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mandoalorian · 3 years

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Hot Springs [Din Djarin x Reader] SMUT

SPOILERS FOR THE MANDALORIAN SEASON 2, EPISODE 2. [CHAPTER 10].

Summary: when The Mandalorian crashes his ship into a barely habitable and unfamiliar ice cold planet, he has to spend time on repairs. Little does he know, his bounty (you), has sauntered off into the depths of the crystallic cave, finding a hot spring to lounge in. When he discovers you pleasuring yourself amongst the thermal blue waters, he just can’t keep his hands of you.

Warnings: SMUT (duh...) m receiving oral, p in v, lots of touching and affection.

Word count: 3k

Rating: 18+ only

Authors Note: The devil works hard but I work harder. Chapter 10 was literally released three hours ago and I’ve already knocked this up. The scene with the hot springs gave me ~thoughts~ and well, I hope you enjoy!

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The Mandalorian was just about finished the repairs on his ship when the cooing of his child interrupted him. He put down the soldering iron, and turned to face the little green bean who was knee deep in fluffy white snow. After a few beats of silence, the child let out an incoherent garble and Din sighed. "Are you going to just stand there, or do you want to make yourself useful?" he quizzed, gesturing towards the Razor Crest. The child blinked momentarily and Din let out another huff of annoyance before returning back to solder together some pieces of wire

The child's next garble came only a few moments later and when Din turned around, he noticed that his son was gone. Din dropped the iron once more and raised to his feet, walking around the perimeter of the Crest until he saw the child again. The child turned to his father, babbling and pointing his finger. When Din followed the directions of the child's small claw, he realised that his son had been trying to alert him of something. Din flicked the tracking switch on his visor which highlighted the footprints through the snow.

"She's gone?" he questioned himself out loud. "Wait here." he told the Child, who slumped down in the snow and began to roll snowballs with his small hands.

Din followed your footprints through the depths of the ice cold caves until finally he found you. There you were, lounging naked in what could only be described as a pool of steaming tranquil water. It was a vibrant blue colour, comparable to the beautiful lakes of Naboo or rivers of Alderaan.

"I told you to wait by the ship." The Mandalorian's voice was low and dark through his modulator. There was something sultry about it. If you weren't engulfed in warm water, you might have sworn his voice alone could do things to you that no other man has ever.

You took in his broad stature. Tall, wide shoulders, and covered in the most pristine Beskar armour. And he was just standing there, watching you.

"Just about all ice planets have hot springs," you informed the Mandalorian, dodging his statement only slightly. "They're almost always in crystalline caves, just like this one. They're heated by underground volcanic activity. I know what you're thinking— volcanoes on an ice planet? But trust me. Legends says they have healing powers and well, I believe them. The natural oils that these thermal waters possess make my skin so smooth." you drew out, kicking your leg out the water and rubbing your hand along your calf and up your thigh, humming in delight at the touch.

"Stars." Din gritted out as he watched you touch yourself. You noticed upon his entrance to the springs, he had completely stiffened up, not moving an inch. His eyes were locked on you. But you didn't mind. In fact, you kind of liked the attention from a Mandalorian. "So you knew about the hot springs here?"

"I knew there'd be hot springs, sure," you shrugged, continuing to drag the warm thick blue water over your skin. The oils in it made it slippery but all the more appealing to the Mandalorian. He shuffled in his boots slightly, dragging them across the thick snow beneath him. "I got bored waiting on the ship. Not much to do for entertainment."

The Mandalorian scoffed, but he couldn't exactly argue with you. "You could've put yourself in danger." he muttered, looking around. Your eyes followed his.

"Do you see anything?" you prompted him. "No? Exactly. It's safe here, I promise." After a long beat of silence, you took a deep breath and inhaled the fragranced air around you. "Join me." you murmured.

The Mandalorian was taken aback, but your offer became harder to refuse by the second. Maker, his cock was throbbing now, constricted and feeling tight under his pants and armour. He tilted his head slightly and watched as you let your hands grace your body and squeeze your own breasts. You knew exactly how to lure him in. You gently closed your eyes at the sensation, a sweet moan escaping your lips.

Of course, the opaqueness of the turquoise water left very little visible to the Mandalorian's eye but judging from the way you were positioned and the slight slushing sound of the water, he knew you were touching himself.

The Mandalorian wanted to hear that moan again. If that sound was the noise you made when you touched yourself, then he wanted to hear the noises you could make when he touched you.

You were utterly a sight to behold. He wanted to engrain the image of you, lounging in the hot springs, for the rest of his life.

The thought of you pleasuring yourself in front of him created a fire in his stomach. He felt his already hard cock twitching at the sight of you. Your hair wasn't completely wet, but damp from the condensation in the air, sticking slightly to your skin. Pearls of sweat beaded across your hairline and as he trailed his vision down, he noticed the way it glossed over your collarbones— defining them.

"If I join you," the Mandalorian gulped. "I might not be able to control myself." he warned, a strong level of sterness in his voice.

You bit your lip and extended your arms, propping yourself up in the tub so he could see the way you spread yourself out for him. "Consider this an invitation." you gazed up towards him, fluttering your eyelashes which framed your doe-like eyes.

The Mandalorian discarded his armour one by one, the Beskar of his chest plate and knee pads clanking as he dropped them to the rocky ground beneath him. As he undressed himself, he didn't take his eyes from you, and so, you decided to give him a little show to watch.

You hopped up on to the side of the tub, exposing your naked body. You even heard Din's breathing hitch when he took sight of you. You crossed your legs over, not wanting to show him too much yet, but dropped your head back and your breasts together. The sudden coldness in the air hardened your nipples and made them sensitive as you ran the pad of your thumb over the little bud, pinching it now and again. You dipped your hands back in the water and gently let the warm, oily water drip down your body. Din watched, completely enthralled as droplets dripped down the curve of your breasts and pooled in your belly button. He wanted to spread you out— take you now. Fuck you fast and hard in the snow if he could.

But there was something so delicate about the way you performed for him. The way you gently touched yourself and your whimpers which echoed throughout the crystallised caves. It struck something inside of him. He wanted to take it slow, touch every part of you like it had never been touched before. Grace his finger along every edge and dip of your body.

It wasn't long until the Mandalorian had stripped completely down, his clothing pooled on the floor amongst yourd. You let out a small gasp as you took in his manhood which was hard and pressed against his tummy. Dark brown hair trailed from his belly button down to his crotch and you swallowed a lump in your throat that you didn't realise you were holding. You knew he couldn't take his helmet off, but seeing the colour of his hair on another part of his body awakened a primal feeling inside of you.

He stood there, awkwardly, almost like he was awaiting your instruction. His hand dropped to his cock and he began to rub his length slowly, up and down. It was in that moment you got an eyeful of the precum that was beading at the dark pink tip. Oh Maker…. he was desperate for you.

"Come here." you gestured with a finger that beckoned him to walk around the steaming hot tub. Still jerking himself, he walked to the edge of the tub where you were sitting and you continued to swirl your feet into the water.

When he stood before you, you took his hand and gently removed it from his cock. The loss of Din's grip made his cock bounce forward. You looked down at it, taking in the sight of all the bumps and veins and licked your lips at the thought of how he would feel inside of you. He was big, you knew he'd stretch you out, but you had hope in the oils from the springs that maybe they'd lubricate you before that time came. "I want to taste you, is that alright?" you asked, dipping your hand into the warm water and taking it back out before rubbing his length.

"Y-yes," he stuttered, jerking his hips deeper into your first. You tutted and slowly shook your head at his lack of patience. The oils from the thermal water had made your hands slick and wet.

You rolled your hand to the bottom of his girth and cupped his balls before skillfully swirling your tongue over his pink tip, earning a groan from him. Your lips curved into a smirk as you continued with the kitten licks, savouring every drop of precum that he had created. You wanted to be vocal for him, making sure you moaned when his salty seed hit your tongue. Licking your lips, making sure you could devour every last drop. "Tastes so good," you cooed before taking his full length in your mouth and bopping your head.

On impulse, Din grabbed a fist full of your hair, holding your head in place as you took him as far as you could. With his remaining length, you lifted your hand and began to pump him. You slowly drew back from his cock, a line of your saliva mixer with his precum drawn from the tip of his cock to your swollen lips.

"What are you doing?" Din growled, pushing your head back on his cock.

"Cmon, I know you want to fuck my mouth. I see the way you jerk your hips. And I want it too. Fuck my mouth, Mando," you commanded, reaching up and pressing a hand along his v-line.

You parted your lips only slightly, but enough for the Mandalorian to push his length inside of you. You immediately found yourself hollowing your cheeks as he began to fuck your mouth, illicitng curses in what you could only assume to be Mando’a. You grabbed onto his hips, fingernails pinching into his ass as he thrusted inside of you. "S-such a good mouth for me," he praised. "Good girl. Take me so well." It wasn't long before you felt his cock twitch in your mouth and you drew back, not wanting him to cum just yet.

"Join me in the water," you pleaded, hopping back into the tub and letting the wetness engulf you. The Mandalorian sat on the edge of the tub and carefully slipped in, the water rising to his chest. He shuddered at the heat and you couldn't help but smile. "You like it?" you asked him, and he nodded his head in agreement.

"Yeah, haven't felt anything this nice since- since-" The Mandalorian couldn't finish his sentence because you were already dragging him through the water and on top of you.

Once again, you leaned against the side of the tub and brought the Mandalorian warrior in between your legs. You hooked your legs around his waist and the water pushed his cock against your wet folds, a soft moan escaping your lips. Liking what he could hear, the Mandalorian teasingly rolled his cock over your clit, and your fingers dug into his back.

You didn't think it was possible, but somehow you managed to get closer to him. You pressed your breasts up against his chest and rested your chin the crook of his neck. He pushed the hair out of your face, revelling in your beauty.

In one swift motion, he pushed himself inside of you, desperate for some kind of release. You screamed, fingers digging into his tan skin. His back was strong and muscular and he held himself there, inside of you, warming his cock. You traced his back, enthralled in the way he was using his upper body strength to hold you up against the side of the tub.

"Move." you begged, pressing your lips into his shoulder blade. The Mandalorian groaned at your soft kisses. He hadn't felt such affection from anyone before. His hips moved slightly but his cock still filled inside of you, throbbing as your walls contracted around him. You bit down on his skin at the sensation. You loved how long and thick he was. You loved the way he filled you up. "Move." you repeated, but this time it was a cry of desperation.

The Mandalorian obeyed your order, slowly and somehow pushing himself deeper inside you. His cock curved and hit your sweet spot with every thrust. Fuck, he was good. You whined, rolling your hips and meeting his every thrust.

"Stars, you're so tight," he cursed and you clenched around him once more. He was certain you'd milk him from his seed shortly.

"Mando, you don't have to be gentle. I need you to fuck me hard and fuck me fast." You whispered, your breath tingling his skin. He wasn't going to say no to that.

The Mandalorian increased his speed, and his thrusts became more erratic. As the oils of the thermal waters seeped into your cunt his actions became sloppier and he had to clutch onto you like he was afraid you'd break beneath him. The waters of the hot springs rolled over the edges of the tub and splashing noises, as well as your moans and his grunts echoed throughout the caves.

"I'm close," he warned. "Fuck. Your cunt is so soft. Ngh- feels so good around me."

"Mando," you wailed, your hands wrapped around his helmet for support as he continued to messily thrust into you. He lowered one hand under the water and found the bud of your clit, rubbing at it as he continued to fuck you. "Shit, don't stop that. I'm gonna cum."

"Yes baby," The Mandalorian growled. "Cum for me like a good girl."

The words spurred you off and you dropped your head back, your entire body shaking as he fucked you through your climax. Your walls clenched around his cock and he started twitching inside you. "Fuck!" he cried out, holding you by the shoulders.

"I'm safe," you gasped, as he continued to thrust deeper into you. "Please cum inside of me. Please."

"You take my cock so fucking good." He praised, his modulated voice echoing through the cave as his hips snapped into yours. His hands drop as he holds your lower back and the pressure feels sharp. He's rough, he's hard just like you had requested of him. You could feel every edge and vein of him as he slammed inside of you, groaning out your name with each savage thrust.

Before long, Din spills inside of you. And he was containing a load. You feel his sticky heat rope your and coat your walls as you yelp in pleasure. He stays inside of you, letting the cum bury deep within you before he softens and gently pulls out. You whine at the loss of his fullness, your eyes fluttering shut as he doubles back.

Both of you are a heaving panting mess, standing before each other in the hot springs. Your legs felt shaky, like he just fucked every last beam of life out of you. You grabbed onto the edge of the tub and pulled yourself up, letting the cool air dry your body.

The Mandalorian took another good look of your body and he felt himself get hard again. Fuck, no credits could amount to that experience. There was no way he could return you now. You were his to keep.

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imagine-loki · 3 years

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Threats and Collateral

TITLE: Threats and Collateral CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: One-Shot AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki’s reaction to his SO being brought in to the TVA as a way to control him.

RATING: General Audience NOTES/WARNINGS: None

Loki scowled at the contraption around his neck, limiting his power. Looking around the containment area, there were many creatures and beings with similar around their own necks. Since being captured by the TVA, he had been stripped of his armoured clothes and placed in grotesque and frankly uncomfortable attire and given food that he assumed the palace hounds would turn their noses up at.

He was yet to be spoken to by anyone of notable seniority as to what was the counts of which he was being held. They mentioned him altering the timeline but nothing more. He had to wait until he had a trial to know what was going to happen. Or so he thought.

Loki never liked being manhandled, as most beings tended not to, but being grabbed and forcibly handcuffed made him eye those around him carefully. The guards that did so, did it quickly while another man stood back and watched studiously which brought Loki’s attention to him. There was no manner to age the man in front of him, not with where he was, so there was no telling if he could defeat him or not in hand-to-hand combat, though being handcuffed and collared also was to his disadvantage.

“Follow me.”

That was all the man said before turning to walk towards one of the elevators that dotted the walls of the room Loki was in. He had known better than to attempt to go near one before, the singed clothing and black burns on the floor and the unconscious what he assumed to be corpses of different beings telling him to do so without authorisation was not to be recommended.

Though he did not trust the official of the TVA, Loki knew that whatever they wanted, they had no reason to burn him as they would not be so dim as to do so in such a fashion, ergo, he followed sceptically. Passing through the white line on the floor without being harmed and into the metal contraption to bring him to Norns’ knows where in the building.

“I am Mobius M Mobius and you, are Loki.”

“You heard of me, I’m honoured?” Loki eyed him carefully.

“Do you know where I am taking you?”

“You’re taking me somewhere to kill me.”

“No, I’m taking you some place to talk.”

“Well, I don’t like to talk.”

“But you do like to lie, which you just did. Because we both know you love to talk. Talkie talkie.”

Loki eyed the man with utter disgust at the juvenile and irritating manner in which he spoke.

The elevator came to a halt and the doors opened, bringing the two men to a room bare of all objects bar a table, two chairs on opposite sides of it and some stationary equipment.

Mobius indicated for Loki to sit at one side while he sat on the opposite side. “This is the TVA.”

“I know exactly what this place is.” Loki interrupted. “The Time Keepers have built quiet the circus and I see that the clowns are playing their parts to perfection.” “Big metaphor guy. I love it. It makes you sound smart.” “I am smart.” “I know.” “Okay.”

“Okay.” “What do you want from me?”

Mobius replayed the footage of Loki taking the Tesseract and explained how that was not the original timeline and then showed him what his actual timeline was, the events on Asgard with the Aether and the Dark Elves, him taking the throne under the guise of Odin, Odin’s death, the return of Hela, the destruction of Asgard and finally, the less than comfortable scene were Thanos choked him and snapped his neck in one fell swoop. With an unconscious rubbing of his throat, he looked at the agent across from him. “And you want me to help you because?”

“We need your unique Loki perspective.”

“I don’t believe you.” Loki shook his head slightly. “I don’t think you believe anyone. This Loki variant needs to be fixed.”

“But why is it the Loki variant when those misfit Midgardians clearly are the ones that altered time. How was I supposed to know that what I did was altering time when they were the ones altering it?” Loki pointed out. “The breaking of reality was not my doing, but theirs, have them fix it.” “But you don’t want us to do that, not really. Because if we did that, you would have to be imprisoned indefinitely as you are not the true timeline Loki and you know that you will face a less than pleasant end soon. But if you help us, you get to use all these traits you love so dearly to actually do something and not be destroyed. “ “What happens if I help you and fix all of this, let me guess, you’ll imprison me then?” “No, then you will be offered to stay here and work for us and fix mess after mess for…well, who knows how long. Time works a little differently here.”

“So, I help you, I‘m free to work for you, I don’t help you, I sit in uncomfortable clothes waiting to die of old age, which, if I am correct, may never actually happen here?” Loki checked.

“Something to that effect.” Loki thought over his options. “I am not interested.” “I thought you might say that.” Mobius activated his computer screen and clicked on buttons. With how he was doing it, Loki was suspicious that he was not actually typing anything at all but pretending to do so to try and get Loki to change his mind. But after a few moments, the elevator door behind them rung out and opened.

At first, Loki did not care enough to turn around. He suspected it was either someone to forcibly get him to comply, in which case, the ignoring served its purpose of not acknowledging such or it was guards to bring him to holding once more or to his new prison cell, which again, he did not care to acknowledge. But then, he felt the urge to look, especially when he sensed someone looking at him. When he turned, his eyes widened. “What?” He tried to rise from his seat but was pushed back down by a guard that seemed to just appear beside him. He glared angrily at Mobius. “How?” “We knew there was a high probability you would say no, we really needed you to say yes, so we brought a little incentive here for you,” Mobius explained. “I have studied practically every moment of your life. There is one single being in the universe you will willingly do anything for.” He pointed behind Loki. “Your adoptive parents, your adopted brother, sure, you’ll do stuff for them, when it suits. You used to be far more compliant, but then you grew up and realised your brother mattered more. You killed your biological father but her…you would do anything for her, wouldn’t you?” “No.” Both answered immediately.

Mobius looked at them both as sat back slightly before pointing to Loki. “He’s the better liar.” “I told him not to do anything stupid and he thwarted that coronation and literally did the most stupid thing possible letting go at the Bifrost, so no, he would not do anything for me.” She glared over at Loki who looked at the table shamefully.

“Yes, there’s enough time for domestic arguments at a later point, but we really need to get started on this.” Mobius focused on the matter at hand again.

“Wait, isn’t bringing her here altering the timeline even more so?” Loki pointed out. “I feel as though there’s a significant case of double-standards going on here.”

“It’s not really affecting the timeline because the timeline is already altered,” Mobius explained boredly.

“How could it possibly not be affecting the timeline when having her being here instead of being where she would actually be is affecting the timeline?” “Because she is integral to getting you to fix the timeline,” Mobius argued. “But she was doing something when you took her, now that is not going to get done and that affects the timeline.” Loki countered.

“We need her here to get you to say yes so you fix the timeline you broke, ergo, she fits this timeline.”

“Wait, I am here because Loki broke a timeline so to fix the timeline he broke, we have to break the one I was in?” She clarified.

“I didn’t break it,” Loki explained. “Thor and his Midgardian friends went back in time because they wanted to change the future but I touched something I was not supposed to touch while they were doing that because their attempts to get it went awry because they are idiots, so technically, they broke the timeline and I am being forced to fix it because it apparently my touching the Tesseract goes against TVA rules but them going back in time and altering the whole future does not.”

“By breaking the timeline I was on, which in itself is a breach of these rules?” She asked in disbelief.

“Exactly,” Loki confirmed.

“No,” Mobius stated a mere nanosecond after.

“It seems like it to me.” She looked at Loki for confirmation. “Me too.” Loki concurred.

“Well, it’s not.” Both looked at Mobius sceptically. “So, you help us and everyone is happy.” Mobius clapped his hands together. “So, let’s get you started as an agent.” Mobius pressed a button and Loki fell through a portal in the floor. Mobius rose to his feet and straightened his jacket boredly. “These men will bring you to the guest rooms.” “I think I rather do something while I wait.” “I don’t think so.” “I wasn’t asking.” She gave a smile that said she would not be dissuaded. “This is a big place, I am sure you can find somewhere for me and good luck trying to control him.” She laughed before walking out of the room.

Mobius sighed. “I immediately regret this decision.” He rose to his feet and went into the elevator. After a few minutes, the doors opened to show Loki looking at him in a shirt, tie, jacket and pants. “That better?”

“It will suffice.” Loki walked in and stood next to him.

Mobius remained looking forward as the elevator moved again. “I just need to grab a few things, and we will begin.”

Loki said nothing in response.

Mobius walked out of the elevator and the door remained open until his return a minute later, in entirely different attire and looking almost as though he had showered. He fiddled with his tie as he walked back in.

“I have to say,” Loki stepped towards him and centred his tie as he spoke. “I think it’s adorable that you think you can manipulate me. I am ten steps ahead of you.” “Is that right?” Mobius barely had a hint of curiosity in his voice. “Oh, it is.” Loki sneered. “Nor can she. Though, I am curious, where is she?” “Gone to dictate to whoever is stuck dealing with her.” Mobius looked straight ahead. “She will be fine.” “She had better, or else,” Loki snarled. “Or else what?” Mobius glanced sideways, no emotion in his voice.

“Or else I am going to burn this place to the ground,” Loki swore with a smile.

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raikangaru · 4 years

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Less Frustrated - Zuko x Reader

Warnings: explicit content (smut)

one shot

“How can you be so stupid?”,The black haired teen yells at his crew, throwing fire punches in their direction.”Zuko, I think that’s enough.”I say to the hot-headed male,”If I don’t tell them, how will I catch the Avatar!”he snaps at me, I angrily sip my tea and huff in annoyance,”She’s right, Zuko that’s enough. What’s done is done!”General Iroh speaks softly as he too sips his tea. Zuko storms off inside the ship quarters,”I hope one day my nephew will understand,”General Iroh sighs and continues to sip his tea. I finish up my tea and bid my good nights to General Iroh and some crew members that are patrolling, I slip into my room and change into my nightgown. It had been an eventful day we had gotten a tip about the Avatar but of course things did not happen in our favour which ended up with the Avatar flying away in his sky bison. It was no surprise that Zuko would be livid, the Avatar was literally in his grasp but a small fuck up messed it all up hence the fuming Fire Prince. I sighed and continued to undo the tight bindings on my hair, I cleaned the rest of the light make up I had on then I was ready for bed.

I slide into my bed, sinking in to the silk sheets making myself comfortable, my mind thinks back to the events of today. Zuko had never been this frustrated to the point of snapping at me, it irked me so much. I did my best and I guess it wasn’t to his liking, I sigh in frustration and shut my eyes hoping to drift off into slumber.

I jolt awake from my sleep, loud yelling and banging sounds from outside my door. My heart loudly beats, I quickly shuffle out of bed and slipping on a robe over my nightgown. I swing the door open, the soldiers were running and preparing themselves for whatever is on the deck. “What’s going on?”I stop one of the soldiers, he looks at me with his eyes wide,”Admiral Zhao has invaded our ship, Prince Zuko is facing him now,”I grit my teeth, that fucking scum, what is he doing here this is only gonna put Zuko in a worse mood. I nod my head and follow him out to the deck of the ship, before me Zuko and Zhao were having a stare down, Zhao shifts his gaze to me,”Lady (your name), so this is where you ran off,”his voice irritating me. “Why does it matter Zhao?”venom laces my words as I walk to stand behind Zuko,”it’s Admiral Zhao”,he corrects me.

“This is between you and me, keep (your name) out of this”,Zuko spits out, he was beyond furious, Zuko pushes me to stand back and I comply, the whole mood of the ship was tense, “hmm, I challenge you in an Agni Kai ‘Prince Zuko’! If I win I get to keep your ship, your crew, dear poor uncle and your pretty little girlfriend.”Zhao eyes me up and down, a disgusted shiver rolls down my spine and I grit my teeth even more. “Zuko, you don’t have to do this,”I hold his arm, tugging slighty to have him look at me,”no I refuse to have him treat me this way, I will finish this once and for all,”his eyes burning with determination and frustration. I could only nod at him and take a seat where General Iroh has prepared his tea set, I watch as both men face each other in one of the highest forms of duelling. I grip my robe, I trust Zuko, he has grown and trained. He was certainly a worthy opponent now, Zhao throws the first flame, the Agni Kai has begun. Zuko dodges with ease before answering back with his own flames, the fight drags on none of them backing off from each other. It was clear that Zhao was becoming tired and his throws becoming reckless, Zuko had noticed and took advantage of it, he quickly sweeps his leg knocking Zhao on the ground.

“Stand down, Zhao. It’s over,”Zuko crushes the chest of Zhao but before Zhao could say anything one of his men throws a fire punch at Zuko, on instinct I bend my own fire setting the man on fire and all of a sudden a smoke bomb was thrown. I cough out, my lungs feeling heavy, once the smoke clears, Zhao and his crew were gone, they had planned this. Zuko yells in frustration, fire coming out from his mouth and hands, he continues to throw a fit,”Zuko, stop!”I yell out to him, he was getting out of hand, he began to fight his own crew. He turns to me, eyes furious, his frame tower overs me and he grabs me roughly, his grip tight on my arm. “Zuko,”I whimper out, he doesn’t acknowledge me he just drags me below deck and pushes open a door.

I was inside his bedroom, he slams his door shut backing me up until the back of my knees of my meets the bed. “Zuko, whats gotten into you?”his eyes were a significantly darker shade of ember,”just shut up (your name), a lot of things has gone wrong today. Just be a good girl and listen to me,”he rids me of my outer robes leaving me in just my thin nightgown, he slips his hand behind my neck slightly pulling my hair, he leans my head up until our lips barely touch each other,”Zuko,”I moan as his wedges his knee between my legs grazing my pussy. He bites my bottom lip, pulling it to suck on it, he grips my head tighter as he connects our lips, he groans into our kiss. He pushes me so I’m sitting on the edge of his bed, he strips off his armour and begins to rid of his regular clothing, in one swift movement he was naked before me in all his glory. My face became flush, he was well defined, I resisted my urge to run my hands down his chest to his abdomen, too his sweet v-line and to his thick aroused length. He grips my hair again, bringing me closer to his hard shaft, he hints me to take his shaft, I hesistantly hold him moving my hand up and down his, I look up at him through my lashes and poke my tongue out licking his tip before I take in his length in my mouth.

He pushes my head, taking his length deeper, he hits the back of my throat triggering my gag reflex but he continues the up and down motion, he roughly pulls me off him saliva between me and his shaft. “Lay on the bed,”his voice was deep and demanding, I comply and lay myself on his bed, he gets on top of me straddling my waist, “this was my favourite,” with his slender fingers he burns the straps to my nightgown giving him access to my collarbones, he wastes no time and attaches his lip to it. Biting down slighty and sucking on the now tender skin, moans escape my lips the feeling heating up my sex even more. “I’ll get you some more,”he continues to burn the rest of my clothes, leaving me bare infront of him, a wide blush tints my cheeks that I had to turn away, “look at me (your name), I want to see you writhe under me,”he leans his body over me, placing his weight on his forearm. His hand finds on my erect nipple and the other finds its way between my legs, pressing it against my wet pussy, he moves his fingers in figure eights adding pressure whenever his hits my clit,”Zuko please,”I moan and grip the sheets. He slides his fingers inside me, pumping them and occasionally curling his finger, he removes his fingers and uses my wetness to lube his shaft.

“So wet for me,”he rubs my clit before sliding his full length inside me,”Zuko, so deep,”I moan out digging my nails on his forearms, he moves his hips slowly in teasing like manner, I whimper to him begging with my eyes. “Say it out loud (your name), I don’t know what you want,”he smirks at me, playfully biting down on my nipple, for sure to leave marks,”Zuko, I want you fuck me harder,”I cry out as he slams his hips against mine, hitting me deeper. I gasp as he moves his hand to rub roughly on my clit, a familiar knot forms and I know I’m about to cum, “Zuko I’m close,”I had barely whispered out, the sound of our hips clashing together echoes in his room, he pinches my nipple and it sends me over the edge, I clench around him before releasing my juices all over his shaft.

“Ohh Zuko!”a couple to sloppy thrusts and he cums undone inside me, “(your name), you feel so good.”warming up my insides. He rolls over to my side before pulling me in a sticky cuddle, my body feeling exhausted and a yawn racks my body, my lower regions sore along with my neck for sure covered in blue and black marks.

“You better be feeling less frustrated now”

m a s t e r l i s t

hey! hope this makes up for my absence, i’m still debating whether i am committed enough to write a whole story, i am currently in the middle of my semester and i’m trying to learn to speak japanese. anyways enough rambling, please leave a like if you enjoyed it, shoot me an ask / dm if you have any comments and suggestions, have a great day!

all the love xx

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wolfpawn · 3 years

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Threats and Collateral

Based on a request sent to me from an Anon - One shot ideas (if this is cool, please, thank you): how about Loki's reaction to his SO being brought in to the TVA as a way to control him?

Rating - General.

Note - copious stills and gifs from the Loki Trailers and a lot of lifted dialogue from there too. If anyone has other requests do not hesitate to ask :)

“Follow me.”

“I am Mobius M Mobius and you, are Loki.”

“You heard of me, I’m honoured?” Loki eyed him carefully.

“Do you know where I am taking you?”

“You’re taking me somewhere to kill me.”

“No, I’m taking you some place to talk.”

“Well, I don’t like to talk.”

“But you do like to lie, which you just did. Because we both know you love to talk. Talkie talkie.”

Loki eyed the man with utter disgust at the juvenile and irritating manner in which he spoke.

The elevator came to a halt and the doors opened, bringing the two men to a room bare of all objects bar a table, two chairs on opposite sides of it and some stationary equipment.

Mobius indicated for Loki to sit at one side while he sat on the opposite side. “This is the TVA.”

“Okay.” “What do you want from me?”

“We need your unique Loki perspective.”

“I don’t believe you.” Loki shook his head slightly. “I don’t think you believe anyone. This Loki variant needs to be fixed.”

“But why is it the Loki variant when those misfit Midgardians clearly are the ones that altered time. How was I supposed to know that what I did was altering time when they were the ones altering it?” Loki pointed out. “The breaking of reality was not my doing, but theirs, have them fix it.” “But you don’t want us to do that, not really. Because if we did that, you would have to be imprisoned indefinitely as you are not the true timeline Loki and you know that you will face a less than pleasant end soon. But if you help us, you get to use all these traits you love so dearly to actually do something and not be destroyed. “ “What happens if I help you and fix all of this, let me guess, you’ll imprison me then?” “No, then you will be offered to stay here and work for us and fix mess after mess for...well, who knows how long. Time works a little differently here.”

“So, I help you, I‘m free to work for you, I don’t help you, I sit in uncomfortable clothes waiting to die of old age, which, if I am correct, may never actually happen here?” Loki checked.

At first, Loki did not care enough to turn around. He suspected it was either someone to forcibly get him to comply, in which case, the ignoring served its purpose of not acknowledging such or it was guards to bring him to holding once more or to his new prison cell, which again, he did not care to acknowledge. But then, he felt the urge to look, especially when he sensed someone looking at him. When he turned, his eyes widened. “What?” He tried to rise from his seat but was pushed back down by a guard that seemed to just appear beside him. He glared angrily at Mobius. “How?” “We knew there was a high probability you would say no, we really needed you to say yes, so we brought a little incentive here for you,” Mobius explained. “I have studied practically every moment of your life. There is one single being in the universe you will willingly do anything for.” He pointed behind Loki. “Your adoptive parents, your adopted brother, sure, you’ll do stuff for them, when it suits. You used to be far more compliant, but then you grew up and realised your brother mattered more. You killed your biological father but her...you would do anything for her, wouldn’t you?” “No.” Both answered immediately.

“Yes, there’s enough time for domestic arguments at a later point, but we really need to get started on this.” Mobius focused on the matter at hand again.

“Wait, isn’t bringing her here altering the timeline even more so?” Loki pointed out. “I feel as though there’s a significant case of double-standards going on here.”

“It’s not really affecting the timeline because the timeline is already altered,” Mobius explained boredly.

“We need her here to get you to say yes so you fix the timeline you broke, ergo, she fits this timeline.”

“Wait, I am here because Loki broke a timeline so to fix the timeline he broke, we have to break the one I was in?” She clarified.

“By breaking the timeline I was on, which in itself is a breach of these rules?” She asked in disbelief.

“Exactly,” Loki confirmed.

“No,” Mobius stated a mere nanosecond after.

“It seems like it to me.” She looked at Loki for confirmation. “Me too.” Loki concurred.

“It will suffice.” Loki walked in and stood next to him.

Mobius remained looking forward as the elevator moved again. “I just need to grab a few things, and we will begin.”

Loki said nothing in response.

Mobius walked out of the elevator and the door remained open until his return a minute later, entirely in different attire and looking almost as though he had showered. He fiddled with his tie as he walked back in.

“Or else I am going to burn this place to the ground,” Loki swore with a smile.

#Loki fic #Wolfpawn #Threats and Collateral #One shot Loki

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bamon4bamily · 4 years

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TVD 9x16 - What happens in Vegas... (part 1 of part 1) Enjoy!

Cut to - The Salvatore mansion family room, present day. Damon is watching Bonnie sleep. She wakes up slowly…

BONNIE: Ian?

DAMON: Ian? Who the heck is Ian? And tell me where he is, so I can kick his ass!

BONNIE: (Smiles) Sorry, had the craziest dream… And your name was Ian, for some screwed up reason…

DAMON: Oh, okay… then Ian is cool in my book! (Smirks and gives her a kiss).

BONNIE: What time is it?

DAMON: Almost 3pm…

BONNIE: What! Oh my god! I had to be at the airport an hour ago to meet Elena! Shit! Shit!

DAMON: Uhm… Bon… don’t you remember?

BONNIE: Remember what?

DAMON: About Elena…

BONNIE: What about Elena?

DAMON: Her flight got canceled; she got another one straight to Vegas. You don’t remember?

BONNIE: I do, I do… Told you, strange dream… I’m still a bit drowsy.

DAMON: Well, she won’t be able to help you bring all that “bachelorette” stuff. But the bachelor boys are heading the same way; I’m sure we can fit some of it; just promise me there’s nothing illegal in those bags.

BONNIE: (Mischievous smile) I can’t promise you that…

Cut to – Two days later, somewhere in the middle of the Mojave desert. Damon, who looks like hell, is dialing on his cell. Behind him, a crashed police car with Alaric, Iker, and Kai inside; also looking like crap. They are wearing nothing but their underwear.

DAMON: Care, it’s Damon… Listen ...The bachelor party got a little crazy and, well...we lost Stefan.

BONNIE: Uhm…think we might have a problem of our own…

DAMON: Bon?

BONNIE: It’s me, I think… Anyway; the bachelorette got a little crazy too, and, well… we lost Caroline.

Cut to – A couple of hours earlier. A Sky Villa at the Palms Casino Resort.

Damon wakes up confused, he is lying on the bathroom floor, drool coming out of his mouth, brain drilling headache. His vision is blurry, but he manages to recognize a familiar face, lying inside an empty bathtub, completely passed out. The familiar face is Kai, dressed in what seems to be a ballerina tutu.

He stares at him for a minute, wondering why he is there… not in the bathtub, but in Vegas; he hadn’t been invited. Oh well, he’ll figure it out later. For now, he needs to do an overall casualty assessment. He gets up slowly, holding on to whatever is at hand. He eventually gains the balance to find his way out of the bathroom, and into the living room. The place is a war zone, the hotel bill won’t be cheap! Amongst the debris of the previous night, he searches for other survivors…

Soon enough he finds Alaric, also passed out, half of his body hanging over the piano, which, to Damon’s surprise, a monkey seems to be playing.

DAMON: What the… (shushes the monkey away from the piano, shakes Alaric to wake him up, no response… He hears a sound coming from a mount of sofa cushions and clothes; someone is under there… it’s Iker, who slowly fights his way out).

IKER: (Looking messed up and disoriented) Hey, man… (looks around, grabs his head) What the hell happened last night?

DAMON: Beats me… I can barely remember my own name…

(Alaric wakes up suddenly, holding his hands up in a cheer).

ALARIC: Jackpot, bitches!!!!!!!!!!! (He realizes he has no idea where he is, or making any sense). Hey, guys… where am I? What are we doing here?

DAMON: (Sarcastic) Oh, boy… I have a feeling this is gonna be fun!

(Kai walks out of the bathroom, passes them by, but apparently doesn’t notice they are there, and goes into the master bedroom, throws himself on the bed. Just as he gets comfy, he realizes something is very wrong…

There is an elephant in the room; literally. Jumps up, screams like a little girl, runs out of the room and shuts the door).

KAI: Holy shit! There’s an elephant in the room!

DAMON: I’d say you’re right, stalker boy. What the hell are you doing here?

KAI: … I have no idea, but I swear, there is an elephant in that room!

DAMON: Are you sure it isn’t Stefan? He can look pretty scary in the morning…

(Goes to check it out, vamps back about a second later) Nop, that ain’t Stefan… and there is definitely an elephant in the room... (takes a drink).

ALARIC: So, where is Stefan? And, why the hell is he (referring to Kai) here!

DAMON: Ric, I think we have more important things to focus on right now… Like, for example, there is a freakin elephant in the room! It’s a baby elephant, yes, but still, a freaking elephant! Those things are dangerous! Oh, and I’m pretty sure there’s also a loose monkey somewhere around here! What the hell did we do last night? Rob a zoo?!

IKER: The only thing I have a vague memory of, is a steakhouse, a casino… a strip joint?

KAI: That pretty much describes all of Las Vegas, so, not a lot to go on.

DAMON: Okay, okay, I’m sure we can figure this out.

ALARIC: Let’s just find Stefan and get the hell out of here, before they put us in jail.

DAMON: Fine. Shouldn’t take too long. Ric and I will check every corner of the villa. Iker, you and psycho boy check around the hotel… restaurant, pool area, casino, etc.

IKER: (To Kai) Think you can keep up, princess?

KAI: (He hadn’t noticed he was wearing a tutu until this moment; he looks at Damon) This was definitely your doing! (Takes the tutu off).

DAMON: (Sarcastic smirk) Probably… Okay, let’s move.

(They search everywhere, Stefan is nowhere to be found. They teamback at the villa).

ALARIC: Well, we’ve searched everywhere, he’s not here. (Sarcastic) This is great! The wedding is tomorrow, our plane leaves in a couple of hours, and we are missing the groom...

We should call Caroline, maybe he ditched us and joined the girl’s party.

DAMON: And if he didn’t?

ALARIC: They can help us find him.

DAMON: Did you get brain damage last night?!

No way we are calling Caroline! I’d like to live a long and happy life with my Bon-Bon, so, not an option! Just chill, we’ll find him. He couldn’t have gone that far… it’s Stefan, he’s probably hunting bunnies. All we have to do is retrace our steps from last night, and we’ll find him.

ALARIC: The main issue being… none of us seem to remember anything about last night!

KAI: (Coming from another part of the room) Okay, I just called reception, they assure there is no Stefan Salvatore at any of the area hospitals, morgues, or police stations…

DAMON: No shit, Sherlock, he is a vampire! Of course he wouldn’t be in any of those places…

IKER: Wait… a police car… I remember we were in a police car!

DAMON: Ooh, that can’t be good…

KAI: Oh, oh, oh, no, no, no… (looks at his hand) This can’t be good either (shows them a very tacky ring).

DAMON: Come on, that’s just your daylight ring.

KAI: No, no… I don’t need a ring for that… which means this is … (takes the ring off, sees it’s engraved) most definitely a wedding ring!

ALARIC: Who the hell would be crazy enough to marry you?!!

IKER: (Cracking up) Shit, this too funny…

DAMON: (Takes the ring from Kai, reads the inscription) “To my knight in shining armour, from your damsel in distress” - Cupid’s Wedding Chapel. Well, boys, I believe we have a lead…

We need to go to this chapel, ask them if they remember us; and if Stefan was with us.

KAI: And who the hell I married!

DAMON: (Sarcastically) Oh, I’m sure she’s a lovely gal.

ALARIC: I’ll get us an uber…

Cut to – Cupid’s Wedding Chapel.

As soon as they walk in, the receptionist recognizes them.

RECEPTIONIST: Oh, shit! You guys are back!? Please, just no stealing the “King’s” costume this time!

DAMON: You remember us?

RECEPTIONIST: Of course I remember you! You guys are crazy! Specially you, damsel (winks at Kai). Where are the other three?

ALARIC: What other three? We are only missing one…

RECEPTIONIST: Uhm, no you aren’t; there were seven of you. You four… the wolf man, the cop, and the handsome hero hair guy.

DAMON: So Stefan was here with us, that’s a start!

ALARIC: And, apparently, Matt and Tyler too… So, not only did we lose the groom, we managed to loose two members of the wedding party. (Sarcastic) Fantastic!

KAI: Listen, I really need you to tell me who I married last night...

RECEPTIONIST: Sure, you married Whitney Houston; you lucky bastard!

KAI: What!? I mean, I love me some Whitney, but, really? She married me?

RECEPTIONIST: (Looking confused, and a bit sorry for him)

Well, an impersonator, obviously. The real Whitney has been dead for a while. Boy, your hang-over must really be screwing with you.

IKER: Don’t these places usually offer packages? Like photo albums and stuff…

RECEPTIONIST: We sure do.

IKER: Did we, or he (referring to Kai), buy any?

RECEPTIONIST: The whole nine yards. I thought that’s why you guys came back. (Takes out a box of wedding souvenirs and a photo album) Look… mugs, crystal balls, pins, key chains…

DAMON: Let’s go straight for the album… (They go through the photos. Some are “somewhat” normal...

Others, go along these lines… Kai, dressed as a ballerina, and the bride dressed as a noble knight. Stefan, wearing an Elvis outfit, mastering every single one of his iconic poses. Iker and Damon playing catch with the bride’s bouquet. Alaric, sneaking about, in full Indiana Jones mission. Matt, riding an inflatable unicorn, role-playing to be the Lone Ranger. Tyler, on all fours, howling).

DAMON: (Terrified at the pics they just saw) Oh god… I don’t even want to know...

ALARIC: (Sharing the sentiment) Oh, fuck no... apparently, I was the one to walk Kai down the aisle… Those pictures really need to be destroyed….

RECEPTIONIST: I’m telling you… you guys are totally insane!

ALARIC: You don’t happen to know where we were heading when we left here, do you?

RECEPTIONIST: No. But you did mention something about settling a debt; getting Britney Spears back for something…

ALARIC: Britney Spears?

RECEPTIONIST: Yep; the hero hair guy kept going on and on, about her owing him big time; and that he was going to collect… And you (referring to Damon) kept saying “It’s Britney, bitch!” That’s all I got, hope it helps. (Alaric looks at Damon to see if he remembers anything from hearing that …)

DAMON: Sorry, man, I’m at a blank…

IKER: Wait… I think I’m getting a flashback… of you (referring to Damon), strip dancing to “Gimme More”?

DAMON: No… I’d never strip dance to that! Britney Spears? Nice try, but nop.

KAI: Oh, come on, everyone loves Britney!

ALARIC: I think I remember that… God, please, take that image out of my head! Of all things, that’s what you chose for me to remember?! Have some mercy!

DAMON: If I did… I probably rocked it (winks and smirks).

IKER: Okay, I’m definitely gonna need therapy after this trip.

ALARIC: Well, we got all the information we are going to get from this place; and I don’t think I want to find out more. So, what’s next?

DAMON: I say we pay Miss Spears a visit…

ALARIC: First, no one would ever let us be less than 300 feet from her. Second, that’s ridiculous; she is obviously not involved, aside from you stripping to her songs. What we need to find is that strip joint we apparently went to after, or before, this place.

IKER: (Who has stumbled upon a box of matches in his pocket) Maybe this can help… (shows them a very tacky match box, which reads: Mystic Divas.

Cut to – Mystic Divas strip joint. The place, given the hour, is obviously closed. Just as they are about to leave, a woman, wearing Whitney’s “Queen of the Night” outfit, spots them as they are about to leave.

LADY: My princess! (Runs to hug Kai and kisses him) Why you bail on me last night?! Thought we were having fun!

KAI: Uhm… I’m guessing you are, my knight in shining armour?

LADY: Sure am! Till death do us part… (Sees Kai’s terrified face and laughs) Don’t worry, it was only pretend, honey, nothing permanent. We were both really drunk and thought it would be fun.

DAMON: (Sarcastic) Aw…what a love story! (To the lady) Sweetheart, you think you can help us put some dots together?

LADY: I can, but there is no way I’m letting you on my stage again. And, don’t call me sweetheart.

ALARIC: So, we were here last night?

LADY: Physically, yes. But I’m not sure any other part came along. Y’all were completely wasted.

IKER: All, meaning us four; or were there more?

LADY: Shit! You really don’t remember anything?

DAMON: (Trying to avoid the whole Britney strip thing) Nop!

LADY: Well… you were all here; plus the other three dudes.

ALARIC: I’m assuming that was before “the wedding”?

LADY: Yes. This is where (looks at Kai) we fell in love. But we came back here after the reception. Well, only me, my hubby; you fine looking thang (referring to Iker), and you, the ultimate party pooper (referring to Alaric). Don’t know where the rest of you went. All I know, is that my princess here, pulled a runaway bride after he got a call, and you two (referring to Iker and Alaric), left along with him.

ALARIC: Do you know around what time that was?

LADY: I’d say three-ish? Anyway, I have to go (kisses Kai on the cheek) It was lovely being your wife for the night. Good luck boys! (Leaves).

IKER: Not bad, psycho boy, she’s hot!

KAI: (Proud smirk) Totally hot!

ALARIC: Kinda reminded me of…

DAMON: (Before Ric says the name, he knows he’s going to say, he changes the conversation) Kai, check your phone…

KAI: (Rubbing it in his face) What... she remind oyu of someone, Damon?

DAMON: Please, you wish!

Now, check your freaking phone!

KAI: Fine, fine… (looks at his received calls; sure enough he has an inbound call, from an unknown number, at 3:13 am) Well… Yep; I received a call, clueless about the caller, but seems like we had a lot to talk about, call lasted 20 minutes…

DAMON: (Sarcastic) Gee, I wonder how we can find out who the mystery caller is?

KAI: We could try to hack into the local police system, they have a huge database. Except, we’ll need a computer, preferably a stolen one so it’s untraceable…

IKER: (Also sarcastic) Or, maybe just call the number?

KAI: Of course I was gonna do that first! I was just thinking ahead, in case we get no answer. Amateurs!

(Calls the number…) What a surprise… no answer! Oh, wait… (someone answers: Rawson Neal Psychiatric Hospital, how can I help you? Hangs-up immediately).

DAMON: So, who was it?! Why did you hang up!!

KAI: Ooh, I’m getting a bad feeling…

ALARIC: Give me that (takes the phone from his hand, calls the number… Rawson Neal Psychiatric Hospital, how can I help you? Hangs-up immediately) Shit…

DAMON: So, who the hell was it?!

ALARIC: Not who, but what…

DAMON: Ric, I’m too hung-over to be playing guessing games.

ALARIC: Does anyone remember anything about a psychiatric hospital?

DAMON: Now, that’s definitely a place Stefan could be at…

KAI: Specially if he was found hunting bunnies…

DAMON: Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go one flew over the cuckoo’s nest…

ALARIC: I’ll get us another uber…

IKER: Wait…

Uber! Of course! I can’t believe we didn’t think of that! Everyone, check your phones for any trips we took last night.

DAMON: Duh! Man, we are really out of it! (They check their phones…) Well, I have one at 5:30, from the hotel to the Andiamo Italian Steakhouse, downtown. And another one at 7:40, from the steakhouse to the Bellagio… That’s it.

IKER: I have one, from the Bellagio to Mystic Divas at 1:06am.

KAI: As for me, one, at 3:33am, from Mystic Divas to the Rawson Neal Psychiatric Hospital…

ALARIC: I don’t have any from last night.

DAMON: Okay, so far, our best bet at finding Stefan is at that psych hospital. Let’s move.

TVD 9x16 (part 2 of part 1) coming very soon! Hope you stop by, read, and enjoy! =)

P.S Had to split it into more parts otherwise it would be too long for one post per part.

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commanderbensolo · 4 years

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I Don’t Want To Lose You

Here is the fic that I posted recently on my ao3. On my ao3 it was split into two parts, but here it is just one whole oneshot. If you guys have any requests please don’t hesitate to ask.

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Warning: Some strong language (and by that I mean a few words), mentions of abuse by very minimal

Y/N stood there in the cockpit, blinking slightly as the harsh blue tones of hyperspace slowed down in front of you until all you could see was the Supremacy in front of you. Turning towards the back of the ship, you walked slowly to where the rooms were situated on board, knowing full well that Kylo had passed out as soon as you entered hyperspace. "Kylo?" You asked softly, knocking on the door so as not to startle him. Not getting a response, you knocked again, a little harder this time, and you heard a groan from within the room. Taking this as a cue to come in, you pressed the button by the side of the door and watched as it slid open with a slight hiss. As you peered inside the room, you noticed that Kylo had discarded his cape, gloves, shirt and boots at the side of the room, and was now lying face down on the bed wearing just trousers. Seeing that he was shirtless, you blushed a little, feeling like you had invaded his private space. I've seen him shirtless before, what's the big deal? You thought to yourself, annoyed that the man in front of you could have such an overwhelming and dizzying effect on you just by taking his shirt off. "Hey, Y/N?" Kylo grunted from being face down into the pillows. You gathered yourself quickly. "Y-yeah?" You said, cursing yourself for stuttering, and hoping he didn't notice. "Your thoughts are terribly loud you know." He looked up at you as he said those words, and you swore you could see a hint of a blush on his cheeks while he smirked at you. You cursed yourself again, this time for letting your mental shields down so he could have a peek inside your mind. You could yourself blushing, and willed yourself to stop, knowing that would give him even more of a reason to look like the cat got the cream. "I actually just came to tell you that we came out of hyperspace like 5 minutes ago, so get prepared for an ass-whipping from Snoke." You said with a smirk, and he rolled his eyes and groaned as he face-planted the bed once more. You heard him say something, but since his face (read here: handsome as hell face) was buried in layers and layers of quilts, you couldn't hear what he said for the life of you. "I'm sorry, what was that?" You say with a smirk, a teasing lilt to your voice knowing full well that it was a complaint of some sort about what Snoke was going to say. " I said..." He replied as he pulled himself upwards with a grunt into a sitting position, "that this is kriff. We succeeded this time, so he literally has nothing to complain about."

"Well, you know Snoke. Apparently something could always be done better. I don't see how Hux can get away with being such an ass with him, to be honest." You hear a chuckle escape his lips, and look at him, raising an eyebrow. "What?" You question, as he stands up and begins to redress. "I think Snoke probably keeps him around and in one piece for entertainment purposes, you know. I mean, the arguments between you two are honestly hilarious." You gasp at him in mock offence and reach up to flick his forehead. "I take offence to that Kylo Ren! You know full well that the arguments are not meant to be funny."

"But they kinda are." You laugh at his words, replaying the many, many spats you've had with Hux in the past and instantly forcing yourself not to escape into peals of laughter. You didn't think either Snoke or Hux would like it if you landed in the hangar bay of the Supremacy and emerged from the Command Shuttle splitting your sides. A series of beeps come through your earpiece that's connecting to the ship's circuits and you turn towards the front of the ship, where the cockpit controls are alerting you that you've reached the Supremacy and that you've landed in the hangar bay. Turning back to see Kylo fully dressed and with his helmet on (possibly just so he could his bed head), you walked towards the side of the ship, where the loading ramp was, Kylo close behind you. Turning to him before the doors open as you land with a slight bump, you grasp his hand in a friendly way, your other hand on your saber at your side. "Ready?" You send through the Force Bond towards him, and you see him nod his head in response. Pressing the button near the ramp, it opened to reveal the usual chaos and turmoil of the hangar bay, a sight which comforted you due to being around it for so long. You both walked down the ramp with long and confident strides, meeting General Hux at the bottom, which was a common occurrence after a mission. Pulling down your hood, you looked at Hux as he disregarded Ren with the usual distaste that he always seemed to carry in his expression. "General Hux, a pleasure to see you." You say with a hint of sarcasm in your voice. Truth to be told, you didn't like this man at all. He was arrogant, aggravating, and always seemed to act like he knew best for everyone in the First Order when you knew for a fact that wasn't true. "Y/N, lovely to see you too. Supreme Leader Snoke requires your presence at 2000 hours, so don't be late." He says with a sneer, and you fight the urge to punch the infuriating man in the face. Sensing your anger, Kylo sent a wave of calming emotions through the Force to you, and as you felt them pass through your body you relaxed, grateful that Kylo was able to restrain you even though he shared the same opinions about Hux. "We won't be late Hux, now go about your day." You hear Kylo say through his modulator, and Hux just turns away and walks through the hangar entry doors, leaving you and Kylo at the bottom of the ramp. "Well, I'm gonna go shower and take a nap, meet you at 2000?" You say through the bond as you two begin walking. "Yes, I'll see you then. Are you going to have dinner beforehand or after?"

"I think I'll have it after, we don't know what Snoke has in store yet. I'd rather not end the night puking my guts up over my quarters because he decided that we weren't good enough, you know?" You feel a shudder of sorts through the bond, and you know that you're both reliving memories of seeing what Snoke put you both through over the years, especially when he had decided in his own warped view that you both had 'failed'. In the last couple of years, you had begun to doubt that he even knew what the word meant and whether he just used the term as an excuse to inflict punishment on you and Kylo instead. "Kylo, I won't let him hurt you, not again. I'm sorry I wasn't there last time."

"It's fine, it wasn't your fault. I was the one who let the scavenger get away." By the time, you've arrived at your quarters, which are just over the hall from Kylo's, and he finally takes his helmet off. "God I hate wearing that thing sometimes, it just gets so stuffy in there." You laugh lightly at his words, inputting your door code into the panel beside it, and turn around to see him doing the same. "Anyway, I'll see you in a bit, I suggest getting some more sleep because we're going to be shattered as kriff after the meeting. You know what he's like." You say with a roll of your eyes at the last part. He rolled his eyes in response with a smirk, mumbling a 'see you in a bit' as he stepped into his quarters. Doing the same, you put your lightsaber down on the coffee table in the middle of the lounge area, hanging up your cloak on your way to the bathroom. Taking your Y/C hair out its braid and shaking your hair loose, you pick out some more comfortable (but still appropriate) clothing and lay it on the bathroom counter before stripping out of your grimy combat clothes and boots and stepping into the hot shower. Turning around to grab your shampoo, you started wondering about what would happen at the meeting. Would Snoke be okay this time? Would he hurt Kylo again? Would he hurt both you and Kylo this time? The thought of Kylo being hurt in front of you made your stomach twist into apprehensive, worrying knots, knowing for a fact that even though Snoke demanded obedience, you wouldn't be able to just kneel there and see Kylo being tortured. Not Kylo, not the man you loved. You caught yourself on that last word, gasping to yourself sharply and muttering a 'fuck' as you knocked your head against the tiled wall. Love? Is it love, or just infatuation? Or am I just attracted to him physically? You cut yourself off during your ramble by scrubbing down your body and turning the shower off quickly, stepping out and drying yourself off with a towel and dressing in the clothes you had laying on the counter. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you quickly threw your wet hair up in a bun, deciding to let it air dry so you could have more time for sleep as you dragged your fatigued body to your bedroom, quickly setting an alarm on your datapad for 7:30 before deciding to face-plant the bed and falling asleep in a matter of seconds, knowing full well that you would be dragged from the sweet world of dreams far too soon.

"Y/N, I'm asking you once, and once only," Kylo said to you as you stood in Snoke's throneroom, the room flickering with fire and sparks every few minutes. His hand was outstretched, and you could see the scavenger girl (Rey, you think her name was, though you had no idea how you knew that) standing to the side, looking at Kylo as though trying to plead with him. "Kylo, what do you want to ask me?" His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as his panted, and you assumed (though you had no recollection) that a fight had just taken place. Looking around, you saw no sign of Snoke's Praetorian Guards clad in their scarlet armour, and when you looked over at the throne, you saw that Snoke's body had been cleaved in two, and was now no longer upon the throne. Instead of feeling horror at such a sight, you felt relief. The days of Snoke torturing and punishing you and Kylo were finally over, and you were finally free to do as you wanted. "Y/N... I want you to join me. We can rule together and bring order to the galaxy!" You looked at the tall, dark man in front of you, and instead of feeling apprehension and fear at his request, you felt joy and excitement. Rule together? Was this his version of admitting you were more than a friend to him? Was this his way of finally, finally, admitting he had feelings for you too? "Please don't do this Ben, please don't go this way." You heard Rey's voice cut through your train of thought, and with the mention of his old name, you made up at your mind. You stepped forward, and place your hand in his outstretched one, whilst your other hand came up to cup his face. "Yes, Kylo Ren, I will join you." With this, it was a split-second before his lips were crashing into yours, and suddenly you two were engaged into a heated, passionate kiss, bringing your arms up around his neck to grip at his hair whilst his arms found their way around your waist, holding you close to his body as he continued to kiss you. As you broke apart to breathe, you put your foreheads together and looked into his hazel eyes, and finally turning to face Rey, who was looking at you both partially scared and broken. She had been counted upon to bring Kylo back from the Dark side and to return as Ben Solo, and she had failed. "I suggest you start running scavenger if you want a chance of living at all." You say to her and you move into a fighting stance, your hand coming to rest on the saber at your belt. Suddenly, she thrust her hand out, Force-pulling the lightsaber that was in Kylo's hand towards her. Kylo, his reflexes being quicker than his senses, instantly raised his hand as well to bring it back, until the lightsaber stopped in mid-air between them and started to vibrate from the Force that was being exerted on it. Reaching your hand out also, you tried to use the Force to bring it towards you and Kylo, but Rey put in more effort. You sensed that she was untrained fully, having only spent a small amount of time with Luke Skywalker before returning to try and turn Kylo back towards the Light, but despite being untrained, she was undoubtedly strong, and she was being guided by her natural instincts within the Force. You let out a yell with the amount of energy you're exerting, and distantly you hear both Kylo and Rey utter sounds of the same kind until the lightsaber snaps in two and creates an explosion of energy so powerful it knocks you, Kylo and Rey backwards, where you pass out.

Bolting upright from your bed, you realise you're gasping for air and breathing heavily, you're skin covered in a thin sheen of cold sweat. You look at the clock on the far wall and realise it's 1900, an hour from when you have to meet with Snoke. You fall back down on your bed, feeling like you've just fought a battle and breathing heavily. You think back to the dream, and your eyes widen. As you continue to stare at the ceiling, you continue to think only one thought. What the actual fuck was that?

Throwing on her standard cape as well as ankle-high black boots, Y/N pressed a combination onto the control panel of her door to allow her to be let out and across the hall to Kylo's room. Before knocking, she sent a quick "I'm outside, you ready?" to Kylo, and when the grunt of a "Yes" was heard, you took that as an indication to input his code and let yourself in. Since you two were extremely close, you had decided years ago to give each other your room codes, as it was just easier for the both of you to let yourselves in than to wait for the other person to finish what they were doing. Basically, another explanation is that you two were extremely impatient.

Stepping into Kylo's quarters, your eyes are suddenly met with the sight of (yet again) shirtless Kylo. Your eyes grow as wide as dinner plates as you realise that you're also blushing, an act which has become much too common around Kylo in the past year. "Kylo, I swear you're doing this on purpose." You say in a scathing tone as you sit down on the plush leather black couch in the middle of his lounging quarters. Tugging on an undershirt (much to your dismay) as well as his normal padded tunic, you hear him chuckle as you close your eyes. "Doing what, Y/N?" You hear him say with a teasing lilt in his voice. You crack one eye open to shoot him a withering look, but the effect was not the same when you couldn't stop a smirk from creeping its way onto your face. "Never mind, let's just go. It'll be worse if we're late."

You stand up and Force-pull his lightsaber from the counter, throwing it to him before making your way over to where he was standing. "Hello." He says with a smile as he looks down at you. You feel your heart flutter with emotions you can't explain, and on sheer impulse, you wrap your arms around his neck as you stretch to give him a hug. He's surprised for a second, not expecting such an intimate action, but he soon reciprocates it, holding you tightly in his arms, almost as if he's afraid to let you go. "I'm really sorry Kylo." You mumble into his shirt, not minding that his lightsaber is sticking into your stomach harshly or that your toes hurt from standing upon them. "For what, Y/N?" He murmurs softly in your ear, and you can't help the shivers that run down your spine at the sound of his deep voice. "Just... everything. Every time I wasn't there for you. Every time I wasn't there to help you after you were hurt, either on the battlefield or by Snoke. I don't want to have to worry about the fact that I could end up coming back from an assignment and face never being able to see you again." All your words came out in a single breath, a little rushed and hasty, and a deep red glow made its way onto your cheeks. You could feel a soft chuckle vibrate through his chest, and you smiled into his tunic. "Y/N, you're not going to lose me, I promise." You look up into his hazel eyes and find yourself falling even deeper into the hole that you had made for yourself. Retracting your arms from around his neck, you lower yourself down, trying to control the rapid beating of your heart. Walking towards his door, you both enter into the corridor, making your way towards the elevator that would take you to Snoke.

Upon arriving, you put the elevator into emergency stop mode, and feel Kylo grasp your hand tightly. His helmet is currently in his arms, and his eyes were dilated. You could sense that he was nervous, you didn't need a Force connection with him to feel that, it was coming off him in thick waves, and you could tell he was desperately trying to calm down. "Kylo..." you whispered to him as he gripped your hand even tighter. "Kylo, it's going to be fine. I'm here now. I won't let him do anything to you. I promise." He looks at you with dilated pupils and quivering lips, and you grasp his hand firmly in order to calm his nerves, to show him that someone was there for him when he needed it most. And Force, you would always be there for him. "Now, we've gotta see him, unfortunately, so let's just get this meeting over with, and then we can go and crash in my quarters and watch one of those really old holonet cheesy series that you pretend not to love." He laughs at this, a clear sound despite what he was feeling, and you felt his emotions become more balanced and levelled. He squeezed your hand again, but this time it had a meaning behind it as you made the elevator come out of emergency stop mode. This time, it meant 'thank you'.

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Coming to kneel before the throne in the dark red room, you could see why Kylo was scared. Although you had met Snoke many times, he took special attentiveness and observation over Kylo, possibly because he was proven to be stronger with the Force due to his legacy. You could admit honestly that you were thankful for the reduced attention, but it pained you to think that Kylo was subjected to his disapproval and anger more often. That wasn't fair. "My apprentices, you have returned." He says in a slow and meaningful manner, something which was not common for Snoke and made your stomach flip. Something wasn't right here. "Yes, Supreme Leader, we have returned." You say calmly and clearly, lifting your head to look directly at him. "How was the mission?" He asked, yet another question that made you confused. Usually, he would just question whether you succeeded or not, not how it was or what happened. "Very good, Supreme Leader. No complications were met, traitors and other people of the same regard were taken care of, and we succeeded."

"Good, good. This is wonderful news, my apprentices. You have done well." You look up at him again from your kneeling position and murmur a 'thank you' before bowing your head again. "Before I dismiss you, my young apprentices, I have something I must ask of you both." You could feel Kylo let out a ripple of fear through your Force bond, careful to not let Snoke know, and in return, you sent a wave of calming memories towards him. The time you both decided to pilot a TIE Silencer, and you had decided to sit on Kylo's lap so that you could be in the same one. The time where you both were sent on your first mission together after becoming Knights Of Ren and getting drunk and just spending the night on the ship laughing and talking, learning more about each other before finally drifting off to sleep next to each other, firmly becoming best friends, not that you weren't already. You felt him smile, and send another 'thank you' through the Force, to which you responded with just a sense of serenity and peace, something that he needed when in times of turmoil and overwhelming emotions. "Yes, Supreme Leader, what is it?" You hear Kylo's modulated voice speak beside you, confident and clear. "I need you to find the scavenger girl and bring her to me, alive. She could be of great use to us in the future." You stiffen at the mention of her, thinking back to the dream you had experienced a little while ago. Determined not to let Snoke see what you had dreamt about, you put up your mental walls, blocking anyone (apart from Kylo) from seeing anything inside your mind. "Yes, Supreme Leader, we will see to it straight away." You hear Kylo say from beside you, and you're praying to the Maker and the Force that this is nearly over. Because something feels wrong. Something feels tense, and you were not keen to find out. "Very well, my apprentices. You are dismissed. If I gather any more information on this... girl, then I will send for you both at once." You both stand up hastily and walk towards the elevator so quickly you're surprised that Snoke doesn't call you back under suspicion.

Once inside the elevator, with the doors shut, you both breathe a heavy sigh of relief. "Well, that was oddly uneventful. Not that I'm complaining." You say to him, but then you notice something. He's trembling. "Kylo, what's wrong?" He breathes a heavy sigh before tears begin to well up in his eyes, making them sparkle and shine in the elevators harsh white light surrounding you both. "I'm just- FORCE!" He shouts as tears begin to make their way down his face, creating patterns on his pale skin that were both beautiful and heart-breaking. "Kylo, calm down. It's okay. You're okay." You say to him softly, holding him as he begins to sob silently, his head becoming buried in your shoulder. Out of instinct, your hand comes up to stroke the hair at the nape of his neck, and you hear him breathe a sigh and shudder of relief, in knowing that someone was there for him. That he wasn't alone.

"I'm just... I'm terrified." He admitted into your neck, and you become confused. You knew that he had a hard time processing emotions, unfortunately, that's kind of what happened when you had a mother who was more concerned with her job than her son and a father who wasn't able to stay in one place for a long time. But you had never felt this before. This was his emotions being sent into overdrive. "About what? Talk to me, Kylo. Please." You feel him take in a deep breath, and let it out slowly, hot air fanning your skin as he tried to calm down. He brings his head up to look at you directly, and you see something you've never seen before in his eyes, and it scares you because you don't know what it is. "I'm terrified of losing you." He says in a small voice, as though afraid to admit something like this, as though admitting his feelings were going to make a monster or something else that you couldn't bear to be around. "I'm terrified of losing you too. I told you that earlier." You say with a confused frown, knowing for a fact that there was something more beneath that simple phrase. "There's something else isn't there?" You ask him quietly, and you hear his breath hitch. "Don't make me say it, Y/N. Please don't make me say it. I don't want you to think any worse of me." He whispers to you. By this time, you've reached your quarter's floor, and you both step out.

"Right. Let's go to my quarters okay?" Seeing him nod in response, you grasp his arm with your hand and pull him over to your door, where you input the code and allow the door to slide open with a slight hiss. You pull him inside, instructing him to go and sit on the couch while you go freshen up. After locking yourself inside the bathroom, you take a couple of deep breaths before pulling out sleeping shorts and an old black t-shirt, whilst wearing knee-high socks. Pulling your hair of its bun, you brush it out quickly before returning to the lounging area, where Kylo was sat, cape and boots discarded and lay down on the couch with his eyes closed, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. You sit down next to him on the couch and take his hand in yours, his eyes fluttering open suddenly as he looks down at your entwined hands. "You wanna tell me what's going on inside that head of yours Ren?" You say to him softly. You feel his hands move to your waist and suddenly lift you up until you're straddling his hips. Blushing at the position, you realize it's so he can sit up and hold you while he talks, something he does when he's in need of comfort. It happens a lot on missions when he's not conked out from pure exhaustion. He closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath, as though steeling his nerves for something that he doesn't want to. "I need to tell you something, Y/N. But I need you to promise me something before I do so." You cock your head to the side, confused at to what he's asking, but nod your head in response. "I need you to promise that after I tell you this, you won't think any worse of me, nor will you leave."

Now, you know that to a lot of other people, saying that kind of thing would make them want to immediately do the opposite, but you know Kylo, and that he's only saying these things as a precaution, because on the inside, behind that terrifying Commander and Master of the Knight of Ren exterior, is a scared man who has seen way too many people abandon him because of who he is and what he's done. You know Kylo, and you would never leave him. No matter what happened. After repeating this sentiment to him, you see his shoulders visibly relax a fraction, though still tense. "I've been... feeling something unusual to me for quite some time, Y/N. It's scary, and I don't know what to do. But I don't want to keep you in the dark about it. You're my best friend, and I don't want to lose you because you felt I was keeping something from you, which I never would unless it was for your own safety. Hence, why I've kept this from you for so long." Taking another deep breath, he continues. "I'm just going to admit it outright because there's no other way I can do it really. Y/N, I think I'm falling in love with you, and I can't stop it. It's scaring me so much because I'm absolutely terrified that you won't feel the same towards me." His words are flooding out now, as though he's afraid that he's going to be stopped from saying them. "I really, really like you, Y/N. Even if you don't feel the same, I just wanted you to know how I feel. I can't keep it a secret anymore, and I refuse to." You realize that you've been holding in a breath since he started his expression of feelings, and you slowly let it out. You feel him tense beneath you, and you know he's thinking that you're going to bolt after what he just said. Grabbing his hands, you pull them around your waist and clasp them together at the small of your back, and your hands make your way around his neck as you bury your face in his neck. You feel him breathe a sigh of relief, and you reciprocate the action.

Lifting to look at him again, you bring your head down until your lips collide in a soft and sensual kiss. There's no effort or intention of deepening the kiss, it's just something that allows you two to feel closer than you ever have before. Pulling away, you say "Was that enough of an answer for you?" He chuckles at that and plants a small peck on your lips again. Bringing your head down to rest in the crook of his neck again, you both manoeuvre yourselves so you're laying down on the couch. You both lay there silently, just holding each other. Because even though there will be a war to fight tomorrow, and enemies to hunt down, and a million other things that could go wrong, you'll have each other. And that's something that you'll forever be grateful for.

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Hey y'all! So, while I'm working on Curious, I'm also going to be working on a series of Not Snape For Work fics taking place in the same au as Curious, but will be tagged as #Kurious.

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Curious is a Severus Snape x self-ship/x reader/x oc fanfiction. While it can be read as an x reader/x oc fanfiction, and I encourage y'all to do so, it is written first and foremost as a self indulgent fic for me. That being said, it tends to take inspiration from many aspects of my life, such as, but not limited to, my C-PTSD, my personal traumas, my personal Snape headcanons, my interests, etc. This is just a general warning for all chapters of Curious or Kurious, in case this would make any potential readers uncomfortable.

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Word Count: 2,123

Rating: E for explicit sexual content! Do not read/interact with if you are under 18, and I check every account that interacts with any of my posts.

Short Synopsis: Simone gets dressed with the help of our beloved Severus. This is a very subby sev with a much more dominant reader. Very heated and tender moments happen.

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Winter had always been your favourite season, but since moving to England, fall had replaced that spot in your heart. How it got to be so perfectly chilly. How you got to see the earth start it's slumber. How you actually got to layer your clothes for the chill.

Layering was always a habit of yours, just to regulate temperatures and help you feel safe. It gave you a sense of putting on armour. Literally placing protective charms on your clothes as you put them on, just to have a first line of defense. Your long skirts and slips bundling you up in a warm, comfortable pod, keeping you snug and cozy. Making you feel that safety you long for. But not many got to see the process. Severus, however, was one of those lucky few. One of the few you allowed to strip you of your armour, both literally and figuratively. But he'd yet to actually see you dress yourself.

After pulling an all-nighter of grading papers and potions with your help, you both decided to just stay the night in your cottage rather than have him worry about sleepy apparation nor making the trek up to the castle and then down to his quarters.

You always wake up early, seeing the sun not quite up just yet. Knowing that the night terrors and bad memories that often plauged your mind had led to you waking up long before anyone else once again. But it never failed to work you up, shaking as you sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. After calming down, you got up, deciding to start your day sooner rather than never. Going through the motions of bathroom basics, brushing your hair, teeth, among other things, you finally started the process of getting dressed. But you hadn't realized someone was watching you. That someone had been watching you since your shaky exit from the bed, longing to reach out and hold you, but feared upsetting you more than you already were.

You pulled out your outfit for the day, stacking your clothes in the order in which you needed. Stripping down, assuming you were still the only one awake, you started to get dressed. As you slipped on a fresh set of lace panties, you could feel eyes on you. Knowing they belonged to a certain potions master, you bit your lip as you thought, Might as well give him a show.

You grabbed the first layer of your outfit; a simple pair of black stockings. You slowly pulled on your black tights, up, up, up your body, feeling every curve get enveloped in a sheer blackness. You wiggled your plush ass and thighs into the tight fabric, hearing a sharp gasp from behind you as you pulled the stockings all the way up and into place. However, you didn't look over. You liked teasing him.

Pulling out the second layer, a garter belt, you slipped it on. You smoothed it out over your curves, pulling the garter clips and letting them smack back into place, hitting against the sheer inkiness of your backside. You hear a groan sound from behind you, and you finally look over your shoulder coyly. And it was a sight to behold.

His hair was still disheveled from sleep, his face flushed pink from the scene unfolding in front of him. He was taking deep breaths, slow and steady, but it was merely an act to control himself. But his eyes gave away everything. Oh god, his eyes. They were so intense, staring at every part of you, drinking in your form, the hazy glow of the birth of dawn just barely silhouetting your body. They were dark and beautiful and hungry. And you planned to give him the meal of a lifetime.

"You know, Severus," You purred, finally turning towards him fully, hands covering your nipples,

" People are usually much more excited to see me take off my clothes." You continued, seeing a swathe of red overtake his face and the tips of his ears. His head snapped up, meeting your gaze, and guilt was now added to the mix of emotions swirling around in his eyes. Now that won't do.

You let your breasts free, walking towards him with the rest of your layers in your arms, folding them just so so that they propped up your breasts. He seemed shocked, looking at you, to your breasts, then to anywhere but you. As you got closer to him, he made a motion as if to speak, but stopped when you bent close to his ear. You could feel him shiver from your breath on him.

"Would you like to help me?" You asked, pulling away to make eye contact with him. He seemed shocked, mouth open and gave you a weak nod.

"You'll need to speak up if you want to help."

He opened and closed his mouth a few times, but after gulping, he managed a shaky, "Y-yes."

"Yes, what?" You teased. God how you loved to tease him.

"Y-yes, I would like to help you dress." He said, looking away from you. You pulled his chin up with a free hand, grazing his neck not-so-accidently. His breath hitched as you gave him a smile and a kiss to the corner of his mouth, and pulled away to meet his eyes again.

"Thank you, Severus." You said lovingly. Straightening up, you placed your clothes onto his lap, caressing up his outer thigh as you did so, and smirking when he shuddered at your touch. Yes, teasing him was your absolute favourite thing to do.

Sliding onto the bed, you swiveled your legs to either side of him, propping yourself on your elbows as you laid back. He seemed really flustered now, looking at the clothes, red as can be.

"Socks would be next, Sev. They should be on top." You instructed, loving how you get him worked up like this.

"Ah, yes, let me just-" He started, hands hovering over your leg, as if unsure you if you actually wanted him to touch you or not. As if you ever wanted him not to touch you.

"You can touch me, Sev," you say, placing your right foot into his hovering hand," I won't bite. Yet."

His eyebrows shot up, but he simply shook his head, taking the sock and placing it onto your foot and slowly rolling it up your calf. He caressed your curves and looked at you, that love and hunger returning to his eyes, all guilt having vanished from them. Now that's much better.

After rolling your sock to your calf, he gives you the same treatment to your left leg, placing it down gently. As he does so, you raise yourself up to your knees, leaning over and holding onto his neck. Stradling him, you leaned into the crook of his neck and spoke against his skin.

"Well go on, Severus." You started to kiss him, lightly, only to nibble on his collar bone. He whimpered. Music to your ears.

"Finish what you started."

"R-right!" He barked, starting to roll up your socks completely, groping your soft thighs with happy abandon, moaning now and again when you kissed the rights spots along his neck here and there. He palmed your ass as he grabbed the garter clips kissing your shoulder lightly, lovingly, as he clipped your socks into place. You pulled back, resting yourself on his lap.

He rested his hands on your hips, just staring out you.

"Why did you wake up so early?" He asked nonchalantly, but softly, making sure you met his gaze.

Shit. I'm busted.

"Nightmares... it's normal for me. I'm sorry, I-" You start to ramble, starting pull away, to close up. You hated having to explain, to have to get so wrapped back up in those thoughts and images. To relive something that wasn't even real.

"Do you really think you need to explain nightmares to me, Simone?" Severus cut you off, pulling you back to him, in more ways than one. His sarcastic tone and smirk would've hurt anyone else, but you saw that worry in his eyes, clear as crystal. Worry for you.

"No, I suppose I don't, Severus." You met his gaze with an equally arched brow and sarcasm, but you hoped he could see the graditude in your eyes, see what his touch and his words mean to you. Looking into his eyes, you cupped his cheek and closed the space between you, kissing him as tenderly as you could. He kissed back with a hunger, deeping the tender kiss into something more passionate. You both broke the kiss for air, panting. You could feel he was as hot as you, but you weren't done with your teasing yet. It never gets old.

"My bra, Severus, next is my bra." You panted out, resting back onto his lap. He blinks at your words, still drunk off of the kiss. God, I love him.

"Hmm? Oh yes, yes..." He said, catching his breath as he picked up the black, lacey bra on top of the now crumpled pile of clothes. You moved the pile out of the way, eyeing the erection that tented his boxers. As he slipped the bra onto your shoulders he kissed at your breasts, burying himself inbetween them as he latched your bra into place, moaning as you freed his cock, grazing it lightly with your nails, precum already starting to flow.

Smearing it over his head with your thumb, you felt him inhale sharply against your tits. You gave him a few slow, tortuous pumps before pulling your hand away.

"S-simone, please-" Severus pleaded, thrusting up into the space where your hand was.

"My shirt, Sev. That comes next." You simply said, knowing he'd listen to your every word. He always did.

He quickly pulled out your button up, sliding it over your shoulders. He started buttoning your blouse, fumbling here and there, cursing them. Serves him right, you thought, for all the buttons I have to deal with.

After he gets half way through, you take his cock in your hand again, pumping and twisting your wrist oh so deliciously slowing, pulling another moan from him.

"Now, Sev, you keep on buttoning me up. You wouldn't want me to stop, would you?" You said matter-of-factly, loving the games you played.

"N-no! I-don't stop, please..."

He moans as you pick up pace a little bit more. He starts buttoning up your blouse as fast as he can, little moans and groans emanating from his throat as you slow and quicken your hand's pace with his fumbles. It was delightful to see such skilled hands stumble. All because of you.

As the he fastened the last button, you let go of him, but just as Severus started to beg, you leaned down and licked his shaft from the base to the tip, eliciting a long moan from him. Perfect.

You took his head into your mouth as one of his hands found your hair, entangling itself in your long curls. Humming, you took him into your mouth, hands pressing down on his thighs to keep him from thrusting too hard. He grunted, feeling your vibrating tounge press against his shaft as you hollowed your cheeks, creating sunction as you started to bob your head slowly. He grunts again, thrusting a little as you start to go faster, pulling your hair just right, causing you to moan harder against him. You start to move your head quickly, flicking your tounge along the underside of his shaft in time to his small thrusts.

You can feel his cock pulse in your mouth as he calls out your name with a strangled cry. You pull off of him, letting him cum onto your blouse. You catch his glazed stare, his panting hard and quick.

"Oh, Simone, your shirt, I-" You cut him off by unbuttoning your blouse, tossing it off somewhere in the room.

"How was that?" You asked Severus, hugging onto his neck.

"That? That was-that was wonderful." He responded with a chuckle, draping one arm around you.

"You are wonderful." He finished, placing a lazy kiss on your head.

Now it was your turn to be flustered, whispering a soft thank you against his collar bone. You really did love him. He was so impossibly kind to you.

Suddenly, a mischievous thought crossed your mind as you realized it was Sunday. His off day. Oh, he is not leaving this bed today. You sat up, a glint in your eyes as his quizzical brow shot back up.

"Really? Well, if you thought that was wonderful, how'd you like to help me undress?"

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Wooo, I wrote this in the span of like, four hours, and I think it's actually pretty decent! Be sure to let me know what y'all think, I'd love to from y'all about it!!♡

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langernameohnebedeutung · 5 years

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people need to learn to think critically like fictional characters are fucking fictional they're not using real reasons like having big boobs no it's whatever dudebro is in charge choosing to have them unzip the outfit to show off their boobs

Especially if it's always the women who "want" to show off their assets and never the guys who “make the decision” to wear stuff like that - This theme is so evident that even shows like The Boys or films like Galaxy Quest (20 years ago) parodied it to excellence. so the connotation of “you think that’s misogyny??? hmm??” is so hilarious like. this is not some new, radical feminist notion.

On the other hand, shows or films can also highlight that it's a character making a decision. I remember watching Umbrella Academy and it really stood out to me that you had Klaus who wore the tightest, most revealing, definitely intended to be sexy clothes - a guy. But it's never sexualised or treated as "empowering" - it's just the way he dresses, there is no montage of him empowering himself wearing these outfits, the camera doesn't go up and down his body. He's a disaster boy and that's how he dresses.

We can also think of Avatar. We have a lot of female characters - Azula, who prefers armour, Mai, who has this long goth-looking coat that conceals her many knives, Toph who wears in a tom-boyish fashion that is also a rebellion against her up-bringing, Katara who wears her traditional coat throughout the show. So when we see Ty Lee wearing a crop top, it highlighted as an actual choice to wear something that reminds her of her favourite place, the circus (yeah we’re even given background on that one). Plus we have some cultural context - for example, the outfits from The Beach are episodes by actual traditional outfits that exist so in a show that draws on various Asian cultures, it makes sense that a character woudl wear an outfit like that.

I also brought up Lorna's outfit in that scene in The Gifted (that she has in my icon). Throughout the show, she wears expensive, elegant (goth) clothing when she's with the Hellfire Club and less expensive, messy clothing when she's with the poorer Underground. And she's surrounded by female characters who usually all have a rather distinctive style, none of them sexualised - and that outfit isn't sexualised either when she wears it. So even without agency, that is how you portray that someone chose to wear that outfit.

But in most superhero or spy flicks, we don’t even find out where they get their outfits or it’s literally just spelt out that someone else developed this. For the heck of it, I literally just went through all the promo pics for the standard-version vault hunters in Borderlands to see whose wearing something that reveals any skin on their chest below the collar bones:

#Borderlands 1: Lilith, the only female playable character has a deep. All the guys are covered up

Borderlands 2: Maya, the only female playable character, has a turtleneck - with a boob window. All the guys are covered up.

Borderlands the Pre-Sequel: For the first time, we have two female characters. One, Athena, is fully-covered up! Nisha...has a crop-top and some cleavage. While she’s on an adventure on a moon.

Borderlands 3: keeping up with the 2 female characters on the team. One is wearing a crop-top, the other has cleavage. Apparently, these characters all “chose” to wear these outfits. But with 1 exception, all women “chose” to wear something sexy. What a coincidence. Another example that always dumbfounded me even as a kid was Winx Club. Literally all the girls either wear mini-skirts or crop tops or magically turn into creatures that wear magical mini-skirts or crop tops. The only exception are older characters like the headmistresses, the guys who are all completely covered, and those two witch side-characters who are not traditionally beautiful (which is a huge plot-point). They can’t “choose” an outfit like that if they magically turn into it.Or let’s look at the Avengers - Black Widow and Maria Hill both seem to have made the “decision” to wear a tight bodysuit paired that they both decided to partially unzip in the front. Also remember how long BW was the only female character on the team. You know. Until Wanda joined them.

.... sure glad she made a “decision”And I’m not going to pretend I know much about DC but let’s look at the Justice League:

“But she’s from a warm island!” - yeah and Aqua Man is isolated against the freezing temperatures of the ocean, he should be sweating his ass off thereLet’s see who made the “decision” to show skin in X-Men First Class:

I wonder about the corresponding villain team-

(also let’s not forget that literally all major female characters in X-Men First Class “decided” to strip at some point)It’s really interesting how we women are a hive mind. Or as this 30-something tumblr user said: “ Girl wants to flaunt her stuff and prove she still can fight, let her!” Dude, I’m not stopping “her”, but honestly, it’s not rebellion anymore.It used to be. The short dresses in Star Trek TOS were “rebellion” - and the fact that it’s interpreted as misogyny today is an interpretation happening before a completely different background. Except in 2009 -

it’s not a rebellion anymore.

Ah ya know. The girls and their decisions-

#nonfandom #rant #Anonymous

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The Dark Domain - Session 5

This week, we were a player short as he’d been called in for work. It was surprisingly immersive considering what had happened to his character(s) last week.

Anyway, on with the session!

It’s a new day in Gorvick.

Atlas sets up breakfast for the party, moving a scholar from his table in the corner to claim it for the group. He does help the man move his papers and documents and even buys his breakfast for him. He orders bacon and eggs and to keep them coming, and then takes a seat at the table, waiting patiently for the others.

Irah awakens with his usual energy and carefully dons his civilian clothing over his Domain armour. Once ready, he slips his Ring of Subterfuge on and cheerfully exits his room. He knocks on Kaieth’s door and loudly calls out to his colleague. He can hear banging from beyond the door before the elf curtly calls out, saying that he will meet Irah downstairs. Irah agrees and makes his way to the staircase. He is stopped by a little girl asking him if he wanted her to clean his room, but he politely declines.

Kaieth emerges once Irah is gone. He is extremely sullen and glares at the little girl when she offers to clean his room, not apologising when she begins to cry.

The trio sit down for breakfast, Atlas and Irah happily tucking in the mound of bacon and eggs, while Kaieth touches nothing. When a serving girl asks them for drinks, Kaieth asks for water, along with an apple, and Irah joins him. Atlas asks for wine, but relents to juice when the girl mentions that the bar doesn’t serve hard drinks so early.

Left alone as the girl tends to their order, they get down to business. They ask Atlas what he can tell them about Gorvick and he points them to Priestess Trill, the head of Gorick’s religious section. He reveals that she’s a re-educator, and all the re-educated in town are her doing. He mentions that there is absolutely no crime in Gorvick, and that he’s overheard rumours about there being more to this than meets the eye. He also notes that he has never seen Trill without a two guard escort.

Everyone agrees that this Trill needs investigating. But first, they need to complete their paperwork.

Kaieth asks about the man they were told about last night, and Atlas points to the scholar he’d moved earlier. Kaieth then turns to Irah and asks which of them would approach the man. Atlas excuses himself, saying that he already has his paperwork sorted and he needs to clear his tab.

They are interrupted by the serving girl, who asks Irah if he’ll speak to her brother. A thug had landed on the boy during the scuffle the previous night and when Irah had helped him out, the lad had been rude. Apparently, the boy was now terrified that Irah would report him and send him away for re-education.

Seeing the opportunity to kill two birds with one stone, he tells Kaieth that he should deal with the lad immediately and that the elf should deal with the scholar and the paperwork. Kaieth glares at him disapprovingly before resigning himself to the task.

The scholar is all too happy to help, requiring only a small administration fee and a few questions answered so he can fill in the rest. Kaieth pays upfront and sits down, preparing for a long list of questions.

The first question immediately takes him off guard, when the scholar asks for their names. Kaieth answers honestly, but instantly recognises that Irah might need to use a false one. He leans over to the nearby aasimar and asks him for help. Irah answers with ‘Solaris’, but Kaieth doesn’t catch the pronounciation and garbles it to ‘Philamoris’. This earns an eyebrow from the scholar as that is apparently a lady’s name. Kaieth manages not to snigger.

The second question is almost as hard as the first, when he asked where they are from. Kaieth decides to answer literally by saying they are from Quain. The scholar is shocked at the implication that an aasimar was born in the quiet fishing village, but theorises aloud that that must be why the aasimar priest had been sent over. Kaieth just nods noncommittally, silently relieved that a cover story just wrote itself.

The third question is what their business in Gorvick is, with the fourth follow up question being how long they intended to stay in town. Kaieth goes along with the newly formed cover story and explains that they are looking for Father Saepin as he disappeared a couple of days ago. He guesses that they won’t be in town longer than two weeks and the scholar writes all the answers down.

The man then tells Kaieth that it’ll take him a couple of hours to sort the documentation out and the elf begins to take his leave. The scholar stops him, holding out a hand but not actually touching the elf. He gives a side glance to Irah and then warns Kaieth that they should probably stay clear of Priestess Trill. When pressed, he explains that the woman thinks of herself as above her station, and often likes to butter herself up to anyone she thinks is a visiting dignitary.

Kaieth thanks him for the warning and everyone leaves the inn, deciding to take in some air.

As they walk through Old Town, they walk past an older human priest. They all notice that he has a blue gem in the centre of his forehead. Kaieth recognises the meaning from the book he’d read before leaving the Domain, while Irah and Atlas know from living in Pentalis that the gems colour means he is a priest of Bonnel, Goddess of law and order. The man smiles at them as they pass and they go about their respective businesses.

As they enter the market, the lady stall owner from the other day calls them over. She thanks Kaieth again for saving her life, which makes the elf feel awkward from the gratitude. She offers him a small pouch, apologising that it isn’t much but that she would like him to have it. Realising that it’s a reward, Kaieth immediately declines, explaining that he did not help her for a reward. The woman is even more grateful and calls him extremely kind, unaware that she is making him more uncomfortable, and insists that he have something from her stall instead.

Atlas takes hold of the opportunity and asks the woman for a bouquet of flowers, as she has a small collection at the back of her stall. She happily makes up a small arrangement for him, with blue as the lead colour as requested. When it comes to payment, she asks if he’s part of the group or if he will have to pay for the flowers. Kaieth relents and says he’ll take the bouquet as a reward, if only to appease the woman, and quickly moves away from the stall.

As he’s about to leave the market, the young boy from the other day hisses to get his attention. The boy opens with awe at Kaieth for taking down ‘the orc woman’, much to Kaieth discomfort, which gets Atlas’ attention. But the goliath has little time to voice interest before the boy grabs everyone attention by asking them if they want some of her stuff.

When asked what he’s talking about, the boy explains that he takes the personal items of the re-educated and sells them, as the people won’t need them. Irah immediately chastises the boy, saying that stealing like that will get him in trouble, but the boy defends himself. He explains that Priestess Trill allows him to take what he can carry. Everyone is a little sceptical but do take a look at his stall.

Irah sees Rolfor’s wand that he lent his sister and tells the boy that its important and that he’d like it back. Hearing that, the boy picks it up and hides it behind his back, demanding two silver pieces for it. Irah is able to convince the lad to drop the price, pointing out that he thought it was a broken fire-starter and that an honest seller wouldn’t change prices like that.

Kaieth notices jewelery on display and asks the boy if he took the orc woman’s necklace. He confirms that he did and pulls said necklace out. He states that no one will probably want it as its so ugly and asks for a copper piece. Kaieth gives him a gold. The elf then looks at his other wares and sees a lockpicking set that is in surprisingly good state and a dagger with a strangely sharp edge to it. He asks for those as well and offers the boy his warhammer in trade, but the boy turns him down. The lad explains that’s better off sold at the New Town’s indoor market as no one in Old Town could afford it. Kaieth then hands over three more gold pieces to the boy, who had only asked for five silver.

Atlas looks over the merchandise but doesn’t buy anything. Once the boy has locked up his stall and once again bolted over the wall, he mentions that Irah and Kaieth should probably keep their new purchases well hidden as that’s likely how the boy makes his money, by selling the same contraband over and over to gullible shoppers.

They continue walking and visit the warehouse section, stopping briefly to let a woman pass them to enter the docks. They then watch three men enter from New Town, one ordering the other two. They notice that the subordinates are silent, with a blank look on their faces. Atlas explains that those two are a couple of the many re-educated in town, at which point, Irah adds that that means they’ve been stripped of thought, personality and everything that made them individuals. Both agree that it’s a fate worse than death.

They stay motionless as they watch the trio take stock from the warehouses and return to New Town. At which point, the woman from before asks to get through again. They move out the way to let her pass and Kaieth grumbles about the walkway being so narrow. The woman overhears and explains that it was never enlarged when the town expanded, so everyone just has to deal with it.

Sensing that they’re getting in the way, the group decide to head back to the inn. They don’t encounter anyone else wanting to talk to them and make it back to the inn without incident. They return to their table from before and don’t have time to order a drink before the scholar approaches with the finished paperwork.

Kaieth notices that the man has a peculiar scar on his forehead and asks as tactfully as possible if he had his gem removed, recognising that it is in the same area as every other priest they’ve seen. The man assures him that it was nothing as crass as that. He explains that human priests don’t have the same divine spark as aasimar, and they need to be given one. The final test is a ritual to gain a connection to one of the five and that none of them connected with him, thereby failing the test and not becoming a priest.

The man shurgs, seemingly unconcerned with the outcome, and returns to his work.

Paperwork now in hand, they return to the warehouse district and approach the gate sentry. Atlas greets the man on duty and shows his pass, used to the procedure. Irah and Kaieth both show their paperwork and their seals of entry, which are promptly stamped after a cursory glance over their documents.

On the streets, they see re-educated milling about the streets doing menial labours. The Old Town urchin is speaking desperately to one of them, showing the man the gold coins he’d earned from the group, but getting no reaction from him. The group notice a resemblance and figure that the man is the boy’s father and leave the pair alone.

They enter into the indoor market and see a variety of shops. Kaieth sells off his unused armour, not needing it due to his training. They are about to leave when they see the urchin rush in and run over to a shop. He’s only in there for a few moments before he quickly leaves, dropping a scrap of paper which Kaieth reads.

He calls to the boy about dropping the paper, who snatches it back and leaves. With nothing else of interest, the group also leave.

They make their way to the church and enter. Upon entering they see Priestess Trill preforming a noon-time sermon, which causes Irah to hang back. Kaieth follows Irah’s lead, while Atlas strolls up to the woman. The duo watch as a pair of guards quickly fall in behind behind the goliath, obviously prepared to deal with him should he start anything.

Instead, Atlas merely drops to one knee and presents Trill with the small bouquet of flowers, a charming smile on his face. Trill, without missing a beat, takes the flowers, moves them to her other hand, and gives them to the guard. Atlas quietly mutters his disappointment, apparently sure that this time he’d gotten the colour right.

Trill ignores him and continues her sermon. When she finishes, Atlas gives her a standing ovation, which she ignores and walks over and speaks to a young acolyte. Atlas tells her that he’s brought some people he thinks she’d like to meet, at which point she gives him a scathing look of indifference and then returns her attention to the acolyte. Once she’s finished her discussion, she then allows Atlas to show her to these people.

The moment her eyes land on Irah, she walks to him with an overly cheerful smile on her face. She is gracious and fawning to the aasimar, giving Atlas and Kaieth barely a moment’s notice. She does commend Irah on his ‘charity’ for having Kaieth as his bodyguard, a sentiment that irks both of them, and asks Kaieth if he is one of the Blackleaf refugees.

This instantly puts Kaieth on edge, but he stiltedly replies that he is. He glares at Trill with barely concealed hatred as she goes on about some of the elves remaining loyalists while the rest were exiled with the Domain, but she has returned her attention to Irah, who is doing only a slightly better job at hiding his dislike of the woman. Knowing that this could easily lead to a poorly timed, anger-fuelled confrontation, he forces himself to calm down and mention to ‘Philamoris’ that maybe they should see about getting accommodation as the journey to Gorvick has been a long one.

Irah agrees, realising that he’s already used up four of the six hours before the ring runs out of power to disguise him, and excusing them from the church. Trill asks if he will come for the evening service but he declines, saying that he is tired and should rest. But, not wanting to insult the woman and arouse suspicion, he promises to attend evening service tomorrow. She accepts his compromise and bids them farewell.

The party quickly leave the church and once outside, Irah asks Kaieth if he is okay, clearly aware that Trill’s words upset the elf. He lays a hand on Kaieth’s shoulder and the man reacts instinctively, tearing himself away and pulling a dagger out in preparation to defend himself. Kaieth catches himself before he does anything else and quickly puts the blade away, apologising to Irah. He explains that he has an old injury on that shoulder that twinges from time to time, and asks the aasimar not to touch there again, to which Irah assures him that he won’t and apologises if he’d unintentionally hurt his friend.

Kaieth tries to brush the conversation off and Irah notices that the topic is a sore one, and drops it. He does his best to keep the group mood light by suggesting that they find accommodation. Kaieth and Atlas agree on this, with the elf suggesting they take rooms in the nearby inn. Atlas mentions that it will be a lot more expensive than Old Town’s inn, but Kaieth argues that it’s closer to their target and they’ll be able to conduct surveillance better there than in Old Town. Irah agrees, adding that it will be quicker to get to the nearby inn than Old Town should he lose track of time, which confuses Atlas.

Kaieth and Irah enter the inn with Atlas following, and learn that the inn is a great deal more expensive than Old Town, but decide to bear it and rent three rooms. They all enter one and Irah takes off his ring, showing Atlas his true appearance for the first time. At first, Atlas is even more confused, not understanding why Irah is hiding, but accepts that he does look different to most aasimar. Once it has been explained that the ring is for subterfuge purposes, Atlas shrugs in agreement.

As they are trying to figure out what they can do in Irah’s remaining two hour window, Kaieth notices Trill leave the church and enter a large, important looking house to the west. When he asks about it, Atlas mentions that it’s the mayor’s house, though admits that he hasn’t seen the mayor in the week that he’s been in town.

They decide that the mayor should be their next person of interest and agree to spend the remaining time introducing themselves to the mayor. As they head towards the house, Trill is leaving it with her escort. She voices surprise at seeing them, but Irah quickly bluffs that he’s just getting some of the evening air before they retire for the night, with his bodyguard and guide following him.

He mentions that he had also been planning to introduce himself to the town mayor as a courtesy, but Trill tells him not to bother, explaining that she just came from there and that the mayor will not be seeing anyone for the rest of the day.

He and Kaieth share a quiet, suspicious look, and the elf asks why the mayor isn’t seeing visitors. Trill responds by telling them that the mayor is often sick and that this is one of his bad days, which she attributes to the stress of being mayor. Irah asks what the man is sick with, and offers his limited services, to which Trill says that she does her best for the man but concedes that a ‘Greater One’ such as himself might be able to help where she cannot.

When asked what being mayor has to do with being sick, she explains that there were a lot of Domain sympathisers who wouldn’t leave when the man took power seven years ago. This division caused a great amount of stress and when things got to a head, she had been forced to re-educate the unrepentant.

Irah’s pleasant smile goes very brittle.

She mentions that she told the mayor about them and that he will likely want to meet with them once he’s feeling better. She asks if they are staying in the nearby inn, which Kaieth confirms that they are, and she recommends that they try the roasted gor for dinner as it is a local delicacy. The elf thanks her and the group watch as she goes about her business.

Once she is out of earshot, Kaieth immediately announces that Trill is lying. She answered too quickly concerning the mayor, and her words sounded rehearsed. The group wonder if she’s done something to the mayor, or is holding something over him to maintain power.

It is suggested that they break into the mayor’s house that night and find out what’s going on, but quickly realise that Irah’s ring will run out of power soon and Atlas is not someone who could be easily hidden. As such, they agree it is probably best that Kaieth goes alone.

They return to the inn and wait for night. As the sun begins to set, Kaieth makes his venture out. He strolls through town casually for a while, watching the locals close up stalls and businesses for the night.

When he gets to the mayor’s estate, he sees a man gardening. When he asks the man if it isn’t getting late for that, he receives no response. He realises that the man has been re-educated and is paying him no attention, and so quietly slips into a dark corner of the garden and makes his way around the house.

Aware that a large house like the one before him usually has more than one way in or out, Kaieth looks for one. He makes it all the way around the back before he sees a servant’s entrance on the south western side of the building. It opens as he spots it, forcing him to keep to the darkness, and a man steps out and walks away. He can hear a voice from the front and moments later the man returns with the re-educated in tow. The door closes and locks.

As Kaieth is about to leave, feeling like he has done all he can for now, he hears voices from inside through the nearby window. He crawls over as close as possible and listens in.

He can hear three voices, one man, one woman and a little girl. He hears the little girl telling the others about her day, telling them about what her tutor had taught her. The woman is praising the girl, seemingly proud of her every accomplishment. The man is also praising the child for her studies, but then turns the topic onto a party. He mentions that he’s inviting some dignitaries or such over in a few days, and how it would mean the world to him if “she would play piano for Daddy”. This seems to excite the girl and she starts hurriedly saying that she would and promises that she’ll play her best songs for him.

Suddenly, the girl goes silent and begins coughing and wheezing. There is the sound of chairs screeching against the floor and a rush of footsteps. The man begins shouting, ordering that Priestess Trill be sent for. Another step of footsteps are heard and there is a bang of the main doors being flung open as someone is running, clearly towards the church. The woman is desperately trying to calm the girl, telling her to breathe slowly and promising that Trill will be there soon. The sound of footsteps return and Trill’s voice can be heard, telling the girl to stay calm and to just breathe.

Kaieth is lying in the grass, frozen, his mind racing. He wonders why Trill lied about the mayor being sick, when it’s his apparent daughter who is the one suffering. Also, with Trill now there, and her escort supposedly, he realises that he may be stuck there for a long time.

Regardless, he concludes that he’s learned enough and slowly inches back into the bushes, hoping he will harder to spot in the treeline. He quietly returns the way he came and checks the other side of the building. When he sees no one, he decides to risk getting back to the inn and is amazed that no one has noticed him. Without another thought, he swiftly returns to the inn and Irah’s room.

Once safely inside and sure the door is locked and no one is listening, he tells the others what he found out. Irah and Atlas are both mystified as to why Trill would tell them that the mayor is ill instead of the child. Irah wonders aloud if they might be able to use the girl’s sickness to their advantage, but is unsure as to how as they don’t know precisely what is wrong with her. Kaieth states that he thinks they should wait for a summons from the mayor, as he seems to be planning a party of sorts in a few days and that they’ll have their chance then. The other agree and conclude that there’s nothing else they can do for now and should retire and wait for the summons.

And so the session ends.

#D&D #The Dark Domain

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ihatecoconut · 5 years

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New Leaf.

She pulled the knife from her chest and smiled,

“Was that supposed to hurt?”

He gulped, knowing now beyond a doubt that that had been a mistake, he’d been pretty sure it wasn’t a good idea before he stabbed her but the sight of a wound gaping open to her rib cage closing up neatly- layers and layers of skin and muscle folding back from her inside out- was still the most horrifying thing he had ever seen. And then the smile suddenly dropped from her face- leaving a cold, emotionless wall of stone that was somehow more frightening than the wound- and he realised he hadn’t actually given her a response,

“I-I’m sorry?” He tried, cowering away from her and trying not to look longingly towards the entrance he had recently come through, against his better judgement,

“You are... sorry.” She repeated, still as emotive as a brick wall and many many times scarier,

“...yes?”

“Stop phrasing statements as questions.”

“...ok?”

She glared.

“I mean, ok.”

“Better. Why are you here.”

“Um.” The truth was that he had been sent to kill her, supposedly to prove his worth as a knight since he was apparently a complete failure at everything else. So obviously the deadly and rumoured to be murderous Witch who lived in the mansion in the dark forest had been his chance to show the other knights- and the king himself- that he was worthy of the position. He had abandoned his sword near the entrance into the trees due to it being too damn heavy, which is why he had been reduced to a knife when attacking said Witch. Evidently his contemplation of these event had gone on too long because her brick wall face somehow got harder and the ice in her voice got colder,

“Answer me.”

“Uh, I got lost?” He tried, knowing that she could probably tell he was lying. If she could, she didn’t call him out on it, just raised an eyebrow.

“Well, we cannot have that can we.”

“No?”

“No. Follow me.” She turned sharply and proceeded to lead him down a corridor equally as fancy as the entrance hall he had attempted to kill her in. He followed, both because he seemed to have very little choice in the matter and also because he was curious as to why she hadn’t killed him instantly for even daring to enter her home, not to mention the fact that he had literally tried to kill her.

They arrived at a room which had to be the house’s kitchen, where she directed him to sit down, put the kettle on, and began to pull out what appeared to be baking ingredients from the various cupboards.

“And remove your armour, it must be uncomfortable.”

She was right, it was incredibly so, and he sighed before slowly and systematically removing the metal pieces until he was left in his black cloth underclothing which was designed to stop the metal hurting your skin, despite the fact that it didn’t. She passed him a mug of hot, herbal tea and asked him, in a tone that seemed both welcoming and demanding of an answer, how he had ended up in her house.

He took a few sips of the tea, watched her weigh out ingredients for a few minutes, took a deep breath and let his story spill from his lips. His story from the death of his parents, through the treatment from his uncle that he had been forced to endure for so long, and how that had forced him into becoming a knight and then how he had always been ridiculed for being weak, how he had become desperate for approval, and how that had led to the ultimatum of his story where he had been forced to come and kill her in order to get that approval, and then- because he was already talking- he found his fears of the consequences spilling out, how he was afraid they would kill him for his weaknesses. And then he found himself telling her about his long living wish that he could have been born a girl and work with them in the happy places that his aunt and cousins had always been in, away from men and the violence they accumulated, how he just wanted to be one of them. It was more than he had ever told anyone.

By the end of it, he had gone through three mugs of tea, the Witch was now sitting opposite him, grasping one of her own and the cookies she had been making were out of the oven and cooling on the side. There were tear tracks drying on his face and every inch of him felt raw. Raw in the best way, as if all of the old life had been stripped from his skin leaving bloody remnants that were ready to re-grow as a part of a new fresh start. The Witch, however, did not address the misery of his life, and he wasn’t sure he wanted her to either- it was enough that she had just listened- she just set down her mug and made eye contact in a way that suggested she was about to impart some wisdom,

“You don’t have to go back to them. You can stay here and let me train you.”

“Train me?” It was a completely unexpected suggestion, “In what?”

“Magic. You have the spark.”

“But... that’s impossible, only girls can have the spark.”

The Witch smiled for the first time and it was literally like sunshine, the room seemed to brighten and feel warmer, “You have always wanted to be a girl because you are one. And you have the spark. You’re a girl.”

Her words seemed to settle something inside him, wanting to be a girl meant he was a girl, and the spark knew he was a girl- she, she was a girl- and she didn’t have to go to war, and she could bake and train and garden under this powerful Witch. The raw feeling was back, but this time it felt like the first layers of new skin growing back over the beaten tatters- a symbol of the new life she had been offered- and she lifted her head from where she was staring at the table and smiled.

“Yes,” She said, “yes I am.”

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meshkol · 5 years

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I'm personally not a big fan of DrPepperony, mostly because I don't know how to write Pepper and I generally don't write porn with female characters, so I do hope that the lack of said porn isn't too much of a disappointment. Still, I kinda like this regardless, and I had fun with it, even if it doesn't fill the prompt to a T. Also, it's unbeta'd af, and has the added bonus of filling A-5 for my Tony Stark Bingo 2019 card: Cinderella Story (in a highly unconventional manner lmao). Enjoy, and feel free to prompt me more for my Bingo Card!