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linlinaert · 11 months ago

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The last soulmate : chapter 2

Yandere! ot8! Skz x soft! fem! reader

Minho's POV:

We took off into different areas, aiming to find our last piece, and as I went into the direction I aimed for, I felt as if a piece of me is drifting little by little, that led me to know that they are not here, I tried so hard to hold myself from sprinting in another direction to look for them. I interacted a little with the fans then went to hannie. A bit later Chan hyung came looking on edge, it doesn't appear too much on his face but I can pinpoint it when his angry or stressed or any other emotion, cause that's what we're here for after all.

He came to where I was standing and laughed with the fans a little bit, he then came closer to me and whispered in my ear.

"I've found her, min." Chan whispered which made my eyes widen for a fraction of a second then quickly composed myself, remembering that I'm still Infront of fans, then I looked at him.

"Her? She? A girl?" I asked cautiously as if someone will hear us and understand, it was shocking to me to hear that our last piece was a girl, cause we just predicted that since the eight of us are males, the last one would also be a he, but i guess fate has other plans, and I was getting exited.

"Yes, min." Chan-hyung said, he smiled at me, "she's over there, go and see her and I'll tell the rest, and she doesn't know that we're soulmates, she didn't understand the pull, oh, and I'm warning you, she's too beautiful you might get blind" he added, then I raised my eyebrows at him, he's already smitten, even though he didn't even get to talk to her yet. I nodded then took off into the direction he came from, as he went to hannie and the rest.

I stopped and waved to the fans, I felt it, she was here, I looked around and saw it, the most enchanting (e/c) orbs I've ever seen, there she was, our last piece, she looked at me with a cute little frown on her pretty face, oh god does she look so innocent and pure, she looks like the type to get hurt from even the wind, how did she survive in this cruel world without us, i can't believe she lived all those years without our protection and care, I can't imagine how many hopeless guys tried to court her, I felt a vein pop in my head, she's always been ours, even if we weren't there with her, no one has the right to be near her, then I saw a hand wrapped tightly around her shoulders, my eyes widened, i looked to her side only to see a guy in his twenties glaring at me with his hand around MY soulmate, MY GIRL, how dare he, the audacity he has to glare at me while touching our girl, i glared at him back, then a hand on my shoulder brought me back to reality, I turned to see changbin and Felix, who looked at me with a look that says "don't forget that we're in a concert", so I turned back then posed with them for the fans, as they looked at her, they had the same reaction as me, who can blame them, no one expected our last soulmate to be a beautiful lady, i helped them to stay in touch with reality and not get too carried away, and one by one we all had seen her, and we all had one thought in our mind, what the hell is that guy to her?

Y/N pov :

As the concert went on I was certain that all eight of them had eye contact with you, I can't help but think that they are coming in this direction way too much, but maybe I'm only overthinking, but whenever they came this way, my heart feels like a ball of emotions, I feel so happy, and whenever they made eye contact with me, I felt like blushing and hiding somewhere.

Through out the concert, I felt jack's hand wrapping tightly around me, I looked at him, I didn't know why he was acting like this, but maybe it was because of the stares I was getting from the boys, he brought my head to lay on his shoulder or chest more than once, not that i complain, it was comfy.

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After the concert ended,we headed home, we ordered dinner and ate, and the next morning, we went to the fanmeeting, jack was tagging along with us, me and Lucia were discussing yesterday's performance, with jack laying his head on my shoulder, and playing with my fingers.

The fanmeeting started and we were going down the line to get to the boys, my turn came and I sat Infront of the first one that I had learnt his name was Han Jisung, he was looking down at first, and then when he looked up and looked me straight in the eyes, I felt as if my whole body was on flames, beautiful flames, electric shocks went down my body, i couldn't take my eyes off of his, they looked like they hold the whole universe and more, Jisung was like me, but he looked like he knew what was happening, he then smiled softly.

"Hi there, pretty." He said softly, getting me out of my daze, I blushed hard making him chuckle, and I looked down.

"Hi" I whispered, as he took the album from my hand to sign it.

"And what is this beauty called?" He asked looking at me smugly, and I blushed, it's so hard not to when a handsome man is flirting with you like that.

"Y/N" I said, then he quickly signed it writing a bit more on the page then proceeding to close it and put it aside, while I was playing with my fingers, he then looked at me and took my hand in his, this sent a jolt of electric shocks through me, I looked at him shocked, and he only smiled.

"So Y/N do you have a boyfriend?"

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Jisung's POV :

"Bye~~~" I said to one of the fans as she moved to hyunjin beside me, I looked down at my bracelet playing with it a little until I felt someone sitting Infront of me, I looked up only to freeze, it was her, our last piece, our girl, she really came, we were going to go look for her after the fanmeeting, but she's here now, I felt my body burning up in flames as her beautiful orbs stared into mine, she's more beautiful up closer, I smiled softly at her.

"Hi there, pretty." I said with a soft tone, unlike the hyper tones I use most of the time, something in me is telling me she's a big sensitive softie, she blushed, oh my gosh, she's so cute, I couldn't help but chuckle at her cuteness, I'm barely containing myself from getting overhyped as to not scare her away, my leg is bouncing under the table from my excitement, then I heard a small voice, and i realised it's hers, and oh my god isn't it so sweet.

"Hi" she said barely as a whisper and I literally felt myself melting, I gently took the album from her hands, I opened it to sign then I realised that I still don't know her name, so I looked at her and asked her for her name flirtatiously.

"And what is this beauty called?" I looked at her waiting eagerly to know the name of my last soulmate, I saw her blush and say "Y/N" I didn't waste time and signed the album for her, our Y/N, even her name is beautiful, I felt someone glaring daggers at me so I subtly glanced at my right side only to find that it's the same guy from yesterday, the one who dared to put his hands on our girl, I returned the glare without anyone but him noticing then I wrote my number on her album with a "your handsome soulmate" on the side then I closed it and looked up at her again, she was playing with her fingers on the table, not looking at me, ah i think I'm gonna die from her cuteness, I took her little hand gently in mine, and I instantly felt as if I was in heaven, she looked at me shocked so I smiled at her, then I felt the glares again so I asked her, hoping that I get a negative answer.

"So Y/N do you have a boyfriend?" I said knowing that her being alone for too long, could make her think that she's alone and she could get a boyfriend, and the thought alone makes me rage, but who can blame her, the blame is on us for not finding her earlier and on the said boyfriend, if there's any, to think that he can take somebody else's soulmate.

I felt hyunjin's leg hitting me underneath the table, but I didn't care, not when that damn motherfu-ker has the audacity to touch my girl and challenge me in public, I heard her pretty voice denying that she has any.

"N-no, I don't, why are you asking?" She said softly, her eyebrows frowning in confusion, then I smiled, thinking of how to break it to her.

"I wouldn't want my sweet soulmate to have a boyfriend now would I ?, and neither would want the rest of us" I said winking, and I saw her stop functioning for a second, then she blinks and looked at me with a shocked face

"What---" she said but she was cut off by the manager as he said that the time was up, and ushered her to hyunjin a bit harshly making both me and hyunjin glare at him, but before I opened my mouth to knock some sense into his head, another fan sat Infront of me, so I forced a smile on my face and made a note to talk to him later.

Author's note : hi there everyone!!! It's a little chapter showing our dear minsung's thoughts 🤭🤭, I feel like it's a bit plain but I really hope you will like it and love you all 💕

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byuntrash101 · 1 year ago

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lovers on the sun

reader x dom!mingi ft. yunho angst | smut | mdni 4.8k you never understood why mingi chose that life. chose to be an outcast, a loveless bandit. over the years you came to terms with it. you got married, you grew. but when the outlaw finds himself gravely wounded his instincts drag him back to you. to the person he's willing to sacrifice everything for. nsfw tags under the cut

plot, outlaw!au, friends to strangers to lovers (?), hurt/comfort (the hurt part doesn't go too hard dw), a lil' angsty but lowkey wholesome, cheating, mutual pinning, good ending, yunho is mentionned but does not appear. nsfw: nipple play, body whorship (f), pet names (baby, doll) oral (f), slight begging, unprotected sex (i mean they didnt have a choice back then), mingi in the cowboy hat and leather coat (im weak for him </3), big dick!mingi, multiple orgasms (f), creampie, cock warming, he's madly in love with you

playlist: jeannette - el muchacho de los ojos trites, david guetta - lovers on the sun, amy whinehouse - love is a losing game

a/n: thank you so much @ssaboala for hosting this amazing collab. and thank you @hwaightme for helping me so much and brainstorming ideas. also i really recommand you listen to the playlist it will for sure put you in the nostalgic western mood <3

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You can’t help but be worried as you wake up to a cold bed. You haven’t seen Yunho in a couple of days. You wonder if he’s fine as you look out the window of your room to the cornfields. It’s just after dawn but the hot summer air is already laying heavy over the fields, making the green and yellow stems undulate.

You sigh heavily, imagining your husband on his horse in his uncomfortable and sweaty uniform combing the streets, the plains, the fields, the whole town, the whole state, maybe even the whole country. All of that on an empty stomach and sleep deprived.

But you knew he wasn’t going to come home before he caught him. Song Mingi. Ever since he was appointed sheriff it has been his life goal to catch him. The public enemy number one. You couldn’t even begin to imagine how much blood this man had on his hands. He pillaged and robbed and murdered. Always slippery like an eel and managing to get out of justice’s grasp.

Until a couple of days ago where he made a fatal mistake. Your husband jumped out of bed in the middle of the night and mobilized the entire department to look for the man. He was hurt and hiding somewhere. He only needed to be found. The dangerous outlaw reduced to a defenseless flower only waiting to be plugged. This time he knew he was done for and Yunho was going to finally catch him and bring him to justice and ultimately to the gallows. Where your husband thought the fugitive’s righteous place was. Behind the church and six feet under.

You chuckled humorlessly to yourself at the name. You used to know this name. You used to know it very well. Or at least you thought you did. You used to be close to Song Mingi. The three of you were. Mingi, Yunho and you. You were just a bunch of teenagers, you didn’t have a worry in the world. But you grew up and Yunho joined the force as Mingi did and you can only guess power got to his head. He eventually got caught involved in shady business with even shadier people. Until he left and became the fugitive. The outlaw you only knew by the wanted posters put up everywhere in town.

His name lost all familiarity. But your heart couldn’t forget about his soft half smile. About the warmth pulling in his orbs when the three of you stayed up in the hill to watch the stars, sleeping under the open night sky, despite the snakes and coyotes. Even the crackling fire couldn’t rivalize with the blaze of his sharp eyes on you. You couldn't forget his rough hand snaking its way on your nape, pulling you closer to lay the gentlest kiss on your lips. You nervously glanced over at Yunho sleeping next to the both you. You felt nervous even if this happened long before you got married, long before he confessed to you. And for Mingi there was not a trace of doubt on his sharp features, no evil in his eyes. Only love. You thought at least.

That was the very last night you saw him. The next day he fled to the valley and proceeded with his life of crime. Your heart ached again, how could he have chosen that life… over what he had. Why would he choose a blood stained pile of shriveled dollar bills instead of this night on the hills with you… instead of this kiss? Instead of you?

You shook your head trying to forget about the uncomfortable feeling of your skin crawling as the wholesome memory turned into bitter dormant ache. You have accepted it over the years. Truth was you never knew Song Mingi… You only knew about the sheep but never about the wolf.

But then again you have to get on with your day, and carry on. Life goes on and doesn’t wait. You have to take care of the animals in the barn.

Since Yunho was the town’s sheriff earned enough money for the both of you it wasn’t necessary for you to have a huge farm. A couple of pigs, some hens, two horses and a cow was well enough and tending to them was the only labor you ought to do.

You traded your nightgown for a dress more appropriate to work in. A light blue flowy ankle length dress with long sleeves and a high neckline that was going to protect your skin from the hot sun, but would still let you breathe through the light material.

You hoped in your worn out brown leather ankle boots and headed to the barn. First of all, you start by checking if the hens laid eggs, you gently push the chickens to harvest the six eggs and place them in your basket that you set aside then you go to feed the cow. You go to take a big serving of hay and you make a mental note that you’ll have to go by the neighboring farm and purchase some more because you are running out. Maybe the cow and horses have been especially hungry lately.

You place the hay in the big manger and head to the fence to let the cow take a stroll in the prairie next to the house.

As you reach out the fence, you nearly scream. The handle is covered in blood. The colors leave your face as you realize that the traces are fresh as you see one single drop on the dusty floor. You squint and realize there’s a trail of blood going out the barn. You follow the trail circling the barn and landing behind it, the trail disappearing behind tall weeds and bushes that you had left unattended for quite a while.

You pushed aside the leaves and discovered some rags maculated with blood and at the end of the trail a man, lying, his back resting against a small trunk, sitting on a pile of hay. Barely holding off.

Mingi didn't even know why he dragged his mutilated body out here to rot in the sun, he didn't know why he took that chance. He just had to. If he wasn't going to see the sun rise again tomorrow then he at least wanted to see it set on a familiar face. A face he held in his memory so dearly. Even after all these years.

After all this time, when he finally sees it, the face he pulled through thick and thin for. Your face. Your face emerging from the bushes. There are not enough words in the world for him to express the relief he feels. He doesn’t have enough time to carefully curate them and voice them outloud. So he only chooses to smile.

You, on the other hand, felt your heart jumping in your throat, the frantic muscle getting stuck there, making you swallow thickly as your eyes grow in surprise. You have trouble believing your senses. Have you stayed in the sun for too long? Have you contracted yellow fever? Can you trust your eyes, reflecting this image of the past? A figure you thought (and maybe even hoped) you would never see again? But you know your eyes aren’t deceiving you the second his lips curl into a half smile, rounding up only one of his cheeks. The familiar sight takes you back to the hills, to the crackling bonfire, to the starry sky, to the warmth of his orbs. Even if you see the red tint of diluted blood on his teeth and the way pain twits his eyebrows. It’s the same. The same smile you remembered.

“Mingi?” you finally breathe out, broken voice hindered by your heart still sitting in your throat. Barely audible. But still heard by the beaten man.

“Hi doll” his deep voice echoed yours, hardly louder than a whisper.

There’s no resentment, no hatred, no evil in his voice, in his eyes. And for that instant you forget about the endless tales of horrors, about the murders and the blood and you forget about the wolf. Because you see only the sheep, hurt and needing your help.

You throw yourself on your knees next to him, you wrap your arms around him, careful to avoid the wounds.

Mingi closes his eyes and you lean against him as he suppresses a cough. He almost forgot about the smell of your hair, about the warmth of your hands, about the sound of your voice. Almost, but he didn’t. He could never even if he tried. He could lose everything but you. And if you were only a memory then it was all he needed.

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You brought the man inside, limping and leaning on your side. You sat him in the wooden and creaking chair of the dining room. The tall man grunted as he settled down.

You kneeled next to him. And very carefully, you lifted his long leather coat to uncover the blood maculated shirt.

"So... How does it look doc?" Mingi joked, even going as far as to lightly chuckle before the sharp pain on his side wiped the half smile off his face.

"Let me help you" you said, carefully peeling the fabric off, the coagulated blood stuck to the opened wound, making Mingi wince as he felt the air blow on his sweaty skin. You ran your finger across his skin, carefully avoiding the wound.

Your touch was so soft, so gentle. Mingi sighed, closing his eyes. Your tenderness almost making him forget about the pain jabbing him. It's been so long, so so long since Mingi has felt this. He hasn't felt a soft touch in a lifetime, a contact that was free of any kind of aggression, that didn't demand anything from him, that only intended to soothe him.

It's been so long since he's felt safe.

That was the word. He felt safe. Safe with you even though he was half naked, wounded and unarmed. He felt safe.

You took your time to treat the wound, cleaning it with what you had on hand, which was the rest of a bottle of home distilled bourbon, warm water and clean rags. You patched him up and handed him his hat back.

"You should go, Mingi" you started after a long silence. You tried to conceal the lump inside your throat as you enunciated the heavy words.

Mingi looked up at you, grabbing his hat. He didn't want to go.

"Y/n.. I-"

"You know he might come back. If he finds you here he's gonna..." you hesitated. “Finish the job”

"You mean kill me?" Mingi looked you dead in the eye, a coldness laying latent in his orbs, a coldness that gave you shivers along your spine even with the hot sun heating up the windows of the small dining room.

You closed your eyes shut trying to chase away tears. After all these years and all he’s done. You couldn’t bring yourself to hate him.

Mingi wanted to scream. Why did he get to be with you, to touch you, to lay next to you every night while he was perpetually running, fleeing and living on the edge of the world like a wild dog. Barely surviving on the sole memory of you and the love he felt and feels for you.

"Mingi..." you started hesitantly. You had the chance to ask now, maybe this opportunity would never represent itself again.

"Why did you kiss me that night?"

Mingi’s anger evaporated into smoke as his eyes snapped to you. For all these years he had feared you somehow resented him. That somehow the tales of his life came back to you and poisoned your heart. He feared that you too saw him as the bandit, the outlaw he had become. But there was no hatred in your quavering voice, no bitterness pooling in your orbs. Only incomprehension and sorrow.

Your eyes were glazed over by a sheen of budding tears, drooping in sorrow and you looked up intensely at the man.

You waited for an answer, you waited long enough, you waited for years. And waiting again for those few seconds was too much.

“Why did you kiss me if you were going to leave me Mingi?” this time you called his name. And Mingi felt like the question had wrapped around his heart and was holding it tightly, squeezing it until the agonizing organ gave out.

“What did he tell you?” Mingi finally spoke, tipping his cowboy hat down, making sure to conceal his face.

“What?”

“What did Yunho tell you?” Mingi reiterated, this time his voice broke, echoing the shattering of his heart.

“I-” you started, stuttering.

“I never did any of those things, y/n” he finally rips the hat off his face, the disheveled and sweaty hair adding a layer of urgency to his state of despair as he raises his voice in frustration. “Yunho planted the evidence! He framed me! Because he couldn't stand that I was to become sheriff, he wanted to control the city, he wanted the power and he wanted… you…”

Mingi took a deep breath, his voice softening to a whisper. “He wanted you for himself. Because that night I-... I-” Mingi hesitated as you hung on his lips. “I wanted to marry you, y/n.”

You felt the blood vanish from your face. You became livid and your vision blurred, your world was crumbling before your very eyes.

“This is impossible” you whispered more to yourself than anything else.

“In the morning I told Yunho that I had kissed you and wanted to marry you and he couldn't bear it. So he framed me as a bad man to get me out of your life. I ain't no saint! I know! But the rest of it, I only did because I needed to survive. I stole to feed and killed to defend myself. Never in cold blood. Y/n, you have to believe me!”

Mingi’s words were mushing together barely making any sense in your ears that were already rigging, you felt dizzy, you felt ill. How could that be the man you married? The man you shared your life with. The man that looked at you with the most innocent big round eyes. The man that you knew cherrich justice above all else, so much that he didn’t care that sword of justice he was wielding struck his best friend because he was led astray and that was the treatment reserved for criminals.

But that was all an act. It was never about righteousness and justice, it was about vengeance and envy.

Your knees gave out and you stumbled onto Mingi’s chest. He caught you in time, wrapping his strong arms around you, grunting as you pressed your weight onto the fresh wound.

Your life was collapsing. Your chest started to heave up and down rapidly, your heart racing as your reality faded to black. Nothing to anchor yourself to. Nothing real, nothing you could hold on to to keep yourself afloat. Only lies and smoke. And you fell and fell into panic and into Mingi.

Suddenly you were back again, back from the darkness and you looked at him to find your peace again, both lost in this familiar silence. He protectively wrapped his strong arms around you, and soothingly pressed your head against his chest, the leather of his long coat brushed against your cheek as Mingi held you just like that. He felt his warmth, you heard his heart beating against his ribs and you felt… him. Not the outcast, not the outlaw, but just your friend Mingi.

Ever so gently, with a softness you had never ever known from a man, even your husband, he wrapped his hands made rough from labor around your chin and gently lifted your face upwards, you found that Mingi’s eyes were as deep as the sea, just as mysterious and alluring, strangely welcoming.

And slowly, very slowly Mingi closed the distance between you. Giving you all the time in the world to voice your desire for him to stop if you felt that way. But you didn't want him to stop, instead you gripped at the long coat tighter, somehow afraid that he too was a mirage, a body made of haze that was just another lie. You had to make sure he, at least, was real. True.

And he was.

When your lips connected you felt as if your body has gone up into flames, open fire bursting from your chest to your heart, convincing you to close your eyes, and give complete access to Mingi. But even though he didn’t that use trust to his advantage, he didn't engulfed himself into you. Instead he gently deepened the kiss, taking the time to let you warm up as your fingers relaxed around the worn out leather. Mingi’s hands were getting to know you, caressing the soft cotton of your dress. His rough palms contrasted greatly with the softness of his touch.

Slowly he parted his lips, his tongue gently slipping into your mouth inviting your tongue into a dance, giving a few kitten licks and getting to taste you, you moaned when his hands reached down to the small of your back.

“Mingi” you breathed against his mouth. There was no words to describe what that simple word did to him. Simply his name gently murmured like this. It was like having an angel speaking of the devil's name so fondly, so gently. He didn't feel worthy but there was plenty of time tomorrow for guilt. Today Mingi only had time for you.

He gently laid you back onto the wooden dining table and you hoisted yourself up on your elbows, he leaned over you as his kiss spilled from your lips to your neck. You whined once when your lips mourned the loss of his warmth and once when you felt his hot and wet tongue glide across the thin skin of your neck, you let your head fall back as Mingi progressed further down until he’s met with the collar of your dress. You don't want to lose the way he feels on your skin so your hands quickly busy themselves with the buttons, practically ripping them off to take the thick fabric that separated you from Mingi off you while he watches with this signature half smile, satisfied to see you so eager to expose yourself to him.

As soon as you’re done with buttons he latched on your skin again, sucking on your collar bone going down and then up the curve of your breasts until he reached your bra he swiftly reached around to unclasp it, he drew back to see the way your beautiful breasts spilled out of the article, gently falling over at each side of your chest. Mingi’s breath hitched in his throat as his eyes avidly roamed over you, taking your form in.

The way his eyes turned sharp as he looked at you made you squeeze your thigh together as your felt arousal pool into your lower stomach, heat spilling into your underwear.

“So pretty” he murmured before he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, immediately hardening into a tight nub. He flicked his tongue on the erected knob while his warm hand kneaded the other one, perfectly distributing his attention to your body, already feeling sensitive. You arched your back and pushed his face further into your skin when he sucked on the hardened nipple, making your moan his name.

“Fuck- Mingi” you panted. “Don’t stop”

Mingi briefly stood back up to take the long coat off, only harboring the leather vest that let you admire his toned arms flexing as he ripped the coat off to throw it over one of the chairs. He didn't even bother taking the dress off you, only flipping it over your stomach as he pulled down your underpants, leaving your bottom half completely nude.

Suddenly coy you pressed your thighs together, shielding your modesty from his ardent gaze, he looked back up at you with knitted brows, such desperation swimming in his eyes, as if he absolutely needed to see you.

“Please” he exhaled. “Please let me see you, y/n” he pleaded.

And you finally parted your legs, first your feet then your knees and finally your thighs.

“Fuck” Mingi cursed as he palmed his aching lengh throught his pants. He was finally seeing you, like how he imagined you a thousand times. But even the wildest dreams could never live up to that reality, to the truth of you, you were breathtaking. The way your beautiful center was already swollen with need, twitching in anticipation to be touched, your folds covered with the glistening sheen of your juices lazily running down your entrance.

Mingi felt like he’d finally seen the light. Like redemption was within grasp, somehow contained within your holy form. He felt like he needed to worship you, like he needed to get on his knees and so he did.

He kneeled in front of you, snaking his arms around your things and grasping at the supple flesh to pull you closer to him, bringing his lips close to your most private of places.

You felt heat rush to your face and chest as your heart raced, uncontrollably hammering into your chest, menacing to break free anytime as Mingi dug his nose right into your folds.

“Oh my g-” you gasped as soon as he made contact with you. Your head immediately spinning, your core quivering and demanding more.

Mingi planted one soft kiss on your sensitive bundle of nerves, then went to your entrance where he flattened his tongue to swiped it across, spreading your folds and scooping as much as your slick as possible, earning a whimper from you. Mingi wanted more of this, of your sweet taste, more of your honey coating his tongue, more of your beautiful voice singing soft melodies into his ears, more of your beautiful face looking down at him in pleasure, glossy eyes pleading for more.

“Baby” he moaned against you before burying his face into you, flicking his tongue on your clit as you moaned again, louder this time. Mingi concentrated on this part of you, assaulting your clit with flicks after flicks, jolts after jolts of divine pleasure, spreading heat in all of your limbs. Mingi felt your thighs tense up in his hold and he suddenly let go.

You whined as you felt your desperate center throb for more of him. You looked up at him right on time to see him sink not one but two long fingers inside your tight heat. Immediately curling them into your sweet spot. Your eyes rolled back to the back of your head, once again you let out a lewd sound that bounces off the walls making the hairs on Mingi’s nape stand and his length leak arousal.

“You like that?” he asked, deep voice a little more impatient.

“Yes!” you exhaled. “Please more, more” you begged, your eyes coming back into focus.

“Of course, doll” he said before coming back down to your demanding center. He pumped his long fingers in and out of your heat, each time your eager little cunt pulled them back inside, tightly gripping around them. He wrapped his tongue around your clit, sucking and licking until you were on the verge of your release.

“Please” you said, your hand flying between your legs to keep Mingi’s face exactly where it was. “Don’t stop” you breathed, your thighs tensing, your swollen clit pulsing under Mingi’s wet and hot tongue.

“Fuck” you said, pressing on his face a little harder which made him smirk agaisnt you. “I'm cumming” you said in a strangled moan, you legs trembling your orgasming center gushing more and more of your honey , completely quenching Mingi’s thirst for your sweet nectar, walls fluttering around his fingers as he guided you down.

Mingi hurriedly kicked his pants off him and stood between your legs, large cock resting heavily in his palm, the head made red and shiny with precum.

“Please give me another one of those” he whispered with edginess, deep voice strained with need. “I wanna see and hear that again.” he rubbed his cock against your folds, mixing both of your essences into one, drenching his length with your slick. “Please this time cum on my cock” he gently pushed his tip inside you, closing his eyes shut as he felt your walls fluttering around his cock head, finishing your previous orgasm around his cock, your pretty little pussy pulsing around him as he continued to push himself in, breathing heavily to keep himself from bursting on the spot.

“Fuck” he cried, finally peeling his eyes open. “You feel so good around me baby” he breathed. “You’re so pretty, so perfect” he praised you. Taking a good look at you. You were stunning, beads of sweat running down your temples, your breasts spilling from the half undone dress, said dress completely wrinkled and roughed up, not hiding anything away from him anymore.

“Ok” you said, out of breath, pushing a dampened strand of hair away from your face. “Make me cum around your cock, Mingi” you said, spreading your legs even wider, giving Mingi an even better view of his cock splitting you in two.

“Fuck-” Mingi cursed again, immediately taking you up on the offer. He started to pull out only to push back in again, just as gently. The way his girth split you open made you moan his name. You whimpered at the delicious stretch of your walls accommodating his generous mengh as he filled you up to the brim so perfectly almost like you were made for him entirely.

“Please harder, Mingi” you said, your fingers pulling into the leather cropped vest, where you could see from underneath his toned abs and belly button.

“Of course, doll” he said as he picked the pace, a wince of pleasure sneaking on his face when you gripped even tighter around him, letting out a satisfied groan.

With each powerful thrust he was grazing against your g spot making your moan and arch your back, pushing your hips into him everytime he pushed himself back in.

“Fuck you’re so good to me baby” he panted, a large bead of sweat running from his hairline along the bridge of his sharp and long noze.

You only replied with more moans, growing louder and louder as you both fucked each other, rocking the dining table recklessly the sound of your skin clashing and filling up the space along with groans and grunts.

“Baby, I'm close” Mingi said in a strangled and high pitched moan that was far from the usual deep voice he used.

“Me too” you answered “Please inside” you struggled to make sense. “Please cum inside me”

You didnt care about the consequences right now, moreover you weren't even thinking about them. You only thought about Mingi deep inside of you giving you the raw, rough unfiltered love you have been needing for years. Ever since he kissed you back on the hills. And suddenly you were back at the hilltop again.

Your body started to shake as you came undone again as Mingi delivered large and thick ropes of burning cum inside your heat, your name slipping off his lips a thousand times. Both of your bodies going up in flames, throwing each other in the fire that lighted you both as he kissed you again.

You pulsed uncontrollably around him, as he became sloppy, his thrusts more shallow and irregular until they came to a stop. He crashed over your body, panting, chest heaving up and down as you stroked his hair. He stayed inside you for a while, his cum lazily dripping out of you. He didn't want to lose this connection with you, he wanted to stay right there. Right here with you.

***

“Come with me” Mingi said as he was ready to hop on one of your horses, as the sun was setting over the fields.

“Mingi I-” you started.

“Forget about him” Mingi cut you off before you have a chance to mention your husband's name. He took your hands into his big and rough ones. “Come back with me to the hills, y/n” he said. You opened your mouth to speak again but Mingi didn't let you talk. He was afraid of your answer. “We won't have much but we will have each other. And if I have you then I have everything” he pressed his chest against yours and you heard his heart beat into your ear, testifying of his true feelings, much deeper than any words.

This was your chance to let the deceiving lies behind to embrace a life of true love. And you took your chance. As you hoped on the horse right behind Mingi, leaving the empty house behind. You held onto him, your fingers found their way and intertwining with the leather again as you rode into the sunset, lifting the dry dirt in your wake. The stars finally crossing as your destinies took the same path. The sun meeting you on the horizon, inviting you with it.

Two star crossed lovers on the sun.

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a/n: phewww it is done! i cant even begin to explain the STRUGGLE i had while writing this but i hope it turned out good? maybe? it was wayyyy out of my comfort zone if you liked it please tell me in the comments or reblog (pls don't use the community labels please) or leave a nice ask. that would mean so much <3. anyways thank you for the awesome collab anne @ssaboala. don't forget to check out the other authors' amazing fics here. byeee~

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icycoldninja · 7 months ago

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Sorry for all the requesting 🥺😭 This is gonna get dark!

May I please request headcanons for the Sparda boys + V reacting to their female S/O being kidnapped and tortured over a long period of time and they have to deal with the physical and mental aftermath when she’s finally rescued?

Ay, it's no problem. Here ya go, and enjoy!

Sparda boys + V X Fem!Reader kidnapped and tortured headcannons

Warning: As the title implies, there is some dark content coming up with themes of torture involved. If you are uncomfortable with these themes, DNI!

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¤ Dante ¤

-Oh boy. First it was his brother, and now his girlfriend? Whoever dared do this to you is in for a world of pain.

-He doesn't wait around long enough for the kidnapper to send him footage of what was being done to you; the moment he realizes you're in danger, he's hopped on his motorcycle and is looking towards your location which he discovered with his demon instincts.

-He finds you tied to a chair with barbed wire, bloodied, broken, and sobbing. While looking upon your battered and bruised figure, honestly feels like crying himself.

-Oh, his baby, his poor, poor baby. He loved you so much and never, ever, in his wildest dreams, would have wanted to see you hurt like this. He nearly Triggered right there and then, but he held himself back for your sake. He didn't want to terrify you any further than you were now.

-He got you out of that horrible place as fast as he could, his limbs shaking nearly as violently as you were when he carried you out of the kidnapper's hiding place.

-"Hey there, badass. You can relax now, it's all gonna be OK now that I'm here."

-The moment you guys returned to Devil May Cry, he fed you as many green orbs and Ibuprofen tablets as he could without overdosing you. He didn't want you to feel the pain anymore; he wanted you to be smiling and happy again.

-Once the medicine kicked in and you were comfortable enough to sleep, he held you. He refused to let go of you. He clutched you as tightly as he could, tears silently running down his face. How could he allow this to happen?! How could he let you get hurt like this? What kind of devil-hunter extraordinaire was he if he couldn't even protect the only woman in the world he ever truly cared about?

-He was going to spoil you with attention and affection even before you woke up. He wanted you to heal from this, and wanted to be the one to help you heal.

-You are so precious to him, and now he's going to show you just how much in any way he possibly can.

-Expect long, loving cuddles, big hugs every time you walk into a room, and words of affirmation whenever you look down.

-He'll also tenderly treat your wounds and wrap them himself, telling you how strong and brave you are to have survived all that pain every time he does so.

-This whole incident was a massive fright to him; now he's going to hold onto you so tightly, there's no way he could ever lose you again.

■ Vergil ■

-He is so, so, scared, but he refuses to show it. Vergil remembers what it was like to be brutally tortured at the hands of Mundus, so he is enraged and horrified when he finds out the same has been done to you.

-He can't stop himself--and won't. Whoever did this to you doesn't deserve that mercy. He Triggers, and sails away to find you, doing so in a sheer matter of minutes thanks to his demonic instincts.

-He bursts into your kidnappers' hideouts, roaring. He hears your anguished screams and flips into overdrive a second time, literally tearing through the walls as he frantically searched for you.

-The noise scared you, making you think it was the kidnappers returned to torment you further. However, when you saw the hulking, icy-blue devil crash through the wall, your fears were put to rest.

-The moment he saw your battered, torn form bound to a chair with barbed wires jutting into your flesh, he nearly blew up the building and all that was around it.

-There was so much anger coursing through his veins, you could feel it emanating from him, even as he gingerly undid your bonds and scooped you into his massive, scaly arms.

-"Do not cry anymore, Precious. The nightmare is over now. I am here. You are safe."

-He portaled you out of there with the Yamato and immediately took you to the hospital to get your wounds treated.

-He also refused to leave your side for any reason, insisting on staying and watching the doctors work, even if what they were doing was unsettling; he'd seen and been through much worse.

-The entire time, Vergil sat by your bedside, either staring at you intently, or holding your hand. He didn't want to let you go, and most certainly didn't want you to leave his sight.

-The moment you awoke, the first thing Vergil told you was that he loved you. He sounded out of character, considering this was something he rarely ever said aloud, but he was so afraid of losing you, and the PTSD of Mundus's torture was returning to him--he wanted you to have what he never did when he was recovering: comfort.

-He stayed by your side until you were discharged from the hospital, and after that, drove you home, only to wrap you in his arms and cuddle you till you both fell asleep.

-You both would undoubtedly be having nightmares about this for weeks, but for now, at least you were safe in Vergil's arms.

□ Nero □

-He found out what had happened to you in the worst way possible. He received a video from the kidnapper.

-It depicted the kidnapper, who wore a mask to obscure his face, using a crowbar to break your arms and legs while you were suspended by your arms from the ceiling.

-Nero lost it; his pseudo devil trigger Triggered and he was out the door in an instant.

-He doesn't possess the demonic tracking abilities of his father and uncle, unfortunately, but he manages to find you after a good half hour of searching.

-What he walks in on is disgusting. You're begging for mercy, sobbing and screaming under the pain your various broken limbs were causing you, all while your kidnapper laughed.

-Nero wanted to tie this motherfucker up and give him a taste of his own awful medicine, but he had bigger priorities: you.

-He freed you, shushing you when you screamed out in pain, promising he's gonna get you all patched up faster than you can think and that everything is gonna be ok.

-"You can rest now, baby, I gotcha."

-Once he takes you back to Devil May Cry, the entire Sparda clan and their friends are by your side in seconds, with Nero at the forefront. They heal your wounds in seconds and Dante makes corny jokes to lighten the mood.

-Then, they leave you and Nero alone to converse in private. It's a good thing they did, too, because almost as soon as the room was empty, Nero burst into tears, trapping you in a hug and sobbing into your shoulder.

-You ended up crying along with him; the two of you just bawling into each other's shoulders.

-Nero promised to never allow something like this to happen ever again, and spent the remainder of the night lying next to you with his arms and legs wrapped your you like a giant koala on a beat-up tree.

-You were very thankful for this because honestly, you didn't think you could survive this stressful, traumatizing night without having Nero snoring by your side.

● V ●

-V was texted a sickening video by an unknown number, and the moment he opened and watched, he collapsed.

-The kidnapper, standing offscreen, was repeatedly striking younin the face, chest, hips, and other areas with a spiked bat before kicking you in the stomach and shutting the camera--or whatever he used to film the video--off after releasing some unhinged laughter.

-V was terrified. He had no idea how to find you from this meager information, let alone save you.

-Still, he was determined to try, and so, gathering up his cane, he limped along, Shadow at his side and Griffon doing reconnaissance a few feet away.

-After some time, they found you, lying on the floor in an unbelievably deep pool of your own blood, yet still fully awake.

-V would have knelt there and cried, but he forced himself to swallow the tears and lift you to safety.

-Oh, Wanderer...what have they done to you?"

-He brought you to Devil May Cry and patched you up to the best of his abilities, using as many green orbs as he could get his hands on.

-Though your physical words may have been healed, your mental wounds were anything but.

-You were in so much shock, you were shaking from head to toe. V saw this and wished there was more he could do to help, but for now, he would hold your hands, kiss your cheeks, and rest his head in your lap while you told him anything and everything you needed to get off your chest.

-He read to you, too, his soothing voice doing wonders to ease your anxiety and calm you to a point where you could sleep.

-As V watched you slumber, he made a silent pact to always protect you, however he could, for as long as he could. He never wanted to see you go through something like this ever again.

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genevievefangirl · 16 days ago

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Gen's Top 100 DBDA Fics - PART 9

For all caveats/rules/backstory, please read the Master Post

The Manuscript of Real People By: paraph @paraphwrites Rating: M Tags: AU - Boarding School, Angst, Slow Burn, Pining, Unfinished Summary: Britain, 1976. Three years into boarding at Saint Hilarion's School, Edwin Paine is assigned Charles Rowland as a roommate. - Featuring: mistakes better made, days hidden in libraries, and no rafter left unwandered. also featuring: charles doing sport and edwin being gay for it, edwin being a nerd and charles being gay for it, and me pretending i know what boarding schools are like! My Notes: The darker boarding school that is universally beloved! This fic is honestly publish worthy. I love every word, sentence, and chapter. When it updates I RUN to read it and gush about it on the DBDA Haunt server with everyone else who is equally obsessed. When a new chapter drops, it is an event! (Also this is one of 2 unfinished fics that made the list, if that doesn't show how much I love it I don't know what will!)

The Many Forms of Phantoms By: thegirlofthorns @edwinspaynes Rating: T Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Orbs Summary: Suddenly, there was a blast of light where Edwin was sitting. Charles dropped the comic to look at his friend, but Edwin was gone. In his place was a ball that glowed white, with some blue undertones reflecting off the surface. “Edwin!?” Charles threw the comic and ran over to the desk. “Edwin!” He picked up the little glowing ball in his hands and assessed it. It was odd – Charles could feel the orb, smooth like a perfect stone, and… warm. He had not felt temperature in over a year, and the orb was distinctly radiating warmth. “Edwin?” His voice was soft now. “Is that… you?” - Or, it's 1990, and Edwin involuntarily becomes a spirit orb for the first time. My Notes: Orb lore! Orb lore! Edwin turning into Orbwin unexpectedly and Charles and him trying to figure out what is all means is very entertaining.

the phantoms here will never have their fill By: ahyperactivehero (ahyperactiverhero) @ahyperactivehero Rating: T Tags: AU - Canon Divergence, Protective Charles Rowland, Protective Edwin Payne, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Hurt Edwin Payne, Slow Burn Summary: Poltergeists are created when a ghost experiences extreme emotional distress. Poltergeists are notoriously hard to reign in, and they almost never gently move on. Neither Edwin nor Charles ever imagined it would happen to them. Basically, five times where the Dead Boy Detective Agency dealt with the threat of a poltergeist. XXX “Once you choose to go down the poltergeist route there is no coming back,” Edwin said. “And I will have no choice but to follow you.” “You can’t do that mate,” Charles said. His voice had cleared up some, his form less wavy. “Then do not go where I cannot follow,” Edwin said. My Notes: This was one of my first fic obessions when I joined the fandom. The ideas that it poses about poltergeists have been referenced by many other authors and are truly foundational fanon at this point. Plus it has Charles protecting Edwin many times which I love!

The Problem of Forever By: RB (BlueflowersandWings) @writerofstuff Rating: T Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Protective Charles Rowland, Case Fic, Kind of Summary: At first, it is subtle. — Or: a ghost couple comes to them with a case. Unfortunately for all parties involved, it does not go well. My Notes: I love how both the boys have to address insecurities to grow in their relationship. Charles being worried he's going to hurt Edwin and be like his dad hurts me deeply and Edwin worrying about being annoying hits too close to home.

The Seventh Circle of Hell By: chewingrocks Rating: G Tags: Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Soulmatism, Protective Charles Rowland Summary: Charles goes down to Hell to rescue Edwin, however he ends up stumbling across one of Edwin's many corpses. My Notes: Is it bad that Charles crying over one of Edwin's dead body stuck with me so much? I don't think so! Sad Charles thinking Edwin is dead makes me *feel things*.

the taste in your mouth By: greenaerie Rating: M Tags: AU - Canon Divergence, Dubious Consent. Hurt/Comfort, Protective Charles Rowland, Protective Edwin Payne Summary: An unexpected attack from Esther shocks the Dead Boy Detective Agency, taking Charles out of commission. Edwin solves this the only way he can. A good detective does what they must, after all. My Notes: Basiclly what would have happened if Edwin decided to take the Cat King's original offer. The complicated consent issue here is really well addressed and I like how confused Edwin's feelings are about the whole interaction.

The Veil Between Our Love By: Mayarenerose @acediscowlng Rating: G Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Protective Charles Rowland Summary: “Edwin,” he calls out. There’s a ball of anxiety knotted deep in his gut. It’s stupid. Edwin probably just went into the other room or something. Ghosts don’t have feet, not really. And Edwin does his best, but his default is still to be as quiet as possible and not make a single sign that he exists at all. Back then, it had been fine, yeah? Just one of Edwin’s quirks that Charles had gotten used to. After Hell, though, it’s one of those things that drives Charles absolutely mental that he could never ever mention to Edwin ever. “Edwin mate, where have you gone? I promise I haven’t touched anything.” No answer. Charles is alone. Charles touches a cursed veil that makes Edwin disappear. He does not handle the separation well. My Notes: This is a recent addition to my favorites, but DAMN did it break my heart the first time. Seeing Charles freak out about not seeing Edwin initially was great, but then the angst continues and scratches the itch in my brain perfectly.

The Warmth of you By: Superfriki Rating: NR Tags: Sickfic, Feelings Realization, First Kiss, Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Protective Charles Rowland Summary: “Normally it’s me who gets us in dangerous situations by tripping on something. Don’t steal my thing, mate” Edwin weakly chuckled, sounding raspy “Excuse me, next time I will make sure I ask your permission before I fall face first into a toxic plant” - Aka Charles takes care of Edwin when he is sick and realizes some things along the way. My Notes: Features Edwin passing out and Charles using books to help him! Plus all the usual sick fic things that we all love (blankets, caring, reading, etc!)

The Way Back Home By: Author_By_Many_Names @steampunk-dandy Rating: M Tags: AU - Star Wars, Edwin is Force Sensitive, Charles is a piolet, Protective Charles Rowland, Protective Edwin Payne Summary: Whilst on a routine mission that slowly becomes less and less routine, Edwin realises he can't hide his feelings for Charles any more. Meanwhile, Charles wants Niko and C to get off the ship so him and Edwin can go back to their blissfully domestic lives. My Notes: Star Wars AU! The worldbuilding here is so well done and I love what the author did with each of the characters. Edwin being force sensitive in particular makes me very happy!

There's No Fixing Some Things By: qwanderer @qwanderer Rating: T Tags: Angst, Post-Canon Summary: "Stop that right now," Charles snapped. "You can't say that, Edwin, you can't." Edwin blinked at him, startled. "You said I could talk to you about anything," he said, quietly confused. "Well, not that," Charles said, standing up and hefting his bag. My Notes: The reason why Edwin can't say what he said will knock you over. It certainly made me have so many *feelings*

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factorydefaultlu · 2 years ago

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Just imagine corrupting teenage Aegon and Aemond.

Being a slightly older maid, maybe by 5 years.

Shout-out to my discord for the help

Aegon

Aegon is already wanting to rebel.

He's already starting to drink heavily and perv on the other maids.

He just needs an extra shove, to fully be able to never come back from the deep end. Luckily you're there to push him.

Get into his head, control him through sex. Pour him his wine at dinner, his cup will never be empty.

Help him into bed when he's piss drunk, rubbing his back while he falls asleep.

Sit on the edge of the tub when he bathes, help him wash himself. Fist his cock in the water and make him beg to cum.

Making him cry the first time you fuck him. You've brought him poppy and gotten him drunk. It's the first time his cock has ever been in a woman and he cums quickly, but you keep going. His sensitive cock throbbing as he cums again and again.

He hurts so bad and begs you to stop, he's sobbing, but you don't. If he really wanted you to quit he'd push you off.

He gets addicted to your cunt quickly. Wanting to feel like he did the first time. Always chasing that high.

He loves sucking at your tits for comfort, he has a habit of trying to pull your bodice down in public though. He gets spanked for that later.

He turns into your sweet little boy, even if he acts out a lot. Aegon always comes running to you with his problems.

Confiding in you about how unfair it is that he's going to be made king when he's older.

Try and get into his head, convince him that the throne is a good thing. How the power he'll hold will feel better than all the drugs and alcohol.

Aemond

Now Aemond on the other hand is a little harder to manipulate. He is a mama's boy so you'd need to get him to see that you're the better female influence in his life.

Praise everything he does, tell him how good he is at sparring. How good his Valyrian is coming along. Slowly start making comments on his physique, how he's getting taller and how his muscles are growing.

Comfort him when his brother and nephews bully him. Run your fingers through his hair, kiss his forehead.

Tell him how he doesn't deserve the abuse, and that he should do something about it. Get into his head, then slowly into his bed.

Be gentle, very gentle. You can't risk scaring him off. It will be a long time before he actually gets to fuck you. It's a lot of dry humping, whining and orgasm denial.

He takes after his brother, finding comfort in sucking your tits. He will never embarrass you in public though, when he wants you he gives you this look. A sad little kitten kind of look.

Bathe him, dress him, fix his hair. Fill Alicent's place of mother.

Especially after he loses his eye, you're the only one he'll let change his bandages. Kiss his wounds and tell him you'll always love him.

When his pain gets too much and he asks for his mother, tell him that Alicent is busy and comfort him yourself.

When his eye heals, suggest he place a sapphire orb in the socket. It matches his other eye, and shows that he has wealth.

When he claims Vhagar and gets more confident, make a comment to another maid "Now that he has a dragon he doesn't need me anymore." making sure he hears.

He'll be on his knees that night, begging you not to leave and that he will always need you.

Plant the idea in his mind that no woman would ever love him because of his looks. He's maimed and horrifying to look at. But not you, you don't run because you've known him for so long. You've seen him whole, you know his personality and how any woman would be lucky to have him.

Of course you're the only woman who'd see that.

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onmyyan · 11 months ago

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Been playing so so much baldurs gate and wanted to submit DND considerations for your OCS, please share your thoughts on the vibes:

Caspian: cleric all the way baby. can hit things real hard AND won't let shit hurt a loved one, but if it does get past him, he'll patch you up <3 healing touch on darling so he can cradle their face all lovey dovey. Could also see a paladin, but maybe one with a very unique understanding of his oath to protect others. Maybe even secretly broke the oath but doesn't care; if he's sworn to protect life, surely the oath should understand that he WAS protecting darlings life by violently ending another one?

Gabe: barbarian, obvs. himbo energy, big and tall, flies into a rage when need be, likes and enjoys violence with as little armor as possible. Tries to drink everyone under the table in every town and usually wins, but also usually ends up in a bar fight when his drunk competition ends up a little too mouthy abt darling for his liking. Will throw darling over his shoulder when they need to run

Ricky: wizard pondering his orb but in the snarkiest way possible towards everyone but his darling. "Are you that fucking stupid??? Are you illiterate?? Why get in the direct and literal line of fire when I'm casting. You deserve that scar" vs "if I ever accidentally singe even a hair on your head, I'm going to throw myself off a cliff". Likes to read to you in your tent bc it's "easier to focus", but just thinks you're so cute when you're falling asleep listening to him <3

Marcos: rogue, baby!!! He's stealing shit off anyone that annoys him, pulling darling out of the way of traps and into cozy little nooks with him while the others scramble out of the way. The party gets stopped at a toll house and he pickpockets the guard, then undoes their trousers and ties their boot laces together for good measure.

Manny: warlock but some real freaky shit, eldritch horror type beat. He's flickering at the periphery of your vision and you SWEAR he's got tentacles coming out of his face but when you look directly at him he's all :3c . his patron doesn't come around too much, Manny picked one that specifically wouldn't be too intrusive, bc he's been planning this shit out since the moment Ricky first cast a spell. He's always wanted magic but didn't feel inclined towards the scholarly pursuit of it so much as the "deal with a devil" thing. Is trying to figure out ways to bend the deal to benefit him and darling through powers beyond mortal comprehension

Diego: druid, no question. Affinity for wolves over everything else but makes a very cuddly lap dog too when the need strikes. Probably hangs out with darling as a literal stray first and then accidentally shifts one day, ending up directly in the lap of a now very freaked out darling

Ash: long-suffering ranger in a party of city dwellers. "Put that down" "don't eat that" "for the love of- no, you cannot pet the owlbear". Secretly enjoys being the only one in the know when he gets to show off for his sweet pea and may let the others do stupid stuff knowingly if it means he looks better by comparison.

Darling could be some adventurer or innkeeper who crosses paths with one and then all of the party, who just has to go with them to finish their quest or stay safe from the town that's suddenly overwhelmed with monsters. Or maybe HER party was wiped out by some shadowy threat, and she never figures out that her new pals know more about that tragedy than they let on.

This is absolute perfection??? How did you know I been playing baulders gate huh?? How'd you know this would scratch my brain in a perfect way??

#yananswers #anon submission #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #delmont brothers #yandere oc x reader #caspian delmont #gabe delmont #ashley hunt #ricky delmomt #manny Delmont #marcos Delmont #diego dumas #incredible concept babes

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bhaalbaaby · 1 year ago

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So how do you think the companions would react to a Tav with a high sex drive?

thank you for the ask and sorry for the delay 🫡😭 I'm basing this off my current tav Penelope who does have one, especially in act 1 and 2

@spacebarbarianweird + @tragedybunny

gale would think it's amusing at first with little comments about wanting to let loose and be underneath someone. he doesn't offer a 'helping' hand however, wanting to focus on the task at hand with the tadpole and his orb. it isn't until he's confronted with his mortality that he starts consider what it would mean for one night of escape with tav. it's been a little while with him since he's put in the effort for sex, but aiming to please is something gale never put off and would try his best to match his partner's fervor.

wyll wouldn't give in to the temptations as much as he wants to, but he wouldn't be above teasing them endlessly with his words, a gentle hand on their waist, kissing their palms while he looks at them as if they were his sun, moon, and stars, until tav gets too flustered and has to go take care of themself. he does think about them in his own bedroll when he does have his own urges and the dirty fantasies they shared earlier, his hand becoming his best friend in the coming weeks.

lae'zel is up for the challenge, wanting to see how much she can endure and push herself for pleasure. she's a bit embarrassed at first that she doesn't last as long as first when tav asks for another round, wondering where this stamina comes from and also how they can use it on the battlefield.

shadowheart at first judges tav silently from her tent, watching tav hop from companion to companion. while she doesn't join in (shar forbids this), she does like being a listening ear for the gossip, wanting to know who is the best lay in the camp and why is it a tie between lae'zel and astarion. if she doesn't become a dark justiciar, she will want to join tav in their sexcapades, wanting to let go just for a moment and tav being the perfect escape.

karlach would be so jealous of tav at first that they are able to express and act on their inhibitions with whoever they wish. it does surprise her a little bit when tav confesses their attraction to her since she can't do anything without hurting them, but is pleasantly surprised to see tav put in an effort by whispering all the things they want to do to her, writing them down too and slipping them into her tent or in clive's lap for her to find later. when karlach can touch, they spend the first week fucking on every surface they can and anywhere karlach wants since they have ten years to catch up on. it becomes more passionate as she realizes she doesn't have much time left, with longer sessions focusing more on their intimacy.

astarion catches on to tav having a high sex drive pretty quickly and makes his seduction plan super easy. he doesn't expect tav to be so open with their desires and how their foreplay doesn't start before the actual act of sex, complimenting his clothes and armor, the way he fought during a squirmish, and his taste in wine chosen at the end of the day. during sex, he can match their enthusiasm with practiced showmanship. when he reveals his true feelings to tav, it is an adjustment, but they find new ways to be intimate by reading erotic stories and poetry, making out, and attempting tantric sex without penetration or getting naked until he is comfortable. ascended!astarion would use this to his advantage, promising many nights to years of pleasure for his consort. spawn!astarion would appreciate the intimacy they did before, and would want to explore more.

halsin has seen it all and is more than welcome to anything tav can throw at him. he can keep up with tav as well, finally letting his years of guilt fall away as he focuses on them. he lets tav lead most of the time. if tav needs him between their thighs 24/7, he would find a way to make it happen, the kisses while making them wait intoxicating and leaving tav's lips tingling. he may make a comment on their taste being the sweetest nectar he's ever tasted.

minthara would use this to her advantage, especially if she can dom tav, to see how she can use them between the sheets and on the battlefield like lae'zel. she would be into longer sessions of just edging and making tav beg for release, putting their mouth to work between her thighs as she dictates all the things she will do once they take control of the elder brain and bring honor to the world as tav worships her body with everything in them.

#hope that helps <3 #LMAO #nsft #long post #writing #headcanons #gale #wyll #lae'zel #karlach #shadowheart #astarion #halsin #minthara #sorry lae'zel's is short ;-; i still need to do her romance lol

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korereapers · 1 year ago

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Title: Tainted

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Ship/Pairing: Astarion Ancunín/Gale Dekarios, bloodweave

Warnings: smut, Netherese orb shenanigans. LOTS OF FLUFF

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It has been a mistake on his part, and Gale can't help but blame himself for it. Who would be to blame, if not him and his foolishness? For how much he prides himself in his intelligence, evidence suggests that he has been, yet again, way too impulsive.

"It's more than fine, darling," Astarion says after a deep sigh, and Gale knows that he must be lying. It's not fine, nothing is fine, and Astarion's thumb on the corner of his own lips, licking it absentmindedly, tells him that he has, indeed, ruined the night.

"I swear to you, Astarion. In Mystra's name, I swear I had no idea-"

"Oh for fuck's sake!" Astarion exclaims, clearly irritated, baring his fangs dangerously, but Gale has learned to discern real danger from just a very visible frustration. "I know you had no idea! I know you wouldn't! Can you please keep that goddess of yours out of this?"

Gale bites his own tongue, because everything he can say would make the situation worse. He knows that Astarion blames Mystra for his situation, but Gale knows well enough that he has nobody to blame but himself. His foolishness, his impulsiveness. It wasn't hubris, not really, not as he understands it. He wanted her to like him, to admire him like he does, to-

"Honey," Astarion says, a hand with long fingers on Gale's cheek, a tentative touch that desperately makes him want to go back to reality, far from these thoughts. Can he allow himself that, though? Doesn't he owe him, them all, himself, and Mystra the guilt he is feeling? Isn't it better to do something useful with it, to use what he has inside of his chest for something good, instead of corrupting everything good that has ever happened to him? "Gale. Stop thinking. Look at me."

Gale smiles weakly at that.

"I am afraid, my vampiric companion, that ceasing all thought is kind of an impossible task-"

Astarion groans exasperatedly.

"Wizards… Fucking wizards."

"I mean. At this moment. I am brimming with thoughts. And not the good kind, I assure you."

Astarion's touch is cold, almost grounding. Red eyes look at him with worry, as if Gale was the one hurt, and not the other way around. It makes the hole inside of his chest feel bigger, the orb thrumming softly.

"Don't try and deflect again. That’s supposed to be my job."

Deep down, Astarion cares. He cares, because he reacts, sometimes viscerally, to the choices the group makes, to what Gale does to him, or to himself. Blood might not flow naturally inside of his body, but anger can make it boil just the same. Sadness does make his eyes sink, his movements slower. Happiness making his features shine, too young to what he had to endure, too full of life.

Gale doesn’t really want to think about when Astarion’s expression shows fear.

“I am aware of the… reservations you had towards us getting intimate. I of course intended to give you space. I tried my best at it,” Gale starts, his voice a little high, panic still fresh in his body. “I wanted to give you a special night. A night you would never forget.”

As if in cue, the starry sky becomes even more beautiful, its colors more intense. It’s a miracle that Gale hasn’t lost his concentration, given the circumstances, his magic still a wonder to Astarion, who looks up for a brief moment, only for his eyes to be back on Gale’s a second later.

It might be dark, but Gale works his magic for human eyes, and Astarion is an elf, and a vampire. He can see his warm eyes, rightfully worried, even if his worry is misplaced, this time. He sees how he gulps, he can almost feel every breath, even more because Astarion himself doesn’t have to, his lungs useless long ago. His blood, warm inside of him, the most tempting current, its flow a temptation he has learned to ignore most of the time.

He is aware, both of them are. Gale’s blood is corrupted, the orb inside of his chest making his body slowly rot from the inside, its magic taking Gale’s, and everything he touches with a purpose. Astarion hasn’t tried it again, Gale being adamant about it, about how dangerous it might be for him.

Gale is sure it is, at least. Not an acquired taste, as Astarion had tried to put it. As it turns out, it was not just his blood that got tainted by the Netherese orb, but many, many other parts of his body. Which is why, when Astarion had made the exact same face he did back when he first tried his blood while trying another completely different fluid of his, Gale had panicked.

Blood is one thing. It’s different when your vampire companion tries to bite you against your will, and he bites more than he can chew. Quite literally. Enjoying the… attentions Astarion’s mouth gives to him, after weeks of dancing around each other? After a well needed conversation about how Gale hasn’t had a partner after Mystra, while Astarion very much prefers not to be touched sexually until he feels ready? That’s a completely different thing.

Gale has ruined it all. Again.

It’s surprising, because he feels their illithids close, together, connecting. Astarion might not be able to understand, but wants to. His expression relaxes as Gale lets him connect, lets him see. There is no point in hiding anything anymore.

“You wanted to make it special. For me.”

Gale nods, closing his eyes when Astarion closes the gap between them, not to kiss him, but to touch his forehead with his own. Astarion, who doesn’t like physical touch, initiates it with someone like Gale, who caresses his cold face as if it was easy.

“You are afraid of this eternal feeling of yours. You feel that you are not good enough, that you have to impress me to make me think that you’re… worthwhile. That you have failed me and you have failed yourself.”

Gale doesn’t even try to hide, a sigh escaping his lips, his heart sinking when Astarion imitates the gesture a second later. He can feel his irritation through the tadpole, but Astarion keeps his cards close, he always does. The connection gets interrupted when Astarion moves, and Gale is, indeed, afraid. Afraid that he has ruined it even more.

Mystra didn’t deem him worthy. Maybe Astarion thinks the same.

The vampire shakes his head, graciously, and Gale finds himself looking, red eyes shining in what he recognizes as anger. Anger at him, maybe. That would be understandable, as Gale Dekarios seems to have a talent to make people angry at him.

“That’s… oddly self centered, don’t you think?”

Like that, Gale’s mind goes blank. He registers the words, but they don’t make sense to him. A part of him makes his blood burn with rage at the audacity, but the sad, heavy feeling that reminds him that he deserves it is too overwhelming for the rage to take place. It drowns its embers without effort, and Gale is left weak, his shoulders slumped.

Here it comes. The punishment.

“You don’t get to decide what to think and what to feel. Only I get to decide that.”

Gale wants to speak, really, he does. He has practiced speeches for situations like this, so usual with Mystra, having to use his silver tongue to get in her good graces again, until he couldn’t do it anymore. Until no words would appease her.

He can’t talk, though, because his lips are sealed with Astarion’s, whose anger seems to translate into a particularly rough kiss. A kiss that hurts, a kiss that heals. A kiss that makes him bleed.

He wants to warn him, he really does, but his brain feels foggy, almost as if it wasn’t his own. Gale kisses him back, selfishly, and he feels Astarion tense when he drinks, the taste probably hellish. Everything in him surely tastes like Hell.

But Astarion doesn’t relent, and damn, Gale knows that neither of them are particularly strong, but Astarion manages to push him into the floor, letting him breathe just before he kisses him again. A different type of hunger, he guesses. His red eyes burn like a predator’s, and Gale wonders, even if for a brief moment, what color they used to be.

“Stupid fucking wizard. When are you going to stop being lost in your own mind? I care about you, everyone cares about you. You feed and take care of this group of weirdos, you talk and talk, and Hells, talk so much and so eloquently it makes me angry at how much it makes me want you.”

Gale shudders at his words, not moving an inch when Astarion starts unbuttoning his robes, slowly, dexterous fingers tracing his skin. He is beautiful, the lines on his skin as he frowns, his eyebags of not sleeping properly in who knows how long.

A hint of fangs shine behind his lips as he admires Gale's body, his chest hairy, rising and falling, the rhythm increasingly quickly because of how excited he feels, his breathing so intense he is afraid of passing out. A slender finger plays around the orb on his chest, and Astarion finally smiles a little, Gale's body reacting to his touch, the weave reacting to his touch.

"I'm afraid I am not sure of what will happen if you toy too much with it, Astarion."

Red eyes glint when the vampire's smile becomes more visible, playful, almost cheeky.

"We'll be careful, won't we, darling?"

He feels exposed in front of him, all of his fake pride gone, not flaunting anything anymore. He feels insecure, even if he knows how good his skills are, maybe because he does, and doesn't consider them nearly enough. Blame the tadpole, Astarion seems to notice.

"I like the Gale Dekarios I see. Not Gale of Waterdeep, not Mystra's chosen. Just you. She doesn’t get to define you, and neither does anyone but yourself."

Gale does smile a little at that.

"You are sweeter than you claim to be, Astarion."

The vampire scoffs at his words, as if they were the funniest joke in the world. Gale doesn't need an illithid to feel the bitterness coming out of him.

"I speak the truth, my star. You know I do. And your words, your feelings, are more than welcome. They may hurt, but I can discern good intentions when I see them."

Astarion does groan this time, no energy to sugarcoat it.

"Can you please shut-"

"I want to kiss you again, Astarion. And do whatever you are comfortable with. The only thing that worries me is that I will burden you with a rotten body, and a rotten purpose."

He feels that the words lose their original meaning, his pants still unceremoniously unbuttoned, his robes half open, long hair disheveled, a clear blush almost everywhere. It’s Astarion’s time to shudder, though, his expression intense when he gets closer again, Gale’s breath on his face, and he feels it in Astarion’s features, he thinks it’s nice, that it feels nice. Astarion’s breath is, of course, absent, an intense red color filtering through beautiful, white eyelashes. Knowing. Waiting.

“Come and get it, then. Show me how much you want it.”

Gale feels a tug from inside. Something in his chest that’s not his orb. Something down his abdomen that’s definitely his cock, still hard, against all odds. Still, he has to ask. He would never forgive himself otherwise. A small gesture towards Astarion’s comfort.

“Do you want it? Do you want everything my body, mind, and soul can offer you? Even after having briefly tasted me and felt how far gone my body is?”

Astarion doesn’t move, almost not blinking, so clearly undead that it should make Gale’s skin crawl, but it doesn’t. It really doesn’t, not when Astarion’s hand is nervously on his own, his lips still a treat to Gale’s eyes. He feels the word before it abandons Astarion’s lips, a half casted spell that Gale feels against his lips.

“Yes.”

He is sincere, the word engraved into Gale’s brain, making him tremble in anticipation. Gale’s warm hand is on the cold cheek, just keeping him in place as he moves, closing the distance between them with a shaky breath.

The Nine Hells be damned, Gale knows what he is doing, but Astarion almost has it engraved in his muscle memory. He gets lost in the sensation, something that makes Gale’s heart flutter, because Astarion may be used to sex, but he is not used to this. He is not used to the way Gale’s hands shake, slowly and desperately trying to get rid of the vampire's clothes, until Astarion helps, his hands more skilled at the matter.

With a decent amount of collaboration they manage to show themselves, unclad, under the myriad of stars.

“Are you okay, darling? You look like you’re about to collapse…”

Gale nods, desperately, his lips letting out a soft moan when Astarion’s hands explore his body, every curve, the soft patches of hair. He shudders when a slender, cold hand is on his cock again stroking him softly, his mouth carefully biting Gale’s lower lip, dry blood on it that only seems to make Astarion even more eager.

“You won’t like whatever I can offer you, Astarion. Especially not you.”

Astarion huffs in frustration, a word in elvish that he doesn’t quite identify, but he doesn’t move when he is on the ground again, Astarion’s beautiful body shining under the artificial aurora Gale has created. Lots of small, little stars joining one of their kind, whose fangs slightly glint in a grin when Gale looks up at him, hands on his waist when Astarion straddles him with his legs.

“I wanna ride you. That’s what I would like to do.”

Gale’s throat is dry, eyes big and focused on Astarion’s face. There is no warmth on his skin, but that’s just another reason to keep him close. To try and remind him of when he was alive, before Cazador, before all of this madness. Warm hands move from Astarion’s waist to his chest, aware of the lack of heartbeat, still feeling in the tension of his muscles that he is, indeed, nervous. He caresses the scars on his back, and dexterous hands guide him downwards quickly, way too quickly. As if he didn’t want Gale to touch the words engraved into his back. He respects that, of course, his cock surely interested when Astarion’s hands guide his own towards his butt, and Gale blushes when the elf smiles knowingly.

“I assure you, my dear. Whatever your body and mind can offer me is more than welcome."

Gale isn't so sure about that, to be honest. Not about Astarion's… predisposition, but about his own body. Maybe if he manages to talk to Mystra one day… maybe she would understand. Maybe she'd forgive him, and grant him a body he doesn't deserve. Maybe.

Astarion brings him back to the present, far from possibilities, making him focus on what they are doing. A bottle of something Gale bought as soon as they got into the outskirts of Baldur's Gate floats in the air, courtesy of Astarion's invisible mage hand. He smirks at him, fangs showing slightly.

"Do you want to get me ready, or would you rather watch?"

Both choices seem impossible to Gale's own fragile mental health, to be completely honest. Still, the choice is obvious to him at the moment.

"If you do not mind… I would rather touch you myself. You might find that I have some… untapped skills."

He doesn't know how he manages to say that with a straight face, but Astarion's smile only gets wider. He believes him. He really does. He takes the small bottle from the mage hand, handing it to Gale carefully.

"I'm sure of that."

There is this thing about Astarion. About sexual matters, he always seems to be confident, experienced. Not a hair out of place, clearly a performance that has been honed for centuries. His façade breaks slightly when Gale's coated fingers caress his entrance, red eyes bigger, like a nervous animal. Prey, for once, and not a predator.

Gale is, still, very much not a predator, thank you very much.

"You know you can relax around me, Astarion. We can stop whenever you want."

Astarion's groan is supposed to convey frustration, but to Gale's ears is just yet another expression of fondness.

He feels tight and cold around his finger, eager and fed, having drunk from one of their enemies mere hours ago. He feels warmer when he is sated, Gale has noticed. More alive, also more sensitive. His soft sigh when Gale slowly fingers him is not performative, for it's not perfect, not calculated, not so beautiful for it to be irreal. He is sure that Astarion would blush if he could.

Gale likes it even more this way.

The way his red eyes shine when Gale looks up to kiss him are more than enough, though.

"Hurry up. I can take it, wizard."

Gale knows he can. He still doesn't rush it, arching his finger a little, his caress a little quicker, but not much. He kisses his lips, his chin, his sharp cheeks. Sadness fills him when he thinks about being unable to feed him, not in a way that matters. Meat and stew taste good, but do nothing to placate Astarion's hunger. He still eats, though, not saying a word about the taste, so Gale assumes he enjoys it. Astarion would never take anything less than what he deserves, after all. In that aspect, at least.

Gale is the living proof of the exception, after all. Why would he choose a human, with a rotten body, a damned future caused by the most damaging part of his ego?

"Wizard. Stop overthinking, or the gods help me…"

He doesn't even have to ask. Astarion rolls his eyes, as if it were obvious.

"You get a little frown when you think hard about something. It's not usually something happy, for what I know."

Gale sighs, teasing his entrance with another finger.

"I get lost in my mind way too often. For that, I apologize."

Astarion gasps as he enters him, slender legs shaking on Gale's lap.

What a sight…

"You're lucky you're kind of cute, Gale Dekarios. If you weren't, I might have stabbed you long, long ago."

Gale knows that he is joking. He also knows that it's not a coincidence that Astarion is saying that when he is feeling vulnerable, or that he is using his family name, and not the epithet Gale uses for himself. He has been since they met Tara, since Gale mentioned his mother.

"I am cute? You are gorgeous, my star."

Astarion's muscles tense around his fingers in response. He surely likes the praise, especially when it is sincere, when Gale is not just speaking about Astarion's good looks. For a second, Gale wonders about it, about those muscles tensing around him, tight and delicious, taking him eagerly. He blushes at the thought, and Astarion smiles, dashing and knowing.

"A copper piece for your thoughts?"

Gale mumbles something incoherent, burying his burning face in Astarion's shoulder, making him giggle.

"Nothing? That's a first… having rendered Gale Dekarios speechless…"

He doesn't get to tease him for long, because Gale actually gets to work, trying to focus on the task at hand. Which is both preparing and pleasuring Astarion until he feels ready to take him and… experience whatever doom is awaiting them when Gale fills him with his rotten seed and-

Astarion kisses his temple, and it does make Gale think, about how comfortable he seems to be with his new role, in which his lips are not a tool to prey on others, to lie and lie and keep lying until someone finally falls for his tricks. This, this soft caress, honest and without worry, suits him perfectly. Maybe, Gale himself suits him perfectly.

Maybe.

"I said no overthinking."

Gale smiles at him, brown eyes like melted chocolate, his motions slow but purposeful. Astarion trembles on his lap, his cock twitching in interest, and Gale tries his hardest not to just take him in his hand, no matter how much Astarion's eyes, drowning him in crimson intensity, are almost ordering him to.

"I would like for you to enjoy this longer, my star."

The petname seems to work, because Astarion begrudgingly, sighs, almost as if trying to relax. He frowns when Gale curls his fingers, carefully massaging his insides, fingers that were made for reading and handling powerful spells finding a sensitive spot, and Astarion does indeed make a sound. It's not dignified, or elegant, but it's natural, raw.

He guides him through the whole process. How he likes it, the intensity, the pressure, the pace. He murmurs it all, sweet instructions against Gale's lips, who follows them in between soft kisses, shuddering each time Astarion seems to especially enjoy something.

"You are a quick learner, wizard. Such a beautiful brain you have…"

Astarion is riling him up. He doesn't have to be smart to know. He is successfully doing it, and Gale hates himself for falling for it, weak and pathetic, panting against his smile, feeling his thighs tensing around him.

"Inside, Gale," he says in a low tone, demanding, almost a growl. "I want you inside."

Gale Dekarios is, well, currently untouched. He still trembles when Astarion speaks, a desperate sound leaving his lips. He feels pathetic, but Astarion's expression is unchanging. Honest, wanting.

"Shit," Gale enunciates eloquently when Astarion moves, making Gale miss him dearly when his fingers are no longer inside of him. Astarion takes the bottle of lubricant, manually, slowly coating Gale's cock with it, keeping eye contact. Which would be hell for Gale if not for the fact that he is currently mesmerized.

His orb pulses, the sound of electricity filling the air. Maybe this is the way he goes. Unable to keep himself under control, way too excited and reckless to think about the obvious. To have enough strength to care about the danger.

"You are not going to get hurt," Astarion assures him. "You are not going to hurt me either. Or anyone in camp."

"But-"

"You might be a self centered asshole sometimes, but you care about us. About yourself. About… about me."

Astarion may be unable to blush, but the way his tongue seems to twist and make him ponder about his words is maybe the closest thing he has.

"Deep down, you never wanted to off yourself. You just thought it was the only thing you could do. The right thing to do. Bullshit…"

Gale smiles at him, his hands on both sides of Astarion's face.

"Is that an insight… from self centered asshole to self centered asshole?"

Astarion chuckles at that, enamored.

"Oh he has some edge… I love that."

It's Astarion who guides Gale's cock towards his entrance, his experience still unmatched… which leaves Gale with a sour feeling. He shouldn't have had to deal with something like that. He deserved better. That's why he is trying to make everything beautiful, perfect for him.

"I can… I can do it all myself, if that helps you…"

Astarion gently rolls his eyes.

"Darling, I am indeed deeply grateful. But I want to do this. I want you to feel good, and I want to feel good with you. I do appreciate the pampering but… I'm fine, I swear."

Gale’s smile is nervous. Knowing what’s to come, knowing what to expect. His throat bobs slightly, gulping a little bit too loudly.

“If I understand correctly… that means that you want to pamper me, I am assuming?”

Astarion’s smile is devilishly sexy after he answers with a single word, but it’s not rehearsed, not so pretty it has to be unreal. It’s pretty, his fangs showing slightly, but it’s not too wide, not too flashy. There is a hint of nervousness in trembling lips, and Gale can only kiss them softly, feeling their cool touch that is starting to warm up to him.

His insides are not cold, but not warm either. Something is at work there, maybe that Astarion has fed recently, so his body is especially vigorous. He takes him slowly, almost like torture, and Gale has his hands on his hips, making sure that he doesn’t rush it. Astarion seems proud of himself when Gale lets out a breath that he didn’t know that he was holding, a little fanged smile that Gale makes sure to kiss yet again.

“Are you sure…” he tries to ask, nervous about his obvious problem, but Astarion is having none of it.

“Yes.”

“But-”

“Darling, you might be an incredible wizard. A wonderful man. But I’m pretty sure your cock lacks the skill to kill me, no matter how good of a cock it is.”

Gale’s face is flushed, both mortified and incredibly pleased. Trying not to let the compliment go too deep inside of his psyche. He can feel himself getting harder at it, and Astarion’s smile is amused, sinking himself more into him, making a sweet sound when the friction seems to be a little bit too good.

“Fuck… finally.”

Gale cannot say much in return, too overwhelmed by the sensation, not just the physical one. Astarion makes him lie down, the beautiful night sky above them. Pale skin reflects the light slightly, making Gale gasp in awe. The stars may be beautiful, but Astarion is the most gorgeous of them all.

“My star…” Gale manages to say, his voice strangled, before the vampire moves, hungry for him in a way that Gale hasn’t felt in decades. Before Mystra, before his own foolishness, before all this mess. Red eyes shine in recognition, in fondness, rocking his hips slowly.

He’s beautiful. That’s what he thinks as Astarion moves, his movements elegant. He thinks about him moving in the shadows, slicing an enemy without effort, his eyes hungry in a completely different way. He looks up at him, because he knows, he knows he might be doing this for him, and not for both of them, but his expression is not vacant. Astarion is there with him, moaning softly when Gale’s warm hands caress his thighs, tenderly, digging his fingers into his skin with both sweetness and lust.

“May I… may I touch you?”

Gale has to ask, wants to ask. Astarion confided in him, about his worries, his past, his relationship with sex. He won’t do anything Astarion is uncomfortable with, but it’s still refreshing to hear him chuckle, the gesture making his whole body tremble.

“Of course, my dear,” he murmurs, just a second after moving again, Gale’s hold on him tighter, moaning softly, a hand slowly moving towards Astarion’s erection. He takes him with no hesitation, sensing him tense, the eye contact making Gale’s insides burn. Astarion looks intense as he moves, as Gale pumps him, tight around each other, an exhalation escaping an undead mouth with effort. It is rewarding when he finally moans, and Gale just frowns, nodding slightly.

It’s funny, almost, how words elude him in that moment. He feels himself babbling at times, about Astarion, about how pretty he is, about how nice and sweet he is to him. It makes Astarion’s expression change, and Gale doesn’t feel any kind of disgust coming from him, if the tension around his cock is to be trusted. He has never been good at reading expressions, even less in this state of near climax.

That’s why it takes him by surprise, the way Astarion keeps moving, but gets closer to him, looking for his lips briefly before the kisses go down his chin, his throat. Gale is pretty sure the vampire is not going to bite him, given how revolting his blood is, but his lips are dangerously close to the Netherese orb.

Gale wants to warn him, to tell him he doesn’t know how volatile the orb might be, but he isn’t sure if Astarion would have listened nevertheless. His voice breaks when Astarion kisses it, tenderly, his face buried on Gale’s chest as he keeps rocking his lips.

If there was something to say, Gale isn’t sure he can find the words, his face so red he fears he might faint. He just moans, feeling the orb thrumming, Astarion’s own whimper making his sight blurry. His movements are erratic. He must be close, too.

“You wanted to keep this from me, wizard? You feel like electricity… Powerful and vigorous and…”

Gale wants to say something, anything.

“Astarion…”

“I love everything you have to offer. I love… I love everything…”

That’s a little bit too much for Gale’s heart to handle. He feels himself coming messily, with the strength of a sledgehammer, the orb dangerously close to losing its stability. He is, too, so he wouldn’t really blame it. The stars seem to flicker above them, and Gale doesn’t know how his concentration hasn’t broken or faded, after all. Astarion keeps moving, almost desperately, reaching his own orgasm shortly after, Gale’s hand erratic on him, but apparently still enough to make him figuratively or not, see the stars. He feels a smile against his chest, a small kiss on it afterwards, and Gale realizes, embarrassed, that there are tears on his face. He still kisses Astarion’s temple, both in relief and in gratitude.

“I stand… I stand corrected,” Astarion mutters, still kissing his skin. “That cock almost killed me, albeit not in the way you feared.”

Gale lets out a small chuckle, trying not to sniff too loudly. Still, he knows that there is something in the air. The orb seems to react to Astarion’s touch, even if weakly, as if drawing itself to him.

“Do you… do you feel the weave, like back when we practiced?”

Astarion nods, looking up at him, magic oozing from him, a faint purple glint in his eyes.

“If I compliment you too much, it’ll go over your head, so I’ll just say this. You may taste like hell, but this…”

Gale knows the feeling well. Completion, understanding. Fulfillness. He caresses Astarion’s face, feeling the magic under his fingertips.

“You are lovely. I know I might have said that already, but if you are not averse to-”

Astarion’s lips are on his own, trapping him between the vampire’s body and the ground. Drinking from him without draining him, just… sharing an experience. Connected in a way that makes sense to both of them.

“It feels good, to be like this with you.”

The netherese orb is like a curse, a punishment for his own hubris, but Astarion’s fingers circling it, his small kisses, almost make it all bearable. They both wear their marks, the weight of their past. Gale’s fingers ghost over Astarion’s scars as they kiss, not daring to touch them too much, not until it’s Astarion who guides him towards them, as if trying to repay his trust.

If Astarion realises that Gale is crying again, he says nothing about it. They just lie side by side, looking at stars that aren’t real, but that are proof of everything Gale wants to convey. Closer than they should be, even if the moment is technically over. Gale would love to cuddle a little more, but he doesn’t really want to push it and make him uncomfortable.

“Thank you,” he says instead, his warm eyes looking at him, at the beautiful start shining among hundreds of his kind. “For everything.”

Astarion doesn’t meet his gaze, still looking at the sky. At everything that Gale has created for him.

“You have been kind to me. That’s more than most people can say,” he offers as an explanation, but says nothing else.

Gale still notices how he gets closer to him, his head casually resting on Gale’s shoulder as he admires the sky. Gale, though? Bless the weave and its wonders, but in that moment, Gale can only keep looking at Astarion.

#my stuff #bloodweave #baldur's gate 3 #astarion ancunin #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #these hoziers kind of ship motherfuckers

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cringefaecompilation · 3 months ago

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alright, alright, serious post about episode 102. i was really angry when i saw ludinus ignore every single valid argument against the gods or have an ounce of sympathy for the innocent lives lost and instead cackle like a stereotypical villain about how he was right all along. but then i was also super lost when the hells came to the conclusion ludinus only showed them the vision because he wanted the same power and lack of consequences to perform them as the gods.

and then it hit me. context is key. and what's the context of them being shown this orb?

ludinus wants to show them the darkest day of the gods abusing their power. but all they have seen of ludinus are his darkest days. this is the closest to a good day they have seen from him and i can guarantee if they'd stumbled upon this orb by accident or had been shown it by allura or anyone besides ludinus they'd be a little more understanding and less punchy. not fully change their opinions, though; i think if dorian or ashton were shown this in isolation their god-hating opinions would remain, fearne's ambivalence would remain, and the rest's shaky yet mostly positive opinions would remain. but since ludinus showed them this with the undercurrent of "you'll all trust and believe me wholly after seeing this!" he kinda shot himself in the foot. of course they assume the worst.

it doesn't make imogen a mean bitch laughing at his trauma and telling him it doesn't matter. it doesn't make orym a whiny hypocrite trying to lord his pain over ludinus'. it doesn't make chetney and laudna r/iamverysmart posters for bringing up the very real facts that he is oppressing people and harming innocent lives to "stop oppression and innocent lives being lost". it doesn't make ashton telling him he's just as bad as them a false equivalency because a bureaucrat "isn't as bad" as a deity. if ludinus is allowed to be upset for seeing the worst in someone demanding unwavering trust that has done nothing but harm them, then so are they.

this isn't me saying he's worse than the gods and they've done nothing wrong. they're equally oppressive, the hells even so much as admitted that the gods fucked up and "sinned".

and here's the kicker: i genuinely think that if they sat down and had a calm talk with ludinus, if they told him that the gods were not perfect and told him about firsthand stopping the colonization in issylra and delilah causing the apocalypse with her own god, if they gave orym 400mg of weed so he would chill for like ten seconds, if fcg was alive and told him that his pain was valid, if they were as kind and sweet and supportive as humanly possible to him... he'd still get fucking pissed at them if they didn't 100% agree with him.

he is not looking for a debate. he told them to make their own opinions on what they were shown but then got enraged when their opinions did not line up with his and then triggered delilah to rip herself out of laudna out of spite. i can sympathize with what happened to him, but i cannot sympathize with how he responds to criticism that does not immediately center and for lack of a better term, coddle him.

and i don't mean that in the sassy bnf post way like "this character is a bratty womanchild/manchild that needs to grow a pair", i mean it in the sense that this is the behavior of a person that was neglected so intensely that they take all criticism as a personal attack every time. it's a trauma response that's been getting worse and worse as the campaign goes on and his mental state has been getting worse due to outside forces triggering him. (eg: laudna and orym and imogen on the heroes' side)

ludinus is very, very hurt. fucking duh. he watched aeor fall as a kid and got told to suck it up as said kid. that'd fuck anybody up! so no matter what anybody says to him, if they do not validate his feelings immediately after he's shown them how he was hurt, he's going to hear them saying "fuck off, you're just whiny" no matter what they're actually saying. that's why he smiled at the orb because he'd finally been justified, and it's why he got so angry when the hells told him they refused to join him.

i'd also reckon this is why he's parentified liliana; the one person that did show him kindness and sympathy and he refuses to let her go just as much as she refuses to let go of him. he needs her not just as the vessel, but as his only "friend". i think that's why he wants imogen or fearne to join him. then he won't have to kill the only person who cares for him. it's a fucked up abusive relationship he's convinced himself is healthy because they understand each other like no other.

but of course, then what? what next? does he really want power? i don't think so, ludinus' ship has sailed. he just wants the gods dead and doesn't care what happens next. it's why he insists with no proof predathos won't care about anyone else asides the gods. it's why he's going to sit back and let the reilora conquer exandria. it's why if he fails, he doesn't care if everything burns down and the world is thrown into chaos.

if people refuse to see a world without gods, then only way out of this for ludinus da'leth is oblivion. and he's fine with that if they get taken out with him.

#🍃#critical role #critrole #ludinus da'leth #ludinus is deeper than the fandom gives him credit for and i can appreciate the shades of grey #i also want to beat him to a bloody pulp with a hockey stick #these are not mutually exclusive #also imo if you want an annoying depthless villain fearnes' shitty rapist dad is right there. he's an anticiv fash too

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undermine-the-instinct · 2 years ago

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Oof, to add on to the relunctant AbsentDad!Touya, courtesy of @willowser....

Hell breaks loose the day your daughter calls Shouto otō.

You can't really play it off. Shouto and Otō both rhyme, but your daughter is very articulate for her age, only two, nearly three, and she said it with perfect clarity.

It's one of those family dinners that the Todoroki's have once a month. Fuyumi does most of the cooking, but everyone is obligated to bring a dish.

And you don't have the last name, but they all welcome you so readily, and your daughter loves them all. She loves her uncle Natsuo, who picks her up and throws her up in the air. Her aunt fuyumi, who cooks good food and always gives hugs. Sweet and calm baba rei, with her cool hands. And even jiji enji, who sometimes picks her up, so tiny in his giant hands. You always watch them carefully.

But her favorite is Shouto. He learned how to make little ice orbs for when she was teething. He lets her 'braid' his hair. Rattle the little canisters on his hero suit. Heats up her food when she lets it go cold.

Shouto was trying to feed your baby in her high chair, that she's getting too big for, while she kept shaking her head and turning away. No trains, or airplanes, or birds or dragons would make her open up. Finally she yelled,

"No, otō!!"

And the room fell silent. Your daughter, oblivious, just kicks her feet and leans farther away from the spoon. You have frozen, passing a platter onto Natsuo.

No one moves. Your daughter continues to kick her feet.

"...Oji. You mean Oji, right baby?" She looks at you, confused. She points to Enji.

"No! Jiji is jiji. Otō is Otō!"

"Shouto is Oji. Oji. Natsuo is Oji too, okay?" She still looks confused, and you repeat yourself. She nods.

She opens her mouth to say something but Shouto attacks, putting the spoon in her mouth, gently of course. And she knows better than to spit food out, so she swallows, albeit with a disgusted look on her face.

"See? It wasn't that hard, right?" She pinches her face and nods.

"I'm sorry. But if you eat all your food, I'll make you those ice lamas you like to munch on." Shouto smiles, imperceptibly, when she nods eagerly this time, and he continues to feed her.

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The tension stays, but the night goes on without a fuss. You feel an absence, like the cool imprint of air after someone moves out of your space. Your stomach rolls, appetite gone.

The next morning, you hear on the news that seven people have been burnt to cinders. The estimated amount is only seven, because only teeth were what was left in the ashes. Pro heroes most definitely, or some politician whose scandal will be thrown to the light soon.

You swallow against the dry patch in your throat. You turn off the tv, glad your daughter is still sleeping.

He doesn't try to hide what he did, and the next time you see him its a video, uploaded to YouTube, prancing and shouting more than laughing. He's got more burns now. He's laughing so hard the staples on his face are falling off, tearing him open. His burnt eye patch things are bleeding. Something aches inside you.

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You don't know why you save the video. It's taken down two hours later.

Every month you find a check, some large sum of money, inside your apartment. Always somewhere obvious-on the counter, atop the fridge, on your desk or your pillow, today. The amount has been increasing lately. You see him more in the news now.

Ever since you moved to a new, nicer neighborhood there have been no footsteps creaking in the night, no doors wincing as they were let open. No figures looming in the shadows a street, a block away, watching over you, though you know he still does. Just too far, too hurt and too busy to do it in person. Maybe that's a good thing. You think his hands would ignite, if he saw what you do right now.

Fuyumi being in your apartment and helping out is okay, but not Shouto. Shouto shouldn't be in your apartment too, much less cradling your baby, half asleep in his arms.

Its only been a couple of days since the dinner incident. More bodies have been found, properties destroyed. You all know who did it. Its an unspoken knowledge. And the death toll only keeps rising, somehow, everytime your daughter slips and calls Shouto, otō. They haven't made the connection yet. You have.

She likes Shouto because he's warm, she says. And cool. Everyone else is cold and nice, and you don't really see jiji much, nor do you want to, so Shouto is her favorite. You think she would've loved Touya. He was always warm.

Is, is. Sometimes you have to remind yourself he's alive, somewhere.

Shouto is just happy to be of service, he says. He's not good with kids. He just wants to be a good oji-san to his little niece. Just wants to make sure she's healthy, happy. It's sweet. You know his intentions are pure when he smiles down at her. Your stomach twists, anxious, anyways. You are waiting for something.

You don't wait long. For the first time in years, you get a phone call. Unknown caller. You pick up.

He doesn't say anything for a while. He just breathes, and he sounds bad. There's a rasp, a delay-like he has to drag each breath in and out his chest. Still, he speaks first.

"...That's my baby." You sigh, and that only fans the flames.

"That's my baby. Mine. Not fucking his."

"Of course, I know."

"Than why the fuck is she calling him that? Huh? Why the fuck is she calling someone else dad?"

"Because kids aren't dumb. They see things. They ask questions. They try to fill in the blanks any way they know how. That's why Touya." It's the first time you said his name, to him at least, in years. It doesn't feel like it.

"I corrected her. It's not even a habit. I'm working on it." He scoffs, mumbles the words back to you, but you hear what he doesn't say.

You search for the words, but you seem to have said it all in your last talk. You are standing, unsure and wary, and it's like a liminal space. Time doesn't exist here. Like you could reach out and pluck your last moments together out of thin air, inspect them in the moonlight.

"It was just Father's day, and people, stupid people were asking questions. No one came, except me, and she was sad." You explain.

"She's just…trying to make sense of things. I'll sort it out. Shouto is her favorite anyway so that's why she called him that." He snorts, and you imagine fire came with it, like a dragon.

"...Yeah. Shouto seems to be everyone's favorite." There, the root of it all. Your voice is small, but you take a chance. You still want to comfort him, after all these years.

"Not my favorite."

He pauses, scoffs.

"Really? Because he seems to come over to your place a lot. Helping with the chores, I guess?"

"Touya."

"Picking the baby up from daycare? Taking her to the parks and shit? Helping you pick out clothes and little booties? The fuck?" He's really been watching, keeping an eye on you two, his girls. You think a few years ago you would have been flattered. You're just tired now.

"You know Natsuo does the same thing."

"My baby doesn't call fucking him otō, does she?" He laughs, just like in the video.

"Doesn't he offer you breaks, from the baby? Go relax, or, you deserve this, you work hard enough. I'll pay for whatever, or, let me treat you."

"You know he's dense. He doesn't know what he's insinuating."

He laughs again, hoarse. You wonder where he is.

"He's a man now, of course he does. And you do too. Didn't think I was so replaceable." You go silent, angry, and he takes that as his sign.

"Do you like him? Is he pretty enough for you? Rich enough? Is he everything you've ever dreamed of and more?"

"Touya."

"What, got something to say? I don't want your apologies."

"I don't need to apologize because I've done nothing wrong." He starts to say something but you cut him off, fuming.

"Why are you calling Touya? Why? You don't get to say shit after all these years. You chose not to be a part of this."

"But that's still my fucking baby!"

"You've never even held her! You're never there, you don't want to be there!"

"Don't fucking say that, you know why I cant--"

"Does it matter why? You're still not here."

"So you found someone who is? Perfect fucking Shouto, huh?"

"Touya!" You throw your hand up. You should have never answered the phone.

"The perfect fucking prince, am I right? Are you fucking him, huh? Does he make you say his name when he fucks you? Do you cry when he makes you ride him?"

"Touya!"

"Tell me! Don't be shy now. You got a new man, let me hear about it! Does he rock the baby to sleep and sing her lullabies? Does he make it snow for her when she asks? Does he kiss you both when he leaves for work? The baby already calls him otō. Are you gonna give him a baby too?"

"Touya!" You say his name. You don't know when you've started crying.

"Touya. She's sleeping right now." You don't see or hear it, but you feel the anger leave him. Like smoking hands, going limp as you cry.

"We have a baby. We have a baby girl, and she's right next door." He curses when your breath hitches.

"...fuck, I know. I know."

"You can't yell at me. She's sleeping right now."

"I know, I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry."

"She won't go back to sleep if she wakes up now."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry baby. Fuck. I'm so fucking sorry." You think he'd cry if he could. His breath is ragged enough as is.

The line on both ends is quiet, as you try to calm down. Touya just listens to you,your sniffles and aborted sobs. He sighs. He sounds tired too.

"Just, go to sleep. I'm sorry I called, fuck. Just, go to sleep. Give our baby a kiss for me." And he hangs up, before you can say anything. You hang onto the phone.

Then you leave, to go kiss your baby.

You stay in that room, that spot for a moment more, lost in time.

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murkystarlight · 2 months ago

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Dreamzzz season2 spoilers

(Tbh. This is just me writing down my commentaries while watching the episodes)

Episode 14

The cat is adorable. And pretty..(I say this word a lot)

Pyewacket?

Zoey having troubles.

Yo-... I wasn't paying attention for a split second, and I thought she jumped out the window-(cause the cat was looking out of it 😭)

Also- how is Cooper's mom letting him go out to places every night? Does he sneak out? What about all the other ones? What do they tell their caretakers?? "I'm going to sleep at an observatory with my friends that my science teacher owns. See you tomorrow! Bye~"

Cooper is trying a lot of new things. Good for you. Very good.

Those two make a nice duo

The Never Witch probably is like a... some sorta.. memory bank. She would do great at tests. Can she help me with my tests??

Make more of the dopples? Oh-

Oh he is jealous- also, potent biofuel made from dream trash? Nice. ...does. does pollution happen in dreams too?

Okay- so.. hammer? And key leads to orb. The key looks pretty

Dad's birthday! That's cool. Okay. Um.. how is that related?

Cooper's being alone and lonely

Oh- Astrid has to sleep at a different time- of course.

Same every year?? Jasmine? And some.. weird red hulk versions of-

And Cooper has done it again! He does most the stuff around here doesn't he

They got Zoey's cape- so... is the one still around her neck a different part? Or is it the same but torn off

At least Z gets the credit

Oooh~ pretty

They just pushed eachother inside-

Duty Decimal System. New knowledge people

Z-blob can be used as a... backpack?

The spinning dots thing is coool. How do you do that??

Also how do they hold the paper while it's spinning??!

Cooper's brother?? Do we actually get to meet- at his place?? Holy- ah thank you riddle

Izzie is now besties with Jasmine

And Mrs. Castillo says something interesting again. Something is up with that woman! I swear

And does this mean.. we aren't going to Cooper's place after school to crack the riddle with his brother?

Dallas! He's trying to sell scarfs- in.. not very much winter. Nice to see him again. Still selling his knitting. Only making the same scarfs...

Rock n roll realm? Okay- there's a lot of cool realms. And we don't know them all!(Wow. Logan sleeps well)

Mateo! You can't just cut him off like that..

Don't worry Cooper. It means you're getting more spotlight and focus. And not going to be abandoned after getting your character arc finished in the first two episodes.

"When you said you've been trying new things? That.. worked for you. Right?"

"Yeah. It's been great. But while I was trying new stuff, i think everyone else moved on. I feel kind of... alone"

"Alone isn't so bad. Nobody around to hurt you. Or for you to hurt"

"But it hurts. When the world keeps moving on without you"

I love the dynamic here. Those words are... kind of- hitting the spot but.. uh. Yeah. Nice. Very nice scene

"That's it!"

"You seem.. very happy about my pain"

"No, the world did move on! Stuff changes."

Then lore. But I really love this conversation guys. It... augggg

"The eye of the storm?"

"Bad weather? Need a scarf??"

(Okay. Dallas is also very adorable now)

Slept all day? Wow- that is some skills

And look at them dopples sleeping- omg--

The maze is pretty fun

Aannnd they're getting sucked in

Mrs. Castillo?? ...I'm telling you. She has something going on

And Cooper and Zoey is stuck together again.

And no- you aren't exactly giving off new best friends vibes Zoey. I thought you opened up. And he notices it too. Probably everyone else did also.

Okay it would be such a shame if we lost that thing. Because all the puzzle and stuff the time? So hard to find it. Lunia did some really good defense systems. Without booby traps

Okay. What happened to Izzie? What is that eye?!

Omigosh! It's Pye! Sick ...motorcycle? Okay... not what I was expecting honestly. But nice! That's awesome

That eye is messing with everyone's head- so... complicated. What is it supposed to be??

Um... doing the opposite?

"Aww... you called me Diz. I love it. are we besties?" That's adorbs. What? Huh? And she's crying? So many- confusing- ugghhh

"Wait. Why are you crying? If you're crying... shouldn't I be crying?"

💗(I used the word adorable or cute too many times-)

"Wait a second. If you understand me.. does that mean you understand everything I ever told you?"

Woah- lol. Your cat knows your secrets

"Not. One. Word. About the bathing suit incident"

...what bathing suit incident. What's that supposed to mean- Zoey! That was totally unnecessary! Why did you- Ugh. Now I'm curious- what do you f-ing mean???

That ball is making things really fun. I love it. Don't understand it. But I love it

Oop- Mr. Oz- I.. think... we owe you... another apology. Haha...

"[Laughs] pretty colors" yes indeed Cooper. You did a good job on that colored smoke

And now they're fighting- and Mateo is getting pulled into the mess- and... they're friends again. Welp- not sure what I was expecting. But they're having a bro moment. He has the smile on his face again so.. yay

Crocodile car!!

Dizzy is... still here?

Oh- the eye of confusion... it just... it literally just makes them confused. Oh. Okay. Yeah- that's it. Confusion. Mhm

The troubled look on Madteo- it's great

So many things packed into one episode geez-

Episode 15

Okay, Zoey. Are you sure it's a good idea to go meet your dad while he is.. dome-ified?

Also- why does he look... older?

The lip motions when Zoey and her dad meets. They're new. Cause... they be fed up and pouty and... twisted to the side?

Take care of Zian? Well. That's good. He- I like him. I like this guy.

He is trying Zoey. He... he admits his mistakes and try to apologize. Like.. genuinely. That is- something amazing

Gnorf's! Yayyy

New looks out of nowhere. Okay-

They caught Dizzy captive oohhhhohh

Cooper is not liking the sappy stuff

And now we're trying to find out about the crown.

Logan and Astrid~ they're really cute. Isn't too weird. Kinda forced and quick, maybe. But I think it's a good match

Astrid is kind of like a Cooper style

"What we face in the forge is not fear. But the thing we must learn to face within ourselves."

Interesting..... humm.... so the forge... then what about in the first season- okay. Cooper, um.. makes sense. Izzie... maybe she needed to like... let her mom go? I really don't understand Mateo's though.... maybe it's something like.. you can do it! Yayy (idk. Lol)

Oh here we are. The norfs

I loves theses dopples- seriously

And- Cooper is just.. chilling in the back. Okay. Well- yeah. He can do that. Do everything you want. He doesn't make a good cop does he?

So apparently the dopples still have the same interests and everything else. They're just... evil

"You like anime? Give up the Intel and we'll let you watch the Bunchu Bunny season finale. Episode just dropped last night"

"Oh, I helped Doom Dome the writer of that show. Made him tell me how it ends. (Spoilers of the anime)"

Well. That plan backfired. And bad. But at least we know? Nope. Doesn't help. She is the worst- (and we have two offended friends. Who love watching that anime. And got spoiled the ending-)(look at Cooper panting. So frickin cuuuutte. He's like- "no- you did not just do that to us-!")

And the bonus scenes?! No- she did not! How could she- but I need to know the plot and story of Bunchu Bunny now. It sounds fun-

Astrid has character building! Yayy let's see it

Logan has a interesting one too

You smell him on Zoey? What- and how did they know Zoey was using the watch for dream bandit stuff? Suspicious why they suddenly showed so much interest when Mateo opened the bag and showed them the eye too..

Logan!! Good, good

..another maze? ..did Logan just break the wall? He got an hourglass! Astrid needs to loosen up

On the table. He has had enough. And Izzie has a plan.

Look at Dizzies eyes going wide- dang... both Izzie and Dizzy sure love their pickles...

Logan grows! Whooo (I love that jacket-)(and the tail- holy. A tail??) Look at those two- finding true meaning, giving your hourglass. Blue and gold- mmmnnh

Uh oh-

"Promise me Teo. Promise me we won't ever become bitter like the GNORFs"

Why.... does that sound like... um... let's say- foreshadowing. .....it.. it sounds bad (also, what are you? A couple? That sounds so much like a couple in fanfics or smth-). Mateo doesn't even answer it

Eye twitch- Hehehe Yeah... yes. Use it agaisnt her. Savage- the give(not really) and take.

New look for Astrid too! So this is where she gets the new haircut!

Alright. We got two successful teams and one unsuccessful team

To the Nightmare king?? Him again? So is that what his crown is??

Episode 16

'Grim vengeance'? Please tell me Sneak is here again?

The snippets of info the dopples are giving us? They are delicious. Thank you dopples. So... what happened the last time the Never witch fought the Nightmare king?

Apparently the crown the Nightmare king originally has is not the crown we're looking for-

I can't tell if Cooper is shuddering because of the weather.. or....

Just keep away from the lovey dovey stuff they're portraying. If you don't like the sappyness

Susan! Snivel!! (Shoot- almost forgot about them) your babysitter hasn't come in ages, has he? Awww you poor things. They look so bored

"Anyone else think it's wack the Nightmare King had the crown of control this whole time but never used it?"

Exactly Logan! Ugh- it's weird. Right?? But Dizzy said from what she knows. Maybe someone else took it again?

Ruby in her staff? That's padt of it too? The ruby? *sigh* didn't know that

Susan carrying Snivel-

"Okay- maybe I should really stop throwing rocks-'

Eyes wide Susan. That was surprisingly cute

Sneak mentioned! Yay

A closet die hard vegetarian- holy- Oh my gosh

"Sneaky- sneak!"

Susan was shocked. But then realized this is worth bullying him about

Rainbow dance kitty-

Oooh Sneak has got some serious blackmail

Z-blob robot!! Yeahhhh

Susan helped! And- Snivel's just confused as heck

Okay- Cooper. Does have the fear and horror from when he was first captured. ...thank you

Trauma-

And Izzie just restarted Cooper's trauma

Darn it Izzie. Think a liiiittle bit more. Will ya?

"Did you miss me? I've been looking forward to this for days"

"You've been looking forward to seeing my for days-? Awkward~!"

Yes Teo! He is arrogant! He loves himself! And you technically count as himself. Duh-

"That's not what I meant! Tell me what you did with Dizzy"

Aw. So they do care for eachother

"Don't worry. She gave up real easy"

Zoey kicks Never Witch butt!

...uh- what happened?

Oh- they're in the Never Witches mind. Yes! Lore. Maybe we can see what the cloning herself thing is

So.. pretty and calm and peaceful

Sisters? Twins? Oh-

Helmet! Finally! Cooper! You have your helmet on!

Oh. Is that what the Never Witch means by the beginning? She used to be alone with that other purple hair girl. But other worlds started appearing and purple hair was interested and wanted to go explore. But the Never Witch didn't like it. Doesn't like change. Like we kept getting informed on

The islands are so pretty though

Accepting mistakes... hmp

Snivel keeps getting thrown-

Oh- sister... okay. But wow. If you love her so much. Let her do what she wants. And what do you mean 'if you go, don't ever come back'. I never understood those-

Uh... she just.. withered the flowers and made lighting crack? Anger can do things to people

Sandman!! Ahhhhhhh I missed you man

She went everywhere? Became one with the Dream World?? Whaaa??

What do you mean bring her back to me? You told her never to come back to you!

I like how Izzie and Mateo is heating the Sandman's words and thinking of their mom(I think)

So... I guess the Never Witch is a child playing with Barbie dream houses

Ah- we got babayaba's moving house(I don't know the name-)

Snivel- wow. We are really throwing away their trust for us

Oooh. The Nightmare King and the Never Witch! The fight. And it has something to do with the crown- the Nightmare King was keeping it away from her! Exciting

The crown looks cool-

So... she is blind?

"Welcome ba~ck! And... goodbye"

The sword! Oh yes! Those look so pretty! So Cooper's staff and Mateo's sword is also going to be here. Right? Right??! It's also very pretty (and Mateo made a... blob blasting thing)(looks like the Ghostbusters)

"I. Am the FIRST DREAM" WOAHHHH so anyways guys-

Did- what- um.. okay. So...

The Never Witch was just about to zap Logan and Cooper, Cooper jumps into Logan's arms amd the two wake up screaming. ...isn't it bad if they wake up in fear??

NO!! THE NIGHTMARE KING DIED

Also, why were you sleeping in your gym shirt Cooper? Is that your pj's? Or..

And seriously! Again? Why can't it be both Izzie and Mateo he says. And hugs. Why can't they just- why do every animation or movie or anything, do that! I want them all to be smiling and hugging, asking eachother if they're okay

Okay. But good job at reading the memory

We are going to.... the Beast realm!

#dreamzzz season2 #dreamzzz season2 spoilers #dreamzzz izzie #dreamzzz cooper #dreamzzz zoey #dreamzzz mateo #dreamzzz logan #dreamzzz astrid #dreamzzz

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year ago

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Ok ok ok I NEED to wrote that drabble... But after your ask of what the weasels would do if Poppy tried to leave them, I HAD to write a 'after the fact' scenario for all of them. Basically, now that Toontown is gone, and they're the only toons left... Now what? Does she come back to them? Does she stay away? Is she still trapped?These are definitely gonna be long, so all the ships are going to get their individual asks.

I've been catapulted into a Peezy mood, so Wheezy gets to go first XD... Also this one's got two endings, since I can see this going in two different routes, and I don't know which I like more. So YOU get to be the judge!

Since Wheezy told her when they were going to strike, or at least gave her a vague time of when, Poppy chooses to leave town entirely. Pack what she can, and find somewhere to stay- hopefully temporarily- in the human side of LA. She hates it; she worked her tail off to find a stable place to live after Henry took everything from her, and now she's about to lose her home again. Unless she can stop this plot from happening. So, unfortunately, that's just another thing that these weasels took from her when they decided to do this.

Poppy would be so, so miserable out there. It's been years since she's had to be around humans, so she had forgotten how they looked down on her own kind. It's a miracle that she manages to find a motel that would even allow her to stay, as long as she "keeps that crazy toony shit to herself". So now, she's managed to buy herself some time in the motel... It's time for her to step up and find the hero Toontown needs right now.

But she doesn't. None of the humans she tells will listen to her. Why would they believe that somebody would want to destroy Toontown? And she already tried to talk to Eddie despite knowing he doesn't help toons anymore, but he drove her away before she could tell him everything... And now, the week is up.

It's the talk of the town rather next day. All the humans shocked as if they hadn't been warned of this. Poppy's heart is torn into pieces as she watches Cloverleaf start to build over her former home... And there's no sign of the only other toons that could possibly be left.

Poppy has no choice but to find a way to make ends meet. But finding a stable job among the humans is quite difficult. She's managed to pick up some odd jobs here and there, but she's barely scraping by with that. And it's while she's out trying once again to find a more permanent job, that's when she runs into him. Wheezy.

The former lovers' eyes meet, and share the same look; surprised to find the other here of all places, yet relief. Wheezy feeling relieved that the one he still loves Poppy made it out ok, and Poppy feeling a slight comfort at finally seeing another toon after so long. A familiar toon at that... A toon she misses so much.

"... Heya, 'Pops..." He decides to say first, taking a drag from his cigarettes- human cigarettes now... She would have thought they'd stock up on toon cigarettes before. The not-so-familiar smoke billowing out of the corners of his mouth as he takes the chance to see all of Poppy again, before she leaves again, "You doin' alright?"

Her eyes are wide in shock, still processing that he was actually here... But there's also a tiny bit of warmth in those brown orbs, too. She still remembers how sweet he was to her, and how accepting he had been when she gave him the ultimatum... It still hurt deeply that he still chose to do what he did, but she can't bring herself to forget his kindness...

Outcome 1

...

No. No, she had to be strong. Wheezy may have treated her right before, but he wasn't good. He still willingly destroyed everything she loved... She had to be strong now.

Poppy didn't even have to say a word for him to know what she was thinking. All he had to see was that little warmth being forcefully shoved back, and she looked at him like anybody else now. Aside from the sudden sharp drag he took, Wheezy doesn't seem to notice the shift in her eyes. But he does nod solemnly, accepting her decision despite how much he yearned for her now, "I see... You better get back to whatever you were doin'. Seems important."

The rabbit just nodded as well, and went to turn on her heel... Before she stops and turns back to the old weasel. The love she had tried to hide was shining through her glossy eyes again, and Wheezy wonders what she's about to do. Now it was his turn to show his shock when she spoke, "I'll never forget you. No matter what happens..."

It was her final goodbye... He knew that. And it only made his heart feel heavier. His usually cold eyes were soft- they always were, for her- and he actually took the cigarettes out of his mouth as he looked back to her, the smoke cloud around his face able to dissipate now, allowing her to see him clearly now, "I won't forget you either... Take care of yourself, sweetheart. Ok?"

She only responds with a silent nod, and then quickly walks away. Too scared of what she'd do if she stayed longer. And Wheezy is left there, watching her retreating back, knowing that she wouldn't be coming back.

Outcome 2

...

Her eyes fill with tears and her lips tremble as she remembers everything she's been through out here, all alone in this strange world, without Wheezy. And now he was here, and he still loved her. She could see it in his eyes.

Before she can even consider the consequences, Poppy ran to him. Crashing into his safe ashy arms- even after everything, he always would welcome her with open arms no matter what- and clings onto him like a lifeline. Passing humans look at them oddly, but she doesn't care. If anything, it just spurs her to breakdown in her smokers arms.

She hated herself so much right now. Why couldn't she be strong enough to stay away? Wheezy had done something she could never forgive... But now, with the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around her, the toxic smell of his addiction surrounding her, and the dirty dress shirt clenched in her paws, it was only cemented in her mind that she couldn't stay away, "I l-love you... I-I'll always love you..."

It's said with heartbreak and not love. Wheezy knew that she didn't want to be here with him because of what he did. She didn't want to love him, and it did hurt... But right now, with his girl in his arms after being separated from her for so long, all he wanted to do was hold her snug against him, lose his nicotine stained fingers in those curls of hers he missed, and whisper soothingly in her ear, "Shh, shh, it's ok baby girl. I got you."

They could go pick up her things later- he wasn't going to let her go back to wherever she was staying, he knew it couldn't have been anywhere good. Right now, the two united, unfortunate, lovers let themselves sink in each other's embrace. Even if they both knew that these circumstances were terrible, they couldn't let each other go again.

OOOOOOH OKAY I'M GONNA ADMIT IT-

Peezy is my favourite Poppy ship XD I LOVE THEM ALL, but Peezy??? <3<3<3<3 Poppy with this scary looking old man who's actually got the most integrity in the group but still does what he 'gotta do'???? Holy crap, holy moly, holy crap.

OKAY SO THE ACTUAL FIC-

First of all- I love that Wheezy warns her ^^ Of course he does. I mean, he's still doing the terrible thing-- but he's warning his girl even though he knows she wont want him anymore?? (or *cough* wont want to want him anymore, at least) Completely on brand.

OOH BOY the shivers I get reading that 'and now, the week is up' bit.

and AGHHHHH Poppy feeling comfort at seeing him cuz she hasn't seen someone of her kind in a long time even though he is the reason for that??!! and also because its him, its wheezy, and she loved (loves) him- holy moly guacamole- I've been h i t-

Oh I love the detail that its a human cig he's sucking on. That's straight-up just a killer detail, that's all.

'The not-so-familiar smoke billowing out of the corners of his mouth as he takes the chance to see all of Poppy again, before she leaves again' <- <- this is my favourite line right here. I dunno, it feels like it could be predatory (especially considering this is an older man who destroyed her home and everyone she knew) but its not? Its just a man trying to hold onto something he loves for the few moments he's got it. And and and- 'take care of yourself sweetheart, ok?' <- THAT ONE IS MY FAVOURITE TOO! Oh wait wait no- 'knowing that she wouldn't be coming back' is painful too, oh my god--

AND OUTCOME 2 IN GENERAL- I-

That outcome is my cruel-heart's favourite, definitely. Ughhhh they're gonna be so unhappy together but so addicted to each other at the same time and I- I- wooooooooooooooooo boy I need a moment XD

#tw: flashing #flashing #okay thats 1 XD next up is greasy #this fic is going to be hard to beat though oh my l o r d.

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