and zhongli come together and only truly meet heart to heart when conducting last affairs... good stuff #anyways i like him. please come home now i dont want to have to go to 80 pulls for you #back to the lore relevance its nice that his story quest also elaborated on like how god remains affect people and callback to the chi of yo #yore world quest wayyy back #think im pretty satisfied for how his character personality etc turned out after 2 yrs of waiting like some of the hate was so bad lol just #bc of qiqi's stories but like his stories did a nice balance between selfless but sees all transactions as useful ones and does good but wit #with knowledge that it will also benefit his own reputation and image. selfishly selfless search for immortality clever but caring etc etc #he's got a solid head about him and now i want in depth character analysis fics when there are none on ao3 pensive pensive #ramblings!#baizhu

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hgduo · 1 year

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I love the archetype/trope of "I am hurting you for the greater good, I am hurting you to protect you from something worse, I am hurting you because I love you so I am willing to lose you, I am hurting you and I know it's awful but- even though I can't tell you- I promise it'll be worth it."

because it's never worth it

#characters who get SO caught up in the greater good that they fail to see all the pain along the way outweighs the ending OUGH.#I've always been so in love with those kind of characters- so sure and so committed that it's not possible for them to look back #sure maybe at some points they miss the past... they reminisce... but it's over... and there is work to be done Now #like.................... you are so tragically blind- so selfishly selfless in the worst ways #yeah you 'saved' them but things will never be the same- you broke it to save it #(I blame Lucian Hewitt from RS for my absolute weakness for this trait... he started it all for me lmao)

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pirateborn-a · 1 year

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✧. some headcanons on Roger after learning about his illness.

Roger had always believed he would be traveling on the seas with Rayleigh and his crew until he grew old. He was an unstoppable force of energy and life with a lust for adventure, so it’d never really even occurred to him to entertain the thought of retirement. After he found out he was dying, he abandoned those dreams and dedicated his entire attention and energy towards fulfilling his first promise-- to turn the world upside down.

The first few months after confirmation he was dying, Roger acted incredibly reckless, far more than he had prior. He was insistent on throwing himself into danger as if to say “Look! I’m fine! I’m still fine!”. He wanted to prove that he was still alive, that his crew didn’t need to worry so much about him. He needed for things to be normal, for people to not treat him differently. Eventually, this calmed down though, likely after being scolded a good few times or after accidentally leading his crew into danger and not just himself.

Although he was incredibly nonchalant about the affair, he was in constant pain. He did his best to hide the worse of his illness from the crew, no matter the pain. Only Crocus and Rayleigh were ever really allowed to see him in any state besides his best. In most cases, he would just lock himself in his cabin -- or whichever room was nearest -- and stay there until the worse had passed.

Roger did his damn best to be a constant beacon of positivity, he would encourage song and laughter and throw celebrations over any victory-- minor or major. He had to be sure his crew would be okay with his departure before the time actually arrived. He wanted them to celebrate his life, their life as a crew, not mourn it.

He left the crew at the end because he didn’t want them to have to watch his sickness reach its peak, he thought he was protecting them this way, and keeping it so that they remembered their captain as his best before he died.

#[ headcanon ] ✧〖 tomorrow’s skies are always clear 〗#terminal illness cw #ask to tag.#[ mostly extrapolating on stuff mentioned in last ask i replied to uvu #[ bc indulgence---#[ still shaking lisa and poppy fr---#[ fsdksdkl #[ just...#[ man had 4 years left and that was a stretch only thanks to crocus and just.#[ rotates him #[ so!!!#[ selfishly selfless!!!#[ doesnt even consider having feelings in favor of caring for his crew and yet!!!#[ doing so because he couldn't bare the alternatives #[ and just. never considering that his crew would want anything different because He doesnt want anything different #[ he loved his crew So much they were his life his treasure his everything #[ but he let them go with celebration because he couldn't bear having them see him decay and just #[ and just. thinks ab roger acting so reckless even beyond his usual self because he had to prove to the others that he was okay they didn't #[ need to worry about him #[ and just.#[ sdjkdsklsd #[ thinks ab him a normal amount fr

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antique-symbolism · 1 year

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I think I was doing something kind of interesting with vampires in CCGCCL/ABFHMM and I miss working on it

#MR is fun but it's not doing anything innovative when it comes to vampire lore or symbolism #can't really put into words rn what I'm trying to do with it in ABFHMM #but instead of vampirism being your classic Alienation from Humanity like in MR #ABFHMM sort of says 'what if vampirism actually made you more connected'#'when it gives you the power to change another person's life will you use that selfishly or selflessly?'#but most importantly: 'do you even understand the difference?'#and it's that last part that's most key #now I'm sure this has been done before and I'm not saying i *invented* anything here #but it's a take i don't see as often #again: particularly the last part #particularly characters who think they're doing the selfless thing or are trying to or have convinced themselves they are #but the reality is that they're struggling to contextualize their power and the way it changes their connections to people #and that leads to mistakes

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goji-pilled · 2 years

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There's not a single day where I don't think about this particular page from the Rebellion manga it just. God.

#the felix talk #'Looking for the feeling that moved her so long ago'#<from the official describtion of oktavia #...god. GOD.#she yearns and she yearns....so selfishly selfless....#theres so many thoughts about this in my head #but none of them are gonna come out cohherrently as of now but. fuck.

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sugar-konpeito · 2 years

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I feel like Pluto being in love with someone is kind of important for her character?????? It shows that she has emotions completely unrelated to servitude. There’s someone she loves for her sake, and her sake alone. She may have been created to serve others, but she still has her own desires, whether she likes it or not. She feels more human that way.

#sailor pluto #setsuna meioh #it could be romantic or platonic #i think she needs some kind of selfish desire to feel complete #as a character #no one can just dutifully serve others all the time!!#people need to be selfish #even if it's only inside their head and never externalized #pluto selfishly love this person in her head #never saying out loud #she's ashamed of doing something for herself alone #and she doesn't want anyone to know about it #her loving endymion is interesting to me :>#she's vowed to care for him from the side #and never expect anything in return #she feels inexplicable joy helping endymion #but there's a sadness too #nobody would even be mad at her if she told them #she's chosen to torture herself #being selfless all the time is not ideal basically!!!!#loving chibiusa is a shared duty of all the sailor guardians #so she can tell herself that THAT'S just part of her duty #loving a child is a shared purpose #but loving endymion is not #he's already an adult #and has plenty of love from his family already #she can't love him for *his* sake #only her own #so she's gotta confront herself about this eventually #sailor moon

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lovelyghst · 5 months

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könig is definitely the type of man to keep you in bed all morning on christmas. he’s soo clingy and he refuses to break it for a second.

he gets to spoil you every day of the year but this holiday is one of the few days he gets to spoil himself. and you know he’d be so selfishly selfless with it, too. you’d think him focusing on you for hours without break was his way of showing his love for you, which it certainly is, but at the same time he’s really just doing it all for himself.

lying on his stomach with his head between your thighs as you’re both still so sleepy having just woken up, kissing and marking all up your thighs before even thinking about removing your cotton panties. licking at the little wet spot of fabric that forms from his teasing but he’s too far into his own headspace to even recognize how horribly he’s torturing you. soft and gentle lapping at your clit soon turns into him full-on finger fucking you after your first orgasm cause he adores so much how you lose your breath, convulse so, so tightly around him, and unintentionally tug harshly at his hair when you come.

he’ll fuck you in all of them later but his favorite positions so early in the morning are lazy missionary and prone. just the way your entire body presses up against his has him so cozy, and how he gets to bury his face in your neck and hair whilst listening to your soft whines and panting. your giggles when he grabs your leg and flips you over onto your front so easily, wrapping his big arms around your chest and shamelessly crushing you with his weight. you just get so pliable when you’re given his cock and he wants to play with you for hours.

he gives you breaks in between and each time you think he’s finally letting you out of bed, but instead he’ll be dragging you onto his lap for another make-out session that’ll soon turn into you riding him.

you tell him so many times that you wanna open presents, show him all the little knick knacks you got him but the fucker just responds with something like, “why would we need to do that when i’ve got everything i want right here?” before going down on you again. and if you’re still complaining after that, he’ll just grumble before leaning over to the nightstand, opening the drawer, and pulling out a pretty box with some sort of jewelry for you. he’s always prepared!!

#i need him #cod mw #könig #könig x reader #könig x female reader #könig smut

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dykekarkat · 7 months

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worst feeling in the fucking world when the fandom falls victim to the delusions/lies that the character's feed themselves and than those lies are taken to be the True Essence of the characters

like i just finished rereading assassination classroom (for maybe the fifth time?) and focusing on karma + nagisa cus theyre my faves and like theyre fucking liars!!! ik its basically a dead fandom now so most of the content ive been looking at is years old at this point but like they would be sooooo happy to know accurate grasps of their characters are near nonexistent.

like karma WANTS you to think he's a cool genius lone wolf who only cares about his own abilities!! meanwhile basically every single action he takes in the second half of the manga proves each of those traits to be false outright!!!

like hes (sort of) a team player! he knows everyones strengths! hes thinking about other ppls feelings when it comes to the assassination! he's been putting in insane amounts of effort since he failed that one final!

nagisa WANTS you to believe that he's a fully selfless, weak, support player while being pretty much the exact opposite!! but he doesnt work in a team he works best alone! literally w express permission to work fully solo during the war arc! he wasnt thinking of how everyone else felt during his proposal to save korosensei! he wanted to be the one to kill korosensei (somewhat selfishly)!!

the narrative foils are narratively foiling and no one wants to give it the proper respect it deserves smh.

#whoops this got long #assassination classroom #karma akabane #nagisa shiota #karmagisa #this is more nuanced im simplifying it i just cant STAND how ooc theyre portrayed as all the time.

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moonsaver · 16 days

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Okay, honestly, I'm still reeling from the entire penacony quest, but here's my take on Sunday so far;

He's manipulative, obviously.

But like.. the type that's kind of hesitant from time to time because he's still sincere to a degree. At least, when it comes to his loved ones.

So, I guess that hesitance decreases a lot if you're just some nobody. Even then, Sunday does want the better for everyone, too. It just means that others may bear the brunt of it for the most part before being able to get ahold of it.

Also, at the very least, even if some people suffer, at the end Sunday believes they will reach where they want to, after. In that case, however, Sunday suffers far more than them, without actually ever reaching his own destination or idea of paradise.

However, this view is a bit distorted. Sunday believes to be "sacrificing" himself, shouldering loneliness and burdens in order to uphold everyone else's "paradise". But to the others, he's simply a tyrant overruling everyone's will with his own idea of Order.

Sunday deeply cares. He cares too much. That's kind of the problem.

A bit of self-destructing tendencies when pushed too far, I guess.

Lets ignore logic established by the quest for a second (because i literally am still reeling from it)

Imagine Sunday first discovers this possibility. He's terrified of it, but at the same time, he truly thinks this is humanity's salvage – for everyone who has deeply suffered. He thinks of you.

You who have had your fair share of pain, who confides in him late at night in the quiet of your privacy, hushed voices like silenced by a thick blanket through the wall.

You deserve to live a sweeter life. He thinks. No. You deserve more. He knows.

The first person he ever wants to step into this paradise – you.

Now, although Sunday was defeated in the end, we all know that unfortunately, our ragtag team had to wake up again because defeating him first was a dream. This means at some point, Sunday did succeed.

And after everyone wakes, you don't. You continue sleeping soundly. So does Sunday.

The rest of the world can return to their miserable, bitter lives outside of this dream; but Sunday will be damned if he's letting you go. Perhaps.. it's not a selfless wish, anymore. Perhaps at this point, Sunday desperately, selfishly, grips onto you with the latches of a sweet, deep dream. One where he was fatally destined to never reach, only to control from the waking world. Now that everyone else has woken, he wants to return to the dream. He wants to return to you, who he has so lovingly entrenched deep into it.

Also, Robin. Im in SO much pain... PLEASW..

Do you guys think.. even if Robin was vehemently resistant against Sunday's ideas..

Even though Sunday knew she wouldn't stand for it..

Do you guys think.. he wanted her to also join him at the end and enjoy the "Paradise" he created aswell?

Do you think he would have wanted Robin to stop worrying about everything, to take rest, to finally come home, and sing to her heart's content inside the dream? The dream where they set the bird free? The dream where Sunday still has a sweet tooth? The dream where she never has to wear elaborate neck-pieces? The dream where neither of them was hurt? Where neither of them left each other?

Oh...ogh. . My heart.

Sunday would be such a scary lover, too.

I mean even normally, I don't think a relationship with him would be that healthy

Particularly because it seems so healthy

If reader was in a relationship with normal sunday, I mean.. it's gonna at least appear healthy and normal, even to them. It's probably just Sunday having to constantly burden himself with all the dirty strings he has to pull, the quiet rush of water when he washes his hands before caressing the side of your face, the tight, closed smile he would give if you ever asked him what was wrong.. he can't let you know.

I think he'll take a yandere route in an established relationship if you do happen to find out what's been going on behind the scenes. He'll have to calm you down, and you promise you won't peep about it. The build up is almost invisible, because things seem to go back to the way they were. Before Sunday starts acting a bit.. restless. That would be when his yan! Tendencies would start kicking in, for a variety of reasons.

I feel like y'know, out of all the hsr cast, he's one of the characters who is genuinely very close to becoming a yandere canonically. Control freak? Check. Twisted ideals? Check. Unchecked power? Check. Hypnotization/manipulation? Check.

Also, the slight difference of his color pallete as opposed to Robin's.

His is much more washes out than Robin's. It's more "duller" but also more professional, and the gold of his halo is more colder than the warmer tone of Robin's halo. They both still have white/grey as a major color in their palletes, but Sunday's is accompanied by deep navy blues, or washed out blues. Robin's is very vibrant and purple. The only blue segment of her pallete is her hair, and it's remarkably more vibrant than Sunday's.

Also.. Sunday's whole ideas on "weak" and "strong"

Of course, it wasn't all correct, but that doesn't mean they didn't hold some semblance of sense.

Regardless, this playing with yan! Tendencies..... HOOOOO boy

So many thoughts. Sunday manipulating his partner is quite possibly the most common theme in them.

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mysterycitrus · 2 months

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tragic ironies in batman comics my beloved like what do u mean the character who values freedom and flight above all else becomes willingly shackled to the earth. what do u mean the character who takes a heavy burden out of necessity claws at u to hold onto it. what do u mean u died in a selfless act and returned to act selfishly. what do u mean you’ve become just like ur father.

#man……. the Textual nuance (that doesn’t exist)#batman #dc comics

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yoisami · 6 months

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tags. itoshi rin x gn!reader, fluff, 0.7k wc, established relationship, characters are aged up, i feel like rin has cold hands idk, rin misses you a lot :(

when rin enters your shared bedroom, expecting you to be waiting for his return as you busied yourself on your phone, he’s puzzled to see you lying on your side on the bed, breathing steadily and seeming to have fallen asleep.

this astounds him, really, because you typically fall asleep after midnight, but today was an exception. with your eyes shut and your face nestled into the edge of your pillow, it appears that rin feels too guilty to wake you up in this instance.

however, the athlete admits that he’s sulking on the side because you were supposed to be awake, ready to offer an hour of cuddles before he goes to sleep. afterall, rin had finally returned to japan after a month overseas—he assumed that you would want to savour his affection after thirty days of separation.

but it looks like his prediction was incorrect because you’re fast asleep without needing the comfort and security of his arms. maybe you don’t need him, but he needs you—he misses you terribly.

spending thirty days without your presence was almost a form of torture, and to rin, it felt like a birthright that had been seized from his arms. you’re more than just a mere part of his daily routine, so for him to skip his regular hugs and kisses was very odd. it wasn’t unbearable—rin survived the month without your physical affection, but frankly, he prefers to survive with it.

rin is well aware that your love is a privilege, and it’s one that he swears to never take for granted. he’s thrived for twenty years without your love, but after having a taste of it two summers ago, it’s left him somewhat unsatiated—rin still wonders what it’d truly feel like to selfishly keep all your love to himself.

but rin couldn’t ever fill all the spaces inside your heart. you have plenty of love to give—to your family, your friends, even strangers—and that’s a reason why he adores you so much. you’re selfless and always willing to share a piece of your love with everyone, even though you barely have enough for yourself.

rin gingerly slips inside the duvet, making gentle movements to avoid accidentally waking you. his side of the bed dips a little when he shifts to his side with your back facing him.

the moment rin extends his arm out to your waist, you breathe out his name, your voice sounding a little lower than how it usually is during the day.

in a similar volume, rin responds. “hmm?”

your eyes remain shut when you turn to lie on your right side, but like muscle memory, your fingers find themselves clutching onto his shirt. it’s one of the many requests you make that doesn’t require any words for it to be fulfilled because rin knows exactly what you want.

so without a thought, his hand rests atop your cheek, and like waves in the ocean, they travel back and forth, from your temple to your scalp. a content hum leaves your lips.

“y’know, the apartment was strangely quieter without you in it,” you begin, your head inclining into rin’s chest. “and it didn’t make sense to me... because i normally do the talking anyway.”

even though the curtains are perfectly shut, the streetlights from below still made their presence inside the bedroom. it lands behind you, delicately underlining every single one of your features as rin’s thumb traces the shadows on your skin. this is the golden view of your face, and he’s missed it.

“i’ve missed you.”

though you’re half-awake, you’re still able to successfully tease him. the room is dark, but rin is able to make out the tiny smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “how much?”

“like, a lot,” he whispers, his lips moving against your forehead. then he presses a kiss. “more than a lot.”

“what are you going to do when you leave me for another tournament again?”

“teach you how to play soccer and i’ll make sure you’re on the team. then you can come along, and i won’t have to miss you like this again.”

your chuckle is quiet, but it’s just loud enough for rin to hear it.

“sounds like a plan.”

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pursuitseternal · 1 month

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“The Seventh Day:” filled with self indulgent A!A behavior (Astarbation) in “Antics of the Newly Ascended”

Ascended Astarion x F!Reader | E | 1.9K of Astarion self-love

🎨 by @marimosalad full nsfw on X 🍆💦

Summary: Left behind, Astarion occupies his Ascended self first with some uncharacteristically (selfishly-motivated) selflessness, followed by some self-served reward in anticipation for your return home.

CW: Male masturbation (Astarbation?), panty sniffer/theif, he’s trying to be a helpful (selfishly), self-indulgent Astarion, Reflection Appreciation™️, he would be such a messy partner (in so many ways)

Previous Ch | ao3 link | Masterlist

The Seventh Day…

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“Oh… darling, I’m hurt. I thought we had something special…”

“You always say that, and you’re always hurt…” you fold your arms and tilt your chin up at him.

“Am not,” Astarion fires back, petulant like a child, until he realizes everyone is watching your exchange. He straightens his spine and picks the pretend lint off the cuff of his sleeve. “You go right along… you’re the leader after all, and if you think you can finish your business without the Vampire Ascendant in your ranks, then go, have fun…”

You level that glare at him that lets him know you see right past his facade to the bullshit underneath.

“No, really,” he purrs, “you go, I’ll just stay here while… you do all the hard work.” He gives you that arrogant smirk and tilt of his head, that makes you war inside whether you want to slap him silly or fuck him senseless. He can see it… in your thoughts, in the way your heart pounds slow and harder as his eyes look down your armored figure. “I’ll just stay here, tend the home fires and find little ways to comfort myself over your absence, darling.”

He flashes his fanged smirk at you, your nostrils flaring wide with irritation and lust. “Don’t make a mess,” you taunt. “Enjoy your alone time.” With that you spin on your heel and your chosen three follow.

Wyll in particular laughs loudest. “Don’t worry, once he finds a mirror, he’ll be entertained for hours, I’m sure.”

The group chortles as they shut the door to their rooms in the Elfsong, but not before you throw one more look over your shoulder at your lover. He’s just smirking, irritated and conflated despite his wounded pride, making a show for you in that one moment of unbuckling his armor to drop it at his feet.

You shake your head and smile, all the irritation you have melted into love as you blow him a kiss. Then you shut that door.

The instant the door is shut, Astarion grimaces and throws the rest of his armor to the ground in a huff. Petulant? Yes, but also hurt. He looks around the empty suite of rooms, collecting his armor, he decides to actually put it away properly for once back in his rooms. Your rooms. Besides, he has no interest in watching Scratch nap by the fireplace, or risk any of the other ‘strays’ who have joined along the way come up and bother him.

With a discontented sigh, Astarion slinks his way into your rooms alone. That open chest for his armor is so close inside the door, but he sets it down on the floor. See how she likes that… he smirks, imagining your usual comments made under your breath about his messiness as you insist on tidying up. You’ll have to step over it when you come back exhausted and bloodied.

A slight pang of guilt tweaks his gut, his eyes settle on it again, that pile of his armor… the stack of messy clothes—yours and his— discarded hurriedly last night before your fucked… A slight disgruntled smile crosses his face. Maybe… just this once…. He could entertain himself in a different way.

He starts putting the armor in the trunk piece by piece, and with each one he starts to think about how much you will smile as you see your rooms.

Another piece in the trunk… he can almost feel your blush color your cheeks at his thoughtfulness. Your gratitude will be palpable… and you will want to shower him with affection… willingness… Astarion sighs to think about how you will positively reek of sweat and blood and arousal when you see what he’s done for you, his darling.

He closes the lid of the storage chest with an eager groan, that ache in his groin blooming slightly just at the thought of what will come once you’re home. You’ll positively worship at his feet for taking such good care of you…

That ache burgeons into a full erection at the image he’s conjured in his mind. With one final grunt, he picks up the pile of discarded clothing from last night, setting it properly in the basket, one rumpled thing of fabric at a time in the corner to be laundered later. One hand adjusts his erection, the other holds the last piece of fabric from the floor. Your undergarments.

He pauses, catching your scent in the air just as he wraps his hand around himself…

… he’s just trying to fix that hardness… he tells himself. But he can’t help but give that cock in his grasp a little rub.

He hisses, trying to catch his breath, but his nose only fills with your scent stronger the longer he holds your small clothes in his grip.

“Fuck it,” he growls to himself, unceremoniously sitting himself on the edge of the bed, surrounded by a tidy room. Surely, he deserves his own reward. And your own laziness last night to dispose of your underwear properly has just gifted him with a great incentive. That soft fabric, inundated with your musk, makes his mouth water. He just… has to…

He presses it to his nose, his cock freed from the top of his leathers as he slowly starts to caress it. It feels so good in his hand: the perfect length, the flawless width, the impressive hardness he always gets that makes every vein rise to the surface like marble. The masterpiece of a body that he is, he smirks to himself.

Another deep whiff of that delicious scent, he looks to the side, that large mirror so perfectly placed across from the bed, his idea. His eyes flit between watching his own cock pulse in his fist, staring at the perfection is his own reflection, and closing his eyes to take another deep lung-full of your scent.

Intoxicating, the beat of his own warm hand matches that pulse of his heart, a pounding so insistent in those veins. So steady and growing more pronounced even as he still works himself into bliss. Astarion gives a contented sigh, his thumb catching over that sweet, weeping slit to wet his cock head with early cum.

Indulgent, the way the faded ghost of your musk compliments his own as it grows with every leaking stroke he makes over his own shaft. No wonder you two are so destined for greatness, so perfect together… your bodies made for one another on some primal level, right down to your scents.

A few breaths catch in his throat, the corner of his eye now fixed on that mirror. He pauses to pull his shirt up higher, his leathers down lower, wanting to see more of himself, a body that has ruined so many… Small wonder, he laughs a bit darkly, a bit proudly. The edges of his abdominals protrude, just right, that deep v of his muscles drawing the eye inexorably to that now-glistening cock. Even his balls, so smooth and round and tight now as he feels the pleasure building deep in his core.

For once, now, this body is his to savor, to command and pleasure.

“Ahh…” the thought of reclaiming himself makes his cock leap almost out of his own hand. “Delicious,” he groans to no one but himself. Leaning back, he lets his hips buck into his hand a bit, just for a little extra show… a little more stimulation as his mouth starts to hang slack. He lets that fabric treasure of your underwear slip off his face, just a bit, so he can admire the way his own fangs glint in the sunlight.

Now, those weapons behind his lips, those fangs, those are something just for him, a decadence no one gets to enjoy but you… and himself now of course. With a groan, he longs to sink them into flesh, to feel that first burst of blood as it breaks through skin to coat his hungry tongue. And in his carelessness, he finds it, nipping his own lip to taste his own ascendant blood.

Rich… full… powerful… familiar… he groans. Incredible that you get to drink from him, what a treat for his consort and for himself. The thought of you suckling from his own neck, the play of your breath on his skin as you feed, shivers run down the base of his spine, making his muscles clench and his cock buck harder into his hand.

You’ll be so touched when you see what he’s done for you, his little act of humility to gain your immense gratitude… fuck… it’ll be worth it. The back breaking labor he’s done to please you and make you smile and see his love for you still, even with all he’s become.

Your eyes will sparkle, your lips will arch in that come-hither smile you give him… you won’t be able to resist letting him take you right then and there, however he wants…

His eyes flash to the mirror, the paint of blush on his cheeks and tips of his ears…. It makes his fist grip tighter, his hand beat faster to chase that pressure that needs release. The breath catches in his lungs, his teeth gritting as he feels his balls tighten and cock thicken as he strokes faster and faster…

Another glance at his beloved reflection— that slow seep of pearly cum leaking from his cock… perfection, seduction incarnate, he smirks to himself as he arches and his head cranes backwards. Grunting, sighing, he licks his lips as that pressure in his balls bursts at last, a few more erratic bucks into his fist, as he forces his eyes open to watch.

He juts his hips out forward, almost off the edge of the bed, angled just right to watch his cum explode out gloriously. The reflection, the pulsing he feels, the warmth that drips on his hand…

Head hanging down, tongue licking his lips, he watches as his cock twitches a few more times, that release overwhelming him as he huffs with open mouth. Drips of his cum spatter here and there on the floorboards, the few offending signs of…

The door swings open, you stand panting in its frame, a bit bloodied but none of it your own. Your sharp eyes take in the scene… your love panting, cock in hand, rosy post-coital cheeks flaring a hot pink as you catch him in his indulgence. And all you can do is smirk, knowing you have the upper hand on him, shaking your head as he starts to sputter excuses.

Then you notice what he holds in his other hand, your discarded undergarments from last night. Now your cheeks flame so hot, you’re pretty sure even your undead pale skin is blushing. “What…” but you swallow the question. Why ask it… you know full well what he was doing with your intimates. “I’ll skip the question and just point out that I left you alone for an hour… and you’ve made…” you smirk wickedly as you cross to kneel before him, “… such a mess.”

“Actually, darling, you’ve failed to see that I cleane—”

But before he can get whiny and defensive, you silence him, wrapping your mouth around his still, weeping cock. You moan around his length, not giving it lots of force, just a lazy bob of your head, a slow lick of your tongue. A few swirls of your lips laps all the extra cum from his velvety skin. Then you pull off of him, grinning with all your own self-righteous taunting. “That’s… how you clean, my lord.”

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