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holdmytesseract · 2 years

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Baby Fever - Part Two

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Summary: Five months had passed since Loki shared that 'Magic Moment' with his niece, Eisa. He really meant what he said... Loki wanted to have a small bundle of joy himself. A positive pregnancy test later, your mission is to tell Loki in the cutest, most perfect way possible...

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluff! Pregnancy and a bit of suggestive smut and thirst, if you squint.

Word Count: almost 3,8k

a/n: A lot of you wanted a second part - and here I am to deliver! :) I hope you guys are loving this as much as I do. <3 Thank y'all again for 200 followers! <3

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @lokislittleprincess and everyone, who asked for a part two: @lokisninerealms @homesickasgardian @lucylaufeyson3 :D

If you haven't read the first part yet, you can find it here. Part Three is here! :)

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Five months had passed since the day Loki had the infamous 'Magic-Moment' with his niece, causing him to catch the biggest baby fever possible. Admittedly, I needed a good three days to actually get over this... It was almost too good to be true, so I wanted to make sure that he really meant it. If the fever would last and was not just a whim of nature. Turned out, it wasn't. Loki told me that almost every day, that he could really imagine to have a family with me and that he wanted a baby to 100 per cent. He told me so often, that I lost count. That one precious moment really seemed to have changed him - in the best way possible. I loved that new side of him - and so, after a serious conversation we had a week later, the decision was final... We were going to try for a baby. My husband had showed me more than once, that he was being serious about this, so who was I to deny him his wish? We were talking about Loki after all...

"So... That's a 'yes', darling? Is it? A true, honest, certain 'yes'?" He held gently both my cheeks in his hands, blue eyes filled with love, adoration and hope staring into mine. I nodded, smiling. "Yes, babe. That's a true, honest, certain 'yes'." I quoted him, placing my hands on his. "I want to have a baby with you, Lokes." His eyes lit up, one of the biggest smiles I had ever seen stretched across his face. "Really?" My husband asked, voice full of giddiness and happiness. "Really." He leaned down to kiss me joyfully. "Let's have a baby then." I nodded once again. "Let's have a baby." He placed another soft kiss on my lips, before his smile shifted, turned into a wolfish grin; something mischievous sparkling in his eyes. "Well then... We should start trying right away, darling." Before I even had the chance to answer him, I felt his hands leaving my cheeks and wandering quickly to my bottom, lifting me up, so that I had no other choice than to wrap my legs around his waist. "Lokiii!" I squeaked up in surprise, but giggled uncontrollably, as he carried me straight to the bedroom.

Quite a bit time had passed since then, and after seemingly endless weeks and weeks of trying, I was now finally looking down at a positive pregnancy test. We had a lot of false alarms before, but not anymore. Not this one. My hands started to shake as a squeal left my lips. Pregnant. We had finally made it! A little Trickster was on the way! I squealed once again and literally jumped through the bathroom out of joy. This was going to be amazing! I quickly hid the positive test, somewhere Loki wouldn't find it. Now I only needed to think of a cute way to tell him... It wasn't easy to find a way, though. I wanted it to be perfect - and that was a high task to manage. And not just that... I was also so excited about this all, that I needed to internally fight myself every day to not just scream it right into his devastatingly handsome face. It literally took me everything I got.

After two days of thinking and scrolling secretly like some kind of detective through the internet, I had found the perfect way to tell him. My plan consisted of three phases. Phase One was quick and easy to prepare. A customized onesie. It was green - of course, with the golden lettering 'Little Trickster' in the centre. I also bought a pair of tiny black leather boots, which looked a lot like Loki's. After that was done, I made sure to leave no hints on our laptop and changed over to Phase Two. In Phase Two, I crafted Loki a little card, on which I wrote 'Hi daddy! I can't wait to meet you!', alongside a small version of Loki's horned helmet. That had been a difficult part. I lost a lot of nerves and spent almost three hours on it, but in the end, it was definitely worth it. The helmet looked amazing and utterly cute. Time for Phase Three, but Phase Three was to 100 per cent the most difficult part...

First off, I made sure that Loki wasn't at home - what he luckily wasn't. Tony had ordered him to a mission, which would last at least the whole day, giving me enough time to implement Phase Three. That was at least what he told me and I hoped he was right… Now I stood in the middle of our kitchen, vomit bag in hands and had absolutely no clue, if my plan was going to work out. I took a deep breath and looked to the ceiling. "Heimdall?" I asked cautiously. "I-I know that you can see me, but... I don't know if you can hear me?" I waited for some kind of a response and fiddled with the bag in my hands, was quite a bit nervous. I had never done this alone before... Travelling to Asgard with the Bifrost without Loki. He did all the work. I just listened, stood beside him and held onto my husband for dear life. Nothing. I didn't know what to do if this wasn't working. I certainly couldn't ask Loki and I also didn't want to ask Thor, because I wanted to tell Loki first - well... second. "But... if you can hear me," I just decided to continue to talk, maybe it worked. "I'd like to, uh, ask for an audience with the Queen of Asg-" I didn't come any further, was interrupted by the rainbow light, swallowing me whole and transporting me straight to Asgard. "Aaaaaa!" I landed luckily safely and not on my butt like the last time we were visiting his home (Loki had laughed his ass off, before helping me stand.). I only struggled a bit to stand secure, but mere seconds after my feet had touched the ground, I felt how nausea overcame me. I knew this was going to happen. It always did. So, before I could even say a single word to Heimdall, I firstly threw up in the bag I still held in my hands. Good thing I thought of bringing it with me... Unfortunately, I had the feeling that it was a lot worse than the times before. Maybe it was because I was pregnant? I didn't know. Anyways, was Heimdall immediately at my side, steadying me. "Are you alright, Lady Y/N?" I nodded, taking a deep breath. "Y-Yes, thank you." I straightened myself again, looked thankfully at the Æsir. "I guess I haven't gotten used to the Bifrost yet. Not even after travelling through it for the nth time." Heimdall just gave me a kind smile, before he let go of me again - but not without making sure that I was able to stand alone. "Thank you, Heimdall." "Of course, Lady Y/N." He stepped back on his podium, giving me a nod. "See you later." "The queen awaits you in the royal gardens." "S-She already awaits me?" Heimdall nodded, smiling at me. "Oh... Alright. Thanks." I smiled back at him and started to make my way towards the palace, but the Gatekeeper's words made me stop in my movements again. "And Lady Y/N?" I turned to face him. "Yes?" He smiled once again. "Congratulations." I frowned. Congratu- Oh... Heimdall knew? I was utterly confused, but a second later, I facepalmed myself internally. Of course he knew! He was the Gatekeeper and saw everything and everyone... I blushed a bit, "Thank you." and bowed my head. "I am truly happy for you and the Prince. Please convey my congratulations to him as well." "For sure, I'll tell him." Another smile played on my lips, before I bid my goodbye for real this time and left; quickly disposing the vomit bag.

Once I reached the palace, the guards let me inside, of course, with a friendly nod. "Alone on a visit today, Lady Y/N?" One of them asked, while opening the big golden doors. I nodded. "Today, yes. I have an important matter to tell the queen." "Please forgive me my bluntness, but I hope it's not a bad matter." I shook my head, smiling. "The best matter possible." Without saying anything further, I walked past them and made my way straight towards the royal gardens; greeting a lot of familiar faces on the way.

When I stepped through the blooming gardens, my eyes landed immediately on the queen. She was standing beside a rose bush, carefully trying to pick a rose. I couldn't help but smile, when I saw her standing there. It had been quite a while since I had lastly seen her. I just wanted to speak up and say hello, when her gaze landed on me, a smile spreading across her face as well. "Y/N, my dear!" She let go of the rose and made quick steps over to me, taking me in her arms immediately. "Your majesty." I bowed my head slightly after hugging her. She was still royalty, after all. "Please... Call me Frigga. How many times have I told you, dear? You belong to the family!" Yes... Frigga was, without a doubt one of the most wonderful people I knew. That woman owned a heart of gold. "Frigga." I corrected myself, still holding on to her forearms. "Let us walk a bit. Heimdall told me, you wanted to talk with me?" I nodded, walked beside her. "Yes, I do. There's something important I want to tell you." I wasn't nervous at all to tell Frigga. Quite the opposite... I was very excited. I knew that she always wished for her sons to have a great life, filled with love, the right women at their sides - and grandchildren. Thor gave her this gift already and now it was time for Loki and me to do the same. "Go ahead, my dear. You know that I always have a sympathetic ear for my daughters-in-law." "Thank you, Frigga. I really appreciate that." I paused for a moment, before I continued; wasn't able to hide the smile on my face. "It makes me very happy to tell you, that you are going to have another grandchild in about eight months." A rather loud gasp left Frigga's mouth and she stopped immediately in her movements. I stopped as well and turned to look at her, biting my lip, trying to hide my smile. She was visibly quite shocked and surprised, didn't expect that at all. But mere seconds later, a big smile began to form on her face. "Oh, my dear..." Frigga pulled me instantly in a tight hug. "You have no idea how happy you just made me." I giggled softly and hugged her of course tightly as well. When she backed up from the embrace, I saw a few tears shimmering in her blue eyes. "My littlest boy is going to be a father..." Frigga said, shaking her head in disbelief. I nodded quickly. "He is, yes." When she looked at me again, I saw a happy tear escaping the corner of her eye. Her hand flew up to cup my cheek gently. "Congratulations. From the bottom of my heart. I am truly, honestly so happy for you and Loki. The love you two are sharing is so very special and strong. And now you are topping this wonderful love with a child. Is there something more beautiful?" Her words almost made me cry as well... "Thank you so much." I wasn't able to form any more words, because I was too caught up in suppressing my own tears. She hugged me once again - what was exactly what I needed in that moment, before letting go of me again. "Does my son already know?" We leisurely continued our stroll through the gardens, smiling at each other. I shook my head. "No, not yet… But that's actually the reason why I'm here. I have a plan on how to tell Loki, but for that plan to work out, I need your help." Frigga smiled at me. "Whatever you wish for."

Three days later, I had everything what I needed... The onesie, the boots, the card, the helmet and the special object Frigga gave me. And as if on cue, Loki had been called for another mission this day, what meant that I could set up everything calmly and take my time to make it perfect. It took me quite a while, but it was worth it. Satisfied, I looked at my good work. Yes... This was perfect. I was the rest of the day literally on edge. Loki could walk every second through the door. I was also a bit nervous, but mostly excited. Of course, I tried to distract myself with doing unnecessary things like sorting my clothes. It was a little bit stupid, but helpful. I was just about to start another silly task, when I heard a key turning in the lock of the main door. My heart skipped a beat and picked up its speed on instant. It was thudding against my ribcage, adrenaline and excitement flooding my veins. "Darling?" Loki's voice called out. I took a deep breath and rushed down the hallway to greet him. "Hi, baby!" My arms found their way immediately around my husband's neck, just like his arms sneaked around my waist, pulling me closer. He was donning his full Asgardian armour - except the helmet; the leather cool against my skin. The smell of sweat and leather hit my airways, with a small trace of Loki's cologne. "Hello." "Successful mission?" He sighed. "Yes, but it was quite tiring and long." I pressed my lips against his for a loving kiss. "I'm sorry to hear that, Lokes." But I have a wonderful surprise for you, I thought. But instead, I said: "Go have a shower and after that, we are going to order pizza and flop on the sofa, watching Netflix or so." Loki began to smirk, a boyish glint in his eyes, as he squeezed my hips. "Netflix and Chill?" He asked, winking. I just rolled my eyes, but smiled. "You are insatiable, do you know that?" "Yes, I am more than aware of that. I could never have enough of you, my queen. My glorious purpose is to make love to you and worship you until the end of time." His words sped up my already fastly beating heart even more; butterflies running wild inside my stomach. The love I felt for this man was infinite. "Gods, I love you, Lokes. So much." Loki certainly didn't expect this reaction from me (Thanks to my hormones.), but he reciprocated the kiss I pulled him into nevertheless immediately. "I love you, too, my love." I could see the love flickering in his blue orbs. Our lips met again, before Loki gave me another mischievous grin. "And besides... We are on a mission, remember, darling?" I knew of course what he meant. "A mission that isn't successfully completed yet." If only you knew, I thought and bit my lip, playing along. "Well, that is quite right... Go shower nowand relax firstly a bit, babe. Then we can think about the 'Chill' part." Loki leaned down to capture my lips once again with his, "Whatever my queen desires." before he let go of me and passed me by, making his way to the bathroom. As soon as the door clicked shut behind him, a deep breath left my lips. The countdown was set... It was so thrilling to know, that Loki was going to find without a doubt the biggest surprise in his life in a few minutes. I passed the time by nervously pacing back and forth. I literally couldn't wait for the moment to come.

About fifteen minutes later, I heard how Loki turned off the shower; the water stopping to run. There it was… The moment. I quickly tiptoed to the bathroom and waited in front of the door, till he exited the now steamy room; preventing him from going to the bedroom. Loki's still wet raven hair was being held together by a manbun; the black t-shirt he wore clinging tightly to his still slightly damp skin. The grey sweatpants he wore were hanging low on his hips, revealing a glimpse of his perfect v-line. His eyes landed immediately on me, brows furrowing slightly in confusion, but I had been slightly too distracted to notice. "Darling, what...?" My husband's words brought me back to reality, pulling me away from my thirsting thoughts and reminding me, that there was a surprise waiting for him. I looked up into his eyes, biting my lip to hide the smile. "Sorry, Lokes, but... I want to show you something, okay?" He nodded, still a bit confused. "Of course. What is it, Y/N?" I gently took his hand in mine, dragged him slowly after me. "You'll see, my love." I smiled at my husband and led him towards the bedroom. The door was closed - on purpose, of course. I let go of his hand again and nodded towards the door. "Open the door." He frowned, had visibly no idea what I was insisting, but placed his hand on the handle. "Okay." He slowly, almost cautiously opened the door and peeked inside. Loki looked back at me; even more confusion written all over his gorgeous face. "Why is there a huge gift standing in our bedroom, darling? It's not my birthday today, as far as I can recall." He was, of course, referring to the big box, standing inside our living room. The package looked like a gift, had a bow on top and a few golden and green balloons were bound to it, hovering in the air. I shrugged my shoulders, played the innocent. "I don't know. I guess you'll have to find out."

He went inside the bedroom, approaching the gift carefully, but curiously. I followed him, stood by the side and watched. Loki stepped closer, inspected the box. I was excited how long it was going to take him to find the first hint. Turned out, it didn't take him that long... I had placed the small version of Loki's horned helmet on top of the box. "Why is there a miniature horned helmet?" He took it in his hands, taking a look, before he faced me again. "Maybe it's a hint for you to open the box..." Another frown contorted his face. Loki put the helmet aside, placed it on the bed. "You are being very mysterious at the moment, darling. What is going on in that beautiful head of yours? What have you planned?" Once again, I shrugged my shoulders and gave him a soft smile. "Fine..." He untied the balloons, then carefully the bow and lifted the lid, causing the four sides of the quadratic box to fall open, revealing a smaller box. I had placed the reason why I had been to Asgard on that said box. Loki squatted down, took the object in his hands, then getting up again. He turned towards me. "Love what... Where did you get that from? Why is this here?" Loki turned the wooden toy in his hands. It was a black painted wolf - his favourite toy when he had been a child, like Frigga told me. I smiled at him. "What do you think?" He shook his head. "I don't know what I should think right now. I am highly confused." "Then I guess you need to have a look inside the final box." Without saying another word, he knelt down, placed the wolf carefully beside himself and literally ripped open the box; too impatient now. I was biting my lip again, when I witnessed his eyes widen at what he saw. I had put the green onesie inside, alongside the tiny boots and the card. "What-" Loki's hand reached for the things, his eyes reading the words, written on the card. 'Hi daddy! I can't wait to meet you!' And then, it clicked. I could tell by his expression. "I thought we should have a little piece of your history for your child to grow up with..." His head snapped into my direction, hands trembling slightly, as he held the onesie in a death grip. "M-My child?" His voice was quivering; his eyes getting more and more glassy with every passing second. "Y-You are...?" He snivelled, gaze lowering to rest on my stomach. I nodded, felt how my own tears started to fall as well. "Yes, babe. I'm pregnant." A heart-wrenching sob left his lips, as the realisation sank fully in with my spoken words. Loki scooted over to me as quickly as somehow possible, arms wrapping around my middle, his face buried in the t-shirt I wore. My hands found his hair, running my fingers through his locks as the happy tears he shed wetted the white fabric. I had never seen my husband like that. So emotional, so deeply touched. It made my heart slosh over with love for this man.

It took Loki quite a few moments to calm a bit down again. The tears had stopped falling from his now puffy, reddened eyes, but he was still on his knees in front of me; my hands still in his hair. Without saying a word, he brought up his shaky hands and lifted gently, carefully my t-shirt, revealing the bare skin of my stomach. Loki pressed a soft, lingering kiss there, before his oceanic eyes met mine again. "I'm going to be a daddy..." He stated, shaking his head slightly in disbelief. "I can't believe this... What a wonderful surprise, darling." I smiled down at him, tracing his sharp cheekbones. "You're not just going to be a daddy, Lokes... You're going to be the best daddy. Hence, you're an awesome uncle already! And I am very happy and relieved that you loved my surprise." He breathed out a laugh. "How could I not be happy about this surprise? I am the happiest man alive, my love." Loki lowered my t-shirt again and stood up. "Thank you so much for gifting me with becoming a father." He smiled brightly; his hands returning to my still flat belly, before he captured my lips in a breath-taking kiss. "I love you, my darling. My queen, my goddess. And I already love our baby so much." I smiled. "We love you, too, babe."

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rustys-lodge · 11 months

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I'll do it for you

Request by : anon : Can you write a sis fic where she's struggling with her mental health (ie: has depression and anxiety) and the brothers help her through it, motivating her, making sure she's eating and like a common thing with depression is people not brushing their hair so maybe sam/dean does it for them to make them feel better and just general nice comforting things? Thanks xoxo

Warnings : i guess none other than the ones in the request ? because as always i'm bad at this.

A/N : I wrote this in half an hour. I hope it's not too terrible. Please please let me know if you liked it, It helps me write ❤ Also thank you to that anon that asked me about this again lol

"Good morning, kiddo."

a soft breeze and a kiss on the cheek are enough for you to open your eyes. You shift a little in your bed to meet your brother's eyes, forcing a little smile on your lips and Dean takes that as an answer.

"How'd you sleep ?" In his usual neutral tone, Dean raises his voice a bit, acting as normal as possible to not overwhelm you. Or maybe to not overwhelm himself. Dean was known for his absolute denial of problems...That didn't make him any less of a good brother, though.

"Sammy and i have a case up in red cloud." Dean starts and you discreetly breathe a long sigh out, already knowing what he was going to say. "It's not too far. Wanna come ?"

You raise your head up, pretending to be thinking about it. "Umm" You wait a bit longer. "Noo, i think i'm going to stay here." You respond, finally. "Since it's not too far, i'll just do the researching here."

Dean's smile quickly melts into a disapproving pout. And your heart shatters. "it's okay." His tone suddenly disappears and he is almost inaudible, causing your heart to break even more.

You knew he didn't mean to make you feel guilty. But you did. You felt reeeally g-

"No-n-n-n-no." You look up, surprised when you realize your vision is blurry. You blink the tears away. Before you have the time to react, Dean jumps to your side, sitting close enough to you to wrap his hand around your upper body. "it's okay, you don't have to force yourself."

You breathe heavily in an attempt to force the lump in your throat down, only encouraging it to grow. So you bite down on your lower lip, dropping your gaze in the process to avoid the embarassement of Dean having to wipe the tears away and doing all that sweet stuff he usually has to do, whispering in your ear and kissing your forehead.

"It's okay." He repeats, emphasizing the okay, to make sure you heard him. But you did.

"Good morning, honey."

Sam snaps you out of your thoughts, appearing into view when he enters your room, two plates

Two plates ? Your heart skips a beat. And apparently it showed on your face because Sam's lips contorted backwards in annoyance.

"One's for me, one's for you" Sam responds and you feel relief flowing through your body.

"Is it okay if i don't eat right now ?" You ask and he responds with a head shake.

"I'm sorry, honey. But no."

You sigh. You couldn't argue, though. When both of them were aroud there was no room for arguing. Or compromises. because in reality you had already used all your cards, leaving you with no choice.

But you turn to Dean either way, whose gaze turns to Sam. "Wait- what about me ?"

"Dean, bring your own plate."

You chuckle, ready to start bargaining but he sternly spits out a No, causing a pout to take form. And you shift backward into your bed, stopping when you realized Sam was setting the food away. "Didn't you say i can't ea-"

"You wish." Sam walks towards you, taking Dean's place beside you. "Let's brush that hair of yours first. Then you go wash up. Then we eat. Now turn around, honey."

You turn around, your back facing Sam. "Let me know if i hurt you."

"Okay" You nod, like always. But Sam never hurt you. He always carefully assembles every strand of your hair before tightening his hold on half of it. And he brushes, very gently. You sometimes even wondered if the brush bristles reached the inner part of your hair. But it always does. Because after he's done going through every angle and every part, he runs his fingers through it to make sure he didn't miss any part.

After that he sets down the brush on the table and take hold of your face, forcing it around gently to plant a kiss on it.

You smile as your face is squished in between Sam's hand and lips. Lucky you, am i right ? Lucky you, indeed.

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I hope yall enjoyed this . ❤❤❤🌹🌹🌹

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changingplumbob · 2 months

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Knightstone Household: Chapter 8, Part 3

I'm back and so is my alien family! Adam tries to teach Silas how to potty, Suzanna finishes her new garden and family day (because not everyone has mothers or fathers in my save, just like the real world) comes with ups and downs.

Nicknames Suzanna is Mummy or Starlight Adam is Pops or My Heart Silas is Starshine Pollock is Pol or Moondust

Suzanna gets started on the mammoth task of planting the new garden. There’s a lot to set up, including the most recent plants from the visit to Sixam. Unfortunately it would appear that we don’t have any loose UFO’s so can’t replant that one. Silas initially comes to help, but his only option is talking to the plants not playing in them. Boring! He pretends to cook for a while before channeling his Pops and creating another painted masterpiece.

Inside Adam gets Pollock ready for bed. Following some nice milk, Pollock burps without spitting, making Adam very happy. That is short lived however as the diaper change is a putrid horror (Come on EA, why doesn’t my squeamish sim get a negative moodlet when he has to change diapers[hold up he does eventually just not this time]). Once clean, Adam gets Pollock settled in his crib and plays the traditional lullaby in this house, twinkle twinkle.

Silas: *singing* we drop some blue over here, then splash some yellow yellow yellow

Adam: What are you doing

Suzanna: He’s being an artist, just like his Pops

Silas: I make pretty like Pops does, see Pops?

Adam: What a clever little man. And you remembered to do it outside! Good job

Silas: Pops think it good? Do I get 5 stars?

Adam: I think it’s great. Five stars for sure *to Suzanna* I’m just going to try show him how to pee properly again before bed

Suzanna: *chuckles* rather you than me

Silas: Pops, why can mummy not show

Adam: Silas... Mummy and Pops have different parts. My pixel parts are like you and your brother. Mummy has different ones

Silas: Oh. Why Pops?

Adam: Biology questions are best left to your Mummy

Silas: Bi -olo -gee *laughs*

Adam: Now, are you watching how I do this

Silas: *puts on game face* Yes Pops

...

Adam: And of course… most important part is ALWAYS wash your hands afterwards

Silas: Why Pops?

Adam: What comes out of our pixel parts can have germs

Silas: Why Pops?

Adam: Umm... biology? We want to wash germs off before the germs end up in our mouths and make us sick. Washing our hands keeps us and our stuff clean

With encouragement from Adam, Silas does his potty business without getting puddles over the floor.

Silas: Pops… I can’t reach for hands

Adam: Would you like me to lift you up

Silas: YES! Then I clean like you

Following a splashy hand washing Adam holds Silas above the crib to say goodnight to a sleeping Pollock. Changing to pyjamas Adam makes sure Silas is snuggled in soundly, and wishes him happy dreams.

*Satellite Whirs*

Adam: Take that UFO aliens! No abducting us tonight!

Suzanna: Really Adam?

Adam: I’m just trying to keep the population safe

Suzanna: Sure

Adam: Are you ready to go to bed? Test drive the bed placement?

Suzanna: Almost. I have a bit more watering-

Adam: Go to bed, I can finish it

Of course Suzanna swings by the nursery to kiss her sons goodnight before heading upstairs. By the time Adam is finished an exhausted Suzanna is snoring softly.

Adam: *chuckles* I love you

Pollock unlocks sleeping through the night but is still awake at 4am. With nothing much to do he has some solo tummy time, unlocking the creep milestone! Glitches abound as Family Day only appears for the kids and Adam, not Suzanna? Then Pollock somehow calls Adam from a separate floor and resetting Adam plops Pollock onto the floor. Whoops. Realism? Never heard of her

Despite not being able to grab yet Pollock happily plays in the bookcase, causing a swirl of dust to kick up.

Silas: Pol you want to- Pol?

Pollock: *cooing wildly*

Silas: *laughs* I like to make mess to

Adam: Okay, who's making the noise

Pollock: *sucks thumb innocently*

Silas: Pops! *runs for hug*

Adam: Good morning son, happy family day

Silas: We get gifts?

Adam: Later on you do, and so do me and Mummy

Suzanna: Aren’t you a clever clogs, getting out of your crib with only the watcher’s help

Pollock: *coos*

Suzanna: Let’s have some milk. Then Mummy will have breakfast and we can try more food huh? How about that?

Pollock: *burps*

Silas: *singing* We like the pancakes. We like, we like the pancakes

Suzanna: Here we are, safe and sound

Pollock: *coos greetings at everyone*

Adam heads out for a run, happily undisguised today. He’s hoping not to get any funny looks.

Suzanna: Let’s try some… hmm.. Mango? We don’t even have mango in game! Oh well, what do I know

Pollock: *coos questioningly*

Suzanna: Don’t worry Moondust, Mummy’s just talking to the watcher. Okay, open wide for the spaceship

Today however Pollock is not in love with the offering, being unable to make up his mind about it. He decides to play with it instead.

Adam enjoys his run. Sure enough the few sims he passes don’t even bat an eye at a jogging alien.

Suzanna: Mummy just has to have a shower but she’ll be right back okay *blows raspberry*

Pollock: *laughs and bounces legs*

...

Outside Silas has returned to his artwork from last night. He adds more of the same colours and throws in some extra ones for fun.

Once Suzanna has cleaned up for the day she carries Pollock out to his playmat and begins to tend to the growing plants.

While Adam finishes off his run and goes to write his column for work, the rest of the family spend time in the fresh air. Pollock plays in the shade and grabs his toys all by himself! Silas meanwhile mans the food truck while Suzanna studies the plants. A hop, skip and a glitch later Pollock is off the playmat and scoots to the garden to play in the growing plants.

Silas busies himself at his kitchen again, wondering if he can make pancakes. In the end we have a... sticker covered rock.

Silas: I made pancake with choc chips

Suzanna: Oh yeah you did! Great job

Silas: It pretty just like mummy

Suzanna: Aww, thank you Starshine *snuggles* Now how about we... open some presents?

Silas: PRESENTS???

Suzanna: The watcher told me it’s family day (but of course there's the bug which means holidays are still only registering for 3 sims per household)

Let’s see what we have. Silas gets a child's doctor playset, good thing his birthday is approaching (seriously who set up that toddlers could get children's toys). Suzanna gets Phozone, which she already has a ton of. Adam gets… well whatever it was, it was so normal for sims I have already forgotten it (It was one of those bears holding a heart). Suzanna gets Pollock up from his nap and gets him in the bath. Like normal he’s fascinated with the bubbles, trying to blow them around as Suzanna cleans him up.

Adam: Pollock has almost finished in the bath. Shall we have a bath or a bubble bath

Silas: NO. Not want bath! Boring!

Adam: *tuts* I see the problem, I phrased it as a question. But too bad! You’re having a bath Silas

Silas: No Pops! NO! *foolishly runs away into the bathroom*

Adam: What the- Get back here you!

Suzanna: *sighs* Isn’t it good you can’t run Pollock, hmm? Shall we do a bedtime story?

Pollock: *coos*

...

Adam: Silas! I am extremely disappointed in you my son

Silas: Huh? What's dis ap... disappa...

Adam: Disappointed! It means you've made me feel sad and mad because I thought you were better than this kind of behaviour. You have a brain, use it

Adam: Personal hygiene is important! I told you this yesterday

Silas takes a moment to think about what Adam has said, then he gets mad.

Silas: No! Pops is wrong! I not need bath! I have no stink cloud. I still good behaved

Adam: It’s about avoiding the stink clouds Silas

Silas: *throws fit*

Adam: Stop it! Now you can take off those overalls, or I’ll take them off, but you best believe you are having a bath mister

Silas: NO

Adam: I guess we’re taking them off together then

Silas: *pouts* I dis pointed

Suzanna comes in to clean the changing table after reading Pollock to sleep and is amazed to find a happy Silas patting bubbles.

Suzanna: Adam? What… happened

Adam: Once he got in the hot water he *flinches* remembered he likes to splash. Memory of a bloody goldfish

Silas: *splashes wildly and sings* I splish splash, you splish splash, ducky splish splash

Suzanna: Here’s hoping he remembers that for next time

Adam grumbles to himself as he continues getting soaked by Silas. When the bath is finished Suzanna volunteers to take over and Adam storms out of the bathroom leaving a confused Silas to be dried off.

Silas: Mummy, why Pops dis pointed

Suzanna: *sighs* You were behaving badly Silas. Pops was trying to help you, it was rude to run away and throw a fit. He was just disappointed because he thinks you're very smart and very nice

Silas: I show Pops tomorrow, promise

After a rushed dinner and bedtime Suzanna goes in search of Adam and finds him painting upstairs (in my mind she's absolutely drinking some tea during this scene).

Suzanna: Hey you. How you doing after Silas...

Adam: *sighs* I'm better now. I painted my anger without smashing through the canvas, and now it seems I’m much more flirty. Watcher Starlight I was just... so... mad! Why couldn’t he just get in the damn bath when I asked? He likes baths!

Suzanna: Because he’s a toddler? Remember My Heart they don't have fully grown brains yet. We have to teach them how to do things. Unfortunately kids don't come with software telling them to do what their parents tell them

Adam: Yeah *sighs* I guess I’m just worried Starlight

Suzanna: About having a temper?

Adam: Sort of. I'm worried that one day I’ll get mad and flip out and they’ll hate me forever

Suzanna: I could flip out to you know

Adam: *scoffs* As if

Suzanna: I could! Every time I pick up Pol and he cries and hits me I get mad. He’s an infant, he can’t get places by himself. Of course I have to pick him up, he would die otherwise. Why does he have to be so bloody stubborn about it. It makes me feel like he hates me, like I'm a failure

Adam: You could never be a failure to me. But I am glad to hear it’s not just my hold he hates

Suzanna: *chuckles* Yeah he’s definitely not a snuggler. Maybe I should copy you and try painting my anger away

Adam: Painting, writing... The help me focus outside of myself

Suzanna: Hmm. I guess working on the garden gives me a similar feeling. It's as if- oh shoot

Adam: What?

Suzanna: I forgot to call in a day off for Silas' birthday, one sec

Adam: My wife voluntarily missing work? Next you'll say pigs can fly

Suzanna: I want to be here for Silas, and Pol. I know you don’t want more kids, heck you didn’t want these two, and I’m going to do my best to respect that. It just means I want to spend time with them while they still want to spend time with me

Adam: Hey... I’d like to spend some time with you *raises eyebrows*

Suzanna: *laughs* You’re such a dork

Adam: But you love me and I love you

Suzanna: Hmm, this is true

After woohoo the two fall asleep in each others arms, glad to have found each other on this small hunk of rock.

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#sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 #ChangingPlumbobStorytime #KnightstoneHousehold #SuzannaKnightstone #AdamKnightstone #SilasKnightstone #PolKnightstone #simblr #R0807

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shunchitaro · 1 year

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Tatta x GN!Reader

Genre: Angst (TW: Mentions of blood, amputated hand, death) Romantic In which Tatta says his final goodbyes to his lover, during the Osmosis game

["And nothing hurts when I'm alone When you're with me and we're alone"]

Y/N was still angry at Niragi. He'd just called their boyfriend Tatta useless. If it hadn't been for Kuina holding them back, they'd probably have already beaten Niragi to a pulp. Given the circumstances they couldn't afford to lose a player, so they had to hold off for now.

Y/N waited for the others to run off in their assigned directions, before going to Tatta and holding his face in their hands. "Don't listen to him Tatta, okay? You did your best, and I'm proud of you. Stay safe alright?" Y/N comforted him, and he smiled. "I will, you go on. I'll be fine" he nodded, and Y/N took off.

Y/N was looking for items in the shipping compartments when they heard Arisu call to them. They turned, trying to make out the pale and guilty expression on his face. "Is everything alright?" They asked. "Can..can you come with me? I have a plan to stop Kyuma and win the game" Arisu asked. Y/N couldn't help but hint discomfort in his voice but nodded, agreeing.

Y/N didn't quite understand what was happening, until Arisu reached to Kyuma for a handshake. Both Kyuma and Y/N were stunned when the numbers changed.

"How.."

Arisu glanced at Y/N with a pitiful expression before pulling out the bracelet, looking at the ground. "Whose.." Y/N began, but slowly connected the dots. Out of all people, Arisu asked Y/N to come with him. He kept glancing their way as if guilty. Why did he ask Y/N to come, if all they had to do was stand still and watch the two exchange a handshake? Of course, that wasn't just any bracelet Arisu had in his hand.

It belonged to Tatta.

Without asking for permission Y/N ran off, calling Tatta's name, their voice occasionally cracking. Y/N didn't know how Arisu got the bracelet. Did he forcefully take it off Tatta? Wouldn't that kill him? Where is he?

"Y-Y/N.."

Y/N's head shot to the side and they gasped, frozen at the sight. Tatta was leaning on a shipment container, sitting in a pool of his own blood. Judging from the sight, someone had slammed his wrist repeatedly into the door, causing his hand to cut off.

"T-tatta" Y/N immediately went to his side, prying their jacket off and using it as a makeshift bandage, wrapping it around Tatta's wrist to stop the blood flowing.

"What the heck did you do!" Y/N scolded, but inwardly they were scared to lose Tatta. No, they couldn't afford to lose him.

"It was my decision Y/N.. it was the only way for us to live-" "You're sacrificing yourself stupid!" Y/N half yelled, aggravated.

Tatta shushed them, his other hand behind their head to pull them closer, foreheads connected. "You know that I love you right?"

Tears were spilling from Y/N's eyes and they shook their head. "I want you to say that to me after the game. You're going to make it, Tatta. Please, you're going to make it." Y/N sounded persistent.

They loved it every time Tatta professed his love to them, and they didn't want this to be the last time.

"Y/N.. promise me you'll make it out of here." "Tatt-" "No Y/N. I won't make it, please promise me" He begged, and Y/N pulled away slightly to look into his eyes. Never would they have thought this would be the last moments they had with Tatta.

Tatta reached up to cup their face but hesitated, so Y/N placed their hand over his and let it rest over their cheek, not caring that his blood tainted their skin. They stared lovingly at each other a few moments before Tatta pulled them in, giving them a kiss. The kiss was soft- too soft almost, as if asking for permission. Y/N's hands reached down to his shirt, gripping it in their hand before pressing their own lips on his. They stayed like that a few more seconds before pulling away, and Y/N leaned into his chest, not caring that his blood stained their clothes.

"If only we met outside of the borderlands.. we would have had met each other and known each other longer. If this borderland never happened, we would have been happy a little while longer." Y/N mumbled, and Tatta planted a kiss in their hair.

"I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. The borderlands brought you to me, and likewise." He mumbled into their hair.

"If you ever make it out..come find me" Y/N requested, wrapping their arms around him in a warm embrace.

"I'll find you. I know i'll find you, just like I did here." He replied, but didn't promise. The both knew that making a pact would be empty, they both didn't know what they were to face in the future.

"I love you Y/N."

"I love you, Tatta"

Just then they felt Tatta's hand slip off the small of their back and the embrace felt cold, goose bumps forming on their skin. They knew he was gone but they didn't pull away, wanting to be with him a little longer.

They were with him, yet felt incredibly alone. They felt a pang in their heart, knowing that their plan of winning the games with Tatta had now faded. They were just as they were before, when they had just started playing the games.

Alone.

"Game completed"

#imawa no kuni no alice #alice in boderland x reader #alice in borderland #tatta kodai #tatta x reader #aib tatta #gn!reader #gender neutral imagine #aib #aib x reader #angst #aib angst #alice in borderland angst

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sparkymalone · 4 months

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Okay I have another

Natsumi: Wait why are your tongues purple?

Fuyuhiko: We had Slushies. Mine was blue.

Hajime: And mine was red

Natsumi: oh

Natsumi: OH

Peko: you drank eachothers slushies?

This is really cute. Peko being completely romantically inept is my favorite thing.

Anyway, lemme take a crack at it!

Slushies were the absolute best thing ever during the summer. That was the only thing going through Fuyuhiko's head as he happily sipped his frozen treat. He and Hajime had gone out for slushies in the hopes of making the summer heat more bearable, and so far, it was working.

Hajime chuckled beside him and Fuyuhiko turned to give him a questioning look. His boyfriend just smiled fondly back at him. “You look really cute right now.”

Fuyuhiko's cheeks flared red and he almost choked on his drink. “Fuck you,” he coughed.

“I'm serious,” Hajime laughed. “You look so happy. You must really be enjoying that slushie.”

He couldn't argue with that, his slushie was fantastic. Blue raspberry had definitely been the right choice. “But you can't just call me-”

Fuyuhiko's argument was cut off as Hajime leaned in and kissed him. The blonde squeaked in protest, but easily gave in when his boyfriend's lips parted. Their tongues met and Fuyuhiko was vaguely amused by the sweet cherry flavor of Hajime's mouth. He hummed contentedly into the kiss.

When they finally separated, Hajime leaned their foreheads together, smiling at his boyfriend. “Mmm, you taste good.”

The blonde laughed softly. “So do you. Kinda makes me want more.”

Taking the hint, Hajime moved back in, kissing Fuyuhiko deeply.

As they sat there, making out on the park bench, Fuyuhiko realized that there actually was something better than slushies on a hot day: slushie kisses on a hot day.

***

It was much later when Fuyuhiko walked into the living room of the Kuzuryu house. Natsumi and Peko both looked up at him from their place on the couch.

“Where’ve you been?” Natsumi asked, going back to painting her nails.

“With Hajime,” Fuyuhiko replied shortly. He tried not to blush, but somehow admitting to spending time with his boyfriend still felt a little embarrassing.

Peko glanced up from her book again. “Where did you two go?”

Fuyuhiko dropped into a chair, glaring at the two girls. “What's with all the fuckin' questions? I went on a date. Calm down.”

“My apologies,” Peko replied, looking back down at her book.

Sighing, Fuyuhiko shook his head. “No, Peko - it's fine.”

“As long as you two are being safe,” Natsumi teased, making it very clear what she was referring to.

Her brother’s cheeks flushed. “We weren’t-! Ugh, why are you like this?!”

Natsumi burst out laughing. “Because your reactions are adorable, Hiko.”

Fuyuhiko glowered at her. “At least I have a boyfriend,” he snapped, preying on the fact that his sister was still a bit salty about Hajime choosing him over her.

Sure enough, Natsumi glared back at him. “You don’t have to be a dick.”

“Well, you don’t have to be a bitch, either.”

Peko looked back and forth between the two of them, unsure if she should try to break the fight up before it got worse.

After a moment, though, Natsumi just stuck her tongue out at her brother childishly. Fuyuhiko, caught up in the energy of the fight, stuck his tongue out back at her.

“Eww, why is your tongue purple?” Natsumi scoffed.

“It is?” Fuyuhiko thought about it for a second. “Oh, probably ‘cause me and Hajime had slushies earlier.”

Natsumi cocked her head to the side. “I didn’t know they make a purple one.”

Her brother shrugged. “I don’t think they do. Anyway, mine was blue.”

Furrowing her brow, Natsumi wondered aloud, “Then why is your tongue-” She stopped herself as realization dawned on her, and a sly smirk spread across her face. “Hiko, what color did Hajime have?”

“Red, why?” he replied defensively.

Natsumi burst into laughter again. “No wonder your tongue is purple!”

Fuyuhiko caught on after a moment and turned bright red. “Sh-Shut up!”

Peko, however, was very confused. “...You drank each other’s slushies?”

That just made Natsumi laugh harder.

Groaning, Fuyuhiko stood up. “I’m going to my fuckin’ room.” He stormed out, ignoring his sister’s hysterics and Peko’s confusion. Slushie kisses apparently had a few flaws to them.

Every once in a while it's fun to do a little fluff piece amidst all the hardcore smut I write. As a treat.

Lol but anyway, I hope that this is what you were thinking, anon. Let me know if you liked it! And keep the prompts coming!

#kuzuhina #danganronpa #fanfiction #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #hajime hinata #sdr2 #slushies rule #but i can't remember the last time i actually had one #cherry is the best flavor forever bye #sparky writes

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triplesilverstar · 5 months

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Dreams and thoughts for Vash

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: mild smut, heart ache, time jumps, happy ending?

Word count: Roughly 1.7K wordsA/N: Part 22 of the series. The first chapter of dreams in the night that is Vash having a dream. Or a series of dreams.

He’s watching you walk away from him, grinning over your shoulder and making the umbrella spin with a twirl of the handle causing the rain drops to dance off the fabric. Wait, rain drops? He’s stepping closer, and he knows it’s you, but you don’t look like you. Too many minute differences.

The vision changes, and this time you’re closer, again he knows it’s you, even though the hair and eye color are different, among other things. A thick winter coat on and you’re stepping out onto ice, skates under your feet and a hand he can reach out and grab is right in front of him, vapor passing your lips while you smile at him. He’s never seen skates before.

Another change, this time you’re in his arms the physical differences are not as striking this time, but you know how to dance which is so different to him. That smile on your face though, he’ll always know that smile, the ones that lights up your eyes and makes them shine like they hold his entire world. A galaxy just for the two of you reflected in those shiny orbs. The two of you glide effortlessly around the room, others around you like vague shadows dancing from candle light. His heart feels so full it almost hurts, just like his face from all the smiling he’s been doing.

He’s beginning to get used to the changes as they happen, realizing they’re tied to every time he blinks. You’re dancing again, very different from the last vision, this time in a small kitchen swaying around each other as you seem to be cooking and setting a table together. A happy beat permeates the space around the two of you, apparently playing from the small radio and you’re both singing along to it off key, fingers dancing along skin as you pass one another. A flick of your wrist to keep whatever is in the pan from sticking and burning before you're alongside him again, it has to be some kind of lazy morning as part of your hair is still flat against your head. All he wants to do is take you and kiss you until you're breathless. You twirl around him, making him jump when you slap his ass and he knows the grin he’s wearing is splitting his face apart, a coffee mug pressed into his hands and you clink your own against his in a cheers fashion before taking a drink.

He’s smiling down at you, sitting in a wheelchair, legs clearly having never been used in your life, while you hold his hands in your own. Pressing kisses to each finger tip causing his heart to flutter, and you’re laughing like you don’t have a care in the world. The room is surrounded by books, everywhere he looks the thick tomes seem to be, a space for both of you to just be yourself, you don’t have to hide, to be treated like some fragile thing because he knows you are anything but fragile. No matter how the rest of the world might view you, you are never a damsel in distress, and you don’t need to be fixed. Pieces of you might break, but those broken pieces allow even more of your character to light up the darkness that makes up his night. The balm for his hardships, just as he’s a balm for you in the same way.

Your head is in his lap, laughing up at him while you make faces which he knows he’s returning. The living room around you is dark, the only light from a battery operated lantern casting the strangest shadows around the room from the furniture around you. Both of you are wrapped up in blankets and he’s cupping your face, staring at you upside down as your features are suddenly thrown into greater relief from the lightning flashing across the sky. A flinch from you and your eyes snap shut, a whimper, you’ve never been a fan of the thunder but you do love the lightning, and he’ll keep you close. Not because you need protection but because you both make each other feel better. Feel whole. Back in the dim lighting one of your hands is leaving the mess of blankets reaching for him, and he will always reach out for you. A nagging feeling is starting in his brain, he knows it’s you every time with him, yet you’re never the same, but the pieces of you are.

You’re in a dress this time, and he has you pressed up against a wall, the slit of your dress allowing him to have one of your legs hooked over his hip while his hands tease the skin of your inner thigh making you whine for more of his touch. Being tucked away in the alcove is a false sense of security, anyone else from the party could walk down the hallway and they’d come across the two of you the danger of being discovered adding a thrill to you both. He’s hard, the press of the zipper of his suit making him twitch, wanting to take you there and now, but there’s time for that later. If he’s going to worship at the altar of you he wants to take his time in his devotion, to offer the right prayers to leave you a moaning mess, mind filled with bliss. So for now, he’ll tease you, knowing you can handle it and it will make for an interesting night later. Your teeth are leaving a split in your lipstick covered lips, leaning forward suddenly to tug his tie away and the top button of his dress shirt and pressing a kiss to his neck. He groans, you always know what he needs in these heated moments to remember you’re both in this together.

You’re under him, chest heaving and eyes hazy from the pleasure, so tight wrapped around him he knows he won’t last much longer. A bead of sweat drips off his nose to land between your breasts and he shudders, your voice chanting his name so clear, but it’s not really his name. It’s a name he knows belongs to him, in this time, in this moment. The fingers of your hands are intertwined with his beside your head, the way he’s thrusting deep into your core making you jolt each time. A glint of light on your left hand catches his attention, a single golden band, and a glance to his own oddly enough not prosthetic left hand and he sees a matching band adoring his own. He knows you don’t care about the pieces of paper you both signed or the words spoken when you took his name for your own, even the band of metal doesn’t really hold any value to you. It’s the meaning behind the rings, and not the being married part. The promise to protect one another, to be there for one another, good times, bad times, it never matters, it’s the promise of a thousand sunsets and sunrises of your lives to hold onto each other and move forward. A few tears are falling down his face this time when he blinks.

There is no vision this time, just an inky darkness around him and he has no idea what he’s just seen. Moments from his past lives, moments with you in yours, because your bodies and shapes might change, but he knows you. Knows you on such a visceral level that it cements in his mind that you’re both meant to find one another in every life. In the distance he sees a light starting and he’s walking towards it, watching as it expands to give him a final vision.

You’re in a kitchen that seems to have a fine layer of sand, no matter how much the both of you clean the house there’s always sand in the house fine particles floating in the air that accumulate. You look as you do now, minus the hair, no longer kept short like you wear it now always complaining that it’s easier to manage with all the traveling the two of you do, it makes him think of the way you wore it in the old photo you keep secure in your locked cylinder. What you referred to as your preferred style. Body bouncing slightly as you seem to be trying to make a pot of coffee for yourself. No two people, he can see the two mugs sitting beside it, and you're humming. Large bags are under your eyes, a part of him wanting to laugh. You usually only get bags like that when you’ve gone a week with barely any sleep. And he’s sucking in a breath through his teeth as you turn.

Balanced on your hip is a child, giggling at the humming coming from your throat and the faces you’re making at them. He’s never been good at gauging the age of small children, but the gurgling noises and happy squeals tell him the child can’t be that old. Maybe under two? But if it’s his, the child could be even younger growing quickly like he had. It’s something the two of you have never had in any of your past lives. Something you’ve never even talked about in your current one. Is he seeing a possible future for the two of you? Because as he stares at the child, there’s no doubt of their parentage even at that young age. And similar to the other visions when you see him, you smile wide and open. “There’s your Papa!” You’re pointing at him, and the child follows your fingers a happy scream leaves them and they start making grabby hands towards him. It surprises him, but as he moves closer you hand him the child pressing a peck to his cheek, while he hefts the child up. “Coffee?”

He doesn’t get the chance to answer, watching as the image fades going back to the inky darkness. Body starting to feel light, his eyes open to see the top of your head tucked into his neck, snoring away. He pulls back enough so he can see your face, expression open and free with no mask in place, a ribbon of light from the town outside streaming in across your face. It has to be in the early morning, hours before dawn and he blinks, no vision change so he has to assume he’s awake this time. “What a strange dream” Vash mutters to himself, rubbing the bridge of his nose and eyes, a soft groan passing your lips makes him smile. Shuffling you seem to tuck yourself more into his body, lowering your head to press against his chest a large snort causing him to chuckle. Adjusting himself so he’s on his side and resting his cheek against his fist, free hand resting on your side rubbing up along your ribs. “Probably not going to fall asleep again after that” voice still low, trying not to wake you, but the dream is eating at his mind. Was it really moments in your past lives, or was his mind making things up to justify just how hard and fast he fell for you? Each glimpse did seem to re-enforce some of the things he felt about you. But that part at the end? He’s pensive, he’s spent so long trying to right the wrongs from the fall, save people, because at his core he doesn’t believe he deserves any kind of happiness and how can he?

Another loud snore breaks the silence and he chuckles even asleep, you can pull him from his musings, glancing at your face to see a thin line of drool running down your cheek shaking his head gently. “I really do love you, my Stardust who came to me from across the stars. Am I really trying to justify what a hold you have on my heart?” Another groan from you, brow pinching slightly like you’re in pain, stopping his hands motions against your side ge switches to a brush of his fingers across your forehead before cupping your cheek, as your face relaxes beneath his touch. “I guess we’ll never know.” Vash watches you through the night until he realizes he needs to get up and start his daily workout, gently disentangling from you.

When you do get up you yawn, fingers spread open and covering your mouth causing him to chuckle from his seat at the table in the room “Not much for breakfast, Mayfly. But I was able to get a carafe of coffee” holding it up by the handle at his seated face level.

“Hmmm, coffee” dropping into the chair beside him and pouring yourself a cup almost as if you’re on auto-pilot and taking the first mouthful “over extracted, but coffee is coffee. Thank you Sunshine.” He watches your face as you flinch probably from the balance being off, at least to you, he can never tell the difference in the taste. Eyes opening he watches you grin at him over the lip “is breakfast donuts?” Laughing he pushes the box towards you, leaning back in the chair and watching you.

“Mayfly?” Looking at him mouth closed and chewing, you nod to indicate he has your attention “do you believe in soul mates?” You’re glaring at him and taking a swallow of coffee, before settling him with a level gaze that has him sweating.

“If this is the start of another pick up line war, I’m not playing this early.” He finds the snort that leaves him louder than normal.

“Not this time Mayfly.” He watches as you lean back, expression thoughtful and taking another mouthful of coffee.

“I mean. I guess” your shoulders rise in a shrug “I’ve seen a lot of weird stuff in the universe so why not? Any particular reason for the question?” You’re drinking from the mug and finishing the donut you’d grabbed. Giving him a few moments to think, should he tell you about the dream?

“I had” he swallows, you were in the dream so it’s only right to tell you “I think it was a dream. But it was about us, but we weren’t us” he watched you as he spoke, listening to his words as he told you what he remembered from the dream leaving out the feelings they invoked in him. Near the end he stops. Should he bring up the last one? No he’ll leave it for now. “So what do you think?”

Your nose is twitching as you think and he finds it so hard not to comment how cute he finds it every time “I mean. I guess it all depends on what you want the dream to mean? Dreams come from your subscious, but you told me about things you’ve never seen, so I really don’t know.” Taking a deep breath he watches you square your shoulders before grinning at him. “But I like the idea that you saw us in our past lives and we found each other.” He can feel the tips of his ears burning red, yea he’s not going to tell you about the last part yet, you’d probably ask him if he wanted to start trying to make them. You’re reaching out to grab one of his hands, running your thumb along the knuckles, it never fails to amaze him how you don’t care which hand you take, you generally never treat his prosthetic any differently from his flesh one. Minus the odd time when you use it creatively. “And.” Your voice has taken on that teasing tone that he knows means trouble for him “I’d love to be your soulmate Sunshine.” He feels the flush rush up his neck and does his best to keep it off his face but he feels his eyes soften.

“Then I guess that’s settled.” Exhaling through his nose and catching your gaze “Thanks for listening Mayfly.” You snort grinning at him, raising your eyebrows.

“Anytime Sunshine. So, any more details about when we were having fun? I’d like to try that one in the hallway.” How did he know you were going to say something like that.

“Damnit Mayfly!” he feels his shoulders slump and lets his head drop and hit the table listening to your laughter.

Back to Masterlist for the series

#vash the stampede x reader #vash the stampede #trigun stampede #trigun #twink writes #Bullets Bandits Ghosts & Typhoons #tristamp

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queen-scribbles · 1 year

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For the kiss prompts: "…on a place of insecurity" for whoever speaks up

Borrowing Etain from @haledamage bc this prompt SCREAMED her/Vikkari and the muses agreed. Very late Act 3, not long before storming the Midnight Fane.

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Noble visits were the worst.

Etain struggled enough with the burden of command; having so many people look to her for guidance and protection was overwhelming after a life spent alone in the woods. But at least the soldiers and civilians didn’t seem to have any expectations on etiquette. Every so often, however, a noble from Absalom or Andoran or somewhere would show up--usually unannounced--because they wanted to see what was being done with their contributions.

Apart from their much higher standards on acceptable, delicate noblewomen with their flawless complexions and perfect posture did nothing to make Etain feel less ungainly. But it would be rude to turn them away, not to mention dangerous, with the demons all around. So she welcomed them as graciously as possible, and then did her level best to avoid them without being rude.

Duchess Safia was making that difficult. The woman was a social butterfly; outgoing enough to rival Seelah or Vikkari, chatty enough to keep up with Woljif or Nenio, and utterly uninterested in acknowledging she deemed an inferior. Which meant she only deigned to seek out Etain and occasionally Daeran or Camellia.

Etain took advantage of the opportunity presented by the latter to hide in the chapel. She’d found that unless they styled themselves as especially pious, nobles tended to avoid the provincial building. Duchess Safia was not a pious woman, making it a safe haven during her visit. An escape from her airy chatter, flawless, collected appearance, and diminutive stature that made Etain hunch even more than usual, tugging her mask up high over her nose.

The chapel was quiet today, empty save her and a single priest tending the candles scattered among the statues to various deities. Etain let her shoulders relax as she sank into a pew, half-lurking on the outer edge even mostly alone like this. Pippin settled himself in the aisle and started drifting off in mere seconds.

Why can’t they just leave me alone? Etain wondered, almost imploring, as she glanced at the statue of Iomadae, flanked by Erastil, Desna, Sarenrae, and others. Trust that I’m doing as needed and let me handle it? Showing up to watch over my shoulder just adds stress to a... calling that’s plenty hard on its own.

No answer came, not that she’d expected one in the moment.

Worrying about providing for my people, deploying armies correctly, making the right choices for running a damn city... She shifted and something dug into her thigh. I don’t know what I’m doing, I just try my best and having someone around who will judge doesn’t help- She slipped a hand in her pocket to find the pressure’s source and her fingers curled around a carved wooden bear.

A smile tugged her lips and she ran her thumb over the details of whittled fur.

“Etain?” As if summoned by her thoughts of him, a familiar voice sounded behind her. “Didn’t expect to see you here...”

“I’m hiding,” Etain said, hand still curled around the bear as she turned to watch Vikkari travel up the main aisle.

He paused, canted his head. “From everyone? ‘Cause I can leave.”

“No.” She shook her head with a quiet, almost nervous, chuckle. “You’re fine. I’m just avoiding the duchess.”

“Ah. Our latest noble guest.” He moved a pew past where she was sitting before sliding in to join her. “I was sparring with Seelah,” he explained with a laugh when she arched a brow at the choice. “Trying to spare you at least some of the fallout.”

Now that he mentioned it, Etain found she could see the sheen of sweat on his face, arms, and the portion of his chest visible with the loosely opened shirt. She pulled her gaze up from his collarbone to his eyes. “The consideration is appreciated.” She smiled at the dirt smudged on his sleeve, cheek, and--it looked like--behind his ear. “She win this time, or is this the price of victory?”

“The latter,” Vikkari laughed, “though it was very nearly a repeat of last time.” He saw where her gaze had gone and rubbed at the smudge on his face.

“So, is Lann next?” Etain asked lightly, half-joking, her grin hidden behind the mask. “If you’re fighting your friends?”

He snorted and shook his head. “He’d kick my ass. Prob’ly into next week. Seelah at least I have a chance; we’re pretty evenly matched.”

“It’s good you know your limits.” Her tone may have been teasing-adjacent, but that was a good--attractive--quality.

“Is that why you’re in here? Knowing your limits?”

Etain huffed a breath of a laugh. “More or less, I suppose.” She rolled the bear figurine in her hand, thumb running over the snout. “There’s enough stress to this position without doing it under the judgmental gaze of some fancy, flawless noble who’s never run a military campaign but is very concerned how you’re using her mon-”

“Etain.” She hadn’t realized she was tugging her mask ever-higher until Vikkari covered her hand with his to stop her. “It’s not right they do this to you; showing up out of the blue like you owe them something. You’re doing a good job. I know it’s hard, and not what you ever thought you’d be doing, but you are an excellent Commander.”

“I’m trying to believe that,” Etain muttered, her pulse fluttering as they sat with his hand over hers against the mask. He's hardly unbiased, her doubts whispered, but she shushed them.

“May I?” he asked quietly, and she gave a single nod, sitting frozen as he shifted the mask back to where it usually sat. His thumb brushed the scar down her cheek and she flinched. Vikkari winced. “Sorry, is that sensitive?”

She shook her head. She didn’t trust her voice right now. Not physically, anyway.

Understanding filled his eyes, which seemed to glow brighter, and he deliberately, gently, brushed his thumb over the scar again. “Flawless is overrated, I’ve found,” he murmured.

That was easy for him to say; the trio of scars that cut across the apple of his cheek only enhanced the angelic attractiveness somehow. Added a dash of the heroic to the sharp cheekbones and strong jaw. No one would ever see her scars as anything but mangling.

As if sensing the direction of her thoughts, Vikkari’s eyes flickered and he leaned over the pew back to brush a soft kiss over the scar’s beginning at her temple, just over the corner of her eye.

Etain sat frozen, unsure how to react, her heart pounding in her chest and grip tight on the carved bear. This close she could smell the sharp tang of sweat he’d been trying to spare her from, but it barely registered.

Vikkari’s neck and ears had gone pink when he sat back. “I, um, I apologize if I overstepped, Etain,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. “I just... Anyone who sees that and thinks it detracts from who you are can’t have an opinion worth caring about.”

“I wish it worked like that,” she said with a sigh. She withdrew her hand from her pocket and braced both arms against the pew back. “Unfortunately, too much of our support comes from people who like to gossip and measure worth by appearances. As long as I can convince them I’ll lead the Crusade well and spend their money wisely, it’s just something I’ll have to endure. You can’t stop it.”

“Well, since you are doing both of those things, hopefully it’ll be obvious to any noble visitors who drop in.” Vikkari squeezed her hand.

“Hopefully,” Etain said. It varied wildly from noble to noble, she’d found. “I think I’ll keep hiding in here a little longer, all the same.”

He laughed. “I’ll try to run interference if I see the current one looking for you.” He pushed to his feet. “Meeting Seelah for that drink. You’re welcome to join us, if you like.”

“I’ll think about it,” she promised.

Vikkari nodded and made his way out of the chapel, raising one hand in a brief wave of farewell just before he stepped out the door.

Etain pulled out the carved bear, turning it over in her hands. It was clear now, just as the first time she’d examined it, how much thought and care had gone into its creation. Because he was like that. And with such friends at her back, she’d do fine. No matter how many pushy nobles she had to endure.

She lightly brushed her fingers over the spot Vikkari had kissed.

Even if I don't think friend is quite the right word for one of them any more...

#queens fic #kiss prompts #etain torren #vikkari damson #etain/vikkari #otp: may i?#i was tempted to do it roles reversed #but none of vikkari's insecurities are tied to something physical that can be kissed #so here we go #i have now officially written the two of them together more than vikkarue #clearly i need to write my angel boy and his canon gf more fic xD

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projectmachina · 20 days

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Chapter 3: Yesterday

word count: 1216

“Are you sure we have to go and bother Yesterday?” Lanie whined as every step to their friend's home filled her with more dread.

“Either her or Richter.” Juno would say giving her a second option. Which was leagues worse than their friend.

“Fine…” she mumbled a twinge of defeat in her voice.

Juno then stopped, turning on his heel. Before planting a kiss on her lips, earning a surprised yelp from her. “ I don't do this to be mean to you Lanie. I do this because we need to get to the bottom of this, before your performance value lowers and you getting relegated back to the wall.” He said, patting her cheek gently. “Last thing I want is for you to be put in a much more dangerous environment.”

“I know…I just don’t like feeling like I’m being dissected.” She admitted rather openly to Juno. Then again, she was always like this with him. Open and honest.

He was the only one she felt was honest and truthful around her. Always there for her when she absolutely needed him. Much like tonight. It was the true face he only showed to her. Not like the mask he only wore around the public. The him that feels disconnected from the world.

But she understood the need for such a mask. Especially when it came to how their ranks operated.

“Yesterday isn't going to dissect you.” Juno reassured her. “But she'll have to probe some if she's to accurately prescribe a treatment to you.”

Prescribe a treatment. Sounded more like something to dilute her system, to slow her down. Or cause other problems.

Lanie started to slow as they neared the door to Yesterday’s apartment complex. Which was very similar in looks to the one both she and Juno called home.

Made of a metallic material used to reflect light, along with a synthetic material used to be invisible to anything in the air above the city. This building, unlike their own. Was a two story building. Which only held the physicians.

“Almost there. Just a few more steps.” Juno spoke gently, holding the door open for Lanie.

Lanie took a deep breath, feeling the urge to back away from the building. To go back home and hide under the covers until it was time for her shift on the wall.

And if she did that. She'd never hear the end of it from Juno, and that was arguably worse than being questioned by a physician.

Juno watched his partner silently. Watching the nervousness around her, the fidgeting. The fear in her green eyes.

To a degree. He felt bad forcing her to go somewhere she felt this strongly towards. But it was something they needed to get to the bottom of. Especially if he wanted to keep her close to him, safe from the rest of the city. As it was rare for a woman to even pass the intense physical aspect of the Agent training. Even more so when it came to how the serum changes an Agents body.

To have gone through all of that, and come out relatively fine was a miracle of its own. The enhancements alone was a miracle she even had obtained.

And he knew what she went through best, as he was there with her every step of the way. As he was with all new Agents. There as a guide to bring them to the point they can handle the serum, and combat training.

It was one of the reasons he cared about her health. Both physical and mental.

“You do this. I'll take your shift at the wall. You can rest the remainder of the day.” he prompted, using something they both craved as a bribe. Time off.

”I'll hold you to that.” Lanie hedged, shaking her head before heading through the doorway.

Walking down the end of the hallway, up the set of steps that led to the second floor. They walked about halfway down the second floor hallway before stopping before Yesterday's door.

Knocking on the door, Juno would give Lanie another reassuring glance. “The hard part is over, nows the ea-”

Juno was interrupted by the slamming of the door, and a woman with frazzled twin tails and a pair of goggles resting on her head to hold back her brown curls. She wore her lab coat, black sleep shirt, and what seemed to be shorts. Her inquisitive yellow eyes darted between Lanie and Juno mere moments before she opened up her mouth to speak.

“Howdy kiddies. How's the sex life?” She'd ask before being pushed into her apartment by the two.

Closing the door Juno watched as Lanie pushed Yesterday into her chair. Followed by somewhat childish laughter.

“Man, you guys don't have to be such prudes.” Yesterday held up her hands in surrender. “As your doctor, I do reserve the right to such a brutish question.”

“Yes, and we would like it if the other physicians didn't know either Yesterday.” Lanie would chide taking her seat in a lounge style chair. Resting her body against the soft material as she looked up at the ceiling.

“Fair point, don't see why it'd be a problem if people knew two Agents were shagging.” Yesterday said pulling out a clipboard.

“Primarily because it is against the law.” Juno pointed out.

“Yeah, there is that.” Yesterday said thoughtfully before turning to Lanie. “Now, tell me about what's got you troubled, yeah?”

Project Machina

“Alahakis is expecting him?” Septum questioned walking towards Lance. Peering around him to read the paper he held in his hands. “I thought Alahakis was out on a mission?”

“Mayhaps he has returned without our knowledge. Let's just get him to Yesterday's and see if he has any diseases with him.” Lance said, rolling the scroll back up, returning it to Raishan.

“Is Yesterday's a place?” Raishan questioned tilting his head.

“Yesterday is a person, we'll be visiting her physician's office.” Lance said gesturing to Septum. “Let them know to open the gates. Authorization Pantheonus.”

Authorization Pantheonus was the second highest authorization code in Eden. The only one higher than that was the word Eden itself. Only usable by a single individual. The Mother of Eden. Even then, it was only used in the most serious of situations.

“So, you mind telling me what a Brawler is exactly?” Lance questioned Raishan as Septum walked off to speak with the gate guard.

“Basically a classification for those who pass the physical aspect of the Agent training. But are incompatible with the Serum.” Raishan explained pointing a finger to his gloved hand. “Basically we punch shit really hard, and if it doesn't break the first time. It'll definitely break the next.”

“Good to know, means you’ll be able to keep up with us in the physical aspects. To a point that is.” Lance would say respectfully looking over to Septum who was waving for their attention. “I will also be taking you to the Agent who is ranked under Alahakis in the meantime. He’ll have a much better handle on the situation.”

“It’ll be an honor to meet him either way.” Raishan smiled as he began walking towards the heavy metal gate that was now slowly rising. Allowing them entrance to Sector city Eden.

#light novel #webnovel #original novel #scifi #dystopia #post apocalyptic #romance #original fiction

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onewholikesthings · 2 years

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Miscalculation

Matt Murdock x Reader

Anon request: do u think murdock would smell blood in reader's apartment and instantly think of the worst case scenario and the reader would be like "matt it's just my time of the month" and he'd feel silly for the way he kind of overreacted but still end up caring for her after

short and sweet lil thing for ya here :) hope you like it ALSO thank you for 400 followers!!! I really appreciate you guys for sticking by me even when I lag <3 stay tuned for more content soon!

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The calls of your name were unheard as you slept the day away, recovering from a bad case of cramps and nausea. Matt, of course, had no idea and was starting to panic at the smell of blood coming from your apartment; which he picked up on at the door to your building.

After a few attempts at calling for you his knocks became more harsh, his tone more aggravated, his words more rushed.

He paused and crooked his neck up to listen for your heartbeat, but this floor was one of the busiest. After a few seconds of searching, dread filled him when his results were inconclusive.

He pulled out the spare set of emergency keys from his jacket pocket and felt for the keyhole. Feeling the ridges of the key, he pushed and turned it until he heard a ‘click’ before almost busting the door down opening it.

“Hun? Hun, are you okay?” He shouted as he dropped the keys upon entry and guided himself as fast as he could through your apartment.

After thankfully hearing your heart steadily beating he followed the sound to your bedroom, his nerves calming a bit after hearing proof of your well-being.

He stopped for a moment at your door, knocking despite his intent to go in regardless of a response. He opened the door and rushed to your bed, his hands searching for your body.

He quickly felt your hair splayed out next to you and was able to locate your shoulders; his touch waking you up from your nap.

“Are you hurt?”

“Matt, what? When did-”

“Where are you bleeding from?”

He cut you off, beginning to feel around your head and face for any injuries which could explain where the smell of blood was coming from. By now you were completely awake, half annoyed and half amused at the evident worry in his actions, voice, and face.

You removed his hands from your face and sat up to gently guide him to sit on your bed. “Matt, the only place I'm bleeding out of is my vagina.” You said and booped the tip of his nose with your index finger.

His face immediately flushed pink as he realized his overreaction and his tense body relaxed, taking your hand and kissing it.

“Im sorry,” he laughed, “I might have been a bit overdramatic.” He said and placed the palm of your hand on his cheek, feeling your warmth on his face.

His tenderness made you smile, “A bit? I thought you were gonna call an ambulance.” You said, a grimace following the words as another jolt of pain was sent through you. He picked up on the spasms causing you pain and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“Anything I can get you while I’m here? Food? Ibuprofen? Something?” He hurriedly asked while you scooted over in your bed, making room for him to lay with you.

You patted the now open spot next to you, “Just hold me for a bit, would you?” You almost pleaded, knowing the comfort his presence provided.

You closed your eyes and missed the smile plastered across his face, “Of course.” He muttered quietly as he began to undress. He took off his suit jacket, tie, and shoes before taking his place at your side.

He scooped one arm under your neck and another around your waist, cradling you as you leaned your face against his chest. You took a big inhale of his clean scent and exhaled, only to do it again a moment later. This plus the sound of his heartbeat was enough to take your mind off the pain.

He stayed there with you as you drifted off back to sleep, the sensations of your skin, hair, and breathing allowing him to focus on something besides the outside world and terror within it.

The peace you found in each other was like no other.

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matthew Murdock #daredevil #daredevil x reader #marvel daredevil #marvel #Charlie cox

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make-me-imagine · 3 years

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Anything for You

30 Day Writing Challenge Day 20 - 'Rescue'

Pairing: Captain Jack Sparrow x G!N Reader

Warnings/Triggers: Mentions of hanging, noose/ropes. Guns/gunfire, fighting, death, blades/swords.

Word Count: 1.6k

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire Potc Taglist: @hybrid-omegaverse Requested Taglist: @robertdowneyhiddlesbatch, @spuffyfan394

Jack paced back and forth on the ship as he kept looking at the docks, waiting for you to appear. You had been gone far too long already, and should have returned by now. If it had been anyone else he would have left by now. But because it was you, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Even as the rest of the crew mumbled and asked why they hadn’t fled, because surely you had been captured.

“Jack! Jack.” Gibbs said breathless as he ran onto the boat, causing Jack to turn around quickly.

“Gibbs! Finally, what took you so long!?” He asked perplexed and annoyed as his eyes flicked to behind Gibbs, where he had assumed you’d be “Where’s Y/n?” He asked as he looked back at Gibbs.

“There’s been a ...hiccup in the plan, so to say.”

“Hiccup? What hiccup? Where’s Y/n?” He asked again as he stepped past Gibbs and looked around at the crew.

“That’s the hiccup Jack.” Gibb’s began. And as Jack turned and looked at him Gibbs lowered his voice and took a step closer to Jack “I’m sorry Jack but...Y/n was captured...and...well sir, they’re taking them to be hanged.”

Jack stared emotionless as Gibbs for a moment as he processed his words. “Captured?”

“Yes.”

“To be hanged?”

“Yes. To set an example.”

Jack felt an almost unbearable pain fill his chest as he thought about you dying because of the plan he set up. The task he sent you for. He knew it was risky, dangerous, but now he was truly weighing the consequences.

“When?” He asked Gibbs suddenly.

“When? Uh, well, best I could tell...now?”

Jack turned suddenly and faced the crew “How many of you have had your necks saved by me?” The crew looked from one to the other, only one or two raising their hands, slowly. Jack frowned “Okay..well...how many of you have had your necks saved my Y/n?” Jack let out a small “Ah.” As most of the crew raised their hands. “Good. Now, how many of you would like to repay that debt?”

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*Your POV*

You looked down at the metal shackles around your wrists before looking up at the two guards outside of your cell. You then looked around your cell, trying desperately to find some way out. But as you failed to do so, you felt your heart sink as the fear of what was about to happen filled your head.

You thought of Jack. If he learned what was happening, would he come for you? Or would he think it too late to do anything and flee? You hoped that he cared about you enough to save you, but part of you was afraid he didn’t care enough to risk it. Sometimes you doubted he cared about you at all.

It was hard to tell with Jack. Sometimes he was sincere and told you things that made you feel special. Did things that made you think he might even love you. But they were nothing more than possibilities. He never said it. Never proved it. Never even kissed you or held you in his arms. And now as you looked out of the cell windows, and saw them strapping up a noose, you doubted if you’d ever find out.

As the cell doors opened, you leaned against the back wall. And as the guards began to pull you out of the cell, you tried to fight back, but failed as they held you down and practically drug you out of the prison and towards the hangman's noose.

The closer you got, and the louder the chanting of the lynch mob became, the harder your heart pounded, filling your ears with a loud ringing as you realized truly, that you were about to die.

They had removed your shackles and replaced them with rope as you were now standing at the top. As the hangman began to adjust the rope and place it around your neck, you felt hopelessness take over. You were going to die.

As you shut your eyes tightly, taking a few deep breaths, your ears caught onto a sound within the crowd. Something familiar. A song you knew. As you opened your eyes quickly, you looked around the crowd for the source of the noise. It was whistling, whistling of a tune Jack would sing on the ship.

Your eyes catch onto a familiar face, one of the crew, face peeking out from under a large hat. Looking around more, you spot another, and another. And just as you look up, you see a familiar figure standing on top of the fort walls. Jack.

But suddenly, the lever was pulled, and you fell.

Within the second of you falling towards the ground to your death, you hear a shot, followed by screaming. And instead of you hanging by your neck, you land roughly on the ground. It takes you a second to figure out what happened before you look up, seeing the rope snapped, broken by the shot. As you look up again at the fort walls your eyes catch on Jack. He smiled at you and bowed his head before jumping down and disappearing.

You smiled and let out an incredulous laugh before seeing the guards running towards you. Quickly standing you begin to run through the crowd, spotting the back of one of the crew, you follow quickly. A few more of the crew appear in the square and begin firing at the guards and armed men that came rushing in.

As you exited the square, you see a dead guard lying on the ground, and beside him, his sword. Crouching down, you cut your binds away, before grabbing the sword, as well as the pistol lying nearby. Hearing someone yell out, you spin around to see a guard aiming at you. Quickly firing the pistol, you hit the guard in the shoulder before turning and running.

Climbing up some artillery barrels, you climb over a wall, jumping and landing on your feet. As you continue to run, you round a corner and stagger to a stop as you see two guards pointing their rifles as you. Turning to run the other way, you stop as two more guards appear. Backing up, you hit a wall, now cornered.

“Stand down, pirate.” One of the guards spit out maliciously.

You took a deep breath, knowing that fighting was pointless. But just as you were about to lower your weapons, you spotted a figure step out behind the guards.

“Am I interrupting?”

As two of the guards turn to look at Jack, you quickly raise one hand and fire your rifle at one of the guards before unsheathing your sword and fighting the other. As you did this Jack quickly began to fight the two guards facing him.

As you both finished off the guards, you turned back to Jack with a smile “You came to rescue me?”

Jack stood up a bit straighter “Of course I did. Why wouldn’t I?”

You let out a short laugh. “I can think of a few reasons.”

Jack seemed to ponder that for a moment before letting out a ‘tsk’ sound “I can’t.” He said before quickly grabbing your hand “Let’s go.” As he began to pull you along, you stared at the back of his head in surprise, before a large grin spread across your face.

After running down some alleys and onto the docks, you dodged some gunfire as you barely made it onto the ship with the other crew members. As some of the crew fired at the guards at the docks as you pulled away from the dock, and back into the sea. You let out some relieved breaths as the adrenaline continued to run through you.

After successfully escaping back into the open water, you followed Jack into his quarters. Closing the door behind you, you watched him for a moment before finally speaking. “I really thought I was going to die today.” You admitted.

Jack sat down in his chair and looked up at you “Almost did.”

“Yeah. A few seconds too late and I would have been. Thank you Jack.” You said with an honest and grateful smile.

He smiled at you. “Anything for you, love.”

You let out a chuckle and shook your head “I wasn’t sure you were going to come you know.” You said as you walked over to his table, sitting on the corner and looking down at him. “I wasn’t sure you cared enough.”

Jack watched you silently for a moment “Didn’t think I cared enough ay?”

You shook your head lightly “You’re a hard man to read.”

Jack stood up from his chair, now right in front of you, looking down at you, merely a couple inches away. “Well, read this.” He said before suddenly leaning down and kissing you, catching you off guard.

You leaned away for only a moment out of shock before moving back in, as he brought his hand up to cup your face. A few more seconds passed before he pulled away, smiling down at you “I may not always have the words to express my feelings, love, but believe me. I’d sail to the end of the world to save you if need be.”’ His voice was uncharacteristically soft as he said this, as was the gaze he held as he stared into your eyes.

“I never thought I’d live to see the day.” You muttered out in surprise, as Jack smirked.

“You almost didn’t.” He reiterated, making you smile before he moved in closer to you again. Bringing his finger under your chin, he tilted your face up a bit as he got closer, his lips almost touching yours “Let’s not risk it again shall we?” He asked before kissing you again, this time, you set your hand on his chest as you fell into the kiss. Glad you finally knew how he felt about you, and relieved you had the chance to return it.

Xx End xx

I suck at endings lol, but I hope you liked it nonetheless.

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kxisuke · 3 years

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birthday girl

pairings: Iwaizumi Hajime x fem!reader - feat. Oikawa Toru

summary: Iwaizumi knew the perfect present for his good girl. He can’t wait to see your reaction.

warnings: NSFW/smut content, 18+ only! strong/vulgar language, threesome, unprotected sex, dirty talk, fingering, teasing, reader gets tied up, multiple creampies

word count: 2.4k

a/n: hey hey hey! sorry i've been away for a bit i've been kinda busy but i'm back! hope y'all enjoy this <3

Rolling out of bed, you almost forget it’s your birthday until the familiar ping of your phone signals a text message from the Aoba Johsai volleyball group chat.

Issei: Happy birthday y/n!

Makki: Hbd!

Kawa-chan: Happy birthday y/n-chan!

A soft smile settles on your face, and you go to reply to their messages but are stopped by someone pulling you back onto the bed. Iwaizumi’s arms circle around your waist, pulling you close to his chest.

“Good morning, my birthday girl.” He rains kisses on your face, sending you into a fit of giggles. “What do you want to do today? It’s completely up to you.” You look up at him, the morning sun peeking through the blinds, his figure casting a small shadow over you. Caressing his cheeks with your small, yet slender hands, you kiss him softly.

“I just wanna spend the day with you, Hajime.” You coo, bringing his forehead down so it’s touching yours. His hands explore your body, and you shiver under his soft touch.

“Sounds good to me, what did you have in mind?” Your eyes light up, and you get excited.

“Can we go for a walk in the park this afternoon? The cherry blossoms are supposed to be blooming now, and I want to get some pictures.” Iwa nods, heart racing seeing you so excited like this.

“Of course, can we just stay in bed for the morning though? I promise I’ll take you out for dinner this evening in exchange.” You hold out your hand.

“Deal.” He takes your hand, pulling you on top of him so your head is resting on his chest. You close your eyes peacefully, inhaling his scent. To you, Iwaizumi always smells like home. He brings his hand up to rub circles on your back, landing a soft kiss to your forehead.

The morning flies by, the two of you lounging in bed the entire time, ignoring the constant messages on your phones and the bright light streaming into the room. Wanting to stay wrapped in his loving embrace forever, you aren’t too enthused when you glance at the clock and it’s already past noon. Dragging yourself and a very sleepy Iwa out of bed to get changed, you finally look at your phone, seeing the explosion of messages from the group chat. Not bothering to catch up on what’s happening, you change into some fresh clothes. Sliding across the cool hard wood floors to your kitchen like a child again, you quickly scarf down a bowl of cereal, the hunger in your stomach eating away at you. Iwa soon joins you in the kitchen, and both of you eat together. Grabbing his hand, you excitedly pull him to the door, the both of you getting ready to go out.

You head to the park first, grabbing some takoyaki and yakisoba from a food truck for lunch while you’re there. You make a mental note to post the pictures you took on your social media page, knowing it’ll blow up because of the pretty pink blossoms. In the evening, Iwa follows up on his promise of taking you to dinner, the two of you going to some fancy restaurant. Just to tease him, you make sure to wear his favorite dress, a short maroon one that rides up past the middle of your thighs. On the car ride home, his eyes are barely on the road, constantly getting distracted by you sitting next to him, the top of your dress revealing enough cleavage to cause a slight disturbance between his legs.

As soon as the door shuts, Iwaizumi swiftly ties a satin blindfold over your eyes. He’s been waiting for this moment all day, he was excited to see your reaction to his present. Your heart starts to race when you feel the soft fabric being tied around your hair, and he grips your waist, breath hot in your ear.

“Now it’s time for your present, princess.” You can feel the flame ignite in your core, and you subconsciously clench your thighs together. Trailing his hands up your body, he silently guides you through the house, stopping at where you guess is the living room. Pushing you down on the couch gently, Iwaizumi crawls over you, kissing you passionately, continuing to touch you through the thin fabric barely covering your body. Letting out a gasp when he strokes his fingers over your panties, you grab onto his wrist, bucking your hips up to feel some sort of friction.

“H-hajime...” Throwing your head back into the couch and arching your spine, you let out a loud moan when he slides two of his digits into your sopping wet core.

“Mmm, so good for me, baby.” He starts to move his fingers, and you slap your hand over your mouth in an attempt to muffle your moans. Hearing someone slowly walking down the stairs, you start to panic, squirming under Iwaizumi. He only continues his ministrations, smirking at the obvious red on your cheeks.

“Tsk tsk, started without me? Iwa-chan, I thought you said you’d wait.” Your entire body freezes at the sound of Oikawa’s voice, and you clench around Iwaizumi’s fingers so hard that he needs to stop because he can’t move.

“Jesus y/n, I can’t move my fingers when you’re clenching like that.” You cover your face, embarrassment overcoming you at the captain of the volleyball team standing in your living room, seeing you so vulnerable under his best friend. Thousands of thoughts are racing in your head, but they all disappear when Oikawa pulls the blindfold off your eyes, a smirk settling on his face. At that moment, you realize how badly you want this. Iwaizumi starts thrusting with his fingers again, and your mouth drops into a moan.

“C’mon Iwa-chan, let’s go up to the bedroom, there isn’t enough space on the couch for the both of us.” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes but complies, pulling his fingers out of you. Feeling empty, you let out a whimper, hand slowly drifting down to your core. Before you can even get close, Oikawa has his hand closed around your wrist, holding it in place.

Pulling you up off the couch, he guides you upstairs, Iwaizumi following close behind. Now being able to see, you aren’t surprised when the two boys are immediately onto you as soon as you reach the bedroom, the lust in their eyes making them look like predators about to devour their prey. Loving how you have them entranced like this, it makes you long even more for what’s about to come.

Lips are on your skin, and you can feel one of their hand’s creeping up your thigh, another one latching onto your breast, twirling your hard nipple through your dress. You can’t help the breathy moans slipping out of your plump lips, the pleasure already building up inside you, and they haven’t even done anything yet. Oikawa quickly slips your dress off of your body, throwing it off to the side, revealing the matching set of lingerie you chose exactly for this type of occasion. Licking his lips hungrily, he goes straight for your breasts, while Iwaizumi focuses on your core.

Your boyfriend strokes your dripping cunt again, inserting his fingers swiftly. With him pumping his fingers in and out of you at an alarming speed along with Oikawa sucking and twirling your nipples, you let out a strangled moan, letting your first orgasm rip through you like a tidal wave. The world goes white for a moment as the pleasure washes over you, and you grind it out on Iwaizumi’s fingers. Once you can see straight again, the two boys are pushing you to the head of the bed.

Reaching inside the bag that he brought, Oikawa presents a thick, black rope. Your eyes widen when realization kicks in about what’s about to happen. You don’t put up any struggle when Oikawa skillfully ties your wrists above your head, making sure that the surprisingly soft rope isn’t too tight. Attaching you to the headboard, he steps back to examine his handiwork. The sight of you lying there, completely exposed and vulnerable, makes both boys harder than they already were. Iwaizumi slips out of his clothes, stretching his arms over his head.

“Let’s get this party started, shall we, shittykawa?” Oikawa, already undressed and putting his clothes by his bag, droops his head at Iwaizumi’s comment.

“So mean, Iwa-chan.” They both approach the bed where you’re lying, a cocky smirk splayed on your pretty face. You love the way the two of them bicker. Iwaizumi gestures to your body.

“You can go first. I’ll just watch for now.” He smirks at you, settling himself in the chair next to the bed, you and Oikawa in perfect view of him. Oikawa gently turns your chin to him, grabbing your attention. Leaning down so his lips connect with yours, he runs his hands down your trembling body, goosebumps appearing after every soft brush of his fingers. Moaning into his touch when he teases your cunt, you break away from the kiss.

“Oikawa.” The stern and steady voice you use surprises both him and Iwaizumi, who’s silently jacking himself off to the two of you.

“Yes, y/n-chan?” He continues his movements, teasing your folds, but you grab his wrist hard, done with his teasing, needing him inside you.

“I want you to fuck me.” Oikawa only smiles cockily at your request. Collecting your juices on his rock-hard member, he shakes his head with a chuckle, lining up with your entrance.

“Ah, so demanding, y/n-chan. But if you say so, it is your birthday after all.” He thrusts into you quickly, pushing himself fully into you. Throwing your head back, you let out a loud moan. Oikawa isn’t as thick as Iwaizumi, but he’s long. He's barely even moving and you can feel his tip just touching your cervix. He leans over you with a groan, luscious brown hair almost hitting your forehead.

“God, Iwa-chan. She’s so tight.” Oikawa gives you a moment to adjust before starting to thrust slowly into you, and you immediately place a hand over your mouth, trying to keep the moans threatening to spill out inside, only letting out small whimpers. Iwaizumi notices and makes eye contact with you.

“C’mon, y/n, don’t be shy just because Oikawa’s here. I know how loud you can be.” The brown-haired boy on top of you gently pries the hand over your mouth away, and you can’t help but change your quiet whimpers to loud moans. Hearing you chanting his name over and over like a curse sends Oikawa to heaven, and he picks up the pace, chasing his high.

“Mhm y/n, you love it when I fuck you, don’t you? So much better than Iwa-chan.” You can see his ego starting to stick out, but it just makes the man in front of you so much hotter than he already is. You can feel your orgasm approaching, and can tell Oikawa’s close as well. Walls fluttering around his cock, you clench the bedsheets in your fists, crying out as you hit a powerful orgasm, it sending your mind up into heaven. Oikawa follows close after, groaning as he thrusts into you one last time before painting your walls with his hot load. You let out a small whimper when Oikawa pulls out of you, feeling a sudden emptiness. He makes sure to lean over you once more, kissing you softly on the lips before swapping places with Iwaizumi.

“My turn, baby.” Kissing down your jaw, he leaves dark marks on your collarbone, earning a breathy moan from your lips. He pushes into you, still wet from Oikawa’s load, and starts to thrust quickly. Tears start to fall delicately from the corners of your eyes from overstimulation, but it just feels so good that you don’t want Iwaizumi to stop. Lewd moans fill the room, almost all of them spilling out of your mouth.

“F-fuck, baby.” He continues to thrust harshly into you, and you tearily make eye contact with Oikawa, who’s enjoying the view from the chair. Flashing you a smirk, he points back to Iwaizumi, silently telling you to pay attention to him. Pulling against the restraints on your wrists, you wish you could be able to touch your boyfriend, longing for the feeling of his back muscles tensing and relaxing under your hands. Noticing your struggle, Oikawa stands and walks over, loosening the ropes enough so you can slip your wrists out, allowing you to immediately clutch onto Iwaizumi as he pounds into your throbbing cunt. Already feeling your orgasm coming again, you dig your fingers into his muscular back, crying out in pleasure.

“That’s right angel, cum for me. Show me how much you love it.” Those words alone are enough to send you over the edge. Arching your back harshly, your mouth opens in a silent scream as you have the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had before. Iwaizumi takes the opportunity to kiss down your neck and chest, occasionally nipping at your skin. Your mind fogs over for the third time that night, and you can feel Iwaizumi release his load inside of you not long after. Collapsing on top of you, the two of you catch your breath.

Pulling out of you, Iwaizumi is met with Oikawa standing next to the bed, handing him a damp towel to clean you up with. The three of you clean up and change into some comfy clothes. Oikawa goes to pack his things and leave, but you open your arms to him from the bed. Turning to Iwa, you stick out your lower lip.

“Can Oikawa-san stay for the night, I don’t want him to leave yet.” Iwa takes one look at your puppy dog eyes and nods, patting you softly on the head.

“Of course, y/n, whatever you want.” He smiles sweetly and climbs into the bed after shutting off the light. Tucking the soft comforter over your slightly trembling form, you curl into Iwa, resting a fist on his chest. Oikawa follows suit, resting his head against your back, arms wrapped around your waist.

“Thank you, guys, that was the best birthday present ever.” You can feel Iwaizumi and Oikawa smile in the dark room, and your boyfriend kisses you on the forehead.

“No problem, princess. You are the birthday girl.” You can feel the tiredness from your encounter causing your eyelids to droop, making it harder to stay awake. The feeling of the two boys around you, arms protecting you from the darkness, is enough to send your mind into a deep and peaceful sleep, one filled with their quiet snores.

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Let Me Treat You ¬ Bucky B.

Plot - Love wasn't something Bucky had experience in, and as the day of love comes along, you decide to treat him.

Genre - Fluff

Pairing - James Buchanan Barnes x GN!Reader

Notes/Warnings - General fluffiness and that's all. Its a short one to kick us off on the Valentines Countdown

Word Count - 0.6k

“What do you mean you’ve never celebrated?”

A whole-hearted chuckle rang through the kitchen, radiating off the super solider as he poured the final drops of orange juice into the gradient glass. Topless figure highlighted by the soft rays flowing through the open window, making the contortion of his muscles ever prominent with the laughter.

“What do you want me to say, doll? In the 20s, it wasn’t exactly acceptable for an unmarried couple to go out alone, let alone celebration a day such as Valentine’s” One hand tasked with griping your waist as his pearly whites beam down at you, whilst the other cups the glass within, with hope to be resting upon your skin soon.

Shock radiated through your body at the fact of his lack of celebration. Ideas of how to celebrate rattling through your brain as the blue-eyed man admires the wide-eyed gaze splattered across your face, causing him to pause his admiration to continue his explaination. “Not sure I’d like the whole publicity of it. You know I love you everyday, not sure if it’s love if you only express it one day a year”

Eyebrows furrowing to match his words with ideas coming to a halt and changing direction based off the introverted personality of your love. Words escaping your mouth as a respond for the sake of, “Understandable. I want to love you 24/7, not just on Valentine’s day”

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Stuttered steps rang off the walls as the shadows of the pair encroached closer to the balcony where the delicate radiance of candle-light and star shine fell across the layout. The soothing scent of newly-bloomed flowers danced in the wind, adding a crisp aroma to the subtle waft of stew floating across the air.

Simplicity was key with James, and the layout showed it. A cloth-covered table with a single daring red Camellia centred perfectly between the plates of mouth-watering food from a time gone by. Gentle light illuminating the dinner as the distance bustle of town melted with the soft tones of Artie Shaw.

“And open”

No matter how much he’d experience, or how harden he’d become, the sight of your efforts brought a tear to his crystal eyes. Warmth overflowing within as the super solider analyses every inch of the setup, grin widening with each detail before landing fully on you.

A staggered step towards you, almost cautious as if this was a dream that could flee from his grasp with a small movement, but no, this was reality.

This was his reality, this was his love, this was you.

Arms hanging loosely upon your hips, eyes captured with his adoring orbs and body leaning into his warmth; everything had gone to plan. The love that flowed from the pair of you could have lit up New York with ease, and the admiration Bucky held in his eyes was enough to bring you to your knees.

“This is incredible. How on ea-? Why would you go through all this trouble?”

Hand rising to tenderly cup his stubbled jaw, gentle strokes of your thumb running across his touch-starved skin. “You deserve to experience Valentine’s day in comfort. No crowds, no silly ideas of what day you can love, no fuss; just love and I love you, James Buchanan Barnes.”

As you tip-toe to place a fleeting kiss against the rough of his lips, a quiet whisper falls from your caring lips; “Let me treat you”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #winter solider imagine #valentines countdown #winter solider x reader #winter solider #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes one shot #winter solider x y/n #bucky barnes fluff #winter solider fluff #the falcon and the winter soldier #marvel fandom

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Astarion Analysis

Disclaimer Game Version: All these analyses were made up to the game version v4.1.101.4425. As long as new content is added, and as long as I have free time for that, I will try to keep updating this information.

“Morals are all well and good, but power always wins.”

“If all I want is shallow praise? Hardly, there is also gold, sex, revenge, quite the list, really. But failing any of those, I will always settle for shallow praise.”

--Astarion

The majority of sources used for this article are in the game itself (including Astarion-solo playthroughs) and the dev’s notes and datamined information provided by pjenn. Astarion as origin is (almost) not taken into account since it’s not finished and is highly unpolished.

The itemised list will show some instances of approval or disapproval as seen in the game. To make the reading of this article easier and shorter, you can skip them since they are basically the proof I use to sustain the introductory concept of each block.

We can infer a lot of Astarion by analysing what he approves and disapproves of. Sometimes, we can even lightly infer some information from his neutral reactions, but let’s be honest: this way of analysing a char is pretty poor since it leaves everything to speculation. Neutral reactions can only be analysed by contrasting the same situation in other contexts, and seeing what other options Astarion approves or disapproves of. With these considerations in mind, we can proceed to describe this character.

Disclaimer: this is a meta with my personal interpretation of the character, sticking as much as possible to the facts and leaving little to “desires” or “projections” of what I want him to be. If I do so, I will state it explicitly in the text for the sake of analysis honesty. I want to be clear about what is canon (facts shown in bg3 EA), from what’s personal interpretation with little proof.

Also, this list is extensive, gathering as much as I could in my many playthroughs, but I’m sure it’s not absolutely complete. Some details may have escaped to me, but honestly, I believe they will be easily fit in these blocks once the pattern has been seen.

Understanding Astarion by enumerating his reactions

Astarion is usually seen as a character whose behaviour is the embodiment of “randomness”, and after several Astarion-solo playthoughts, I began to see the patterns that showed little randomness in my opinion.

We can say that he likes gratuitous cruelty and murder. He has a special taste for animal cruelty too. He is greedy, but mostly if it leads to murder or to make little people suffer. Sometimes this greedy side comes from the fact that he doesn’t like to “work for free”: most quests should have a reward for him to be neutral to them. Accepting them without asking anything in return tends to earn a disapproval. He is more reticent to humiliate or outsmart NPCs that may be potentially stronger and more powerful than him.

[[1]] Situations showing his greed:

He supports the robbery of the fishermen that were helping the mind flayer (MF) after the crash.

Astarion supports stealing the “magical” ring from the tiefling kid (Mattis). This could be seen also as a gesture of outsmarting a person or mere trickster behaviour (see below).

He supports asking for compensation from the deep gnome we saved at the windmill.

He agrees to force Tulla (dying gnome in the myconid camp) to give you her magical boots.

Denying Baelen the scrolls because “they don’t come cheap”.

He approves pickpocketing Mirkon while being lured by the harpies.

[[2]]Situations displaying plain murder or violence:

He supports joining Lae’zel against the tieflings if you persuade them to free her, since this means killing (which is always an entertainment for him) creatures he considers lesser.

He supports killing Gimblebok and his gang near the Jergal ruins if you avoid any attempt of persuasion. This can be shown as a demonstration of power. (see below)

He supports killing Kagha without trying to persuade her or change her ways, not because he thinks Arabella’s death was an aberration (he enjoyed the show, as his approval and later comment confirm it) but simply because he enjoys murder.

He supports attacking the goblin camp. It’s a great spectacle of murder combined with his personal dismiss towards goblinoid races.

He approves of joining Minthara and massacrating the tieflings. It’s another great spectacle of murder, but in this time, of weak people (He detests weak creatures, and despises Tieflings in general).

He approves of killing Lae’Zel in the scene where she attacks Tav during the night, out of fear of turning into MF.

He approves of killing Rugan in the hideout.

Still related to this level of violence and cruelty, he supports learning more about Shar once Shadowheart explains Shar’s teachings, all about violence and death, fighting against the illusion of safety.

He approves killing Ellyka, the tiefling spying on the Gith patrol, if Tav is a Githyanki (true or disguised as) and chooses “Attack.”

He approves of helping Glut in massacring the whole Myconid colony.

He approves of sacrificing one of the companions to the fish-people who worship Booal.

He approves fighting the fake god Booal because it’s a massacre; where there is bloodshed, there is Astarion’s approval.

For the same reason he approves killing the Githyanki patrol: pure bloodshed.

[[3]] Situations of gratuitous cruelty: I understand that a lot of people confuse this trait of his personality as a “trolling attitude”. There are different archetypes of tricksters in DnD, and he is not particularly the silly-funny one (e.i. Jester in Critical Role), but the cruel-funny one. His “pranks” don’t cause annoyance or silly troubles, they usually end up in murdering the person he is pranking, or causing them great pain. What he considers “funny” is always related to a lot of blood and suffering. Examples of this:

He disapproves of diffusing the situation between Aradin and Zevlor after the first goblin attack. He is “missing” his show. This situation is also related to enjoying humiliation of others (see below).

After letting Arka kill the goblin and take her revenge, Astarion will approve the comment that refugees are desperate and they will do anything. He is enjoying the show of despair of weak creatures. And he is also expecting for some of them to become survivalist beasts.

He approves of telling Kagha that you enjoyed the show of Arabella’s death as an answer to her question about if she is a monster.

He also approves of telling Arabella's parents that Kagha will release their daughter when the Rite of Thorns is completed (while Arabella, in fact, has been killed by Kagha's snake). This is another example of Evil Trickster, a prank with a really dark taste. This also shows that Astarion likes to give false hopes [One of the most iconic characteristic of Cazador]

He approves of telling the tiefling kids training with Wyll that they are going to die, inspiring that despair he enjoys to see in weak creatures. (see below)

He approves of breaking Alfira’s teacher’s lute, leaving the tiefling heartbroken because that had been the only memento she got from her teacher, and could not finish her tribute song.

Astarion approves of interrupting the goblinoid couple having sex, which he considers disgusting. After killing them, Astarion will support the idea that it was funny. Another example of Evil Trickster where the prank ends up with the death of the pranked one. But we also know Astarion despises goblinoid races.

He approves of killing Crusher after humiliating him.

He supports Tav who volunteers to torture Liam at the goblin camp.

He supports of laughing at Lorin (the elf trapped in Ethel’s house) after pretending to be the monster he sees (psychological torture). This example can be part of the list of humiliation too.

He states that seeing Mayrina’s horrified face after resurrecting her husband was funny. Another example of false hopes [One of the most iconic characteristics of Cazador] On the contrary, if Tav kills the undead afterwards, Astarion will disapprove, since he missed the “fun” of seeing Mayrina tortured.

He enjoys every state of Abdirak’s torture upon Tav. This can be seen as a fine bloody show he is enjoying, or as a way to put Tav in a humiliating situation (as he approved the dung-smearing or the foot-kissing instances)

Using the leader gnoll Flind to attack her own gnolls earns his approval. Asking her to devour herself increases approval once more. This situation could also be seen as enjoyment of animal cruelty (since gnolls are considered animals by Astarion too) but also as the reflection of Astarion’s inner desire of becoming a Master of bending wills.

Probably the most innocent prank so far we saw, he approves of doing Baaa at the redcaps in the Bog.

[[4]] As I said previously, he suports any form of animal cruelty:

He approves of kicking and killing the squirrel Timber in the Druid Grove. According to the dev’s notes, he is “shocked and annoyed” because “you stamped a squirrel to death when he could’ve eaten it.” (DEN_General_Squirrel)

He supports prodding to death the bird that Nettie was healing during the dialogue (you need Speak with Animals for this).

He supports freeing the Owlbear cub at the Goblin Camp, and feeding it later, because he wants to bite the owlbear cub eventually (he uses the word “delectable” to describe him, and when the owlbear escapes, Astarions states “You‘ve scared off the little snack.”)

When we find Halsin in his bear form, Astarion will have two instances of approval: the first one when Tav tells the goblin kids that throwing stones with sharp edges would hurt the animal more, and then when Tav themself joins the goblins in throwing rocks at Halsin.

We can also add the confrontation with Flind, the Gnoll leader, as another example of animal cruelty since he approves a smart yet twisted way of killing her by double-using the tadpole. First to command her to attack the gnolls, and then to devour herself. However, since Gnolls are considered aberrations lore-wise, this point could be left aside in this particular case.

If we take into consideration that Astarion sees Goblins, Kobolds, and Gnomes as animals, killing them always increases his approval. This happens when we kill, out of the blue, most goblin NPCs, or simply attack the camp. (Datamined content) He will also approve of killing slave gnomes in Duergar Encampment (place you find after the boat). All these moments can be also seen as “animal” cruelty if we take into account Astarion’s perspective.

He approves of killing Priestess Gut in the Goblin Camp. It could also be interpreted as his usual dismissal towards goblins (he sees them as animals), since he never believed that she could help them in the first place. Or this approval can fit perfectly fine the cruel, murderous aspect of Astarion. As I said, many approvals overlap different aspects of Astarion, but all seem to fit his patterns either way.

I suspect that the reason behind this particular kind of cruelty comes from those two hundred years of torture, in which he had to drink animal blood. Considering he was such an unfair magistrate, directing his rage against the ones who are not the root of the problem seems fitting.

[[5]] Astarion is filled with racial bias and prejudices.

He only sees elves and humans as the only creatures capable of thinking. (Scene after the bite)

However, he has strong biases against a particular ethnic group of humans: Gurs. He thinks they are all cut-throat, and probably would approve the rest of stereotypes that Gandrel added in that scene. (Scene of meeting Gandrel)

He mocks halfling and dwarf Tavs, who he thinks are naturally weak, until they prove him wrong. (Stargaze scene for short-sized Tav)

He supports the idea that tieflings have demonic powers just because of their heritage. (Speaking with the Grove halfling seller). During the party, he compares the lives of the tieflings with the lives of the goblins as something of similar value (which we know he considers as animal).

He sees goblins, kobolds, and gnomes as animals. (Scene after the bite)

After killing the goblinoid couple which was having sex, if Tav choose to say that the situation made them scrub their eyes, Astarion would add and extra “dehumanizing” comment against gnomes. “I’ve seen worse. Gnomes can be… ughh.” (Scene of interrupting sex)

[[6]] He finds pleasure in humiliating people or in outsmarting them, especially if they are trying to outsmart Tav. He dislikes weakness and loves to humiliate weak people in particular.

He approves telling Lae’Zel to say “please” when we met her again in the cage, humiliating her.

He disapproves of diffusing the situation between Aradin and Zevlor after the first goblin attack. We know he is “missing” his show where one of them is being humiliated.

Astarion approves of telling Elegis that she is pathetic for being scared of a few goblins. Once more, humiliation due to weakness.

He disapproves of telling Arabella's parents that the Druids overreacted when speaking in the Druid Grove’s stairs. He is disapproving for defending a weak and silly creature who was not smart enough to survive on her own.

Astarion supports stealing the “magical” ring from the tiefling kid. This is another situation of humiliation of a weak person and outsmarting them. This could be considered a prank of a more silly-funny trickster doing an innocent prank.

He approves of telling the tiefling kids that they are going to die.

He feels disappointed when Lae’Zel did not kill Zorru, the tiefling that she forces to kneel and confess where he saw the Gith patrol. He approves the psychological torture of the interrogation.

He enjoys interrupting the goblinoid couple having sex. This is an example of the prank cruel-funny trickster. This “prank” ends up with the goblinoid couple being killed.

Astarion approves of smearing dung in the guard's face at the goblin camp entrance. The show of seeing someone being humiliated is satisfying.

He supports booing and humiliating Volo off the stage in the goblin camp.

He supports licking the goblin’s foot (It could also be considered a prank).

He supports kissing the goblin’s foot while stealing the ring. This situation puts two things he enjoys in the same place: the humiliation experienced by Tav and how the Crusher was outsmarted in the process. Astarion will approve if Crusher is the one humiliated and forced to kiss Tav’s foot.

He approves of laughing at Lorin (the elf trapped in Ethel’s house) when the elf is scared of Tav who pretends to be the monster that’s torturing him.

Humiliating “low people'' is an important aspect of Astarion’s personality, since it’s a small petty pleasure he can have now, when during the last two hundred years it had been done to him. Humiliation has to do with power as well, another symbol tight to Astarion’s personality. Through humiliation Astarion can taste a little bit of power, that power he lacked for two hundred years. That power that, if his backstory is not retconned in future versions or in the full release game, he had before turning into a vampire, abusing those groups he considered less.

[[7]] If we think in power, we also have to think in manipulation. And of course, Astarion is a great master of it. Sometimes the events that stand out his taste for manipulation overlap with the ones displayed in the humiliation section.

Since the moment we meet Astarion, we know he keeps working in turning himself into a pleasant and useful companion for Tav. Astarion knows he has bigger chances to succeed and survive staying with this group. A lot of his “neutral” behaviours respond to this goal: he doesn’t want to enrage Tav to the point of being kicked out of the party, it’s not about a hidden gentle side inside he is showing with an apathetic neutrality, it’s, once more, raw preservation and survival. During the first scenes of the game, when we don’t know he is a vampire, Astarion tries to avoid taking a position in the situations we face: he is just feeling the ground all the time: with Sazza and with Arabella’s death is clear. He doesn’t judge hard, he is testing Tav, he is trying to understand their mind, and acting as pleasant as he can according to what he sees. It’s a natural use of manipulation to guarantee his survival in a group of strangers. During the bite scene—when this façade finally ends—he is truly nervous of being killed for his vampiric nature, and tries to convince Tav of keeping him in the group using arguments that go from seduction to practical usefulness.

The scene of stargaze also shows his usage of seduction as a manipulative tool to guarantee his survival (he weponises seduction and sex). Although he says mostly the same, he reacts very differently in tone depending on Tav’s approach. If Tav is wary, Astarion will act encouraging their ego and enumerating several feats, while getting uncomfortably closer. If Tav is already interested in Astarion, the elf will use softer manners to keep the seduction into a more intimate tone. This is a scene of a predator tasting his future prey as well (Dev’s notes are pretty clear about his manipulation). In this scene, also, Astarion is light-headed because he has not drunk blood in a while, and has “his head foggy” (something we can repeat during his origin as a personal tag). Exact words he will use as a narrative hint during the bite scene. Therefore, this scene has little of “Astarion falling for Tav”, and has everything of vampiric hunger combined with a raw sense of survival and usage of seduction to guaranteed it.

(potential interpretation) He approves when he is persuaded into sharing his dream with Tav. In any other character, we usually would understand this as an approval for caring about the character himself. In that scenario, failing the approval doesn’t cause a penalty (unless the character understands this failure as prying, as it happens with Shadowheart). In Astarion’s case, when you fail this persuasion, you are penalised with a disapproval. We can understand this in the same way we see it with Shadowheart: this is his annoyance for prying into his personal business. But there is another interpretation in this disapproval: he recognised a bad execution of persuasion as a manipulative attempt, and Astarion is in particular very sensitive to manipulations and mind games (see point [12]).

Most of his “romance” is manipulation as well, keeping in mind the first point of this section: he becomes pleasant for Tav, using whatever shape he needs, so he can survive (this is especially noticeable with a good-aligned Tav). Astarion has weaponised seduction and sex without any hint of subtetly for the player (As the Dev’s notes say: “For Astarion, this is a game of power - one he’s played many times before in the taverns of Baldur’s Gate, trying to lure people back to his master. He’s an old hand at seduction, very self-assured at first, but the player might not go along with the script he expects them to follow.”) We can assure that Astarion will find more satisfaction in having “fun” with a high-approval Tav rather than a low-approval Tav.

If Tav is not evil enough (and therefore has a low approval), Astarion will need to be the one inviting Tav to have sex (to be sure the control is still in his hand, still pushing for “catching” Tav). If a low-approval-Tav invites Astarion, he will decline saying that he “has standards'', implying he needs to be the one controlling the situation (he is basically playing “hard to catch”. Astarion already knows that he “caught” Tav in this scenario since Tav was the first one showing their interest). If Tav is evil-like (and has enough approval), Astarion will not only weaponise sex, he may express some degree of personal desire in having “fun” with Tav. After all, evil characters can like one another. In this case, he would accept Tav’s invitation for more hedonist reasons such as personal pleasure and not mere survival. Still it’s always present the layer of using this situation as a manipulative tool to have control on Tav.

Approves persuading Crusher without a fight, understanding it as an approval earnt for the good manipulation tool used. Of course this scene is combined with the natural approval that Astarion gives when outsmarting creatures he considers lower or animal-like (See point [6]).

Successfully persuade Lae'Zel to "play along" when meeting the Githyanki patrol, and pull off the deception.

I personally found funny that Astarion, without the intention of the writer, is so good in his manipulations, that he broke the fourth wall and ended up manipulating a good amount of players as well into believing him.

[[8]] He supports revenge in all its forms and degrees, which is not strange since it’s his main motivation against Cazador.

He approves of letting Arka kill Sazza in the cage as revenge for her brother’s death.

He approves of the attack against Nettie when she poisons Tav.

He approves of telling Edowin's siblings to find the beast that attacked him as a way to avenge the True Soul.

Astarion approves of Arabella’s mother killing Kagha at the party.

He approves of helping the Sovereign to take revenge against the Duergars that killed their young. However, it’s not clear if Astarion approves the revenge itself or the method proposed, which is, according to his own words, “a bit genocidal” and therefore more entertaining for him (we need to remember he enjoys the display of murder and violence in all its forms, [2,3]).

He approves of helping Glut in massacring the whole Myconid colony, since according to Glut’s words, they saw Glut’s circle being killed by the Duergars and did nothing, so Glut is looking for revenge.

[[9]] He doesn’t like to get involved in anyone’s problems unless you can obtain a benefit or a reward for it (this is directly connected to his greed aspect [1])

He approves of telling Mayrina’s brothers that they are on their own, and actively disapproves if Tav agrees to help them find Mayrina.

He approves of declining to help Halsin in killing the Goblin leaders.

He disapproves of helping Wyll to save the Tiefling refugees in the Grove.

He disapproves of helping Zevlor.

He disapproves of finding evidence that confirms that Kagha is working with Shadow Druids. He will additionally disapprove again if, after exposing her, Tav asks her to change her ways. From Astarion’s point of view, Tav is basically meddling too much in the Grove’s problems for free, and ruining all the instances where murder could happen.

He also disapproves if Tav agrees to help the two Zhentarim humans that are attacked by gnolls without asking for compensation.

He approves of not getting involved in the rescue of the Duke when Tav speaks with Florrick

[[10]] Despite having been a slave, he lacks of empathy for those who shared his fate and, instead, he supports slavery:

If we take into consideration what Swen said about his background in one of the first playthough he showed, we know that Astarion, as a magistrate, used criminals as food for local vampires, and in an attempt to outsmart them, he began to sell them into slavery (we can see in this brief background that Astarion has been greedy and cruel before turning into a vampire).

Although he disapproves paying for Oskar, the painter in the Zhentarim Hideout, he does it because of the money. When Tav buys the painter and demands him to stay silent because “slaves should speak when they are spoken to”, Oskar will think this is a joke (which is not the case, since none of those options has, in this patch at least, a (performance) tag). When Tav reinforces the idea that this is not a joke, and Oskar is now a true slave, only then, Astarion will approve.

When seeing one of the servant Duergars of the Myconite Colony, Astarion will comment on how useful they are, and how Underdark drows should learn about these creatures, since these slaves are more efficient than the standard ones. If Tav brings awareness about the contradiction that those thoughts cause coming from an ex-slave, Astarion will justify his thinking saying that they are husks without mind, claiming that his feelings “may be different, had they been conscious beings. Or maybe not.” He emphasises in this dual possibility. And we can be sure that he certainly would not care slavery on conscious creatures, as we confirm it later with Oskar (A human who is not a Gur, and therefore, a creature that Astarion consider thinking acceptable beings).

(Datamined content) When reaching the Duergar Encampment, once Nere is rescued, there is approval for killing the slave gnomes when the True Soul orders it. One can interpret that Astarion minds little for these slaves because they are gnomes, and therefore, animals.

[[11]] He looks for power and dominance, to have control over others and also as a way to guarantee his own freedom.

In the discussion after every dream, Astarion supports the use of the tadpole's power in every opportunity, dismissing their effects. He is thrilling for the ability of bending everyone’s will (curious note, this is one of Cazador’s characteristics most hated by him)

He approves of letting the Koa-Toes bow before them as the Booal's chosen. This scene can be understood as a typical prank of a trickster, but also as a taste for being adored as a master/entity with more power. This scene shows that he and Tav are placed in the “Master” position. This reinforces the idea that Astarion wants to be a Master/Cazador, eventually. (Check post about Astarion and Power 1 and 2)

If Tav claims that the worship to them as True Souls can be useful after letting Edowin’s siblings leave, Astarion will approve. He shows in every instance more delight for having Cazador’s powers, making emphasis in the mind control ability, again.

Astarion approves of keeping the Necromancy of Thay tome. As we see later in his scene, he believes that there is something powerful hidden in it that may help him against Cazador. He wants to muster all the power of any kind he can.

Astarion approves of sparing Auntie Ethel’s life when she surrenders during battle because she will grant them power in exchange. He wants to muster all the power of any kind he can.

[[12]] Astarion is particularly sensitive to mind control. His expressions and the tone of his voice against any type of mind control are filled with feral ire (video here):

He is angrily affected by the movements of his worm in his own head,

He screams against Ethel’s control when using the mask,

The insults at the harpies when he is lured,

The way he is annoyed by the telepathic spores in the Underdark,

He disapproves failed attempts of persuasion (understood by his character as failed, obvious attempts of manipulations).

And, potentially, this is the reason why he disapproves of Priestess Gut cleaning Tav’s mind.

[[13]] Because he likes power, he also likes the demonstration of power whether his own or his allies’, therefore he likes most intimidation options in general

He approves of intimidating Gimblebok and the gang near the ruins.

He approves of intimidating or provoking both Aradin and Zevlor at the Druid Grove.

At camp, when discussing preferred methods of death, he approves if Tav tells him "If I die, I'll take you with me." (after first picking "Try it and I'll spill your guts") . He also approves if Tav chooses a method of death (decapitation, knife, poison). Both options show resolve, strength, and freedom in deciding one’s fate. Since Astarion died at the hands of strangers, he values the freedom of choosing how to die. He will disapprove picking the option of letting others decide your death.

He approves if you intimidate the mirror into allowing passage.

[[14]] He is a survivalist character, and therefore, a lot of his approvals are related to elements that will guarantee his life, such as looking for his own freedom, the acceptance of his vampire nature, and the encouragement in looking for strong alliances or keeping alive strong individuals that can be useful as allies.

He approves of being accepted with his vampire nature and allowing him to feed on Tav’s blood. He keeps approving if Tav defends him during the exchange of opinions in the camp.

He approves if he has permission to feed on enemies.

He approves of killing Gandrel. This approval is also mere raw survival.

He approves if during sex, Tav allows him to drink their blood.

He disapproves of promising Nettie to take Wyvern Poison if you feel symptoms of the Tadpole, since it goes against his survival instinct.

When Lae’Zel is killed by the Gith patrol, he will state in banter that it was a waste since Lae’Zel was a powerful/strong specimen, so clearly he is lamenting the loss of a powerful ally.

Despite appreciating his freedom, he has explicitly stated that he “would choose servitude over oblivion any day”, showing how extremely survivalist he can be.

[[15]] He likes to find a solution to their tadpole problem using unconventional ways, or at least, using options that may lead him to the twisted solution he needs (which is not exactly being cured of the tadpole, but to control it, he certainly needs more exceptional means)

He approves of telling Auntie Ethel about the tadpole in the Druid Grove simply because she “looks lunatic”.

At first, Astarion disapproves of Raphael's invitation to remove the Tadpole, claiming that he would not change one master for another. However, when the situation starts looking dire, he will approve of the idea, because anything “may be better than Cazador” adding later that he “would choose servitude over oblivion any day.”

A bit contradictory when he was the first one claiming that Raphael used mind games similar to Cazador’s, games they know they have won before starting.

[[16]] He has a “soft spot” for helping people to escape their masters or killing/rejecting people that can be seen as Masters. However it’s requirement that those escapees could be seen by Aastarion as strong and capable creatures. He would mind little for creatures he sees as underlings. (Weak concept, seeing it with squinted eyes)

He approves of helping Karlach to get rid of the Tyr followers, since they are in fact working for Zariel, Karlach’s previous master. With all what Karlach explained about her past, she certainly qualifies as a strong person who is trying to get rid of her master.

He disapproves of Tav who tells Raphael that they would do anything to remove the Tadpole. This is probably resounding in Astarion: his past bad choice when he was at death's door due to the Gur attack and Cazador appeared to “save” him. He knows that going to that extent has poor results.

Astarion approves of Tav if they say that they won’t become Raphael's pawn (conversation in the camp after the encounter with Raphael). It’s true that when the other options narrow, Astarion starts to consider the possibility of changing a vampiric master for an infernal one.

This post was written on April 2021.

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kinktober day 12 - diluc ragnvindr.

warnings: fuck or die, aphrodisiacs, master/servant dynamic, rough sex, oral, cock worship, hair pulling, mild spanking, gn reader.

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"Master Diluc, please-"

Every second that he doesn't move, you feel yourself inching closer towards your grave. Every absence of concern or hurry causes more sweat to bead at your skin, staining the soft fabric of your pressed outfit.

And the more that the master of the winery looks down on you, the more you feel like you'll break if he doesn't touch you right this second.

You know he's not the most fond of you, the one who constantly breaks things or spills tea or makes a bevy of other mistakes in his presence, but you're part of his staff nonetheless so there's little else he can do other than fire you. And you've expected it on many occasions, but he's never done so to you--but this time may be the exception, considering you're quite literally on your knees for him in his office, begging him to do unspeakable things to you.

"Enough."

Locks of his crimson hair sway as he turns his head away from you, like the sight of you alone is too much for him to bear. But he doesn't swat your hands away from his legs or his groin quite yet--in fact, if anything, he moves a little closer and just teases you that much more. He must be able to tell by your temperature alone that you've fallen victim to the effects of the wine you spilled all over your lap, the experimental brew so potent with electro slime energy that it electrified your whole body within seconds. You can feel the jolts of electricity running through your veins like they're iron lamp posts in the rain, keeping you energized and needy for something to combat it, but nothing comes close to beating the heat between your legs until Diluc's gloved hand comes to rest firmly on your head.

"If you want it so badly, then work for it."

Your eyes widen up at him, big as saucers. You're not quite sure you heard him right but fuck, you have nothing to lose at this point. You yank on his pants so hard his buckle breaks and endure a rough tug on your hair for doing so, but it's just so close--Master Diluc's cock is so tantalizingly close you can almost taste it, and when you finally get it uncovered you can barely believe the sight. It's just like you imagined it to be, veins prominent but not huge, head flushed and pink, slit dripping with precum just from watching you beg for him...it's a dream, such a sweet dream, all the way down to his crimson-coloured pubic hair trimmed neatly like he's been waiting for this. You've convinced yourself he has, and so you don't wait. You purse your lips to kiss the tip of it, and in the next second half of his cock has disappeared down your throat and Diluc is gripping the desk behind him to keep from keeling over.

A strangled curse leaves his lips and he tugs so hard you nearly choke, but the full feeling of sucking him down is just so addicting you can't stop. You've fantasized about doing something like this for so long that it's always felt like just a faraway dream, but now that it's happening you want to make the most of it--and if you can blow him good enough to make him forget your misdemeanors, then that works even better in your favour. You start tonguing at one of those veins that you just know will be sensitive, the heady musk that surrounds his nether regions not even close to being able to deter you, and turn your eyes upward to watch him struggling to keep composure as you silently hope he loses all control and fucks your throat loose.

"Get up,"

He pants from nowhere, patting your cheek just mildly hard enough for the slaps to sting a little. You don't quite catch his order though, as per usual, and his voice deepens as he bellows out the command one more time.

"I said get up!"

Diluc yanks you to your feet and throws you down on the desk with so much force it rattles everything on it, and leaves you so limp to make his frenzy to get the lower half of your uniform off that much easier. The fabric slides down your legs and his hands slide up them, leatherbound fingers prying your thighs apart and a gleaming pearl of spit dribbling from his mouth to land right between them, his thumb circling your entrance and teasing you with the tip before he feels like you're prepared enough. But you could never be, because as soon as the master enters you you're left scraping your nails against the wood grain of his desk, feet scrabbling for purchase against the floor as he pulls every thought from your mind and moans into the quiet air of his office as it's soon filled with the rough paps of him railing you from behind.

A few papers slide off and flutter to the floor followed by a nearly empty teacup that smashes into tiny shards of porcelain, all of which he'll almost certainly force you to pick up when you're done. But for now all you can do is gasp and clutch at whatever you can to keep steady, even though your feet themselves keep lifting off the floor every time he thrusts and pounds you into submission. Your body is but a doll for him to abuse as he pleases, if not obvious by how hard he grips you by the back of your neck and brings down an open palm to your asscheeks, alternating between either one so you'll never be able to brace for the inevitable stinging ache.

"Clumsy...just like always.."

He grunts from the back of his throat, yanking you up by the neck so his lips brush the shell of your ear, and his breath washes over you in hot puffs as he stifles the moans that are desperate to come out.

"My clumsy little servant...you owe me your life for this…"

You certainly do. Diluc is kind enough even to grace you with a cumshot in the end, the warm splatters painting your back like a beautiful canvas, and his handprint branded on your rear like a tattoo that screams "Dawn Winery Property". Master Diluc has saved your life without a doubt, despite him eagerly watching you tremble afterwards as you sweep up the broken teacup with a soreness that stutters your step, eyes catching every detail and tongue so sharp as it points out your mistakes.

But even if you spend the rest of your life paying off this debt, at least you can say it was worth it.

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