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savemefromanepicoftimewasted · 2 years ago

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Secret Lovers

Simon "Ghost" Riley X F!Reader

Simon wasn’t someone who very willingly opened up to anyone, his teammates were no exception either, save for Price. It was always better to keep things quiet and let people assume what they pleased instead of trying to answer their questions. Better to remain mysterious than show your cards to the wrong person. a/n:this was originally started because of a snippet @thebeesatemyknees had written, thank you so much for letting me turn this into a full fic! I hope I was able to do it proper justice warnings:none, just tons of fluff Part 2

Simon wasn’t someone who very willingly opened up to anyone, his teammates were no exception either, save for Price. It was always better to keep things quiet and let people assume what they pleased instead of trying to answer their questions. Better to remain mysterious than show your cards to the wrong person. Johnny had badgered him from day one if he had a partner, going on and on about how much he loved his girlfriend. SImon wasn’t going to tell him anything, no matter what he’d keep his lips sealed.

Kyle was the next one to ask, though it was more in passing rather than a true and genuine question when he cornered the older man. They had been discussing mission details when the topic arose, did he have a next of kin? And if so, who would be the one to inform them if Ghost were to be KIA’d? He never asked Simon after that day, instead going on to different topics whether they had to do with the mission or what they wanted to eat. Kyle treated him like a friend, it was nice.

And John, well he knew all about Simon’s personal and very private life.

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You were a new addition to the team, a medic that could stitch up a wound within a minute and get you back on the field within five. They were thankful to have you come around with them, helping stitch up a wound on Johnny’s arm, or cleaning up a gash on Kyle’s head. The only person who seemed to be a little wary around you was Simon, which both Johnny and Kyle felt odd. You fit in their group like the puzzle piece that was missing, and yet Simon acted as if he wanted nothing to do with you. Surely he’d warm up to you a little more, they were all sure of it.

“Thank you all for meeting me on such short notice. We’ve got word that an arms dealer is hosting a gala and we need to get more intel before we can swoop in.” Kate was a woman who took no shit and left no prisoners, she wasn’t going to risk this.

“Who do we want to send?” John was nervous, his men were trained for this, but putting them into a situation where they’d have to become someone else entirely? Nerve wracking.

“I was discussing it with Shepherd last night, and we’ve decided that Simon and Y/N will be going on this mission while the rest of you stake out the building.” All eyes suddenly shifted to Simon who looked calm as ever.

He’d forgone the mask for this mission briefing, knowing that only his teammates and Kate would be in the room with him. Knowing that you were going to be there made things a little more tense, could he handle something that dire?

“If you think that’s what’s best, I fully support the decision.” John wasn’t going to argue, Simon could be suave and charm the pants off of anyone if needed.

“Thank you, we’ll be heading out tomorrow and meeting up at the hotel. Promise me you’ll behave so no one suspects you, please.” Kate knew how much of a troublemaker that Johnny and Kyle could be, given the opportunity of course.

“I’ll make sure of it myself if need be, don’t you worry.” John smiled up at her, leaving Kate to wonder how much trouble there would be.

They would need to debrief you on the plane ride over, given that you weren’t even in the room with everyone. Having something like that just dumped on you with no time to prepare was the worst, how could they manage? Simon would just have John give you the rundown so he could worry about more important things, like how he’d have to act like the two of you were so desperately in love.

You would have an entire day to get comfortable in the hotel room, there would be a few people lingering so you’d get used to being stared at. Simon knew they’d mainly be staring at you, you were downright gorgeous. And with the clothes that had been picked out? A deep navy blue tux, with a pitch black button up and black silk tie. It perfectly matched the dress they’d picked out for you, a deep V down the front that left just enough to the imagination. The color matched his tux almost identically, the only difference was your dress was silk.

“They’ve packed everything for you to do your own hair and makeup, we don’t want you to stand out too much, better to blend in.” It was the smartest idea, if you or Simon were to attract too much attention things would end badly.

“Yeah, Kate told me as much as she could, I made sure to pack my best heels.” You were nervous, it’d been so long since you’d been able to go out to something fancy.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” John knew you were smart and quick witted, but something about this mission unnerved him.

“I’m positive, Simon and I will get the intel and get out before anyone even notices we’re missing.” You were confident everything would go smoothly, Simon could be silent if needed.

John nodded at you, settling back into his seat as the plan began to descend down onto the tarmac below. Simon was staring at you from across the way, palms sweating slightly as the time drew closer to getting inside the hotel. Johnny was going to see how nervous he was and make comments, he was sure of it. The sound of tires squealing brought everyone’s attention to high alert. It was time to grab your things and head to the cars, you were driving over with Simon, leaving the other three to their own car.

It was mainly to not raise any suspicion, if you were seen driving with any man that wasn’t your husband word would spread before you managed to make it to the party. You were absentmindedly playing with your ring, twirling the obnoxiously large diamond with your other fingers. It was a habit you picked up whenever you tended to wear jewelry, though it was much better than picking at your cuticles.

“You feeling alright hun?” Simon glanced over at you, though his own nerves were shot, he wanted you to feel comfortable.

“A little nervous, but that’s to be expected considering the circumstances.” You kept twirling the ring, glancing between Simon and the road ahead of you.

Simon took a quick breath and grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together without skipping a beat or taking his eyes off the road. You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face, you had been waiting to see how long it took before he finally felt comfortable around you. You’d need to practice around everyone else if you were going to look natural around a bunch of strangers. Everything was going to be just fine, you were sure of it.

John had set up everything in the hotel room, along with hanging up your dress and Simon’s tux to help steam out any wrinkles if needed. So far there was nothing to worry about, save for Soap acting like a little shit and pranking Simon and Kyle for the most part. You’d all settled in, changing into comfortable clothes and ordering food so that you wouldn’t have to leave. Simon was cleaning up the kitchen so he could sit down and enjoy dinner with you.

“Do you need any help?” You walked over to him, pressing your hand against his lower back.

“Nah, just need to finish cleaning this plate and we can eat.” Simon smiled at you, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Whatever you say.” You patted his back gently, heading over to the small kitchen table.

Johnny raised a brow at how you and Simon seemed to naturally work with one another, he didn’t want to raise any suspicion. Kyle on the other hand was ignoring him entirely, digging into his own meal and scrolling through his phone. Simon had finally finished, grabbing his plate of food and heading over to sit with you. He could faintly hear that you were both discussing the mission and going over your alias’ one last time.

“Simon, you need to wear your ring.” You’d gotten on his case the entire day, he kept taking it off complaining that it felt weird to wear it.

“I’ll wear it during the mission tomorrow.” Simon brough the fork to his mouth, focusing on his plate rather than your raised brow.

“You say that now, but when we end up leaving you’re going to forget it and then we’re going to have to drive all the way back because you won’t wear your ring.” You had put yours on right away, mainly because you were forgetful and didn’t want to end up forgetting it.

“Are you really going to make me wear the ring all night?” Simon’s expression would normally terrify a recruit, but you’d gotten used to it.

“If I want to make sure you have your ring on? Yes, I’m going to make you wear your ring until we get back on that plane and go back home.” You’d glue it on if need be, but Simon knew better than to disobey orders.

John chuckled to himself watching the two of you, it was a dynamic he hadn’t seen in quite a while and it was pretty funny to witness. Johnny on the other hand was now even more flabbergasted at the way you worked together. Why did you seem so comfortable arguing with a man who’d killed for less? This was something sinister and it unnerved him to no end, he’d get to the bottom of this.

You’d offered to clean up everyone’s dinner dishes, carefully cleaning any knives before laying them on a towel to be dried by Simon. He walked over to where you were, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull your bodies flush together. Johnny’s jaw dropped open as he slapped Kyle’s arm to get his attention. The playful bickering was one thing, but watching Simon the Ghost Riley be so affectionate?

“Damn, he’s a good actor.” Kyle watched the way you and Simon began to sway gently, giggling at something he’d whispered into your ear.

“Scarily good, didn’t think he had it in ‘em.” Johnny shook his head, turning back towards the computer in front of him.

It wasn’t until the sound of someone kissing caught their attention once more. Simon had dipped you, lips pressed against yours as his arms wrapped around your waist. Johnny’s jaw dropped wide open, well if you weren’t together already that was surely going to change. You pressed your hands against Simon’s chest, laughing happily as you stared up at him.

“Cap, do ya think Lt and the medic are gonna get together after all this?” Johnny had high hopes, no one gets kissed the way Simon kissed you and simply part ways.

“What’re you talking about?” John barely lifted his gaze from the screen, typing up the pre mission notes to help catch up on them before.

“Simon’s practically tonguing the medic! He’s gonna woo her.” He waggled his brows at the older man, cackling when John rolled his eyes.

“Oh, yeah that’s not gonna happen.” John’s attention focused back on the task at hand.

Johnny’s laughing abruptly halted, what the hell had he meant that Simon wasn’t going to woo the medic, it was obvious! Clearly John had no idea what he was talking about, Johnny could see the little twinkle in your eye from across the room.

“Gaz, am I wrong or do ye think Ghost and medic are gonna end up together?” He was determined to get someone to agree with him.

“Oh, if they don’t I’m asking for her number for him.” Kyle may have had a slight crush on you, not that he’d ever admit it.

John sat upright in his chair, focusing on Johnny and Kyle who thought they were being more subtle than they actually were.

“Have you ever looked at their name tag by chance?” John wanted to see if the other two would finally catch on.

Both Johnny and Kyle shook their heads, neither of them had a reason to over analyze your name tag when they had injuries to be taken care of. He sighed softly to himself before glancing over to you and Simon. You were laughing at some bad joke Simon had whispered to you, a bright smile on his face.

“Her last name is Riley.” John watched as realization dawned on their faces.

You’d been married this entire time and no one, besides Price, was none the wiser. How the hell had you managed to keep it hidden from everyone? Then again Simon wasn’t the most overly friendly or affectionate when it came to anyone. You were his wife though, that was different! Surely you could bring out a different side of him, something that no one usually got to…of course.

“Would’ve been nice to know at least.” Johnny shrugged off his disappointment, this was a big thing to keep hidden away.

“It wasn’t my place to tell, just remember that.” John wanted to respect your privacy, it was the least he could do considering your line of work.

Johnny and Kyle understood why Price hadn’t admitted to questions about your relationship, but knowing the truth? It felt good. They watched the way you and Simon danced to the music playing from your phone. Simon’s arms were wrapped around your waist, pressing kisses all over your face as you tried to squirm away. It was a side of their teammate they’d never thought to see, and no one outside of this hotel room would ever get to see it.

At least, not until after the mission of course.

tagging: @gaylemonshark

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felassan · 9 months ago

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Snippets. 🐺💜 DA:TV spoilers under cut.

Kala has heard rumors that there may be merch pins coming of Assan and Manfred [source]

(Previous comment for context - Dev Brenon: "You can sprint, there is also a dash/dodge move you can do for short range mobility - though I don't tend to use that much when exploring.") A user asked on this, "Will it be a push-to-sprint key, a sprint toggle, or other (to be explained later)?". Brenon replied with some more detail on this feature: "Right now it's a pseudo-toggle, you press it once (while moving) to start sprinting and then as long as you keep moving you keep sprinting. If you let got of the movement controls, you stop sprinting." [source: the official BioWare Discord]

User: "if a choice i made 30 hours ago affects me.. best believe im restarting the whole game". Brenon: "Uh oh''. User: "UH OH???". Brenon: "I mean... we do have "decision saves" before big choice moments, but there are still a bunch that depend on a whole mess of stuff you've done earlier... so... yeah... RIP :P" [source: the official BioWare Discord]

They hope to get a bunch more BioWare-themed emojis for the Discord [source: the official BioWare Discord]

Trick Weekes has been signing DA:TV stuff with "with love and appreciation for your patience" [source]

Carly: "theres so much id love to say, but i unfortunately can't , that being said, i hear y'all and love working on a game for such passionate people and hope y'all enjoy when it does come out 💕" [source]

Actor signing attendees report that it was amazing and that we're in good hands with this acting cast. You can see more photos from it here [source].

Dev signing attendees report that it was packed. You can see another photo from it here [source]. and here is a photo of the sign from it [source]

Another photo of the booth [source]. Sometimes at the booth the devs had a Solas statue [source] (this is done by Dark Horse). I think Dark were also displaying somewhere a Varric and a Cassandra statue too, and I think these were the ones that Dark Horse do too (Varric, Cass), but I can't find the image or video where I originally saw this anymore, sorry >.<

The companion tarot-style art from the website was shown on the big screen at the acting panel [source]

A few more details from the actor panel, from an attendee: John Epler said that this is the best group of companions written because of their relationships with each other, not just Rook. They can become friends, lovers, rivals with each other. Zach thought that Lucanis was the coolest character he gets to play. It sounds like he mentioned Illario [I'm assuming] by name. Lucanis is quick-witted. Neve is a bit of a romantic. Jessica found voice acting freeing as it felt like playing pretend when she was little. In her role, she felt like she could embrace being very powerful. Neve is passionate. On Emmrich, "wisdom, calm to group, warm-hearted, loves learning". Emmrich has some fantastic lines. Along with working with Varric to track down Solas, Harding has also been working with Rook and Neve. Ali talked a lot about how much collaboration there is between BioWare, the actors and the material they're given to work with. Harding has been through some things and has more of an edge to her, but they can't talk about it! [source]

A few more details from the actor panel, from an attendee - Jessica Clark: "A lot of the time, we kind've really all bonded in the way that we were intended to, you know? And that's why we've been so excited all week and all weekend, because we can be like 'oh my god you're here', 'oh my god you're here, you're here, you're here', finally, you know? You know, I know on a lot of projects people are like 'oh yeah, we're all like, we love each other', but we really do, we really really do, and it just evolved so organically, and there was something magical about it just being our voices in the beginning, you know, like, sort've taking anything else out of the [equation.]" [source]

A few more details from the actor panel, from an attendee - Nick Boraine: "I think I've been preparing for Emmrich all my life. I was very attracted to the role initially, and I was so, I was so, I was overjoyed when I got it, because I think it was, the writing of Emmrich is really fascinating, it's this, this man that is obsessed with death, on one hand, but on death as a comfort, death as a transition, death as something that is not scary, and that, that ability to enable people to transition and the investment that he gives in that sphere, which we don't give in our own lives. I was immediately attracted to that and I thought that that was, I'd never seen that before, so to go in these two ways, to talk about death and to talk about it in a way that is kind, and that the transition becomes a kind transition, that was fascinating to me, and I think, will be fascinating to you too." [source]

A few more details from the actor panel, from an attendee - Zach Mendez: "[before they started shooting] I did kinda get an idea about how passionate the fanbase was, which made me really excited. I don't wanna say nervous, because I don't say I'm nervous, I say I'm excited. And so, before the first day of shoot, I was very excited. And luckily, you know, Ashley and them, didn't have me do too much on the first day. I played a lot of darkspawn. I darkspawn-ed my ass off, though. I want you guys to know, I really. And when I got home, I thought to myself, 'Zach, did you darkspawn hard enough?' I was just worried. You know, and within an hour I got texts from Jeff, who's a part of this cast as well, and G, telling me what a great job I did, and then I'll never forget, I got a call from Ali Hillis down here, and I'll remember that conversation, because for thirty minutes she made me feel like I was welcome in the Dragon Age family, and it gave me so much confidence moving forwards. So thank you, Ali, so much, I still remember that." [source]

[Character limit text break!]

Varric and Manfred: "not romanceable" [source] ?

Neve mostly eats deep-fried fish [source], it makes up the bulk of her diet [source]

Bellara loves pan-fried fish [source]

John on SDCC: "thank you to everyone who came out to the signing. thank you to everyone who came out to the panel. thank you to everyone who said hi, swung by the booth, or otherwise expressed how excited you were about the game. absolutely amazing experience. was wonderful to see you all" [source]

There's a lot of lovely concept art for DA:TV [source]

Trick Weekes: "One of the things I was proudest of was inviting leads from other teams/departments into writing peer reviews and having them later say, "Wow, those critiques went deep, but everyone stayed professional and compassionate the whole time." My junior-most writer knew she could tell me I was wrong." [source]

Violet: "As we get closer to DATV, I just want to send out a reminder Var lath vir suledin 😭" [source]

Derek on the casting department: "They really did an incredible job! Every single one of these folks deliver such amazing performances." [source]

Derek: "a lot of great talent doing awesome stuff from KY nowadays. I count myself extremely lucky that I can work on such an amazing project with such a wonderful team straight from my home state!" [source]

Michael Gamble: "i know a few people on the DA team, and i want them to have a nice time." [source]

User, on the recent word count news: "Sooooo , when will I (we) get to hear all these words". Michael: "hopefully when the game is out." [source]

User, on the news of no microtransactions: "This is great news that I hope survives past the review period". Michael: "it will" [source]

User: "What class have you been playing as in DAV mostly?" Michael: "mage. i light everything up. everything." [source]

DAMP / multiplayer mode is not returning [source]

Ghil: "Im very sorry for the teasing tweet but to be very real, i really miss playing veilguard and to stop THERE and have to wait over a year is killing me tbh. Im bothered. My crops are dying. I am withering. I want to know what happens" [source]

A user asked a question around if there are dialogue options and choices available in the game that indicate a mixed or less favorable positive perspective on Solas. Bria, a Councilmember, shared: "As an Egg Cracker, I was pretty satisfied with what we saw. I don’t want to go into spoilers but I was able to play my Rook the way I wanted when it came to the Sad Egg Man." [source]

User: "would you be able to tell us if you can change your perspective while in a fight? Those circles we saw on the video were kind of hard to see from that angle". Ghil: "Like a bit- no promises but they told us a lot of stuff like that would be in an accessibility feature. I get pretty motion sick so I remember talking about backing it up a bit." [source]

Kala: "The amount of gasping, screaming, @/ElbenherzArt having to lay on the floor, @/hattedhedgehog and @/chaosbria having to stand up from excitement and us just being in shock the whole time. Yeah 🔟 😎" [source]

Kala shared that there are moments in the game that she knows people will freak out about [source], that in terms of marketing, she knows that the devs have more things planned [source], and that she found Bellara endearing, despite not usually vibing with optimistic and energetic characters [source]

Kala shared that she feels that the Lighthouse is way cooler than Skyhold [source]

Also, in early May 2024 Zach appeared on a podcast:

Zach: "I'm very excited because it looks like at the end of this year, the video game that I've been working on for about three or so years is gonna come out, and I'm really excited for that. I'm gonna come back on and I'm gonna promote that, you guys, you will have no choice, I'm coming back on." Host: "Does the video game feature dicks?" Zach: "I can't say too much about it, but it, it doesn't ignore dicks, you know what I mean? It doesn't, you know what, there might be, yeah, there's, it's a sexy video game, it's a hot video game." Host: "So are you a character?" Zach: "I'm a character in the video game." --- Zach: "I'm gonna come back on to promote the hell out of that, because I'm really excited about that. I'm still working on that, and that's been, like, I'm super grateful for that, because that's been going on for like three years and it's been consistent work." --- Zach: "I'm super excited about it [...]" "Other people help you make really amazing things, when humans get together they make pretty stuff, and this game looks amazing"

[source (acting career segment. source link isn't work-appropriate. I don't recommend the podcast)]

#dragon age: the veilguard #dragon age the veilguard spoilers #dragon age: dreadwolf #dragon age 4 #the dread wolf rises #da4 #dragon age #bioware #video games #solas #long post #longpost #cassandra pentaghast #my lady paaldin

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muffinsin · 5 months ago

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I just had a thought, how would the Dimitrescu sisters react to being pulled by the choker during fun time 🤭

Haha this is a fun one!👀 Some HCs and a snippet coming your way!👀 slowly tryina work through my writer’s block and write on anything else but my story haha

Let’s get into it🙌

Masterlists

Bela

In all her time, she’s just rarely been in a situation where she was even remotely manhandled in bed

No hair pulling, no pulling her, no pushing, not even as guiding touches

Now, to be fair, she isn’t the most sexual person outside of a relationship anyway, though, being far too busy with her work

You can’t help but think of it, though

She wears her collar, always, and often even adorns it with a second necklace

You find yourself wondering about moving her by it, occasionally

Hooking your finger underneath it, tugging it forwards

You wonder, would she follow?

Would her beautiful, golden eyes go wide?

Would she gasp in surprise?

Would she snarl, protecting this particular choker fiercely?

Would she do nothing at all?

Be entirely unfazed by it?

Still, you’re curious

And when you kiss her and cup the back of her head or neck, and when you guide her along with you…

You can’t help but wonder about moving your fingers to her choker, instead

Then, one day, you decide to dare try it

You moan as you feel her lips move against yours, so full, so soft, so perfect. Her body’s by yours, though not as flush against you as you’d like it to be. You find, this is the perfect opportunity to have some fun.

She merely hums as she feels your hand slide up her body, from her slim hips past her breasts, at first. The faint touch has her shiver, her back arching just slightly, as though it’s her very body wanting to get closer to yours.

Then, you reach her shoulders, feminine and soft, but strong in their own way. You trace them for a moment, then gently raise your hands to her neck.

She only keeps on moaning, humming, the sound a soft vibration against your lips.

You decide, now’s as good a time as any.

“Ha-Ah!”, she squeaks when you suddenly tug her forwards by her collar, a single finger hooked under, enough to move her in this state. Your eyes are wide, just as hers are, and you can’t help but giggle when you see the fierce blush that so quickly overtakes her normally so pale cheeks. She’s a little closer to you now and- it seems- rendered completely speechless.

Her lips part multiple times, but no words seem to form. When you tug at her choker again, pulling her completely flush against you, you hear it at last; a breathy, loud moan that comes with even more shade to her already warm cheeks.

You raise your eyebrow, but cut her off with your lips just when she’s about to speak, likely hoping to come up with some excuse.

You notice another thing, though; her cute, short breaths against your lips, her little moans and gasps. Her eyes are closed again, but her body language has changed.

You confirm this so very easily when you push your tongue in her mouth, drawing more moans from her. Unlike before, her tongue now no longer battles for dominance, but slides against yours eagerly, whereas she parts her lips a little more, too.

You hum, curious; it seems, tugging her by her choker is enough to coax your headstrong, beautiful girlfriend in a more submissive state.

You can work with that…

Cassandra

It’s no surprise that Cassandra has never been touched overly much

As a predator in just about every way, none would dare get too close

And even you, her trusting and loving partner, know for a fact it isn't the best idea to reach towards her choker

Or more specifically, her throat

A sensitive, vulnerable part of her body. One any predator, including her, would see to protecting

And still, you can't help but fantasise at times

Wondering what her reaction would be if you just looped a finger or two by her choker, if you gave it a bit of a tug

The most you've tugged her is when you guided her by her hips, so far

But her choker...you can't help but admire how it clings to her smooth, sensitive throat

You can't rid yourself of the dirty fantasies, of tugging her by it while she's on her hands and knees, crawling to you

Both of you...naked...on the bed

You squirm whenever you think of it for a little too long

You know, it's foolish to think of this, too

That she does not take kindly to you even touching her throat for too long, having to actively go against her instinct to shrug you away

Even as she squirms and moans so breathily and beautifully when you suck at her throat...

And still, you cannot stop giving into the thought over and over again, when you lay in bed below her, your arms wrapped around her, your eyes finding the choker easily. She always wears it, after all

You decide, you must try it

Of course, you are no fool. Despite how you want your actions today to be a surprise, you did warn her and ask for her permission to move your hands to her throat. You know, doing so out of nowhere with no warning would likely cause her to swarm away automatically in the best case, or swipe at your hands with sharp, claw-like nails in a worse scenario.

You hum as you watch her undress, her body, smooth and strong and pale, slowly revealed to you. Her dark hair, so beautiful as it falls from her shoulders and to her upper arms.

You lick your lips at the sight, feel a familiar light sensation at your stomach. She's beautiful, seducing. You're happy to be seduced.

Then, your eyes find the choker again. You've never quite approached topics that have her be in extreme submissive situations, never even mentioned a possibility in which she might wear things like chokers and collars and leashes, another way for you to tug her to you.

You can certainly make do with the choker, if only to sate your curiosity regarding her reaction. You're sure, it varies depending on her mood, and wonder whether she feels dominant, or more submissive today, which is rather rare.

Licking your lips, you move closer towards her, your hand raising to her cheek first. She doesn't flinch from your touch as she used to in the beginning, so adorably unused to human touch, and leans into it almost greedily.

You hiss when she parts her lips and her sharp, fang-like tooth slices against your hand, but find yourself moaning soon when her lips wrap over the cut, her tongue dragging against it, eager for blood.

She usually tastes you at least once, her eyes wide, the dark gold a beautiful sight. You know, only you get to see her like this, and it is only you who gets to touch her, too.

Only you, who she trusts.

And it is this touch that has her stay still even when your free hand moves towards her neck. Of course, she's aware of it, even as she acts like she doesn't notice the movement.

Ah, but you see it.

You see how her dark golden eyes flicker towards your hand for a moment, feel and watch her tense up momentarily, then relax, as though urging her to ignore her natural instinct to keep areas like her throat, back and stomach safe.

She knows, you won't hurt her.

And as such, even when your finger hooks under her choker necklace, she does not move, trusts you to be careful.

And you are, even as you tug her forwards.

And momentarily, you feel your own cheeks heating up when the cutest squeak comes from her.

In all your time with her you've rarely been able to really surprise her, if ever. This certainly did, and the squeak it earned you is enough to make you laugh loudly, giggling to yourself while she grumbles, her flies buzzing in irritation as she finds herself flush against you.

Alas, her frustration does not last, not when you tug her close again, her lips and nose brushing right against your throat, now.

An invitation.

Daniela

Unlike her sisters, Daniela is no stranger to being collared, nor leashed occasionally

She’s experimental, really

And you found; on certain days, she quite enjoys it, even

She’ll be content, humming and moaning below you, her lips lazily moving against yours, the collar snug around her throat

And still, none of the collars she wears are quite like her choker necklace

She wears it always, save for the times she has a proper collar on

And you can’t help but wonder what her reaction would be to be tugged by that

Daniela is, generally speaking, very open to being challenged

She’s playful, and trusting

Perhaps a little too trusting, seeing as there is far, far too many maidens at the castle and hunters outside with malicious intent, willing to harm or even kill her

Even between the two of you, she’s trusting

She’s open to trying new things

And she’s especially eager to try new things in bed

As such, you’re not discouraged, per say, to indulge in your curiosity…

Daniela’s cooing and giggling below you, her hands greedily sliding from your hips to your back, warm beneath your shirt. Her own dress is tight, tight enough that it clings to her figure perfectly. And still, you practically smell her arousal, and see it in the flicker in her beautiful, golden eyes.

She hums as she leans up to kiss you, her body soft against the sheets, her dress halfway tugged off, leaving her chest and thighs exposed while it pools by her hips. She didn’t have time to take it off, and you didn’t want to take the time, far too eager to have your hands on your sweet, seductive girlfriend at last after the day you’ve had.

You know; it isn’t her fault she catches so many maidens’ eyes. She is, despite also being the source of some of their fear, stunningly beautiful, naturally flirty, and quite seductive even without trying to be.

Fortunately, she also doesn’t mind when this causes times like now, when you’re a little rougher, holding her a little tighter, like a dragon clutching their treasure to them.

She merely moans below you, melting in your arms, basking in the warmth of your attention and affections.

You’re sucking at her soft jawline and throat when your chin brushes against the choker necklace and just briefly you remember what you’ve been yearning to do for a little time already now.

Daniela only hums when your hand snakes away from hers, even whines a little at the loss of your warm fingers, but stays otherwise quiet.

Her eyes are closed, even when your hand gently caressed her neck, full of love marks already.

She wouldn’t have it any other way, even pouts when they heal far, far too fast and demands you place new ones.

As you lean down to kiss her again, she eagerly parts her lips for you, moaning and giggling in delight occasionally. When you hook a finger under her choker, she doesn’t react, though when you tug it forwards, pulling her a little off the mattress and closer to you, she does squeak in surprise.

“Hey! Stop that!”, she complains, but there’s hardly any heat behind her words.

You giggle when she swats away your hand, then, soon, find yourself humming against her lips, and other body parts.

#cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #they good so long as you don’t grab em by the base of their hoods

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holylulusworld · 5 months ago

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Lumberjack Tales - The Hairy Bear (Snippet)

Summary: Amends. Amends.

Pairing: Lumberjack!Ari Levinson x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, unplanned pregnancy, remorse, we love Bear

This story is part of my Lumberjack Tales masterlist

Catch up here: Lumberjack Tales - The Hairy Bear (3)

A/N: A short snippet to this series.

Bear whines loudly. The huge dog seems to feel your distress and goes into protective mode. Before you can stop him, the Estrela Mountain Dog sits down next to you and leans his head against your belly.

“Pregnant?” Ari doesn’t know how to react to the news at first. He’s relieved that you’re not sick—but is this the right time to have a baby? “You’re having my baby?”

He shoves his dog aside and kneels in front of you, mimicking his dog. Ari nuzzles your belly and starts talking about the new life growing inside of you.

“What do you want here? Not so long ago, you wanted me to leave your home. I don’t understand you anymore.” You push against his shoulders, trying to get him off you. “Ari!”

“Y/N, I know there’s no excuse for yelling at you, but I didn’t mean it that way. My ex called me, demanding more money. I got so mad and tried to hide my feelings from you. I am sorry for letting my anger get the best out of me.”

“You yelled at me for no reason. Ari,” you sniffle. “You gave me the feeling that I overstayed my welcome. You always told me you wanted me to stay forever, only to push me away. It wasn’t my fault that someone messed with you.”

“I know, my sweet tramp,” he murmurs against you. “I know. I told you I’m a big grump and not used to having people around.” Ari sighs deeply. “You don’t have to say it, Y/N. It’s all my fault.”

“Damn right,” you huff, still hurt. “You made me feel like I’m a liability. I know you’re used to women wanting your money, but I never cared about it.”

“Y/N, please let me make things up to you.” He gets back up on his feet. “I know it will be hard for you to trust me again, but please give me a chance.”

You sniff and look away when Ari tries to touch your cheek. “Don’t touch me.” You step away. “I felt like you slapped me in the face when you yelled at me. I don’t care if you were mad at your ex-wife, Ari. Not she stood in front of you but me. You should’ve let her anger out on her, not me!”

“I know,” he says and shows his palms. “You won’t hear me excuse my behavior. Y/N, you’re more important to me than my solitude or money. I couldn’t believe you easily stole my heart and breath.”

You’d giggle at his cheesy admission, but you’re still mad at Ari for treating you like he did. “What do you want me to say?”

“Please tell me that you’ll come back home with me,” he whispers, and carefully reaches out for you to stroke your cheek. “I’d do anything to make things up to you.”

You look at Bear inching closer to nuzzle your leg. “Bear, don’t make this any harder for me,” you sigh. The dog won’t give in. He purrs and whines until you finally pet him. “You’re a charmer, aren’t you?”

“Like owner, like dog.” Ari gives you a cracked smile. “Please… Y/N. Come back home. We are not the same without you. The cabin feels so lonely without my little tramp. I need you there.”

“Ari, things have changed,” you point out. “Until I left, everything was exciting and kinky sex. But…” You protectively rub your belly. “I’m pregnant, and this will turn your life upside down if I come back.”

“Good,” he says and holds out his hand. “Let’s get your things and go home.”

Part 4

Tags in reblog.

#ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x female reader #Lumberjack Tales - The Hairy Bear (4)

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moodymisty · 8 months ago

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Author's note: Inspired by this anon along with the amazing snippet @kit-williams wrote for it

Relationships: Vulkan/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Pred/Prey, Rough sex, Blood

You fall again, and the jagged rocks bite at your knees and palms. Little speckles of blood dot across your palms as you look at him, before quickly getting up and trying to run again.

A stupid mistake- now he'll be able to smell exactly where you are. He already can, you know the scent of your sweat lingers in the air like smoke, but fresh blood is like a beacon you can't get away from fast enough.

You lost him for a short while, slipping through a tunnel that wasn't large enough for him to get through. Your smaller stature remains your single advantage you have against him.

But the tunnels echo sound incredibly well, and you can sometimes hear his footsteps ringing through the system of caves. He can hear yours as well, tracking you down and gaining on you.

"Did you cut yourself? I can smell the blood,"

Entering one of the wider, huge main tunnels you look around quickly for a little rat hole to take next, trying to avoid standing like prey in the middle of such a huge area. You think you see a few options, but the one farthest down seems the smallest, and your best bet.

Rushing towards it you're almost there when you suddenly hear the sound of his footsteps thundering through the system of caves; Rocks crumbling underneath his feet.

"There you are,"

He appears at the far end of the tunnel blocking off your exit, and you nearly fall attempting to scramble backwards.

You know he's just playing, that this is just a fun game you had propositioned, but when he starts running towards you every primal, instinctual animal part of your brain tells you he's a predator- to run- you let out a bloodcurdling scream that rips through your throat and puts spittle on your lips.

Quickly you scramble towards the closest tunnel that you think can't fit him, but only by a few feet. Dug by the astartes you assume.

Vulkan however laughs at your screams, like a wolf driven by the squeaks of an limping, injured rabbit.

He's being slow on purpose, letting you run into your safe tunnel out of his reach. He's trying to extend the game on purpose and enjoy it. He could catch you in an instant if he truly wanted to, but half the fun is stalking you; Cornering you.

In a less stressful time you might find it interesting how despite him being so much softer than his fellow primarchs, there is still that latent, apex predator instinct in him that loves this. You aren't supposed to run from predators, it triggers that prey drive in them, and that's exactly what you think Vulkan is feeling when you scurry away from him. There's something in his eyes that's changed the few times you've caught sight of him since the hunt started.

"I can hear you're getting tired. How much longer do you think you can keep this up?"

Your heart hammers against your ribcage as you hide, seeing him walk past the entrance you just went into.

You try to watch and listen as his footsteps trail farther and farther away, and you assume he's going to the other side of the tunnel you're in. Cautiously peeking out the way you went in you don't see him, or hear him, and quickly you scurry out to try another way.

Down the large main tunnel you run and try to ignore the burning in your throat; You're so thirsty, you'd almost consider letting him catch you to just get some water.

You don't know how long it's been- It could only have been an hour for all you know. But you're so tired, stopping in front of a step in your path.

For an astartes it would be a steep step up, but for you, it's a small climb. You jump and with a grunt manage to fold yourself onto it, legs dangling. Your feet kick trying to dig your shoe in to get purchase on the rocks, trying to wiggle higher and get the rest of your body up.

suddenly you feel the ground begin to shake, the sound of his footsteps quickly begins to close in.

You gather all the strength you can to try and clamber for more purchase on the rocks, feeling your heart begin to race as you panic. Despite everything telling you not to you turn around and see him come into view, right towards you. Once he realizes that you're partly stuck he quickens, and you let out another scream as you quickly try and pull up your other leg. But each rock you get a toe on crumbles, causing your heart and your breathing to quicken as he approaches.

You manage to get to your hands and knees on the stone only for him to suddenly grab you by the legs, and you let another another scream. Your hands dig into the dust and dirt and rocks to try and clamber away, kicking your legs at his arms. For a moment you almost don't even remember this is Vulkan- your mind is just saying run.

"You thought you could sneak around me?"

Dragging you across the stone floor to him he lets you dangle off the step, lying on your stomach while your legs hang of the edge. He's tearing at your clothes, your bottoms torn to shreds and you gasp as you feel the weight of his cock against you. The thick head of his cock slips between your outer lips and pushes against your entrance, and you feel the burn of your muscles trying to stretch while the dirt and stone scratches your skin. Your dry throat can only manage to let out a pathetic cry, one that hiccups as your parched mouth can't keep the noise smooth.

"The hunt is over, now I can enjoy the reward."

The light in he room is dim, the candles mostly melted. You watch the little flames flicker as Vulkan puts a bandage on your torn knee, patting it gently.

"You should try to fall less down there, I wouldn't want you breaking any bones."

You puff out your cheeks full of air before blowing them at him. The warmth of his palms radiates over your skin, feeling good almost as if using a heatpack on sore muscles.

"I try not to, but it's a bit hard to keep upright when a massive primarch is running at you. You're lucky I didn't crumple to the ground and let my heart give out."

Vulkan chuckles, a soft smile on his face that makes your face grow warm.

"You know I would never truly hurt you," He says, and you nod.

"I know, but it's still terrifying," You say. Vulkan moves to bandage your other knee. "I think I could go for longer next time, though." The way he looks up at you is amused but dark, implying that you want more.

"You want to do this again?" You nod, an eagerness held within it that had you embarrassingly warm.

"Of course; I know the layout of the tunnels better now, I think I could avoid you for longer." Vulkan finishes bandaging your other knee and puts his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him.

"You assume I would bring you to the same tunnels?" Quickly you loose your smile.

"Yes! This is your home and you dug many of these tunnels, let me have a bit of an advantage!" Vulkan laughs, hands squeezing your hips with a comfortable pressure. You swing your legs a bit and one bumps into his stomach by accident.

"That is fair." He looks at you. "You should try not to exert yourself so soon though, I knew right away you would tire yourself out and I could corner you." You look at him curiously, holding your arms.

"You want to make it more difficult for you?"

Vulkan leans in to give you a kiss. His eyes have a bit of that darkness you saw down in the tunnels.

"No true hunter enjoys easy prey. We want a real chase."

#vulkan x reader #primarch x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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ferrstappen · 2 years ago

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Max the wag (again)| Max Verstappen blurb

love note: I’ve loved the response to gossipy Max and (y/n) that I came up with this little piece 💘

YOU CAN FIND THE REST OF MAX THE WAG SERIES HERE

summary: a new break up hits the paddock and Max and you are the best investigators.

Canada GP, 2023

Max didn’t mean to overhear whatever was going on inside the four walls of Ferrari’s place on the track.

But if the information came his way, who was he to deny it?

He was mildly bored in between interviews and before FP1, not caring about interacting with people because you weren’t there, too many things to take care of, studying and being an intern didn’t allow you to be there with him. Still, he sent you silly pictures of him walking by himself (metaphorically since fans and workers were all over), he smiled at the WhatsApp sticker you sent him along with a picture of you, papers scattered all over your desk, iPad showing the F1 app.

While walking by Ferrari, he really really couldn’t help walking a bit slower as three engineers were enjoying a cigarette while loudly speaking to each other, motor and tool noises were ambient noise.

I heard she’d forgiven him once, after São Paulo last year.

What happened there? I keep hearing about it but i left to Abu Dhabi right after the podium.

Carlos and Norris contacted some girls and left with them or something along the way, kept it under wraps though but now? I think it was too much for her.

Shame, she was always polite and nice to everybody. She even knew our names!

And Carlos’ sister is getting married soon, he ducked it big time. I heard someone in the garage she decided to not go and his family is pissed.

It caught Max’s attention… he instantly recalled the conversation with you, trying to figure out if Carlos and Isa were still together. Clearly, they weren’t and the entire paddock was aware of it.

Maybe Christian could have more information about it.

But the first thing he did was to text you, announcing he had more information.

Info about what? Was your response, making Max’s eyes roll…

Sainz and girlfriend!

Max didn’t hear it, but you gasped at the simple text message. Max was very selective with the information he actually took seriously, and for him to tell you he heard something meant it was probably real.

Shut up! What did you hear? Who told you?!?!?

Max smiled, a smug grin knowing you were dying for the information, but he’d keep it for later, when he was laying on the hotel bed, fresh out of the shower, white t-shirt and shorts and ready to fall sleep. That’s when he was sharing the information.

He was surprised when you called him out of the blue and he chuckled, his gorgeous blue eyes getting smaller, little wrinkles forming, dimples showing.

“Hello schat, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Max teased, instantly taking in your neat hair, neutral make up and deep red lipstick… oh, what would he give to bite your lower lip and have his face and chest covered in faint red lipstick.

”don’t be coy! What did you hear? I heard the snippet of an interview and she sounded so broken it was so sad, but what did you hear?!” You rambled, making Max’s smile even bigger.

“I told you I’m sharing my discovery later, i’ll have to be in the car in thirty minutes or so,”

“I hate you so much, you can’t leave me hanging! I don’t want to ask her directly!” You complained like a toddler, noticing Max was just staring at you through the screen.

“I love you, I have to go,” Max said after he noticed part of the Red Bull PR team approach him. He was waiting for you to tell him you love him too, but your words weren’t exactly what he was expecting.

“Max babe, try to get info on Shakira and Hamilton!”

Honestly, you and Max were a match made in heaven.

#max verstappen x reader #max verstappen blurb #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen au #max verstappen x you #max verstappen fluff #max verstappen one shot #f1 x you #f1 fic #f1 x reader #max the wag

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popcornforone · 2 months ago

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Set In Motion

A Dieter Bravo Fan Fic

We’ve all seen the keep fit Sled picture & gone DAMN OUR MAN GOT IT GOING ON (I know some tummy lovers are gutted I’m sorry) but it helped to form an idea. Suddenly I had a small little idea for a fic in my mind…

It’s not longer small. I also hate self praise as a Brit, but I think this is the best writing I have ever done. I’ve sent snippets to people to read in advance without spoiling it for them & everyone single one of them has gone yep that Dieter.

Synopsis:- You have a new Celebrity client to take on at the Gym, it’s the over the top Drama queen, Dieter Bravo.

Word count:-(sorry I couldn’t stop writing) 9100

Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! unprotected PIV sex, client & customer, no strong enemy’s to lovers but it will make sense why I’ve put that, swearing, innuendos, fantasy’s, controlling, being sick, angst, teasing, riding, tasting, Dieter is a bit of a sex pest that covers most aspects doesn’t it? Pain from gym.

Seriously thank you for reading. It means the world & I love doing it. Cheers peoples.

When they said that you had been requested to train a Hollywood “A Lister” you were excited. Your reputation proceeded you, & you had turned the rich & the poor for lazy lumps to fitness gods. Even if they didn’t want to be sculptured to perfection you helped everyone feel comfortable in the gym. You are the go to woman & you can’t wait to see who is going to walk through the door. You’ve been told they can be difficult & demanding, but that’s also a bit like you on your worst day. How bad can they be?

The day has come. They have requested their own room for the training, already wanting exclusivity, very demanding. You sigh as you get a few smaller pieces of equipment in there, as well as a weighted sled, incase they are someone from abroad who actually knows what they are doing. But you treat every person you train on their first day as a novice to it all the equipment, best to work out together what they wish to achieve.

10am they were meant to be here. They aren’t. You slowly do some small 2kg weights while on an exercise bike in the corner of the room. At 10:47 the doors fly open. There in a big coat with shades on & messy hair is Dieter Bravo. The pre-Madonna, the sulky demanding diva, he might be an Oscar winner but his reputation isn’t the best.

“I have no idea why I’m here” he states firmly throwing his scarf off his neck. “My agent says “Dieter hit the gym it will do you good” ha” you slowly look at him trying not to stare. He is a legend despite his attitude & he smell incredible even from a short distance away. “I have the metabolism of a jungle cat, I don’t need to be here” he scoffs & drops his bag & sit on a bench in the corner. “Just call my agent later, tell them that we did okay while I have a nap” you shake your head. He’s gonna be one of those ones.

“Mr Bravo” you say & get off the exercise bike. “This is a place of work & fun, you can either be your inner jungle cat & get on with this or I can ask security to help you leave” you stand a few meters in front of him arms crossed. If he’s gonna whine, you’re going to be stubborn as well.

“Are you challenging me?” He asks boldly. He behind his mirrored sun glasses looks your body up & down “& aren’t you a little to curved to be a personal trainer?” He thinks he’s being funny. If only he knew your story. You’re the reason people come to this gym. You were extremely large, & to now be the size you are with a few muscles is extraordinary. If he’s gonna make comments like that, you can play that game too. He might be a sexy actor but manners cost nothing.

“Well…” you glaze over his comment about your size “… if you’d have arrived on time we’d have gone through some of the smaller items in this room, but as your here extremely late, I want to see if those broad shoulders have got the power in them” you then step aside to reveal the sled. “Push it” you’re not asking.

“That?” He scoffs & finally takes his glasses & coat off. He’s got a grey tshirt on & some overly big hanging shorts. For him to look so casual probably cost more than you make a month. “That thing, surely is from the Middle Ages, it’s for cows to push, wha..”

“Then it should be fine for a springy jungle cat” you wink & then give him a brief demonstration as to what to do. You haven’t stacked it properly with weights it’s about half of what you can push. “So mr Bravo…”

“Dieter or diets…”he interrupted.

“Dieter, I need this down to that wall & back & I need you do to that 5 times.” He has a little grumble & gets up off the bench. Clearly he thought his work out was gonna be with an influence to softly train with, who would also be who he got to fuck for the next few weeks until they both got bored. You’re clearly not his usual type.

“This is barbaric” & that was a before he had even started. Grumbles left his mouth as he started his first of 5 rounds. His face already a beetroot, the sweat poring down his back.

“Keep going Dieter” you say deadpan as he heads off on his second push back down the room.

“Fuck” he moans. He gets back up to your part of the room & dramatically collapses on the floor fanning himself. The drama queen has arrived. “I need water. I need electrolytes. I need a moment to reflect on the fragility of existence.” He groans holding his ribs. That makes you laugh, but you do go get him a bottle of water. “Think that’s funny do you?” You nod, his charm starting to rub off on you a little. He then takes the lid off the bottle of water & pours it over his head. That tshirt now sticking to his front as well. “Well let’s just say I ain’t coming back to do anymore work outs in this trauma chamber you call a gym.”

You thought that would be it. You’d never see Dieter again, his sessions would be cancelled & that would be that. One nice pay day which would pay off the rest of your sofa. So you were shocked to see it still in the calendar & for him to turn back up 3 days later. You sat on the exercise bike once again patiently waiting for him. In he walked, only 39mins late this time. No big coat but a bag with some bits in it, the sun glasses were also removed straight away. Those handsome eyes radiating charisma.

“I owe you an apology, & you owe me one for putting me through that oxen cow sled thing, but my agent says I have to persevere, so can we start again” he says extending his hand. A peace offering. You look him up & down, still in celebrity gym gear not what he actually needs. You shake his hand.

“If we’re doing this Dieter we’re gonna do that “oxen cow thing “” you use quote marks he chuckles “… every session until you can push it up & down this room 5 times”

“& when I do that, I can leave?”

“You can leave or stop this whenever you want Dieter, your the one paying me”

“True” he says as he gets out a water bottle. Branded obviously with his face on it. “then let’s say how many days…” you laugh “…weeks…” you still smirk “… months? you think it’s gonna take me months to push that up & down this room 5 times?” He looks at you in disbelief.

“Yes Dieter I do & today we’re gonna work out how much weight actually needs to go on it”

“Are you like this to all your Hollywood clients?” He asks sipping some of his water & setting his phone up so he can get some good shots of him working out. You tut. You for a brief millisecond, forgot he was a celebrity, & thought it was just good banta.

“I’m like this to everyone Dieter, don’t think you’re special” he fakes looking offended, it’s far too over the top.

“Oooh but I am special, just you wait & see” you let out an exasperated sigh & begin to do your tests on Dieter. The session much like last time ends with the sled, & Dieter dramatically lying on the floor after just half a turn. The work out had done its job.

Dieter tested your patience for the first few sessions. Hollywood does go to peoples heads. He chucked a weight on the floor in a strop that was made of fibre glass & it smashed. He clicked his fingers for you to clean it up & you berated him, as this meant this room couldnt be used by anyone for the next 3 hours. His next session he came in with a cheque for $1000 to compensate the gym. His face genuinely apologetic, or was he just good at acting sorry. It’s hard to tell with those eyes.

When he was working out, he was still dramatic too, as well as late to every session, usually between 15 to 35mins late. You’d actually told him that for every 5mins he’s late youd add another weight to the sled.

You often had to stand there & watch as he made content for Instagram. Often his outfits would not be gym ready so the top could be torn off or so he could look sweaty in a v neck. It did get hard for you at times. The man was handsome & had charisma boiling over. You grew found of Dieter & his showing off for the camera & the man that you were slowly getting to know underneath the layer of fame.

“So you guys know I’m loving this fitness routine” you sit on the exercise bike peddling as he does this little video, you let him do one at the start & then if the vibes right at another point. “But today I’ve got this amazing protein shake before we start” you roll your eyes as Dieter explains to his viewers what’s in the green gunky drink & how it’s good for him & helping him. You know where this is going.

“Let’s chug!” He says excitedly & then takes some large gulps out of the drink. You can see him shudder. He puts his thumbs up to the camera & say quickly “yummy” before then turning it off quickly & then running to a Bucket & spewing it all out. You sit in the bike laughing as he gags. You do then remember he’s human, get off the bike & go to his bag & get his water bottle. He’s your client after all, he might get a poser but you’re learning he is genuine.

“You okay Dieter?”

“Of course I’m not” he splutters before swilling some water around & cleaning his mouth. “How the fuck do you guys a drink that”

“I don’t” he lifts his head from the bucket “some people do but it’s not my thing, also all those ingredients you said well…” you pull a face.

“Well what!”

“They don’t go together, I’m guessing you literally walk into a shop & asked for everything healthy in one drink?” He turns red & then starts to cough “yea next time go for some carrot or spinach juice or maybe a light fruit smoothie, I like strawberry & mango”

“Ewww” he pulls a face like a toddler who doesn’t like the broccoli you are giving it.

“Trust me start small not big”

There’s a nod of neutral respect between you as he sits in the floor, moving the bucket away. He flashes that wide grin at you, his eyes bigger & more brown today. It’s easy to fall for him, even without his charisma. You shake your head denying your own crush for him.

“Just tell me when your ready Dieter & we can get to todays work out.”Dieter sighed & got up ready for instructions.

A while later hes struggling through a bench press, muttering something about “the crushing weight of expectations,” & when he finally pushed the bar up, he looked at you, flushed, sweaty, panting just a little & smirked. His guard down as you set up the sled for the end of the session.

“I think I only keep coming back here because of you.”

You freeze, your brain just short-circuited. Dieter, of course, had no idea what he’d just done. He just sat up, shaking out his arms, oblivious to the fact that you were now actively fighting for your life, trying not to turn bright red. You forced a fake laugh.

“Right. Because you love working out so much.”

“Oh, I hate it,” he said cheerfully, swiping a towel over his face. “But you make it… tolerable. Pleasant, even.”

Pleasant. Pleasant! Bloody pleasant! You want to crawl into the changing room & hide but you also wished for more.

You had hoped Dieter hadn’t noticed your embarrassment, but he had. He was now going to have fun. your problem was that now you noticed everything about him. Like how he’d bite his lip when concentrating. How his t-shirts clung a little too well when they got damp. How he’d stare at you whenever you demonstrated an exercise, not in a “taking notes” way, but in a “please repeat that so I can keep watching” way.

Worst of all? The post-workout stretches.

One day, he sighed mid-stretch & said,

“You should stretch me out sometime.” You choked on your water. He blinked at you, all with innocent curiosity. “What?” Mischief spawns across his face.

“Nothing,” you said quickly, pretending to be very focused on adjusting a kettlebell. He tilted his head. In the adorable way he always does.

“You okay? You seem flustered.”

“I am not flustered.” You were extremely flustered & tried to get back on topic, but tension hung in the air, unspoken & ready to pop.

After that session with the sled he did 4 lengths, he wasn’t as dramatic in his collapse. Dieter was leaning against the wall, sweaty & smug. “You know, I think I’m finally starting to enjoy this,” he said, looking you up and down. “Or maybe I just enjoy you bossing me around.” You were dangerously close to losing it.

Then he smiled, lazy, teasing, too damn pretty & you snapped.

“Okay, that’s it for today, Shower. Now.”

He blinked. You hadn’t talked to him like that in weeks being snappy.

“Are you…”

“NOT WITH ME,” you shouted. “Just…go. Before I do something wildly unprofessional.” Dieter stared at you for a moment. Then, very slowly, his smirk returned.

“Oh,” he murmured, eyes flickering with dangerous amusement. “Interesting.”

You turned on your heel & left before you did something stupid. Like kiss him. Or murder him. Or both. Behind you, you heard him laugh. Low, delighted, victorious. You were so, so screwed.

This now made this hard for you but fun & games for Dieter who was loving every second.

You barely survived the rest of the weeks sessions. Because now, Dieter knew. He didn’t know exactly what he knew, but he knew something & that was very, very bad.

Every gym session after that was a nightmare of subtle provocations.

From asking if his hips were in the right position, to is this enough thrust to put into it, how low can he squat. But the worst day was the long v neck tshirt day, his nipples escaping constantly .You nearly threw a kettlebell at his head.

“Hey” he moaned when you said it was inappropriate to wear.

“You want to get burns on you nipples from the fabric be my guest” this just made Dieter do the session topless instead, you weren’t sure If this was better for the sake of his nipples or worse for your imagination.

The next session was an evening one, he’d been at a big celebrity event the day before, but still wanted to show he was committed to this. For a man who protested & hated this, he never missed a session, this time turning up 8mins late, his best time yet.

Dieter was finishing his cooldown stretches (which were still offensively sensual, by the way), & you were trying, to focus on literally anything other than the way he was sprawled on the mat, looking up at you with that goddamn smirk.

“You’ve been acting weird,” he said suddenly. You froze. Trying not to look panicked

“I have not been acting weird.” Dieter tilted his head the way you like.

“No? Because I swear you used to be a lot meaner to me.” You scoffed.

“You’re still infuriating.” He grinned.

“See, there’s the fire. I missed that.”

“Just finish stretching.”

You ignored the way your stomach did a stupid little flip. But Dieter didn’t move. He just watched you.

Then, too casually, he said, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were into me.”

Heat shot up your spine, panic flashing across your face for exactly half a second before you caught yourself.

“I…” Dieter’s smirk widened.

“Oh my god.”

“No.”

“Oh. My. God.”

“Dieter…” He sat up way too fast, eyes alight with mischief.

“You have a crush on me.” You wanted to die. You wanted to evaporate. You wanted to rewind time & punch Past You in the face for ever taking this job. But it was too late. Dieter Bravo was already basking in this newfound discovery, absolutely delighted.

“Wait, wait, this is incredible,” he continued, pressing a hand to his chest like this was the most exciting plot twist of his life. After all acting is his job, he’s got an Oscar for being a drama queen. “I mean, it makes sense. I’m devastatingly attractive. But you, you’ve been holding out on me! Teasing me!”

“You’re insufferable.” You are trying so hard not to smile. He gasped.

“& your moody & mean! God, no wonder I like you so much.”

Wait….

Wait, wait, wait.

“You…”You narrowed your eyes. Unsure if this is a game of his or not”….You like me?”

Dieter blinked. Then shrugged, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Yeah. Duh.”

Dieter liked you?! Since when!? Since always? Since yesterday? Since he figured out you were suffering through a months of long crush while he pranced around half-naked, dripping in sweat & sin?

Because what the hell were you supposed to do with that information?

Meanwhile, Dieter was just grinning at you, clearly enjoying whatever internal crisis was flashing across your face.

“Oh, wow,” he mused. “You’re, like, really freaking out right now.”

“I am not freaking out.” He hummed. & then giggled.

“No, you totally are.”You groaned, pressing your palms to your temples.

“Can you just shut up for, like, ten seconds?”

Dieter considered it. Then, in true Dieter fashion, said:

“Nope.” He shrugs”I’m never speechless”.

You exhaled through your nose. This man was going to kill you.”So what now?” he asked, leaning forward, eyes way too bright with excitement. You huffed.

“What do you mean, ‘what now’?”

“I mean, what happens next? Do we pretend this didn’t happen? Do we have an extremely unprofessional makeout session in the locker room? Do I make you fall even harder for me through my sheer charm and magnetism?”

You gaped at him.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“I know, right?”

“I need to go.”

Dieter grinned. “Aw, you’re running away?”

“Yes.”

“Fair.” You turned on your heel & left him on the stretches Mat in the gym. Behind you, Dieter’s laughter followed you out the door.

You didn’t get much sleep that night, thinking about what happened & when you did fall asleep, he was in your dreams cradling your neck, his lips feeling soft, the moans he makes in exhaustion now in pleasure. You woke up sticky, sweaty & feral.

The next day, you found a smoothie waiting for you at the gym. On the lid, in messy handwriting:

“For my favorite coach. (Yes, I’m your favourite client. Don’t even try to lie.) - D”

You stared at it. It was not a Dieter day today, but he had sent you a strawberry & mango smoothie, your favourite. He’d remembered that comment a few weeks ago. There was even a little heart drawn on the note. You were so, so done for.

What started with the smoothie, Then became a coffee, then became proper gym clothes, less Instagram videos & Then shock horror, he started showing up early. The 10am start, he was arriving at 9:58. Which, for Dieter Bravo, was wildly out of character. This shook you to your core, he was a changed man from the dramatic drama queen jungle cat who came in a couple of months ago as a poser.

“You’re in a good mood,” you observed one morning as he strutted into the gym, suspiciously chipper.

“I have news.” He said in a cocky voice, but when isn’t he a little big arrogant.

“That can’t be good.” He ignored your little joke & continued, used to your wit by now.

“Guess who just got their own fitness show?”

You blinked shocked

“What?”

“It’s called Dieter Does It,” he said proudly, throwing his arms out like it was already an Emmy winning masterpiece. “A journey of strength, perseverance, & my absolutely flawless physique.” You stared at him. Dumbfounded but also proud.

“A fitness show. You?”

He placed a hand on his chest.

“I know, it’s inspiring.”You were at a loss for words.

“Dieter,” you finally managed, “you hate working out.”

“Wrong,” he said, pointing at you. “I hate suffering. But I love attention. & people love watching hot, sweaty celebrities struggle. It’s a goldmine.”

“Oh my god.” you say sarcastically & roll your eyes, he laughs but continues to tell you his plan.”well congratulations”.

“Thanks” his hands are moving excitedly as he explains how live tv works, “I’ll be doing some light stuff each episode but then have different fitness masters from all over the world come in, trying different extreme workouts. Testing the limits of my body & soul.” He’s ever the charmer & professional rattling this off like he’s in an advert or a talk show promoting it. You dont need to be sold this, you’ve already brought into it.

“Do you even have limits?”

“Only one way to find out.” he raises an eyebrow.

“Please tell me you at least hired a real trainer for this. So that they can do the actual fitness & not some Hollywood wannabe”

He beamed.

“About that…” You immediately knew where this was going.

“No.”

“Yes.?”

“Nope.”

“Yes.!?”

“Dieter, absolutely not.”

“Come on, Coach. I need you.” He did the biggest pout & puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen from him. You opened your mouth, to tell him exactly where he could shove that idea, but then you registered his words.

I need you.

Not I need a trainer or coach. Not I need someone to keep me from breaking every bone in my body while trying to get ratings & an Emmy.

No.

He needed you. & just like that, your entire brain malfunctioned. Dieter noticed. Of course he noticed. He noticed everything about you, from how moody you get when you should have your period, to the way you often stand by the window when it rains, enjoying its calmness. He notices everything about you. He’s been falling for you from the moment you called him a jungle cat back on that first day.

Now his smirk shifted. It wasn’t just teasing anymore, it was knowing.

He took a slow step forward, eyes darkening. “What’s wrong, Coach? Jungle Cat got your tongue?”

You hated him.You hated the way he invaded your space, the way he smelled too good, the way he was so damn smug about making you squirm. You should’ve walked away. Should’ve told him to get over himself. Should’ve done literally anything other than stand there, frozen, watching his mouth get closer.

Time then froze as you sighed your eye contact intense.

He kissed you. Hard. Messy. Desperate. It wasn’t smooth, wasn’t practiced, just pure, unfiltered want. Like he’d been waiting forever for this, like he couldn’t stand another second of teasing & near-misses & tension so thick it was suffocating. Almost as thick as that protein shake he despises.

You should’ve pushed him away. Instead, you fisted your hands onto his shirt & kissed him back. Your own wants & needs taking over. The pleasure of his mouth intoxicating.

Dieter groaned, pressing you against the nearest wall, one hand slipping to your waist, the other tangling in your hair like he was trying to memorize you. It was unfair how good he was at this. Hot & cocky & utterly unhinged. This wasn’t a kiss an actor gives, this was a Dieter Bravo kiss.

He pulled back just enough to murmur, “Told you, you liked me.” You yanked him back in. Not caring about your own rules for just a few seconds more. Another taste was needed. You both know you’ll never be satisfied again.

When you finally pulled away, both of you breathless, wrecked, still gripping each other like gravity didn’t exist. Dieter laughed Softly. Neither of you on guard, both vulnerable wondering if there should be another kiss. Soft. Disbelieving. So, so satisfied.

Then, still grinning, he pressed one last, lazy kiss to your lips and said,

“So… I’ll see you on set?”

He then left having not done work out today, maybe the kiss was enough. You also hadn’t given him an answer. Your mind spiralling out of control. Dieter was offering you more than just a tv role or was he?

You spent the next three days losing your mind. Three days replaying the kiss in your head. Three days avoiding thinking about Dieter Bravo like your life depended on it & It wasn’t easy. Not when he kept texting you.

“Morning, Coach. Dream of me?”

“Can we make out again or do I have to earn it?”

“Actually, don’t answer that. I love a challenge.”

These were just some of the messages you received.

You almost caved. Almost let yourself be swept up in the chaos that was Dieter Bravo with a crush. But you knew better. You were a professional. You knew you had to have this out with him face to face.

Wednesday arrived. You got to the gym room & set it up, putting the weights on the sled, your heart & would feeling heavier then them. Dieter arrived at 9:59, in the correct gym gear, no flashy dramatics, simply the man ready for a work out. A far cry from the jungle cat who came bouncing into your life. He was completely unaware that his world was about to collapse.

He was sprawled on a bench, pretending to do some stretches but mostly just watching you approach with that lazy, lovesick grin.

“You look stressed,” he mused. “Need me to kiss it better?” You ignored the full-body shiver that caused & inhaled sharply. The words you had practiced fall from your mouth bluntly.

“I’m quitting.”

Silence.

For the first time ever Dieter didn’t have a quip to respond back to you with.

“Wait, what?” He looked up & did a double take in disbelief. You squared your shoulders.

“I’m leaving the gym. I can’t train you anymore. I…”You swallowed. “I crossed a line with a client.” Dieter’s face dropped.

“Are you…” He actually sat up, alarmed. “Are you serious?” You nodded, hating every second of this.

“I can’t do this,” you said softly. “It’s unprofessional. Because if…if I stay…”

You didn’t finish. Because if you stayed, you knew exactly what would happen. Dieter would keep pulling you in, keep teasing, keep making you melt with those damn soft, needy looks, before long, you’d be just another person who lost themselves in the madness of Dieter Bravo. You also knew Dieter now. You couldn’t let that happen. He’s not a relationship man, he’d get what he wanted & then no longer be interested in you. You’ve met these kind of guys before.

Dieter stared at you for a long moment. His expression was unreadable, no cocky smirk, no mischief, just… something raw. Then, in a completely normal & rational response, he said:

“Marry me.”

You nearly choked on air. Tension filled the gym.

“…What?” Dieter shrugged, like this wasn’t the single most deranged thing he’d ever said.

“Marry me. Then I won’t be your client anymore.”

You stared at him, fully convinced you were hallucinating.

“Dieter…” your speechless.

“I’m serious.” He stood, way too close, voice way too honest vulnerable & soft. “You think you need to leave because we crossed a line. So let’s make a new one. One where it’s not a problem.”

“Dieter, that’s not how this works…”

Your brain scrambling for a logical answer, while your heart was pumping going this is so romantic & your labido was going, everyone’s seen the sex tape he’s got a massive penis. You shake your head as your body tells you lots of yes’ & nos to this predicament. None of your 12 practiced conversation last night with the mirror that you constructed, had seen anything as wild as this coming. But that’s Dieter for you.

“Why not?” He was so goddamn serious. “You like me.”

You exhaled sharply. “That’s not the point…”

“You like me,” he repeated, almost smug.

You groaned. “Jesus Christ.”

“& I like you,” he went on, tilting his head, you wish he wouldn’t because it arouses you that cute little look. “A lot, actually. More than I’ve liked someone in a long time. Which is so annoying, by the way.” You refused to react to that. You’re still processing.

“Dieter…” you sigh but he interrupts again.

“I don’t want you to go.” His voice dipped, genuine now. “So don’t.”You shook your head, trying so hard not to let him get to you.

“This is insane,” you whispered.

Dieter just grinned. “That’s why it’s perfect.”

You groaned. You needed to leave, To stop you both from Doing something you would regret. Dieter could sense this might be his last chance,he grabbed your wrist.

“Coach.”the charming voice was softer now.

When you glanced back, his expression wasn’t teasing anymore. Wasn’t cocky or smug or anything remotely expected. It was real.” Stay,” he murmured. “Please.” He really was pleading. When he does this it’s so hard to say no to him, even if you didn’t have feelings for him.

You stared at him. At his stupid, earnest, handsome, carved by the gods face. At the impossible words hanging in the air between you.

“Marry me?”he asked once more. This wasn’t a game he wanted to play, this was real. But being a realist you know life isn’t that simple. your entire world has just tilted on its axis.

You took a deep breath.

“Dieter…I”

“No,” he cut in, eyes locked onto yours. “Don’t ‘Dieter’ me. Just say yes.”

Your heart ached, because god, you wanted to.But this was Dieter Bravo. The human embodiment of chaos. He wasn’t serious. He couldn’t be. However this moment you are pretty sure is the most serious he’s ever been in his life & yet it’s still been spontaneous. So you forced yourself to shake your head, step back, build the wall back up.

“I can’t.”

His face fell. for a split second, you saw it, the flash of real hurt before he masked it with a forced smirk.

“Right. Okay.” His face dropped. He’s taking some deep breaths, he’s trying to contemplate everything that’s happened in the last 5minutes.

You hesitated. You Hated every second of this.

“Dieter, I…”

“Go,” he said bluntly clearly done with you.

You hesitated a second longer, waiting but for what, you didn’t know. But Dieter didn’t stop you. So you turned, heart shattering, & walked away. Leaving Dieter alone in his gym room. You went to your boss & told them the situation. They didn’t fire you or accept your resignation. But you asked to go on extended leave which they granted. As you got to your car you got a message from another trainer.

“I don’t know where your at or what happened, but Dieter Bravo is pushing your sled up & down the room like it’s not heavy, he’s done it 5 times” you sit in the drivers seat & cry. Your Dieter, even when you’re not there & you know you won’t be seeing him again, & who you will no longer be instructing, did it. The jungle cat completed his mission. He proved he could do it. You wait to stop crying before you put the car into drive & head back home, despite every part of your screaming at you saying “text him because your proud of him” but you ignore all the signs.

Dieter Bravo did not get rejected. He was hot, rich, & famous. That’s what he kept telling himself as he pushed that sled up & down. When he did his fifth rotation he was over the moon, but there was no you to be there to hug him. To say it all paid off, to be proud of him. He took the selfie but the smile was fake. He hoped you would see it on Instagram at some point but you never liked or commented on the photo even though he tagged you & the gym in it.

Dieter was down in the dumps & couldn’t get his head straight. Which is why, two weeks later, when his pilot taping started, he was in the worst mood of his entire life. He shouldn’t care that you left. Shouldn’t care that the gym felt empty without you, that his workouts sucked now, that he kept checking his phone for texts that weren’t coming.

He was fine. Completely fine.(He was not fine.) & now he had to do this stupid show, in front of a live audience, try to pretend he wasn’t a little bit heartbroken. Put that Dieter Bravo charm on that the word adored. The charm that you found tedious, that then got another rise out of him. No matter who his agent had brought in to be the profession, it wasn’t going to be you.

You couldn’t avoid it. Billboards were all over town with Dieter in an over the top gym outfit advertising his show. They wanted people in the audience for the pilot. Professional from the world of fitness to see how it was going, were asked to come. You weren’t supposed to be here. You’d walked away. Made a clean break.But you also wanted to make sure he was okay, you wanted to be proud of him.

So you went to the pilot. But then you saw him. Saw him failing spectacularly on stage. It was a disaster. The cameras were rolling, the audience was watching, Dieter, Hollywood’s most shameless, over-the-top narcissist, your jungle cat was crashing & burning. He was rambling. Stalling. Making jokes that weren’t landing. & then he just… stopped. For one awful second, he stood there, completely lost. Thats when you knew. You knew that, for all his bravado, he needed you. He needed the spark, & the fire be it from genuine banta or punishment for being a drama queen. He was a man broken.

You Slipped past security, ducked backstage, & found him pacing like a man on the verge of losing it. This jungle cat was no longer pouncing & was wounded.

“Dieter.”

He whirled around in a heavy daze. when he saw you, when he realized you were actually there, his whole body froze.

“You came,” he breathed. “you actually came” his lip trembles. He’s trying to be calm but he just wants to embrace you.

You swallowed. “You looked like you needed help.” Time to admit that you were wrong. He let out a weak laugh, rubbing his face.

“That bad, huh?”You hesitated. Then, because you were already screwed, you stepped closer & murmured,

“Do you want me to stay?” Dieter lifted his head, eyes locking onto yours. The smirk & the dazel oozed back into him slowly, he grinned, stepped right into your space, & whispered,

“Only if you marry me.”

You groaned. You rolled your eyes & then pulled him in for a kiss. His breath was warm against your skin as he went to kiss your neck. He dragged you to his changing room. you should have stopped this But you instigated this. This was your choice to give into the sexiest man in Hollywood. You’d opened the door for pleasure to him & he then made sure his changing room door was locked.

Dieter groaned, like he’d been waiting forever for this, like he hadn’t spent the last couple of weeks spiralling over you. His hands were everywhere, gripping your waist, sliding up your back, holding you so close it hurt. The kiss was desperate, all tongue, all teeth, all frustration & relief & pent-up insanity. You were hungry as well for this. Your feelings & emotions all now on show & when you bit his lip, Dieter purred & swore.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he rasped, dragging his mouth down your jaw, nipping, sucking, ruining you.You gasped, tilting your head back, letting him. Letting him take. Letting him have you.

“Say it,” he murmured, hands slipping under your shirt, skimming hot over bare skin. “Say you missed me.”You refused. So Dieter pinned you against the wall. Pressed a thigh between your legs. Made you feel him. How’s that even gonna fit you think as you moan, feeling his erection push against you.You whined & He grinned. he kissed you harder, deeper, filthier, like he wanted to ruin you for anyone else. Like he already knew he had. You were going to let him.

Dieter felt everything. Your body pressed against his. The way your nails dug into his shoulders. The way you gasped into his mouth when he rolled his hips just right. He was already addicted.

“You wanna keep pretending?” he rasped, dragging his lips down your throat. “Wanna act like you don’t want this?” You whimpered. Dieter, smug bastard that he was, grinned against your skin. “i could ruin you,” he murmured, hands wandering lower. “Right here. Right now.”Your breath hitched, & just to destroy what little resolve you had left, Dieter sucked a bruise onto the sensitive spot beneath your ear. You melted. No longer even pretending to be off with him.

“Fuck,” you whispered. His fingers dug into your hips.

“Yeah?” he taunted. “You like that, coach ?” You didn’t answer. Didn’t have the oxygen to. Because he did it again. Harder. Hungrier. Dieter was losing it.

Before you knew it Your breathless, pressing into him like you were about to make the biggest mistake of your life & frankly, he was willing to let you.

“But first, clothes.” He chuckles

Or rather, the removal of them. You mind thinks.

His hands slipped under your dress, skimming hot over your stomach before gripping the hem & peeling it off. His hands almost claws thrashing at it.

The sound you made? The little moan you do… it Ruined him.

“Fuck,” he muttered, staring. “You’re gonna kill me.” & then he was back on you. Mouth trailing lower. Hands gripping your waist. Thumbs teasing just beneath the waistband of your leggings. He could feel you trembling.

“You’re shaking,” he teased, voice dark, teasing. “You nervous, sweetheart?”

You exhaled sharply.

“Shut up Dieter” it’s breathy.He grinned & then he took his time.Hooked his fingers into the waistband of your leggings & dragged them down, slowly & delicately with his large hands.Savouring . Exploring.

By the time they hit the floor, you were wrecked. Dieter was looking at you like he was about to skip the warm-up & go straight to the main event.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “Look at you.”

Your hands shot out, desperate now, reaching for the hem of his fitted gym shirt.

“Off,” you muttered. “Now.”Dieter laughed, letting you pull it over his head. fuck he was looking fine, he was well built now youd had your sessions with him .So solid beneath your palms.You ran your hands down his chest, across his stomach, feeling every inch of him.

You gulped & then. finally, your fingers dipped to the waistband of his joggers.Dieter’s breath hitched.He smirked. He knew what was coming. He knew you’d be begging for it his eyes as frenzy as he tussled his hair

“You watching?” He asked seductively.

you nodded, silent, transfixed, dying for it…He slid the joggers down…

Nice & slow…

Letting you see everything.

He’s commando & semi hard, you lick your lips & your delicate hand goes straight for his long shaft. Ecstasy leaves his mouth. Just your touch on his chest had sent his mind into a whirlwind. But now your stroking his penis so leisurely, like it was meant to happen, had him experience a release that had been building for months.

“Fuck coach” he groans “you give all your clients hand jobs?” You tut.

“Shut it Dieter or I won’t let you fuck me” his eyes snap open wide.

“Naughty girl with a dirty mouth” the way he licks his lips as he says this, his hips already wanting to buckle.

“Bet you’d like that” you reply before kissing the crook of his neck. He judders. So alive, so for-filled. But then he snaps out of it & takes your hand.

“We’re a team coach” he whines. His large hands Then attend to removing your bra. Undoing the clip in one go, you let it fall from you. Your nipples erect in the cold changing room instantly.”oooh baby come to papi” he says before his lips locks around your left nipple. His hand inside your panties. You whine feeling his pleasure. You knew those fingers would be trained well as they assault your clit. Of course he knew how to pleasure. He’s the man everyone dreams of enjoying, especially after that sex tape.

“Fuck Dieter” you can’t control your moans. It’s a passion filled assault & you want more. You push Dieter back & his legs hit against a bench. One similar to the one in your work out room where you have been training him. He smirks.

“The number of times I’ve gone home after each session of our banta & teasing & imagined you sitting in my lap bouncing on my penis & not one of those aerobic balls, let’s just say I’ve cracked a few out”

“Dieter!” You pretend to sound shocked but this is Dieter his reputation proceeds him. Now your looking at him naked & aroused you can imagine him, crying your name as he jerks off in the shower, soapy water & cum dripping down the drain.He probably would also think that about his Mail man. You put your hands on his shoulders pushing him so he sits on the bench.

“Tell me Dieter in your fantasy, am I wearing panties, or are we both natural?”

“NAKED!” He screeches. You then stand in front of him & slowly roll your black lace panties all the way down, “slower baby I want to see every single inch.” He’s being demanding but you don’t think you can go slower. Eventually you stand in front of him exposed. “This is my fantasy right?”

“I think you’ve earnt it” you say & part your legs. The feel of his index finger collecting your arousal, makes you grab onto his shoulder. A simple brush across your sex have your quaking & almost begging. “Oooh fuck”

“Fucking delicious”he then slowly sucks off your slick from his index finger & then he lies on the bench. Those large hands you’ve been dreaming of touching you for a while no matter how much you denied your crush on him, now look small as they attend to his erection.

“Standard or reverse?”

“Standard coach, I want to see the look in your eyes as you cum cos you’ve never been as satisfied as this” you straddle over him, your hand joining his stroking it. It’s sticky from Precum. You slowly guide the tip in & gasp.

“Ooh fuck”

“Okay darling?” It’s genuine concern, you’ve not had sex in a while & never anyone this girthy. Your trying not to moan to much already you like being vocal when you have sex. The pinch is going to be worth it.

“Give me a minute Diets” you’ve never called him Diets his eyes light up.

“I gotcha baby, let me coach you through it” you raise an eye brow at him before sinking lower. Each centimetre feeling exquisite, you slowly take him all in. You bottom out.

“Oooh fuck, oooh my fucking god” he looks at you proudly, he can feel you squeezing him already.

“Oooh fuck, what a tight little cunt” HE snarls & then his hips buckle his first strong thrust. Your toes curl.

“Fuck”

“Ooh fuck baby, why didn’t you tell me you had the tightest cunt, you need better sex” another thrust. Your eyes close. “I’m gonna give it to you for as long as you can take it”Your hips start to gyrate & soon your grinding around him slow but then hard once your rhythms match. Fuck seems to be the only word in your vocabulary other than moans. Sweat is the only thing you tastes as you bounce, each time taking him all the way. Each time your on edge. Your hand strumming as he holds you in place. Dieter is a sex pest as perceived by the rest of the world, & he is getting pleasure from this no doubt about it, but this is all about you. Watching your face as it makes the most adorable scrunches, seeing your eyes ignite each time he edges you close. Arching your whole body dripping with sweat covering him, your hair sticking to you. But he is most impressed with your sex. He’s always liked to look intently but there’s something so hypnotic about the way you’re rolling your self & grinding around him, how he can feel like he can thrust any further inside you.

“Look at you coach” he moans his fingers white digging into your flesh trying to delay his orgasm do you cum first. “All our hard work & tension has built up to this”

“Yesss oooh fuck Yesss” your on edge it’s about to happen.

“Come on baby” he thrusts & rolls harder, almost at a lightning speed he know this should set you off. “I know you want to baby, give in let go, live your dream”

“Fuck Dieter….!!!!!!!!! YESSSSSS!!!!” You didn’t need a motivational pep talk to make you cum, it was gonna happen but as you screamed his name you experienced the most intense orgasm of your life. It felt like your body was contracting all into one little box & then exploding across the room like confetti at a gender reveal for one of those tiktok couples. You didn’t care as you moaned all the way through it. “Fuck yes yes yes yes yes oooh fuck” Dieter joined you moments later, after he put his last few frantic thrusts in. You’d not used a condom. He filled you up, good & proper, as you slumped over him as he panted. Those large hands rubbing your back soothingly. The room fell silent, probably the longest you’ve kept Dieter quiet since you met him. Just hot sticky sex & breath filled the air. Both spent, both throughly worked out. Your naked body melting into one

“Next time” he eventually breaks the silence “we do that & not the sled”

“Dieter” you sit up & playfully hit him.

“What” he says looking smug, the smug grin you’ve grown to worship. “We burnt more calories there then pushing that bastard thing up & down” he then sits up & removes a stray hair from your face. You blush, this will never just be you as a coach & Dieter as a trainee again.

“So now what?” You ask. He gently put his thumb on your chin & looks you deeply in the eye. Those brown eyes still as handsome as ever.

“Well you never answered my question”

“Ask me tomorrow?”…

2 & a half years later

The gym looked exactly the same. Same equipment. Same smell of sweat & same bench. You’re still the personal trainer desperately trying to keep your biggest headache from breaking himself. Still being a drama queen from time to time, still occasionally turning up late, still being a menace & far too flirty for his own good.

The only difference? You were sitting on the floor with your daughter. Your tiny, curly-haired, dimpled, annoyingly perfect daughter, who was currently watching her father push a sled across the gym like it owed him money.

Dieter was grunting, cursing under his breath, sweating through his stupid expensive workout gear. You laugh each time he swore so she couldn’t hear it. But traditions stated that if he came to work out with you even after all this time that he still pushed the sled.

& yet despite the pain in his now older body, when he looked over & saw you both watching, he smiled. His little world all together cheering him on.

“You impressed, sweetheart?” he panted, shoving the sled forward again. You rolled your eyes. It’s corney but it’s typically Dieter.

“Not even a little.”

But your daughter? She clapped her tiny hands.

“Yay, Daddy!” Dieter’s entire face lit up. It did this every time she was happy.

“Oh, hell yeah,” he gasped, pushing harder now, fueled entirely by his toddlers encouragement. Up & down he went,Five times. when he “finally finished the torturous monstrosity” as he still called it, sweaty, winded, hands on his knees, pretending he wasn’t seconds from collapsing, like he used to back in the day, He did a little dance. Those hips still have what it takes as he rolled them suggestively. You covered Your daughter eyes but didn’t stop her as she giggled & clapped again. He can use that move on you tonight, you like it when his hips grind against you. You like it even more when he hits the spot every time. since you’ve been a couple the only days you’ve not had sex were at the end of your pregnancy & beginning of motherhood. Turns out you are both addicted to each others bodies, intoxicated by desire & a lust that couldn’t be quenched.

“Daddy so strong!” She said. Dieter grinned, coming over to you both & scooping her up despite being an exhausted mess. Winking at you in the process. You blushed, almost as red in the face as he was from his work out.

“Damn right I am,” he panted, pressing loud, smacking kisses all over her chubby cheeks. She squealed, giggling uncontrollably.You watched them. Dieter is the best dad in the world, he will do anything for her & for you. You sit there proudly as he spins around with here & she laughs. that’s when Dieter’s eyes flickered to your hand.

To the ring on your finger. The one you still hadn’t let him upgrade to a wedding band. His smirk returned.

“You gonna marry me yet?” he asked, cheek pressed against your daughter’s curls.

You exhaled.

“Ask me tomorrow.” Dieter groaned but he was used to that response now . Your daughter, meanwhile, clapped again, no clue what was going on, just enjoying the chaos. Clearly a Bravo. He kissed her cheek again, grinning.

“She’s gonna say yes eventually, kid,” he muttered. “She’s just making me suffer first.”

You snorted. Dieter winked. Somethings between you will never change. & when your daughter clapped for him one more time, Dieter melted completely.Yeah. He could suffer a little longer.

This happened each time Dieter came to the gym, it was your new normal & you wouldn’t have it any other way.

One afternoon a few weeks later after an Intense session (& leaving your girl with someone else so you could both get intimate in the showers, as you were both really in the mood plus your were ovulating after telling Dieter you wanted another baby) your family leaves the gym, clean showered & refreshed. Your daughter was half-asleep in his arms, cheek smushed against his shoulder, her tiny fists still curled around the collar of his shirt.

You were about to do something insane. Something you had wanted to do & say for a long time.

Dieter hadn’t asked again. Hadn’t pushed for an answer again.Not since the last time you said ask me tomorrow. He liked the game & deep down he knew he didn’t need you to be his wife to be the love of his life. But as you watched him, this ridiculous, chaotic, impossible man, the father of your child, the absolute love of your life,You knew. You just knew. He had always been the one no matter how mellow dramatic, non serious, bat shit insane he was. He was your person.

So, before you could overthink it, you stopped walking. Took a breath & then, you dropped to one knee.

Dieter froze.

“…Babe?” He said shocked. You looked up at him, heart pounding, racing, threatening to explode. & then, voice stronger than you expected, you said,

“Are you free right now?”

Dieter’s mouth parted. His eyes widened. For the first time in his entire life, Dieter Bravo was speechless.

“You… you’re serious?” he choked out. You nodded.

“I know I’ve made you wait,” you murmured, swallowing hard. “& I know you would’ve waited forever if I asked you to.” Dieter’s throat bobbed.”But I don’t want to wait anymore,” you whispered. “I know you’re the one. & I want to marry you… right now.”

Dieter let out a breathless laugh.Then without a second of hesitation, He crouched down. Still holding your Daughter. His large magnificent Hand cradling your face. he then kissed you. Deep. Messy. Full of every ounce of love he had for you. When he pulled back, his forehead pressed against yours, he whispered,

“Sweetheart, I’ve been free since the day I met you.”

Your heart fucking cracked. You both felt this bolt of love blossom between you like it had always been there, you were laughing, crying, kissing him again.

Somewhere between all of it, your daughter stirred, blinking sleepily.

“Mummy Daddy?” she mumbled. “What happenin’?” Dieter grinned, scooping her up between you both.

“Mommy just decided to finally marry Daddy,” he whispered dramatically. Your daughter gasped. Then she clapped. Dieter & you couldn’t hold it in & laughed. “See? Even she knows I deserve this.”

You rolled your eyes. Typical Dieter always getting the last word. But when Dieter kissed you again, soft, sweet, so ridiculously in love, You knew you’d never regret this. Because, finally, finally, you were right where you were meant to be.

With him.

& her.

Your family

Forever.

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aventurineswife · 2 months ago

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About Valentine's Week Special

Can you do Ratio x reader who messes up their confession to him?

Ratio found a note in his desk that says “get out of my school” and it was actually reader who wanted to ask him to go on a date with him after school but got too shy to ask and intended to write “go out with me after school” but wrote the above instead

Say It Wrong, Make It Right

Summary: In a humorous and heartwarming Valentine's Week special, you try to confess your feelings to Ratio. However, your nerves get the best of you, and your note intended to ask him out instead says, “Get out of my school.” Ratio, initially confused and offended, eventually uncovers the truth behind your accidental blunder. With a rare smile and a touch of intellectual humor, he forgives you, leading to an unexpected yet sweet first date.

Tags: Ratio x Reader, Fluff, Crack Fic, Valentine's Week Special, Humor, Confession Gone Wrong, Romance, Awkward Situations, Lighthearted.

Warnings: Mild embarrassment, Miscommunication (note mishap).

The crisp sound of a note sliding across a desk broke the silence in the grand, book-filled lecture hall of the Intelligentsia Guild. Dr. Ratio, resplendent in his signature violet hair and gilded academic attire, arched a sharp eyebrow. A folded piece of paper had been tucked neatly among his meticulously arranged lecture materials.

It wasn’t unusual for students or colleagues to slip him notes—requests for feedback, invitations to debates, or even philosophical challenges. But this one was…different. The words scrawled across the page struck him like an unsolved paradox.

"Get out of my school."

For a moment, his brilliant mind short-circuited. He read the message again, tilting the note as if a different angle might offer clarity. Ratio frowned, a rare crack in his ever-confident façade. Was this…a declaration of rivalry? A disgruntled student's rebellion? A threat to his very presence in the academic world?

“Impossible,” he muttered, crumpling the note with an uncharacteristically indignant flourish. “Who would dare suggest such an intellectually void sentiment?”

Little did he know, hidden behind a bookshelf nearby, you—his most dedicated (and nervous) admirer—were suppressing a panic attack.

You hadn’t meant to insult the man you admired most in the universe. Quite the opposite, in fact. Your original intention had been to ask Ratio—genius extraordinaire, passionate educator, and your longtime crush—on a date.

But writing the note was harder than expected. You’d rewritten it at least twenty times, the final draft intended to read:

"Go out with me after school?"

But in your anxiety-fueled haste, you’d swapped the words. Now your awkward attempt at romance looked like a straight-up expulsion notice. And Ratio? He was thoroughly unimpressed.

You peeked around the corner just in time to see him march out of the lecture hall, his alabaster headpiece under one arm, and the offending note in his other hand. His muttering grew fainter as he strode away, but you caught snippets: “Ignorant…crude…unworthy of my intellect…”

You sank to the floor, face buried in your hands. “What have I done?”

The rest of the day passed in a haze of guilt and dread. By the time the final bell rang, you’d resolved to find Ratio and explain the misunderstanding. You tracked him down in his private study—a grand, duck-adorned sanctuary filled with intricate charts and shelves overflowing with books.

He was seated at his desk, his posture immaculate, the crumpled note smoothed out before him. His eyes bore into it as if trying to extract its hidden meaning. When you entered, his gaze snapped to you.

“Ah, the instigator of this…” he gestured dramatically to the note, “intellectual atrocity. Care to explain yourself?”

You winced. “I—I didn’t mean it! I swear!”

Ratio leaned back, crossing his arms with a mixture of suspicion and intrigue. “Then what, pray tell, was the intent behind this baffling message?”

Your face turned crimson as you fumbled for words. “I, um… I was trying to ask if…if you’d go out with me after school…”

Ratio blinked, his formidable intellect apparently momentarily unable to process your words. “…Go out? With me?”

You nodded frantically, every fiber of your being screaming for the floor to swallow you whole. “Yes! I wanted to ask you on a date, but I—I panicked, and I messed up the note…”

For a moment, there was silence. Then, to your utter disbelief, Ratio threw back his head and laughed. It wasn’t a mocking laugh but rather a genuine, amused chuckle that softened the sharp edges of his usual demeanor.

“By the Aeons,” he said, still smiling, “you managed to turn a simple confession into what I assumed was an eviction notice. Fascinating. Truly, you may be the only person alive capable of such…creative phrasing.”

You stared at him, mortified. “I’m so sorry. I understand if you think I’m ridiculous—”

Ratio stood abruptly, his imposing presence suddenly a little less intimidating. “Ridiculous? Hardly. Your error was unique, if nothing else. And as someone who values ingenuity…” He offered you a small, rare smile. “I suppose I can forgive it.”

Your heart soared. “Does that mean…you’ll go out with me?”

He studied you for a moment, then nodded. “Very well. But only under one condition.”

“What is it?”

He leaned in slightly, his eyes gleaming with intellectual mischief. “You must promise never to write me another note unsupervised.”

You burst out laughing, relief washing over you. “Deal.”

As the two of you left his study together, you couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, your disastrous confession had been the start of something extraordinary.

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glowettee · 2 months ago

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hiii angel! i was wondering if you could give me some tips on how to get out of the planning stage. i always plan everything super well (goals, assignments, new habits, etc.) but i can't seem to actually do what i set out to do. thank youuu <333

how to get out of the planning stage and take action

hiii angel!

so sorry this reply is a little late, currently have over 20 asks in my tumblr inbox and 39 submissions for glowettee hotline, + i've been busy with school!! <3 trying my best here 😭😭

i totally get where you're coming from. for the longest time, i've chatted with so many lovely souls who plan every detail down to the tiniest nuance but still find themselves stuck in that comfortable space called the planning stage. it's such a familiar feeling – the allure of a perfect plan is hard to resist, yet the leap from paper to action often feels like a giant jump into the unknown.

first off, it’s important to remember that planning is a beautiful part of who we are. i adore mapping out goals, assignments, and habits because it gives a sense of structure and purpose. however, when our plans become so intricate that they keep us from living and experimenting in the real world, they can inadvertently hold us back. so, here are some tips that might help you step out of the planning cocoon and into the vibrant dance of doing.

tip number one: break the step into a micro-action. instead of looking at a major goal as a single massive project, try to identify the tiniestttt action that will move you forward. for example, if your goal is to start a new habit like journaling, begin by simply writing one sentence a day. that small step feels almost trivial, but it lowers the barrier and starts a chain reaction. each micro-action is a little celebration of progress, and before you know it, you’re writing a full entry without even noticing how natural it has become. this is really helpful especially when you tend to procrastinate, (like mee) breaking down a task can be sooo helpful, and checking off little sub-tasks, getting closer to completing the base-task is so satisfying, just make sure to not have too many sub-tasks as it can get kind of overwhelming.

tip number two: embrace the idea of imperfection. our plans often feel like a promise to ourselves that everything must be flawlessly executed. but truthfully, life thrives on surprises and little missteps. give yourself the grace to experiment and to be imperfect. if you try something and it doesn’t go as planned, see it as a delightful learning curve rather than a failure. each imperfect attempt is closer to your goals, one that adds character and charm to your journey.

tip number three: set a playful deadline. if the thought of beginning feels overwhelming, create a fun, short timeframe for starting. set a timer for 15 or 20 minutes and that period is solely dedicated to moving from planning into doing. it’s like a little challenge to yourself, a mini-adventure that transforms the abstract into something tangible. when you’re engaged in this light, timed action, the pressure of perfection fades into the background. i tried this multiple times, for example, after i planned out a workout routine that totaled up to 35 minutes, i ended up procrastinating and not doing it, until i decided to set a timer for 10 minutes and i did a few exercises from the routine i planned, and accomplished about 6 of them! it make me feel so good and a day later i ended up doing the full routine, and now i do it everyday <33

tip number four: share your dream out loud. there��s something incredibly powerful about voicing your plans. it doesn't matter if you chat with a friend, jot your intentions in a personal note, or even share a snippet on your blog, you invite accountability into your space. hearing your plans out loud can make them feel more real, shifting them from thoughts into your life’s reality. i see a lot of tumblr blogs do it, for example the 100-day productivity challenge, it's super common on here. it not only adds commitment but might also bring unexpected encouragement or fresh perspectives from someone who gets you.

tip number five: create an action ritual. sometimes, a gentle ritual can signal your brain that it’s time to switch from planning mode to action mode. for me, it might be making a delciiousss smoothie (i love doing this), or playing a specific calming spotify playlist, or simply taking a few deep breaths before diving in. if you try to create a little ritual, you’re setting a clear boundary, a small, charming ceremony that honors both your planning side and your doing side.

tip number six: allow for what i call a “trial and error” mindset. instead of pressing yourself to hit the bullseye on the first try, treat every action as a cutseyy experiment. consider each attempt a hypothesis, and your goal is simply to learn something new from each experiment. this mindset not only reduces the fear of failure but also makes the journey more about self-discovery than about ticking off checklists. over time, each experiment, regardless of the outcome, becomes a stepping stone toward more confident actions.

tip number seven: mix planning with spontaneity. while it might sound contradictory, mixing your structured plans with unscheduled moments of spontaneity can really shake things up. allow yourself a bit of wiggle room in your schedule, moments where you simply go with the flow. these spontaneous choices can open up creative pathways that a strictly planned day might suppress. sometimes, the best discoveries come when you let go and simply enjoy the moment.

tip number eight: reflect on your “why.” before diving into any action, it can help to take a step back and remind yourself why you started planning in the first place. reconnect with the heart of your goal, the emotion behind it, this can be for personal growth, academic success, or simply the joy of creating something new. that connection, that inner spark, can serve as a strong motivator to nudge you out of over-analysis and into real action.

little note from mindy: planning is an art form and a comfort zone, but it’s not the destination. it’s a gentle stepping stone to a world of possibilities where every little step forward counts. your plans are a lovely blueprint, and nothing is more exciting than watching those blueprints come to life bit by bit. take a deep breath, trust in your instincts, and let your actions bloom and flow naturally.

i hope these tips bring a bit of encouragement and help you balance between the beauty of planning and the thrill of doing. sometimes, the journey itself is a mix of trials, errors, and surprising successes. but i assure you, it's all a part of the process.

thank you for sharing your thoughts and for trusting me with your question. your journey is uniquely yours, and your honesty in sharing these challenges is something to celebrate. keep planning, keep dreaming, and most importantly, find joy in taking those small yet bold steps forward.

love, mindy

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felassan · 3 months ago

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Some more DA:TV and related snippets from Sylvia Feketekuty, Part 6. rest of post under a cut due to length and spoilers. [Post One, Post Two, Post Three, Post Four, Post Five]

User: "after [Emmrich and Rook's] argument they don’t really bring it up again, is it pretty much the case that Rook being lost in the fade made them both realise what was important so that conversation wasn’t really needed? or did they have it off-screen?" // Sylvia Feketekuty: ""is it pretty much the case that Rook being lost in the fade made them both realise what was important so that conversation wasn’t really needed? or did they have it off-screen?" I think either one is valid. There's some time skips, so I figured if you imagined your Rook and Emmrich talking about the argument, it could've happened while, say, they're traveling to the Necropolis. Flow-wise it seemed best to rely on that passage of time to smooth that part over, and get to the point where we enter the talk by the coffin. Or perhaps they're so in-sync that, like you said, Rook and Emmrich feel they can just move on. (If you bring Emmrich to Isle of the Gods he's apologetic there, and Rook picks up on it, so maybe that was enough short as it was.) (To my mind it's not a huge thing to declare one way or another, but I'd prefer this one to be player's choice)" [source, two, three, four]

User: "had a question about emmrich's last name. i know there is a banter with harding that confirms it is a commoner name, but i was interested in what his surname breaks down into meaning? I assumed volk=folk perhaps, but is there any other meaning/significance? thank you!" // Sylvia: "You pretty much have it right with "volk" = people. I liked the idea that Volkarin would sound fancy to someone speaking English (well Harding's not speaking English per se, but you know), but have its roots in something that plain. So yeah basically I got a kick out of the thought that in Nevarra, Emmrich's last name is the equivalent of Smith, or Jones, or Wilson. (The "arin" part is just because I thought together it paired well with "volk")" [source, two]

User: "With Hezenkoss, as a romanced rook, it feels like she's a bit jealous and was stuck in a one sided crush with her "friend" Was this intended? Or was she just competitive and annoyed at his popularity with everyone?" // Sylvia: "I always pictured Hezenkoss as annoyed that as they grew up, Emmrich become popular and effortlessly well-liked, while she, with her sheer brilliance, was clearly resented by jealous fools. Fools!!! (I pictured Johanna needling Emmrich over his romance mostly her going 'now there's some nice sore-spots I can press' because she has correctly anticipated his insecurities.) "become popular" Arg I meant to write BECAME. Cripes." [source, two, three] // Sylvia: "TBC I also don't want to invalidate any head-canons! My general rule is that if it's not stated outright in game, it's up for interpretation, regardless of my thoughts. La mort de l'auteur, etc." [source]

User: "I recently made an appreciation post on reddit how relatable he is for me and how it helped me with my anxiety. There were also other users agreeing and sharing their love for the character." // Sylvia: "I read your post and the others, and I'm glad meeting Emmrich touched people like that. His story was a team effort, and everyone making him knew we needed to hit this theme right. (His actor Nick Boraine deserves especial praise for nailing those lines.) I have indeed experienced what Emmrich does, and from the thread and other fan interactions, it's not an uncommon thing. If I can offer something I read a long time ago: you have the right to think about death without being in a state of absolute fear. I don't know why, but that thought helped me focus when things were rough. Maybe because it was correct: we DO have that right. Even if life and our own psyches conspire against us, it's ours." [source, two, three] // User: "I felt seen in a way I never have when Emmrich said he is terrified of dying. I've had panic attacks about it since I was old enough to understand what death is. Thank you for making so many feel seen and helping people realize its not just *them.*" // Sylvia: "I'm really glad it helped, because the conclusion I've come to is this is more common than we think, it's just not something people talk about." [source]

Sylvia: "(Full credit to the great feedback I got from the other writers and editors early on [re: Emmrich], he wouldn't be as good without them.)" [source] // Sylvia: "All credit to the team, especially the writers and editors who gave feedback that made him so much better during those early days and beyond." [source]

Sylvia: ""who came up with Davrin's "hand-to-bone combat" line?? 🤣" Haha that was Davrin's writer, John Dombrow! I'll let him know you (and other people) got a chuckle out of it!" [source]

User, on Manfred: ""I'm so curious -what about the almonds caught his fancy, and why so many?" Some things are a mystery even to me when it comes to Manfred. (Whatever his reason, I thought as a vegetarian Emmrich would probably have a lot of nuts handy which was the germ of the idea.)" // Sylvia: "Some things are a mystery even to me when it comes to Manfred. (Whatever his reason, I thought as a vegetarian Emmrich would probably have a lot of nuts handy which was the germ of the idea.)" [source]

User: "When Rook romances Emmrich, through banter we can see that Emmrich is surprised that the other companions know about the relationship, and also h says to Johanna that it's a private matter. Is it because he wants to keep things private only, is it because he is worried that Rook may not be the one true love, or is he worried about the age gap, or all these reasons and/or others?" // Sylvia: "In this particular case, I think Emmrich just wanted to be discrete because he didn't want to assume it was a serious thing, and for people to think HE thought it was serious. (Though his line to Hezenkoss is snappish specifically because he knows she's needling him, haha.)" [source]

Sylvia: Down Among the Dead Men and Luck in the Gardens "mean a lot to me, being my first published stories in a book.)" [source]

User: "Are there any other areas of Thedas that you think young Altus mages would tour? Poor Dorian looked like a fish out of water in Ferelden." // Sylvia: "Completely talking off the cuff here, but Orlais and Antiva, certainly, and some of the "better" Free Marcher states seem like good candidates. (Poor Ferelden! Always forgotten by the north.)" [source]

User: "I know you said previously that emmrich doesn't really vibe with cats or dogs But like if rook already has a dog or something (that someone is like pet sitting for them while they're kicked out of their faction and traveling with varric) would that be a deal breaker" // Sylvia: "Nah that'd be fine, they're not his favorites but he'll put up with them for Rook." [source]

Sylvia: "I have indeed seen Cushing's version of Hound of the Baskervilles, for some reason that part where he whirls around and throws the knife is embedded into my brain. What a great Holmes he made." [source]

User: "1. Where did Emmrich live in Nevarar when he was a child? 2. When do you think his birthday is? 👀 3. How did Johanna know him?" // Sylvia: "1. He lived inside the bounds of Nevarra City itself. He's always been a city boy. 2. For some reason, he feels like a January/February birthday to me. 3. They met as young students in the Mourn Watch." [source]

User: "if Emmrich didn't think it was serious when he'd always wanted one true love -apparently-, why did he embark on this relationship, especially with so much passion?" // Sylvia: "I think he thought it wouldn't be so serious at first, but then things progressed. And people want conflicting things, sometimes." [source]

User: "I really love Strife being a love interest for Emmrich! What lead to him as the choice if he isn't romanced?" // Sylvia: "The writing team discussed who felt right, and I liked that Strife was from one of the factions because it gives the feeling of your followers interacting with the wider world. And I felt Strife would provide a nice contrast with the romance with Rook. Unlike them, he's more established in his place in the world, like Emmrich is. Just felt like a different dynamic." [source, two] // User: "Strife balances Emmrich well since they are both interested in study but have gone about it differently." // Sylvia: "Agreed! (I wish I had thought to put it like that.)" [source]

User: "how are pets and animals honoured in the Necropolis and by the Mourn Watchers? The same as any other being?" // Sylvia: "Beloved animals are absolutely permitted to be buried with families. Mild Necropolis exploration spoiler: inside the passage you unlock after finding all the wisps in the belfry area, there's actually some caskets for faithful hounds interred in the crypt." [source]

User: "My question is do the mourn watcher/nevarra in general raise their pets after they die to keep them around? like a dog skeleton with a whisp in it?" // Sylvia: "To be honest I hadn't thought out this one, but it's a very good question. I'm not sure how common that would be, or even if it's permitted to have pets running around the family crypt. (I definitely thing people would WANT to do it.) You know, I think I'm going to have to leave this one in the vague quantum foam of the future. I think I'd want to not only double check existing lore, but answer that in-game (or in a book or etc.) if we ever need to. (Hope that's not too much of a cop out. Sometimes I like to leave questions I'm not sure about alone, because until it's in an official game or story, it doesn't quite count.)" [source, two, three]

User: "how long has Manfred been under Emmrich's care?" // Sylvia: "That's a good question, yet another thing I left a little vague in case I needed to define it concretely in the future. And since I've left, the answer is very much in my head only. But I feel it's likely to have at least been a decade. (Hezenkoss acts like she knows about Manfred, I figure she could've met him during an earlier clash. But I don't think Manfred was around when she and Emmrich were young students.)" [source, two]

User: "if Emmrich had tattoos, on what theme would they be?" // Sylvia: "Something anatomical/surgical, patterned on the MW's mystic theories of the body and death, feels appropriate to me." [source]

Sylvia: "BioWare put out an infographic about choices a few weeks ago, and "lich" was winning out. 1) When Emmrich says how he feels will change did he just mean his senses or is it on an emotional level?" He's definitely talking about his senses in that scene. On an emotional level: unknown. (I imagine it WOULD change someone because it's such a big shift, but exactly what does it do, mystically, if anything, is something I'd like to leave alone since I didn't really cover that in the game, and it feels like it'd been bigger consideration if that makes sense.) I kind of want how the lich-romance proceeds to live in players' imaginations, purely so people can tailor it to their own story. I'm afraid any writer-declaration would narrow the possibilities instead of expanding them, if that makes sense." [source, two, three, four]

Sylvia: ""I've been waiting for Nevarra for years and it was everything i could have dreamed of and MORE!" I'm very glad to hear it. The rest of the Necropolis team and I were very excited to finally get to portray even a small portion of the ancient and hallowed graves of Nevarra." [source]

User: "If I remember correctly, we only really see Emmrich use necromantic magic in-game. Are there other types of magic (elemental, healing/spirit, etc) that you think he would gravitate toward?" // Sylvia: "Hrm. He does have a bit of healing magic, mechanically in combat. It coudl work, but somehow I don't think Emmrich would ever be a high-level healer. He could maybe get the basics but it's not his great gift. Something about the gravic magic of the force mage specialty feels appropriate though." [source]

Sylvia: "I'm so glad you liked meeting and getting to know our necromancer. (Huge props to our cinematic and audio team on that garden scene, it was incredible seeing it come in finished for the first time.)" [source]

Allegra Clark: "I just wanted to say that I miss you so much and I’m so excited for whatever comes next in your career. Josephine means so much to me and I’ve fallen utterly in love with Emmrich (how dare you, he’s perfect). Thank you for trusting me with your child over a decade ago ❤️" [source] // Sylvia: "Allegra! Thank you so much! I'm so excited you've been digging our gentleman necromancer. I hope you've been seeing people ping me about their love of Josephine. I heard someone very good did her voice.. Thank YOU for embodying her so quickly and completely!" [source, two]

User: "how was Emmrich doing when Rook was trapped in the Fade?" // Sylvia: "Probably very poorly! Poor man would've been incredibly anxious and working all hours towards a solution." [source]

User: "So i asked you before what music emmrich does like but um is there any music he hates I feel like he'd die if someone took him to a death metal concert XD" // Sylvia: "I think that's a good one to pick, lol. "It's all just noise!"" [source]

User: "Did Emmrich teach (or at least attempt to teach) Manfred how to read?" // Sylvia: "I think that was beyond his skillset, beforehand; Manfred could be taught to recognize objects, but the abstraction of reading was one step too much at that point." [source]

User: "Do Mourn Watchers undergo a Harrowing?" // Sylvia: "They do! You may've missed it but there's a MWer in the Necropolis who mentions MW Harrowings if you go by them. (The MW has had to suspend theirs because chaos in the Fade.) But that's a temporary suspension, probably resolved by the time the credits roll. In general: I figure that if you're a mage who underwent a harrowing in some other circle, that stands, but that the MW would also perform harrowings for students they took in early. Also: not a silly question! It doesn't really come up with the MW except that one ambient line, and it's very easy to miss." [source, two, three]

User: "Doing a 3rd MW playthrough after not playing one for a couple of months feels like coming home again" // Sylvia: "That's some commitment to the dead! The Mourn Watch approve." [source]

User: "if two mourn watchers were to share a piece of grave dowry between them, that's grounds for a serious relationship?" // Sylvia: "You mean like each one having the half of a necklace, or having the same bit of gold made into matching rings? Or swapping jewelry? Either way, what a nice idea. It could be!" [source]

Sylvia: "Emmrichwas very much the work of the team, including some very good feedback early on from the other writers and editors." [source]

Sylvia: "The team and I were also super excited to get to explore the Necropolis. It was an honour to open up the tombs to everyone." [source]

User: "Emmerich's particular respect for trans characters was extremely enticing to me." // Sylvia: "Thanks, I'm glad he resonated. (Some trans colleagues kindly spent the time to give me some feedback on the wording of the lines, which I think made them way better.)" [source]

User: "Emmrich is so amazing" // Sylvia: "Thank you again, that is incredible to hear. (And I want to mention, only possible with the team; they helped improve the story every step.)" [source]

Sylvia: Tevinter Nights "was a fun collection to work on" [source]

User: "Does lich Emmrich feel anything when Rook kisses him or touches him?" // Sylvia: "yeah, I don't think he's "numb" so to speak, he can sense a touch (with his new powers from beyond the graaaaaave 🪦💀🌹)" [source]

User: "about Emmrich so i know he's into flowers and botany but is he into plant meanings and symbolism" // Sylvia: "I think he is - Emmrich mentions some flowers that are "famed in verse and song", I think he'd enjoy reading up on the cultural importance and symbolism layered on to them." [source]

User: "Obv the game mechanics require Rook to make the choice but would a romanced Emmrich choose to become a Lich if the choice was in his hands? Would he abandon his dream for love?" // Sylvia: "I must refuse to answer on the grounds that it's too melancholy to contemplate. ;_;" [source]

User: "On the dinner date in the Necropolis I loved how Emmrich felt philosophical, it was so relatable, especially when he talked about the connection to something finer than we are. It was magical!" // Sylvia: "I'm really pleased that last part of the dinner date, resonated with you, I was trying really hard to get a certain feeling across." [source]

User: "What month do you think Emmrich was born in? I really wanna know what my guy's zodiac sign is" // Sylvia: "I don't know anything about zodiac stuff but weirdly, I do have a range, for some reason I always thought it'd be January or February." [source]

User: "1. How does Emmrich feel about children, both in general and possibly having them? 2. Would Emmrich be into gift-giving?" // Sylvia: "1. In general, he likes kids okay, and tries to be kind, but his students are mostly older so he doesn't really chat with many. Regarding having them, if circumstances aligned so that was the case, I think he'd be excited if maybe a little overwhelmed by the thought. 2. I think so! Not overbearing about it, but he would like to show some tokens of affection at appropriate times. (There's no way he's not delighted to get gifts.)" [source, two]

User: A more recent one but thanks to Sylvia Feketekuty it was the whole arc with Emmrich and his fear of dying because it's something I often experience myself and I don't think it's ever been addressed in a video game before and it was done so well in DA:TV too." // Sylvia: "Thank you so much! It means a lot to me too, to hear that it resonated with you." [source]

Sylvia: [Emmrich] "was the work of many other devs we're toasting here too, everyone working on Emmrich and the Mourn Watch went fully in." [source]

User: "I've wanted to thank you for all your work on DA. Emmrich, Manfred, and the Necropolis kept me going through some rough months. I was delighted to learn that you wrote Josephine too. I hope to see more of your work in the future. You're an amazing writer." // Sylvia: "Thank you, Kobra! And I'm very glad that meeting Emmrich and exploring the necropolis brought you some comfort." [source]

User: "One more question, if I may-- Is there any lore you can share about how pet remains are treated in Nevarra? I think I remember skeletal horses pulling a carriage in TN. (This might have something to do with me picking up my dead rabbit's cleaned skull from a taxidermist today and having Feels)." // Sylvia: "Beloved pets and other animal companions are very often interred along with their families. (You can actually see the burial place of some hounds in the corridor that opens up once you find all the wisps in the belfry. It was such an nice touch added by the level artist and level designer.)" [source]

User: "What would you say is the most important holiday in Nevarra? Or The Necropolis and how do they celebrate it?" // Sylvia: "I have nothing canonical written down or the like. But if I had to pick one, it would be the autumn ancestral pageants. There's the obvious connection with real life celebrations around death in in the fall, and the Mourn Watch and other mortalitasi would certainly come out for that." [source]

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Sylvia: [Emmrich] "was the work of many other devs we're toasting here too, everyone working on Emmrich and the Mourn Watch went fully in." [source]

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Sylvia: [Emmrich] "was the work of many other devs we're toasting here too, everyone working on Emmrich and the Mourn Watch went fully in." [source]

Sylvia: "Saw another misconception I wanted to clear up - I saw someone attribute Calpernia and Samson's quests in DAI to me. Not so! Those fine quests and characters were written by Jo Berry" [source] // Jo Berry: "And you took great care of them when I went on to other things 💙" [source] // Sylvia: "It was a pleasure!" [source]

User: "Are you happy with the theme Hans Zimmer and Lorne Balfe gave for him and the Mourn Watch? For me I love hearing it, cause it truly suits him!" // Sylvia: "I loved the theme! I worked with our music director Ron Dazo to explain the character to them, and I think they all nailed it. A solid character theme needs to be able be remixed for different purposes, and this action version is also one of my favorite tracks: [link]" [source]

User: "Not so much needing a massive explanation more curiosity after a friend and I have been conspiratorial for fun: do you think that Nevarra had their own religion before the Chantry became the most common religion in the country? That they worshipped a different deity or deities?" // Sylvia: "Took me a moment to double check, but Nevarra canonically had a history of animism in the distant past with the Planasene tribes. So probably yes, though we've left the nature of the animism fuzzy." [source]

[question about a 'Veiljumper triangle language'] // Sylvia: "Oh dang, I'm sorry I don't know at all. (The reason some MW-language inscriptions have a real meaning, and some are just gibberish, is that I suggested it'd be fun to do translatable words. But by the time I brought that up, some objects with that script had already been outsourced and completed.) It could be those triangles have no real-world translation, but this is a case where my guess is as good as yours." [source, two]

User: "is 'hot undead' a thing?" // Sylvia: "haha! I must leave that to the interpretations of the viewer"

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