#I NEED TO PROTECT HIM

[in-kyblogs]

Funniest thing in the world that the man playing Lestat De Lioncourt is the ‘do not perceive me’ type of introvert

[bleach-your-panties]

HE IS SO FUCKING SEXY🤤🤤🤤💚💚

[lumiilys]

Oh Ed babygirl I’m so sorry you’re miserable but I need you to know you look so fucking hot with your hair up like that and with your dangly little earring 🥰

[sugarbear2001]

Yes, Ciel is a bratty jerk, but have you also considered that he is my pookie and son?

[impromptu-sketches]

Happy Birthday Kim Dan ♡♡♡ by MinGwa

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[juthemagicalclown]

'interacting' with Зима is not enough i need to squeeze his cheeks ruffle his hair pat his head make sure he is always dressed warmly tuck him in bed tightly and wish him goodnight feed his chickadee read him poems listen to his poems tell him they toppled the tsars in 1917 bring him to china-

[scrollonso]

baby max :(

[adaines-furious-feast]

My head canon is that Ruben didn't actually change that much. When he's by himself he still talks like his "old" self. But he's terrified that not getting more cool/edgy/angry like the other Rat Grinders (who had their mean streak enhanced by the shatterstar but he never had one) is gonna make him end up like Lucy. So it's all an act (he's a bard, after all).

[nxnamikento]

I STAYED THERE!!!!

[kyojurismo]

QUICK, SOMEONE PUT HIM IN THEIR POCKET AND RUN AWAY

[catboyidia]

… what if i just start fucking crying, huh?! is that what you want from me square enix?! you want me to fucking sob?! because i fucking will! you can’t do this to me! LOOK AT HIM!!! AAAAHDHDHDJJFJF

[nanamikentoseyebags]

thinking about how vital it was for kento to have someone by his side after haibara's death. but since everyone was so caught up in their own problems, he was left all alone with his grief that swallowed his whole being. the grief and loneliness that made him leave the tech. the grief and loneliness that didn't fade even for second. even when he took his last breath.

[punknatch]

Soooo i'm rewatching Sandman and omg dream is even more of a sad wet cat than i remembered(and that's the main thing i remembered)

[savs-sims98]

A Hand To Hold (more or less) 

Premise: Astarion knows what Sylvannah did when she was away. He’s not pleased she didn’t invite him. 

Sidenote: This is my first time writing anything like this and sharing it. If there aren’t enough tags at the top let me know! 

Astarion X OC 

| 18+, explicit language, NSFW, smut, fingering, Astarion, finger play |

Sylvannah, Astarion, Shadowheart, and Gale were in Baldur’s Gate. There were many tasks to get to, but today was a day to relax. Today was a day for shopping. 

The streets were bustling. Even in all the crowds of people, Sylvannah’s eyes were fixed on Astarion. The wind mixed with his white curls and the sun danced on his pale skin. He looked radiant and rather beautiful. He loved it when she called him that. As her eyes traveled down she felt a yearning in her abdomen. He was wearing tight black pants along with a black top. His top had buttons, but he couldn’t be bothered to do them. Sylvannah always had to sit him down and button them herself. Today she forgot and she was not mad about it one bit. 

Astarion looked up from the jewelry and trinkets he was eyeing. His eyes met hers in a soft gaze. The yearning started to become more of a nagging. She was never one to be shy about her desires, but today she wanted to take matters into her own hands. Picture Astarion as he is now and ravish herself at the thought of that pale skin against her blushed frame. 

“Guys, I think I am going to try and find a bookshop somewhere nearby. I promise I won’t be gone long.” Sylvannah stated to the group. Gale proceeded to explain they could just go back to Sorcerers Sundries. After the trouble they caused last time, she insisted it was a bad idea. 

Astarion pulled her close and planted a kiss on her forehead. “Have fun darling, and do try to not spend all our money on crystals” 

She was not going to find a bookshop. Honestly, she didn’t think she could pull off the little lie. Her cheeks must’ve been flushed from the rush of need and want inside her. She finally came to a small clearing of woods outside Wyrm’s Crossing. Sylvannah made herself comfortable against a tree. For a moment a thought came to her mind “Am I really going to do this right here, anyone could walk up?” Her mind wandered to the sight of Astarion in all black. “Fuck it.” She slipped her hands down her leg and into the slit of her dress. 

Her undergarments were slightly wet to the touch. She took her time, slowly rubbing around her folds. It was always harder for her. She had to really work for it. She longed and needed the feeling of Astarion to make her come. She just needed his hands, his mouth. As she thought about him taking her body she finally felt herself come. Just a little. She felt the coil brake and her hands cupped to catch herself. It was enough to satisfy her for now. She then collected herself and headed back to town. 

Later That Night At Camp

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He looked at me. With hunger in his eyes, and a twinge of mischief. I could see he was staring right at my hands. Did he know what dirty little deed I did earlier? Away from the group, yet close enough to make my Astarion’s blood boil. 

His hand jolted for mine and he held it right in eye view. He was studying it. I could see the flare of his nostrils as he smelled the soft tips of my fingers. We were seated on pillows in front of my tent. Soft pillows of all different shapes. Reading a book I had found a few weeks back Astarion’s gaze followed me. He did not follow my eyes as I read. Nor the way my lips mouthed the words silently to myself at times. It was my hands. He knew. 

“Don’t think I couldn’t smell your heat radiating off these slick hands of yours. You do think you’re awfully slick don’t you?” He stated. Eyes locked to mine so he could see all of the flush forming on my face. Astarion looked so good in this lighting. The light fire from camp. Then he pulled my hand, pulling my whole body towards him. Leaning his lips against my ear he spoke as his cold breath licked my skin. My core started to burn and I tried so hard not to moan in my throat. 

“I don’t know when you did it.” Then he paused and the realization set in on his face. “It was when Gale and Shadowheart went off, you slipped off. You said you were going to find a bookshop.” 

The next thing Astarion did made my mouth fly open. Made the burning stretch out into a blaze. He took my pointer finger between his fingers. Toying with it and then gently. As his mouth opened he was salivating. He took my fingers in his mouth. One by one. Sucking on each delicate digit. His breathing was heaving and needy. He was tasting every inch of my sweet heat on these emerald-kissed hands. Then he stopped. Replaced his hand where mine had just been. 

“Astarion, let’s get inside my tent. I don’t want the others to hear” I said barely able to breathe as he took his hand and slid it down past my parted skirt. He found the opening in the middle of the dress and slid his hands underneath my red panties. They were already done for. Soaked beyond compare to what I had just felt. 

“Darling, you are so needy. Aren’t you?” As he spoke he worked his hands around my clit. Not too fast and almost at a rhythmic pace. My cheeks flushed even harder. Bright red and Astarion smiled at me through hooded eyes and a silly smirk. “Or do I just do it that much for you? Do I really drive you this mad? I’ve hardly touched you Sylvannah and you’re wetter than the seas of Waterdeep.” 

I cupped his face in my hands. He almost did not want to let my hand go. I looked at him lovingly and inviting. I swear I can see a faint blush fall on his face. “Astarion, I need you. I can make myself come, but it’s so hard I need to be with the one I love.” 

His hands moved from under her dress and gently rolled themselves into her tent. He angled his legs perfectly holding her soft frame as they fell onto her bedroll. Sylvannah was now angled underneath Astarion. He was already working to get her arms free from the sleeves of her dress. Once it was off he took in the sight of her. Her bright red braids are coming undone and her breathing is slowed. He can’t believe that he gets to lie with this woman. This woman who is so patient and loving to him. He wants nothing more than to love her all through the night. Astarion doesn’t give any shits if anyone in this camp hears. He would prefer it this way. Let Gale understand where Sylvannah’s heart calls home. 

Sylvannah works to get his pants unbuttoned and he lifts his shirt off his strong frame. He looks so damn good in the dim light of candles. His white hair almost glowing with a sun-kissed gleam. She took his cock in her hands and played with his tip. Stroking the soft spot on the underside where he was most sensitive. His mouth pulled open slightly and he looked so content. His ears started to go back slightly drooping lazily. He looks so soft. How could anyone have ever been wrong to this? She kisses his face. On his cheeks and small kisses on his closed eyelids. It was a sensation he liked. She was so careful with him at times. Although he loved to see her buck like a beast. 

“My darling, are you ready?” He asked as he took his hard dick from her hands and circled it around her opening. He was still pinned on top of her feeling her breasts in his hands. They weren’t very big, but he loved how they fit perfectly in the palm of his hands. He gave them a small squish to see some skin between his fingers. They were so supple and he wanted to taste them. 

“Astarion, put it in, please. I just want to feel you in me.” I was hardly able to form thoughts and make the words come from my lips. He was working wonders on my tits. Feeling how dense they could be as small as they were.  

The next feeling that came was incredible. He started to enter. I could feel the hot feeling of my tightness make room for him. He always commented on how tight she was. Astarion really had to open her legs up to get himself all the way through. As she lay under him he holds the underside of her knees, bringing her legs up to his torso so he’s completely flush to her. He starts pumping and he can feel her walls quiver and shake around him. 

As he’s inside I can already feel myself start to build up inside. Once he is inside it never takes long. I can feel my abdomen tighten and my pussy starts to tighten around him. He pushes in slowly. Using the tip of his cock to tease the inside of my opening. Bringing it out and in just enough to still stay in. Then he dives deep. It’s a shock compared to the slow methodical teasing that was just happening. Rocking his hips into mine he grips my legs, not too tight. He wouldn’t want to bruise his love. It starts to come out and it’s so much. I can feel it flood out and around his member. Astarion brings his hands underneath my back and pulls me up. My feet are comfortably resting on the back of his ankles as his strong arms hold up my body. This way I am coming all down his cock as well as his thighs. Probably all down the back of his legs too. He holds me securely as he comes inside, his hands finding their way into my loose hair. He thrusts upward as I bounce and rock on his rock-hard dick. Bringing his cock as deep as he can get as he holds me so ferociously tight. As we both climax together moaning and sweating we crash down in the tent. Just missing a few candles. 

“My word Sylvannah you are an extraordinary creature,” Astarion says as he holds her close to him. Her body is pressed against his. It feels nice as his cold body already cools their sweat. He holds her soft small hand against his chest and places kisses on her face. Just as she did. “I love you darling. I’m glad I get to do this with you. Just you.” 

“I’m glad too. I can’t wait to spend forever with you.” As she ends her sentence he holds her even closer. He pulls the bedroll up onto the two of them and they both drift to sleep. Elves may meditate, but they are so content they fall fast asleep.

[hyperion-catboy]

Brain damage baby Kelvin ♡

[darilarostarg]

“This is a person who lost a father figure early in his life and then transferred that onto his elder brother, so, when Viserys removed him, then Daemon's whole life became about, […] ‘How do I get closer to Viserys?’”

Ryan Condal on Daemon Targaryen (x)