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Married to The Enemy- Shingen Ch. 62

Chapter 62

Shingen happily showed Ava around their rooms. Her eyes lit up as he showed her the room where she could work on her sewing alongside him working on his carpentry. Her smile was bright when he showed her their bedroom and the rooms that were close by for the baby and any other future children they had.

After the tour, a maid was coming to announce that a bath was prepared for them. Husband and wife shared the bath, Shingen lovingly washing Ava’s back and giving her a gentle massage as he did so. Peppering her neck and shoulders with tender kisses, earning giggles from his wife.

After the bath, they returned to their room to relax. Though they would be having dinner at the banquet later, they had some tea and snacks. Ava was sitting in Shingen’s lap, her back pressed against his chest. Shingen was feeding her the snacks.

“You really spoil me.” Ava said, tilting her head back to look up at Shingen after he had fed her another bite.

Shingen smiled at her and kissed her forehead. “How can I not spoil my angel?” He replied. “I want to make you as happy as you’ve made me.”

Ava smiled happily and reached for one of the sweet buns that was on the tray and held it up to Shingen’s lips. “Well, if that’s the case then let me spoil you, too.”

Shingen couldn’t help but to smile as he accepted the sweet treat. Though just as Ava was about to pull her hand away, he gently grabbed her wrist. He gave a mischievous grin as he brought her fingers to his mouth, parting his lips to gently take each finger between his lips, licking and sucking the sticky syrup off of each finger.

A little moan escaped Ava’s lips, as heat shot through her. “Mmmm….”

Shingen chuckled as he began placing kisses over Ava’s palm, slowly moving up to her wrist. “When you have reactions like that, it’s so hard not to indulge myself more, my love.” He murmured against her silky skin.

“I’m not complaining…quite the opposite, really.” Ava replied.

Shingen chuckled and leaned in to kiss Ava on the lips. He lifted a hand to caress her cheek. “I promise to never give you reason to complain.”

Ava smiled happily at him. “As long as you’re with me, that’s all I need to be happy.” She was then shifting in his lap, turning to face him as she wrapped her arms around him. “We have a little bit of time, right?”

Shingen grinned, holding Ava close. “Hmm, my goddess, we do…and even if we are a bit late it is our party.” He wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted his other hand to the back of her head, drawing her close for another kiss.

Ava readily responded, her body warming pleasantly against his, her soft lips parting at the prodding of his tongue. He could kiss her and love her a thousand times and it wouldn’t be enough.

A while later…

“I knew they were gonna be late.” Yukimura muttered as he and Saki sat down in the banquet hall.

“Like we have much room to talk.” Saki teased her lover. “We just walked in here a few minutes ago ourselves.”

Yukimura’s cheeks reddened. “Yeah well, this party is for Lord Shingen.”

“I take it our lord is quite taken with his wife?” Yuto asked as he came over to sit with Yukimura and Saki.

“He’s touched in the head.” Kenshin muttered, before popping a pickled plum in his mouth.

“I hate to say this, but yeah.” Yukimura agreed.

“Lord Shingen is head over heels for Ava.” Sasuke said.

“And that feeling is mutual.” Saki added. “They’re quite sweet together, really.”

“You are Lady Ava’s lady in waiting, correct?” Yuto asked Saki.

Saki nodded. “Yes and best friend. And Yukimura’s lov…”

“You don’t have to say it! He already knows.” Yukimura said, blushing.

Saki grinned. “Your cute blushy face is exactly why I have to say it.” She said, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek, which only made him grow redder.

Yuto chuckled. “I think you're perfect for this one, Saki.”

Saki smiled. “That’s sweet of you to say.”

“That’s the first thing you’ve said all night that makes sense.” Yukimura told Yuto.

Saki smiled. “Awe, you think I’m perfect for you?”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t want anyone else.” Yukimura agreed.

“And no one else could put up with him either.” Sasuke said, getting in a bit of teasing at his BFF.

Yuto chuckled. “It is great to have you all here.” He said.

Ava’s grandmother was coming in then with some of the staff, carrying trays of food…food she had insisted on helping cook. “You just can’t keep yourself out of the kitchen, can you?” Saki asked.

“What? I want to make sure everyone has a good meal.” Mrs. Shiba replied as she came to sit down. “Where are Ava and Shingen?”

“They’re late.” Yukimura grumbled.

“I should have known.” Mrs. Shiba said. “There is a reason she’s pregnant.”

Saki giggled and nodded. “Really we should start placing bets now on how long before they’re having their second child.”

“I’ll say when this one is about one. It takes about a year for the memory of the pain of childbirth to fade and you start wanting a second one.” Mrs. Shiba commented.

“Is it really that bad?” Saki asked.

Mrs. Shiba nodded. “Much worse in fact, but once you hold that baby for the first time and see that little face…you know it was all worth it and that there is no one else you will ever love that much…and then you become a grandmother and learn you might have been wrong. Grandchildren are their own joy.”

Before the discussion could go any further, Shingen and Ava were walking into the room. Cheers broke out from Shingen’s gathered vassals. “Alright! Lord Shingen is finally here!”

“Now the party can really begin!”

It was as if on cue that more food and drink was brought in and a troupe of performers began to play music. “Eat up, we made sure to serve all of the best dishes from Kai. All of your favorites, my lord.” Yuto said. 

“Thank you, I truly appreciate it.” Shingen said, smiling. He was then reaching for his chopsticks and picking up a bite of his favorite dish. He then held it to Ava’s lips. “Here my angel. You should try this.”

Ava’s cheeks reddened, but she smiled and parted her lips to accept the food. As soon as the food hit her tongue, her eyes closed and she had the most adorable expression on her face. “Mmm, that is so GOOD!” She exclaimed.

Shingen grinned. “You know, I think seeing you enjoying my favorite dishes makes them even more delicious.” He told her.

Ava blushed. She was then picking up her cup of water and taking a sip to hide her blushing face. “Well, I did feel that way when we were visiting my hometown, I felt the same sharing all of my favorite foods with you.”

Shingen happily ate his food and shared it with Ava…who managed to clear her tray and was still helping Shingen eat his. “I’ve never seen anyone eat so much.” Yukimura commented.

Saki was reaching over and smacking him on the shoulder. “She’s pregnant, dummy.”

Ava glared at Yukimura. “Yes, I’m eating for two.”

Shingen wrapped his arm around Ava and pulled her close, kissing the top of her head. “Ignore him, my love. Eat as much as you want and I am happy to share. Especially when you make such cute faces.”

Ava smiled and blushed. “You might be a little biased there.”

Yuto was smiling as he watched them. “It’s good to see you settled down and looking so happy, my lord.” He told Shingen. “And my lady, I have to thank you for that.”

“I don’t know if I can take all of the credit for that.” Ava replied.

“Of course you can, my angel.” Shingen replied. 

“Can we find anything else to talk about?” Kenshin asked.

“For once, I have to agree with Lord Kenshin.” Yukimura said. He was then looking at Yuto. “So, you clearly know what we’ve been up to. What have YOU been doing while we’ve been gone?”

“Oh, mostly just taking care of things here as I always have.” Yuto answered. “Though I did recently remarry.”

“Wait, you didn’t think to tell me that upon my arrival? Or in any of your letters?” Shingen asked.

Yuto chuckled. “I was always saving it for when you returned.” He answered. 

“You should have brought her with you so we could meet the woman who won your heart.” Shingen said.

“I had planned on it, but she’s a midwife so she had a birth to oversee in town.” Yuto explained.

“I see.” Shingen replied. “So, how did you meet her?”

“She arrived in town around ten years ago.” Yuto explained. “She was lost and a bit disoriented. I’m not sure what kind of ordeal she had been through, but she had been through something for certain. I knew I had to help her. It took a while for her to trust me. But eventually she did and she came with me to my house. She started off as a maid and a cook, insisting that she did something in return for room and board. After a couple of years she and I both started to open up to each other more and became friends. Then she decided she wanted to be a midwife. Before long, I realized I had fallen in love with her. Which was something I didn’t think I could do again after my first wife died. But her gentle heart won me over before I even knew it.”

“Awe that sounds so sweet.” Ava said, before taking another bite of her food.

Shingen had to nod in agreement. “It sounds like quite the beginning for a love story.”

Yuto chuckled. “It took her even longer to trust me with her heart though.”

“Why is that?” Shingen asked.

“She had been wronged by her first husband.” Yuto answered. “He up and left her and their young daughter.”

Shingen frowned. “That’s terrible. How any man could abandon his responsibilities, is beyond me.”

Yuto nodded. “I don’t either. Especially with a woman as beautiful and kind as my Kana. She has the most dazzling green eyes.”

Shingen became aware when Ava seemed to stiffen next to him. She looked over at Yuto, a serious expression on her face. “Her name is Kana? You said you met her about ten years ago?”

Yuto nodded. “Yes.”

“You also mentioned she had a daughter…has she ever said anything about her?”

This question instantly clued Shingen into Ava’s line of thinking. He had to admit, what Yuto was saying did line up.

“She actually did. She said she was now a grown woman. She said she had had to leave her, but she didn’t want to. For a long time she tried hard to figure out how to get back to her, but she never could. She said she wanted her to know how proud she was of her and how much she loved her.” Yuto answered.

“I…I’d really like to meet her.” Ava said.

Yuto smiled. “She said if she had time after the birth she was attending, she would try to attend the party. With all of the wonderful stories I’ve told her about Lord Shingen, she said she really wants to meet him.”

“If she’s a midwife, it would make sense for her to meet you.” Saki spoke up. “I mean I know I’ve been attending to you, but to have someone who is actually a midwife and had that knowledge would be better.”

“I am sure my wife would consider it an honor to take care of you, my lady.” Yuto said.

Ava nodded. Shingen reached over and gave her hand a squeeze. He leaned in and whispered to her. “Do you think…”

Ava nodded. “Yes…I don’t want to get my hopes up…but given what we know about wormholes and her disappearance…it really could be her.” She whispered back.

Shingen could tell Ava was feeling all sorts of emotions at that moment. Her body was tense, filled with anxiety, anticipation, hope, fear…so many things all at once. He hoped Yuto’s wife would be able to show up. He had a feeling that until Ava knew, she wouldn’t be able to rest or enjoy herself.

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The Golden Ratio - Chapter 6

(The following story contains male weight gain, food play, BDSM, kidnap, encouragement, and feeder/feedee scenarios. If that's not for you, then go to church or something vanilla dude.

This takes place during and after the events of the One-Piece film GOLD. For a better experience see the film on your local streaming service.

This story is written in collaboration with @bee-wg)

Tesoro

He tried to stand up fast after I told him to follow me out of the cage, but the floor was coated in so much liquid he tripped with his step. That cactus syrup did a number on him. 

His stomach roars so loudly even I can hear it, but I don't want him leaking his ass pussy juice all over my ship. The smell of it is also strong, a sweet scent that entices me to grab him by the side and take him to my quarters. I resist my urge though.

“We are getting a bath first, then you can stuff that needy belly of yours,”

“I’ve never been so keen to shower before,”

“I have something even better than a shower.”  

While the idea of seeing his fatten-up body demolish a restaurant menu or two is enticing, I can’t deny the idea of sharing a bath with him sounds way more rewarding. I will see the fruits of my work in all its glory.

He remained restless on the way to the bathhouse.

“Is it close by?” he asked.

“Close enough, why? You don't want to be seen?” 

“I don't care about that, I'm just hungry. The sooner we deal with this the better,” 

“Don't worry, after this, we will have a proper meal,”

When we got to the bathhouse, he went straight to the changing rooms. He started to strip right there and there, with no snarky remarks or questions. He just went with it. The guy was hungry, that's for sure.

He speeds for the water right after the last of his clothes hit the floor. I saw him jumping into the water, splashing everywhere while I removed the rest of my clothes. 

When I entered the water, he was standing up to leave.

“That was refreshing, now to the restaurant,”

I grab him by the side and throw him back into the water.

“You haven't bathed in weeks, clean properly, you pig,”

“Pfft, fine. I thought you wanted me to be a pig,” he said before diving into the water.

He re-emerges shortly after, floating lazily with his eyes closed. I move closer to him while he relaxes, and I take my time marveling at his body after almost two weeks in the cage. 

Where there used to be abs, there now lies a belly that floats over the water. It spills to his sides, taking up more of his frame. I'm hypnotized by it, slowly rising with every breath he takes.

The definition on his arms and legs banished, leaving supple thick sacks of meat decorated by stretch marks. 

And yet the one thing that keeps growing bigger than anything is his tits. As big as they were already, from the muscles that he worked for years, they now ballon with a thick layer of fat. They led his step, weighed down by their sheer size, but now they fighting for space with his belly above the water. 

He must have gained at least fifty pounds, mostly focused on his chest and ass, a few days of indulgence, and nobody will be able to tell he ever set foot in a gym.

My eyes go to his dick still in its cage, and I wave my hands to take back the ring for now.

He stirs from the movement and looks down to find his released privates. 

“Are you going to give me my dick back?”

“You don’t use it anyways, but yes, you can clean it up better this way,”

He smiles at me and sinks back into the water. I immediately pulled him out and said, “You are not allowed to cum. If I see you trying to, I will get you back in the cage with human portions for real,” 

“Okay,” he said with a blank face.

To anyone else, he is acting as always, but that glimpse of fear was clear as day for me. 

I released him from my grip, and he continued to soak in the warm water. 

“How is Luffy and the crew doing?” He asked.

I was surprised he hadn't asked earlier. The straw hats have remained busy thanks to the several missions my team had saved for them.

“They are in Zou. No matter what we ask of them, they keep getting into deeper problems,”

“And-?”

“And then we lost communications with them. Someone forgot to feed the Den Den Mushis,”

“But they were okay?”

“Of course, besides they are the Straw Hats, they will be fine,”

He looked at me inquisitively and sighed.

“They are a handful, but I'm sure they will be fine.”

I have no clue if the Straw hats are even alive or not, but this will keep him calm in the meantime. 

“Could you help me wash up my back?” I said.

He looked back at me and replied with squinted eyes, “Can't you wash yourself with your golden hands or something?”

“I don't have golden eyes on my neck. Come on, I will help you afterward.” 

“Uggh Fine,” he said.

He moved behind me fast. I don't know what surprised me more, his speed even after gaining so much weight or the fact he moved this fast to scrub my back. 

He stays behind me silently. Most likely admiring my wide, muscular build, then he says, “How did you get that star mark?”

This son of a bitch.

“Not everybody knows I came from poverty. I worked myself to the bone to get this far, and that star is the mark that shows I’ve been reborn,”

“I prefer to remember my mission through the scars of battle, but this is also cool,” 

His movements are slow and deliberate, scrubbing carefully around the area of the scar. He is transfixed by it, and weirdly, I appreciate this reaction. The scar was there to cover a story of shame and abuse, but he is looking at it with reverence. 

Once he moves lower on my back, I can feel his touch change. It lingers longer on my skin, allowing himself to explore the definition of my muscles.

There is an element of conquest in making another man desire you, to crave you in a carnal way. For me, the idea of someone as prominent as Roronoa Zoro, the pirate hunter, the second in command to the Straw hats, reduce to a hedonistic pig that only craves my cock is the ultimate sexual conquest. If he hadn't met me, he might have been a dominant partner. That's why this is the highest testament of my ability to corrupt and please anyone I set my eyes on. 

When he’s done, I turn around offering to clean his back. He accepts, and I admire the subtle ring of fat that his chest forms toward his back, it lightly touches his arms in a soft embrace. His rolls are starting to form, pulling down at the base of his back. His flesh molds to my touch, while I run my hands around them. I squish the tender fat and he jolts for a second, as I continue to rub his skin he relaxes letting me continue. These soft rolls of fat might be subtle now, but not for long, pig. 

His breath is laborious as he leans back against my embrace. He is enjoying the attention, allowing me to indulge and all I wonder is, how far can I go, how far will he let me push? My first instinct is to grab his side and shake the supple flesh, feel its jiggle under my fingers as he holds a moan that makes my dick stir to life. 

I could go further, push him to what I know we both want. It's evident by the smell of the thick liquid emanating from his ass, the smell even here is strong enough to make my body heat up. But there is still more for him to learn before we cross that bridge, the last thing I need is to mess things up if he gets scared from a rushed opportunity.

Grabbing a bucket I splash his back with water and he turns to look at me, his eyes are flooded with need. For almost a week he has been needing release and soon enough I will give it to him. For now, we get out of the bath, dry up, and start to change. I got him a bigger size of the green crop top and sweatpants he had worn before.

"Were you trying to make me do sex back in the cage?" He asked as he put on pants

I couldn't contain my laughter as I replied, “You are really the most innocent man I know, Roronoa Zoro, how could any of that be sex?”

“Because it's supposed to feel good and I cummed.”

“Only you would conclude anything that feels good and leads to cumming would be sex,”

“Then what was it?”

“It's how real men release stress, usually people learn when they're teenagers."

“I was busy learning how to be the greatest swordsman in the world,”

“That's why you've always seemed so stuck up. At least you're more familiar with it now.”

He looked at me, finished dressing up,  waiting for me to do the same. While I button my shirt he asks, “Can you hurry up, I'm starving here,” 

“Don't rush so much pirate hunter, I will make it up to you for the wait,”

We got into the limo and drove to the Golden Pearl. When we entered the VIP section Zoro sat at the same table we used the first time we came. He is a man of habit, I will give him that. 

The waiter takes our order and we wait for the food to arrive. In the meantime, Roronoa attacked the basket of shelled nuts that was placed at our table. At the start, he bit the shells and spit them out as soon as the center was consumed, but as the basket drained he spent more time playing with the shells in his mouth. Could he have an oral fixation? 

When the food arrives he goes to town, eating everything in front of me, while before I had to encourage him to indulge he now takes the wild in the gluttony. Belches, groans, moans, and whimpers for more food, become the only sound emanating from this room until Roronoa eats the last plate of food. He seemed to forget that I was even here.

“I ordered something you might like,”

“What would that be?”

“Dessert”

“And what type of dessert?”

“It's mochi, a new recipe that one of our chefs engineered. It holds its texture and flavor for hours,”

“Is that even possible?”

“Everything is possible with money!” I shout enthusiastically. 

“Everything except making you discreet,” he said.

He lay on his chair, resting a hand over his belly, and waited for the dessert to arrive. 

Minutes later, the waiter came back with the plates. Both our plates have a ball of colorful smoke swirling slowly. The smoke is kept in place by a bubble that the waiter pops with a needle once I signal her. The fumes pours out, revealing the mochi inside. 

Roronoa remained bored on his side of the table until the aroma enticed him. The cloud carries the scent of strawberry, cherry, pineapple, watermelon, and more, all in a fruit punch of sorts. 

“Good presentation, isn’t it?”

“It’s interesting,” he replied.

He keeps trying to play cool, but I can see him swallowing the drool that pools from his mouth.

“This smoke is just for show. It’s a mix of all the flavors the mochi could have, every piece has a different set,”

“A different set? Shouldn't it be one per piece?”

“Give it a try and see for yourself,” I reply, biting on the mochi.

“The flavor changed,” he said, surprised.

“Every so often, the flavor of the mochi will change. Try to guess each flavor while you eat it.”

His chewing sped up, savoring the soft texture. We stayed there for a while, allowing Roronoa to point out some of the scents in the food. Once his stomach wasn't as full we moved out of the restaurant.

His demeanor is calm during the drive back to my office. He continues to chew on the mochi, his head facing the buildings outside. He is so quiet for once, you could think he is sleeping.

“snore. . .munch. . .snore.” 

Wait a minute, I touch his shoulder to see the bastard is asleep, how is he still chewing into the mochi? Is his oral fixation this strong?

“I didn't expect you to enjoy it this much,” I said quietly. 

Zoro

At some point on the drive back to his office, I fell asleep, the mochi still fresh in my mouth. I'm impressed with how it retains the same texture since dinner. The flavors it had so far were mostly fruit-based, cherry, and melon, but when we entered the building, it started to change again into matcha. 

When we entered his office, I noticed something sitting at the corner of the room. He walked to his desk and started to work while I stood there waiting.

“Aren’t you going to put me back on the wall?”

“Do you want to get back in the wall so soon? I thought you would enjoy to use your legs for a little longer,”

”Cut the crap, you know what I mean.”

“I wanted to reward you since you finally admitted your true nature.”

“The best reward you can think of is not torturing me as much.”

“Would you rather be in the wall?”

“I didn't say that.”

“Perfect, I also got you a new bed, you can sleep there instead of the wall,”

He pointed at the thing resting on the corner. I approached it, and any expectations I had were thrown out the window. It's a plush dog bed the size of a futon.

“You couldn't give me a futon like any normal person?!” I shout.

“This is more in line with you, now be grateful for my generosity and be quiet,”

I am about to retort when he spits his mochi into the baggage bin under this desk.

“Why did you spit it out?! Mine is still feeling fresh,” 

“Of course it does. It's supposed to last over eight hours, but I can't wait for that long, and I would choke if I tried to swallow it whole. So the best thing is to get rid of it now,”

He could have given it to me instead of eating it halfway. What a waste.

I throw myself on the dog bed and leave him to work. The bed was so fluffy on my back. I won't say it out loud to him. It's already embarrassing enough that I had to admit I'm a pig, to now also admit I like the dog bed.

While I try to get a nap, another problem becomes apparent. Ever since Tesoro removed the cage, I've been fighting my lust, but my dick hasn't gotten the message. Even when the beads are standing still, when the only food in my mouth is the mochi and my nipples are left alone, my dick remains rock hard, tenting my pants and leaving a dark spot of precum. 

My hands drift inside my pants, now saturated with butt juice, drawing closer to my butt cheeks. My ass has also been on overdrive, gushing more liquid as the itch inside me continues to grow. Even when I'm off the wall and out of that damned cage, I’m tormented by this. At least I’m not being starved to death.

I’ll have to take my hands out of my pants, or else I might lose control and cum in front of the golden perv. His threat is still fresh in my head to just ignore it.

“You are not allowed to cum. If I see you trying to, I will get you back in the cage with human portions for real”

Fucking bastard. I can't just go back to the cage. I try to keep my mind focused on the mochi, drawing more of the flavor, ignoring my aching dick. But each bite makes me feel more in need. Fuck what is wrong with me?

“You seem to be pretty frisky,”

“It's all your fault,”

“Is that so?”

“Of course, you got me hooked in all types of weird shit to now leave me hanging,”

“I just showed you stuff everyone already knows. You are the one who can't get enough of it. Let's get you a massage, maybe that will help you relax,”

“Wait, you are just trying to get me back in the cage.”

“What? No, why would- “

He sniffs the air for a second and starts laughing, “Are you so pent up you fear of cumming from the massage?”

“Anyone would be like this after having that cock cage for five days,”

“No, you are like that because your needy dick is just like its owner, it has no satiation,”

I grit my teeth with anger, not only because he is right, this is my fault, but also because If I take his offer, I risk going back to hell. I've been craving those massages for a while now, and this bastard must imagine as much. He is just playing with me after all.

“What about this, if you cum because of me, I won't punish you,”

“Won't count if the massage table makes me go over the edge,”

“It does count if I'm the one who does the massage, besides I think you need more than the massage to cum at this point.”

Unfortunately, he has a point. The last days in the cage proved that I needed more than one type of stimulation to cum. Even in that, my body has turned greedy.

“Fine, let's get this over with.”

With a snap of his fingers, the massage table appears from the floor. The arms are nowhere to be seen. 

“You haven't had a massage in a while, you must have a lot of stored tension,” he said.

While I started to undress, my eyes caught Tesoro’s shirt and jacket flying across the room to his desk. When I'm done, I see his shirtless body beside the table, taking away his rings.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“I'm getting ready for the massage. What does it look like?”

“You know what I'm asking!”

“Oh right, you are a poor ignorant pig. Most masseurs use their whole bodies to relieve tension, of course, the table can only use its arms, so get ready for the real deal,”

I roll my eyes and get in position over the table.

He puts the same oil I got used to, but as soon as his hands touch my skin, I notice the difference from the golden hands. 

His warm hands move firmly over my feet and calves, releasing all tension. As he goes up to my thighs, he says, “These are bigger now. Is that because of the squatting on the dildo, or from all the food you guzzled at the trough?”

I try to reply, but he grips my thighs, and I have to close my mouth to hold a moan. 

“I can't even close my hands around them. Just imagine how much they will grow if you keep eating like that, pig,” he said, gripping my thigh.

The grip on my flesh is strong, rubbing along my leg, slowly moving up until he gropes my asscheeks. He slaps one of them before applying pressure in circles.

I yelp before he says, “And these two, they have fattened up nicely. It must be from all the time you spent sitting on your ass, eating like there was no tomorrow. They already looked great when I saw you hunched over the trough, but now they are even better,”

The more he plays with them, the more I feel the held-back energy in me rising, my penis continues to leak against the table while Tesoro adds, “Maybe this is why your butt has been so hungry for attention, It's grown so much it has an appetite of his own,”

He moves up my lower back leaving my asshole alone Damn it! It does crave more attention. Why am I like this?

Suddenly he climbs over me, his legs at the sides of the table with his pelvis resting over my ass.

“What are you doing? You are going to crush me!” I say, feeling the weight of his body.

“I have easier access to your back muscles and stop complaining. I know you are loving it from how much you are leaking,”

“That doesn't mean anything,”

“It does, just like a dog’s tail when it's happy, you leak profusely the more excited you get. You can't deny it when it's gushing out of you this much,” he says, slapping my butt again.

I can feel him again groping my ass, and the next time he touches my skin, I hear the splash of liquid against my back.

“Did you hear that? All of that was your butt's juice,”

Before I could reply, his elbow crashed against my spine. I feel a crack when his full body applies pressure on me. A wave of stress leaves me, and I can feel my body melting under his weight. 

The motions are so strong it makes my body rub against the table, teasing my nipples and cock. Every time he leans forward, I can feel his bulge rubbing against my ass.

“You have a nudge of tension here, or is it just a fat roll? I'm not too sure,” he says, grabbing my belly by the sides.

“It does feel like fat to me, doesn't it pig?” 

He leans in closer to my head as he continues to grope and jiggle my flesh. I bite on the mochi, focusing on the flavor and texture, but his words ring in my head all the same.

“You are a natural pig after all. This new flesh must feel good. All of it was made from pleasure, meant to give pleasure,” he says.

He continues to explore my body from behind. Resting more of his body against mine. He gropes my chest, saying, “And these jugs, ready to be milked! they are so fat and juicy, Do you have any idea how they bounce as you walk?”

His fingers flicker the stamps on my nipples, and I moan deeply.

“Your nipples seem bigger. Who would have thought they would adapt so well to the nipple stamps,” he says before he pulls on them.

I huff for air after a loud moan escapes me. He removes his hands from my chest, moving away from me before rubbing his palms over my neck. My body is almost at the tipping point when he moves his hands lower on my body. He parts my butt cheeks, and I feel his fingers teasing my entrance. 

“Your pussy is so lubricated, it doesn't mind me just entering,”

“Pussy? what are you talking ab-?”

My words were cut short when his fingers entered me in a single shove. I felt the shot of pleasure making me see white.

The cold touch of the golden hands pales compared to this. I whimper, feeling the need for him to go deeper, to scratch that itch in the deepest of my being.

While the golden hands massaged me, slowly pushing against the flesh like a simmer. Tesoro goes for a more aggressive approach, going straight to boil. His fingers go in and out of me, taking their time rubbing the deepest point inside of me.

I feel my ass contracting against his fingers, yearning for him to touch more, to go deeper, to make me cum sooner. My brain starts to go haywire, looking for the chance to cum, and before I notice, my ass is pushing back against his hand.

Suddenly, he stops and I continue to push myself until he says, “Tell me you want it,”

I'm brought back to reality with that, and I chew on the mochi as I try to fight the need. But I can feel his fingers so close to the point that makes me jolt with pleasure, if he just pushes just a little more, I would cum. So, in the silence of the room, with no other witness but ourselves, I said, “Please, make me cum,”

At that, he immediately assaulted my ass like nothing ever before. I yelled as his fingers ravaged that spot, rubbing aggressively. The flood of heat from my ass and the flavor in my mouth were too much to take. It doesn't take long for me to feel my balls rise and my ass clench as I cum against the table. 

Between mouthfuls of mochi, my moans flew out. They were so loud and deep that I wasn't sure if someone could hear them outside the room.

When my body finishes trembling from the pleasure, he pulls out of me. 

“Let me know whenever you need help, and I can give you another one of those,” he said as he licked his fingers and moved away from the table.

My body feels so relaxed, so empty of all worries or stress, that I end up falling asleep at the massage table. When I wake up, Tesoro is already cleaned up and back in his usual clothes.

“Finally awake, I thought for a second that you would sleep there for the rest of the night,” he said.

“Of course not, I still have to finish my mochi,” I replied.

I see Tesoro left a towel beside the massage table, using it to clean the excess oil off my body. I put my clothes back on and drop on the dog bed. 

I spent the rest of the night chewing on the mochi, my mind lingers on the reality of my situation. My body has gotten used to the constant barrage of stimulation, the release of energy, and the touch of the miserable golden bastard. 

Every second of it makes me seethe with anger, but what irritates me the most is how much my body craves it. 

I have allowed my stomach and dick to take control of my decisions. At least I can keep some pride in winning Tesoro's challenges. Eventually, I fell asleep, waiting for him to finish whatever he was doing.

My eyes open, and I see the floor moving underneath me. As my eyes refocus, I see Tesoro is carrying my limp body over his shoulder. But I'm so tired, my eyes close again thinking it must be a dream of sorts.

When I open them again I'm back on the dog bed, but looking around me, I notice this is no longer Tesoro’s office. The golden finger did move me.

“Where did you take me? isn't it late already?”

“We are in my quarters,” he said calmly.

A part of me was annoyed at his audacity, but the bed was fluffy and my eyes were heavy. So I decided to worry about this tomorrow. As I continued to chew on my mochi, I leaned my head against the plush of the bed and let sleep take over. After so many restless nights in the cage, I can finally have a good night of sleep again.

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[missellaneousworks]

Excerpt from "Sundae Jack" - Fluff n' Smut SDJ Fic

Something is Wrong With Sunny Day Jack is a +18 ONLY community. Therefore, the content of this fic is NOT APPROPRIATE for anyone under 18+ and should not be engaging with it.

Very self-indulgent Ella (OC) x Sunny Day Jack fic. The full version can be found on AO3 HERE.

Below is just a taste before things get spicy~

Something is Wrong With Sunny Day Jack is a +18 ONLY series. MINORS DNI.

~

Oh yeah.  It had been that kind of a week for Ella.

The tub of ice cream landed on the counter with an unceremonious clunk, followed by the rest of the ice cream fixings.  Strawberries, bananas, chocolate fudge syrup, and whipped cream.  After a whole week of work, paying bills, having her hot water shut off for two days due to a water main breaking…. She needed to treat herself.  So after a horrible week, Ella went to the store with a little extra cash she had left over and got herself the full sundae spread!

Jack’s head poked out of the bedroom as he was finishing up folding laundry.  “Welcome back, Sunshine!  Whatcha got there?”

“My salvation,” Ella remarked with satisfaction. “I decided to take some of your advice about treating myself after a rough week.”

In the not-too-far past, Ella would usually turn to a nice bottle of wine and a bubble bath to relax and unwind. But while walking down the frozen dessert section in the grocery store earlier, she found a brand of ice cream she hadn’t seen in years. Normally, she would sadly pass by before she could change her mind, but today of all days she figured why not?  Besides, Jack would probably appreciate a little sweet treat, too!

“Anything I can do to help?” Jack’s ever-cheerful voice inquired helpfully. 

“Actually, yeah! Can you slice up the strawberries and a banana?”

After retrieving the cutting board and knife, Jack began to cut the fruit into thin, even pieces, humming a melody that Ella didn’t quite recognize, but was sure she heard it before.  “You know, most people get cherries with their sundaes.  I like the fact that you bought strawberries, though!”

“Eh heh, yeah… cherries remind me too much like cough syrup.  I know they’re already cherry flavored, but still… I like strawberries more.”

“Blueberries are also great!”

“No kidding, Mr. Blue-Haired-Clown-Sir.”  Ella teased back.

“Pfft, okay, okay, that one was obvious.”

“A little,” Ella giggled.  As she removed the ice cream tub’s lid and began to scoop the into the bowl.  “You know, I’m also a fan of peaches and nectarines.”                                                        

“Those sound tasty!  Maybe we can buy some next time.  Can never have to much fruit for your diet.”

“Not unless they go bad because I don’t eat them in time.”

“That's what you have me, here for, Sunshine,” Jack said triumphantly as he finished cutting the fruit, quickly washing the knife and setting it into the sink drainer.   

“…to eat the fruits I don’t like?” Ella innocently blinked up a Jack, leaning into his side slightly.

Jack chuckled and shook his head.  “No, silly.  To make sure you stay happy and healthy!  So we can keep having ice cream dates together~”

“Hmmm!  A fine point, Mr. Sunny Day.”

“You know what they say, an apple a day keeps the doctor away!  So it’s important to keep you in pear-fect health!”

The silence was incredibly loud as Ella slowly, deliberately turned towards Jack.  “…honey.  May I remind I am armed?  With an ice cream scooper?!”

Jack didn’t even attempt to hold back his laughter.  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I can’t help it.  I just think you’re one in a melon.”

“I know where you sleep.”

“I should hope so,” now the clown was turning the tables again on Ella, his voice lowering an octave as he came up behind Ella and wrapped his arms around her waist.  “It’s right next to you, after all.”

A pleasurable shiver ran up Ella’s spine as she felt Jack’s breath across the back of her neck and shoulder.  Subconsciously leaning back onto Jack’s body, Ella almost forgot about the ice cream sundae, at least until she accidently knocked over the open jar of chocolate syrup and got all over the counter. 

“Ah, shit!”

“Whoops!”  Jack blinked at the mess, a slightly disappointed grimace across his face.  However, it didn’t stop him from getting a moist paper towel and dabbing the mess.  “I got it, Sunshine, don’t worry!”

“Guess your flirt was too hot for this hot fudge to handle.”

That earned her another chuckle from her lover.  “Want to cool down with this sundae?”

“I thought you’d never ask~”

Within moments, Ella and Jack were nestled on her couch with a blanket, and a sizable bowel of the sundae, with two spoons so they could share. 

“Um, is this okay?  That we’re eating out of the same bowl?  I thought about getting one for each of us, but I kind of thought it would be cute to share…”

“I don’t mind, this is perfect, Ella.” Jack reassured with that ever-comforting smile of his.

“I thought it was pear-fect.”

“Ooooh!  My own pun thrown back in my face.”

“You’re very handsome face,” Ella shimmied closer to Jack’s side and wasn’t blind to the slight blush on Jack’s face.  It was nice to know even he could get bashful at times.  Adorable.  “Anyways, let’s dig in—”

The abrupt pause in his Sunshine’s delight caused Jack to raise his eyebrow in confusion.  “What’s wrong?”

“…I feel like… we’re missing something.”  Ella thoughtfully tapped the spoon against her lower lip before her head snapped up.  “The whipped cream!  Oh my god, hang on.”

Her sudden departure to retrieve the forgotten condiment was amusing to Jack.  Ella’s strive to get something just right might have been considered a setback to others, but not Sunny Day Jack.  He took a lot of time and dedication to improve Ella’s quality of life, and even more important, her happiness. 

Which was one thing they had in common.  His sunshine worked so hard to make people around her happy, it just showed how kind, creative, and amazing she truly was.  Sadly, there were times when Ella overdid it—with the best of intentions, but it was a small secret Jack kept to himself; he felt that most other people didn’t deserve the time of day with Ella.  She worked so hard at work, maintaining her home, and her writing, and finding new inspiration to keep her going.  As the matter of fact was that Ella persisted despite all of the trouble and heartache she’d been through in the past.  And that fact alone made her… special. 

It felt good being in her light.  Incredibly, warm, light, and loving light.  It was only right that her attention shouldn’t be wasted on others who would otherwise dim that precious light.

He’d make sure it would stay that way.  Forever, if he had to. 

“Got it!” Ella triumphantly scampered back to the living room with the whipped cream.  She plopped right next to Jack again, shaking the can before placing a sizable dollop on top of the sundae.  “Now, it’s perfect!”

Jack couldn’t help the mischievous smile.  “You mean pear—”

“Don’t,” Ella pointed the can directly at Jack’s face in an attempt to look intimidating.  Though the scrunch of her noise proved to be cuter than anything.  “I am armed and dangerous.  Don’t you dare, Jack.” 

Jack bit his lip in an attempt to stifle the chuckle building in his chest, but he couldn’t resist teasing her… just a little.  He jokingly lifted both of his hands up in mock defeat.  “Oh-ho!  What do you intend to do now that I’m at your mercy, Sunshine?”

The glimmer in Ella’s eye was unmistakable.  Her finger pressed on the tip of the can’s spout, intending to spray just a little on his nose, to make good on her threat, and to be a little coy.

However.

After a moment, nothing came out, and Ella added a little more pressure.

Jack stiffened as a flurry of whipped cream erupted all over his face, covering his left eye, cheek, part of his lip, but most of it did land on his red nose.  Jack squeezed his eyes shut when he was met with a barrage of sweetness, not fully registering what exactly happened at first.   After one mortifying moment, Jack’s right eye blinked open.  Ella’s face blanched from utter embarrassment.

“Pffffft!” Jack’s shoulders began to shake.  Then a giggle slipped, followed by a snort. 

Ella could only blink back as the silliness of her nerves and the situation itself sunk in.  Jack hunched over in an attempt to turn and hide his face, but Ella could clearly see his eyes squeezed shut, and the corners of his mouth failing to suppress a smile. 

“Oh my God,” Ella released the beginning of her own breathless laugh before she finally quipped, “Sorry honey,” she genitively wiped the cream from his eye.   “Guess I was the one who blew their load prematurely, huh?”

Jack guffawed and doubled over with a shocked laugh.  “ELLA!”

It broke the damn that held back Ella’s jovial laughter as she hunched over while cupping Jack’s face.  “Hey, first time for everything, am I right?”

“You’re t-too much for me, sunspot!” Jack managed to eke out through his laughter. 

Ella giggled back, “Too bad! You’re stuck with me, innuendoes and all.”

“I’d hardly call that a bad thing, you know.”  Jack’s laughter began to subside into breathless chuckles.  Most of the cream had slid down his face and landed on his chest and lap. 

“O-oh,” Ella tried to remain focus, but Jack was so close to her.  “Let me help, honey.”  Quickly, she grabbed a napkin that was sitting on the coffee table blotted parts of his face to remove the sweet confectionary cream from his face.  Jack was perfectly still and let her work, seemingly content to let Ella touch him, even if it was just for the sake of cleanliness.  She could feel his warm breath against her skin.  He wasn’t even doing anything other than just sitting there, messed up by her own hand.  Yet something about it made it feel… oddly intimate.  Especially the way Ella was studying the sharp features of his face.

“I think that’s all of it—oh, wait,” Ella cupped the side of Jack’s cheek and guided it to the side.  “You’ve got something on your face…”

“Ella--?” Jack was cut off at the feel of Ella’s soft lips against his cheek.

The dusting of pink across her face as she pulled back was impossible to ignore, as was a small, coy smile.  “Never mind, it was just me.”

Jack’s smile widened, positively smitten.  “Have I told you recently that I love it when you get spontaneous?” 

The compliment hit its mark perfectly as Ella’s blush deepened before an idea began to form in her mind.

Spontaneous, huh…?

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Read more at the link on top. Thank you for reading~!

[versalpha]

Eli didn't get many days off- he was, gratefully, almost always fully booked with either athletic, training or modelling related gigs and spent most of his days out of the house either working or running the errands that would be too strenuous for Vegas - not to mention, the more he could convince his husband to stay home and be as un-active as possible, aiding in his weight gain, the better. But every so often, the stars would align and Eli would find himself able to spend the day at home- his favorite place with his favorite person. The special occasion was always hallmarked as a day of gratuitous lavishness. Like today, it would usually start with him getting up first and making breakfast to bring Vegas- feeding his husband layers and layers of deep fried unctuousness topped off with sweet treats of pancakes coated in syrup and whipped cream. Listening to the other moan around every single bite until Eli was harder than rock and soon the true desert would be revealed as his piping hot load delivered down Vegas' throat- not allowing him to waste a single drop. Then he'd run them a bath, warm and filled with moisturizing, delicious smelling oils that would make both their skins glisten and allow his hands to glide effortlessly as he'd massage Vegas' shoulders and pecs while the other lazed between his legs and rested against him, both murmuring sweet nothings to one another and naturally their bathtime would find it's conclusion in a few more rounds of shared orgasms. On days like this, Eli could easily convince Vegas to start streaming a little later so he could order lunch in from their favorite restaurants- he'd even allow himself to indulge a little, calling it his cheat day, and allowing Vegas to have a turn feeding him, though not fractionally as much as what he himself would be fed in return. A day of nothing but adoring one another, spearheaded by Eli, would take a pause once Vegas needed to start his stream and focus on his work. Right? Eli was far too promiscuous and mischievous for that. Eli set up a new station for the other to stream from today; the living room, hooking everything up to the TV so Vegas could play a console game. Then, he arranged cushions blankets across the floor where they would sit- making sure Vegas' camera was still at that signature angle that caught all the glory of his handsome face and full tits while hiding the salacious secret that was the rest of his form. With the camera angled and out of the way and everything else within Vegas' reach, once his husband was comfortable, happy with his set up and started his stream came the fun part for Eli. And now, this was where his day off had lead them to: Unbeknownst to Vegas' multitudes of viewers, Eli laid his naked self out just in front of the mountain he called a husband, legs splayed and resting comfortably so that his cock jutted up against Vegas' giant gut and he used his powerful arms to easily - practically effortlessly - manipulate the rolls of his husbands whale-like blubber into something of a fleshlight for himself. He quite literally had found a way to fuck the fat and gut that they had both built on the other's body- and it was glorious. Eli was sprawled out, his perfect, Adonis physique on full display, along with the flushed, pleasured look on his wanton face as he rolled his hips, being gentle enough not to disrupt Vegas' form to raise any suspicion or show on camera, but still firmly enough to bring himself pleasure. Eli was clearly in heaven and trying his hardest to keep as quiet as he could, despite how badly he wanted to moan and degrade the other. Vegas had been told that he wasn't allowed to interfere - he had to focus on his stream and make sure they didn't get caught, he couldn't reach down and help Eli out and he also couldn't do anything to stop him as he used his body however he pleased.

[harvestingeden]

Of Jewels, Blood, and Syrup: The Color of Pomegranates (1969)

“I am he whose life and soul are torment”, speaks a man’s voice as blood spreads, staining what once was white in the deepest crimson. The Color of Pomegranates (Tsvet Granata, 1969) opens with a shot of three pomegranates releasing their rubescent syrup onto white cloth [Three hearts, all mine, all bleeding]. 

In his film Sergei Parajanov feasts on the autobiographical record of Armenian poet Sayat-Nova (literally King of Songs). All the while, there are pomegranates — sometimes one, sometimes three, then none [Here you are three, here you are none]. The film indulges in an abundance of historically- and culturally-established symbolism of the fruit to explore themes of desire, sensuality, temptation, abstinence, life, and death. Here, the fruit transcends its mere function to feed, to fill, to fuel.

Served in eight chapters, The Color of Pomegranates depicts Sayat-Nova’s life chronicles. From his humble beginnings as a child of weavers to his early adulthood spent serving King Erekle II, and his eventual flight to a monastery — at the heart of his life, lies his poetry. At the heart of the film lies the love for his poetry. There is a rarity of dialogue, yet an abundance of allegorical imagery. The static frames are joined by music, quotes, and title cards, creating an audio-visual work of art in which Sayat-Nova’s prose exceeds mere words to flood into saturated visuals. 

Tales from folklore and the Bible provide a fruitful basis for Parajanov’s cinematography. Believed to be aphrodisiacs, pomegranates have long been regarded as symbols of fertility, potency, and temptation. To juxtapose sexuality and restraint, the Armenian director repeatedly places Persephone’s fruit in multiple chapters of the film. 

After three pomegranates bleed out in the beginning, they reappear during Sayat-Nova’s childhood. Lined up, stems pointing east, they lie on a wet stone in a bathing house, as the young child risks hush glimpses at the exposed bodies of men and women. It is his first encounter with the fruit, his first encounter with sensuality [“Here you are now”]. 

However, it is not singular images that allow Parajanov to exhaust the potential of the fruit’s symbolism; it is repetition, reiteration, and slight reformation. Visuals reappear, yet slightly altered. Pomegranates are featured anew during the adulthood of the poet, this time almost quintupled in number. Once untouched, left in pristine condition, now they are devoured — viciously, vigorously. Shunned to the peripheral right of the frame, Sayat-Nova stands next to a cross, eyes closed, holding a Bible, as fourteen monks let their hunger consume them. Loud biting, chewing, and sucking accompanies their blind absorption of pomegranates [“They will eat what is served”]. It is here, within the monastery’s stone walls, that the poet had hoped to find a sanctuary from the outer world — away from worldly desires. Yet, it is here that he finds these temptations amplified. Here, men eat without constraint, stomp and trample grapes for wine’s sake, and bathe together, washing one another.

Sayat-Nova abstains, at first. But thirst, desire, and lust overcome him, “whose life and soul are torment”. Discarding abstinence, he chugs the wine so promptly that it flows down the sides of his mouth, never minding the red staining his black mantle [“Will I eat what is served?”]

The Color of Pomegranates ends as Sayat-Nova dies [“Here you are gone.”]. Three pomegranates appear one final time. On white cloth once again they drench the frame in their scarlet liquid [“Stop the spreading, white cloth, red”]. Neither intact nor untouched, they are messily ripped apart, their red jewels spilling onto the fabric. A silver knife, ornamented with gemstones, lies beneath, stained in garnet red.

Pomegranates serve as silent witnesses to Sayat-Nova’s life, from sensual awakening to fruitless abstinence, until his final breath. The frequent reiteration of the symbol stands as a reminder of the complexities of life and the inescapability of desire and hunger that accompany us at every age, tormenting us until the very last breath.

[glowingbadger]

FE3H misc. spicy HCs

I did a handful of general spicy headcanons for some of my FE3H favs a while back as a break from an ongoing fic I was working on, so I figured I'd post that over here too. Linhardt, Felix, Lorenz, Seteth, Jeritza

x gender neutral reader

18+ NSFW v

Linhardt:

Not a very high sex drive, but when the mood strikes it's fierce- though even if you're together for years you might not be able to tell he's horny until the moment he says something blunt and unabashedly lewd about wanting you immediately.  He’s very comfortable initiating.

Usually a bottom, as you'd imagine, but a power bottom of sorts; he feels completely at ease communicating exactly what he wants, what feels good, etc, and loves to be able to watch your body move above him.

Will learn your every single weakness, turn-on and sensitive spot and utilize them mercilessly.  He's absolutely fascinated by the minutiae of pleasuring you, mentally noting even small changes in your breathing or tone of voice.

Not very experienced to start, but a very fast learner

While not outlandishly kinky, he's open minded, and willing to try just about anything once- provided it's not too strenuous

Can become entranced and even aroused by seemingly odd, innocuous things- it's not unusual for him to catch an interesting color in your eyes, or a quirk in how you walk or move your hands when you talk, and find himself needing to express his affection for you directly

Very good with his hands, and very invested in foreplay; he becomes so enamoured with the subtle pleasures of touching and tasting you that it may be agonizingly long before it occurs to him to actually seek out his own climax.  He’s gentle in a way that’s almost unbearable, all making him something of an unintentional tease.

Felix:

Somewhat high sex drive, once he's with someone he's comfortable with- he's kept himself from intimacy for so long that he's a starved man with someone he actually likes

By the same token, he's not likely to come out and say when he's turned on. Fortunately for you, he's also not good at hiding it, becoming unusually handsy and a bit territorial with you when his physical needs arise.

Not very vocal during sex, but what moans he actually let’s himself make are raw, desperate and lustful.  Similarly, he’s not much one for dirty talk, since he’s generally focused entirely on the physical sensations, but you might catch him muttering “yes” or “mine” against your neck.

He secretly loves it when you tease him, but loves it even more when you're too dizzy with pleasure to speak clearly enough to give him sass.  He loves watching your expressions, always aiming for that post-coital dazed and over-fucked smile.

Sex is generally energetic and passionate, sometimes even a bit competitive; you may try to see who can resist cumming for longer, or wrestle to see who ends up topping.

He likes marking you with hickies, scratches, etc.  While not outwardly possessive, he does like to know that you're his (and vice versa)

He's surprisingly weak to compliments and praise, especially if it feels sincere.  Bonus points for moaning his name, or picking up on small details of what he enjoys and so on.  Basically anything that makes it abundantly clear that it's him that you want to be with and that he makes you feel incredible.

Even he is caught off-guard by how much it turns him on to see his partner being strong in any sense- strong willed, physically strong, anything that impresses him about his SO is also likely to deeply arouse him.  It’s especially gratifying to be on top of such a strong person and make them dazed and spaced-out with pleasure.

Lorenz:

An average sex drive, but he'll restrain himself for fear of propriety for ages before initiating anything more scandalous than kissing.

By that token, he’s extremely fun to tease, conspicuously blushing and stuttering over even light touches or a brief kiss on his neck.  In truth, he gets a real thrill out of this, but only admits this to you after a particularly brazen incident where you steal him away in an empty corridor for some heavy kissing and rubbing him from atop his clothing, then free him to go about his business for the day completely wound up and frazzled.

Certainly the type to “make love” rather than fuck, unless he were with someone for long enough that they would request something more rough from him, and he trusted that they would instruct him.

Adores spoiling his lover; scented oils, massages, long hot baths, the works.  Your pleasure is his foremost priority.  As such, he takes instruction very well- more than happy to do exactly as you say and revelling in any moans or words of encouragement he can earn from you.

He finds it ungentlemanly to be on the bottom and “make you do all the work” unless you really insist.  Generally, he’s more of a service top.

Loves giving his partner oral and could easily keep at it until you need him to make love to you.  Your taste, touching your lower body, the sounds you make- he’s absolutely intoxicated by every part of going down on you.

Somewhat surprisingly, he’s more than happy to indulge in dirty talk, but less surprisingly, it tends to be deeply poetic and romantic.  That being said, he’s more than happy to hear you utter any sort of filthy words he may inspire in you, as it means he’s performing well.

Seteth:

This is probably showing my favoritism, but my personal very headcanon-y headcanon is that Nabatean men are better endowed, have greater stamina and “fecundity,” and so on compared to humans, given being like near-godlike themselves (at least at full power) and since, even before the massacre, there didn’t seem to be many of them overall, so greater fertility would be a valued trait.  But really this just comes down to me being hot for Seteth, okay?  Just let me have this.

He’s fairly sexually flexible, given how long he’s been around, but it will take a long while before he’s ready to let himself express his (predictably pent up and frustrated) desires for you openly.

Once the physical part of the relationship has started to open up, however, he’s intense, focused, and thorough.  He wants to touch every part of you, hold you as close as he can, and satisfy you utterly and completely.

A big post-sex cuddler, as he’s got strong protective instincts and wants you close and safe.  Even more so if the sex got really rough and you’re both coming down from that high.

While there’s certainly a bit of a “repressed beast” situation in regards to his libido, he’ll generally let his partner take the lead in suggesting kinks or experimentations.

He’s a Switch and enjoys power play- either pinning you down and verbally dominating you, or begging to be tied up and used.  It never gets overly violent, but the psychological element of a sub-dom relationship plays into his authoritative personality.

He has a strict “no physical contact during work hours” policy, but if you catch him working late into the night once everyone else is gone, you may become very familiar with the surface of his desk.

Jeritza:

Similar to Felix, his sex drive can be pretty high, but only after the long and difficult process of getting him to actually open up to someone.  Once he’s come around to actually liking a person, however, he’s deeply enamoured with their body.

An odd mixture of sweet and intense- catching you in deep, erotic kisses, but also more than happy to fuck you into the mattress or against a wall.

He loves to affect your body in any way he can.  He wants to know how much he turns you on, hear your moans, feel your body tense and your nails along his back and through his hair.  Overall, he responds very well to an active and expressive lover who will show him exactly how much they want him.

You’re gonna have to find a way of coping with the Death Knight, unfortunately.  This is why Jeritza is actually not as “violent” as you may expect in bed, as that can trigger a personality lapse, and the Death Knight is absolutely a fighter and not a lover.

Can actually be pretty damn kinky, even initiating some new things that you may not have expected.  That said, he refuses to tie you up, for fear of slipping up and hurting you.  He’s perfectly alright with being tied up, though he remarks that it’s fairly silly, given he could easily break out.  In fact, breaking out of restraints might become part of the kink itself.

Pretty big into food play- he definitely wants to lick up ice cream or syrup off of your body, and will absolutely lose himself in the sensory experience of it all.

After a battle, he especially craves intimacy, as being raw and passionate with another person who he somehow cares for tethers him to feeling “alive” and being Jeritza, rather than the childlike Emile of his past, or the bloodthirsty Death Knight in his psyche.

[star-trekkin-across-theuniverse]

Worthy (pt4)

Author’s note: I am crappy at tagging people. Inbox me if you want to be added, and just keep poking me if I keep forgetting to add you. <3  @rampant-salamander @bolontiku​

I had to wonder if the powers from Thor’s hammer included allowing me to disappear into the floor so I would not have to face the source of my embarrassment again. I wanted to slam the bathroom door and lock it and hide until Thor left. But I somehow guessed his sense of chivalry would be too great to just leave me to die of embarrassment and he would do something stupid, like breaking down the door, to ensure I was okay, instead of just understanding I needed to lick my wounds in private. Particularly when he thought humans were prudish about nudity. Did they walk around in Thor-land buck naked all the time? I mean, if they all looked like Thor that might not be a bad thing. I was far too conscious of my lumps and cellulite and stretch marks to be okay with joining them in the nude party though. 

I dropped the towel and looked at myself in the floor to ceiling mirror, trying to guess what he must have thought when he hauled me off the floor. I was pale. I’d been far too busy finishing my thesis to be out in the sun in the spring, and it was obvious by the way my arms were the same fish belly white as my stomach. The time spent in the lab showed on my tummy and hips and thighs, all of which were broader than they’d ever been before. My roommate had said curvier was a nicer word, but I knew exactly how many slices of pizza had contributed to each new curve, and the fact that none of that skin had seen the sun in months made me feel bigger. I couldn’t lie and say I was completely unsatisfied with my body. I was just bigger than I’d been, and more uncomfortable in my skin. I’d promised myself I’d find some sort of activity to balance with my work life, for no other reason than for my health. I just didn’t buy into hating myself because I didn’t belong on the pages of a magazine. My body housed my brain, and my brain was pretty awesome. The rest was just packaging and resources for keeping my brain safe and at optimal function. But that was what I thought. I cast a critical eye on myself trying to figure out what Thor would have thought seeing me bare-assed on the floor. Given his impatience with my modesty, he probably hadn’t thought much at all.

I pulled my pyjamas on, and had to laugh at myself. The spaghetti strapped tank-top and boxer shorts didn’t cover much more than my towel had. But I couldn’t cross the living room again to find something else if I ever wanted to get rid of the man-god sitting in my living room.

I steeled my courage and opened the bathroom door. He’d figured out how to turn on my television, and had stopped on what appeared to be a documentary about the Avengers Initiative. He laughed at the television and shook his head, then clicked it off when he realized I’d come into the room. 

“Do you want something to drink?” I offered.

“I rather think you do not wish for me to stay that long, Ella Carmichael.” He pushed himself off the couch and walked into the kitchen where I was refilling my wine glass.

“You know, you can just call me Ella. It’s weird to use someone’s first and last name,” I commented. “Are you sure you don’t want a drink? I hate to drink alone.” I held the bottle up in offering. I could see him hesitate for a moment, probably contemplating the honour involved in drinking wine or something.

“If you insist,” he smirked. I poured him a glass and came around the kitchen island to hand it to him. When he took the glass from me, he narrowed his eyes and took my wrist into his hand. He turned it over, palm facing up and ran his thumb across it. I’m not ashamed to admit I got goosebumps; it was more intimate than I’d been touched in recent memory. 

“Have you always had that mark?” I realized he was running his thumb around my left hand in a pattern. I looked down, but couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary.

“I can’t see any mark.” I pulled my hand away and held it under the bright light over the island. Nothing. Thor took my hand again and looked closer, and traced the design out again on my palm. He was seeing something that I was not. He dropped my hand and picked up the hammer from where he’d placed it on the floor by my front door. He put it carefully down on the granite countertop of the island, and pointed at a big fancy three pointed knot on the face of the hammer.

“This is called a triquetra. It is also on your hand. I would know how long it has been there,” he explained. I shrugged.

“Well, I can’t see anything at all. But that’s the hand I picked up myewlnor with. Maybe it left a mark?” I knew I was completely butchering the name of the hammer, but god knows I couldn’t remember how to say it.

“Mjolnir.” Of course he would correct me.

“Mee-owl-neer?” I tried again.

“Mjolnir.”

“M-yol-neer.” I was reasonably sure I had it right that time. He nodded, and took my right hand in his, flipping the palm up. He traced his thumb around in the same pattern.

“It’s on this hand as well. This is a mystery. I do not know you well, Ella, but Tony seems to think you quite intelligent. Intelligence is not all there is to worth. But it is perhaps somewhere to start,” He pondered. I bit my lip.

“I don’t know how you judge worthiness where you’re from, but I’m not anything special. I don’t run around rescuing kittens from trees, or saving maidens from dragons, or curing cancer. I can’t even donate blood. I have some weird antibody.” I protested. Thor’s mouth cocked to one side in a grin.

“I have never done those things myself, and yet I am worthy. I will speak to my father,” he determined. He finished his glass of wine.

“You appear well. Your colour has come back, and you no longer show the signs of shock. I bid you good rest, Ella Carmichael. Thank you for sharing your libation with me, and for indulging my concern,” he bowed his head a little, hefted the hammer and turned. I followed him to the door. He turned as he crossed the threshold and placed a hand on my shoulder. “I will bring news once I have more understanding of what has happened.”

XXX 

“So Thor saw me naked last night.” It was quite possibly the best first-line I’ve ever had. And I got to drop it on Angela as we walked through the build-a-Belgian-waffle line. She dropped her fork on the floor with a loud clatter.

“What? Naked? How?”

“Well, it all started when I had no clothes on,” I began.

“Seriously, Ella. What happened?” She demanded.

“Seriously. I was taking a bath and he knocked on the door. I figured it was you with the passcard, even though I’d said it could wait. So I wrapped my uber-skimpy-Stark-Industries-micro-towel around me, figuring I’d be opening the door a crack and accepting a passcard from you. He was at the door. And he just invited himself in, plain as you like. Said he was concerned about me,” I started. Angela shook her head, and as we walked through the waffle decorating station, I finished filling in all the details. 

Once we were seated at a table, she took one of my hands and looked at it.

“I don’t see it either,” she sighed. “Do you suppose he has weird powers that let him see through things? Maybe that’s why he didn’t care that you were naked. Maybe he sees all of us as naked all the time.”

“You’re confusing him with Superman,” I laughed. “He has x-ray vision.”

“Superman is a comic book character! Thor is real! Who knows what all his powers are.” She cut her waffle up and started in on it. I pushed my waffle around the plate a little and drank my coffee. I didn’t like waffles. At all. I ate the mountain of fruit I’d piled on top of it, but couldn’t bring myself to get into the waffle itself.

“Well, not making a big deal about naked women is one of them. He made it clear he thought my prudishness was weird.”

“He’s weird. Most men would be hard pressed to not scope you out, regardless of how cool they tried to appear,” she stated, and then made a gesture that looked a little like jazz-hands. “Oh-em-gee! Boobies! Play it cool, dude. Play it cool, and she won’t cover up and then?  More Boobies!” Her fake-guy voice was hilarious.

I snorted on my coffee. “I’m hardly in peak physical condition. He probably was just horrified by the wiggly bits and stretch marks.”

“I don’t think they see past the boobies, to be completely honest,” she laughed. I shook my head and finished my fruit. I’d effectively smushed up the waffle until it looked like I’d eaten some of it. 

“What is on the agenda for me today, boss?” I changed the topic and drank my coffee. Angela pulled out a tablet and flicked through it.

“More orientation stuff. We’re going to go to distribution, and learn how to requisition things for your project. And how to req for your apartment too. And how different the two forms are and how important it is to make sure you use the right form,” she started. “Here’s a hint. The importance of using the correct form is inversely proportional to how similar the forms are to one another. You won’t believe that will take most of the morning, but it will. Then you’re seeing Markus after lunch.”

“Can I order bigger towels from distribution? Because the towels in my apartment are ridiculously small.”

“I don’t think so. But you can also requisition outside items from your in-suite purchasing app. Or I can just take you to Macy’s after work,” she suggested. “Are you not going to eat the waffle?”

“Confession?” I made a face. She nodded. “I hate waffles. They’re like a pancake with a skin disease. Disgusting.”

“I take back every nice thing I said about you. Waffles are amazing. Those are flavour pouches.” The look on her face was enough to make me bite my lip to prevent the laughter from slipping free. She was gripping her table knife like she might actually stab me. It would be a sticky ignominious death by maple syrup.

“Flavour pustules, maybe. So gross. I’m more of a bacon and eggs girl,” I admitted. Angela shook her head, her eyes cast downward in disappointment. She finally cracked the tiniest grin.

“Damn good thing you’re funny. Because that might be a deal-breaker otherwise. Come on. Bus your table. Let’s get you off to distribution so you can learn about the pedantry of requisitions.” She winked and grabbed her tray, leading the way over to the kitchen cart before directing us back to the elevator.

Distribution might not have been mired down in red tape, bureaucracy and shenanigans if they’d had a single window. But they were located in a sub-level of the building, below the parkade, completely walled in. There was a single door in, and it was right beside the loading bay. The staff kind of looked like they were a lost race of mole people. They were pale, suspicious of visitors and seemed a little paranoid that the rest of the company was out to make their lives miserable on purpose. The main stock clerk all but hissed at us when we came in. 

Angela made quick work of running through the requisition forms. There was a single line that delineated personal requisitions from project reqs, and it was required for payroll deduction where appropriate. It was fair enough, but wouldn’t it have been simpler just to colour code the forms? I asked Angela as much and she clamped her hand over my mouth.

“Do you want to be barred from ordering things? Don’t rock the boat!” She hissed. “If you can control yourself, I want to show you heaven. This is the one thing that distribution does right.” She led me over to a table that had a pile of different catalogues on it. “This is the only part of Stark Industries that is still analogue because catalogues are so much easier than websites. And here’s where your colour coding idea comes into play. Blue catalogues are filled with workplace supplies, divided by shade of blue. The light blue cover is office supplies; the dark blue cover is electrical doodads, etc. You’ll learn them as you need to. The yellow covers are personal items. Light yellow is Stark Industries branded stuff. I do most of my Christmas shopping in the light yellow. My dad has a thing for polo shirts and golf balls. Goldenrod is household items that are covered by your living allowance. Stuff like bedding, kitchen utensils, towels. I think there’s a surround sound upgrade in there.” She handed me a pencil and flipped the Goldenrod covered catalogue open to bathroom stuff. The towel page was dog-eared. Apparently I wasn’t the only one who hated the mini-towels that came standard in the room. I filled in a requisition for towels and a plush bathrobe. 

Angela brought me back to the stock clerk’s desk and walked me through the process for submitting the order. It was complicated. I almost expected to need to know a secret handshake to complete the transaction.

“So that should all be delivered before the day is over.” She led me back out of the department. True to her word, the distribution department and requisition in-service had taken us almost to lunch. We stepped off the elevator on the floor for my research division. “I figured I’d show you your desk before we eat lunch.”

We rounded a corner into the lab area. The space was wide open, from window to window. There were workstations at the periphery of the room. I assumed the conspicuously empty one was mine, but Angela walked right past it to a desk that was covered in stuff. There was a pile of paperwork on one corner that at first glance I thought was probably the information relating to my proposals. The desk itself was one of the Stark Industries touch responsive computers that I’d been desperate to try since the first time I saw one. The monitor was carefully suspended from the ceiling, keeping the desk as clear as possible. On the far side of the desk was a small cactus with a little plastic welcome stick pressed into the dirt, and a box of office supplies.

Angela made quick work of logging me into the computer. The log in sequence unlocked the desk drawers, so I was able to clear my desktop with one sweep of my arm into the top drawer. Angela sucked in her breath in response to the action.

“I will organize myself later. For now, that desk needs to be clear, if I’m ever going to work at it,” I explained. She grabbed the cactus protectively and held it away from my reach. 

“Promise you won’t hurt the plant,” she demanded. 

“Sure,” I agreed. She put the plant back down and disappeared across the lab, quickly returning with what looked like a shelf. While I watched, she mounted it to the window behind my desk. How she did it was a mystery, it looked like it was just hanging there. Some sort of mysterious Stark Tech, I suppose. She took the cactus and placed it on the corner of the shelf, her shoulders square in defiance of my otherwise blasé organizational skills. As though she already knew that I wasn’t going to organize my desk drawers later. I looked over at the desk beside me and saw that all the way down the bank of windows, there were shelves mounted against the windows, holding the various personal treasures of the employees assigned to each desk. My shelf looked kind of boring with just the cactus on it.

“Okay, let’s get lunch. You’ve got your meeting with Markus in 45 minutes.” Angela steered me back out of the lab and over to the elevator.

[shambali-sinner]

Night Shift

A little hurt/comfort Zenyatta fluff piece that came to me and flew out of my fingers. Very self-indulgent, based very loosely on my real life. SFW and gender-neutral so enjoy!

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You sighed, exhausted, leaning back against the driver’s seat of your car. You cut the engine and cover your face with your hands, listening softly to the radio still playing for a few moments more.

How could you have done that? How could you have been so—

You shake the thoughts off and rub your eyes, letting your hands fall down your face and taking a deep breath before opening the door to get out. You take the stairs up to your flat two at a time, fueled by the nervous energy of anxiety. You take another deep, shaky breath as you insert your key and unlock the door.

Your partner would understand. He was the most understanding being on the planet. He—

The first thing you notice is the smell. Pancakes. And sausage. And freshly squeezed oranges. Curious, you tiptoe to the kitchen where the sight before you could have been a circus.

Tekhartha Zenyatta was at the stove, wearing your favorite apron, four of his extra arms illuminating the room, engaged in tasks. Two were washing dishes and two were cleaning the table. His physical arms tended to a pair of skillets on the stove.

Briefly, his final two ethereal limbs appeared. The first grabbed a serving plate which caught a fresh pancake as he flipped it out of one of the pans. The other grabbed the bowl of batter to start pouring another serving to cook.

Your partner was definitely a sight to behold. You were used to the appearance of his not-all-there arms and his use of them around the house, but never had you seen him so engaged in such a task as preparing a meal. Making the arms materialize took a lot of concentration and focus on his part, and knowing he was putting forth this much effort for you was endearing.

You giggled a little in the back of your throat.

“Good morning, beloved,” the monk hummed, transferring some sausage to the serving plate and flipping the latest flapjack. “I’m making your favorite meal.”

“I noticed,” you replied, almost smiling. Your mouth betrayed you, the memory of what you needed to tell him flashing across your mind. Tension flared in your shoulders.

“Something is upsetting you. I can sense it.” Zenyatta’s voice ground with a calm concern. One by one, his golden arms set down each of the objects they held and vanished. He moved the rest of the freshly-cooked food out of the skillets and turned to face you. He rested a hand on your shoulder. “Let’s go sit down, shall we?”

You went back into the front room and collapsed facedown on the sofa. Your partner hovered beside you and began rubbing circles into your back. He wouldn’t press you to start talking. He’d wait until you were ready.

His deft mechanical fingers found a particularly tight knot between your shoulderblades. He worked on it and as the tension began to bubble away the words flowed freely from your mouth.

“I finally did it. I put in my two weeks at work. I don’t know where we’ll be living in a month but at this point I don’t care.”

“It must have been difficult to inform your supervisor of your decision to terminate your employment,” Zenyatta prompted.

“It was the most stressful thing I’ve done in months! I know she’s loved having me as a worker and I don’t know how she’ll keep going without me, but I just couldn’t take it anymore.”

“No, you couldn’t,” he agreed, kneading your shoulders. “Working all night has been putting such a strain on your physical and mental health. I’ve been concerned for your wellbeing.”

You nodded, sighing softly and closing your eyes as the physical stress dissolved from your body. “You’ve always taught me I have to take care of myself first. That advice has really helped. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“You’d still be you,” he assured, patting your back softly. “But much less at peace with yourself.”

“Tranquility.” You softly echoed his mantra.

“Do not yet worry yourself about our finances. Our path will become clear without the negative energy that job has brought you.”

“Okay,” you murmured, snuggling into the couch’s cushions.

“If you’re ready to eat, the food should still be hot,” Zenyatta suggested gently.

“Yes, please,” you hummed.

Your partner helped you into a sitting position, covering you with a blanket and announcing he’d bring the food out to you. He returned with a tray and a full compliment of toppings for the pancakes.

“Thank you,” you smiled.

He sat down beside you on the couch. “Of course, beloved.” He reached over and gently stroked your hair as you began eating. “Is this okay?” he asked.

You moaned your approval, mouth full of fluffy pancake and sticky syrup. Upon swallowing, you paused. “You’re too good to me. I don’t deserve you.”

“It is unwise to dwell on such thoughts,” the monk replied. “Ideas of ‘deserving’ a partner lead to feelings of insecurity and inferiority, leads to no longer considering a relationship an equal partnership.” You nodded and took another bite. “Besides, there are many time I do not feel worthy of your partnership.”

You almost choked in surprise. “What?”

“There are many in this world who are unkind to omnics. Disdain and violence towards my kind especially run rampant in areas like Western Europe and Latin America. There are places I cannot go at all without suffering almost certain death, where battle against my kind still rages.

“But here, with you, I find peace. You treat me no differently than any other person. More than this, you love me like any other person. And for that, I am constantly grateful.���

You had set down your utensils and he picked up your hand. “I would do anything to return just a fraction of that peace and love to you.”

“Zenyatta,” you sniffed, smiling. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Then say nothing at all. Just take care of yourself for now. Eat, then bathe, then get some restful sleep. You’ve earned it.”

You chuckled and he brushed a tear from your cheek. He truly was the best thing that ever happened to you.

[hobiorbit]

hopping into love III (m.)

pairing: (mainly) park jimin x hybrid!reader, hybrid!jeon jungkook x hybrid!reader. will probably contain future pairings warnings: male masturbation, blowjobs (m/f giving), panty kink, dirty talk, exhibitionism, voyeurism, creampie, threesome (m/m/f), reader is biologically female summary: In which Jimin has no idea what he’s getting himself into when he adopts you, and he finds both him and Jungkook sexually and romantically infatuated with you.

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It only took you a couple months to wake up with a throbbing headache and an unpleasant pain in your stomach. When you trudged out of your room looking and feeling like death, Jimin immediately went to you.

“Sweetie, are you okay?” He murmured, pulling you close and clasping a hand against your forehead. You whimpered in pain, nodding your head yes despite your other body language that screamed no. “Oh no,” Your owner murmured, eyebrows scrunched together.

“Should I cancel dinner tonight with Taehyung and Hoseok? I can just go pick up Jungkook right now and we’ll stay in today so you don’t have to deal with everything.” Jimin said, in reference to his friend and his hybrid coming over. Jungkook had stayed the night before, and would be coming home with them for dinner as well as to play.

You immediately shook your head no, causing a shooting pain to float up your spine and into the back of your head. “I’m sure I’ll feel better by then… I don’t want you to cancel just because I don’t feel well. You and Jungkook have been excited about this for a while.” You murmured, stomach growling loudly afterward. You were unbelievably hungry.

Jimin giggled at the sound, bringing a hand up to rub against your head. “Is my bunny hungry? Sit down at the table and rest, I’ll make us some breakfast. How about some pancakes?” Jimin said, instantly making your eyes widen and your mouth salivate. “Yes, please!” You said in a rushed manner, moving as quickly to the table as you could.

“Anything for you!” Jimin told you, immediately getting to work and mixing blueberries into your batter, just the way you liked. As you waited, your pain began to subside. Sometimes it would come back in small spurts, but for the most parts things already began to look up. There were still sharp pains in your stomach sometimes, specifically whenever you’d focus on Jimin, or when you’d speak with him.

“Order up!” Jimin said as he placed the steaming plate in front of you. You immediately grabbed for your cutlery and syrup, getting straight to work. “Someone’s hungry.” Jimin teased, no actual malice in his tone. You nodded shyly, trying to slow yourself down. Your efforts quickly diminished when you had your first bite of the pancakes, ending up finishing them a couple of minutes. Jimin watched you in awe, wondering what you’d done to make you so hungry. When he saw your plate wiped clean, he looked at you questioningly.

“Do you want more? Usually you don’t eat this much. I don’t mind, it’s good to have a healthy appetite- did Jungkook make dinner for you before he left yesterday?” Jimin asked you. You nodded, not wanting Jungkook to be blamed for your sickness or seemingly endless stomach.

“He did! It’s not Jungkook’s fault- I’m sorry, Minie, I don’t really know what’s going on with me.” You told him honestly, pouting and clasping your hands in your lap. Jimin quickly stood up, grabbing your plate to load it with more food. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, Y/N. As long as you’re safe and happy.” Jimin told you, and you knew he was being honest. It helped calm your nerves.

When Jimin came back with the last of your pancakes, you thanked him graciously. “No problem, baby.” He murmured, going back to his own food. After that, your stomach had a sharp pain in it again, making you grunt lightly. You stilled for a moment, waiting for it to continue. When it didn’t, you went back to scarfing down your pancakes.

Once you were satiated, which took about twice the amount of food than normal, you sat back in your chair feeling exhausted. Jimin seemed to notice from his position at the sink, nodding his head toward the bathroom in the hallway. “Why don’t you take a shower to get your energy levels back up, Y/N?” Jimin proposed. You nodded at the idea, carefully getting up from your seat and clasping at your stomach, which had been cramping.

“Okay, I’ll go do that.” You told him, going back to your room to pick out your outfit for the day, which would be simple- an over sized sweater and Jungkook’s favorite shorts of yours. You weren’t wearing them for Jungkook- Why would you be? They were just comfy, and you weren’t feeling the best. Yeah.

The water felt better than usual, and due to that you spent a lot more time in the shower you usually did- spending extra time on your hair, shaving and exfoliating- everything. Once you were out of the shower your skin was soft and rejuvenated, and to top it all off you even lathered yourself up with lotion after brushing your teeth.

“Felt good, huh?” Jimin asked you when you appeared in the living room. You nodded happily, scampering over to him and sitting on the couch next to him, barely paying any attention to what he was watching on TV. It wasn’t long before you laid yourself in his lap, basking in his warmth as well as his scent. Jimin thought nothing of it, automatically carding his hand into your hair and rubbing at your scalp, something he knew you loved.

You hummed and sighed in pleasure, eyes falling shut as you basked in the euphoric feeling. Jimin chuckled at your actions, cooing at you. “You just needed some TLC, huh? Got so lonely without Kookie and I, didn’t you, Y/N?” You nodded your head, nuzzling your face into his thigh as your hips wiggled. As if your shorts weren’t already short enough, your movements began to make them ride farther up, exposing part of your ass to Jimin’s gaze. He bit his lip, trying to avoid indecent thoughts.

Of course, you were as oblivious as always, nudging yourself farther into his body when his movements stilled. He smiled at you, trying not to focus on your exposed skin, or the fact that your face was deftly close to where his member lay underneath the fabric of his joggers.

In order to stop the progress of the situation and his thoughts, Jimin brought up a completely un-sexy topic of conversation. “Are you excited for tonight?” Jimin asked you, making your ears twitch. He held in his squeal at your cuteness. You turned your head on his lap to lock eyes with him.

“Yeah. Hoseokie is always super nice to me and he likes to cuddle with me, so that’s good. And Taetae is always super nice to me too, and he gives me lots of compliments.” You pondered. Jimin smiled at how much you craved attention. It was very different from how you acted when you were first adopted, doing anything you could to stay out of the way due to fear of annoying anyone. You were still shy, but you were finally coming around, and it made him happy.

“Of course Taehyung and Hoseok love you! You’re just so cute, Y/N. It’s impossible not to.” Jimin told you, pulling your hair back from your face so he could see all of your features. You puffed your cheeks out in embarrassment, not being able to handle such a direct complement. “Thanks, Jiminie…. You’re the best.” You said shyly, going back to burying your head in his lap and bathing in his attention. Before too long you fell asleep on his lap, and being the considerate owner he was, Jimin let you stay like that for a couple of hours. Well, until he decided he should probably get ready for company, gently shaking your shoulder to wake you up.

“Y/N… It’s time to get up, baby. I have to get ready and clean the house up a bit.” He told you, cooing when you yawned and rubbed at your eyes. You sat up slowly, gripping at your stomach, which was in even more pain than it was in the morning.

“Ow,” You whimpered, clutching at your stomach over the fabric of your sweat. Jimin leaned over immediately, clasping his hand over your own, making you arch your back into his hand, groaning in pain. “Oh god, Y/N, are you okay?” Jimin panicked. You nodded, teary eyed. “I’ll just take some hybrid Tylenol. I’ll be fine, Minie.” You tried to smile, but it came off more like a grimace. Jimin didn’t seem to believe you, but he knew how stubborn you could be, so he went to fetch some water and medicine for you. Everyone would be over in about an hour, and it would’ve been rude to cancel.

When he came back you were taking deep breaths on the couch, trying to calm the raging pain in your stomach. You hoped it would subside quickly like it did earlier, and that thought was the only thing you were holding on for. “Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry sweetie.” Jimin whined when he saw your state. He gave you the water and held out the pills so you could take them at your own pace, which was a lot slower than usual due to the pain.

“Don’t worry… ‘S not your fault.” You breathed through your teeth, trying to smile at him. “Why don’t you go set up? I’ll wait here for the pain to pass.” You told him, laying back to try and find a comfortable position and grabbing a throw blanket to cover yourself with.

Jimin decided to listen to you, giving you a kiss on your forehead before going to clean up any messes as well as changing his clothes. Maybe he’d do some food prep while you were out of commission.

Truth be told, you were on the couch in pain until about ten minutes before your guests arrived. Once the pain started to subside a generous amount, you sprung up from the couch and folded up your throw blanket, padding along the wooden floors to find your owner. He was putting away the food he prepped, giving you a large smile when he saw you up and moving. Once everything was packed away in the fridge, he walked over to give you a gentle hug.

“Feeling better?” He murmured into your hair. You nodded as you let him hold you against his chest. “For now.” You mumbled back, sinking further into his embrace. Jimin would���ve indulged you if it weren’t for a knock on the door, making him tear away from you.

“Coming!” Jimin yelled as he walked to the door, opening it and immediately being engulfed into a hug by Taehyung. Jungkook and Hoseok happily walked by the two’s embrace, sniffing you out and coming to you to greet you. They were smiling, but as they got closer they seemed to become more tense.

You looked at them curiously, watching as Hoseok’s smile became terse. Even despite the weird aura surrounding him, he still went to pull you into a hug. You always adored the older hybrid, enjoying that he’d indulge in the more childish side of yourself. “Hi Hoseokie,” You said happily, wrapping your arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around your waist, immediately bringing his nose down to your neck so he could scent you. It was something Jungkook always hated, a little pet peeve of his- whenever Hoseok would leave the house he would be all over you, erasing the other hybrid’s smell.

Nothing was weird about Hoseok’s behavior, until he stood there for longer than he usually did. When Jungkook tried to get closer and say hello to you, a loud growl ripped through Hoseok’s throat. Even with Hoseok being a dog hybrid, Jungkook hardly seemed scared. He seemed mad, actually.

“Seok,” You could hear Taehyung’s deep voice from behind you. Hoseok reluctantly pulling away from you, giving a side glance to Jungkook before obediently going to join his owner at his side. Jungkook walked over to you, protectively wrapping his arm around your waist while aggressively sniffing at your neck. You could see Jimin’s worry, the emotion very obviously etched across his features. The sudden aggressiveness concerning you made the man uncomfortable, considering it had never been a problem before. Sure, the two would get protective, both being dominant males, but it never felt so tense.

“What do you think that was about?” Jimin asked Taehyung as the five of you began migrating to the living room, where everyone decided the movie night would be spent. Taehyung shrugged his shoulders, seeming just as clueless and surprised as your owner. They weren’t alone, because their behavior was confusing, even to you.

However, within a couple of minutes the awkwardness dissipated and was replaced with excited chatter. There were multiple conversations bouncing forward and backward, some completely odd and others concerning what movies you’d all be watching. Jungkook and Hoseok had practically forced you to sit in between them, something you didn’t have a problem with as long as you got a blanket.

“We should watch this one!” Taehyung said loudly, holding up a DVD case. It was supposed to be a romantic movie- well, a romantic comedy, but usually anything in the genre was hardly anything of either. You didn’t really care- ever since you were adopted, you could find yourself becoming interested in all movies, no matter how poor quality it might have been. Jimin groaned, but as soon as Taehyung started to pout he agreed. Giddily, the other man set up the movie, turning off the lamps in the room before jumping onto the couch.

Unsurprisingly, the movie began to follow the same cliche storyline every other romantic movie seemed to follow. As you gained more experience with different movies, you wondered what was so addicting about the combination of events every movie seemed to follow- especially when the formula didn’t guarantee success, or in some cases, even mediocrity.

You found yourself watching intently, nonetheless. The room was silent except for the comments one of you would make once in a while, the sound and dialogue from the movie filling in the rest of the way. You found yourself leaning your head on Hoseok’s shoulder, simply due to tiredness. Jungkook’s hand found it’s way onto your thigh under the blanket. It wouldn’t have been odd if he’d chosen any other place- on most occasions, Jungkook enjoyed having even a little bit of physical contact. He’d never been the type to latch onto your thigh, though- waist, sure.

Shooting him a questioning glance only to find his gaze fixated on the TV, you gave a minuscule shrug and went back to watching the movie.

Except the pain was coming back, and it was hard to focus on anything beside Jungkook’s hand on your thigh. It felt like you were burning, being eaten up on the inside by something less than good. Hoseok’s and Jungkook’s scents flooded your nose, and you wanted to get on the floor. Beg them to do something, beg them to make the pain stop, beg them to make you feel better. How? You weren’t so sure, but every single one of your instincts were telling you that your medicine were the hybrids you were sandwiched in between.

Hoseok began breathing heavily and Jungkook began to inhale deeply, nostrils flared as his grip on your thigh tightened. You let out a small whimper, whether out of pain or pleasure or desparation you weren’t sure. That seemed to be Hoseok’s breaking point, as he immediately ripped the blanket from you and tore Jungkook’s hand away from you, dragging you into his body as if you weighed nothing.

And instead of fighting back against the sudden physicality, instead of screaming in fear or yelling in anger, you moaned. The type of moan your whole body went into, and if it were any other time you would’ve been embarrassed, but in that moment you just couldn’t seem to care.

“Get off her!” Jungkook yelled, practically growling at the way Hoseok handled you, at the way he thought he owned you. You were Jungkook’s doe, not Hoseok’s bitch. He’d make you know it, make everyone in the room know it. He had no problem putting you on your hands and knees, breeding you in front of their prying eyes.

“Woah- you guys! Stop!” Taehyung and Jimin both yelled, standing abruptly. You were whimpering in Hoseok’s hold, almost drooling by now. “Someone, please do something. Kookie…” You said lowly. You weren’t even sure what you were asking of him.

“Jimin… Did you let me bring Hoseok over here while Y/N is in heat?” Taehyung asked astonished, finally putting the puzzle pieces together. Jimin looked mortified, mouth open in a silent gasp as he quickly shook his head. “Oh my god- I had no idea! I thought she was sick! Taehyung, I’m so sorry.” Jimin said desperately, feeling stupid for not realizing your condition earlier. You heard the faint mention of heat, knowing it had something to do with you.

Taehyung rolled his eyes but didn’t appear mad, putting a hand on Hoseok’s shoulder to calm his hybrid down. “Come on, Hobi. You know you can’t do this, Kookie’s got Y/N claimed already.” Taehyung said softly, making Hoseok frown but comply. He let you go, and Jungkook immediately went to steady you. You went to nosing his neck, sniffing and licking all the skin you could get to as soft moans escaped your throat.

“Tae, I promise I’ll make it up to you… Once Y/N is okay.” Jimin said sadly. Taehyung threw his head back and laughed, still ushering Hoseok out of the house. “Don’t worry, she’ll be fine… Now have fun!” He winked before closing the door, leaving Jimin to be flustered in yours and Jungkook’s presence.

“Gonna fuck you so good, bunny… Gonna fill your sweet little pussy up with my kits, make you nice and full. You want that, baby? Want me to make you feel good? Make you pregnant?” Jungkook was whispering pure filth into your ear. Well, not whispering, considering Jimin could hear it from his position a couple feet away. You were a whimpering mess, barely able to stand if the wobbling of your knees was anything to go off of.

“Kook…” Jimin said, not knowing exactly what he should’ve done. Part of him felt indescribably jealous, the selfish side of him telling him he should get Jungkook away from you and take care of you himself, and the more rational side telling him that the best thing to get you through your first heat was a partner. Specifically, a hybrid partner. Jungkook looked up at him from where he was latched onto your skin, sucking rosy marks all over it.

“She’s in heat, hyung. This is something she can’t go through alone- just let me take care of at least the beginning part. I’m not gonna exile you or anything, you can help out later…. Would you like that, pretty bunny? Want Jimin and I to take care of you and stuff you full?” Jungkook trailed off, reaching down to grab a handful of your ass through your silk shorts, making him give a throaty groan.

Jimin found himself nodding vigorously, excited at the prospect of touching you. He could feel his pants tent when you moaned aloud. “Yes, Kookie! Want you and Minie to help me. Make it stop, Kookie.” You whimpered, clawing at the other hybrid’s chest. Jungkook bent down to pick you up, locking your legs around his waist before taking you to your room. You’d be spending a lot of time in there.

Deciding there was no time for being shy, Jungkook began stripping himself. When he was naked and his cock stood proudly in front of you, you began to moan again, spreading your legs automatically. Jungkook chuckled, climbing onto the bed and getting rid of your clothing as quick as he could. He tapped your clit a couple times, groaning when you began to keen, arching yourself into his touch. Once your clothes were removed you immediately began to roll over and present yourself to him.

It was a beautiful sight. Jimin had followed the both of you in, taking a seat at the edge of the bed and palming himself over his pants, looking at your pretty pussy dripping with slick. Your back was arched so softly, the plump shape of your ass and the wetness of your cunt being the most inviting sight either of the boys had ever seen.

When you got no stimulation, you began to wiggle your hips to entice the male, or males, behind you. This sent Jungkook into a frenzy, barely being able to think about anything but grabbing you by the hips and fucking you like you needed him to.

“Such a good little doe,” Jungkook said, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your pussy. You pushed back onto him, trying to do anything to get him inside. Deciding you’d been in pain for more than long enough, Jungkook gave you exactly what you craved and slammed his cock inside your virgin walls, making you cry out in pleasure.

It should’ve been painful, there should’ve been comfort. Thanks to the heat and your desperate arousal, you only felt pleasure. The older hybrid began an unforgiving pace, pushing into you so hard and deep that you inched up higher on the bed with every thrust.

“So tight, baby. Your pussy’s so good, milking my cock just right. You feel good, bunny?” Jungkook asked, leaning over your back and breathing heavily into your ear. There was no way you could find words to response, pleased sounds coming from your lips whenever you opened your mouth.

It was a shame Jungkook couldn’t see your full face, but Jimin was able to due to his position on the bed. You looked absolutely wrecked in the most beautiful way possible. Hair mussed up from activity, skin glistening with sweat, saliva running down your lips from the stimulation. Your eyes were glossed in what the human could only call euphoria, and it made him want you to be wrecked even more.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Jungkook breathed harshly, pulling back to put his hand on your hips to intensify his speed. His free hand snaked around the underside of your body, beginning to mercilessly rub at your clit. You whimpered loudly at the feeling. “Kookie!” You whined, quickly squeezing tighter around his cock, a clear signal you were going to cum.

“That's it baby, cum for me, let go. Milk my cock for everything I’ve got.” Jungkook encouraged you, tone soft despite the absolute filth pouring from his mouth. You did exactly what you were told, body jerking as you were blinded with white due to the sheer power of your orgasm. Jungkook worked you through your high, cumming shortly after you did, filling you up with his cum.

“Gonna make you pregnant, bunny… Can’t wait to see you so full.” Jungkook moaned, keeping his cock inside you while he calmed down, laying the two of you on your sides so he could pat your belly. When your breathing returned to normal, Jungkook slipped out of you, making you whine at the loss of contact.

“You did so good, Y/N.” Jungkook pressed a kiss to your shoulder, moving to sit at the edge of your bed. “Jiminie,” You said, reaching out and making grabby hands for him. The heat had calmed down generously but you were still needy as hell. Jimin seemed to sense the desperation in your voice.

“Not tired yet, huh sweetie?” Jimin said teasingly, silently thanking the powers above. He wouldn’t have encouraged you to continue if you hadn’t wanted to, but he thought he was going to die from blue balls. You nodded in embarrassment, covering your eyes with your arm as you rolled onto your back and spread your legs for him.

Jungkook’s cum came squelching out of you, running down your pretty, abused folds and painting them translucent white. You could hear Jungkook’s groan of pleasure. Jimin had removed his pants and boxers, pumping his thick cock before he went in. He was sure you could take it, but it was better safe than sorry.

“Let me see that beautiful face, Y/N.” Jimin cooed, reaching forward and grabbing your arm, not letting it go until it laid at your side. Your eyes were glossy and your cheeks were moist with tears of pleasure. Jimin leaned forward and locked lips with you in a passionate kiss, staying like that for a couple of seconds. He groaned into your mouth, grabbing hold of his cock and positioning it at your hole before pushing in, causing your arch to back as you moaned into him. “Is it good, baby?” Jimin asked you, warm breath fanning over your face as he began more gentle, but still mind blowing pace. You nodded quickly.

“Words, Y/N. Let hyung know how good he’s making you feel.” Jungkook chastised from the edge of the bed, hand already wrapped around his cock for another go. You bit your lip at the sight before focusing back on Jimin. “It’s so good, Minie… Makes me feel so good. It’s so big! You make me so full…” You rambled, throwing your head back as he increased his pace.

“Fuck baby, you’re so good for me. So good for us. You know that? How long we’ve loved you?” Jimin moaned, bringing a hand up to cup your breast and pinch at your nipple. Even through the haze of your heat, you could feel the love Jimin’s words had for you and how much weight they carried. It was such an odd way to confess, yet such a fitting situation for the three of you.

You moaned aloud at the praise, bringing your own hand up to wrap itself in Jimin’s hair. “I- ugh, I love you guys too,” You keened, hips bucking up in time with Jimin’s thrusts. You could hear Jungkook’s moan of release, a sign that he’d came all over himself. “You gonna cum again, Y/N? Do it, baby. One more time, you can do it.” Jimn encouraged, finding himself coming dangerously close to his peak. Lucky for him you started spasming immediately after he stopped talking, throwing him into an orgasmic moment. He came inside you, didn’t stop thrusting until you were whining in over stimulation, weakly pushing at his pelvis. He slipped out of you, falling on the bed next to you.

Jungkook laid on your other side, bringing a blanket over the three of your bodies as you sat in silence, regaining your breath.

“I meant it.” Jimin said out of nowhere, making you and Jungkook look at him questioningly. “Meant what?” You asked softly. He turned to you, kissing you and leaning over to ruffle Jungkook’s hair. “I love you, and I have for a long time. You too, Kookie.” Jimni said, voice quiet as if he was afraid of rejection. You were surprised at his confession, something that transferred to Jungkook as well.

“I love you too. Both of you.” You added quietly, holding Jimin’s hand over the blanket to try and ease his anxiety. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I, um, you know. I feel the same way.” Jungkook said embarrassed, all of his earlier cockiness leaving him. You giggled, as did Jimin.

“Oh, Jungkook looooves us, Y/N! How cute!” Jimin said, making you laugh out loud. Jungkook rolled his eyes. “I’d totally fight back but I’m beat. Let’s just take a nap in this nasty bed.” He yawned, making you nod in agreement to his notion. Jimin groaned in disgust but made no move to leave, opting to hug your bad as Jungkook did to your front.

And so, that was how you spent the first night of your heat. Sandwiched between the two men you love.

Well, until three in the morning- then you had Jimin fuck you with his fingers while Jungkook whispered words of praise into your ear, trying to get you to your peak as fast as possible. Honestly, it was the best night you ever had.

[ketchupcrisp]

More #AskStrange Responses

 I might have a request for Dr Strange... Maybe, if he has the time and inclination, he could tell us about the bathing part of the aftercare, preferably from Tony's point of view, him slowly coming back from subspace? I know Dr Strange prefers more scientific questions and this request really is incredibly self-indulgent, so no worries if he doesn't have the time!

Loathe as I may generally be to explore Stark’s psyche, even I can admit that I can see the appeal of his dynamic with Rogers at the current moment. Enjoy, poster!

(Author’s Note: The response under the cut is an aftercare scene. There's no sex, but there is a discussion of the sexual scene from Chapter 40, and a conversation about future fantasies.)

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Tony had been fairly sure he was pretty much out of headspace when Steve had panicked that morning. Seeing Steve, who had been so confident and calm the night before, clearly terrified and full of regret had been like a yank right out of subspace and into something more akin to the adrenaline-fuelled mindset of battle. All that had mattered then had been meeting the objective: fixing whatever was going so wrong in Steve’s head, twisting a night that had been as close to perfect as any Tony could remember into something ugly and wrong.

Given that he’d had no idea that top-drop was even a thing that could happen until his Dominant was in the midst of it right in front of him, Tony thought he’d done fairly well. Of course, Bruce had been the one to actually do the majority of the work, but Tony had at least had the presence of mind to realize that Steve would probably find it reassuring to see Tony checked over by an actual doctor.

What Tony hadn’t counted on (although he damn well should have, he’d been through enough check-ins by now to know better) was his own reaction to Bruce’s presence. He wasn’t sure what it was about the sessions, because he maintained that the check-ins themselves were kind of the worst, but Tony walked out the majority of them half submersed in subspace. If it was a normal day he could usually tug himself back out of it fairly quickly by focusing on work, but today…today was different. Today Steve had been there to watch Bruce examine his most intimate places and ask invasive, personal questions, and now Steve was drawing water for a bath. Tony half wanted to crawl after him, just to be on his knees for Steve again, and because he didn’t like being left alone right now, not even for a second, even though Steve had asked and Tony had told him it would be okay. (Yeah, okay, he was more than a little bit back down in subspace then.)

When Steve returned to find Tony curled up in all of his blankets like a burrito, he frowned and half-jogged his way to the bed.

“Oh sweetheart. Oh Tony, I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have left if—nevermind. I’m just sorry, and I won’t leave you again, I promise, okay? Bruce is going to have some food sent up and Dummy can bring it in here and leave it on the bed. Come on, let’s get you in the bath, alright?” He carried Tony to the bathroom, still wrapped in all the bedsheets, as Tony tried to formulate a proper apology for this latest absurdity. (Why couldn’t his version of subspace involve having just a little bit of chill?)

“I didn’t mean…I know you need my help right now, I didn’t mean to do this Steve.” The water that Steve lifted him up and set him into was the perfect temperature, and even better was the press of Steve’s body against his back once his Dominant had shed his own clothes and slid into the tub.

“Shh. This is exactly what I need, Tony, don’t you see? What helps a Dom in drop more than anything else is to know that their submissive is safe and happy, that they’re still allowed the honour of caring for them. You are everything I could possibly want right now, my good, good boy. No more apologies, hmm?”

Tony could hardly formulate an argument to that when his brain was syrup-thick with submission and contentment and wanted this to be true more than anything. He wanted to be exactly what Steve needed, for as long as he possibly could. So he laid his head back against Steve’s broad chest, feeling the vibrations of the pleased little rumble that produced in his Dominant.  

Eventually, Steve added the salt Bruce had suggested to the water. That turned it silky and a little bit slippery, and Steve held Tony carefully as he adjusted their positions so that they were facing one another. The cloth he pressed to Tony’s skin was ridiculously soft too, better than the stuff he’d encountered at some of the world’s best spas. Steve’s care and regard were evident in everything he did, and even though Tony knew from the other side how irrational drop could be, he truly couldn’t fathom any force on Earth convincing Steve that his Dominance was anything but flawless.

“Are you okay to talk a bit about last night?” Steve asked as he drew Tony’s foot into his lap for a combination wash and massage that had his head wanting to tip back again. The thought of having to actually formulate words made Tony vaguely pouty, but JARVIS had told him that debriefing a scene helped some Dominants through their drop. (Steve needed him. He could do this for Steve.) “Can you tell me something you liked?”

Well, that was actually fairly easy. Tony had liked a lot about last night: Steve’s crop, his tortuously wonderful glass toys, the way he fucked like a machine…

“You,” he concluded after pondering the options for a few seconds. Steve chuckled and Tony realized how vacuous that probably sounded. “No, not…I mean, I liked how you were—you were like this perfect mix of firm and kind. It made me, I didn’t feel quite as—I don’t know, taken over by the submission as I sometimes do, because you made me help put myself there, so I was more conscious of it happening. And that was really embarrassing but it also felt really—um, good.”

“I’m so glad to hear that sweetheart. It was good for me too,” Steve told him as he placed Tony’s right foot into his palm and then began to gently roll his ankle. “I like it when you go down hard and fast, and I’m sure we’ll play that way sometimes too, but for this first time, I liked having you stay with me a little longer. And I like to let you fight yourself a little on the way down instead of just forcing you; it makes the full drop feel even sweeter when I’ve watched you work so hard to get yourself there.”

By the time Steve’s hands were between his legs washing his cock and balls, Tony was glad for the excuse to be making small whining noises. It turned out even talking  bout their scene was enough to make him half out of his mind again.

“Anything we did that you wouldn’t want to try again, or that we didn’t do and you wish we had?”

“I. Uh.” He wanted to say no, because really the only thing he could think of was so small, but Steve had told Tony he was good, that he was perfect, and he wanted to always be those things even when it was embarrassing. “I wanted to clean you, with my mouth, when it was over.”

“Mmm. Phil said you had a bit of an oral fixation. I’m sorry I didn’t realize what you were asking, I thought you were just upset that I was getting up to get the cloths. I’m sorry.”

“Anything…you?” Tony asked, which bordered on nonsense but Steve had him on his hands and knees now so that he could lovingly clean every inch of Tony’s ass, and he felt he should be forgiven for the fact that it was rather hard to think under those conditions. And his Dominant understood anyway.

“The prep we did with the toys made me want to try an extended fingering scene. I’ve been thinking about it since Bruce milked you, actually, but seeing you play with yourself like that…yeah. I’d love to keep you over my lap for a couple hours, just playing with your pretty ass and seeing how many times I could get you to come just from my fingers. Maybe let some of the team watch.” Tony yelped as his hand slipped out from under him, but Steve had him gripped around the waist long before his face even came near the water. “That a yes then?”

“Makes me kind of want to die from embarrassment. Being held open like that, for that long, so that you and everyone else could see…fuck, Steve.” He half wanted to beg for it to happen right there, no matter how sore his ass would be, and Steve seemed to realize that because he got Tony sitting back in his original position and ran a soothing hand through his wet hair.

“Shh, it’s okay sweetheart. We got time. We got all the time in the world.”

Tony hoped that was true; for now, he had to believe it was. Slowly, the urgent want that had surged in him when he’d heard Steve describing his fantasy gave way to the slow, easy pleasure of just being together. He pressed himself back against Steve again, just to feel him close, and let himself imagine that he could really have this forever.

[colitisandme]

‘I’m tired’ is something I have heard a lot. From colleagues, co-workers, angry toddlers, parents, family, friends and yep even myself have muttered those words from time to time. Pre IBD, I had no appreciation or concept of true fatigue. Before, if I was tired I would find a soft spot, lie down and snooze for half an hour or so until I felt rejuvinated and refreshed, ready to take on the world with joy and care free abundenment. Tiredness can be cured by napping, getting a massage, going for a jog, taking a bath, enjoying a shower or enjoying a well deserved spa day. Fatigue, I mean true bones hurt, eyes propped open by matches, white noise, blank spacing out, must sit down or sleep or I will cry is not like that. Fatigue is different.

Before IBD I loved naps. There was nothing better than a Nana nap. Even at Uni, me and my best friend used to schedule time to nap. We would put on a Disney film, cutch up under a blanket and just have a snooze, until we were awakened by the credits and a pillow covered in drool or mascara. It was my happy place. A way to unwind and escape the stresses and strains of life and just dream happy dreams. It was wonderful. A blissful way to spend half hour and then carry on fresh as a daisy.

Fatigue is like you are wading through syrup whilst having weights strapped to your body. As you try to move the syrup gets thicker, and stickier until eventually it’s up to your eyeballs. And you can’t see or inhale and you are desperately trying to keep moving by putting one sticky foot in front of the other, no doubt pursued by a group of bugs, all wearing little napkins around their necks, clanging knives and forks whilst hanging their tongues on the side their mouths, drooling over themselves and you, trying to lick your ankles, knees and anything covered in stickiness.

Fatigue is like having your loved one tell you the best news in the world or it’s like watching them run around you whilst on fire. And in both scenarios you just are not processing any of it. During an episode of chronic fatigue, my husband could be screaming at me, running around in circles, smoke pouring from his nostrils whilst spectacular flames dance on his head, trying to get my attention by swearing and setting fire to the curtains. He could be firing balls of lava out of his ears, sporting smoke rings around his eyes and doing an excellent impersonation of a dragon during a stampede, and I would be in my own little world, whilst he runs around screaming, trying to stick his head under the water faucet. It’s not because I don’t care. I really do. Honestly. I would much prefer a non alight partner, or endure the inconvenience of witnessing an aflame man trying to jump in the bath to try and put the fire out. But during my worst episode of fatigue, I wouldn’t be able to react or help or support and so it’s not hugely helpful. In fact I have no doubt that I may completely bypass the evenings entertainment, and instead question him in the morning about the singed hair and smoke rings on my pillow and ask why we only have half a curtain in our kitchen. Fatigue feels like you are living underwater, listening to white noise while at your bones scream at you to just lie down and sleep. Or it’s your body screaming at you half way through a simple task. Sometimes just taking a shower or getting dressed or walking to the bus feels like you have climbed Mt Everest. Napping is not gonna help. Not half hour anyway. Half hour dream fest whilst watching Disney does not work anymore sadly. It’s more like an unconscious 2 hour black out, and when you wake up you feel like you haven’t slept, and very much think you have been put through a mangle, wrung out and are now hanging up in someone’s back garden, being s**t on by birds. It’s so beyond tiredness. It’s exhaustion.

Thankfully, the periods of pure unthinkable, unexplainable, un-describable exhaustion, come fewer than they did at the start of this journey. At the beginning it happened every day, or every other day and my body would try and lull me to sleep by screaming lullabies at me until I co-operated, but they do still occur. Most recently it’s happened over the past week when my husband has been chatting away and my brain travels to the scene in the Simpson’s, when Homer goes to snoozetown and his car turns into a bed. Occasionally I know he can tell I have gone to that wonderful place, and waits until later to continue his conversation with me so I can respond correctly and not envisage him as a giant, talking pillow. During these moments my mind literally ‘goes to lunch,’ well it actually vacates on holiday where my mind thinks it is sipping on sangria, by the sea, getting sun creamed up by handsome lifeguards in tiny pants, and has to be gently encouraged to re join reality again.

I have a total new appreciation for tiredness. And there are so many who deal with this level of exhaustion and higher on a daily basis. A statement from these brave people like ‘My god I am sorry, I am just so tired’ actually means ‘If I don’t lie down, I will fall down’ and should not be taken lightly. Chronic fatigue is not sleepiness it is body and mind exhaustion and those who experience it know that it may mean, they zone out of conversations, or may mean they miss parties or functions or workouts and won’t improve by lazing away on a retreat, taking time off or indulging in a Nana nap. It’s just something additional we have to live with and should be understood. We aren’t being rude, we aren’t ignoring you and we are certainly not lazy. I have literally had people roll their eyes at me when I said I was tired and it’s maddening and incredibly hurtful. So when somebody who lives with chronic fatigue says ‘I am sorry but I am just too tired to come out today’ please be gentle. Believe me we are just as disappointed as you are. Disappointed in ourselves and disappointed in our unco-operative bodies. Maybe during those times, your friends can come to you instead of you going to them. Living with IBD and having other invisible illnesses can be incredibly isolating, very lonely and scary. Believe me we miss out on a lot, even though we try to be there for as much as we possibly can. So maybe during those most exhausting moments we should all get together, put on a Disney film and enjoy a scheduled nap and then carry on with the rest of our day together to make it less lonely and take the stigma away. After all, who doesn’t love a group nap?

[greenkeepery]

Feeling Sore After a Workout? Don’t Do These Things if You Have Muscle Pain or Joint Pain

Working out in the gym, beginning a new workout routine, or taking up a novel sport can both challenge and support the body. While exercise is regarded as one of the best ways to maintain your physical and psychological wellbeing, sore muscles and aching joints are an inevitable result of new and strenuous exercise.

You might find yourself in dire need of muscle pain relief after a workout.

Sore muscles may make you want to throw in the towel on your exercise routine, but rest assured, there are ways you can reduce, even avoid, post-workout tenderness. And we assure you that if you stick with your new routine, post-workout muscle pain will more than likely dissipate as your body adjusts and you will see the effects of your hard work in no time.

There are actions you should avoid to reduce exercise-induced muscle pain. Before we get started on the actions to avoid, we’ll start with identifying the cause of post-workout muscle and joint pain. In addition, we’ll provide easy lifestyle choices to avoid and take to support your sore muscles.  

What is the Exact Cause of Post-Workout Muscle and Joint Pain?

Sore muscles after a workout can set in after beginning a new exercise routine or raising the bar on a current regimen. The medical term for this is delayed onset muscle soreness or DOMS. When you put in a hard workout, very small, microscopic tears in your muscle fibers can occur (this is the pain you feel when your muscles are sore), which cues your body that there is damage that needs to be repaired.

Then, as with any injury to the body, the inflammatory process kicks in. Healing cells and chemicals rush in to aid repair. This triggers swelling and tenderness typically within 24 hours, which can last for several days.

Because this type of muscle soreness is related to the inflammatory process, you can take anti-inflammatory steps to encourage muscle pain relief.

Read on to learn simple lifestyle choices to avoid as well as their alternatives, when possible.

Don’t Make Your DOMS Worse With Inflammatory Foods and Dehydration

Generally speaking, the foods we eat can both heal or harm the body. An overall healthy diet can benefit us in a multitude of ways, but an anti-inflammatory diet specifically can help reduce inflammation and aid muscle pain relief.

Inflammatory foods can exasperate post-workout muscle soreness. Additionally, common foods that may increase discomfort due to their inflammatory effects include sugar, omega-6:omega-3 fatty acid imbalance, trans fats, gluten, and excessive alcohol.

Reducing inflammation in the body is an easy, holistic approach to reducing DOMS and utilizing food to speed up your post-workout recovery.

1. Don’t eat too much sugar (or complex carbohydrates)

Most of us know that a high sugar diet can lead to extra body weight and obesity, but too many teaspoons can also elevate inflammation. A 2014 study showed that drinking a beverage sweetened with 50 grams of fructose elevates hs-CRP, an inflammatory marker identified in a blood test.

Many packaged and processed foods and beverages contain high amounts of sugar, especially in the form of high fructose corn syrup (HFCS).

Common high fructose corn syrup foods include:

Bakery goods like bread, doughnuts, cookies, and cakes

Pre-made foods like pizza and TV dinners

Salad dressings

Soda

And even some nutrition bars and cereals

Instead, stick to natural, whole food sources for your carbohydrate intake, like fresh fruits, vegetables, and whole grains. If you’re looking for an alternative sweetener that can actually aid your workout recovery, try mānuka honey.

This type of honey is an ideal post-workout superfood, due to its ability to support healthy inflammation and its lower glycemic index compared to pure glucose or sugar. It is ideal for restoring glycogen levels lost from a workout as well as supporting recovery from exercise-induced inflammation—not to mention, it is chock full of vitamins and minerals, such as essential B-vitamins, magnesium, calcium, copper, zinc, and potassium, all of which strongly affect athletic performance and help speed up recovery.

Additionally, research published in Pharmacognosy Research showed that mānuka honey contains 22 amino acids, including all 9 that must be consumed through food.

You can also sweeten your foods and drinks with stevia, a plant extract that scores a 0 on the glycemic index and has a low-calorie count. Just remember that a little goes a long way.

2. Don’t consume too much omega-6 fatty acids from processed foods

While it may seem odd, not all fats are created equal. Many scientists and health professionals believe the skewed omega-6:omega-3 fatty acid ratio consumed by most people in the Western world is harmful and inflammatory.

When we were cave people, we ate roughly equal amounts of each fat type. Now, we consume around 15 times more omega-6 than omega-3. This matters because when out of balance, omega-6 encourages inflammation, which can trigger physical discomfort.

While both fats are essential to a healthy diet, it all depends on the source.

Processed foods like cured meats, cakes, fast foods, and snacks like potato chips and power bars might contain excessively high amounts of omega-6 fats. If you feel sore after workout, avoiding processed foods with omega-6 fats may facilitate a faster recovery.

If you insist on a fatty snack, try these low to moderate omega-6 healthy snacks instead:

a handful of almonds, sunflower seeds, or cashews

avocado on spelt or buckwheat toast or crackers

edamame beans

3. Don’t overly indulge in saturated fats

Diets high in saturated fats from meats, dairy, and trans fats have also been shown to cause low-grade inflammation in the body, which can exaggerate post-workout muscle soreness. Processed foods, particularly those that are fried, tend to be high in trans fats and should be avoided.

To keep inflammation at bay, eat anti-inflammatory foods containing healthy fats, such as nuts, seeds, olive oil, and avocado.

4. Don’t overdo it on the bread

A gluten-free diet is followed by many, including those without Celiac disease. But have you ever wondered if this style of eating might aid muscle recovery?

Gluten includes the proteins found in a range of grains including barley, rye, wheat, and triticale (a hybrid of wheat and rye). Research shows that opting for a gluten-free diet can reduce inflammation, muscle pain, and back pain. As an added advantage, it may reduce fatigue, too.

But it doesn’t mean you have to give up your favorite meals and snacks altogether. Simply try changing your diet up a bit with gluten-free replacements, just be wary about sugars and excessive carbs.

Photo courtesy of Ted Eyton/ Kaiser Permanente

Gluten-free or low-gluten snacks and meals to try instead:

Collard green wraps

Corn tortilla shells

Quinoa with steamed veggies

Spelt (While low on gluten, it’s not suitable for those with celiac disease and gluten sensitivities)

Lentil or vegetable chips

Seaweed chips

Mixed nuts (preferably unsalted)

5. Don’t forget to hydrate

You probably learned elsewhere that water makes up for more than half of the human body and that you cannot live without it. But did you know that dehydration can lead to subtle problems that can affect your muscles, including producing inflammatory responses in the body?

That’s why it’s important to remain hydrated and replenish your body with liquids after a workout. Since you also lose salt as you sweat, a sports drink containing electrolytes is recommended. However, watch the sugar content.

Don’t Forget These 5 Essentials to Support Your Sore Muscles 

If you feel sore for several days after a workout, you might consider quitting. Don’t! As you maintain consistency, your muscles will adapt and thrive. This is simply par for the course.

If you experience pain that prevents you from carrying out daily activities, you likely pushed yourself too far, too soon. Back off and build up gradually. The discomfort shouldn’t last beyond 72 hours.

Besides avoiding certain foods, don’t forget these things before you begin strenuous exercise.

Make sure you warm-up and cool down sufficiently. This includes stretching for a minimum of 5 minutes before and after your workout. It is also imperative to warm your body up with some low-intensity cardio activity, such as walking on a treadmill or using the elliptical.

Take cold baths or showers. This can help numb the pain temporarily and give you some much-needed relief.

Use a topical pain reliever. Naturally derived topicals like CBD MEDIC

Active Sport Ointment or Active Sport Stick provide pain relief quickly by directly targeting the source of discomfort with cooling and heating sensations of menthol and camphor.

Take supplements that support muscle and joint health. Turmeric and ginger are both known to support healthy inflammatory processes and joint health. You can include them in your diet or use Charlotte’s Web

CBD RECOVERY GUMMIES to support recovery from exercise-induced inflammation.

Use a foam roller. If you feel sore muscles kicking in a day or two after your workout, the continued pressure and rolling motion over sore muscles can help diminish built-up lactic acid and speed up your recovery time. You can also do this immediately following your workout as a preventative measure.

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*Remember: If your muscle soreness begins during or immediately after exercise, it is not delayed onset muscle soreness. It takes time for the inflammation related to this to settle in. That’s why the word “delayed” is in the name. Pain that occurs during an exercise can be a sign there is a problem. Stop the activity and seek professional advice before serious joint or muscle damage occurs.

Don’t Let Muscle Soreness Keep You Down

Working out in the gym brings a raft of health benefits. Finding ways to continue exercising, safely and comfortably, are crucial for both your physical and psychological wellbeing. The steps discussed in this article will enable you to settle sore muscles and harness your fitness.

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The Headcanon Master Post: Ahlis Ildilayan (ARR + HW)

Alright everybody! This has been put off for far too long, but that’s what happens when you wrap up the MSQ twice in two months in a mad dash before Stormblood (never again). A few things I want to mention before getting this underway though...

This post will cover many of the personal head canons I have for my main character Ahlis Ildilayan. These will all most likely be for the Warrior of Light (WoL) verse but if there are any discrepancies I’ll note ‘em. If I update this in the future I’ll probably reblog this same post but Stormblood is going to get it’s own post most likely, so I’m looking forward to drafting that in the future!

Now without further ado...let’s get to it!

The Little Things

Ahlis does not favor the cold very much and this takes form in a number of ways. She dislikes the snow and cold rainstorms as well as disapproving of cold confectionery food items like ice cream or iced drinks. What can I say, she’s prone to brain freezes lol.

She loves particular bathing rituals such as using fragrant bath salts and body oils. It’s a luxury she came to know in her years living in Ul’dah and when she can afford to indulge herself she visits the Sapphire Exchange and visits her favorite vendor in the city to browse for the latest scents to arrive.

Her favorite color is purple, the darker the better. Common dyes used in her armor are currant, grape and gloom purple. She also likes red, white, gray and gold.

Ahlis almost always wears her hair long and free with little styling beyond a good comb through every day to look presentable. At night she braids it loosely to prevent tangles which also enhance her hair’s natural wavy look.

Her headband is almost never out of sight. It belonged to her mother and was originally tied to her mother’s spear.

Ahlis knows how to play the harp, having learned it from her mother in her youth. 

Habits

Ahlis is first to turn to her books when she is bored, agitated or is in need of a distraction. She spends much of her time reading theory on arcanima and the practice of writing with the special metal dyes used to illustrate geometries.

Her hands are always doing some sort of movement, be it tapping an armrest while sitting or twirling her hair. It’s almost always while she’s thinking or preoccupied with something.

Ahlis always makes sure to smell her tea before taking her first sip. She finds it very therapeutic, especially if the brew is particularly fragrant or soothing. She adds nothing to her tea either; no sugar or milk or cream and certainly no birch syrup!, preferring it to taste it as-is.

She prefers her baths to be very hot, an experience she finally managed to indulge in fairly regularly when living in Ul’dah. Cold bathing to her is terrible.

Ahlis is still prone to episodes of hoarding personal possessions, a past behavior she developed due to her years as a refugee. Clutter is something she struggles with to this day.

Money management is another issue she has to contend with due to never having to handle it very much as a youth. She’s gotten better over the years and knows how to make a budget and how to save, so...improvement!

Character Background & History

Ahlis’s family originally hailed from the city of Ala Mhigo of Gyr Abania. She was a young child of 6 to 7 years old when both her and her mother escaped the city during the Garlean invasion twenty years ago. Her father, who remained behind, perished with many other Ala Mhigans in the aftermath.

In the years following Ala Mhigo’s fall Ahlis traveled all across Eorzea in the search of succor and safety from those who sympathized with the Ala Mhigans plight. They were not very lucky and were often on the move for weeks or months at a time; from Gridania to Coerthas they traveled with other refugees like themselves. Ahlis’s mother, who still retained her pride despite their hardships, did not beg for handouts or steal like some of the other refugees. Instead, she used her skills as a songstress & musician to stir the sensibilities and appreciation from any passerby when they stayed in towns and hamlets on their travels. This is how Ahlis learned of her nation’s history, culture and stories, as well as her skill with the harp.

Ahlis’s mother died five or so years after the fall of Ala Mhigo when they were attempting to settle in the region of Central Coerthas with other refugees. Much of the details concerning her death are conjecture: the only remnants of where her mother had gone involved a broken spear, for which she used to hunt with, and blood. Ahlis had reached out for aid from the local Ishgardian knights but they refused, deeming the task too menial and unworthy of their efforts. Needless to say this fostered a deep grudge for many years following her mother’s death.

In the interim from losing her mother to the very long journey south to Ul’dah, Ahlis had to rely on her fellow countrymen for survival as she traveled in a small caravan-of-sorts for better opportunities beyond the Coerthan highlands. It wasn’t a very pleasant time in her life, as some of the men were prone to doing whatever they saw fit to putting food in their bellies as well as departing from their group to take up banditry. The experience inevitably soured some of her opinions regarding other refugees.

Upon reaching Ul’dah Ahlis almost immediately got into trouble with some local thugs and caught the attention of the local authorities. Fortunately for her however one member of the Brass Blades, a roegadyn woman by the name of Precious Spinel, recognized her family name due to a friendship she held with her father during his youth as a traveling swordsman. This family friend was a literal godssend: by helping Ahlis get on her feet in Ul’dah it prevented her from falling into poverty that many outsiders, especially refugees, ended up in.

Ahlis became fully literate in her years staying in Ul’dah, as well as acquiring her first real employment as a guard & informant between the Brass Blades and Immortal Flames. When she wasn’t working she was practicing her writing, numbers and reading with encouragement from hired tutors, all of which was funded by Precious. She also expanded her repertoire with swordplay while working in the Brass Blades and from lessons taught by Precious. Her exposure to thaumaturgy also began here (this will be expanded upon later).

The events leading up to the Battle of Carteneau Flats and the actual battle itself are memories that Ahlis either does not remember clearly, or she doubts their veracity as to what, or how much, she truly accomplished. All that she knows for certainty is that her aether was inadvertently affecting in some manner, and that her abilities with the Echo were enhanced/manifested in its aftermath.

In the time following the Calamity and as she healed Ahlis found herself bewildered and bereft on what to do; her aether had become more unstable and volatile which made for uneasy spell casting as well as a heightened sensory perception of aether as a whole. Her memories were messy as well, the Echo adding further confusion as to what, or whose, visions she was recalling

 Roughly a year as being on the mend and faced with her own abilities, Ahlis decided to leave Ul’dah to go on a sort of sabbatical/personal journey on her own. Eventually her path took her to Limsa Lominsa, her mind and management of her aether (as well as the emotional turmoil it had dealt) in a deteriorating state. As a last ditch effort she went to the Arcanist’s Guild for aid, which they were able to help provide.

Studying and understanding arcanima, as well as learning how to discipline oneself and to effectively manage her unstable aether, allowed for Ahlis to center herself and find a new purpose as a teacher and researcher of the guild once she proved herself capable and felt comfortable enough to do so.

Personal player note: Ahlis never speaks about this to anybody, as it is a source of personal contention and confusion for her. This was also the event that triggered new abilities in the Echo to further manifest and grow in intensity. Being scouted and recruited into the Scions was risky in her eyes but worth seeking more answers concerning the Echo.

Class/Job & The Mantle of the Black

Ahlis did not receive any sort of formal schooling or tutelage until she was a young teenager of about 12 to 13 years of age. She spent her early years in Ul’dah playing a vigorous game of “catch-up” to become more literate as well as learning mathematics. Ahlis spent much of her time learning, encouraged by her friend who assisted her studies as well as by her tutors who saw in her a capability to become a scholar.

Curiosity eventually led Ahlis to the thaumaturgist guild within the Arrzaneth Ossuary in Ul’dah as their collection of various texts covered numerous topics of study, many of which she had never touched upon. Aether manipulation in combat was something Ahlis took a keen interest in and spent much of her time listening to the guildmaster Cocobuki and his brother on the subjects of battle strategy.

Player’s note: Ahlis does not consider herself a devout follower of Nald’thal or to the Order. While she may feel partial guilt due to feeling deceptive towards the Ossuary’s keepers she is also unapologetic to acquiring the knowledge and resources in doing so.

The soul crystal Ahlis has in her possession is one she ended up taking when a rogue black mage of the amal’jaa assaulted her in southern Thanalan on what was supposed to be a routine exploration of some of the ruins near the Sunken Temple of Qarn. Finding the magics they had used to be unlike any seen before, she examined the amal’jaa’s corpse and found the soul crystal. 

This soul stone is unique in that upon its surface there are inscriptions using symbols and characters which are undecipherable to Ahlis, having no understanding of the script. Over time, as she had slowly learned to read the old inscriptions, she learned each black magic spell.

Although this discovery has afforded Ahlis new, and quite powerful spells, it has also deeply affected her understanding of magic as a whole. Feeling responsible for taking the soul crystal for herself and learning of its secrets has become a burden that she knows she must protect and guard lest she allow it to fall into dangerous hands.

Personal player note: I do not foresee myself RPing as a black mage in game, however on Tumblr or in other places such as Discord it’s certainly possible depending on the plot. For all other intents and purposes Ahlis is an arcanist and researcher of Limsa Lominsa where her focus of study is aether manipulation in defensive and offensive battle tactics. 

Another personal player note: red mage is certainly a strong possibility in the future for Ahlis but that will be added under the Stormblood head canons in the future!

Places

Gridania: Ahlis loves the Black Shroud and finds its beauty to be very soothing despite the hardship she found as a refugee. Finding aid from the peoples in the Shroud and from Gridania was nonexistent as the forest was the first stopping point in her journey from Ala Mhigo with her mother, so they did not remain there very long. Years later however, if Ahlis has an opportunity to see the Shroud, she accepts it.

Ul’dah: Ul’dah was her home for the better part of a decade and was the city where she began to come into her own. Ahlis was finally able to become more educated and her knack for learning blossomed under the various tutelage the city had to offer, namely from the thaurmaturgist’s guild. Her tenure with the Brass Blades however exposed her to the everyday struggle and disenfranchisement of the poor, many of whom her fellow refugees. 

Limsa Lominsa: Ahlis fell in love with this city almost from the get-go. Being near the sea again enlivened her spirits greatly, and the atmosphere and bustling energy of the people certainly played a part as well. While not entirely a fan of piracy and the typical ne’er-do-wells that frequent everywhere from the piers to the Drowning Wench, Ahlis finds something infectious about Limsa. Maybe it’s all the fresh air and delicious fish soup she can eat...

Mor Dhona & the Rising Stones: Ahlis does not care very much for the area of Mor Dhona, considering how contorted it had become due to the Calamity (although she is sure the region has very interesting aether readings and fluctuation, as well as being a great area to practice channelling aether for spellwork), but Revenant’s Toll is a good place to call home away from practically everything else. For the short time she was there prior to fleeing towards Ishgard Ahlis took up a room at the Rising Stones and oftentimes retreated there when she could to sleep or to read.

Sharlayan: The curiosity Ahlis holds for this place is unending. She strongly wishes she had been able to see such a city before it fell into ruin and disrepair, and certainly before the goblins took over! She hopes, once all her other adventures and obligations are finally finished, she can go back to the great library within and do some sleuthing of her own.

The Coerthas Highlands & Ishgard: a frozen, hellish wasteland in her eyes. Very bleak and uninviting; the only glimmer of anything worthwhile are the allies she has there and that’s about it (e.g. Camp Dragonhead). Ahlis did see the highlands before the ice and snow covered everything all year round and found the climate much more agreeable then...the locals however, not too much. As for the city itself she finds the aesthetic of cold stone and towering holy edifices to their faith unappealing and self-serving. There is a small recognition on her part on the sheer architectural magnitude of the city that is impressive, though.

The Scions of the Seventh Dawn

Ahlis was recruited in Limsa Lominsa by Y’shtola for the Scions’ cause. It was also around this time that her connection with her abilities with the Echo intensified, making itself known for the first time in her life. It was an unpleasant, but fascinating, time for her.

Minfilia: Ahlis found herself impressed with Minfilia almost from the get-go with her ambition for the Scions and their mission. Although there wasn’t enough time for Ahlis to develop a deep enough friendship with the woman their connection via the Echo was there to foster a level of camaraderie and as kindred spirits. What she misses most of her is her levelheadedness and confidence.

Thancred: Thancred did not impress Ahlis whatsoever once she learned of his ‘ways’ with women. To her he was certainly playing with too much fire and no amount of poetry would sway her otherwise. It wasn’t until after the events in Ul’dah when he went missing and after they crossed paths again did Ahlis reconsider her feelings and she now finds him a reliable ally. 

Y’shtola: The amount of knowledge Y’shtola possesses on conjury, as well as with other topics such as the primals and aetheric behavior, makes Ahlis nigh enviable of her. Upon learning of her old mentor Master Matoya it only got even worse. Ahlis wishes greatly she had such opportunities as Y’shtola did when it came to exploring magic and aether manipulation, but it doesn’t get in the way of their working relationship, In fact, Ahlis has considered approaching her for instructions or, at the very least, assistance with such research.

Yda & Papalymo: A dynamic duo if there ever was one, Ahlis was never truly close to either of them, and it wasn’t until Yda’s great reveal after the former’s death that she took a stronger interest in her. Their relationship is sure to deepen once the liberation of Ala Mhigo and Gyr Abania begins in full force.

Urianger: An aloof and strange man, Ahlis never approached Urianger much and left him to his work. He’s a great resource of information and reliable in his assistance...however after the incident with the Warriors of Darkness she is certain she won’t develop anything deeper than a working correspondence. 

Tataru: A very helpful lalafell! Ahlis appreciates all the administrative work Tataru goes through for the sake of the Scions. Her strength of heart during their time in Ishgard left a strong impression on Ahlis as well, further cementing her positive opinion for her. Her taste in fashion sense leaves a lot to be desired though, as Ahlis cannot bring herself to wear the outfit she crafted by hand despite the detail and effort that went into it. Alas!

Alphinaud: Ah, everyone’s punk little brother. Ahlis would be lying if she didn’t find the boy insufferable early on, but in that annoying little sibling sort of way...which inevitably led to her feelings of endearment (Ahlis never had any siblings of course). Alphinaud was a staunch comrade during their time in Ishgard and, like Tataru, deepened her respect for him and his ability to persevere. His growing maturity is something Ahlis is proud of.

Alisaie: Ahlis wishes she had gotten to know Alphinaud’s sister much earlier! She has a fighting spirit and a no-nonsense attitude, things that Ahlis can certainly appreciate. If Alisaie was a bit older the two of them would probably be great friends. Ahlis looks forward to future endeavors with her.

NPCs

Admiral Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn: Ahlis admires the Merlwyb despite her notorious history as a pirate. Her demeanor and staunch position on how to lead the nation of Limsa Lominsa has left quite the impression on Ahlis...however after the events at the banquet in Ul’dah she was unable to stop feelings of bitterness as she watched the Admiral walk away with the other Alliance leader Kan-E-Senna without any offered support.

General Raubahn Aldynn: A fellow Ala Mhigan, Ahlis relates to the Flame General in a number of ways. Like him she managed to make a life for herself that didn’t involve the fall of Ala Mhigo hanging over her head...or so she likes to believe. She also spent years working with the Brass Blades and knew a number of others in the grand company as well; she understands life in Ul’dah is not easy whatsoever and she does not find his position as general enviable.

Elder Seedseer Kan-E-Senna: A respected Alliance leader, Ahlis knows little of the Padjal leader of Gridania aside from observing first-hand her gentle eloquence and wisdom. The same bitterness following the banquet was felt towards the Elder Seedseer but to a much lesser extent compared to that of the Admiral.

Ilberd Feare: Ahlis’s disgust towards this man knows no bounds. He is, and was, an affront to all Ala Mhigans everywhere and his actions are righteously despised. Ahlis still feels a bit of a fool for falling for his ruse in with the entire debacle with the Crystal Braves (although perhaps not as much as Alphinaud surely did).

Haurchefant Greystone: An unexpected friend and ally. Ahlis did not think she would find any companions during her ventures back into central Coerthas but Haurchefant was a welcomed exception. He (almost!) single-handedly encouraged Ahlis to reconsider her past discretions against Ishgardians and Coerthas, so positive was his influence upon her. When he was killed by Ser Zephirin during their mission into the Vault to stop the archbishop Ahlis swore vengeance and would not stop until his murderer was brought to justice.

Personal player note: it’s a damn crime we didn’t get a faceoff with Ser Zephirin in 3.0. It’s all I wanted!

Count Edmont, Ser Artoirel & Emmanellain: House Fortemps is an interesting household to say the least. She still feels slightly indebted to them for their willingness to have herself as well as Alphinaud and Tataru as wards, however their days in Ishgard have fostered a sense of kindred between them...something that was just as unexpected and surprising as her friendship with Haurchefant.

Estinien Wyrmblood: Ahlis would be lying to herself if she didn’t feel some level of intimidation upon seeing the Azure Dragoon for the first time. And while she did not expect to have him come along during her journey with Alphinaud to speak with the heretics in hopes of delaying the assault on Ishgard, she certainly didn’t expect to end up admiring the warrior despite his cold and sometimes callous behavior.

Personal player note: Ruthlessness is a helluva drug!

Ysayle/Lady Iceheart: Every since they saw each other face-to-face, Ahlis knew ‘Lady Iceheart’ was not like any other foe she had faced before. To battle against another person with the Echo somehow felt wrong; she also has her to thank in planting the seeds in seeing many truths concerning the Dragonsong War. Ahlis knows their time together was very short, but she finds herself thinking about Ysayle from time to time, wondering if more could have been done before her untimely demise.

Personal player note: Ysayle deserved better.

Aymeric de Borel: The first impressions Ahlis felt upon meeting Ser Aymeric were not favorable. At the time the sour bitterness from the events in Ul’dah--losing the majority of the Scions, discarded by the Eorzean Alliance leaders, and fleeing death on top of it all--were still quite sharp and Aymeric was just another authority figure of a city-state she cared nothing for. Ahlis followed suit with Alphinaud in all their diplomatic proceedings, trusting in him to do what was best politically for the Scions in their time in Ishgard despite her internal reluctance. There was no real desire to become anything more than acquaintances with the lord commander during the Scions’ stay in Ishgard, although she ultimately came to respect him as both a leader and as a warrior during the events following the fall of the archbishop & the Heavens’ Ward knights. 

Personal player note: I could literally write a whole post about how I feel and how Ahlis feels about Ser Aymeric because I love the character a ton. But for the sake of brevity I’m keeping it as short as I can here. TL;DR if there ever was a slow burn for a friendship this is it.

Whew! I think that is everything, or close to it for the time being for head canons that include Heavensward. Thanks for reading and hopefully that gives a little more insight for my WoL character Ahlis!

Time for STORMBLOOD!

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Devoted - Ch. 16 - The Meeting in the Woods

 Sigyn did not sleep at all that night. She did not trust Gunnar enough to sleep while he was home. She was still shaken from what happened the night before, and couldn't stop thinking about it. She was so close to being violated... But something, or someone, stopped it. Caldur entered with breakfast, and set their table.

       "Is Lord Gunnar still sleeping?"

     "Yes, Caldur. He indulged a bit too much last night at the feast." He smiled an understanding smile.

     "Can I ask you a question? Does he do that very often? Drink too much like that?" Sigyn asked.

     "Sometimes, milady. Do not get me wrong, my master works very hard... But sometimes he can be difficult to handle. Maybe with you here he will calm down a bit."

     Sigyn nodded and her eyes moved back to the fire. She heard the bedroom door click, and Gunnar greeted Caldur.

     "Morning, Caldur. Thank you for breakfast! It looks delightful. Is my beautiful bride awake yet?"

     She shuddered and pulled her knees to her chest as she heard his boot steps coming her way. He sat on the couch behind her, and leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees.

     "Did you have trouble sleeping last night, dear?" He asked her.

     "You could say that."

     "I don't remember much from last night, I have to say. But I do remember how beautiful you looked in that red dress. Come, let us have breakfast together before I leave."

     Had he forgotten everything from last night? He acted like the normal Gunnar this morning. Sigyn stood and joined him at the table. She added some of the sweet cakes to her plate, blushing at the comment she remembered Loki making about them tasting as sweet as her. She added some syrup and strawberries to the top, and poured herself a glass of freshly squeezed juice. She stuffed her mouth full of the decadent sweet cakes, and closed her eyes to savor the taste. Gunnar spoke and brought her back to reality.

     "The tailors will be here this morning to fit you for your wedding dress. I wish I could be around to see that. I guess I will see it tomorrow though, right?" He smiled as he put a berry to his lips.

     "Oh, yes, tomorrow..." She was running out of time. If Loki did not do something, she would actually be marrying Gunnar... Tomorrow! He had to hurry.

     They finished eating, and Gunnar left to attend to his duties. Sigyn bathed, and braided her hair over her shoulder to get it out of her face. She kept seeing that raven from last night in her mind. She knew Loki had something to do with that... His magic was all over it. She laid down on the couch and napped for an hour before Caldur entered with the tailor following him. She was a tall, thin, grey haired woman and she introduced herself as Magda. Her hair was piled on top on her head, and she wore eyeglasses around her neck on a thin ribbon. She was carrying a large box that Sigyn assumed was her dress.

     "Okay my dear, we need to get this dress fitted. I hope you like it, since Gunner was the one who told us what he wanted to see you in. Although you are such a lovely young couple, I'm sure you have the same tastes! Okay, you need to take off your clothes.”

     This lady was leaving a bad taste in Sigyn's mouth already. She stepped out of her nightgown, and covered her chest with her arms. Magda removed the dress from the box, and put it near the floor so Sigyn could step into it, pulling it up and zipping the back. She took Sigyn to the mirror, and what she saw left her speechless. The dress was a beautiful blush color that looked perfect against her pale skin... white with just a hint of soft pink. The bodice had long sleeves, and a deep v-neck that showed a nice bit of cleavage, but not too much. It was covered in an exquisite Asgardian lace of the same color. The bottom of the gown was made from several layers of tulle with bits of lace that matched the top. Sigyn gasped. It truly was a piece of art. If Loki's plans fell through, she might actually have to marry Gunnar. No dress in all the nine realms was beautiful enough to make her want to do that.

     "Okay, it looks like it fits you beautifully. I will alter a couple of things tonight and deliver it to you in the morning." Magda said as Sigyn was stepping out of the dress.

     "Thank you."

     Magda nodded as she turned to leave.

     The next few hours seemed to drag by for her. There was nothing for her to do in Gunnar's chambers. You could tell that he didn't spend much time there, because it didn't seem lived in at all. Basically he just ate and slept there. Sigyn was bored.

     She was stoking the fire when Gunnar walked in the door.

     "Evening, milady."

     "Good evening, Gunnar."

     He pressed his body flush with her back and wrapped his arms around her. "I have missed you today, my love. Imagine, at this time tomorrow we will be man and wife." He smiled as he pressed a kiss against her neck.

     "Yes, you're right." She grimaced. He squeezed her tightly as Caldur entered.

      "I'm sorry sir, madam. I have your dinner."

      "Thank you Caldur!" He beamed.

     Caldur set their table, as Gunnar and Sigyn sat down to eat. In front of them was a whole bird, roasted vegetables, bread, and berries with chocolate for desert. Sigyn was starving, and more than happy to share this meal with him.

     "I had a discussion with The All-Father about our ceremony tomorrow. Since I have no family on Asgard, and you are apparently not speaking to your father, I decided I wanted our wedding to be a private affair. It will only be us, and The All-Father of course. He will perform our ceremony, then we will have a cozy private dinner, and then I will carry you all the way back here where we will spend our first night together in our bed." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

     "Sounds lovely, Gunnar".

    They were halfway through their meal when Caldur entered the room, followed by Odin. Gunnar and Sigyn both stood up and bowed.

    "All-Father! What a surprise! Is everything okay?"

    "Gunnar, one of your soldiers detected a threat in the edge of the north forest. I need you to ride out right now and see if you can find out what is going on."

    "But, All-Father, I am to be wed tomorrow. Is there not someone else who could do it?"

    "No. You are the one I trust the most. You will be back in plenty of time for your wedding. We could not start it without you, anyway, could we? Now please go."

    "Yes, my King. Right away." He looked at Sigyn. "Will you be alright while I am gone?"

    "I will be perfectly fine."

    Gunnar nodded and grabbed his boots and coat and walked out, with Odin following him. That was very strange. She sat down and finished her meal anyway, and took a nice hot bath. She slipped into her nightgown and wrapped up in a blanket before the fire...

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    "Thank you Gunnar, please report to me what you find out there. Come to me when you get back. "

    "Yes, All-Father."

    Gunnar bent down to pull on his boots as Odin turned and walked back to his chambers. Once he was almost there, he ducked into a broom closet. Odin's visage started to glow and flicker green and fade away to reveal a certain dark haired Prince with a wicked grin.

    "Okay, here goes nothing." He ducked his head out into the hall to make sure no one had seen his transformation. Now he had to hurry. He ran to the west side of the palace through a door that opened into a grassy patch outside.

    "Hello Byr. You ready for some fun?" He rubbed his horse behind his ear, and mounted up. He whispered an invisibility spell that shielded him and his horse from being seen, and he rode hard and fast to the north, and into the woods. He tied Byr to a tree that was hidden out of the way and entered the woods on foot. Now, he just had to wait.

    He knew it would not take Gunnar long to get here so he had to be prepared and ready. He heard the whinnying and stomping of a horse, and knew it was not Byr. It had to be Gunnar's horse. He ducked down and watched as he dismounted his tan steed and tied him to a tree. Gunnar drew his sword and began to walk into the forest. Loki waited until he was further in than he was, and walked up behind him.

    “Hello, Gunnar."

    Gunnar swiveled on his feet and faced Loki. "What the Hel is going on, Trickster?"

    "Did you really think I was going to stand idly by and watch a quim like you marry Sigyn?"

    Gunnar laughed. "Oh, is that was this is about? Sigyn wants to marry me. I would treat her better than you would, and you know it."

    Loki nodded sarcastically. "Oh... Yes, I saw the way you were treating her last night. I saw a sweaty, drunk man on top of a woman half his size, forcing himself upon her! She did not want to give herself to you, you disgusting swine... So you thought you would just take it?"

    "You were looking in our window, you perverted fool?"

    "Let's just say a little 'bird' told me what was going on." Loki smiled, and continued. "The thing is, you aren't going to marry her tomorrow, Gunnar. I am."

    Gunnar laughed heartily. "Are you mad? Odin would never allow that."

     "We'll see."

    "So why did you bring me out here Loki? To cry over the fact that I am marrying the woman you desire? Every time you lust after her, you just remember that I am the one taking her to bed at night. Not you."

    "No, I didn't bring you out here to cry, Gunnar. I brought you out here to kill you. It would make my life so much easier, you see?"

    "You think you will kill me? I am the best warrior in Asgard! You are a puny Prince that would rather just diddle around in his chambers all day, doing who knows what... and you want to face me?"

    Gunnar lunged at Loki, and put his sword through the center of his chest. Suddenly, the stabbed Loki flickered away...

    "What is this? You are using magic, you coward? Come and fight me!" He turned around and saw five more Lokis walking toward him. He would never admit he was scared, but this was too spooky. All of the Lokis spoke in unison.

    "I will fight you, just figure out which one is the real me... Come on, you brave warrior!"

    With a flick of Loki's wrists, a group of summoned snakes began to slither toward Gunnar. He laughed as he watched Gunnar whimper at the sight of them. He kicked at them trying to move them away, but they were persistent - biting as his boots, and trying to slither up his legs.

    Gunnar started turning in circles, kicking at the snakes, and brandishing his sword as the five Lokis closed in on him. He began losing his footing, and swinging his sword through the air trying to make contact with the real Loki.

   "You are a demon, trickster. You do not realize what you are doing!"

    The real Loki lunged forward and plunged his dagger straight into Gunnar's heart.

    "I know exactly what I am doing. There is nothing I would not do for the woman I love." Loki answered.

    Gunnar fell into Loki, a trail of blood coming from his mouth, and Loki dropped him limply to the ground. He retrieved his dagger from the corpse and wiped it on a cloth until it shined again. He looked down upon Gunnar, studying his features. Suddenly, Loki's muscles grew, and his skin became darker, his hair lengthened down his back, and a dark beard appeared on his face. His clothing changed from his long green and black leather coat to Gunnar's red tunic and woolen cape. He had taken on the exact visage of the man he killed... He even spoke like him. He whispered a spell over Gunnar's body that would make it almost impossible to find. He walked out and gathered the two horses, mounting Gunnar's tan steed, and leading Byr by his rope. He finally approached the stables and gave the tan horse's reins to the stable boy. He pointed at Byr.

    "I found this horse down by the woods. Do you know it?"

    "Yes Lord Gunnar, that's Prince Loki's horse. I wonder how he got out? Please do not tell him that I am responsible for almost losing his horse!"

    "Don’t worry, boy. I will not."

    Loki entered Gunnar's chambers, and saw Sigyn wrapped in a cream color blanket, asleep on the couch. He walked toward her quietly, and knelt beside her. He watched her sleep for a few minutes, feeling the happiness he has been missing the last few days wash over him. He swept a stray tendril of hair out of her face. He would just have to stay like this, as Gunnar, until after the ceremony tomorrow. He knew Sigyn would be upset, thinking he had abandoned her, but this was the way he had to do it. Once in Gunnar's room, he made a pallet on the floor to sleep on. He would not dare sleep in the bed, after what he saw happen on it.

     He got a little rest that night, but mostly he was worried about keeping his identity hidden. He did not know if his disguise would remain through deep sleep, and he didn't want to chance Sigyn walking in and finding him sleeping on the floor as Loki. He wanted to wait until after the ceremony to reveal himself and tell her what he did, and hope that she did not hate him for it.

    The morning light began to flow through the windows, and find rest on Loki's face. He awoke with a start and jumped up to look at the mirror. He shuddered, as he was still Gunnar. He ran his hand over his face, feeling the weight of his beard, and running a finger over the scar above his left eye. He hoped that by tonight, Sigyn would truly be his, and he could be rid of this dreadful face.

   He heard the male servants voice outside and walked to the door, cracking it to peek out. They must have heard him because when he looked, Sigyn and Caldur were both staring at him. He opened the door and slowly entered the sitting room.

   "Lord Gunnar, your breakfast is ready. I trust you slept well, sir."

    Loki nodded.

   "Lady Sigyn, your wedding dress should be delivered shortly."

   "Thank you Caldur." She felt like she was getting ready for her own funeral instead of her wedding.

    She was sitting down to eat, and Loki noticed the tiny red nightgown Gunnar had given her to wear. It barely covered anything at all. He could see the swells of her breasts, and the tops of her thighs... The gown, her rosy cheeks, and her tousled curly hair meant Loki was having a hard time concentrating. His breeches were growing uncomfortably tight as he stood there and stared at her. He was also growing angry and jealous that Gunnar had been seeing her like this the past few days. No wonder he was becoming so crazy about her. Sigyn noticed him staring, and interrupted his train of thought.

    "Are you not going to eat any breakfast?" She was piling eggs and fruit on her plate.

    "Oh... Um... No, I think I should go start my day. I will see you a little later." Loki grabbed an apple from the table, and walked through the door. He didn't want to get too close to Sigyn because he did not know how well his disguise would hold. He was nervous, and they were almost there... Why chance it now? Besides, he had a few details that he still needed to work out. Gunnar got to pick out her dress, but he was going to pick everything else out this morning.

    Caldur and Sigyn just looked at each other. "That was strange." She said. He shrugged.

     She finished her breakfast and bathed, washing her hair and spending time to get extra clean, since today was her wedding day. She soaked in the floral scented bath oils, until there came a knock on Gunnar's door.

    "Lady Sigyn, there is someone here to help you get ready for the ceremony." She rolled her eyes. "I will be out in a moment!"

    She stepped out of the water, and dried herself. She wrapped a towel around her body, and figuring she was just delaying the inevitable, opened the door to the bathroom. She was really not expecting to see Asta seated on the couch waiting on her.

   "Sigyn!" Asta bounded off the couch and wrapped her arms around her.

   "Asta, what are you doing here? This is a surprise!"

   "Well, I was going to be working in the kitchen today, but Gunnar came to me and asked if I could come help you instead."

   "That is strange... How would he know to ask you?"

   "I dunno, Sigyn. Maybe he saw me going to your room the other day with all those boxes... And thought I could help you today!"

   "Hmmm..." Sigyn knew that was not the case. The only person that knew she and Asta had become friends was Loki. She was beginning to get frustrated because she didn't know what was going on.

   "There's a bunch of boxes in the hall, I will get Caldur to help me carry them in." Asta stood and walked to the door.

   "No, it's okay. I will help you! No need to bother Caldur with something I can do."

   Asta was right. There were a lot of boxes in the hall, all different colors, all different sizes. They finally got them in and decided to open them.

   Sigyn removed the lid from the first box, and inside were a pair of magnificent golden heels. They were covered in such intricate golden scrollwork that she imagined could only come from the dwarves.

   "Asta, would you mind opening that big box? That is my dress, and we probably need to get it hung up pretty quickly." Asta nodded and took the lid off the box. She grabbed the hanger and gasped as she pulled the dress out.

   "Oh my... I've never seen anything like it! That lace is incredible." Sigyn gave Asta a partial smile, as she opened a tiny black box. A man's shiny golden band glimmered up at her. She ran her finger over the smooth gold and imagined having to slide that wedding band on Gunnar's finger. She couldn't take it anymore. She pushed the box to the side, placed her face in her hands, and began to sob. Asta wrapped her arms around her.

   "Oh, Sigyn... Don't cry. I know this isn't what you wanted. I could tell you loved the Prince. You've just gotta make the best out of this. You never know, it might be good!"

   "Yes... Maybe." She hugged Asta back, thankful to have a friend at that moment. Loki still had a few hours to get her out of this... After all, he promised and she believed him.

   "Well, let's see what else we've got here..." Asta opened another box and inside was a stunning crown made of flowers. "Oh, Sigyn look at this!"

   She walked over and peeked into the box. She would know these flowers anywhere, they came from her garden. She carefully pulled the crown out of the box, and she put it to her nose. She inhaled deeply, and the smell immediately gave her a rush of happiness and good memories. The crown was composed of large bright pink roses, mixed with white peonies, and rich deep purple dahlias, which were the Queen's favorite, all woven together with lush, deep green ivy. It was lovely, and it was perfect for her. She put a damp cloth in the bottom of the box to keep the crown fresh, and placed it back into the box.

   Asta pulled out a flatter box and shook it. "I know what that sound means, I'm not looking in there!" She slid the box across the table to Sigyn. She lifted the lid off of the box and tore open the tissue paper that housed it's contents. Out of the box, she retrieved a sexy lace corset, with a separate garter belt. It had a deep v-neck and was a beautiful ivory color with scrollwork up the sides and on the cups. There were also panties and silk stockings to match. It was exactly what she pictured herself wearing on her wedding day.

   Asta applied Sigyn's makeup lightly and flawlessly. "I guess I should start getting dressed?" She asked. Asta nodded, as Sigyn picked up her corset and dropped her towel. She wiggled into it, with Asta's help, and pulled her matching panties on. She rolled her silk stockings up, and clipped the tops to her garter belt.

   "He is going to drool like a dog when he sees you in this."

   Sigyn smiled. "Thanks Asta."

    They very slowly slid her dress on over her head, being very careful not to rip the delicate lace. Sigyn smoothed it over her hips and looked in the mirror. Everything looked perfect, except for the worried look on her face. She stepped into her shoes, and Asta placed the flowered crown atop Sigyn's head of curls. Sigyn put the Queen's golden studs in her ears. At least a part of Frigga would be with her that day. She put Gunnar's wedding band on her thumb to hold until she slipped it on his finger.

   “Well, there’s one last tiny box. You should open it.”Asta handed the small blue box to Sigyn. She pulled the top off the box, and inside laid a tiny golden feather on a long gold chain. She reached in and picked it up with a confused look on her face.

   “Huh. That’s different. Normally, a feather symbolizes freedom. Kind of a weird thing to wear on your wedding day.” Asta added. “Oh! Maybe it’s because he’s a Nighthawk.” She shrugged.

   “Hmm. Will you put it on me?” Asta clasped the necklace behind Sigyn’s neck. It was beautiful, and came to the perfect spot right between her breasts... over her heart.

   "You look gorgeous!" The girls were looking at each other when the door clicked and Loki walked in. He stopped dead in his tracks and just stared at her. She was perfect.

   "Hi, Gunnar." She looked up at him through her eyelashes. "What do you think?" Sigyn asked.

   "I think you are the most stunning and perfect thing I have ever seen... I cannot wait to marry you." He grinned down at her. "Let me go change, and we will be on our way to the Throne Room." He walked past her and closed the bedroom door behind him.

     Asta hugged Sigyn tightly. "Well, I guess it's time for me to go. Good luck and congratulations! Have fun tonight." She wiggled her eyebrows.

   "Thank you for everything Asta, I don't know what I would do without you." Asta shrugged and skipped towards the door, making Sigyn giggle.

   "I am ready, love. Let us go be wed!" Gunnar grabbed Sigyn's hand and practically dragged her all the way to the Throne Room. Gunnar was in his formal armor, complete with helmet, and a beaming smile... But underneath, Loki was terrified. He wanted this to work...

   No, it had to work. He was trying not to let Sigyn feel him trembling as they quickly made their way to the Throne Room.

[lalka-laski]

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