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ᰔᩚੈ♡˳𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰/ 𝐄𝐧𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐧 ~ 𝐎𝐓𝟕 𝐟𝐟

*𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒘/ 𝑬𝒏𝒉𝒚𝒑𝒆𝒏. 𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒅.*

✩✩𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴：ⓌⒶⓇⓃⒾⓃⒼ

<<𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲/𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐭𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐭𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥, 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 — 𝐝𝐰 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐟𝐰 :)

✩𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔：𝐄𝐧𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐧!𝐛𝐟 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫!𝐠𝐟!𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛

☆𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒： 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞/𝐄𝐧𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬

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☆𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦：𝐄𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐧𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬.

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🍜희승~Heeseung:wc=373

“Good morning, babe,” Heeseung said as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

Heeseung always loved waking you up like the precious little baby you are. The only time he wasn’t cuddling you is when you...well you know.

You woke up nestled in Heeseung’s bare chest. The two of you fell asleep on the couch binging a new anime together.

You and Heeseung made a deal before you started dating that if you watched anime with him that he’ll watch whatever show you want. No matter how much he hates it.

“G’morning, Hee,” you smiled. “Well it’s kinda late for breakfast now…unless.” “Unless what?” “We could always go to IHOP?”

Heeseung isn’t much of an expert when it comes down to cooking. So if you don’t do it, he typically orders take out.

“Hehe sure,” you said as Heeseung got up to look for his keys. “Don’t worry about getting all dressed up either. You look so sexy in my shirt,” he smiled before kissing your lips. “Then again, you always look sexy to me.”

You blushed so hard every time he praised you like this which made you even cuter.

“And you were making those cute little noise that I like when you were asleep.” You often catch Heeseung staring at you with his doe eyes. He says that when he looks at you he's reminded of just how lucky he is to have you in his life.

After about 10 minutes of an unsucessful search for his car keys, Heeseung plopped right back on the couch next to you. "Well, I guess we're having ramen for breakfast," he shrugged. "I'm not really hungry right now anyway." "What do you want to do now then?" he asked. You just gave him the look and he already knew what you wanted.

Heeseung climbed on top of your half dressed body as he began kissing your lips, neck, and chest. As he was doing that he slid your panties down and started to stimulate your clit. This caused you to moan a little, especially when he’d bite your lip.

You actually hid the keys under the couch as soon as he left the living room because you weren't in the mood for breakfast anymore.

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🥞제이~Jay:wc=362

You and Jay were out late last night at a business event with some of his collegues and his parents. You and him have been dating for about 5 months now and he finally introduced you to his parents. Immediately the fell in love with you. His mom wouldn't stop calling you her soon to be-daughter-in-law, which made you feel really good after being so nervous about this moment.

You were both too tired to change your clothes so you fell asleep in your underclothes. Though this attire would typically ignite your sexual desires, this would have to wait for another time.

You woke up close to noon from the scent of breakfast. Jay loved surprising you with breakfast in bed. Usually, you would play along and wait for him in bed, but today you wanted to surprise him.

You quickly covered up with a sheer robe before tip-toeing into the kitchen.

Jay was busy flipping pancakes on the stove when you wrapped your arms around him from behind. "Good morning, Mrs. Park," he teased looking over his shoulder. "I was trying to surprise you with breakfast in bed." "I know. That's why I came to surprise you." Jay scooped two spoons of batter into the pan and turned around to face you.

"Oh! I wonder what's under here," he smirked noticing your royal blue lingerie showing through the sheer covering. You giggled as he slid the cloth down before placing a kiss on your bare shoulder. He then moved to your breasts, meeting your eyes every so often as you ran your fingers through his hair while he he kissed and sucked on your plush skin. He contiued down to his knees, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder as he slid your panties to the side and began to lick your clit.

"Shit!" Jay shouted as the scent of burnt pancakes filled his nose. "Sorry, babe," you apologized as he ran the now smoking pan over to the sink. "It's okay. We have enough pancakes anyways," he chuckled. "How about we eat breakfast first and then we can continue from where we left off," he smirked. "That sounds perfect."

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🍩제이크~Jake:wc=334

It was a beautiful Saturday morning, and for the first time-probably ever-you and Jake were up very early.

"Morning, Sunshine," Jake groaned as he pulled your half sleeping body closer to his. You loved the way that he was always so much warmer than you were, which made cuddling even better.

On any other day, hearing Jake's groggy voice and him pulling you in for cuddles would've sent you right back to sleep, but today was different.

"No way," Jake said as he looked at the digital clock on the desk. "What is it Jake?" "It's 6am." "Okay...?"

"Don't you know what that means?" "That it's too early to be up and we should just go back to sleep?"

"No silly. Nova's Donuts is open," he smiled. "No way." "That's what I said," he giggled.

Jake has been dying to try this donut shop that just opened up a few miles away, but the two of you could never catch them during their open hours. You were either asleep or busy with tasks that you couldn't ignore.

The two of you lept out of bed and dashed to your shared bathroom. " cant believe this," you said, brushing your teeth. "I know right. This is so lucky;" Jake smiled, ruffling his hair. "You know what?" He continued. "What?" "We should go in our pjs," he giggled. "Oh my god! We so should," you cheered as he hugged you from behind.

"Ahh-" Jake reached under your shirt and cupped your tits, one in each hand. "You'll have to cover these up though. They're a bit distracting," he said before kissing you on the cheek.

"Oh, and I'm free for the rest of the day. So, we can cuddle some more when we get back home," Jake said, standing in the doorway. "Only cuddles?" you whined. "Yea, unless there's something else you want." You turned to face Jake and started to brush your tongue. "Hehe, yea we can do that too," he smirked before leaving the bathroom.

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☕️성훈~Sunghoon:wc=463

You and Sunghoon were supposed to have dinner together last night, but after he texted you that he’d be working overtime you knew that you’d have to reschedule. You still wanted to at least see him when he came home so you waited up for him. You watched as the clock changed from 10 to 12 and there was still no sign of him.

When he finally came home around 1:15am you were half asleep. “Sunghoon,” you mumbled. “Didn’t I tell you not to wait up for me?” “But I wanted to see you,” you whined from the couch. “Hmm I know Princess,” he said as he walked over to kiss your forehead. “But you need your rest. And I’d rather come home to see you sleeping peacefully in bed than you shivering on this couch,” he said before scooping you up into his arms.

“Sorry,” you whispered softly. “It’s okay. I should’ve expected this from you,” he continued before laying you down on the bed. Sunghoon pulled the covers over you. “I have to go in early tomorrow too,” he sighed. “But it’s Saturday,” you whined. “I know, but they need me. Sorry we had to cancel our date. Maybe we can try again next weekend,” he said before kissing you gently on the lips. “I promise I’ll make it up to you. Goodnight Princess,” he said before leaving to take a shower.

You woke up as Sunghoon left the room. You knew he was going to brew coffee because that’s what he always did. However, this time he didn’t come back to start getting dressed.

You climbed out of bed to go and check on him. If they needed him like he said they did you didn’t want him to be late. “Sunghoon?” You called as you walked to the kitchen. But you were soon overwhelmed with a sweet aroma.

“Good morning Princess,” he smiled as he stirred a spoon of sugar into a second cup of coffee. “Sunghoon, you don’t have time for muffins today. You have to go to work remember?” This was odd. Sunghoon was always punctual. He’d never been late a day in his life, unless of course circumstances prevented him from doing so.

“It’s Saturday babe. I can worry about work on Monday. I said I’ll make it up to you and that’s what I’m gonna do.” “But Sunghoon…” “But nothing. Work can wait. I want to enjoy my morning with my beautiful girl,” he said, wrapping his hands around your waist before kissing your lips. “I love you,” he smiled. “I love you too,” you smiled back.

“Now let’s enjoy our breakfast. And later we can go out for dinner. I’ve already made reservations.” “What do we do in the meantime?” “Whatever my princess wants.”

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🍨선우~Sunoo:wc=420

You fell asleep last night while Sunoo was giving you a massage. He had been wanting to do it for a while, but you never let him until now.

You woke up still topless and Sunoo was laying silently right next to you. He always looked so cute with his messy bed hair. You stroked you hand through his hair, moving strands out of his eyes.

“Good morning baby,” Sunoo groaned as he slowly opened his sleepy eyes. “How’d you sleep?” He asked. “Good.” “Only good?” “Yea, why?” “Well, you fell asleep a few minutes after I put my hands on you,” he said as he pulled the covers off exposed your bare shoulders and chest. “Then you started moaning and calling out my name.”

You immediately blushed and pulled the covers over your face. “Hehe what were you dreaming about baby?” “Arghh Nothing! I don’t even remember.” “Sure you don’t,” he teased before pulling the covers off your face. “I wanna see my pretty baby’s face,” he giggled. “Nooooo,” you groaned before rolling over.

“Hehe. I was only teasing. You didn’t make a peep,” he smiled. “Sunoooo,” you yelled, smacking him with a pillow. “Ow!” He giggled, but you didn’t stop. “Fine *laughs* you want a pillow fight? You got one,” he said as the two of you took turns hitting each other.

The pillow fight intensified up until the point where Sunoo lost his balance and fell off the bed. “SUNOO!! Are you okay?” “Ugh yea,” he mumbled rubbing his head. “I know what’ll make you feel better,” you said before throwing on a shirt and running to the kitchen.

You quickly made Sunoo a mint chocolate chip sundae with whipped cream and sprinkles.

“Here ya go,” you smiled. “Awww thank you, baby,” he said as you handed him the bowl. “But where’s yours?” He pouted. “I just made one for you.” “Uh uh. That’s not how this works,” he said before walking out of the room. “Wait! Sunoo! What are you doing?” “I’m not eating alone.” “It’s okay Sunoo. Really.” “Nope. I’m already making it.”

Sunoo placed the ice cream sundae in front of you. “Now eat,” he said as he sat patiently waiting for you to pick up the spoon. “Okay, here. Let me help you,” Sunoo scooped up a mountain of ice cream. “Say ahhh,” he said as you opened your mouth on command. “Good girl,” he smiled. “Now let’s go enjoy our sundae’s together,” he continued before coming to kiss you on the cheek.

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🍳정원~Jungwon:wc=462

You joined Jungwon on one of his early morning jogs. He usually left by himself, but recently you started to join him.

“We’re almost home. Just a few more blocks,” he huffed encouraging you. The two of you continued your run until you finally made it home. "Great job today, babe," Jungwon smiled. "Hehe. Thanks," you smiled back. "Okay, so do you wanna eat first or shower first?" "Umm, what do you think?" you asked him. "I'd usually shower first," he said. "You can go first if you want," you suggested. "No that's okay. I can wait. You go first."

You gathered your clothes together and headed to the bathroom. You were almost done with your shower when you realized you forgot a towel. "Wonnie!" you yelled from the bathroom. "What?" "I forgot to grab a towel. Can you get one for me?" "Sure babe. Just hold on," he said before getting up to grab you a few towels. He wasn't sure if you washed your hair or not so he just made sure to bring enough towels for whatever you might need.

"Hey babe I got your--" Jungwon stopped mid-sentence as he walked in to see your wet body covered in suds. "UH! Sorry, I forgot to knock," he stuttered. "It's okay," you chuckled nervously. "But since you're in here already you might as well take your shower," you continued. "Hehe, yea. Just let me go and grab my clothes real quick. That should give you enough time to get dressed," he said before closing the door behind him.

Just as Jungwon said, he waited for you to finish up before going to take his shower. It was long after you left when he stepped in and took care of himself. "How was your shower?" you asked with a smirk. "It was nice," he chuckled nervously. "I'll get started on our breakfast. You can help if you want." "Okay," you said before getting out all of the ingredients needed to make an omelet.

You tried reaching for the mixing bowl on one of the higher shelves, but couldn't reach it. "Wonnie, can you help me get this bowl down?" you asked. "Oh, yeah sure," he replied before extending his arm over your head to get the bowl. You didn't know what had gotten into you, but all of a sudden you were no longer in the mood for breakfast.

He felt the way you brushed your ass up against him when he reached over you. "Ah ah. Let's at least eat first. We can deal with that later," he giggled as he patted your head. "But--" "Nope. Food first. You're not gonna collapse on me." "But--" Jungwon cut you off with a kiss. "Hopefully that'll hold you for a little while."

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🧇니키~Niki:wc=474

You and Niki had stayed up late having a horror movie marathon. This was actually a routine of yours. Every Friday night the two of you would stay up super late watching way too many movies to remember details. This weekend Niki chose to binge the Insidious films, but you didn’t expect to be so exhausted.

You stayed up for the first one, but fell asleep on the second one. The last thing you remember is the “row your boat” scene.

*CRASH* a loud bang woke you from your sleep. You don’t know how long you had been asleep or what time it was, but when you looked around to see that it was still dark you knew it was nowhere close to morning.

“Niki?” You called out. Though you fell asleep in your shared bed, when you woke up he was gone.

“Niki?” *pat pat pat* the sound of running footsteps echoed down the hall. “Niki? Is that you?” There was no reply. *CREEEK* you heard the sound of the floor boards creaking followed by another loud thud.

“Niki! Stop messing around! This isn’t funny!” You shouted. You assumed it was just Niki trying to scare you so you started to climb out of bed. “Alright Niki. I’ve had enough of this. Let’s just go back to bed. It’s too damn early for this goofy shit.” You muttered as you walked towards the door.

*AHHHHHH* a gut wrenching scream followed by a cloaked figure ran down the hallway toward the door.

Niki or no Niki, you were scared as hell now. You slammed the door and ran back into your bed.

Whatever was on the other side kept pulling and twisting the knob and banging on the door. More terrifying screaming followed before everything went completely silent. “Niki?” You called out one last time.

The door swung open and the figure pounced on top of you. You started screaming and kicking, but it was of no use as the figure had you pinned down.

“Ha! I got u punk.” You looked up to see Niki smiling down at you. “Niki! What the hell! You scared the fuck out of me!” “Haha I know right,” he laughed. “Wait did you hear that?” He whispered as his eyes darted back and forth. “Hear what?” “BLAHHH!” He shouted in your face. “Ugh, Niki your such a dick.” You scoffed before pushing him off of you.

“Hehe do you want some waffles?” “Waffles?” “Yea I’m hungry.” “Are you kidding me?” “Uhhh…no. I’m hungry and I want waffles. So I’m asking if you want any…duhhh” “Duhhh,” you mocked him. “Do you want some or not?” He chuckled. “Yea I want some.” You chuckled back. “Extra whip?” “Yea.” “Alright. I’ll go get it and be right back, okay?” “Okay,” you smiled before he placed a kiss on your forehead.

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mcflymemes · 7 months

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AS SAID BY FENRIS * assorted dialogue from dragon age ii, updated version

meeting you was the most important thing that ever happened to me.

i can’t bear the thought of living without you.

you are too willing to involve yourself in the affairs of others.

nothing could be worse than living without you.

before we found you, there was a moment when i… don’t do that again.

you should really post some guards outside, considering all the trouble you get into.

everywhere we go, people try to kill you.

i don't want to hear another word out of you.

and here we are again. for the fourth time.

how much do you wish to test that luck of yours?

it seems you have won the day. well done.

why must you go on about this?

i can do that, if you wish.

i am alone.

i'm afraid to ask what brought this on.

is this going anywhere?

do you want to guess what color my underclothes are again?

you’re squandering something you don’t understand.

you do not like your name?

you'd look pretty in one.

i felt like a fool. i thought it better if you hated me.

nobody asks for their fate.

oh. that. it’s... a talent.

it was better than anything i could have dreamed.

do not make light of this. leaving was the hardest thing i’ve ever done.

whatever you need, i am ready to assist.

the true character of any city is found among its poor.

i enjoy following you.

i didn’t come here to burden you further.

we have never discussed what happened between us three years ago.

is there no one else who has your attention?

you wound my pride with such accusations.

break their heart, and i will kill you.

you keep staring at me. is it my eyes again?

you are more naive than i thought.

did i hear correctly?

that is my hope as well.

i don’t want your pity.

i needed to be alone.

that night... i remember your touch as if it were yesterday.

i shouldn’t trouble you with this. my problems are not yours.

how is it you get into these situations so often?

you did the right thing. many would turn a blind eye.

you do not want to know the answer to that.

i don’t know. it’s just something people say.

you have an entire story written in your head already, don’t you?

a shame that you are going to die, no?

i should have asked for your forgiveness long ago. i hope you can forgive me now.

from what i gather, you like a lot of things.

you wish to do this here? in front of everyone?

i’ve never spoken about what happened to anyone.

why are you watching me like that?

i remain at your side.

i may not get a chance to say this again.

thank you for asking me to come along.

perhaps this is what it means to have a friend.

i suggest keeping your distance.

if there is a future to be had, i will walk gladly into it at your side.

we need to stop and rest when we’ve a moment.

this ground is cursed. only wretched or ignorant souls would linger here.

i cannot imagine what it must be like to lose your family. anything i could say would be insufficient. i’m sorry.

i have never allowed anyone too close.

forget i said anything.

it’s so wonderful having my personal business as someone else’s sport.

well... at least i’m not dead.

you were never ordered to kill?

does it bother you? should i stop?

promise me you won’t die.

do not bare your heart to me, unless you would have me rip it out.

is that a compliment of an insult?

do you intend to go after me, then?

it is always good to be at your side.

thanks for getting rid of them.

i imagine you imprisoned them?

you have my thanks.

i am yours, as always.

the smug sense of superiority does give you away.

you caught them, then?

there you are. were you hurt? what happened?

i don’t know what to say, but i’m here.

surely you can’t hope to best me.

i am yours.

we should move on.

i could ask you the same thing.

i just... am pleased to see you, that’s all.

you are looking for forgiveness, but i’m not the one who can give it to you.

they say death is only a journey. does that help?

i stand ready.

shall we end this quickly?

another battle is upon us.

you frightened me.

oh, you've learned a few new words.

keep going. i'm sure your training will kick in any moment.

to be honest, i see no point in filling these moments with empty talk.

my wounds need attention.

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aspiring-house-husband · 3 months

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yes, im watching anastasia.

I would know you anywhere, he tells me, my prince, i finally found you.

I am no prince, at least, as far as i know. but the knight is insistent- he says he knows me, remembers me, from childhood. from when he trained, his solemn duty to protect the royal family. he’s convinced me well enough to get me onto a train to the palace, in a far too fancy private room.

the prince. still, it’s been a decade since the prince disappeared, how could it be me?

how could it not be? he takes my hand, cradling my fingers in his palm, kisses my knuckles. I shiver at the contact. His lips are chapped.

The hands of royalty… he lowers my hand so that he can kiss the muscle just below my elbow. I can’t break my eyes from him, how reverently he touches me.

The smooth skin… he turns my arm over just a bit, so that he can press his lips to the inside of my arm.

You are nothing short of regal.

He bows his head, pressing his forehead to my bicep. His breath fans softly against the skin of my inner wrist, warm and moist, and his cadence is almost too quick.

knight… i whisper to him, terrified to speak any louder.

you are to be treasured, your highness. finally he looks up at me again. you deserve to be treasured.

I couldn’t guess why I suggest it. it’s just… right.

Treasure me, i say, and he wastes no time to sweep me off my feet, delivering me onto my back in the far too large bed. he kisses up my arm again until he pulls my collar open with his teeth, pressing a kiss against my collarbone. my eyes close and i arch my back, as he undoes the rest of my clothes, opening my chest to the air. i want to feel him against me, but he lifts away, making me open my eyes again.

he’s kneeling at the base of the bed, next i see him. he takes off his shirt unceremoniously and tosses it aside without a thought, but with gentle hands he grasps my ankles and pulls me across the bed to him. nimble fingers unlace my boots and pull them from me, then my socks, then my pants. just as with my arm, he kisses up my leg- my shin, my knee, my thigh, until finally he kisses between my thighs just not quite where i want him. he pulls my underclothes from me and without warning his tongue is on me, skillful and flicking and moist and warm, making me grip his hair and arch my back again. he slips a finger beside his tongue, and it’s divine, stretching me and pressing into me. he’s perfect. he’s the only thing connecting me to earth. he’s lifting me, readying me, throwing me-

he pulls away just before i go over the edge, and his eyes are dark and hungry as he wipes the slick from his lips.

let me worship you, your majesty, he says, crawling over my body until he can press our hips together. he’s hard and throbbing against me.

yes, i breathe, canting my hips up and arching my back. he uses one hand to free himself from his pants - hard, aching, dripping - and presses himself to my entrance.

your highness, he breathes, tantalizingly close, and he has one last shred of self respect in his eyes as his gaze meets mine. I do not deserve the privilege of having you.

don’t be silly, i wish i could tell him. you deserve the body you’ve teased.

i’m no prince, take me.

you’ve come this far, take pity on me.

But he would not accept these words. he would only accept an order from his prince, so my arms wrap around his neck and i force his lips to mine before he can talk himself down.

does your prince not deserve the pleasure of his knight? i ask, and he moans before thrusting deep into me, one smooth motion, slow and pleasurable. i moan into his mouth when he kisses me, arch into his hand as he touches me, and buck into his hips as he fucks me. there hasn’t ever been anything like this, not for me- he’s fast and strong and his hands hold me in place when they aren’t lovingly tracing shapes in my skin. i scream and cum and buck across the bed, and he only lets me recover in the time it takes for him to pull out, toss me into my stomach with a pillow propping me up, and thrust into me again. still, he kisses down my back, hitting places inside of myself i never knew were there.

you will know pleasure, highness, he growls, and it isn’t long before i cum again, dropping my head down into the pillows. i can hardly hold myself together. i can’t at all hold in my moans. everyone in the train car must have heard the sounds he pulled from me, the simpering moans and whines and pleas for more. he speeds up, and surely he’s getting close, with his higher pace and deeper thrusts and soft grunts, but it takes just long enough that it throws me over the edge just one more time, just before he spills inside me. he flops on top of me as i shudder, twitching and exhausted and panting beneath his weight.

some prince i must be, i whisper, ruined in a traincar by a knight.

some prince you are, he says, punctuating it with a kiss to my temple, to still be so handsome, even ruined.

#og #non monster #story #prince

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darkshadowdeath · 3 months

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Ok but like picture this:

CW is the personification of time, hes a time god, so while he can stop time, speed up, slow down, he isnt always consciously aware of the speed of time. BUT, lets think of time as a part of him. So, when he likes people, wants them to succeed, even peripherally, time seems to be in their favor.

People often say oh time flies when you’re having fun and drags when you’re not. What if this were actually true. CW isnt always focusing on the people he likes, but time is him so it also favors these people. They will always just make it to class right before the bell or save someone just in time, an attack will be a second too slow.

For danny, however, CW is basically a grandfather. CW loves danny. So time is like an eager puppy that wants to please him. If hes having fun with his friends and thinks, i wish it could always be like this, time fucking dilates for him, it really does go slower. When hes bored time speeds up just a little bit.

That was a long ass lead up to my fic idea but anywayss. Imagine danny gets old, time passes, but not really for him. Its probably a mix of being a ghost and CW being his grandfather, but hes stopped aging at some point. He loses his sense of time. When its always stopping and starting and speeding along and slowing down, it tends to lose some of its meaning. So he lives and lives until one day he realizes the world has completely changed around him. He’s become something of a homebody, staying in his home for months at a time, imaging the stars, recording star maps, generally enjoying his life.

Theres a knock at the door. More of a thud, really, and when he goes to check it out, he finds a man- a man bat? -slumped against his door. He’s baffled. But the man- man bat? -is injured, so he brings him in.

He tries to take the armor off, before giving up it just phasing it off of the guy. Not all of it, he leaves the cowl over the top of the face and the underclothes stay put, he’s not disrespectful, thanks you very much. He does what he can to patch the guy up. Its much easier to do on someone else rather than himself. The man bat guy doesn’t seem to be badly injured, a broken ankle, a fractured wrist and bruised ribs, but what really seems to have taken him out is a bad concussion, he guesses, judging by the fat ugly knot on top of the dudes head.

It is no matter, he thinks, he will just have to stay here and recover. And so danny drifts off, to put some food aside for his unexpected guest and to get back to work.

He genuinely forgets about the guy until he hears a thump. Trying to sneak out, the man bat has fallen. Now, normally, theres no way in hell Batman would have fallen. But when he’s seeing in quadruple and his head pounds with every beat of his heart, he can probably forgive himself for this little mistake. Maybe.

Danny floats on up to him.

Wait

Y am i writing this all out lol. I was just gonna outline my idea and dip 😭.

Basically, he helps bats recover, but finds he really likes hanging out with him. So time comes into play and slows down, just for them. When bruce is finally healed and can reach out to someone, the world has changed again. Shit went down in gotham. The city has changed. He doesnt understand at first. Its not really wirher of their faults, but hes- he doesnt know how he feels, sad, mad, frustrated, at a loss. He feels it all, in great detail, and it weighs heavily on him. But well, hes made friends with danny in the years- years???!! - hes been with danny. He goes back. They make up and stay together til bruce succumbs to old age bc he isnt the same as danny. Nvr was and wasnt going to be but at least they could enjoy their time together. The end.

#danny phantom #dc x dp #batman #clockwork #timey wimey shit #oops #this poor mans #i really just ruined his life #but it was true love #okay maybe not #but they do love each other #bruce x danny

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skyward-floored · 6 months

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“Hero, what ails you?” - Chapter 3

Last chapter! Thanks for reading (or rereading!) my fic :D

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Link awoke to the sight of a wooden roof over his head, a throat that felt like he’d gargled rocks, and the distinct and unfortunately familiar feeling of being utterly exhausted.

He laid perfectly still for a few moments while he woke up, listening to the sound of his breath rasping in his chest. Trying to ignore the pounding in his head, he stared blearily at the ceiling, but the sensation was too intense to ignore. Link felt completely drained, and was about to let his eyes slide closed again when he realized he wasn’t quite sure where he was. And that he should probably figure that out to avoid any unpleasant surprises in the near future.

So he blinked his eyes open further with a small groan, looking around where he’d ended up.

Based on the walls and ceiling’s slightly weathered state, it looked like he was in Kakariko, probably the Elde Inn if he’d have to guess. He was lying in a surprisingly comfortable bed in his underclothes, with a sheet on top just thick enough to keep him warm but not so much as to make him overheat. The room seemed familiar to Link as well, in fact... this was where Ralis had stayed when he was injured wasn’t it?

“Ah Link, you’re awake!”

Link turned his head the other way to see Renado standing nearby, looking pleased at the sight of him conscious. He gave Link a warm smile, and set down the book he’d been holding.

“You’ve been out for some time, how are you feeling?” Renado continued as he crossed over to the hero’s bedside.

Link went to answer but broke into a coughing fit instead, the reply catching in his throat and making it ache as his breath rattled painfully in his chest.

“Hm. Still getting there.”

Renado pressed a hand over Link’s chest as he continued to cough, then once he’d finished moved it to his forehead. He hummed in satisfaction, then studied Link’s face.

“Your cough is better, much better,” he said, relief evident in his voice. Link wasn’t so sure about that based on what breathing felt like. “You’re improving very well. When we found you I honestly wasn’t sure you were going to pull through, it took some doing to get you stable.”

Link stared at him, confusion making his head hurt even further.

When they’d found him?

What exactly had he been doing before now? He was sure he hadn’t been in Kakariko the last time he’d been conscious, but... how did he get here? Link tried to think back to what he’d been doing before he was asleep, but his mind came up annoyingly blank, still foggy from just waking up.

“Re...” he began, but his voice died out on him. He cleared his throat and tried again, and was pleased when the words behaved somewhat. “Renado, was there... anyone...” Link trailed off, blinking tiredly. “How’d... I get here? Did someone bring me?”

The healer raised an eyebrow at him as he continued his examination.

“You were alone on my doorstep when we found you, with a nasty fever and one of the worst coughs I’ve personally ever seen. Nobody else was there,” he explained gently, peering at Link’s eyelids.

Link frowned.

The last thing he really remembered was the Shade sending him out of the realm where he taught him the hidden skills, then telling him Kakariko would be the ideal spot for him to go. Everything after that was just a haze of coughing and muggy darkness.

And... arms.

Arms that weren’t warm but were comfortable all the same, that held him the same way Rusl used to when he was small and loved being carried about. Gentle, but solid. Safe.

Fatherly.

Link opened his mouth so Renado could check his throat, but only half-focused on whatever it was he was saying. Someone had carried him here, he was sure of it now.

But who?

Renado helped him sit up a little, handing him a cup and telling him to drink while he continued checking him over.

“I assumed you’d managed to get here yourself. Did someone take you?” the healer asked, checking his nose as he began to drink.

Link sipped the water, giving a small shrug. He wasn’t entirely sure what had happened other then he’d ended up here somehow after being with the Shade. And he couldn’t exactly explain him to Renado.

“Hm.”

Renado finished his examination a few minutes later, and told Link that he should get some more rest. Then he left the room, but not before promising to bring some food up in a bit.

The moment the healer left Link’s shadow wavered, and the familiar form of Midna popped up, a hand resting on her hip. She looked down at him, face unreadable, before she flashed him an uncaring smirk.

“Well well, sleeping beauty awakens. All better wolf boy?”

Link couldn’t help the smile that tugged his cheeks. “Getting there Midna,” he rasped, “I’ll be... good to go within a day or two.”

Renado had said at least a week, but Link had always been a quick healer.

Midna looked him over for a bit then nodded to herself. “Good. Sooner you get your behind out of bed the sooner we can go kick Zant’s sorry carcass into oblivion.”

He laughed at that, though it quickly turned into a coughing fit.

Midna jerked like she was about to go to his side, but stopped herself, instead zipping over to a bookshelf as if that was where she’d been headed the entire time. Link watched her scan the shelves and pick a book as he finished hacking, the imp blowing some dust off the thing and studying the cover boredly before chucking it to the side and reaching for another.

“Hey Midna...” he asked as she rifled through the books on the shelf, “how did I get here?”

The shadowy imp stopped digging and stared at him, an eyebrow raised.

“You don’t remember?”

Link shook his head.

Midna snorted, then burst into laughter, clutching her sides as she floated into the middle of the room. “You don’t? Oh you really don’t remember! Spirits that’s hilarious, he gets dragged halfway across Hyrule and owes his life to the guy, but doesn’t even remember him doing it!”

Link watched her cackle, completely unamused. “I don’t exactly see what’s so funny about that,” he rasped.

Midna wiped a tear out of her eye, still chuckling to herself. “Your sense of humor is terrible then.”

Link huffed. “Okay fine. Would you mind telling me who did bring me here?” he asked, crossing his arms. “I’m sure it wasn’t you with those skinny little legs.”

Midna’s laughter finally stopped. “Watch it wolf boy, or maybe I’ll decide to keep it to myself.”

Link rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything else, raising his eyebrows at her in a pleading sort of way. A sigh came from the bookshelf, and Midna floated back over to his bed, rolling her eyes back at him.

She landed by his feet and crossed her arms behind her head as she looked at him, then examined the sheet underneath her.

“It was your mentor guy. That gold wolf you know?” she explained, “He got all un-skeletony then carried you across most of Hyrule Field. Brought you here then left, though he was acting pretty strange the whole time. Kinda clingy. More... emotional, I guess.”

Link stared at her.

The enigmatic skeleton who taught him songs and long-forgotten sword techniques had carried him all the way to Kakariko? He was the one who’s hold had felt so weirdly familiar?

He cared enough for Link to drag him all the way here?

“He— he did?” Link rasped, though if it was from his cough or the shock he wasn’t sure. “He really did? He got... un-skeletony? Since— since when could he do that—“ his voice cracked on the last word, and he broke into another coughing fit, this one going on much longer than the others had.

Midna watched him cough for a minute before finally breaking down and floating up to his side, hesitantly thumping him on the back as his hacking continued.

“Yeah Link, he did,” she said a little quietly, voice oddly serious. “You were in bad shape, so much that teleporting you wasn’t an option. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anyone get that sick before, at one point you weren’t—”

She cut off and looked away.

It took a bit for her to speak again, and when she did, her voice was still unusually quiet.

“You know, I think he saved your life.”

Link’s coughs finally waned, and he leaned back on the pillow, staring exhaustedly up at the ceiling.

He hadn’t even considered the Shade had been the one to carry him here. Sure he was the skeleton’s somewhat-accidental student, but taking him all the way to Kakariko?

The Shade seemed to stick solely to certain spots, only choice locations around Hyrule, and in his own strange realm. He’d never said he couldn’t be in other areas but Link always felt like it was implied, like it was physically more difficult for him to be in the waking world so he limited his time here.

He’d gone against that for Link?

The hero rubbed a hand across his eyes, his headache growing worse. There was a piece of information he was missing here, but he was too exhausted to even try and figure out what it was right now.

He held back a yawn, and felt hands push him down the rest of the way until he was fully laying down. Link’s blanket was haphazardly tossed over him, and he felt his eyelids droop.

“Get some more rest wolf, we’ve got places to be,” Midna said lightly, the sass already back in her voice. “We can talk more tomorrow.”

Link didn’t even hear her. He was already back asleep.

(...)

Link spent the next several days recovering in Kakariko under the watchful eye of Renado, and Luda as well. He felt plenty rested by the third day and decided to get a move on, but the healer immediately stopped him and repeated his orders that he wasn’t allowed to leave for at least a week.

“Link, I’ll tell you straight; you nearly died,” he said sternly, “your body needs to recover much more before you even think about continuing on your way.”

Which was ridiculous because Link felt perfectly fine.

All he had was a bit of a lingering cough, and an on and off headache that bothered him occasionally. Maybe he tired a bit more quickly now too, but it would hardly get better if he just sat around and rested.

So despite the warning, Link repeatedly tried to slip out of the village and get a move on.

But Renado knew him well by now, and had enlisted the help of the gorons and Ordon kids in keeping Link confined. He was never able get past all of them without being seen, his body too weak for him to run terribly far if he was spotted. After an attempt when one of the gorons had to actually carry him back after he’d gone into a particularly severe coughing fit, he’d begrudgingly admitted that maybe Renado had a point.

Even Midna mentioned he might want to wait a bit longer before going, stating that if he left as he was “he’d only make a mess of things,” and he was an idiot for pushing himself again.

He ended up spending a further week and a half in Kakariko recovering.

The extended rest gave him plenty of time to mull things over regarding the Shade and what exactly had happened that night he’d seen him, and though Midna continued to be dodgy about the details, he at least managed to pick up that he had stopped breathing at one point.

And apparently the Shade had gotten it going again.

He still couldn’t quite wrap his head around the fact that he’d been the one to bring him to Kakariko. It was as if his brain just refused to believe it. He just couldn’t equate the stern skeleton who taught him deadly sword techniques with the gentle arms he remembered carrying him here.

But he did know he needed to apologize for having to be carried in the first place.

So once he was finally healthy enough to leave and he bid goodbye to the residents of the village, Link already knew exactly where he’d head first.

(...)

Link dismounted Epona and walked into the clearing where he’d met the Shade last, his heart thudding nervously in his chest.

He’d practically been stumbling the last time he’d been here, stubbornly convincing himself he was healthy enough to learn a new skill. Even despite the voice in his head that had sounded suspiciously like Uli’s reminding him not to push himself.

Link sighed. Looking back on it he felt like such an idiot.

He glanced around the clearing, scanning for the familiar wolf form and red eye of his teacher through the dappled sunlight. He wasn’t quite sure the wolf would even be there, but he was pleasantly surprised to see his gold fur shining in the morning sun, ears perked as he came into view.

Link swallowed and came forward, feeling the wolf’s eye follow him as he walked closer. He reached a certain distance away from the wolf, then pulled out his sword and faced him as he usually did.

A few seconds went by without the wolf doing anything and Link started to sweat.

He’d been so foolish, would the Shade even want to teach him more sword techniques? He’d been such a problem last time, he wouldn’t even blame him if he just left Link standing here like an idiot. He’d certainly deserve it.

But then the wolf growled and leapt at his face, and Link’s world went white.

(...)

He came back to himself gradually, the familiar sensation of what felt like a mist clearing from his head greeting him as he awoke.

Link blinked his eyes open and got to his feet, looking for and spotting the wolf who sat patiently a few feet in front of him. The beast stared at Link for a moment, then howled, changing seamlessly from a wolf to a skeleton.

The Shade stood silently in front of him, all six or so feet of large undead skeleton, and Link felt another wave of nervousness hit.

He swallowed and calmed his racing heart, not even letting the Shade start with his usual greeting before he began to talk.

“I... I want to thank you,” he said, and the Shade silently watched him. “For bringing me to Kakariko. And for... for saving my life. I’m sorry you had to drag me around, I’m incredibly grateful.”

He cleared his throat and ignored the faint urge to cough. “I... I hope I can make it up to you. For your trouble. I apologize for insisting I was fine during the last lesson.”

He bowed his head. “I understand if you no longer wish to pass your techniques on to me.”

Silence settled between them, and Link swallowed, continuing to look at his feet. He flicked his eyes up to gauge the Shade’s reaction, and gulped as he saw that he was merely continuing to stare.

Then he stalked forwards towards him, and Link shrank back, expecting a rebuke.

But he was utterly surprised when instead his teacher settled a gloved hand on his shoulder, giving it an oddly gentle squeeze as he looked at Link.

“I’m glad you are all right,” he said softly.

Link fully raised his head and blinked at him in astonishment.

“It does me good to see you on your own two feet again,” the skeleton continued, “and you do not need to repay me, nor apologize for my involvement.”

The Shade closed his good eye. “I would do it again in a heartbeat.”

Link could only gape.

Then his manners kicked in and he gave the Shade a grateful nod.

“It was foolish for you to let yourself deteriorate to the point of sickness, but you’ve certainly learned your lesson,” the skeleton continued with what Link swore was a hint of amusement. “I said I would wait for you, and I have. You are healthy enough now to learn the next skill I presume?”

Link nodded, looking the skeleton steadily in the eye.

There was still an unsolved puzzle about the Shade he had no answer to, something that connected him and Link closer then just the bond of teacher and student. But Link had time to figure it out. His quest was far from over, and the Shade still had several techniques to pass on.

He’d figure it out someday.

“Then, enough time has been wasted. Let us proceed with the lesson,” the Shade proclaimed, drawing his weapon with a hiss of steel. Link drew his own, getting into a ready position as the skeleton drew back.

The Shade turned and raised his sword, his one eye glinting almost fondly at Link.

“You have a kingdom to save.”

And Link smiled, raising the Master Sword in return.

#legend of zelda #twilight princess #loz tp #hero’s shade #link #midna #loz midna #fic #hurt/comfort #sickfic #legend of zelda fanfiction #writing from the floor #and because the entire reason I’m crossposting these is because someone reported a jokey tag I had on it on ao3 #here is the jokey tag:#if you ship them I’ll break your kneecaps they’re RELATED #which is apparently severe harassment by ao3 standards??? bruh #anyway thanks for reading <3

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iciatheguardess · 5 months

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[HEAVY TW for: explicit descriptions of bl00d, g0re, a kn!fe, sewing w0unds with thread and other things of that nature]

[Disclaimer: the first aid you see in this post is WRONG! WRONG WRONG WRONG!!! Do not pull a knife out of your upper stomach like her. Get a professional to do it instead. Half the things Icia does here is very wrong and would likely get her killed or make the wound infected irl. Do not follow her example.]

Icia staggers into her house, heaving for air. Her blood pulses and stains her dress, as she clutches the area. Deep red pools over her hands like a sickening dye. Icia can already feel herself getting lightheaded just from looking at it, uneven splotches of ice crackling under each step.

There isn't anyone around who can help. Pyx is way too far to go to. Lance and Raina... God knows where they are- hopefully just not stabbed. Starro is busy in the circus for a large upcoming performance.

She has no one to look to but herself.

Icia heaves herself to the sink, pulling herself onto the counter. The pressure makes the blade shift, causing her to swallow a scream, but she still manages to yank her cape and now-destroyed dress off to make her body lighter, leaving only some now-stained underclothing.

Icia takes the faucet head and aims it at the wound, turning on the water. The cool liquid colliding with the wound is uncomfortable, yes, but not unbearable.

Icia leans against the wall, exhausted and dizzy as the water flushes the wound. She breaks, physically breaks her hair out of its bun before adjusting the sink water to be hot. She sprays her hair with it, melting it all into a jelly-like, gross, unshapen mess. It looks terrible, but is way more comfortable than the bun. Icia could care less how it looks though, as she cools the water down again and resumes flushing the wound (and her bloody hands).

After about 10 minutes she turns off the sink, sliding as slowly as she can to her foot. It's agonizing, but she sucks it up and makes her way to the couch, collapsing with a cry.

"Okay... god... ow..." she mumbles. "I have to get this knife out...."

That's a stupid idea. Icia knows it. But she also doesn't want this to cause more damage inside her... so praying Pyxel never finds out about this, she grabs the first aid kit and stuffs the surrounding area with gauze.

Guess she can't be too worried about what damage she'll do, given the strange anatomy of digital avatars. If this was real life, who knows how long ago Icia would have died...? She surrounds the knife with gauze, syncing her breathing with a simple tune stuck in her head.

Finally, she uses one hand to press against the gauze tightly around the knife, and the other to grasp the knives handle. She gets ready to scream.

"3... 2... 1."

Icia pulls the knife out about an inch. A yell of agony escapes her, followed by a very loud and censored but well-deserved curse. Her breathing is fast and shallow as she holds the knife steady. The gauze is already sopping up blood, and she readies herself again while squeezing tighter.

"Slower..." Icia whispers to herself. Silvery tears run down her cheeks. "Okay... okay, just a bit more... 2... 1...."

And she pulls again, though much slower and this time she doesn't stop. Icia resists the urge to buck around in pain, like an animal being operated on. She even grabs a stuffed animal and bites hard, moaning sobs of pain escaping her. The knife continues to slide out of her stomach... 1 inch, then 2, then 3, and so on.

Finally, the tip of the knife says farewell to the wound. Icia heaves in relief and nausea, immediately grabbing a handful of more gauze and holding it over her injury. It continues to bleed, even with enough pressure to feel torturous.

Icia cries out, sitting up. This wound... it feels way, way deeper than it looked- the knife was about 10 inches deep in her upper stomach. Gauze isn't gonna stop this alone... maybe going to Pyx really would have been the better choice, despite the traveling distance.

But Icia almost thinks of this wound and her improper care of it as something she has to do, alone. A trial, in a way. She leans forward, letting the wait fall back to her leg as she looks up at the stairs... she really, really, really, REALLY doesn't know if she can make it up them. She's already so dizzy it's nearly blinding.

The sewing kit is next to her closet, on her vanity. That's about... 25-ish steps there, 25 back. Each slow step is agonizing.... so Icia does something incredibly idiotic (Girl, you gotta stop) and makes a beeline for her stairs, fueled on adrenaline and searing pain.

Grabbing the kit takes about 15 seconds total, but each second feels distorted and loopy as she falls back onto the couch. Blood pools down her front due to disregard for keeping pressure on the wound and therefore left a bloody shuffle print that mixed with the obvious trail of ice up the stairs. Time is running out. (Mod, hurry this up.)

Icia wastes only a second to catch her breath before threading a needle and sliding the blood-filled mass of gauze off her stomach. It's not bleeding as heavily, but the fact more fluid oozes out with every breath terrifies Icia quite a bit more.

She sinks the needle into her skin and out the other way. Then she does it again.

Sewing skin feels awful and thick compared to clothes, though far less painful than anything she's done yet. Icia vows to never do this again unless she absolutely has to, as she watches her hands weave over and under the gaping wound. And when it pulls, she feels the thread tightening and nearly gets sick once again as it pulls the wound closed uncomfortably. It certainly doesn't look pretty either, which adds to Icia's queasiness.

With the last of the gauze, Icia holds more pressure to the wound. At this point she doesn't even know how much time has passed. Her hair is broken and melted. She's almost fully bare, making her shiver for the first time in what feels like her whole life. Tears stain her cheeks.

But finally, a tiny ray of hope.... at long last, the bleeding stops. And thank God, that was the very last of the gauze she applied. Icia sighs, using a triangular cloth bandage to wipe away the excess blood then a wrap to secure the dressings in place. She wraps around herself a number of times before snapping the wrap off from the roll and securing it... and heaves a heavy sigh.

Her dress is destroyed.

Her hair is a jelly, uncomfortable mess.

There's bloody trails and stains everywhere.

The pain isn't intense, but God is it awfully teasing.

She's so nauseous from the sights, sounds, feelings, and smells that doing anything other than raising an arm makes her gag.

She can't tell if that's saliva or blood dripping from where her mouth should be.

She feels so, so... cold. For the first time that she can remember, Icia feels genuinely cold. She's shivering violently, maybe from blood loss or maybe from leaving her only two insulating clothes by the sink. Icia carefully pulls a blanket towards her and puts it around her shoulders... better than nothing.

And just like that it's over. She's not bleeding. She's not in danger. She's sickly and ill and definitely needs to rest a while, but she's okay.

Icia closes her eyes, with quiet sobs escaping her. It's over.... she thinks. And over is perfect for her right now.

[Hope you liked this, I've been working VERY hard on it. I'm proud of this!]

[This will also delay Starro's intro bc she needs time to recover so... yeaaaaaaa thx elsie :)]

#taocc #elsie you better be satisfied with this #this is what you get #heheheh #tw g0re #frozenblade

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raspberrysunshinebby · 1 year

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Two Choices

Chapter 10

Pairing: Eris x reader x Azriel (not rlly)

Summary: The future wife of Eris never cared much for mating bonds, she had spent years in love with Eris and when Beron finally died they could be together. He has full intention to make his love into his High Lady until at a party meant to celebrate Eris’ reign the girl finds herself finding her mate, Azriel.

Warnings: none in this chapter.

A/N: I finally finished it, imma be so fr and start another wip too cause I feel like it. I will finish this series though dw I’m so close to it.

Word Count: 3580

The Inn we’d stayed at was a bit run down, but nothing that bothered me much. I’d stayed at places like this before when Eris and I would sneak around, sometimes meeting up in cabins we’d both owned were difficult considering they technically weren’t ours but our families. Sometimes when we’d felt like Beron was onto us we’d find Inns slightly far away and meet there for whatever. The Inn we’d ended staying at was okay, i mean it wasn’t filled with rats or anything but it wasn’t top-tier. As long as there were no rats I didn’t mind, though.

The Inn didn’t have enough rooms for us all to have our own and we ended up rooming with one person each. I thought about rooming with Corbin but felt like that might be inappropriate, so I instead ended up rooming with Wren. I quite liked Wren, she was strongly opinionated and protective, all qualities I can respect.

When we walked in there were two beds (thank the mother) and a simple bathroom, the one that Wren immediately called. I couldn’t blame her as I couldn’t even imagine what it was like to fly around all day in a court you didn’t know trying to find places to stay and eat, especially in one so fucking hot. I quickly realized she went into there without any clothes, and I didn’t wanna be rude, but I really didn’t want to see her naked. I knocked on the door to ask her if it was okay for me to do it, once I earned her approval I snooped through her bags, grabbing pajamas she’d packed some toiletries and underclothes before passing it to her in the bath. I also quickly realized, I in fact, did not have any extra clothes or anything. I groaned before knocking on the bathroom again, “Hey does Fern have any extra clothes? Or like anything? I really dont wanna get back into these clothes after bathing.”

I think its pretty obvious why I didn’t ask Wren if she had any clothes, you know with all of her clothes having holes for her wings, “Ummmm,” Wren thought for a second, “probably not, just ask Blythe for some money cause Corbin probably needs some too.”

“K bet, I’ll be back in a bit.”

I left the room to head towards Blythes, who was rooming with Corbin thankfully. I was told he’d normally room with Auden in this type of situation but Blythe is still a little mad. I quickly banged on it before Corbin opened the door.

“Hey,” he said looking confused, “whats up?”

I pushed past him to get myself into the room before opening my mouth, “Do you need clothes and stuff? Cause I do.”

Corbin thought for a moment, “Yea I guess so, but I was just gonna borrow from Blythe and Auden.”

“Yea well I can't really do that and I also don't wanna go alone so you're coming, and I need Blythe to give us money for it. Where is Blythe?” I asked.

“Over here.” I heard his deep voice in the corner of the room. I went toward him to see him sharpening a knife in a chair that sat in the corner of the room, “Blythe wanna come with us?” I asked, mainly just wanting to be polite but I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t enjoy his company, because I had never been able to enjoy the comfortable silence I had with him, then with Corbin something about him made me extremely comfortable. Probably because he was the one to get me out of the Night Court and probably saved my life, if not my life than both my mental and physical wellbeing.

“Grab the bag of money in my bag,” Blythe said, carefully wrapping his knife back up and placing it in his pocket. He leaned down to fix his shoelaces as I jumped on one of the beds and went to his bag, while I was digging through it I tried to ignore everything else I found inside it but I quickly noticed a journal in it, I didn’t look into it, just noted it before I grabbed the bag of money and closed the bag. I leaped off the bed and walked over to Corbin, lifting the bag in my hand while shaking it around causing him to giggle a bit, Blythe followed closely behind as we left all together.

Thankfully it wasn’t too late so many shops were still open, well it wasn’t too late here in the Day Court. The day was longer than the night here, around three hours shorter which left more places open for longer, thankfully for us. We entered a shop that had some traveling clothes sitting in the front of it, Corbin went straight to the clothes sitting on the male side, clearly excited to get clothes that are only his and I went toward the female section and searched through different pants and shirts, I didn’t care too much for looks as it wasn’t my money that was being spent and I just wanted something comfortable and able to put up with weather that we’d come across. As I looked and felt a presence behind me, one I quickly realized was Blythe, I turned to acknowledge him before continuing to look.

“You should go for that red one, since you're from Autumn Court it should look good on you,” Blythe said.

I scoffed, “Red looks amazing on me, thank you.” I took a good look at the red one he’d pointed out to me, it was a white lace top under it with a dark red corset and red jacket, black pants and I could just wear the boots I already had with it. “The top looks kind of flimsy though. “ I said, examining it.

“Yeah, but it’ll be good for the warmer courts.” I nodded in agreement to that, “Get a few anyway, different climates and stuff, plus wearing the same clothes everyday sucks.” He said, as he looked at a few outfits for me as well.

I grabbed the one he’d pointed out and continued looking. I felt weird getting multiple and spending his money but he was right. Plus I was paying him to get me to the Winter Court.

My stomach began to feel weird, like anxiety creeping up at me, before my stomach completely turned and my heart began to pound. I gripped onto Blythe to steady myself from the sudden feeling which almost knocked me off my feet. I did my best to steady my breathing as Blythe gripped onto me himself. I'm not sure how Corbin was alerted but he ended up rushing toward me as well. I heard them asking me if I was okay, I tried to respond but I couldn’t and then I finally understood what was happening, I could feel a tug on the bond and then I could smell him.

That fucker was here, probably looking for me. I gripped my shirt with my free handover my heart before looking at Corbin, “He’s here,” I couldn’t bring myself to say Azriel’s name. I heard Blythe say ‘shit’ before pushing me into the back of the store.

“Look at me,” Blythe told me, I looked him in the eyes, “is your side of the bond on?” He asked me, I shook my head no.

“Okay good.” Then he reached for his knife and cut open his hand, which made me want to vomit. He grabbed my neck and covered it with his blood. I allowed him to do it without any protest, mainly because I was doing my best to not ball my eyes out and vomit all over the floor of this poor shop.

Blythe tucked up into a corner as he continued bleeding over my neck while Corbin peaked over some racks to watch the window. Blythe used his non bleeding hand to hold onto my own shaking one, he used his thumb to rub over it while trying to calm me. Corbin ducked from his spot, I could only assume Azriel stood in front of the store, fuck I hoped his shadows wouldn’t find me. Corbin peeked up once more and let out a breath, signaling that Azriel had walked away.

We sat there until I could no longer smell or feel him, it took about ten minutes before it was completely gone and I allowed myself to let go of Blythe's hand, which I now realized I was crutching onto so hard it looked red, and cower myself into a ball. I didn’t hear exactly what was said, only Blythe telling Corbin to go buy the things I picked out and his things and to go buy pajamas for me as well before grabbing me to put me on his back and leaving the store.

I basically just spaced out the whole way, physically I was there but I mentally wasn’t. All I could remember from that night was Wren helping me bathe to get the blood off me and Corbin coming with pajamas. When I opened my eyes I layed in the bed in the hotel room. Instead of it only being me and Wren I sat up and saw Blythe laying on the floor, Corbin laying with him on the floor. I reached my hand to my neck to touch it, well more wipe it, I wanted to see if the blood was still there. I knew they had bathed me but part of me still wanted to check.

I'm not sure why I was surprised when my hand came back clean. Part of me expected that blood would be fresh on my neck and covering my clothes when I woke up. I don't know, maybe my brain just wasn't working properly at the moment.

I got up from the bed as carefully as I could to not wake anyone up. I noticed how I stumbled a bit like my body had grown weaker but I ignored it and pushed through to go into the bathroom. I quietly closed the door before allowing myself to fully breath, I looked in the mirror and saw myself as well, when I looked at myself I was shocked. My eyes were sunken, my face was gaunt, my skin paler than snow and my body skinnier than it's ever been. The part that shocked me the most was the black nightgown I wore, one that reminded me of the night court.

There was no way Corbin would buy me a black nightgown, especially not one so night court. Not when he knew what the night court had done to me and his friends. I stumbled to the door, my body feeling weaker than it's already had, when I put my hand on the door knob I smelt one thing. Blood. I smelt blood.

Panic surged through my body as I opened the door knob, I rushed out of the bathroom almost tripping into the mainroom to make sure the three were okay. “Guys!” I yelled out, not receiving a response.

I saw three bodies lining the floor, the floor covered in blood. I wanted to scream and cry but instead I began hyperventilating, I couldn’t think, I couldn't move. I felt tears falling down my face and my body weaken. I wanted to fall and cry my eyes out but I needed to know the rest were okay, I needed to know Auden, Fern and Oliver were okay, that whatever went through here didn’t take them too. I began to back up, my hands and body shaking before I turned, mother I wish I never turned.

Azriel’s face looked loomed over by shadow, and he stood there bloody, a knife in his hand and his wings sparted out. I choked out a sob and tried to find words, any words, but none came out. Instead I could do nothing but sob.

I looked down at the floor, I realized my dress had changed, a black gown similar to the one I wore in the Court of Nightmares except puffer and baggier, it covered every crevice of my body, every inch of it hidden away. It was obvious who picked it out. I couldn’t move, not my feet, not my arms, nothing.

I felt Azriel’s hand reach to grip the back of my neck and pull me into him as I sobbed, I could hear him making those “shh” noises you make to toddlers when they cry to comfort them, somehow it didn’t comfort me, it only made me cry harder.

“You killed them, you fucking killed them.” I sobbed into his chest, not that I had much of a choice to sob anywhere else. “You slaughtered them, you fucking monster.”

He gripped my hair to make me look up to him, his face was still loomed over, not clear, “They took you, I know they took you. Cause you’d never leave me, right? You’d never leave me right, my pretty mate?” I sobbed harder hearing this, I felt my body give out and if he wasn’t holding me I knew I’d fall onto the ground.

I could feel myself hyperventilating, I couldn't breath and I could barely see from the tears in my eyes. I was pushed onto a bed and when my eyes cleared enough I realized I sat on Azriel’s bed, in Azriel’s room. I looked over to the fire and saw something burning, something red, I looked closer and realized it was multiple things. I gained enough strength to pick myself up and walk toward the fire, my dress felt lighter than the one I wore just a few moments ago. I noticed I now wore a lacy, short nightgown. One that was sheer everywhere except my breasts and the area where my lower body was.

I wrapped my arms around myself and walked to the fire place, I looked at it cautiously before taking note as to what was burning.

I saw articles of clothing, books, accessories and other items all burning inside it, all items were of Autumn Court, all articles were mine. I realized they were all things I’d broughten from the Autumn Court when I moved, all things I’d given to Leilani and her family. I rushed myself toward the fire in some stupid attempt to stop it, even though I wasn’t sure how. I found myself sitting in front of the fire, watching all my things burn.

Tears continued to fall out of my eyes as I reached my hand toward it, slipping my hand into the fire. I tried my best to grab my things, nothing going through my mind but the need to have something so precious toward me back, almost a child-like thought. I could hear Azriel screaming behind me. It sounded like he was begging me to stop but I couldn’t hear it very well as the sound of the flame spreading to everywhere on my body filled my ears. I could hear Azriel’s voice come closer and I thought of attempting to grab me, but at this point I’d been too far in the flames, my body began to melt under it and I could feel my flesh burning. I’d heard stories of how bad it is to burn to death, how painful it was, how you feel utter terror and how you not only die from the fire, but from suffocation. I couldn’t believe how ironic it was that a girl from the Autumn Court would die like this, it almost being unheard of for someone in the Autumn Court to die by fire.

I ignored Azriel’s voice until I couldn’t anymore, and the only reason I couldn’t was because it wasn’t his voice, it was Eris’. I heard Eris’ voice screaming my name, yelling for someone to help me, yelling for a healer as I could feel myself suffocate, the suffocation only got worse now that Eris’ was here, now that he had to see me like this. I moved my hand out of the fire and turned my body to where I heard Eris’ voice. I wished I could see him pass the flames but I couldn’t. Instead all my body could do was collapse onto the ground as my body shriveled up into a burnt mess.

Waking up in the bed of the Inn we’d stayed at was unreal, I felt tears streaming down my face and myself hyperventilating. I pushed myself out of bed and checked the ground, noticing Blythe and Corbin weren’t there like in what I could now assume was a dream. I rushed myself toward the second bed in the room where Wren slept, I didn’t want to wake her and only stood over her to watcher her chest rise up and down from her breathing which ended up helping me calm down some, but the pit in my stomach and my rushing mind didn’t go away, I had stopped crying though.

I rushed myself out of the room and brought myself to the first room where Auden, Oliver and Fern slept. I peered in and saw Auden snoring on a couch in the room. Oliver slept soundly and I could see Fern drooling onto her pillow. I left the room, closing the door carefullying before moving toward the room where Corbin and Blythe slept. I only had to step a few feet before I was at the door and doing my best to quietly open the door.

I peeked my head into the dark room to see if I could see them breathing but their room was much darker than the other one had been causing me to need to step into the room to clear my racing mind and tell it they were all okay. Walking into the room I was painfully aware of my bare feet but pushed through the cold floor to reach them. Corbin's bed was closer to me so I checked his first. Not wanting to wake him I only paid close attention to his chest and watched his chest go up and down. I stayed there for a minute just watching him breathe, something about it calmed me a little bit and then I finally moved on to the last person.

Blythes bed was tucked into the corner of the cozy room and the walk felt so long there, something about the length of it and trying to keep quiet made my heart race. After a few seconds I made it over to his side of the bed where because of how he was positioned I could not see or hear him breathing, which scared the shit out of me. My heart was pounding in my chest. I did something probably stupid. I reached my hand over to his wrist that sat out of the sheets on top of him, I needed to find his pulse to make sure he was okay. I wasn’t sure exactly where it was but I knew it’d be there. I braced myself to touch his wrist, but before I could he grabbed mine and gripped onto it hard, probably assuming I was someone trying to kill him.

I yelped when he gripped onto it, I quickly moved my hand over my mouth and turned to look at Corbin hoping that I didn’t wake him up. Once I saw that he only stirred in his sleep I looked back over to Blythe who looked nothing but confused, “What are you doing?” He asked me, a mix of a question and concern in his voice, his grip on my wrist lightened.

I swallowed, “I just- I wanted to make sure everyone was okay. I’m sorry.” I felt like I looked like a child, looking down at my feet like I’d just broken a window with a ball and was fessing up.

Blythe let go of my wrist and patted the bed to invite me to sit, I followed suit and sat down. “Why did you need to check?” He asked, ”What’s wrong?”

I shrugged my shoulders, looking down at the floor like a child.I played with my fingers as I heard Blythe sigh before he rested one arm around my shoulder. He ruffled my hair a bit before getting up and heading toward the bathroom and quickly coming back with a glass of water, he handed the glass to me before reaching into his bag to grab something that looked like an oil. He walked over to me with it in his hand, “Lay down, just for a second.” He said, I followed, a little confused.

I realized it wasn’t an oil but more of a lotion sort, he rubbed the lotion around my shoulders and added some under my nose, “Oliver sometimes has a hard time sleeping and this is what we like to use on him, sometimes it works on the others too.” He told me, his voice sounding softer. I realized how tense I actually was as my muscles lighten up, once he was down I sat up again, my eyelids felt heavy and I leaned on Blythe’s body. “Just go to bed, okay? We’ll all be here in the morning.” Blythe told me, I nodded to him and moved under his sheets. I felt him tuck me into the bed before moving Corbin’s body over, I heard Corbin groan before Blythe moved into his bed and I’d already passed out.

#Eris #eris vanserra #eris x reader #eris vanserra x reader #acotar #acotar x reader

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jcniper-backup · 3 months

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cannibal class - astarion x f!durge

Chapter Count - 12/25

Fic TWs - Dark Urge-typical violence, Canon-typical Trauma, Mentions of Astarion's Backstory, Additional Warnings in Author's Notes, Blood Drinking

Fic Summary -

They did it. They made it to Baldur’s Gate. Upon arriving, Vaelyn remembers her heritage.

Everyone is supportive, until they aren’t.

How can she defy her father when she was the creator of the Absolute?

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Sequel to: i am hungry (i was born hungry)

prologue

Everyone decided they deserved a break before they got to Baldur’s Gate. There were only two days of walking left for them, and they already knew that there wouldn’t exactly be time to rest when they got there. With Gortash and Orin the Red to deal with, they would have their hands full. Right now was not the time to think about that, though. They were surrounded by beautiful hills that were luckily not too damaged by the Absolute’s army marching through it. All of them were lazing around a rather slow moving river.

Karlach and Wyll had managed to bully Gale into jumping in with them. “Come on, wiz! You could just magic yourself dry later–” The expression ‘magic yourself dry’ sent Gale on a tangent on how there was actually a proper name for the spell and how to do it that was only ended by Karlach splashing Gale in the face. Shadowheart was sunning herself next to the shore, alongside Jaheira. Lae’zel paced the shore back and forth and back and forth. Vaelyn doubted the gith had ever relaxed a day in her life, but she was contemplating it now. Halsin had turned into a bear and disappeared somewhere along the way.

Despite trying to kill him just yesterday, Astarion’s head was currently resting in Vaelyn’s lap. She smiled down at him. “Are you sure you don’t want to join them?” Astarion asked her.

“Only if you go with me. I don’t remember if I’ve ever had to swim before.”

“Ha! Of course. Well, I guess that means we’re both staying dry today.” Vaelyn listened to him sigh, and dimly wondered if he didn’t remember how to swim either. After all, he had been a vampire for two hundred years, and running water was a well-known weakness for them. Would he even have liked swimming in the first place?

From what little Astarion had told her of his life before Cazador, she doubted that he would’ve even dared to get his hair wet. Perhaps that didn’t matter, though. The ability to be able to choose if he swam was taken from him - that was the thing that hurt the most.

Absent-mindedly, Vaelyn raked her fingers through his curls. This earned a rather annoyed sound from him. “Is there any reason you’re doing that or are you just trying to sabotage my hair, darling?”

She glanced back down at him and extracted her hand from his hair. “Sorry.”

“I didn’t say stop.” With a roll of her eyes, she continued. It was a relief, being able to do something soft after what had happened. For most of the day, she had refused to touch him at all, until he petulantly dragged her to a suitable resting spot on the shore and made her sit down so he would have a proper pillow.

You haven’t harmed him.

You’re doing good.

Raucous laughter came from the river. Shadowheart had been bullied into going into the river as well, while insisting in increasingly higher octaves that she couldn’t swim, only for Karlach to put her on her shoulders and insist that she wouldn’t drop her. This must have awoken something in Lae’zel, who was now stripping out of her armor and into her underclothes, following them in as well. “How long do you think it will be before Shadowheart and Lae’zel sleep together?” Vaelyn asked.

Astarion barked out a laugh, “I’m very surprised you picked up on that, darling.”

“I’ve been trying.” After all, these were her friends. She wanted to know what was going on with them. “It’s…still more challenging for me than most other things.”

Emotions were not simple. They were not things she was afforded before the tadpole and this whole wretched journey, that much she was sure of. Under her Astarion sighed, probably irritated that his light-hearted comment turned into a dark turn in her thoughts.

“You’re still thinking about it, aren’t you?” He asked. Before she even said anything, Astarion sat up. “How many times do I need to tell you not to worry about it?”

“You make it sound like worrying about killing you is silly.” Vaelyn hissed. Astarion telling her not to worry about potentially killing him was rich. After all, the reason he sought out this relationship in the first place was for protection. Was he being serious about this now? Was he telling a joke? Vaelyn couldn’t tell. She was too tired and still sore from the day before, and for the first time ever her eyes hurt because she had sobbed in front of him which was mortifying.

“Okay, maybe it’s not silly to worry but you won’t kill me.” He said it with such conviction. “But really, I don’t think you will. You didn’t last night, and I’m sure we’ll figure out what happened before then.”

Vaelyn blinked.

Why was he being so nonchalant about this?

“Do you really think that attempting to hold a knife to my throat would scare me away? I held a knife to your throat once already and then drained you dry a few nights later. Or did you already forget about that?” Astarion cocked his head to the side, clearly waiting for an answer.

“You revived me and I forgave–”

“Then you just would have revived me, and I would have forgiven you. Even if you didn’t, I wouldn’t have held it against you.” The tone of his voice was so genuine that it alarmed her. It made her head reel a little.

“O-okay,” She sucked in a deep breath. Astarion was looking rather pleased with himself.

“Now can we go back to what we were doing, I’ve done enough reassurance for one day.” Vaelyn huffed out a small laugh, letting Astarion fall back into her lap. Her hand resumed the job of giving plenty of pets for him. All of it was rather peaceful, letting her slip into a mindless lull where the only thing she was thinking about was the happy sounds coming from her partner and her friends having fun at the river.

The air around them got a little warmer. Vaelyn watched as Aylin and Isobel emerged from somewhere behind the brush a little further down the shoreline. “I think Aylin’s a little too devoted to Isobel for a third, darling.”

Vaelyn blinked, turning her attention back to Astarion. “What?”

“You’re staring.”

“Can you blame me?”

He thought about it for a minute. “Not really.”

They went back to their comfortable silence. Vaelyn wished that this was all they had to do. If their days just consisted of relaxing in beautiful places like this, her life would be perfect. She didn’t want to think of the people that betrayed her, or the violence that she was predisposed to.

Just this.

This was nice.

#mentions of smut are pretty tame so i think this would be safe for any ace people that want to skip over that #astarion fic #astarion fanfic #astarion x oc #astarion x dark urge #astarion x f!durge #fic tag: cannibal class

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jmagnabo92 · 1 year

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WSB Ch 4 - James’ Devious Plan

Happy Prongsfoot Wednesday!

AO3

James comes up with a devious plan to get Sirius' interest in the physical side of their relationship, which honestly drives Sirius crazy.

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September 3rd, 1983

James smiles as he walks into the lingerie store with Christine. They had decided that the best way to gain their men’s attention is through lingerie. Which is why he’d asked Sirius to watch the kids to that they could go shopping.

Christine spins around in the store, “Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve been without a kid in tow?”

James chuckles at her behavior, “I’m guessing you two haven’t had date nights since Stella was born?”

Christine shakes her head. “I figure that the first few months, even first year, made sense – always tired, never had time, etc. –, but then afterward, he never suggested any dates and I figured maybe he just wasn’t attracted anymore.”

“Hmm-mm, hence this little plan of yours?” James teases.

Christine smiles, “I figure we can start slow… something that could be seen as a normal pair of underwear and slowly get racy.”

“I love the plan,” James grins. “But I can’t say that I’m aware of men’s lingerie and what might be – er – interesting to wear for Sirius.”

“I can help you with that,” a voice behind him says.

He turns and finds a brown-haired girl a bit younger than him with the nametag ‘Michelle’ on her shirt.

James smiles, “You know about men’s lingerie?”

“Not exactly, but I certainly know what I like seeing – maybe this, Sirius, has similar tastes?” Michelle suggests.

“Well, I don’t know exact tastes, but I’m willing try out anything.”

“Then, let’s get started.”

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James is nearly giddy as he looks at the various pairs of underwear he bought that range from just a regular different colored brief cuts to crotchless male panties and everything in between. Some had lace, some covered all of him, some were just straps, some had holes (that could be covered or uncovered) to expose his arse and penis, and some were easily ripped away and made for hot, passionate sex that he wouldn’t even care that he wouldn’t even be able to wear again. He’d even bought a few that were more like mini skirts, just barely covering his arse and easily slid up for easy access.

He felt sexier already and he intended to wear them and roll them out slowly, given Sirius’ desire for their relationship to be on the slow path. Still, he couldn’t wait for the moment when Sirius would see him in them and just pounce.

“Did you enjoy your day out?” Sirius questions, appearing in the doorway, having put Harry to bed.

“Hmm-mm,” James nods. “It was a lot of fun.”

“Never thought you’d be much of shopper – unless it’s for other people,” Sirius teases, knowingly. “I know how much you love to spoil people. Rarely ever bought anything for yourself.”

James flushes. “Technically, what I bought was – was for me.”

“Hmm-mm, and yet…”

James clears his throat as he flushes. “Don’t you want to be surprised?”

Sirius moves closer and James shuts the drawer with the underwear, as Sirius makes it in front of him. He places his hands on James’ hips and leans his forehead against James’. “Uh-huh, and that’s why you’re hiding whatever it is in the drawer? Because you want to surprise me with it?”

“Uh-huh,” James says, nervously. “It’s just – you know – I don’t want to –”

“Relax, James. Just because we share a bed doesn’t mean you have to share everything with me,” Sirius grins. “Just know that no matter what you wear to entice me won’t work until I’m sure we’re ready.”

James blushes. Of course Sirius knows. “How’d you know?”

Sirius laughs, “Your underclothing habits have already drastically changed even after we talked about slowing down and when you’re trying to get a man’s attention, lingerie is usually the way to do it. Hence, you and Christine shopping for ‘private’ things today.”

James swallows. “You’re not mad, are you?”

“Quite the opposite, Jay, I’m delighted,” Sirius says, giving him a kiss. “Still, won’t change anything though.”

James leans back as he eyes him up and down, imagining Sirius’ reaction to James in some of those pairs of underwear, he’s certain that it’ll provoke the reaction he’s looking for. “You really think it won’t?”

“It will certainly provoke a reaction that you’re obviously eager for, but I doubt it’ll make me so eager for sex that we’ll have sex before we’re ready.”

James nods. “You’re a stubborn one.”

“I didn’t make it through years of being attracted to you and not acting on those feelings by accident and luck,” Sirius counters.

James is a bit disappointed, was all of his shopping for nothing? “Does that mean… I shouldn’t try?”

Sirius grins, “I’d love to see you try – I’m actually curious about your efforts so-to-speak. So, go ahead, try and woo me with sexy underwear – I’ll definitely enjoy it.”

James grins, pleased. “Good. I will.”

***

September 17th, 1983

Given that James had asked that he not take a peek into that drawer of underwear, Sirius naturally became oh-so-curious. He’s eager to see some of this devious plan of James’ that will supposedly make him eager enough to drop the whole ‘taking it slow’ thing and ignore his guilty feelings to give way to his lustful feelings.

Unfortunately, James is obviously trying to take him by surprise as he continues to wear just normal if slightly tighter underwear. Sirius knows he bought sexier underwear, so why hasn’t he worn it, yet? Why would he continue showing off the regular underwear that Sirius has already seen?

He continues to wonder this as he watches James with Harry on their jungle gym. His arse looks good in those tight trousers, but he’d still rather be spoiled by seeing the sexy underwear.

“Seems like you’re obsessing now,” Spencer says from beside him. They’re both sitting on the porch with James and Evan help their kids around the jungle gym.

“No – I’m not.”

“Sirius,” Spencer says, giving him a look.

“Oh, fine.” Sirius rolls his eyes. “I know he’s got this devious sexy underwear plan and even though I fully intend to be good and not have sex until I’m sure he’s ready to be with me, I still want to see him in them – I am a visual person… I can’t help the curiosity,” Sirius states.

Especially since he’d had many, many fantasies of James in all sorts of lingerie. He can’t help wondering if James had any idea of the types that would grab Sirius’ attention the best and once James starts showing them off, Sirius could potentially have real fantasies of James in lingerie that he actually owns and bought for Sirius’ viewing pleasure.

Spencer laughs, “Didn’t you want him to take things slow – shouldn’t you be happy that he’s forgoing trying to seduce you?”

Sirius gives him a look. “Probably, but it’s driving me crazy, honestly.”

“Maybe that’s the point.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean – you know his supposed plan, right?” Spencer asks, and Sirius nods. “Well, what if that was the plan? You find out about the underwear and spend the next several days, weeks, or months – however long it takes for you to cave – thinking about nothing else until you cave and have sex.”

Sirius narrows his eyes, “James isn’t that devious.”

“But it’s possible, isn’t it?”

“I suppose. Guess I’ll have to wait and see.”

***

Hours later, James can’t help grinning as he turns around to find Sirius leaning against the doorway to their bedroom. He’s currently undressing for bed (he’d been careful over the last few weeks to be little bit more covered as part of his oh-so-devious plan).

His plan involves driving Sirius crazy by having him know that James has sexy underwear that is meant for Sirius’ eyes only, and yet, not actually wear them. At least not until Sirius is ready to pounce the second that he does. In the meantime, he plans to absolutely spoil Sirius the same way he did with Lily.

Certainly, he’ll realize how much James loves him and be willing to step up their relationship. James can’t wait for that to happen.

James eyes Sirius, noting that he’s looking a bit disappointed that James is standing in looser pants and the not the sexy underwear that they both know he owns. Clearly, his plan is working.

“Harry go down all right?” James asks.

“Hmm-mm,” Sirius nods. “I just came to see if …”

“If what?” James prompts.

“If you were going to – to join me for a night cap?” Sirius asks, looking that it was very much not going to ask that.

James smiles, “I actually have a present for you, but I want it to be a surprise – meet you in the sitting room?”

Sirius grins, eyes lighting him in the way that tells James he’s probably thinking it’s a pair of those sexy underwear as the surprise. “Sure, Jay. I’ll be waiting.”

Sirius turns and walks to the sitting room, while James grins and finds the wrapped present in the closet. Sirius is going to be so surprised especially if he’s expecting underwear.

It only takes a minute for him to be in the sitting room and seeing his delightful boyfriend trying to act nonchalant as he sits on the couch in his normal spot.

James moves beside him and offers him the present, “Hope you like it.”

Sirius looks surprised. He glances between the box and James’ pants confused.

“What’s wrong, Si?”

Sirius tears his eyes away from James’ pants covered cock to his eyes. “Nothing, er, what’s this for?”

James smiles, “As if I need a reason to spoil you. Open it.”

Sirius smiles and quickly opens it to see tickets to the next David Bowie concert at the end of the month. “You bought me concert tickets?”

James grins, knowing that he’s pleased. “Yes. I heard you talking about the concert with Spencer last week and I figured it didn’t hurt to check if there were still seats available.”

Sirius grins and gives him a kiss so passionate that he knocks him onto his back on the couch. James could feel how interested Sirius is given that he slides between James’ legs on top of him. It’s a shame that Sirius is still fully dressed.

He pulls back looking to James’ eyes, “Wanna be my date?”

James laughs, “You think I’d let you date someone else?”

Sirius chuckles, “No, just thought it was proper to ask. So, date?”

“Absolutely,” James grins, “But only if you promise me a hot and heavy snogging session afterward.”

Sirius checks and kisses him again, “How about I give you one right now?”

“Even better.”

***

September 30th, 1983

Convinced as he is of James’ devious plan, Sirius is sure that James’ll be wearing some sort of sexy underwear tonight, especially given the teasing request for a hot and heavy snogging session – something Sirius is thrilled to comply with, even if it means that he’ll have to wank on his own as soon as he can sneak off.

Sirius had been thinking about what James might be wearing underneath his trousers every day ever since that shopping trip and every day he’s been disappointed, but not tonight.

He’s so sure that James is up to something with this special date as he had dressed up, bought him sweets and flowers, then he’d taken Sirius to a dinner before the concert, plus he’d made the request for a snogging session afterward. He even reaffirmed that they would be enjoying some after date fun in the form of the snogging session.

Being so gentlemanly and honestly, a fantastic date – only meant one thing: he’s up to something.

Hopefully that something has to do with the sexy underwear he’s been itching to see.

He honestly can’t wait for it.

Luckily, as soon as they return home and check on the sound asleep Harry, wave off Spencer for the night (who gives him a wink), James is on him, panting between kisses, “You… promised… snogging.”

Sirius hums into the kiss and breaks off ever so slightly, “And you’ll get it…” He unbuttons James’ shirt, “Just as soon as…” His hands drop to his belt, ripping it off, “I get these clothes…” He unbuttons the trousers, “Off,” he finishes as he jerks the trousers off leaving James in just his pants.

Sirius leans back to admire them, only to see that they’re still his regular pants. Still somewhat tighter than the pants James had worn only a few months back, but not the sexy underwear he’d been hoping for. Just plain black pants.

“You like?” James questions, teasingly. “You know if you want – you can take them off, too.”

He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, but Sirius shakes his head, “Just kiss me.”

“Gladly.”

***

James can’t help grinning as he cuddles into Sirius later. His plan is working, he’s sure of it. Sirius had thoroughly enjoyed his date tonight and had clearly been eager to see some sexy underwear. The kind that James is itching to wear but trying to be patient. He has to time this just right.

Sirius will come to him, eventually, he just knows it.

Meanwhile, he can just enjoy watching Sirius eagerly undress him to his pants (while snogging him passionately), only to be slightly disappointed. As long as it doesn’t take away from his enjoyment of snogging, which it didn’t, there’s no harm in his devious plan. If anything, knowing how badly Sirius wanted him in the sexy underwear, he’d bought specifically for Sirius’ eyes only, actually intensified his enjoyment.

He’s having so much fun with this devious plan of his… and it’s not over, yet.

#Sirius Black #James Potter #Prongsfoot #Prongsfoot Wednesday #Rebuilding Series #Sirius/James #Sirius Black/James Potter

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AS SAID BY FENRIS * assorted dialogue from dragon age ii

you should really post some guards outside, considering all the trouble you get into.

always a pleasure.

how much do you wish to test that luck of yours?

it seems you have won the day. well done.

why must you go on about this?

i can do that, if you wish.

i am alone.

is this going anywhere?

do you want to guess what color my underclothes are again?

you’re squandering something you don’t understand.

you do not like your name?

i felt like a fool. i thought it better if you hated me.

nobody asks for their fate.

oh. that. it’s... a talent.

it was better than anything i could have dreamed.

do not make light of this. leaving was the hardest thing i’ve ever done.

whatever you need, i am ready to assist.

the true character of any city is found among its poor.

i enjoy following you.

i didn’t come here to burden you further.

we have never discussed what happened between us three years ago.

is there no one else who has your attention?

you wound my pride with such accusations.

break their heart, and i will kill you.

you keep staring at me. is it my eyes again?

you are more naive than i thought.

did i hear correctly?

that is my hope as well.

i don’t want your pity.

i needed to be alone.

that night... i remember your touch as if it were yesterday.

i shouldn’t trouble you with this. my problems are not yours.

how is it you get into these situations so often?

you did the right thing. many would turn a blind eye.

you do not want to know the answer to that.

i don’t know. it’s just something people say.

you have an entire story written in your head already, don’t you?

a shame that you are going to die, no?

i should have asked for your forgiveness long ago. i hope you can forgive me now.

from what i gather, you like a lot of things.

you wish to do this here? in front of everyone?

i’ve never spoken about what happened to anyone.

why are you watching me like that?

i remain at your side.

i may not get a chance to say this again.

nothing could be worse than living without you.

thank you for asking me to come along.

perhaps this is what it means to have a friend.

i suggest keeping your distance.

if there is a future to be had, i will walk gladly into it at your side.

we need to stop and rest when we’ve a moment.

this ground is cursed. only wretched or ignorant souls would linger here.

i cannot imagine what it must be like to lose your family. anything i could say would be insufficient. i’m sorry.

i have never allowed anyone too close.

forget i said anything.

meeting you was the most important thing that ever happened to me.

it’s so wonderful having my personal business as someone else’s sport.

well... at least i’m not dead.

you were never ordered to kill?

does it bother you? should i stop?

promise me you won’t die.

do not bare your heart to me, unless you would have me rip it out.

is that a compliment of an insult?

do you intend to go after me, then?

it is always good to be at your side.

thanks for getting rid of them.

i imagine you imprisoned them?

you have my thanks.

i am yours, as always.

the smug sense of superiority does give you away.

you caught them, then?

there you are. were you hurt? what happened?

i can’t bear the thought of living without you.

i don’t know what to say, but i’m here.

surely you can’t hope to best me.

i am yours.

we should move on.

i could ask you the same thing.

i just... am pleased to see you, that’s all.

you are looking for forgiveness, but i’m not the one who can give it to you.

they say death is only a journey. does that help?

i stand ready.

shall we end this quickly?

another battle is upon us.

you frightened me.

to be honest, i see no point in filling these moments with empty talk.

my wounds need attention.

before we found you, there was a moment when i... don’t do that again.

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Chapter 2: Where it All began

(TW: slightly suggestive material. Also (a/n note at the end) not prof read or edited.

Ch.1 ch.3

It had been a few hours since you and Victoria had stared getting ready, the only problem being you were only in your underclothes and robes. You had been spending that time talking an laughing rather then actually getting dressed which wouldn’t normally be a problem if you didn’t have to leave in about half an hour. Ralph had already been up a handful of time to tell you both you need to hurry up, after the 5th time of him barging in you finally had enough

Before he even had the time to open the door you swung it open in nothing but your underwear ready to tell him off.

“Ladies if you cou-“

“Will you stop! The more you yell at us to get ready the longer we’re going to take just to spite you!”

Normally after you said something like that Ralph would have a comment to make along the lines of the importance of timeliness and how it affects people perspective of you, but you were only met with a shocked face. Mouth agape, red from his neck to his ears, and eyes fixated on your breast. It took a moment till you realized why he was stuck in a trance, you just knew you had to use this in your favor.

“What is it Hades? Never seen a women’s undergarments before?”

That comment knocked him out of his trance and he was trying to look anywhere but at you.

“(Y/A), you should cover up it’s not proper for me to see you in your underclothes.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as a curd laugh left your chest, The fact he had the audacity to tell you what was and want proper had you seething with anger.

“And why is that? It’s not like we aren’t going to be married one day. You know that means you’ll be seeing me in a lot less that just my underwear.”

And with that you slammed the door in his face Turing back around to Victoria who had actually started getting dressed in that time. Looking up at you from the Mirror she was doing her makeup but she seemed to have a look about her.

“What is it you have to say. I can practically see it dripping from your mouth”

“Why is it you hate me brother so much?”

If you were being honest you weren’t expecting that question to come got her so you just stood there staring at her like a Buffon.

“Don’t get me wrong, I understand the Idea of an arranged marriage isn’t ideal an believe me I wouldn’t have it for myself, but you used to be head over heels for Ralph and so excited to marry him, but then one day it all changed, why is that?”

If you were being honest a lot changed but only one reason really stood out on why you hated him.

“Well you remember the disaster what was my 8th birthday party. I guess that was kind of the beginning of the end.”

And that was it. Victoria gave you one finally look before tell you to hurry and get dressed otherwise you would go beyond being fashionable late. You understood why she didn’t say anything else about that day. It was one of the worse times of your life, and her being the good friend she was knew when to leave things be, and you appreciated that. Any other person would of continued to pry into the topic, but not your Victoria, never your Victoria.

After sometime had passed one final loud knock interrupted your and Victoria comfortable silence. ”I hate to keep interrupt but we were supposed to leave about 30 minutes ago, and we are now Officially late to our own party. So if you ladies could wrap it up, that would be great.”

Once you were finally dressed and ready to head out you gave Ralph a look before whispering into Victoria ear an laughter, this was straw that broke the Camels back for Ralph

“must you, two, always insist on getting ready together? It always leads to us being late, and it's pretty annoying,” Ralph huffs out; as you all make your way To the automobile.

Victoria couldn’t help but gasp at the ridiculous statement made by her brother, “Ralph, you know (y/a) and I must get ready together,” hitting him in the arm in the process, causing him to wince in Pain. You couldn’t help but laugh at the whole thing.

You and Victoria had always gotten ready for parties together as long as you both could remember; it was a tradition at this point, and she swore that if you didn’t, it would lead to a ‘devastatingly boring party,’ and who are you to argue with tradition?

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(Heyyyyyy guys how are you? Good? Good. Well I’ve been M.I.A for a while and the answer to that is ✨depression✨ and not just the seasonal stuff, oh also I was an extra in a movie! So that was fun. But im back an have the next chapter done already an will be post that later today at noon! Have fun right? Well please forgive me for being lazy an sad but im back now 🫡 also I have like been having a really hard time with this chapter as it was mostly a filler for the next part and some of the other chapters it nothing important. But chapter 3 and 4 will be V interesting and exciting. If you want a character break down soon I’ll be happy to do that! Also I have a original story/screenplay I want to post so please let me know if you would be interested in that too!)

#jospeh quinn #timewasters #joseph quinn × reader #ralph timewasters #ralph timewasters × reader #stranger things #timewasters 2017

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What Else is Family For? - Banter update

Summary: The companions comment on Ellana's choice of romantic partner.

Cassandra: Inquisitor, you and Solas… you have become close.

Ellana: I suppose we have. …Is that a problem?

Cassandra: Oh! No! I know that being the Inquisitor has not been easy. I am glad that you have found someone to share your burdens with.

Ellana: Thank you. I am too.

Varric: So Violet, I was passing by the rotunda last night and I saw the most interesting thing. Chuckles laughing . Teeth and everything. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?

[if Solas is in the party]

Solas: I am perfectly capable of gaiety, Master Tethras. I simply see no need to perform it to other people’s satisfaction.

Varric: No shit. Never would have guessed. That constant scowl of yours just screams happiness. It’s practically infectious.

Varric: So what was it that got our cheery friend here to crack?

Ellana: Uh, well. [laughs nervously] It wasn’t anything particularly interesting.

Varric: Sure, sure. That blush is just because of the heat.

Ellana: I just told him a story. Stupid stuff from when I was younger. It’s really not that interesting.

Varric: [chuckles] If you say so, Violet.

Blackwall: Solas, you and the Lady Inquisitor have been spending quite a lot of time together.

Solas: She is an intelligent woman with a curious mind. It benefits us both to combine our efforts in researching solutions for our current predicament.

Blackwall: Ah yes, that’s what I saw the two of you doing in the library. Research. A question, then, if you will.

Solas: I am going to regret this, aren’t I?

Blackwall: Nonsense. I was simply wondering what mysteries of the Fade you had discovered at the back of the Inquisitor’s throat. You seemed to be trying very hard to get there.

Ellana: [coughs]

Solas: That is none of your concern.

Blackwall: I thought you liked questions about the Fade, Solas! Can’t a man be curious? If I’d have known you could learn about magic like that I might’ve listened harder.

Ellana: If anyone needs me, I’ll be looking for a lake to jump into.

The Iron Bull: So Boss, you and Solas, huh?

Ellana: Sera already beat you to the obvious jokes. And some of the not obvious ones.

The Iron Bull: Who said anything about making jokes? I’m happy for you two.

The Iron Bull: Though, I have to wonder: why Solas? You could have had your pick of anyone. Why bald and broody?

Ellana: I hadn’t realized the Qun was so interested in my romantic inclinations.

The Iron Bull: Oh yeah. Who you want to fuck says a lot about a person.

The Iron Bull: See, you need someone to help lighten the load, make Inquisiting a little easier in the off hours. But sex doesn’t do it for you normally, so you can’t just have a fuck buddy.

The Iron Bull: You pick someone like Solas - shows you want a challenge. You’ve got no interest in being pandered to. You’re smart, aren’t looking to be impressed by appearances, and stubborn enough to put up with his bullshit.

Ellana: And the bit the Qun really cares about?

The Iron Bull: You think you can fix everything and beat yourself up about shit you’ve got no control over. Not that I didn’t read that from day one, but sharing a bedroll with that guy says something about just how deep that runs. You might want to talk to someone about that actually.

Ellana: And here I thought Varric was the one to watch when it comes to telling the world about my psyche. Who needs his books when you’ve got a Ben-Hassrath?

Ellana: Whoever’s reading your letters must be getting all the juicy gossip. Probably knows the color of my favorite underclothes too.

The Iron Bull: Black. Classy. Sexy without being showy.

The Iron Bull: But don’t worry, they’re on a need-to-know basis. The details aren’t as important as the big picture. No reason for the Arishok to know the Inquisitor likes having handles. That’s just between you and me.

Ellana: [groans]

The Iron Bull: [laughs]

Cole: Free, falling, feeling again and feeling for the first time. Frightened of what it all means for before and for now, frightened he doesn’t feel the same way.

Ellana: Cole, you don’t need to do this.

Cole: Things come easier to him in the Fade. Shows himself in more memories and moments.

Cole: But he smiles louder, now. His pain is quieter, calmed with a quick smile.

Cole: He likes being with you too.

Ellana: Alright, spit it out.

Dorian: Whatever do you mean?

Ellana: Because you’re saying nothing about how my hair is flying around my face for absolutely no reason. You do know you make the air staticy when you’re trying not to say something, right? You really should work on that.

Dorian: You Southerns make everything so much more difficult than it needs to be. Come to Minrathous one of these days, you’d hardly notice it. I could keep a secret for months, and you’d never know.

Ellana: Dorian.

Dorian: Fine, but don’t say I didn’t try.

Dorian: Solas? Really? All the eligible men and women of Thedas would fall to your feet for the chance to kiss your pinkie finger, some of the ineligible ones too, and you pick the unwashed apostate?

Ellana: You’re just not my type, Dorian, what can I say.

Dorian: I knew you were too good to be true. Brilliant, charming, talented, good heart. I just knew you had to have some great flaw. But to think it was this? Poor taste? We’re doomed. I should just hand myself over to the Venatori and be done with it all.

Ellana: [laughs] You’ll survive, I promise.

Dorian: I’m not so sure of that.

Vivienne: There have been whispers that you have taken a paramour, my dear. In Skyhold and beyond. I do hope you are prepared to manage the consequences.

Ellana: I can handle some gossip, Vivienne. I’ve been doing that since the moment I stepped out of the Fade. But I’m not about to let what some noble in Orlais thinks stop me from spending my time with who I want.

Vivienne: If you are happy, then I am happy for you. It is rare enough to find someone you can confide in in this world, let alone when you carry the responsibility you do.

Vivienne: But love is a powerful thing, darling. Take care that you do not find it used against you.

#then she put pen to paper #my writing #ellana lavellan #solavellan #dragon age #hi enjoy half of the companions going 'really? him?'#it's my birthday in about 10 minutes my time #enjoy the ridiculousness

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teenagedirt · 1 year

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Kissing in cars (9)

Chapter 9- surprise

Warning: reference to s3x

I slowly creep over to the knife block and slide a large knife out and grip it tightly, trying to control my breathing. I peek around the corner and see vic crouching trying not to laugh. "WHAT IN THE KENTUCKY FRIED FUCK IS GOING ON" I yell as a drop the knife,the metal clashes on the floor.

"Shit you scared me y/n" he says grabbing his chest.

"I SCARED YOU?YOU SCARED ME" I yell and then bust out into laughter. Then It hit me, Vic is supposed to be in Texas, why is he home. He walks over to the couch and plops himself down. "Hey,lover girl, come here I gotta question for you" still processing everything I walk over to the couch and lay down,my head in his lap.

"Whats up pretty boy" I say smiling up at him.

"Well I was wondering, if maybe you would like to come on tour with me, there's always an extra bunk, or you can share with me." I hear his sweet voice say. My face stretches in a wide smile.

"really?" I ask, even though I know the answer.

"Yes of course" he grin wider.

"Well you said I could share a bed with you,I would love that" I pause for a second thinking of what to day next "I mean we've been sleeping in the same bed for a month now" he smiles.

"I'm glad, but you might wanna start packing we for real have to leave tomarrow. I nod and sit up in my elbows and slide myself off the couch. Vic gets up as well. I look deep into his brown eyes,

"I don't think you realise how much this means to me" I say. Back when A flair for the dramatic came out and Vic started to travel for events and such I wanted him to invite me, but he never did. Now three years later it's finally happening. " Well I don't think you know much you mean to mean darling" my face heats up quickly. "Better get going sweetheart,no time for procrastination" I nod and walk to my room,Vic following closely. I rummage through the bottom of my closet to find my suitcase. When I finally find it I only it out and open it on the floor. I sit next to it to make sure it's empty. I scoot myself over to my dresser and grab random pajamas, knowing that it won't matter anyway. Vic stands leaning on the doorframe.

"Are you just going to stand there looking hot" he smirks at me,and sits down next to me laying his hand on my upper thigh. I breath deeply inhaling his scent. I fold every thing I've pulled out and neatly placed it in the bottom of the suitcase. Since I've been wanting to do this for such a long time I've wanted to come with him for such a long time I have everything I would wear planned out. I grab the outfits and fold them and place them.

"You do this way quicker than I do" Vic says staring down into the half full suitcase.

"Well, I'll let you in a small secret, I've wanted to come come you since you started traveling for events, so I planned everything out just I case" his mouth opens his mouth in shock.

"Honey, why didn't you just ask" he asks and stands up to face me. I sigh, why didn't I just ask?

"I guess I would have felt bad for it, I would have felt as if I invited myself." I say now looking down at the floor. He steps closer to me. He places his hands on the sides of my face and tilts my head up so my eyes meet his.

"Darling, next time just ask. It's not inviting yourself. When I would leave I always thought you didn't want to go, I would loved it if you went."He says. Then closing the gap between us with a deep passionate kiss. He pulls away to breath and I grab his chin and bring him closer and peck him on the lips. I step away and go back to my dresser to go all the underclothes I will be needing. I mentally check off everything I have. I walk across the hall to our shared bathroom and open my drawer and grab my deodorant,perfume, and makeup. I open the cabinet and grab some hair ties and my hairbrush. I take them back to my room and gently throw them on my bed. Vic watches me from the floor eyeing my body as I move. I go back to the bathroom and grab shampoo and such. When I have everything ready to go I walk back into my room. Vic had a very suspicious look on his face,

"hey pretty boy why are you looking at me like that" he laughes under his breath. "That outfit looks nice but I'm sure it'll look better on my bedroom floor" I laugh. "It my clothes already have been on your bedroom floor" he laughs softly. "true" he says. His stomach grumbles.

"You hungry love" I ask. He nods and I grab his hand and lead him to kitchen. He leans on the counter, putting his weight on his elbows. He watches me as I cook for him.

"yknow you would make a really nice housewife" he says as I'm bringing him how plate.

"I'll be your housewife" I say pecking his cheek . He may think I'm joking but I'm not. When me and Vic met in high-school I had the biggest crush on him, I planned our wedding before I even met him, I would love to marry him. He laughs, I snap out of my thoughts as I hear him talking.

"You planning the wedding in there" he asks playfully tapping his forehead. I laugh it off, he wasn't completely wrong. I sit at the kitchen island beside him, we eat in comfortable silence. When we were both done I take our dishes to the sink.

"I'm going to go change and probably watch a bryanstars interview or some shit".

vic laughes, "isn't that basicly apart of your daily routine" I scoff,

"I don't like Bryan he gives me the creeps but I like the people he interviews"

"fair enough" I walk to my room, I open the dresser and pull out a plain black tanktop and a pair of gray sweats and let them hang low on my hips. I grab a blanket and my computer and make my way to the couch. Vic is already laying when I walk over.

"So you want to watch the interviews with me?" I ask Joy creeping up inside me.

"Yeah why not" I gently lay down on him and cover us both in the blanket and open my lap. As we wait for it to boot up, Vic wraps his hands around my waist and places his head on my shoulder. When I open youtube and click on an interview he moves his focus to the screen. We fall asleep together, but tonight I don't have the nightmare, I sleep soundly in his arms.

I awaken to Vic's alarm blaring in his room. "Shit" I groan and push myself off him. I shut off the alarm. I shake his arm "Vic" I get a snore in response. "Fuck" I decide to change the try again. I put on one of Vic's hoodies and some of his sweats. I drag myself back to the living room. "Baby, your alarm went off" his face ascrunchea and and he opens his eyes. He sighes and gets up. "I hate mornings" he groans, I grab my stuff and drag it to the living room. I open the fridge to grab a couple monsters. One for me, the other for vic. I open my and basicly chug it. I set on the counter. I walk to the bathroom, brush my teeth and throw my toothbrush and toothpaste in the suitcase. Vic walks back into the living room holding his phone and keys. " yeah" I say,he grabs his monster on the way out. He locks the door behind him. We make our way to his car. We load our things into his car and drive to the airport. I hate waking up early but it's worth it.

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bhaalbabebardlock · 4 months

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Daises On My Nightstand

Chapter 7- Something Like Heaven

Masterpost

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Summary: Ilara thinks about things the night before they head out to Moonrise to face Ketheric.

Short chapter, some light smut at the end.

She was so tired. She just wanted to curl up and sleep for a few days, but of course that wasn't possible. She pinched the bridge of her nose, and took a deep breath. It was enough that she and her companions had had to search the shadowlands for Thaniel, but now they had to kill Ketheric too?

She thought back to a couple of days ago when they had snuck into Moonrise- when Ketheric had known her. And her head remained ever blank, the smooth canvas that was her past drifting like sand through her fingers. She had become... Visibly agitated. She was short with her companions the rest of that day, asking Astarion to let her sleep alone. He had listened, of course. But she saw the worry on his face. On all of their faces. They were always asking if she was okay. She didn't even know what that word meant anymore. How can you be okay when you don't even know who you are? She didn't tell any of them about how every time they did something good her blood recoiled, bile climbing up her throat. How Astarion calling her good had made some deep, primal anger unroll itself in her stomach. She wondered what they would say if she told them she dreamt of drenching the hills in entrails. She wondered if they would ask if she was okay then.

A hand waving in her face.

She snapped back into the present, the campfire coming into focus.

"What did you say?"

Shadowheart sighed. "I said, tomorrow we take on Ketheric, right?"

"Oh. Right. Yeah, I guess. I feel like that's the last thing we have to do here, and then we can finally leave this place." Kill the cleric. Or you will regret it. She stood, wiping her hands against her skirt. "I'm going to go to bed, I'm pretty tired. Goodnight."

Her companions all murmured goodnight as she crossed the camp and crawled into her tent. She stripped down to her underclothes and curled up under the blankets, only slightly surprised when the flap opened.

"Can I come in, darling?" His voice was so sweet. He was so sweet. She nodded silently, scooting over as he slid down into the covers with her, his arms pulling her against his chest.

"My little treat," he said into her neck. Warmth pooled between her legs as his voice brushed over her skin, and she shifted to offer him more of her neck.

"Eager, are we?" His voice was like silk, washing over her. She could get lost in just his words. She nodded, pushing herself back against him as his cool fingers dipped between her legs, crooking into the one spot he knew would draw out her pleasure. She felt the familiar sting of his teeth in her neck, the feeling of her warm blood leaving her body, and she couldn't help but sigh contentedly. Nothing else mattered except this. Maybe this was heaven, right here. She didn't want it to end. They fell asleep a pile of tangled limbs, and she almost felt... Safe. She wished she were.

#astarion #the dark urge #durge #bg3 #bg3 fanfic #ilara

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sabineelectricheart · 1 year

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Something Cailan Cannot Have

Summary: Vaughan feels slighted by the king, so he goes fuck his mistress. Elissa takes without complaint.

Rating: R - Content features heavy themes. Not suitable for most audiences. Consult warnings before proceeding.

Explicit depictions of violence. Reader discretion is highly advised.

Words: 1500

Notes: Okay, this is hardcore. This is a bit off from what I usually put up, see if you can spot why.

“Hurry up already.” Lord Kendalls demands, impatient.

“I am doing this as fast as I can, milord.” Elissa grumbled, irritated by the recurrent complaints.

She is struggling to untie her own corsets and tights down to her ankles. It is something hard to do without a maid, and her current partner is not interested in doing this for her or helping in any way. Being selfish is nothing new for her current partner, but the fact that he would be a direct benefactor in getting her out of the courtly attire as fast as possible drove the point home.

This is no trouble for him, as Vaughan unbuckled his belt fast and slid his trousers down without a problem. Not only due to the nature of men’s clothes in their realm, but also because this sort of activity on a out-of-way corridor in the castle is nothing new to him.

it had to of been fourth hour and Vaughan was struck in his sour mood that only she usually could cure. However, she could tell he was a lot more aggravated than usual by the way he had gripped her arm so tightly when pulling her away from the banquet in the hall.

Elissa is guessing it was from Cailan and his usual spiel. That is always what it ever was and probably always would be and, despite her low opinion on the overblown pride of the arl’s son’s, she could not blame him in that regard.

Cailan could be an absolute asshole when it came to her. He is always saying nasty things that insinuated his attraction towards her, some unrefined, barbarian conversation that would have no place in a civilized court. The sort of things that he knew got into Vaughan’s head, no matter any amount of reassurance.

When in those moods, Vaughan only took the argument of her body against his.

“Do you want me to fuck you or not?” He asks, bitterly.

“Shut up. You try and take these tights off.” Elissa snide, taking the time to glare venomously at her partner.

She still struggles to pull down the material of her underclothes, with its many laces and knots. She briefly wonders whether noblewomen’s clothes are designed to be complicated, so they could not have extramarital sex.

If so, it is not having the desired results.

“I will rip them apart if I have to.” He growled.

She scowled, finally pulling them from her legs, freeing access to her nether regions. As the knots fall away, her companion is allowed to have his hot hands sneak underneath her skirt. With it, he pulled her lacy panties down to her ankles with a agile kneel, then pulling it from her foot before balling the silk fabric into his pocket.

Elissa could not help but whimper from the position she was in. He was kneeled at her feet with hooded eyes, holding her hips now as she tipped her head back now against the wall already deep in a haze of lust.

“Troublesome woman. To know that I am the one who wanted you!” He shook his head. “I always forget about how needy for cock you can get.”

Vaughan held a smirk from thinking about how persistent she was to at least keep some sort of dignified stance at court. Reputation is one of those things that those who have it, fight to protect it. He would not know, as he was never seen in too much of a high regard by the other nobles of Ferelden.

Not anymore. He will have Lady Cousland scream, and he will have the entire city hear her and know why.

He is now back to his feet, looking down at the woman like she is a little helpless puppy. How he liked to kick those.

“Just, please, shut up and fuck me already, Lord Vaughan.” She demanded.

Elissa tilted her head to the side with a frown, gripping both sides of his winter coat, pulling him closer. It did not last too long, as he shrugged it off quickly, not being able to wait after the sweet whiny sound of her voice when properly stimulated.

“Very well, but only because you asked me nicely.” He smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes.

Vaughan licks his index and middle finger before swiftly curling them back under her skirt and into her cunt. Once inserted and moving inside, she groaned at the warm and raptured feeling.

“What a good girl you are, Lady Cousland.” His voice is warm and there is a hint of taunt in his voice, but it is still filled with a twisted sort of praise.

The man never fails to make her stomach clench in euphoria when he uses this parlance with her as he pumps his fingers in and out of her, making sure she was wet. Perhaps this is the only thing this man is good for.

Vaughan pulled back, finally undoing his belt swiftly, in a single motion. He is then quick to thrust into her channel, prompting a moan from her mouth as her head tipped backed against the wall. The man had inhaled sharply, allowing his cock to adjust to the tightness of her cunt, something he never quite got used to, had grown addicted to the sort of pleasures acquired by coin on some sort of establishment.

He swore under his breath as he pressed further into Elissa, allowing warmth and easy pleasure to consume him whole.

“Pretty girl.” He tsked, pulling out his member ever so slowly before rushing back in even harder than before. “You act like this only for me and my cock, does you not?”

“Yes, Vaughan.” She responded honestly.

Her voice was barely above a whisper as her vision was going spotty from his cock stretching out her walls with the rough thrusts which he was pumping into her.

“Good.” He mumbled breathlessly, holding on to moans himself. “I love seeing you come undone on my cock.”

The nobleman grabbed both her thighs with violence, drawing blood from his nails, prompting her to jump. Once she did, he had her back against the wall, now having a consistent pace that made her more of a complete mess than before.

“I love being the only one who can see you like this, who can make you behave like this.” His forehead presses against her own, teasing his lips on hers through violent biting. “Tears in her eyes, blood on your skin, my marks all over your sinful body. Fucking Cailan could never, could he? You are mine.”

“Yes, Vaughan.” She whined and wheezed breathlessly as his hand suddenly clasped around her throat, squeezing firmly while his eyes looked down to watch his thick cock pump in and out of her cunt with wet noises. “I am all for you to use as you please.”

“You have such a pretty mouth.” His thumb dipped to pull on her bottom lip before pressing it on her tongue. “Do you ever think of what good you could do with it instead of feeding into Cailan’s nonsense?”

“I never…!” Elissa coughed, shaking her head in emphatic denial.

Vaughan slaps her quiet.

“Lies.” He spat

The movement forces him to drop her fast to her feet, almost making her lose balance and fall to her knees. Her lack of balance is not only due to the sudden change on weights, but also how strong of a feeling was oozing through her body, making she feel like brittle bones as she wobbled, hoping to steady herself.

Vaughan is not that patient. Before she could regain balance, he flipped her around quickly, so her face is now pressed the wall tightly. His right hand holds her head in position and presses even harder.

“I see you tease him for something he cannot have, slut. You are always provoking him.” He accuses, angrily.

“But you like that, do you not, Vaughan?” Elissa inhaled sharply as he shoved into her once more. “You love it that Cailan finally cannot have something, something of yours.”

He grunted in response, having nothing to say about her argument but to melt back into her body with rough strokes. His hand wraps around her waist and he scratches her again, this time further down her thighs.

He is getting more aggressive now, his pumps becoming slams.

“Fucking cunt, I own you. You are mine.” He grumbles and bites her. “I want you to stay away from Cailan.”

“Yes, Vaughan.” Elissa groaned, the feeling of his cock twitching inside of her causing her own high to draw near and move down. “I am only yours.”

Once he is finished, Vaughan pulls up his trousers, kicks her while she is down for good measure and leaves, likely back to the banquet hall to goad and celebrate their king. Elissa, in turn, return to her chambers and erases the marks of the acts she performed overnight.

In the morning, there will be another day.

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#dragon age #Vaughan Kendells

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