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greykolla-art · 15 days ago
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This is such a fun art style to work with!😂
I’ve always liked the friendship between Asterix and Getafix.
Always chilling on the sidelines together while everyone else fight.😜
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worldlxvlys · 10 months ago
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hiiii!!! so can I have a chubby ready or a plus size reader for matt?? it can be a smut or fluff. you can chose.
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matt sturniolo x plus size! reader
warnings: smutttt, cursing, semi-public sex, p in v, unprotected sex, tittie fixation, oral + handjob (male receiving), slight overstimulation, lots of praise + fluff
a/n: i love youuuu <33
i do this every time.
i convince myself that it’ll end different, that maybe it will go well for me for once; but of course not.
how silly of me to think that something as simple as clothes shopping would be as easy for me as it is everyone else.
now here i was, standing in front of the mirror in the fitting room, comparing myself to the girl i saw on tiktok wearing the exact dress.
except, on her, it actually looked good.
don’t get me wrong, there are plenty of times where i love my body and i feel confident. this just wasn’t one of them.
because on her, it hugged every single curve on her body perfectly. the dress was damn near made for her.
it was silly of me, really, i set myself up for disappointment.
of course the dress looked perfect for her, i’m not her. usually, i’d just suck it up and look for different clothes.
but, how could one piece of clothing look so drastically different on two different people?
when i imagined myself in this dress, this is not what i had in mind.
but i guess i should just be grateful they even had it in my size, right ? when i first walked into the store, i wasn’t even sure they would.
plus size clothing is hard enough to find, especially in LA.
i shook my head lightly as i stared at myself in the reflection.
“what’s wrong ? you don’t like it?” matt asked, taking in my disappointed expression.
he moved to wrap his hands around my waist from behind, staring at my reflection in the mirror.
“it’s ok, i guess. it’s just…not what i envisioned it to look like on me” matt knew exactly what that meant without me having to say a word.
“was what you were picturing based on your body, or someone else’s?” i let out a sigh as i turned away from the mirror.
“look, i’m sure it looked good on her body type, but it looks amazing on yours” he gently cupped my jaw with his hand, moving it so my gaze was back on the mirror.
“why would you want it to look like it does on her when it looks breathtaking on you?” he asked, rubbing circles into my hips.
“you’re just saying that” i spoke lightly. he pushed his hips into mine suddenly, his hard dick poking my thigh eagerly.
“does that feel like i’m just saying it?” he rasped. “you look good, bet you’ll feel even better”
“matt” i let out a whine as his fingers ran up and down my thigh.
“what do you like about it?” he asked as he began to leave teasing kisses along the back of my neck.
i tried to focus on my breathing rather than his hand teasingly moving closer and closer to my core before retreating back down my leg.
“nothing to say? i’ll answer for you, then” he whispered into my ear, his hand disappearing under the dress.
“i like how it shows off these pretty thighs” he breathed, rubbing my thigh gently.
“i like how it covers your tits to everyone else, but when i wanna see them, all i have to do is…” he trailed off before untying the front of the dress, watching as it loosened and my tits fell free.
“so fucking gorgeous” he mumbled to himself, gently caressing my boobs.
“i like how it’s the perfect length, such easy access” he whispered the last part to himself, finding the waistband of my panties and pulling them down.
“i don’t know if it’s the dress i like so much as that fucking body” he spoke, turning me around to look at me.
“i love every inch of you” he spoke as he sat me down on the small bench.
he pulled down his pants and boxers, his dick springing free while i watched in anticipation.
the sounds of my soft moans filled the dressing room as matt pushed himself into me slowly.
his forehead was pressed to mine while he stared into my eyes with a look that made my heart race.
i let out a particularly loud moan when he began to thrust into me deeper, his cock kissing my cervix.
“you gotta stay quiet for me, baby. don’t want anyone hearing, do you ?” he asked as he continued to thrust into me slowly.
i covered my mouth with my hand, shaking my head as i tried desperately to contain my moans.
“feels so- god, you feel so good. you’re so good for me, my perfect girl” he groaned as he held leaned his hands on the bench on either sides of my thighs.
“you have no clue how fucking beautiful you are to me….how much you mean to me” he spoke before moving his face towards my chest.
“gonna show you” he whispered before bringing my nipple into his mouth.
“hmph, matt” my moans were muffled by my hand, my free hand finding its way to his head.
my head fell back into the wall behind me as matt swirled his tongue around my nipple, licking and teasing the sensitive bud.
when he finished, my boob had dark marks on it, staying attached to his mouth by a string of spit.
“god, i love your tits” he mumbled before getting to work on the other one.
his tongue worked my nipple while he continued to thrust sharply and deeply into me.
i tugged on his hair harshly, eliciting a moan from him while he looked up at me, watching me fall apart under him.
“matt i’m so close” i moaned out rather loudly, causing him to pull away from my boob.
he brought his lips to mine, swallowing my moans as our lips danced across each others.
i wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him as close to me as possible as our lips molded together.
“look so pretty like this, my love. so good for me, could fuck you like this all day” he whispered against my lips.
my eyes squeezed shut when he reached between us to rub my clit, my jaw falling slack.
“matt-” “i know” he cut me off, feeling me clench around him, “come on, give it to me baby. i got you” he whispered as i cried out.
my legs shook around him, hands squeezing his biceps as i released all over him.
my body continued to shake lightly, the aftershocks hitting me every now and then as matt continued to thrust into me.
“can i-” he cut himself off with a guttural groan, “will you let me cum on your tits? please?” he asked me through his grunts.
my face lit up at that, “yes please” i answered. he grinned at that, pulling out as soon as i agreed.
i took his length into my hand, pumping him quickly and watching his face contort in pleasure. “fuck, you’re so good to me” he breathed out.
“you deserve it” i told him “you close? gonna cover me in your cum?” i asked him, his cock twitching at the statement.
“yea, fuck yes”
i stroked him a few more times before thick spurts of his cum flew out of his tip, dripping down my chest.
“yes, yes, yes, yes" he chanted, his voice breaking slightly.
i continued to pump him, watching his seed flow out of his tip, before he pulled my hand away.
“s-sensitive baby” he groaned out, knees beginning to buckle slightly.
“gotta clean you up, right ?” i asked before bringing his tip into my mouth, his hand automatically flying to cover his own.
his eyes rolled to the back of his head as i licked him slowly and gently, collecting every drop of his pleasure and swallowing it.
i removed him from my mouth with a pop, smiling in satisfaction at his fucked-out state.
i brought my hand to my tits, wiping him off of me and licking my hand.
“you trying to kill me?” he asked, mouth hung slightly.
“there are no paper towels” i shrugged at him.
he lightly shook his head, a small smile overtaking his features while he helped me to fix myself up.
i helped him do the same, before picking up the dress.
“so ? are we buying it?” he asked, eyes filled with hope. i smiled at him lightly, “hm, yeah, i think so” i answered.
his smile grew wider at that, “good, because that won’t be the last time i fuck you in that dress” he whispered into my ear.
“well, in that case, i might have to wear it again today”
🧡🧡🧡🧡
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menagerofmischief · 3 months ago
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Ask and you shall receive!!! With nico rosberg
Stuffed cherry tomatoes served cold with fish and chips, chicken quesillda, and spring rolls. Drinks are ice tea, black coffee, and iced water.
Have fun!! 😉
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Dia's Diner Menu
stuffed cherry tomatoes sugar daddy cold appetizer rough sex fish and chips "Where are your manners" chicken quesadilla "So pretty with my cock down your throat" spring rolls "All you do is complain, perhaps I should shut you up" ice tea oral black coffee chocking iced water dirty talk
Nico Rosberg x sugar baby!reader
TW: blowjob, mean-ish!nico at the start, gagging, chocking, hair pulling
WC: 1k
A/N: nico rosberg, my favorite pop queen <3. this is actually so bad, I hate it but I'm mentally drained and this was the best I could do. also I added lance, arthur and mick to the menu if anyone is interested in requesting for them.
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The whole car ride home was unsettlingly quiet. Nico was mad, I knew it. His hands gripping the steering wheel as he sped through the busy city traffic, passing cars like he was still on the track.
“Nico,” I said his name, trying to break the silence we had fallen into.
His head snapped towards me, his eyes narrowed and he gave me a look that conveyed what he wanted to say rather clearly. Stop talking.
I shut my mouth and tried to lean back into the seat of the car, knowing that we were going to be home soon and how things would go once we got there.
Soon enough we made it up to our, or rather Nico’s, penthouse. The moment the doors were shut, Nico grabbed me and pushed me against the door. 
“What was that, huh?” He asked, his voice rough. One of his hands trailed up my body and wrapped around my neck, giving it a gentle squeeze. Not enough to stop my breathing, but enough to put pressure. “Is that how I taught you to behave?”
I did my best to shake my head, my cheeks warm. “No,” I said, the word coming out as a whisper. 
Nico’s eyes fixated on mine, his pupils blown wide, and desire and lust clear in his gaze. He removed his hand from my neck and I immediately sucked in a breath. Nico moved his hands down and the sound of him unbuckling his belt filled the room.
I knew the rules we played by, I should have already been getting on my knees, desperate and wide eyed and asking to pretty please, suck his dick. But my mind was blank, my eyes focused on the way his hands moved as he opened his jeans and pulled them down. On the bulge in his black boxers, on how he took them of and on his semi-hard cock.
I snapped out of my trance once Nico’s hands were on my shoulders. Without a warning he pushed me down, making my knees hit the floor. I hissed at the contact, the tiles cold and digging into my naked skin.
I whined, looking up at him through my lashes. “You pushed me,” I said, pouting my lips. “That’s mean, Nico. You could have bruised my knees.”
I was going to keep talking but Nico grabbed my chin roughly, towering over me and looked down into my eyes. “All you do is complain,” he said, the tone of his voice dark. “Perhaps I should shut you up.”
With one hand he grabbed ahold of his dick, giving himself a few tugs and growing harder before slapping the tip against my lips. When I noticed him about to do it again, I opened my mouth, hoping that the tip would just slip right in but instead he grabbed my hair and tugged my head back.
“You really are acting like a dumb little whore tonight,” Nico said. “Where are you manners, huh?”
I whined, looking up at him, one of my hands braced against his thigh. “Please,” I said, my voice giving away how desperate I felt. “Please let me suck your cock. I need to feel it in my mouth.”
Nico humed, satisfied with my response. His hold on my hair eased up and he placed his hands against the back of my head. Not pushing me, just giving me the sensation of knowing he’s there.
As soon as he nods his head, I’m surging forward. My lips wrap around the tip, suckling on it and running my tongue over the slit to collect some of the precum that had started leaking. Nico groaned at the feeling, his hand pushing my head further, forcing me take him deeper into my mouth until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat.
He held my head there for a moment and I gagged around his length, providing the additional sensation of my throat tightening which made him moan. His hand moved away and he let me start working at my own pace.
I started bobbing my head, trying to take him all the way every time my lips glided along his dick, hollowing my cheeks and running my tongue along the vein that was on the underside of his cock.
“Fuck, there we go.” Nico said with a groan. “My pretty little slut, sucking me off so well. You look so pretty with my cock down your throat, baby.”
Nico moved one of his hands to my neck and wrapped it around my throat just as I was moving down his shaft. He laughed, the sound mixed with a moan of pleasure, and it sounded beautiful. “I can feel my dick sliding down your throat,” he said, his hand staying where it was placed. “God, your mouth feels like heaven. Keep going, baby, I’m almost there.”
That made me speed up, bobbing my head faster and doubling my efforts to make him cum. Nico’s fingers gripped my hair and that was all the warning I got before he was twitching inside of my mouth and shooting his load down my throat.
I pulled off him with a pop, the taste of his cum salty against my tongue. Without as much as a second thought I swallowed everything inside of my mouth, sticking my tongue out proudly and looking up at Nico to show him.
He smiled down at me, his cheeks flushed and mouth open as he panted, trying to catch his breath. One of his hands came to cup my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin. “Good girl, baby,” he said. “You’re such a good girl for me.”
Nico helped me up and pulled me into a messy, passionate kiss. He lifted me up into his arms, making me giggle and started making his way towards the bedroom. “Now, how about I give my good girl a little reward?”
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wileys-russo · 1 year ago
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Handyman with Leah please
handyman
"lee? babe?" you yelled out, knowing she was upstairs while you were down, frowning at your coffee table. "yeah? what's wrong?" the blondes footsteps hurriedly jogged downstairs.
"watch this." you held up a finger, placing a marble on the tabletop, the two of you frowning as it rolled right off. "i told you that you built it wrong!" you accused, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow.
"what? no i rebuilt it! i even used the instructions!" leah huffed in annoyance, dropping down to her knees and trying to twist her head to see if the surface really was uneven.
"well i hope you kept them cause i'm not having my tea and coffees slide off that thing." you warned seriously, leah grumbling to herself as she moved around the table, grunting as the marble continued to slide off each time.
"get me my tool belt would you babe?" leah requested, your ears perking up as you hurried off to do as she asked. a small smile curled onto your lips seeing your girlfriend had changed into a pair of shorts and a sports bra, the weather today unusually warm for spring in north london.
"thank you." she murmured as you handed her the tool belt, kissing your cheek before slinging it around her waist and you let out a small content sigh at the sight. leahs entire attention now fixated on the coffee table you retreated to the kitchen.
forever diligent and well aware that unless you did it your girlfriend would live off ham sandwiches, your own focus turned to meal prepping for your incredibly fussy girlfriend.
speaking of, you were well enjoying the sight of her in her little tool belt trying to fix the uneven table. she'd pulled up the instructions on her phone and her features seemed knit into a permanent frown as she scanned them.
you could tell each time she thought she was successful, making a noise of relief until you'd hear the marble once again rolling off and she would groan loudly, smacking her fist down on the table top and puffing air angrily out of her nostrils.
"baby, lunch break." you wandered over two hours later, gently poking her sides with your foot where she laid down on her back beneath the table. "you look like a mechanic." you smiled in amusement as she pushed herself out and swatted at your leg tiredly.
"i hate this stupid fucking table." her taller form melted into yours as your arms wrapped round her and comfortingly rubbed at her back, leahs head tucking into your neck as she slumped over.
"should we just get a new one?" you suggested, leah shaking her head and placing a lazy kiss to your lips as she stood up straight again. "no. i am going to fix it." she scowled as you grabbed her hand, tugging her over and pushing her to sit down at the dining room table.
"house wife duties are going well then." leah smiled coyly as you placed down a plate of food in front of her kissing her cheek. "told you babe, no ring no wife." you grinned holding up your empty hand.
"we just bought a house together woman one commitment at a time!" leah chuckled, hungrily tucking into her food as you placed a pepsi max by her side.
"could get married next or..." you trailed off sitting across from her with a suggestive smile. "i told you, we are not getting a dog!" leah warned sternly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and chugging her drink.
"why not! you love bella, don't you want to get her a little play mate?" you beamed hopefully. "i love bella cause she lives with mum, not with me. we are not getting a dog! end of." leah cut the conversation short, shoveling the last mouthful of her food in and standing abruptly.
"thank you my girl." she kissed your cheek and strode back off to continue on her duties, your eyes very much enjoying the sight as she did so, taking your time to pick and eat at your lunch just silently admiring your incredibly fit girlfriend.
and of course, her handyman tool belt that you loved so much.
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"so we're getting a new table then?" you smiled as leah finally joined you in bed, shuffling around so her head rested on your stomach as you were sat up against the headboard with a book in hand.
"i'll go and look tomorrow." leah sighed heavily in defeat, grabbing your free hand and threading it through her hair as you smiled knowing what she wanted.
"although, there was something i wanted to flag with you babe." after a few minutes of comfortable silence you were surprised to hear leah talk, assuming she would drift off as you messed about with her hair, the action of affection coupled with listening to the steady drum of your heart beat as she laid half on top of you normally sending her right to sleep.
"so i finally figured out that there was a few screws missing from the base which is what caused it to tilt." leah started, pushing herself up to sit back on her knees in front of you as you hummed.
"now you wouldn't happen to know where those screws are, would you love?" leahs hands gently squeezed your thighs as she leaned in a little closer and you shook your head. "mustn't have come in the box, faulty flat packs." you tutted as leah smiled.
"hey i was-" you started as she grabbed your book from your hand, snapping it shut and tossing it onto the bedside table. "so then these that i found in your hoodie pocket, just a weird coincidence then?" leah smirked, hand slipping into her shorts as she showed you three small screws sat on her palm.
"weird? no idea how they got there." you gasped, hint of a smile tugging at your lips as the screws joined your book by your bedside. you squealed as leah suddenly grabbed your ankles pulling you to lay down flat on the bed, moving to hover on top of you with a smirk.
"you know baby girl if you wanted to see me in my tool belt that bad all you had to do was ask?"
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wifeofnatasharomanoff · 2 years ago
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Asleep In Your Arms
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WARNINGS: Natasha Romanoff has a dick, fluff, sleepy smut, slight groping, stomach bulges, breeding kink, soft sex, established relationship/marriage, they have a son
WORDS: 1.08k
PAIRING: beefy!Natasha x f!reader
A/N: omg i haven't posted a fic in sooooo long 😭
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An infant's giggle awakens Natasha, your wife, from her deep slumber. She rubbed her eyes with her knuckles as she sat up on the bed, watching you in awe as you play with the baby in your lap beside her. “aww my little baby boy, oh, you're so cute! Yes, you are!” you baby-talked the little boy as he laughs, his stubby little hands grabbing at your face as you nuzzle your nose into his chubby cheek. “Detka..? God, what time is it?” you turn your attention to Natasha as you greet her with a soft, loving smile. “It's a little past 9 pm, darling.” she raised her brow at your words, “and you didn't think to wake me up?” you pressed a light kiss to her cheek. “You just looked so peaceful sleeping. Plus, you came back from a week long mission.”
“Babe, he's uh– Alex's biting your hair, krasivaya.” you look down to see the baby nibbling on your hair strands, your hands immediately untangling his gummy mouth from your hair. “What did mommy say about biting her hair?” you sternly asked Alex, as if he was able to understand you. “mm’o–” Natasha's eyes slightly widened at the baby's almost-spoken word, “Tasha did he just?” she frowned. “No, Alex, don't say mommy, say mama.” you nudged her side, “right, and who had to go through 9 months of pregnancy and 13 hours of labor. Because someone wanted a baby and got me knocked up.” she scoffed. “Excuse me, but you're the one who agreed—” she stopped herself, fully realizing that she had lost the argument.
“That's what I thought.” she huffed before snuggling up to your side once more, “we should make another one.” she mumbled against your waist. “...What?” she sighed as she held onto you tighter, “nothing.” you were about to respond when you felt the boy in your arms muscles relax and soft breathing heard from his direction. “Honey, is he asleep?” you whispered to the redhead, only to be answered with silence. You peeked down at her sleeping soundly, her arms wrapped around your torso. “Nat.. let go. I need to take Alex to his crib.” she muttered incoherent words as she turned to the side. You slowly got up from the bed and went to the nursery, setting down the infant with gentle hands.
Your heart ached with how cute your son looked sleeping, his chubby little face squished to the side of the soft mattress. You heard a quiet flick noise as the light of the hallway outside of the room turned on. “Natasha?” you called out and closed the nursery door behind you, peering out into the hallway. “My love, what are you doing out of bed..?” you pulled her back into the bedroom, “go back to sleep, Natty.” she looked down at you with groggy eyes. “Natasha..” you softly spoke, your hands moving to cup her face. She slid her hands down to your hips and pushed you flat on the bed. “Darling don't you think it's a bit late— oh!” she lifted up your legs and placed them on both sides of her waist.
Your eyes darted to the outline of her bulge prodding through her boxers, “you really want this, don't you, Tash?” she groaned as your smaller hand went to squeeze her clothed length. “Go on then, use me.” with your words something snapped in her, and she adamantly slipped your panties off and tossed them somewhere in the dark of the room. “’m gonna fuck you so good, baby..” she whispered, her voice raspy considering she just woke up. “Yeah? Prove it to me.” she peppered kisses trailing up your inner thigh, stopping at your wet cunt. She discarded her boxers, your gaze fixated on her girthy, long length springing free.
“Oh, fuck me.” you breathed out, she smirked as she aligned her bulbous tip with your entrance. “I'm planning on it, sweetheart.” you exhaled shakily as she inserted a few inches into your pussy. “Is– is it just me or did those missions make you more..” you admired her bite-able, muscular arms and shoulders with a lustful glint in your eyes. “More what?” you laughed silently, “oh.. nothing.” she slammed her entire cock inside your hole. “Oh God!” you moaned as she slid in and out of you at a painfully slow pace. “..Faster. Fuck me faster!” she sped up her thrusts with a harsh grip on your hips.
“Ah– mmngh you're so big..” you whined, already cock drunk over just a few movements. “You're so fuckin’ beautiful, Krasivaya.” her voice was strained, finding it unbearable to not release inside of you, your walls fluttering down on the sides of her dick didn't help either. “I- I can't t..” your words were breathless as you talked, you dug your nails deep inside Natasha's beefy shoulders as you felt her tip rubbing against your cervix. “Darling I'm.. I–” your skin felt as if it was set ablaze, heated and sweaty. “I need to– please let me cum!” you shouted as her relentless movements never stopped. You didn't want it to ever stop.
“Come on, make a mess all over my dick, baby.” she moaned loudly as she felt your walls clench around her girth. “Fuck! Nat– Nat.. Tasha- Natasha fuck!” You cried out in euphoria as you came crashing down all over her cock. “You did so good.. fuck. You're so pretty. My pretty girl.” she murmured hushed praises as she slammed back into your cunt. “mm..” you were too fucked out and tired to respond, just allowing your wife to have her way with you. “Oh, shit. I'm gonna cum.” she whined as she saw a visible bulge poking through your stomach, only driving her off the edge quicker. “Fucking hell..” her eyes screwed shut as she felt her reaching her peak.
“Gonna fill you up.. f-fuck– make you a mommy again. Hm?” you nodded feverishly, “y-yes! Cum inside me, Natty!” you softly moaned as she came deep inside you, keeping her position still without pulling out. “mmh..” she panted as her head rested on your chest, your hand lazily ran tender strokes through her red hair. “You tired big guy?” you felt a faint heartbeat and soft breathing against your chest. “What's with Romanoff's and sleeping..?” you yawned as her hold on your body grew tighter. “Goodnight, darling..” you pressed a light kiss on the top of her hair as you, too, fell asleep shortly after.
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inkdrinkerworld · 2 years ago
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I have a request if they’re open! I’m think dealer!remus comforting autistic reader since she’s scared that Remus is one of her hyper-fixactions. Totally not projecting myself into this 🫣
some of my past relationships have just felt like hyper-fixations of mine so I feel like autistic reader may feel the same idk. What do you think? 💗💗💗
i can see this and i understand this and so this was born:
liking remus and laughing at his jokes and spending time with him starts to feel weird out of nowhere.
you’re at his apartment, legs in his lap, munching on some fruit he got when you said yes to coming over, when the inkling that he might be a hyper fixation pops up.
you’re learning everything about him, spending days on end with him, doing your favourite things and his and suddenly the crush you’d had on him feels like it’ll end the moment you say the inevitable, ‘i like you more than friends remus.’
all of a sudden, your chest feels tight with your lack of surety and you curse your brain for how it works.
you can’t stop looking at him and wondering what what moment exactly will your brain decide that whatever is being built is over and he’s no longer interesting.
remus turns to you, cutting your silent crisis short with a worried look.
“what’s wrong?” he asks, squeezing your heel where it rests on his thigh.
it’s hard to find the words to tell him because if it is a hyper fixation remus should know; but then if it isn’t you run the risk of telling him of your feelings prematurely.
“dove?” he sits up straight, hand holding onto your shin now.
“s-sorry, got lost in my head.” it’s not a whole lie.
remus doesn’t seem settled with the answer and takes the almost finished bowl of assorted fruit from you and sets it on his coffee table.
“anything you can talk about?” you’re grateful for the way he phrases it and that fact makes itself known when tears spring to your eyes.
you really hope he isn’t a hyper fixation. you’re not aware that your breathing is harsh and labored until remus tugs you into his lap.
“hey,” his thumb collects the tears on the apples of your cheeks and you shut your eyes not having the heart to continue looking at him “what’s the matter, dove? you’re scaring me.”
he is scared, terrified that somehow he’s ruined whatever you both have got going on and he doesn’t know.
he doesn’t know you’re just as terrified that your brain has built him up and is about to make him come crashing down and make you disgusted by him soon enough.
“i’m sorry for crying,” you say softly and remus sucks at his teeth.
“don’t be sorry for that dove. crying is good.”
there goes your heart, racing away with his easygoing, kind words.
“you can tell me anything, y��know that yeah?” you nod, letting the feeling of his thumb stroking your cheek help regulate you.
“i think my brain is playing tricks on me,” you say softly after a couple beats of silence.
remus frowns but doesn’t interrupt. he doesn’t want to set you off the course you’ve started.
“you know how sometimes you watch a show and there’s just something about it that makes you want to know everything about everything?” you open your eyes to catch his nod.
“i think my brain is doing that with you, but the part i’m scared about is after when i’ve learnt everything there is to know.”
“why? do you think you’ll know something you don’t want to?”
you huff a laugh and shake your head. “i’m afraid that when i know everything about you, my brain will decide that’s enough and i won’t want to know anything else about you again.”
remus coos and it makes more tears spring to your eyes. he pulls your forehead to press against his, noses brushing and if you weren’t crying you’d be hyper aware of how close you are.
“i can’t promise that won’t happen,” he says gently, thumb grounding you as it continues stroking your cheek.
“but, i can promise that even if your brain decides you’re done with me, i won’t hold it against you. and i’ll always be here for when your brain decides that it wants to know something again.”
your tears don’t stop and remus doesn’t try to stop them. he holds you till you cry every last bit of moisture from your body and he holds you some more when you fall asleep clinging to him on his sofa.
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bluelocksource · 3 months ago
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Kurona Ranze’s trivia
☆ Character color: Pink.
☆ Birthday: 6th September.
☆ Current age: 16 (1st year high schooler).
☆ Zodiac: Virgo.
☆ Birthplace: Hokkaido.
☆ Family structure: Father. Mother. Himself.
☆ Current height: 168 cm.
☆ Foot size: 26.5 cm.
☆ Dominant foot: Right foot.
☆ Vision acuity: 1.2
☆ Blood type: O.
☆ Grip strength: 38 kg.
☆ Motto: "Take care of your own mood."
☆ Starts playing football: At age 4.
☆ Team before joining BLUE LOCK: Kirikizan High School Soccer Club.
切刻斬 (kirikizan) can mean 'cutting slash' or 'precise cut'.
☆ Hobby: Playing with his braid. "Since childhood, I’ve had the habit of touching my bangs when I’m daydreaming, watching TV, or concentrating. When my parents jokingly taught me how to braid, I’ve had braided hair ever since. I braid and unbraid it to get through boring classes."
☆ Favorite food: Twist bread. "It’s cute because it looks like a braid. Any flavor is fine."
☆ Food he dislike: Iga’s hard-baked rice crackers. "I chipped a tooth as a child. They’re hard. Hard.”
Iga is a city in Mie Prefecture.
☆ What goes best with rice: "I prefer bread, so I don’t know much about it."
☆ Favorite animal: Great white shark. "I feel a connection because of its jagged teeth. Jaws. Jaws."
☆ Favorite season: Spring. "It makes me want to run. RUN. RUN."
☆ Favorite football player: Lamine Yamal.
☆ Favorite song: "Onaji Yoru" by sancrib.
☆ Favorite manga: Gachiakuta.
☆ Favorite movie: Guardians of the Galaxy.
☆ Mushroom shoots vs Bamboo shoots: Bamboo shoots. "I like the crispy biscuit-like texture. Bamboo shoots sprouting up."
☆ What makes him happy: Subtle affection. "I like people who always look out for me."
☆ What makes him upset: Being yelled at. "They should just talk to me before getting angry. Anger management is important."
☆ What he thinks his strength is: "I can build relationships with others while maintaining a moderate distance. Also, I’m fast on my feet."
☆ What he thinks his weakness is:  "I tend to be quite casual about things I’m not interested in. Casual."
☆ What made him cry recently: “When my pet hedgehog passed away.”
☆ Favorite/best subject: "None in particular. None. I dislike studying."
☆ Weak/least favorite subject: "All of them. That’s why I hate studying! Don’t ask! Don’t ask!"
☆ Ideal type: Someone who maintains a moderate distance but stays close.
☆ Number of chocolates received from previous Valentine: 4.
☆ At what age he experiences first love: 8 years old.
☆ The first time he got confessed to: “A classmate told me they liked me, but it was in a mascot-like way. I was disappointed. I was really down.”
☆ Fixation: Hairstyles. "A person’s hairstyle reflects their personality."
☆ Average sleeping time: 7.5 hours.
☆ How he spend his holiday: “Training to improve my running speed. Taking care of my hedgehog (the second one). Then just relaxing casually. Relaxing.”
☆ When taking a bath, which part he washes first: His hair. "I undo my braid and carefully treat it."
☆ What he usually buy from the convenience store: "Hair ties. Hair ties."
☆ What will he do if he received 100 million yen: "I’d be shocked. Shocked."
☆ At what age he stops receiving presents from Santa: At 11 years old.
☆ What was his last wish from Santa: "Socks, for soccer. It was funny to find socks inside Santa’s stocking."
☆ What will he do during his last day on Earth: "Spend a relaxing time with my parents and my pet hedgehog (the second one)."
☆ Favorite historical figure: John Lennon.
☆ If he hadn’t encountered soccer, what will he be doing: “I might have aimed to become a pet groomer.”
☆ If he could only take one thing to a deserted island, what would it be: "I’d take my pet hedgehog (the second one) with me. Oh, the hedgehog's name is Pocari."
☆ If he had a time machine, would he go to the past or the future: The future. “I want to go really far into the future and make friends with future people.”
note: i want to apologize in advance for any mistake made in the translation!
source: Egoist Bible 2.
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timeagainreviews · 26 days ago
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The Hyperfixations of Steven Moffat
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Leading up to the Doctor Who Christmas special, I was surprised to see people expressing indifference toward the prospect of new Doctor Who. There were the usual shitbag “Not my Doctor,” homophobes and racists who add nothing but noise to the background radiation of the fandom. But there were also ride-or-die fans expressing disinterest. And it’s not like I don’t get it. The first season of RTD’s return was a bit jank. For me, it was a marked uptick in quality, but it also felt like it was trying a bit too hard. We’re also coming off the tail end of a Hell Year™, and we’re tired. Honestly, I kind of hate anyone whose biggest problem in the world right now is the Superman trailer. But I also recognise the need for escapism. Which is why a Doctor Who Christmas special and Wallace & Gromit double feature was such a welcome reprieve from Hell Year™. That was my Christmas sorted. And you know what? I had a lovely fucking Christmas.
My greatest takeaway from this double feature was that Wallace is a bit of a menace in his own right, and Moffat is a man with hyperfixations. When I say this, I don’t mean it in a judgemental way (except for Wallace, he should take more care), but rather to highlight what I think is Moffat’s main quality as a writer. Recently Moffat disclosed that he has been diagnosed autistic. As a neurospicy individual myself, I appreciate a good hyperfixation. Let this blog be exhibit A. You give an autistic or ADHD person a hyperfixation, and it’s like a dog with a bone. You can see this in the way Moffat writes about time travel. I’ve mentioned it before, but Moffat writes time travel like a young boy who got hyperfixated and couldn’t stop thinking about the implications of time travel. 
What are some of Moffat’s hyperfixations as a writer? How about names beginning with “Os”? What about women who look like Elon Musk’s mum if she were a burlesque scientist? Or young people who meet older people and become obsessed with them into adulthood? (I’m not gonna get into it, but it’s weird that it happened three times) While some of Moffat’s preoccupations are distinctly Steven, others are more widely shared. I still remember being nervous around a hobo statue my grandmother had in her basement. I used to run past it as though it were going to spring into life the moment I took my eyes off it. I understand Weeping Angels. Fear of the dark gets us the Vashta Nerada. Steven Moffat is a writer whose fixations are at the centre of his work. And part of that work lands him in hotel rooms where he has plenty of time to lie there and think about the room he’s in.
About a month ago, we were given our first taste of “Joy to the World,” with the opening scene of the Doctor going door to door in various locations attempting to deliver a ham and cheese toastie and a pumpkin spice latte. I don’t usually watch scenes ahead of their time, but the costume geek in me really wanted to see the latest variation on what has become the closest thing we’ll get to a signature look for this Doctor. I loved the butterscotch tones with the wide legged trousers. Such an iconic look. This may be one of my favourite costumes Ncuti has worn thus far. However, beyond a glimpse at the new costume, I was curious to see the Fifteenth Doctor with a different companion from Ruby Sunday. I adored Nicola Coughlan as Clare in Derry Girls, so I had to sneak a peak.
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It was rare in classic Doctor Who for a Doctor to go into a situation with no companions. The Third Doctor was alone before meeting Liz Shaw. The TARDIS engines had hardly cooled between Leela and Romana. There were also the Eighth Doctor and Grace. But for the most part, there was always a companion bridging the exchange. It’s far more common in modern Doctor Who to see the Doctor without a companion at the beginning of a story. These moments interest me because its a chance to see the Doctor’s vulnerability. With no one to impress, the Doctor feels somehow less confident. The Doctor doesn’t always need a companion to remind him when he’s gone too far, but also to remind him to feel love. Here, we see the Doctor still not used to being on his own. He pops into a hotel lobby for a couple cups of coffee before remembering he only needs the one.
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While this is a nice re-introduction to the Doctor’s current emotional state, I was a little disappointed by this being the reason the Doctor was at the Time Hotel in the first place. It’s funny that he steals coffee from hotel lobbies on the reg, but it’s a flimsy device for a story setup. Then again, that is Moffat’s way. During his run on Doctor Who it was always impressed upon us that the TARDIS always took the Doctor where he needed to be. He even reiterates this concept during the Doctor and Anita’s conversation about her sat nav. That’s sort of the Doctor’s whole thing. Go somewhere innocuous on the day when everything went to shit. Henrik’s Department Store operated for years without incident until the Nestine Consciousness showed up and the Doctor had to blow the place up. Besides, how else are you going to draw a guy who time travels and has no need for a home into a time travelling hotel? Those are like the two things he needs the least. So yeah, the Doctor steals coffees like they were TARDISes.
Along with Nicola Coughlan guest starring as Joy, we get an adorable turn from Joel Fry as the charmingly dim Trev Simpkins. While his screentime is minimal, I fell in love with Trev almost immediately. Sadly, Trev wouldn’t be long for this world, but the stars are a completely different story. Having been conscripted by the Doctor to spy on a strange man in the hotel lobby, Trev quickly becomes embroiled in the journey of the mysterious Villengard suitcase by becoming its next host. This is how we’re introduced to Joy Almondo, a young woman staying at the Sandringham Hotel, which is a bit of a flophouse. Once again, we’re reintroduced to another Moffat hyperfixation which is a weird “women be shoppin’” attitude when Joy nervously asks Anita if its obvious that she’s single. I rolled my eyes at that line, and it’s made slightly more egregious when you consider the reason Joy is by herself in this run-down hotel on Christmas Eve. Why would she be thinking of men on the night she’s very clearly mourning the loss of her mum? The brief conversation between her and the fly in her room endears us to her far more than her anxiety about finding a man in this economy.
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Ultimately, the Sandringham Hotel proves to be a lot more interesting of a location than the Time Hotel. Which is saying something considering that out of the Time Hotel’s many doors into different periods of time, one of those doors is some kind of Hobbit door. In contrast to the wacky voyeur tourism of the Time Hotel, the Sandringham Hotel was where the emotional core of the story takes place, even if I find Moffat’s conceit about hotels a bit contrived. You see, I can imagine the genesis of this story came from Moffat lying in a hotel room and considering that weird door that won’t open. We’ve all wondered about it. But he loses me a bit with his take on why people stay at such hotels.
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Back in 2016, my friend Gary came and visited me from the states. We planned a trip down to London where he could see Abbey Road and then onto Cardiff for the Doctor Who Experience and up to Liverpool to see John Lennon’s house. It was a bare-bones trip over three days that required some sacrifices in train times and accommodations. We needed a good hotel in London, but what was most important was a place to hang our heads for the evening, so we went with cheap. The hotel we ended up with, we lovingly referred to as the Hotel Mos Eisley because it was a wretched hive of scum and villany. The rooms were numbered with a devil-may-care randomness. At the top of the stairs was a slashed canvas depicting Marilyn Monroe. One of her teeth had been blacked out and a swastika was drawn on her forehead. We had to sleep with toilet paper in our ears for fear of roaches. But we met so many characters in this hotel that we remember it as a fond memory of our trip. We still laugh about it to this day. My point being, sometimes a hotel room is just a means to an end. Also, some people are just poor. It’s not that deep, Steven.
I will however concede that this isn’t lost on Steven Moffat. As I said before, a lot of humanity can be found in the mundane setting of the Sandringham. Spoilers for the Bible if you’ve not read it, but that sentiment is reiterated with the humble manger where Mary gives birth to Jesus at the end of this episode. Furthermore, the Doctor was merely making Joy angry in an attempt to wake her out of whatever control the Villengard briefcase has over her. I had read about a week ago that Moffat wanted to bring the Doctor’s meanness back into the character, something which I have been waiting for since Chibnall decided to make the Doctor constantly stoked on life. I’m not going to go back and count the number of times in this blog where I mentioned wishing they would make Jodie scarier, but it was often. The Doctor is an alien and basically a god, it’s nice to be reminded of that on occasion. Eccleston is a good Doctor, but he became a great Doctor when we saw him lose his shit in “Dalek.” Even if it was being mean to save Joy’s life, it was nice to see the manipulative cosmic being we saw in the Seventh and Eleventh Doctors.
The Doctor is forced to go the long way to save Joy in the future by boot strap paradoxing the briefcase code to himself. I really loved this year the Doctor spends with Anita, working side by side at this hotel. As my friend Taryn quipped, they did more to build the Doctor and Anita’s relationship in one episode than they did Thirteen and Yaz’s relationship in three seasons. But in this relationship, I did find a few holes, and I don’t think I’m alone in suspecting they mean something. By now, you’ve probably seen a theory or two about Anita being Mrs Flood, and I’m right there with you. While she seems perfectly nice, there are some moments when Anita feels like she’s either a woman out of time, or not of this world. She didn’t recognise police boxes, which is sort of fair. I mean, here in Glasgow, they’re everywhere. But they are still a relic. She also didn’t know what Auld Lang Syne meant. Once again, fair dos, not everyone does. But growing up in the UK and not knowing who Guy Fawkes was? Very suspicious.
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The Doctor stays with Anita for an entire year working side by side at the hotel. It gave shades of “The Lodger,” and “The Power of Three,” watching the Doctor stay in one place for an extended period while using his Doctory technology in service of mundane tasks. It was very charming and Christmassy to see the Doctor in this capacity. It only further drove home my belief that Ncuti Gatwa was a shoe-in for the Doctor. However, my internet addled-brain still laughed when they hinged a large portion of the episode’s emotional core around a hotel cuck chair. Moffat is clearly not suffering from the same brain rot as me. It’s Chibnall and VOR (see: vore) all over again. Moffat may have a lot to say about hotel rooms, but so does the internet. Sometimes, the fact that Doctor Who is made by middle aged Doctor Who nerds is entirely apparent. I suppose it’s what makes the show so wonderfully memeable. 
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Trev uses the phrase “Everywhere, all at once,” in this epsiode and I can’t help but feel like Doctor Who is dipping its toe into the metaverse. Last season we had a character called Susan Triad who was played by a woman named Susan Twist. Then the characters dance while singing that there is always a twist at the end. If Anita turns out to be Mrs Flood, then we’ll have a woman named Anita Dobson who plays a character named Anita Flood. I’m not saying this is what is happening, but it can’t be lost on RTD. Then again, Moffat did give us Oswin Oswald at the same time we got Osgood and I’ll be damned if it didn’t feel related back then too. One of the recurring theories I see people returning to is that the Doctor is in the Land of Fiction from “The Mindrobber.” Perhaps they have included the Master of the Land into the Pantheon of Gods. If you watched the trailer for season two, you’ll have noticed the large animated character emerging for the theatre screen. It’s either the deepest Eighth Doctor cut ever (Crooked World represent!) or the walls between fiction and reality are bleeding into one another. What will that mean for the Doctor, a fictional character? Doctor Who may be a staple of British culture, but it also exists in a Britain so foreign to modern Britain because it never went through a phase of Dalekmania. None the less, I sense another shakeup on the horizon.
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Speaking of Britains from a foreign reality, how about that COVID-19 representation? I say foreign from reality, because if you were to have watched Doctor Who during the pandemic, you would think that their fictional version of Britain never had to deal with the coronavirus. I’m not going to sit here and call Chibnall gutless for not including the pandemic into the storyline. I imagine it was a choice that required a meeting and they ultimately decided not to address it. If I were to guess, I would imagine they left the pandemic out of the show for two reasons. Firstly, they probably wanted Doctor Who to be a reprieve from death and despair. And secondly, they probably wanted to avoid questions like “Why doesn’t the Doctor just give everyone the cure?” So yeah, they probably did what was best at the time and left it at that. I can appreciate that. I can also appreciate them introducing it to give the Tories a proper bollocking.
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I’ve seen some complaints about Joy’s decrying the Tories as her mother gasped her final breaths in the hospital. Some people (see: idiots) thought it was too political and woke. Which, if that’s your takeaway from this episode, I pity you. If anything, the Tories got off light. I have friends who lost their mums to COVID and I was happy to see the show finally address the very real situation we survived. I’m old enough to have lived through monkey pox outbreaks, bird flu, SARS, and mad cow disease. I never met anyone who got those diseases. I’ve had COVID three times. The pandemic was out of control in a way no living human had seen since the 1920s. Doctor Who has often struggled with finding the correct tone when tackling deep issues. But I feel like they nailed it here. Oddly, it being a Christmas story allows it the proper tone to reflect on holidays spent with late loved ones.
It’s rare when I watch an episode of Doctor Who when my closest network of friends and family who watch Doctor Who are all in agreement as to its quality. Usually one of us has a grievance to air. But everyone in my little circle really enjoyed the episode. This is surprising considering the somewhat cheesy ending with Bethlehem (though I did love the idea that the Time Hotel is why there was no room at the inn for Mary and Joseph). Myself and Taryn, both atheists, weren’t bothered in the slightest. My friend Alice, a Christian, wasn’t bothered by it on any religious grounds. It was a sweet moment afforded by the fact that it’s Christmas. Besides, if Baby Jesus isn’t invited to his birthday party, then maybe they’re doing something wrong. Other than the usual chuckleheads, I’ve not seen many people complaining about this episode. I did see that some people were let down by the lack of Silurians. The Silurian hotel manager, Melnak, had led some to believe that this Christmas special was going to be rife with Silurians. I never got this impression as he seemed like a one-off character. In fact, after watching the second episode preview, I thought it was implied that the Villengard briefcase hologram took the form of the dominant species during dinosaur times. It would appear that we were all wrong. Other than that and some of Moffat’s weird “women be shopping” brand of dialogue, it was a very solid episode of Doctor Who.
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Along with the quiet moments of reflection, the deep connection between the Doctor and Anita, and Joy’s mourning her mother, we even got some exciting action scenes. We got a Jurassic Park style dinosaur with glowy eyes. We even got an exciting train scene. I love watching Ncuti in that flowing coat. He’s like a superhero in his cape atop that train in an ice storm. It was fun to watch him swinging a grappling hook to open the tomb encasing the starseed. But when the Doctor returns, both Joy and the starseed have ascended the stairs to the wild blue yonder above. While I had hoped for a little bit more of a presence of Villengard, I appreciated that this sentient star had more in mind than death and destruction. Villengard was so far from in control of the situation by that point and I loved that. Because, in reality, they’ve always been pathetic and small-time in the Doctor’s world. They acknowledge and appreciate the shared risk all sentient life takes with their actions. They like to think its the same worry people had when they fired up the Hadron Collider, but it’s closer in nature to corporations killing the environment we all depend on. “The Starseed will bloom and the flesh will rise,” wasn’t a threat, but a prelude to Joy’s ascent into the heavens. What’s more is that Trev and the other carriers of the star case will also live on forever in the sky. Leading the wisemen to Jesus and delivering Joy’s mother to the great beyond. If you think this episode didn’t make me cry, you’d be wrong.
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The episode ends, but not before revisiting a couple of familiar faces. We see Ruby waiting by her phone for the Doctor to call, but instead it’s her mum. We can expect to see Ruby again, but probably not right away, which I’m fine with. It will give us time to get to know Varada Sethu as “Belinda Chandra,” a name which excites me on two levels. Is she related to Rani Chandra? And why does she have a different name from Mundy Flynn? Is this an Adeola/Martha cousins thing? Or is an Oswin/Clara different versions of the same person thing? Maybe it’s something more? The important thing is that I’m curious and excited to find out. I expect great things from Doctor Who, and if nothing else, chairs for the TARDIS. The future of Doctor Who feels bright from my perspective, I just wish the rest of the fandom felt the same way. 2025, or Hell Year™ 2.0,  is going to be a rough year for a lot of us. Like I said, I understand the need for escapism. You have my permission to feel good about yourself and to enjoy some Doctor Who next year. Fuck the haters. You have value and you deserve to feel joy.
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onyxino · 2 months ago
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🌙Under The Crescent Moon🌙
Word Count: 1.2k
Cw: Aizen, creampie, semi-Somnophilia Aizen receiving (but not really bc Reader isn’t slick and Aizen isn’t a heavy sleeper still wanted to be safe and put it in here), Afab reader, clothed sex. Aizen has feelings for reader if you squint hard enough. Pet name little mouse used like twice. If I’m missing anything just lemme know. It’s kinda vanilla tho.
This was written from a request I can’t find now, I’ve had it ready for a moment I just haven’t gotten around to posting it. Enjoy
MDNI
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Fire. You were playing with fire right now. Your groggy eyes fixated on your sleeping lord and beloved husband’s bare chest rising and falling gently. Your eyes trailed down his body taking in everything that you could readily view.
Despite being as groggy as you were, you found yourself pressing your thighs together looking for something close to replicating the relief you wished to feel.
Being as brave as you were could be attributed to the grogginess you felt as you slowly laid yourself on his chest, legs straddling either side of his hips. You’ve never been so bold with your want before.
Sosuke’s hands immediately came to your sides, locking you in place. “Exactly what do you think you’re doing?” His raspy voice pulls you from your thoughts. Tilting your head upward you meet Sosuke’s lazy gaze, eyes half lidded.
Your throat went dry, you didn’t think you’d get this far in your conquest. You were having a real tangible ‘what now?’ moment.
Sosuke cocked an eyebrow at you as a wolfish grin appeared on his features “Well? Do you not possess words?”
Your eyes widen as you realize you’ve just been staring at him. Him talking down to you sent a gush of liquid into your panties reminding you exactly what you came here for.
“I want you.” Was all you could manage to squeak out as you grind your core against his in an attempt to further clarify your needs.
“Is that so?” He replied, eyes darkening, mischief brewing in them “Show me how much you want me then.”
It wasn’t a request, it was demand. It sent a shiver down your spine. A small but audible “Yes, My Lord.” Leaving your mouth on instinct.
Groggily, you sit yourself up allowing both of your clothed sexes to be fully pressed together. He’s hard, almost impossibly so.
You lazily pull the straps of your nightgown down just enough to put your breasts on display for him. Your lord wastes no time bringing his hands to your chest pinching and squeezing the hardened buds between his fingers.
You grind your clothed pussy against him once again, breathing increased and heart pounding relentlessly in your ears.
His hands leave your chest and are now at his waistline pulling his sleep pants down just enough to allow his cock to spring free.
Hiking your nightgown above your waist and pulling your panties to the side you immediately sandwich his dick in between your pussy lips and his body.
Sosuke sucks in a sharp breath at this signaling a silent approval. You take this as the go ahead and you slowly run your cunny up and down his length, a small squeak leaving your lips every time his thick tip bumps up against your clit.
You watch his face as you set the tempo. You can see frustration mounting in his eyes as you continue your slow methodical rotation of your hips.
His small and sharp gasps turn into rough grunts as you continue to tease his dick. The dark look in his eyes demands a fast pace that you are just unwilling to give.
You should have known better.
Large hands slap themselves against your hips halting you in your tracks. You whine at the lack of friction hoping the pout on your face will be enough to get you out of trouble.
You’re foolish.
“You little Minx. You think you can just do what you like?” With this Sosuke lifts your hips up positioning you perfectly over his cock before forcing you down on it.
A guttural moan leaves your lungs involuntarily “S-Sosuke!”
Sosuke’s pulse rises and pupils dilate at the debauchery in front of him. You are absolutely fucked out already. Your breaths are heavy and your eyes are almost shut. You haven’t even started yet and you look like he’s just fucked you dumb.
He sets the pace; it's rough but slow, you grind your hips back down to meet his. Your whines and pleas for him to go faster fall on deaf ears. He’s selfish and always has been, he’s addicted to the way you look right now.
You’re almost crying now begging for him to give you what you need and it only gets him higher. He feels an unfamiliar pang in his chest at the sight of you. He could look at you like this forever.
“Sosuke- please, need you to go faster. I wanna cum.” You beg, trying to grind your hips into a fast pace.
A sick grin spreads across his face “you wanna cum? Then tell me, who makes you feel like this? I wanna hear it, loud.”
You gasp at the particularly hard thrust that accompanies his demand “Pease, it’s 3 in the morning people will hear!”
He cocks an eyebrow at you “You don’t wanna cum then?”
You let out a choked sob at his cruelty and it’s amplified by the addition of his thumb to your neglected clit. Your core clenches around him trying to milk him dry.
“It’s y-you Sosuke, you make me feel this good!” You call out, head flinging back as you rotate your hips on his cock looking for that release you are so desperate to feel.
He takes his hand away from your clit and you choke another sob.
“Not good enough. Louder, dear wife.” With how uneven his voice sounds you can tell he is barely hanging on as well.
His thrusts up into your cunt pick up pace just slightly “Sosuke, you make me feel like this! You make me feel so good! Please let me cum, my lord!” You call out louder desperate for him to take mercy.
“Ah, what a g-good little mouse you are.” He says, grin widening.
In a singular moment you find yourself flipped on to your back. Legs tossed over your husband’s shoulders as his thrusts pick up an animalistic pace. This new angle is deep and it has you seeing white, the pleasure amplified even more so when his thumb finds your clit once more.
“So good for me. Now cum, little mouse.”
The coil that had been wound too tight for too long in your lower abdomen finally snapped. With a chant of Sosuke’s name that sounded way too much like a prayer you found yourself coming down from your high.
His thrusts became harder and sloppier as he chased his high. This undoubtedly was your favorite part. He becomes very vulnerable in these moments before climax.
His shaky breaths combined with the mixture of your name chanted along with uncharacteristic sweet nothings whispered in your ear were a sight only you, his wife were able to see.
He came, hard. He let out a primal groan. Stuffed all the way inside you,forcing your womb to take everything he had.
He stilled for a moment above you, eyes closed as he focused on evening out his breaths.
Your hand meeting his cheek in a sweet gesture brought him back to reality.
“I love you, my lord.” You said quietly.
His irises softened at the sight of your sleepy face. Choosing not to reply but only giving a short nod as he collapsed beside you before pulling you back against his chest.
“Sleep now, little mouse.”
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newx-menfan · 2 months ago
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NYX #6 Review
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*Spoilers!*
Kiddddeeeennn !!!
The issue starts with Kiden dancing in the rain while going to a “Dazzler concert”…(the scene is really GORGEOUS here!!)
Kiden is soliloquizing about people being a trap… (this is what being friends with Laura DOES to YOU lol)
Kamala is basically me at a concert… that was basically how I was when I recently went through security for Charli’s Sweat Tour…😬😂🤣 (I WISH I could be Anole 🤣🤣🤣🤣)
Does Sophie still have her powers when she says “Cuckoo”? (Idk, this plot point admittedly doesn’t make much sense to me…)
While walking through the venue (they should really be getting into the merch shop line-amateurs…), Kamala is worried she’s not taking the “no contact” with her sisters well…and apparently becoming addicted to video games…
Anole is basically eye-fucking everyone at the venue (GET IT VICTOR 🤣🤣!)
We get a sleight of hand from the writers- it’s NOT actually Kiden, but LOCAL, that Laura smells and is kind of fixating on! (sorry Kiden…you’re too good for Laura anyway!)
Local then shows up to basically hit on Laura/tell her to “stay out of his way”. (Playing hard to get- copied from the Hellion Playbook!)
The team FINALLY remembers the Mojo plot exists. (I get it… Hellion was WAY MORE exciting…)
Prodigy has of course the RIGHT reaction (“Oh Fuck” indeed!)…
Dante is promptly dent to the merch line while they deal with the baddie (finally- it’s 100% going to sell out of all the good items guys!) and Dante offers Sophie to come with and be in the “normie group”…she promptly declines…
Kiden narrates how Mojo has basically been taking homeless mutants and how she didn’t trust Mr. Friendly (and apparently DOES kind of think Laura is a shit friend too!)
The team springs into action while Sophie feels awkward on her secondary team with Anole (sorry Sophie!), while Local brakes into the sound booth.
Prodigy calls out Local and Co.’s evil plan to insert a subliminal message into the music to use Dazzlers fame to essentially get followers (so…TikTok?😂🤣)
Local argues that it’s the same as what they did at the protest (let’s not rehash that last issue, Local…) and that Mr. Friendly is the only one helping homeless mutants (which is TRUE- even BEFORE this event Xavier and Co. We’re terrible at helping the Morlocks…)
Laura talks sense into Local and Local admits to Laura that if he goes back Mojo, he will kill him…but sadly Mojo has already taken over Local’s body… (🥺)
Mojo works the crowd like a BOSS…while lamenting how generic this evil villain plot is (not your BEST work admittedly, Mojo)…
Kiden busts onto the scene to save the day and beats everyone (GO KIDEN!!) and decides to catch up with Laura…while they just…let Local escap? (But the CONCERT guys!!….Seriously though…I get it…I would probably turn the other cheek if I had TS tixs too lol)
Laura totally up and leaves with Kiden without saying goodbye to the rest of the group (AKA probably hooking up with Kiden😘😘!)
Back to the Local subplot…we see Mojo has apparently adopted parasocialism… (but has he read Mark Fischer???)
Review:
This issue was good- fun. Don’t have a lot of complaints.
I didn’t really LOVE the art- some panels, like the rain were gorgeous…some were a letdown…
Dante is still just kind of awkwardly there…but Anole is slightly better in this issue.
My biggest gripe is how NICE Kiden was to Laura and basically letting her AGAIN back into the fold despite Laura being a shitty friend (I felt similarly irritated with Jubes in X-terminators barely saying anything to Laura basically ignoring her for months) …but I feel like that’s potentially COMING in the NEXT ISSUE!
Theories:
Kiden is working for SOMEBODY… either the new Quiet Council or Mojo…and Laura just got kidnapped…
Her POV sounded way too bitter and Laura randomly disappearing, sounds like we are finally going to see someone TURN on LAURA…
I was kind of wondering if Lil Bro, Tatiana, or any of the others in the group are being held/controlled by Mojo…
It would 100% be HILARIOUS if Kiden, Synch, AND Hellions formed a group of basically “Laura’s EVIL EX’s” 😂🤣😈
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acourtofthought · 8 months ago
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I like your blog a lot for a long time. You have lots of great theories and There’s one theory of yours that i struggle with though and it’s that Elucien will come first because they’ve suffered more than the others. It’s not that I don’t believe Elucien can’t be next I think there is a very good chance, but this specific reason that they deserve it first is what gets me
Hasn’t Azriel been waiting for a mate or some answer from the Mother for 500+ years? (Not saying this is right but it’s the info given to us). Hasn’t Gwyn been in a library for 2 years looking for courage to go outside? Is Sjmass really going to writing the next two couples in order of who’s been more wronged? If that’s the case Helion and Lady Autumn’s story should’ve been resolved long ago. I think is purely a stan/shipper feeling to think a couples book should come first because other characters need to repent to faves before they get their happiness
For me, it's a little more involved than that.
First off, Az being hung up on Mor for 500 years and someone thinking he should get a book next for that reason is not a strong enough argument in my opinion. If he were to end up with Mor than sure, maybe that would make a bit more sense but she is not his endgame person therefore their past should not really influence his love story with Gwyn. As of November-ish in SF, we saw Az expressing jealousy over Mor when Helion asked after her whereabouts. As of December in SF, we have Az not able to admit to Rhys that he's no longer in love with Mor though he was having extremely sexual thoughts of Elain.
In my opinion, no, I don't think it's a great setup for Az to end up with his mate 9 or so months after that (because that's a realistic time-frame we're looking at here, Koschei and Beron aren't just sitting around waiting for Az's love life to happen before they carry out their schemes which will most likely be dealt with in an Elucien book. The state of Spring can't continue on the way it is for another 9 months while Az gets a girl. If he does, Az will not have spent even a single year not having been fixated / obsessed on a female for nearly the entirety of his life. I think it would actually be very healthy for Az to learn a little bit of who he is outside of his fixation on a female.
Also, Az claiming Elain can't handle the Trove, rejecting her and saying Lucien will never be good enough in one book then he goes on to get his HEA in the very next book while they continue struggling? That's rewarding his temper tantrum (again, in my opinion).
The LoA and Helion are most likely not getting a POV anytime soon so bringing them into the debate doesn't make a lot of sense to me at this point. If anything Mor probably even deserves her HEA before the others (especially Az) because she's the one who has struggled to come out to her family. She's the one who has felt scared of Az's behavior at times. She's the one who feels she has to hide things from Az otherwise he pouts and she has to feel bad about his feelings.
Why should Az, who honestly is not behaving well to most of the others (trying to undermine Feyre's word as High Lady, mouthing off to Rhys, being jealous of Lucien who is their ally, trying to hold Elain back from doing more, pouting about Mor, be the one to get his HEA after how he's acted towards all of them? Shouldn't he spend some time reflecting on how he's made them feel before he's ready to be the guy Gwyn deserves? He is surrounded by love of his friends and family yet he behaves as if he has nobody. I think his first lesson is to be grateful for what he has without wanting romance. Because that's the thing. He's tied up his self worth in whether or not he has someone and that will make his ending up with Gwyn be more about him finally thinking he can tell himself he's worthy rather than it being about a sincere love for Gwyn for the right reasons. But because love isn't going to actually cure him, their foundation will not be a strong one, his personal issues will not have been dealt with. Az wanting love from a relationship is a crutch. "if I got this I'd feel better".
And yes, Gwyn has been wanting to come out of the library but the thing with that is whenever she's ready to do so, she has a very strong support system already in place. She has Nesta, Emerie, even Cassian and Az. Gwyn has people who have supported her, pushed her to do more, believed in her. We already had the chance to here her story in her own words.
Compare that to Elain? Elain does not have that and she's the only possible FMC who we've never heard tell her story. Even Emerie got to tell her story. Elain is surrounded by people who don't think she's capable of much, who never once encouraged her to train her powers, who we have never heard how she truly feels about her fathers death or having stabbed the king or her mating bond. Elain does not have a found family so her spending another 9 months without the same support system the others have? Lucien spending another 9 months without a real home?
It's clear neither is in the court they belong so yes, I do think it would be more fair for them to not be pushed aside for another 9 months. Where Lucien is actually struggling with the affects of an unaccepted mating bond versus Az who is just pissy about not having one but is not going mad (which in canon can happen to mated males) from his instincts the way Lucien might be. Also, Lucien is not treated extremely well by the IC. He's tolerated, at times they get along but even in SF we see evidence of dismissive behavior. As of HOFAS Az has an even stronger friendship with Nesta, Cassian and Rhys are his brothers. Who does Lucien have? Who have we seen on page that he shares a real connection with? He said Vassa and Jurian are his friends but have we ever seen either of them actually ask Lucien about how he feels, what he wants? Cassian tried to strike up a conversation with Az about children, that's someone who is showing an interest in Az. All anyone asks Lucien about is Koschei or Spring or Beron and when he did try to tell Feyre about Vassa and Jurian, she made fun of him.
Also, to your point about Gwyn's trauma taking place two years ago, it did but it was only introduced to the reader on page in SF. We weren't able to read about what happened to her in real time. It's sort of like Lucien watching Jesminda be murdered. It was an absolutely horrific thing that happened to him but we didn't suffer with his character as it happened. That's not to say it makes his trauma (or hers) less valid but when we actually read about Elain and Nesta's kidnapping / being bound and gagged / forced into the Cauldron in book 2, where we read about their terror as it played out and Nesta had a chance to process the trauma on page in her own book and Elain confirmed she still has that trauma yet nobody is talking to her about it? Would it not be a logical conclusion that she also deserves a chance to have a voice since she was waiting for one ever since book 2? Where we witnessed even more trauma for her on page in book 3? Where she suffered another rejection in book 4 and had her own sister pushing her away for an entire year?
Even if Gwyn and Az don't find love right away they both have a place where they truly belong with unconditional love from their friends and neither Elain or Lucien have that. It's not even about deserving romance, it's them deserving a chance to find a home and I'm not sure why they should have to wait for Az to get a mate before they get that.
And in terms of plot, the pressing issues that affected their entire lands were the peace treaty, Beron, Koschei and Spring. From a plot perspective those things do seem more urgent and are tied into Elucien.
Sarah also said her initial plans for the spin-offs have not really changed from that first pitch (while drafting ACOWAR and finishing up edits for ACOMAF), where she knew who the first two would be about but was unsure of the third. At that time Gwyn's character did not yet exist so I don't think it's completely out of the realm of possibility to believe the characters with a confirmed / strongly hinted at mating bonds at that time were getting those first two spin-offs.
I do appreciate your comments and I'm sorry this particular stance is upsetting to you. It's really just my opinion though, no more valid than anyone else's.
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leonstoenailunderhisbed · 9 months ago
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RE Villains and my psychological opinion (+mini history lesson hehe.)
I really like the way CAPCOM writes their villains. Everyone talks about the main protagonist(s) such as Chris, Leon, Jill, Claire, etc. I think we should definitely give some credit to the evil guys of the franchise. I have my own two favorite villains, Lord Saddler (RE4/RE4R), and Svetlana (Damnation). I wish I could write about ALL the characters but that would almost be a book's length.
(I am no expert in psychology, i barely survived my spring semester lol. I am not licensed and i most certainly am not a doctor. The history part is true, but the psychology is just me being hyper fixated on the minor details. Once again, take this lightly. Also, i have my psych final soon and I'm so ready to kick ass.)
There's just something so alluring to me about the obsession with one being known as a God or God's messenger. Lord Saddler really got me thinking about how easy it is for a narcissist to make a cult about, essentially, themselves. Everyone knows the story about Narcissus, the mythological Greek God, and how he fell in love with his own reflection and basically starved himself to death. Hence why the term narcissism derived from the myth of Narcissus. Narcissism goes deeper than just one being self-centered. A narcissist is much more evil- they lack empathy and exploit others for their own goals/achievements. I would like to believe that Lord Saddler definitely has a narcissistic disorder because he took it upon himself to become, and as I like to call it, The God of Plaga. I mean, the dude literally created his own "bible" and his own insignia. He, like James in RE0, believe that they can conquer the world using the parasite. But the psychology behind it, or least in my humble knowledge, is really just a narcissist playing God. Saddler's psychological disorder is being projected onto religion, maybe in a response to a traumatic event. Freudian theory states that projection is a psychological defense mechanism where an individual projects unwanted thoughts, feelings, and motives on another person/group. I'd like to think that Saddler is a narcissist that projects his own motives as defense mechanism using religious methods.
I'm no expert on modern religion but I do like to think myself as someone well versed in BCE and CE religion. As i played through the game, I couldn't help but notice some similarities between Saddler and his cult and some ancient religious beliefs. Ancient civilizations often believed that their God's power was absolute, thus making religion an important part of their culture. The village in which the game takes place obviously contains a small church and then a castle- followed by the peasant village in the beginning of the game. We know that this is a remote location in Spain and since Spain was known as Hispania during the Roman Empire, it would be safe to say that maybe MAYBE CAPCOM was inspired by the history of the country that had followed all the way to CE. I'd like to believe that Saddler was probably inspired by the ruling of the Roman Empire after Emperor Theodosius (who declared Christianity as the state religion of the empire.) Saddler, much like Theodosius, created his own religion but it was considered a minority. Once Saddler had recruited more people, his "empire" expanded, much like Christianity all across Europe in CE. His plan was obviously to expand his domain and control the world with Las Plagas. Of course, this is just my own theories and observations.
I really loved Svetlana's character as a villain. She's cunning, diplomatic, and very goal oriented. It fascinated me the way she handled situations, as if she already knew everything from the start (except the temporary unification of Russia and the US). We know she used to be a combat instructor, or still is maybe. To me, she's the definition of a wolf in a sheep's disguise. Which again brings to my point on my analysis on Saddler- a narcissistic will do anything to make sure they accomplish their goals, regardless of whose lives are at risk. Svetlana, unlike Saddler, has international support and can manipulate ambassadors to be in her favor. She already has control over her republic as president, she only needs a little more help from her international supporters. This is not only a trait from a businessperson but also someone who is very smart and probably knows how to use people at their expense. But that's every politician, in my opinion. Greed and money are basically what sugar is to kids for politicians and government officials. The way she smirked and basically declared her victory when she was talking to Buddy through the barrier was literally so evil of her part, but it made sense. At the end of the day, I'd like to think that she really just had this urge of not messing up the country since she probably faced a lot of pressure from being the first female president of the country.
Svetlana is very smart. She resigned of her position right after the civil war ended because she knew the consequences of basically breeding Nemesis’s cousins (LOL) A narcissist is never dumb and if they are then they aren’t narcissists. Narcissists are extremely smart and extremely manipulative with no sense of guilt.
I would like to talk more about James and then deeper in Resident Evil Village bc that game is literally so well written I’m like 😍🫶🏼
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auty-ren · 2 years ago
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Never the Right Time
Joel Miller - The Last Of Us
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Pairings: Joel Miller x Reader (Reader is afab, no pronouns/use of y/n) 
Rating: Explicit 
Word count:  3k
Warnings: Smut ( oral sex(fem receiving). vaginal sex. rough sex. oral fixation. dirty talk/bedroom talk. unprotected sex.), Repressed feelings, Joel being a stubborn old man. Some implied drinking (no alcohol is named, just ‘drinks’).
A/n:  I absolutely fell in love with The Last Of Us series and I had so many feelings for Joel I just had to get them out! I might do a few more fics for him but this is a standalone...for now. Enjoy babes💕 (gif by @pedrohub)
Summary: “Hey,” you shrug and look down at your drink. “I was just trying to be nice.” 
You take a sip of your own drink, keeping your eyes on him through your lashes. He stares right back, almost like he wanted you to say something so he could react. You lower your cup, almost batting your eyes as you blink at him. You swear you can see a little bit of a blush creep up his neck.
“Is that what you do?”
 My Masterlist
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“Ellie bet I couldn’t get you to dance.”
You wanted to be smug. Calm, cool, collected. But you’re sure you probably looked like an idiot; cheeky grin, trying to play it cool as you lean against the porch railing.
There was just enough lighting that you could make out his profile, soft glowing bulbs hung on strings to illuminate the party and it made him look soft. His normally sharp features looked rounded and comfortable.
 “Did she?”
He smiles and it reaches all the way to his eyes. It surprises you a little, how easily he opens up when before he’d been so different. You hadn’t had many conversations before this, at least they never got past the small talk stage before one of you got shy. Maybe it was the party or the feeling of a new beginning with the coming spring, but something was a little different, especially in the way he carried himself, his shoulders were strong and light, much different than before.
“Well, I figured you just had two left feet, Miller.” 
His eyes were almost sparkling, almost mischievous in nature. Joel was a lot of things but mischievous wasn’t the way you’d describe him, and yet it almost felt childlike. It looked like little stars were speckled in his irises, shining and reflecting in the low light of a setting sun.
“Thought maybe you’d want a teacher.”
He lets out a sound like a scoff, but you don’t miss how the corner of his mouth perks up, pulling his face into a grin. You could tell it made him just a tad nervous, your presence. His face was mostly calm but he picked at his hands, scraping the skin around his nails from nervous habit.
You follow his gaze as he looks out onto the landscape, it was just barely turning spring, everything was green and budding with new life and the air felt warm and fresh. It felt good. The winters were rough in Jackson and you’d started to lose yourself a little, but the breeze felt good. Everything felt good at this very moment. You looked back to find Joel staring at you.
He was wearing a simple shirt, worn, with a few stray threads hanging from the seams. It obviously had its fair share of owners, but it was clean and still looked good on him. 
“Can you at least take the drink?” 
You hold it out to him, waiting as he looks between you and the cup. He finally takes it from you, your fingers just barely brushing as you pass it to him. He swirls the liquid around a little before he takes a sip
“Thanks.”
Right now feels like the part where you should be walking away. The ice had been broken but you’d pretty much hit a wall. He wasn’t giving any indications of what he wanted from you. 
If there was anything he wanted from you.
“You really got nothing else better to do?”
You’d almost think he was bothered if it wasn’t for the stupid-looking smirk on his face. It was his turn to be suave, or at least try. He leaned against the railing on the porch, mirroring your position from earlier.
“Hey,” you shrug and look down at your drink. “I was just trying to be nice.” 
You take a sip of your drink, keeping your eyes on him through your lashes. He stares right back, almost like he wanted you to say something so he could react. You lower your cup, almost batting your eyes as you blink at him. You swear you can see a little bit of a blush creep up his neck.
“Is that what you do?”
He tilts his head, almost like he’s challenging you; the low timber of his voice settling nicely in your bones. You practically turn to mush from the stupid look on his face; cocky, but bearable.
“What?”
It’s infatuating, in fact. You’re barely able to focus now, everything about him overwhelms you. 
He feels safe. Not awkward or unpleasant like times you’d spoken before, it’s like whatever veil that shrouded him was slowly lifting and you peeked underneath to see the genuine parts of him. The parts he’d spent over two decades hiding away.
You naturally lean in closer, drawn into his side where your bodies kinda fit naturally together. It feels perfect.
“Charity.”
He nearly spits out the word, like it’s dirty and foul.
The proverbial record comes to a screeching halt. You tense a little, taken aback by his sudden change in tone.
But then again look who you’re talking to. 
“Liking you is charity?”
It comes out before you can really think it through. The look on his face is enough to make your stomach turn. It wasn’t anger or discomfort, something that you had expected from him, it almost felt like disappointment etched across his face. 
“That’s how most people put it.”
Quit while you’re ahead.
Your fingers barely touch his, even though he’s pulled away he doesn’t flinch away from this touch. His knuckles feel rough in comparison to yours, your pinkie just barely trailing along his skin, like you just wanted to become familiar.
“Maybe I’m not most people, Miller.”
His hand moves just a bit, not away from you, he’s inching closer. You feel your breath catch in your throat as his pinkie catches yours, just barely hooking yours to intertwine with him.
“Did you ever think about that?”
Your chest almost puffs out a little, and you’re proud of the way he looks at you. He’s almost curious like he’s studying you, lying in wait while every little movement goes under his scrutiny. Normally feelings like this would be enough to send you running, but you almost wanted this from him. Just the barest hint of attention made your heart seize up in anticipation.
It felt like a movie. Those old romantic black and white movies they’d play on movie nights, the ones where the girl and the guy dance around each other until the tension just breaks. It was probably silly to dream bout being the leading lady, and having a man like him chase after you. But it felt nice to dream.
Right now the dream felt so real.
He reaches up and almost touches your face, just barely brushing a piece of your hair out of your eyes. You had been staring so hard you hadn’t noticed it had fallen.
Was this it? The moment when you get your kiss?
Did you imagine he was leaning closer? That he was looking at you like you were the only girl on the face of the planet.
“Joel?”
You wanted a kiss. You wanted this to be a picture-perfect moment for the two of you, something out of a cheesy old romance novel with a tacky picture on the front. He, the strong hero sweeping you off your feet.
He looks at you like he’s pleading, like he’s afraid of something but he just needs your permission first. You take his hand into yours and give it a gentle squeeze. He turns it over so yours is held delicately in his grip, his thumb rubbing little circles into your skin.
You close your eyes, anticipating him to move closer, to take you in his arms and hold you like you were his lifeline.
The touch never comes. The kiss never comes. Nothing happens as it does in your head.
He just walks away.
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“Joel?”
He says nothing, and the silence alone feels heavy enough to ground. It’s different from the other times, this is thick and heavy, and you can practically reach out and grab the tension brewing between you. 
It’s practically freezing this late at night, the cold nipping at your cheeks as you watch him. More like waiting for him. To do what? You’re not exactly sure, but he looks like there’s something he needs. Something he wants to say. He opens his mouth and nothing comes out, he just closes it and grinds his jaw, like he’s kicking himself for not doing it right.
You didn’t know what he wanted, but he didn’t seem the type to just waltz onto people’s porches in the middle of the night.
You only move out of the way as he crosses the threshold, bumping into you as the signal to move inside. He removes the door from your hands and slams it shut, blocking the exit. The sound echoes through the house and all that’s left are the little puffs of your breath as his eyes scan your face. He’s dark and intense, almost challenging you to say something that would stop him.
His touch is rough, calloused hands that grab and pull you closer, his arms wrapping around your waist to keep you grounded to him. You let yourself get swept up in his arms, in his gaze that felt like fire washing over you. His eyes were like smoldering coals, black with remaining hints of warmth just flickering in the light.
He kisses you and it feels just like you had dreamed, warm and glowing with just a little bit of roughness around the edges. He devours any sound you make, he’s eager and almost aggressive in his movements.
His hands are ripping and pulling at your body, moving you to the nearest surface in your living room so he can get more of you. You both stumble and barely make it to the couch without hitting the floor. He pushes you down and the old furniture creaks loudly, almost echoing through the house as he climbs on it with you.
Even in the dark, he notices. He stops dead in his tracks at the grip you hold on the cushions and the hint of uncertainty that flashes across your face.
“It’s okay, sweetheart.”
The words rumble deep inside his chest, bubbling up in his throat with a soft, gentle tone. It’s almost loving how he caresses your face.
Loving.
He wanted to reassure you. He slows to a near stop, looking at you as he reaches for the hem of your shirt, just barely pushing it up. He checks in with you, flickering glances to confirm you still wanted him, that you wanted his touch. You can’t help how you squirm when his fingers press into your cunt, even through your underwear just that little pressure was enough to have you melting.
He just watches you through it all. You don’t even notice at first that he’s staring; you make eye contact and feel the heat spread all the way down your neck out of embarrassment.
“It’s okay.” He whispers, just barely audible even in the quiet of your empty home.
“Relax. I’ve got you.”
You lift your hips to help him remove your underwear. His touch leaves you only for a fraction of a second before he’s back on you. Warm, calloused hands spread your thighs wider with delicate precision. The gentleness was so unlike him, but the passion was still there, the eagerness set behind a low brow as he memorized your every detail.
He mumbles against your thigh, burying his nose against your skin and inhaling. He leaves a little trail of kisses, his facial hair leaving tiny little scratches while his mouth moves softly down to your pussy. He stops at the juncture of your thigh and looks up at you, almost pouting as his arms snake under your thighs and pulls you closer. 
His mouth just hovers over your cunt, and your clit throbs as he gently blows on your slit. You whimper, unable to keep eye contact any longer as you close your eyes, just barely arching your hips closer to him.
His mouth feels like fire when he finally touches you, spit dripping from his tongue onto your cunt that burned and had you squirming with need. You run your fingers through the length of his hair, playing with the curls between your fingertips as you moan his name.
He fumbles a little, his movement doesn’t have the expert precision he was probably used to. Still, he made you sing. Every sigh, every whimper, every curse that fell from your lips was just fueling his need. He squeezes your hips to keep you still, just a little warning for you as his eyes pin you down with a look.
Your body is scorching, almost overwhelmed as you feel the coil in your belly turn impossibly tighter. You shake from the effort of trying to hold on, to keep this moment suspended for eternity just so you can keep him like this.
Somewhere between the haze, he climbed on top of you, just barely letting his weight press into you. It was a comforting pressure, welcomed as you slip and let your legs wrap around his hips. He’s still fully clothed, the rough material of his jeans rubbing against you, sending you into overdrive. You play with the buttons of his shirt, slowly opening them more and more until he gets the message, pulling away enough to slip the shirt off his shoulders.
He goes to take off his belt and for a moment he looks nervous, scared even. You can tell by how he avoids your eye when a moment before he looked like he’d eat you alive, and now he’s so timid.
He’s surprised by your touch, and how careful you are when you gently place your hand over his, urging him to let you take over. He relents, there’s almost a hint of relief on his face, with just a hint of something else.
Craving?
Did he crave your touch?
You wonder if he had imagined this moment before, imagined the little noises you’d make, the feel of you beneath him, and how warm you’d be when he fucked your cunt. You’re ashamed to admit it but, he’s been the topic of more than a few daydreams. It felt a little embarrassing, to the point you almost didn’t talk to him earlier at the party but all of those doubts melted away when he finally slipped his cock inside you.
A pathetic noise came out of your mouth. You were more than ready for him but everything felt so heightened. You clung to his shoulders as he rocked his hips, his face buried in the crook of your neck. 
He was definitely holding his breath, you could feel his back muscles tensing almost to the point of pain. You rub little circles into his skin, trying to be comforting so he’ll relax, just barely dragging your nails down his skin.
He sits up a little, looking you over before his eye settles on your face. His hand comes up and just tips your chin, his thumb rubbing against your jaw.
For a moment, it’s just the two of you. 
You didn’t think this sort of thing happened outside of a movie, or those old cheesy romance books some of the girls sneak around the library. But the world does sort of get foggy, blurred around the edges so you can only see him.
You wonder if he’s feeling the same.
If he feels this sort of ache that sometimes you can’t describe.
You sort of get an answer from him because he kisses you.
He kisses you and it feels like your whole world is set aflame, blazing and roaring in your ears as he steals the literal breath from your lungs.
You brace yourself as he grabs your lower half, one hand gripping your thigh while the other pins your hips down. He doesn’t stop kissing you and if it weren’t for his weight pressing into you, you swear you would’ve floated away by now. He gets a little harsh, almost desperate and you don’t mind. Every time his cock brushes against your cervix you whimper pathetically into his mouth.
But it only seems to spur him on.
“Shit.” He grits through his teeth, his grip on your body nearly painful as he slams his hips against yours.
He pants, almost whimpering in your ear as he cums.
You don’t say anything, just gently nuzzling his shoulder as he comes down from his high.
He’s gentle again, almost remorseful in his movement now. He pulls away and you feel the mess between your legs, he mumbles something under his breath but you can’t make it out. You feel too tired to try and make the effort of conversation anyway, so you just let him clean you, reaching out and putting your hand on his.
You just wanted the comfort.
You didn’t even want to begin to think about what you’d say when the afterglow wore off. Your bodies would probably become stiff and uncomfortable, emotions heightened and awkward just like before. Would he even want to speak to you again? Was this just…release?
You scold yourself for already overthinking.
It didn’t matter what would come in the next few hours, because for now, you had this.
This little, tiny shining moment when you get to hold him. Playing with his hair while he hums, practically asleep on your chest. Maybe it wasn’t much but, you’d take it. Just a hint of intimacy, real intimacy - not just sex but the kind of thing that you feel deep in your bones. The warm, sticky, addictive kind of intimacy that you had craved for too long.
Nothing was for certain, and you remind yourself not to think too much about it. But from your angle, as you strained to look down as he rested on your chest…It looked like he was smiling.
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Crimson Tide
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Chapter 2: A mother's fury
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Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3
Warnings: Trauma and flashbacks of abuse
Rating: 18+ (Adult, Minors DNI)
Additional tags: Protective father, Protective husband, Astarion has a wife at the beginning, Astarion is a dad at the beginning, Dadstarion, Tavstarion, Astarion is feral when it comes to protecting his babies and his wife.
Summary: Astarion, Artemis, the twins, Gale, Lae'zel, and Shadowheart have found a decent camp to settle before adventuring again. And Artemis finds her inner magic once again.
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Chapter 1 Link Below:
Crimson Tide Chapter 1: Reluctant Allies
The next morning, Astarion and Artemis woke up in each other's arms, their bodies glowing and their silver hair tousled.
"We really should get dressed before our little goblins come in." Artemis hummed as she kissed Astarion's jaw. He hummed in response, holding his wife, kissing her temple.
They slowly got out of their double bedroll. They dressed themselves, Astarion in his padded doublet and Artemis in her robes. Artemis braided her hair; she only did one long braid this time. Astarion brushed through his silver curls.
As they sat in their tent, Astra and Aster's rustling resounded next to them. They smiled knowing at each other. Before long, the flap of their tent was ripped open and the twins jumped on the floor of their tent.
"Well, good morning, little stars." Astarion greeted his children with a warm smile.
"Morning daddy, morning mummy." The twins said as they giggled, they tackled their parents. Artemis pulled Astra into her lap, while Astarion grabbed Aster.
Artemis nuzzled into her daughter, making her giggle, while Astarion peppered kisses along Aster's face, the boy laughed fully as he pushed against his father's jaw. He kicked his feet, his eyes pinched shut.
Artemis pulled out her brush and began to glide it across Astra's hair, making her disheveled bedhead look silkier. Astarion in turn grabbed his own brush. He sat Aster firmly in his lap.
Artemis hummed a soothing melody as she ran the brush through Astra's silky, silver wintery hair. The little girl sat crossed legged in her mother's lap, dragging her fingers along the fabric of the bedroll. Her ruby eyes fixated on her imaginary patterns.
"You make this so easy, my little Moonbeam." Artemis murmured a praise, her voice as soft as her touch, her smile warm. Astra giggled and titled her head back to look up at her mother.
"That's because I'm not squirmy like Aster." She said with huge smile.
Right next to them, chaos erupted. Astarion was on one knee, clutching the brush in one hand and holding Aster's shoulder with the other. The boy's wild, untamed curls rebelled against every stroke of the brush, springing back defiantly no matter how hard Astarion tried.
The boy was whiny as he squirmed rebelliously, he was the most impatient boy.
"Aster, for the love of all the gods, hold still!" Astarion pleaded, his voice was strained as he struggled to brush his son's unruly curls.
"I don't wanna!" Aster protested as he tried getting away, Astarion held him firmly in place. The boy squirmed in his father's grasp.
"Daddy, it hurts!" Aster whined,
"It wouldn't hurt if you didn't insist on keeping your curls untamed like some feral beast!" Astarion barked as he wrangled his son's head into place to brush out his curls.
"I am a beast!" Aster countered, he declared it with a mischievous grin, baring his tiny teeth, his small fangs prominent because he couldn't retract them yet.
He then promptly sank his teeth into the flesh of his father's forearm, Astarion yelped.
"Aster!" Artemis scolded, though the slight laugh in her tone deflected her anger. Aster let go of his father's arm.
Astarion clutched his bitten arm as though mortally wounded,
"Traitorous little moon goblin! You've bitten me! Your own father!" Astarion cried exasperatedly. Aster cackled like a maniac, his tousled curls bouncing as he wriggled free of his father's grasp finally. He bolted out of the tent.
"I'll get him, daddy." Astra offered sweetly, already standing and swiping her hair from her face, Artemis had braided it nearly, but little strands stuck out around her small face.
"No, Moonbeam. It's alright." Astarion said with mock seriousness, placing a hand over his heart.
"Your brother's hair is my burden to bear." He stood himself, brush in hand.
"You know, this is what you get for passing on those untamed curls of yours to your son." She teased with a smirk, Astarion shot her a playful glare. He leaned down kissing her cheek, his own smirk playing on his lips.
"It's not my fault I'm so dashingly handsome and passed on superior genes." He countered; Artemis snorted with laugh.
"Sure, thing love, whatever helps you sleep." She was teasing him terribly, Astarion feigned offense as he held his chest.
"Darling, you wound me." He said. Artemis stood with him, kissing his lips chastely. He melted into her almost immediately. He was so helplessly in love with his wife, it was maddening.
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The start of the day was slow, Gale prepared breakfast for himself, Lae'zel, and Shadowheart.
Astarion, Artemis, and the twins were still full from the boars they had drank from the night before, but they hunted anyway to keep up their strength. Only this time, they all drank from one boar.
They came back quickly; their mortal companions were in the middle of breakfast. Aster and Astra ran off to play while Artemis and Astarion started packing potions and other supplies.
"Do you want this dagger, my moonflower." Astarion asked his wife, it was an extra he bought at the vendor, he had two already. Artemis nodded, she grabbed the dagger and slipped it beneath her robe.
"Do you want to stay with the twins here at camp or would you like me to stay?" Astarion questioned, Artemis didn't want to separate at all, but she knew they couldn't keep traveling with their twins like this. They were too young to fight.
"I will stay, you're more of the talker anyway." Artemis replied meekly, Astarion picked up his wife's chin between his fingers, his eyes were soft.
"Do not fret my dear, you will find your voice again, I promise you." He said, his voice was soothing, Artemis smiled and nodded at him. Astarion leaned forward and pressed his lips to her forehead, she sighed with contentment.
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After breakfast, the companions followed Astarion out of camp, Artemis stayed behind with the twins. They stood on either side of her, watching their father leave.
Astarion took one last look at his family, his chest tightened, he wanted them to come, but they didn't know this area, it was too dangerous. Which made him fear leaving them behind even more.
He was confident in his wife's abilities though, she may have been timid, but she was just as fiercely protective of their babes as he was. She didn't shy away from battle when it came to their children. She was a force to be reckoned with if provoked, he dares say she was more dangerous than he was.
A father's fury was formidable, but a mother's fury was something else entirely.
After Astarion and the party of companions disappeared into the trees, Artemis sighed and ushered her children to the center of the camp.
Aster and Astra bolted off towards the camp, giggling as they tagged each other. Artemis smiled fondly; her hands clasped in front of her as she walked with grace. Her elflings could finally be children freely without the threat of Cazador.
She grimaced at the horrid memories that came to mind, Cazador punishing them for just being children.
*Flashback*
"We're sorry! We didn't mean to break the vase!" Aster protested, his youthful voice trembling with fear.
"Sorry won't fix it, you little worm. That cost me a fortune!" Cazador sneered venomously. He rose his hand to strike but stopped mid swing as the child fell to his knees begging for forgiveness, his sister following.
"I will forgive you, you little wretches." Cazador huffed as he stood up straighter. He looked towards Astarion and Artemis, who stood back, too fearful to defy their master again.
"You could learn a thing or two from your little bastards, they know obedience better than you two do." Cazador said deviously.
"Get out of my sight, all of you." He said waving his hand, Aster and Astra scrambled to their feet. They rushed to their parents and started to cry.
"For the love of gods, you better keep those two quiet, or I will discipline them for you." Cazador growled. Artemis and Astarion ushered the twins to the sleeping quarters. Hushing them along the way.
*End of Flashback*
Artemis shuttered as she shook her head to erase the dreadful memory. She distracted her mind by watching her once fearful elflings, playing joyfully, their young lives finally brighter. For the time being.
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Astarion trudged along the path, his brow furrowed. He hated leaving his family behind, it reminded him of the many times, he had to leave them with Cazador and the dreadful things they would tell him or that he would witness upon his return. Astarion's mouth twitched as he recounted one these many memories.
*Flashback* TW: Aggressive Physical Abuse
"Go and fetch me another soul, will you, my son." Cazador said, Astarion nodded his head obediently,
"Yes, master." He said, he knew better than to defy him lest his elflings and wife get beatings for it.
"Do not fret, my boy. Your bitch and your bastards will be well taken care of." Cazador mocked the younger vampire. Astarion's lip trembled as he turned away. He walked towards the front of the palace.
He went passed his quarters; his sister Dalyria was tending to the children while Artemis rested. Astarion looked at them sorrowfully as he headed out of the palace, to once again lure another poor soul to their death.
Upon his return, he had young man with him, drunk off wine and lust. He clung to Astarion like a love-stricken boy. Murmuring into his ear how much he loved him. Astarion wrinkled his nose is disgust.
When he entered the dining hall, he heard the cries of his babies. He hurried in, leaving the man to stumble along alone. Astarion saw Artemis, curled up on the floor, bloody and bruised. Silently weeping as Cazador relentlessly struck Astra. Aster was screaming on the floor next her, begging him to stop.
Astarion approached,
"Daddy!" Astra pleaded as tears ran down her face, she went to run to him, but Cazador caught her by the arm, throwing her to the ground. He whipped around and paraded towards Astarion, he grabbed him by the nape of his neck.
He dragged him to his elflings and threw him to the ground next to them, Cazador had an amulet clutched in his hand.
"Did you teach the little leeches to steal from me!?" He sneered as he raised his hand, he struck Astarion. The younger vampire covered his face and Cazador pried his arms from his face, asking a guard to hold him down.
The guard obeyed and held Astarion in place, Cazador threw the amulet to the side and undid his belt, he ripped it from his trousers and folded it, he struck Astarion's back.
"You will not teach your brats to steal from me!" Cazador wailed, his face was contorted with villainy and his voice vile. Aster and Astra screamed and cried, Artemis was too weak at the time being, she was helpless. She curled into herself and cried.
Astarion knelt resiliently, better him than his children and wife, he thought to himself.
*End of flashback*
"Astarion?" Gale's voice broke the vampire's thoughts, he looked up at him, his crimson eyes gleaming with unshed tears.
"Are you alright?" Gale asked, he had only known him a day, but he looked so distant and distraught.
"It's none of your business, wizard." Astarion sneered sharply, his eyes narrowing, his tone was venomous. Gale held up his hands,
"Sorry, you just looked miles away. I-"
"Never mind." Gale muttered with a frown, the vampire was a prickly bastard, and he didn't dare press further. Though he did not know the full extent of the family's suffering and Astarion intended to keep it that way.
No one needed to know that he failed as a husband and father. At least that's what raced through his mind currently. Astarion straightened his posture and continued forward. His facial expression stone cold. Like the weight of the world wasn't on his shoulders.
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Artemis was busy rummaging through the packs they found on the beach, she found a few good readings. Aster and Astra found a couple of sticks, drawing pictures in front of the tent their mother sat in.
"Look mummy, we drew you, daddy, and us!" Astra chirped; her childish voice was blissful. Artemis smiled as she crawled out of the tent, she examined the poorly drawn figures in the dirt. Though she didn't dare shatter their creativity.
"It's beautiful, little stars." She smiled brightly, suddenly her smile faltered. The wind had shifted, and she smelt an unfamiliar scent in the air. Her ears twitched as she listened.
Her keen hearing caught the sound of the rustling bushes and the crunching of branches. She stood slowly; she walked towards the edge of the campsite. The twins noticed the shift in their mother's demeanor and clung to each other as they watched her intently.
Artemis vision was accurate and caught the site of a group of gruff looking men, they unfortunately had noticed her at the same time. She took a few steps back as the men approached the camp.
"Little Stars, hide." She said to her elflings, but it was too late, the men had come into camp and seen the three elves.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? A young elven maiden and her brats." One of the men said, his voice was thick with Artemis could only assume was the local accent.
The were dressed in rusted armor, had iron weapons, and smudged faces, she knew them to be bandits. The twins still clung to each other just a few feet away.
Artemis's eyes were fixed on the men, her hands twitched at her sides. The men began to circle her, she straightened her posture her face contorted in distain as she watched them.
One grabbed her face, examining her face,
"You're a pretty thing, ain't ya?" He smiled wickedly, his teeth were stained yellow and his breath smelled of stale beer and pipe smoke. Artemis wrinkled her nose in disgust. She jerked her head from his grasp.
"Oh feisty." He said with a mock laugh.
"Babes are cute too." He said, one of the other bandits approached the elflings, they trembled in fear.
"Don't touch them." Artemis warned.
"Or what? What's a pretty thing like you going to do, huh? We out number you sweetheart. 5 to 1." The bandit leader sneered. Artemis clenched her jaw tightly. Her reserve faltering as untamed fire boiled her blood.
"I can do much worse to you than you can to me." Artemis said defiantly. The men laughed at her, roaring laughter. Artemis still held her stance.
"Well, this I gotta see. Let's take em back to fort boys." The leader said, he grabbed Artemis.
"Don't touch me!" She spat as she wriggled from his grasp.
"Mummy!" Artemis whipped around and saw Aster and Astra being picked up. Fire flashed in her ruby eyes,
"Put them down now!" She warned, her voice dropping dangerously low.
Aster bit down on the man's arm, he yelped and dropped the twins.
"Little runt bit me!" He snapped. He went to strike the little boy, Artemis's body was fueled now, Cazador coming back to her mind. She would not let her son know that fear again.
"Don't you dare touch him!" She roared, her voice wasn't her own, it was otherworldly, almost demonic. She flashed her fangs, and she saw red.
Meanwhile, Astarion was traveling with the party when suddenly the reverberation of a thunderous clap echoed through the trees. The crackling thunder was unmistakable and shook the ground. It felt like the gods themselves were summoned to the mortal plain.
"What in nine hells was that?" Gale said in astonishment as a perplexed look crossed his features. They looked to the sky as it darkened momentarily while lightening spread through the sky like a web, the thunderous reverberation following again. Astarion's eyes widened, and he whipped around.
"Artemis." He said, he dashed back in the direction of the camp, his vampiric speed was unmatched and even sprinting at full speed, his mortal companions fell far behind.
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Upon arriving back, Artemis was panting, her features were still feral. Lightening still flickered at the tips of her fingers. Astarion looked at the bodies of five armored men, scattered about the camp. Their bodies singed with lightening, some of the electrical currents still buzzed along their armor.
He looked up at his wife, her face softened as she came out of her trance. She saw him and hurried to him and hugged him tightly, he instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Darling." He said in a soft tone, he pet her hair.
"They tried to hurt our babies." Artemis said, she was trembling in her husband's arms.
"Shhh, it's okay. They're safe now." Astarion told her, watching as the twins emerged from their hiding place. They heard their father's voice and rushed towards him. Astarion embraced all three of them.
"Daddy, don't go again!" Astra pleaded, Astarion's heart ached as he looked into his daughter's eyes that begged him silently.
The rest of the party arrived, their expressions falling into astonishment as they slowly approached.
"Holy hells." Gale said wide eyed, looking at the singed bodies.
"You did this?" He said, his question was directed at Artemis, she turned to look at the wizard.
"No one harms my family." She hissed, her ruby eyes flickering with danger and her fangs still exposed.
"Yes, it's my doing." She added bitterly, wrinkling her nose. Gale was still astonished. Dare he say, he was at a loss for words.
"Are you a wizard of sorts?" He couldn't help but ask.
"I'm a sorceress wizard." Artemis replied honestly.
"I have innate magic and studied it for centuries." She continued, still looking up at him.
"Amazing, truly." Gale said, his breath was taken away. The raw power of the weave that Artemis wielded was one of intrigue. She was a force to be reckoned with.
"Remind me to never get on your bad side." Shadowheart said with a half-smile as she crossed her arms over her chest. Astarion and Artemis let go of each other, Aster and Astra clung to their father's legs.
"Little stars, I have to go, I promise to be back as soon as I can." He explained softly, they buried their faces into the fabric of his trousers, soaking his thighs with their tears.
"No, don't go again." Aster pleaded this time, he and his sister hiccupped with sobs and their little faces were tear stricken. Astarion wiped his children's tears away with the pads of his thumbs.
"Do not cry, my loves. I swear to return to you. Mummy will keep you safe, okay?" He cooed at them; the companions saw the tenderness in his gaze. He wasn't some blood thirsty monster right now; he was a concerned father that was reassuring his children.
Astarion kissed his children's foreheads as their pleas subsided with their tears. He stood and hugged them; he kissed his wife tenderly before pulling away.
"We should go." He said, his cold gaze returning as he looked at his companions. He started for the woods again, his companions followed in toe. Artemis let out a shaky breath and began searching the bodies for valuables.
Aster and Astra stayed close to their mother for a while, watching as their father disappeared into the thick trees once more.
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"Astarion, what was with that magic Artemis wielded?" Gale questioned; he was too excited to let such a profound event go to waste. Astarion sighed,
"She's a storm sorceress, but studying magic and learning to wield her power for two centuries made her extremely powerful. That was the first time she used such magic in a long time. She used it once before." Astarion explained as they continued to walk through the thick trees.
"She's different, something in her blood allows her to wield the weave like no one else has before. It's almost like she can channel the weave itself with her emotions. I'm not entirely sure. That wasn't even half of the power she harnesses." He continued. Gale's eyes were wide.
"That wasn't her full power?" He said, pointing back to the camp. Astarion looked at him, a bemused smirk crossed lips,
"Not even close." He replied with a smug expression. Shadowheart was too surprised,
"She's a powerful ally, I presume." She countered,
"One so powerful as herself, yes. She's a fitting ally." Lae'zel added. Astarion smirked, he already knew. They continued on their journey and his wife's lightening didn't darken the sky again, so he breathed in relief, they were safe.
For now.
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Amaimon x Student (23)
Feel kind of 'eh' about this chapter. But I want to get them out of the way so reader can focus on Amaimon and Amaimon won't go around trying to kill random suitors
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Amaimon lets out a sigh as he sinks into the water of the hot spring, resting against your shoulder. While checking into the hotel, the elderly couple began dropping hints about your relationship with Amaimon, even going so far as to leave condoms openly on the bed. But it was then that Amaimon was reminded about how gentle he’ll have to be up until after New Year. Your parents can’t see dark marks left by him.
“So, you’ll meet my family in a few days.” You quietly begin, “Are you really sure you want to meet them?” You question.
“If it means they’ll never send another man to you again, I have no problem meeting them. The next man they attempt to send, I will kill him.” Amaimon speaks with unwavering confidence. “You’re my pet. If anyone attempts to interfere, I will kill them. That includes your parents.”
You should be alarmed. Saying things like, 'No, you won’t harm my parents!’ or ‘I’ll never let you do that!’ comes to mind, but when imagining being taken from Amaimon. You refuse to accept it. Naturally, you don’t want them to die, but-
Amaimon tilts his head up and gently bites on your earlobe.
“You’re going to act normal around them…right?”
The next few days pass uneventfully, except for Amaimon's slight annoyance with how he can’t leave marks on you until after your parents��� visit. However, he eventually moves past this and decides that both of you can spend more time together once they leave.
When your parents arrive, you’re extremely nervous. Your mother sent you a message during your last class at school and insisted on meeting you right away.
Which is fine; leave Amaimon for a few hours and catch up with your mom and dad. 
With those plans cast aside, you should have known that Amaimon wouldn’t care about giving you a moment to reconnect with your family. 
He received a message from Mephisto right before the two of you left school grounds, so you promised to wait for him by the gate until he returns. 
When you notice him approaching you, your eyes widen. “What happened?” you ask, lifting your hand to touch his left ear, which is now rounded instead of pointed. Your gaze then drifts down to his hands. No claws. “Why do you look like this?” 
Amaimon observes your reaction with curiosity. You appear disappointed to see him in this state. “It’s so your parents can’t see I’m a demon.” He raises his right hand to reveal a ring on his middle finger. “Big brother gave it to me, it’s camouflage.”
“Oh.”
Even his fangs are gone; the canines are slightly pointed but nothing like they were before.
“Your parent won’t know who I really am until it’s too late.” He grasps your jaw in his hand. “Once they realize who I really am, you’ll already be my queen. Be a good pet and follow my instructions." He leans forward and presses his lips against yours.
Fortunately, when you step into the meeting location, Mephisto is already there, gracefully serving tea. He should be able to correct any mistakes Amaimon makes or stop them from happening.  “_____!” Your mother is the first to catch sight of you. She rushes over to wrap you in her arms, but suddenly halts, her gaze fixating on Amaimon, who is watching her with narrowed eyes. “Ambrosius Faust, I presume?” she asks, pulling back and eyeing him with a mix of curiosity and challenge.
With a warm smile, she beckons you and Amaimon to take your seats opposite her and your father. Amaimon settles in at your right, while Mephisto occupies the end of the table nearest to your father and Amaimon.
As soon as you settle in, your parents narrow their eyes at Amaimon, sizing him up as if measuring his strength. Your father speaks first. “So, you're here with the intention of marrying my daughter?”
You choke on your tea; this is not what you had been expecting as soon as you sat down. “Dad!”
"Let’s get straight to the point, _______. You aren’t dating for fun, you need to find a husband, you need to seek out a man of real power.” His attention switches to Amaimon. “I’ve heard you aren’t even an exorcist. So, how can we be sure you possess the strength to help create a strong offspring?” Your father narrows his eyes at Amaimon, waiting for answers.
Mephisto interjects with enthusiasm. “Actually! Ambrosius stands out as one of the most formidable potential exorcists we’ve seen in years. Though he received training in his youth, he sadly lacks the desire to pursue a path as an exorcist.”
“Wait, what’s your connection to Ambrosius?” your mother interjects, fixing her gaze on Mephisto. “Well, he was entrusted to my care as a baby. I considered having him adopted out, but I recognized his potential; I didn’t want to formally adopt him as my son, so I’ve made him my legal nephew.”
Your parents exchange puzzled glances, caught off guard by Mephisto’s explanation. However, considering Mephisto Pheles has always been eccentric, they choose to overlook it for the moment.
Mephisto smirks. "Considering Ambrosius’ connection with ______, I’m optimistic that he might be interested in becoming an exorcist again. Would you accept him even if he’s not?”
Your dad sighs. “Honestly, I hate to admit it, but the family’s priorities are making sure ______ has strong children to continue the bloodline.” You can see the guilt in his eyes as he speaks. “Doesn’t matter if he’s an exorcist, as long as he is strong.”
Amaimon gazes at your father for an uncomfortably long moment before speaking. “How many children do you expect us to have?”
Curiosity sparkles in your father’s eyes. “You’re already considering children? I suppose that’s a positive sign.”
“It’s one of the requirements for marrying ______: strength and children. So, how many do you expect us to have?”
“At least five.”
“Okay.”
“Five? Are you serious?” You stare at your father in disbelief. You had expected maybe two, but five?
Your mother clears her throat. “We were hoping for something more like three.”
Amaimon shrugs. “I was thinking eight.”
“Eight?!” You whirl around to face Amaimon, disbelief written all over your face. He stares blankly at you. “Sorry, are you suggesting we should have more? Because that’s fine.”
Your father clears his throat. "Well, we can talk about children later. As long as you’re willing to have children, that’s what truly matters. I suppose it will be at least another three years before children are in the picture."
Amaimon locks eyes with your father. “Our plan is to have a child by the end of this year.” 
You choke, and your parents stare at you in disbelief. Without looking your way, Amaimon casually pats your back. “Excuse me?” your mom glances between you and Amaimon. “Um, he’s joking."
“I’m not.”
“Ambrosius.”
“What?”
You narrow your eyes but don’t say anything else.
“So, how did you two meet?” Your mother raises a brow, eager to learn as much as she can about who will most likely be her future son-in-law.
“I was fighting-“
“It was an argument.” Mephisto cuts in.
“Right. I was arguing with someone and noticed _______. It was love at first sight.”
He’s flipping the roles. You frown.
“Really?” Your mother leans in closer. 
Amaimon nods. “Yes, the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she was destined to be my bride.”
You nudge his side. “Please stop talking.” This is so embarrassing.
“That’s nice, but we need to see your strength. If you wish to continue this relationship with our daughter, you must demonstrate your strength to us.” your father interjects.
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“This should be a safe space to test his strength, right?” Mephisto smirks, standing in the middle of an exorcist training ground.
Your father stands tall and proud, exuding an air of arrogance as he summons his familiar. “I’ll make a deal with you, Ambrosius: if you can withstand one of my familiars for five minutes, I’ll grant my approval."
Amaimon blinks, gazing at the naga before him, then glances back at you over his shoulder. You look at him for a moment, puzzled, until realization strikes. Naga are kin of Amaimon. “That’s too easy,” Amaimon complains to your father. “Don’t you have a stronger familiar?”
Your father glares back. “If it’s so easy, prove it.”
Amaimon then looks over to Mephisto, who looks beyond amused. “Yes, Ambrosius, prove it.”
Amaimon rolls his eyes at Mephisto as he reluctantly steps up. "Fine, but don't complain when it's over too quickly," he cautions, flexing his fingers as if to warm them up. 
You gulp involuntarily, worried that Amaimon will show his true strength. 
The ground trembles beneath the weight of the Naga as it lurches forward toward Amaimon, who stands resolutely in its path, undeterred by the creature's imposing size. With a swift motion, the Naga rushes toward Amaimon but halts instantly as Amaimon raises a hand, commanding the Naga to stop, which it obediently does.
Mephisto claps playfully, an exaggerated grin spreading across his face. "Well, you could say Ambrosius is quite the snake charmer!"  
In an instant, the naga vanishes in a swirling puff of smoke, leaving your father looking bewildered. "How?"  
“I told you, it’s too easy," Amaimon sighs.
Mephisto, savoring the shock on your father’s face, chuckles softly before speaking. “Let me clarify: Ambrosius has a strong affinity for…kin of earth. It would be nearly impossible to defeat him using any kin of earth.” 
You frown. Mephisto might as well just tell them that he’s Amaimon. 
“Anyway, Dad, why don’t you summon another familiar?” You attempt to divert your parents' attention from the possibility of them connecting the dots and come to the realization that he’s Amaimon.
“And will that power be passed on to his offspring?” 
“Of course!” Mephisto nods. 
Your dad then turns his attention to you. “We need to talk.” 
He nods towards your mom as he grabs your upper arm. “Please excuse us for a moment.” 
Amaimon’s brow furrows, his gaze fixed on you as your father pulls you away.  
Mephisto chuckles. “I guess they’re going to have a family meeting to decide if you’re worthy of being ______’s future husband.” 
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“Sweetheart,” your father says, his hands gripping your shoulders as soon as you’re out of sight of the demon kings. “Do you truly want to marry him? I know we’ve discussed the need for you to marry someone powerful, but I can’t shake this strange feeling about him. I don’t want you to feel obligated to marry him just to produce strong children. Yes, continuing the bloodline is important, but you don’t have to marry someone you don’t love only because he’s powerful.”
You blink in confusion, trying to wrap your mind around your father’s words. It takes a moment for it to click what he’s implying. “Do you think I’m only with him because I know he’s strong?” 
Your mother cuts in. “You don’t have to do it. We can find others if you don’t like the men we’ve shown you. Don't settle for a man just because he’s strong; I won't make you do that. I want you to find true love.”
Well, this is awkward. You find yourself staring at them, struggling to find the right words. They believe you genuinely care about continuing the bloodline, assuming you’re with Amaimon solely because of his strength. This isn't the outcome you anticipated. You expected them to be pleased by his power and to accept your relationship immediately. Instead, they seem to think that you're not really interested in him romantically. “Um, well, you see, Mom, can I speak with you privately?”
Your parents exchange a worried glance before nodding, and you guide your mom toward your apartment. 
“_____ , are you okay?” she asks, slipping into her defensive mother mode as soon as the door shuts behind her. “Yes! Yes, I’m okay. Don’t panic. I just need to talk to you, and I really don’t want Dad here.” You know she’ll probably share at least part of what you’re about to say with your dad, but you don’t mind. You just can’t face him yourself and say it. “I don’t think you understand. I’m already in a relationship with Ambrosius. I’m not just showing him to you to find the strongest man I can. I want to be with him, and honestly, I don’t care what the family thinks. When he said it was love at first sight for him, he was lying. I was the one who fell for him instantly.”
“So, you’re already in a serious relationship with him?” 
“Yeah.” 
“Are you having sex with him _____?” 
Your face burns at that; why would she ask that? “…yeah.” 
Her eyes widen as a thought crosses her mind. “Are you already pregnant? Is that why he mentioned your plan to have a child by the end of the year?” She frowns. “Even if you’re pregnant with his child, you don’t have to marry him if you don’t want to.”
“No! No, I’m not pregnant.” Does she think I had a one-night stand with him or something? What is going on?
She scrunches her nose. “What do you find appealing about him?”
“…everything.”  
“That’s not a sufficient answer.”
“Mom, I can’t explain it, but there’s something about him that pulls me in. The moment our eyes met, it felt like time stood still; he literally took my breath away. His beauty is captivating, and he’s so weird but there’s just something about him that enchants me. Everything about him feels so right, so perfect. I can’t even imagine a life without him. The mere thought of a breakup is unbearable, as no one could ever compare to him. To me, he embodies perfection. It’s kind of funny. I only saw him for a few minutes the first time, yet I could vividly envision a life with him. I know I sound crazy.” 
Slowly, your mom nods. “Yeah, a bit. Is it possible you’re under some kind of love spell?” 
“Mom!” 
“I’m sorry _____, but I’m having difficulty understanding your interest in him. He behaves strangely and has an unusual appearance.”  
“He looks beautiful.”  I wonder what she’ll think of his appearance when he isn’t wearing the ring.
“If you’re certain… alright. I’ll inform your grandparents that you’ve found a future husband.”  
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Just out of curiosity, how many MCs did you make for Keyframes? Can you tell us a bit about them? I'm interested to know :D
OMGGG HAIII!!!
Technicallyyy 4? I played through the game on all seasons but my other MCs aren't as fleshed out (and I haven't drawn them...) — but I'll talk about what I have anyway!
So obviously Chi was my first baby girl, autumn, romancing Percy straight away, I yap about her a lot already but here's a fun fact I haven't mentioned yet, her full name is Chi Huệ Aubade, very cool!
My next mc was Mika (she's sort recycled from olba, sorta not because I hate the idea of being unfaithful to cove, idk if that makes sense just the way my brain works) she's a summer and... well I was supposed to romance Elio... but then the Percy summer meeting hit me like a truck and I went for him again... now she probably won't get fleshed out but I'm thinking of doing a male mc elio summer run (for real this time, no percy shenanigans)
And then I have my spring mc, Nari, and- I will admit I was very close to reromancing Percy but no! they are a Jamie romance (slowwburn tho) cause I found the cupcake confrontation was so good with a spring personality. So they're uh, well to describe them, in a word, they're self-assured (technically two but semantics). They're extremely competent and they know it, they have a big ego and tend to be overconfident, brash and competitive. Andd they also have a crippling fear of emotional connection and an avoidant attachment style. love my little guys who are so smart yet so very stupid. Anyway their dynamic with Jamie is sort of teasing? They were expecting to be annoyed by him bcos of his reputation but they ended up liking him more than they thought. They have a sort of "people disappoint me" expectation, a lot of the friends and relationships they've had in the past were shallow (not for lack of trying? but nari really didn't put any effort in) they only really mesh with deja and cam and don't even try to form deeper relationships with others, the boys are the first friends they've made in a while, and their first time besides with cam and deja actually trying to connect with people. They're an ISTJ and fun fact about them theyyy are very good at chess.
And lastly my winter mc, Yumi (name pending.) they're my no romance route (or slowburn? it depends how it plays out I guess). They're... to describe them in one word. Chill (lol). They're an artist turned law student and they are very go with the flow. They are also doing a minor of sociology! They stopped painting in their last year of highschool because they were told they needed to start taking things seriously (they had pretty bad-average grades before). While they're generally patient and relaxed, when they do get angry, they are no holds barred, cussing out authority figures, not a single thought in that brain, they get very passionate when they're being confrontational. They're an INTP and fun fact about them they know how to skateboard.
WAIIIIT- I'M GONNA USE THIS ASK TO YAP ABOUT THE ENNEAGRAM (sorry anon my attention span is kinda fucked, ADHD ramble incoming)
Okay I've mentioned before Chi's a 2w3, little lore drop, she's got family issues (eldest daughter in an asian family /hj) but yeah there's a lot of pressure from that direction, that's part why she's doing a law degree (polisci? I forget how it is in america), she was rushed into picking a degree and just went with what she was best at. Anyway I should probably explain the enneagram oops, OKAY, so she has a type 2 fixation, which basically means, she's got a gaping hole where her self esteem is and she tries to patch that up by creating relationships (people pleaser...), that's why she tries to be as helpful as possible all the time, she's got a deep seated fear of abandonment and feels like she can only be loved if she's providing some sort of support (usually as an emotional dumping ground) to the other person.
Buttt, thankfully when she got to college she met Deja and Cam, who did NOT fuck with that kinda behaviour so she's slowly getting better, I imagine over the course of her time at college she gets better at loving herself and sets boundaries with her parents, fixes the relationship (the other drama is she has younger siblings who are still with them and yeah) idk I just like writing character arcs like this it helps me understand my ocs better I think
onto my other mcsss:
uhh Mika's a 7w8, but I'm gonna skip her since she'll probably get reworked into something else anywayyy
so Nari has a type 5 fixation, their whole deal is they need to feel competent, need to feel like they understand the world around them because it's a scary place and if something doesn't fit in with the way they understand things that means they understand nothing. Anyway, their little character arc would actually be centred on the relationship, it's a story about them accepting emotional vulnerability, letting down their walls, losing their rigid world view, and choosing to trust in another person and fall in love :3
Yumi (name pending) has a type 9 fixation, their problem is... well basically, on the surface, they're confident, calm, collected, composed (heh alliteration), they really seem like they've got it all together but internally they've resigned themself to being another cog in the machine. They've lost their passion in life and they're stuck in the pit of "it is what it is". Their character arc would probably involve them dropping out of college and pursuing something they actually care about, that being art.
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