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[chaoticbardlady99]

Nobody's Fool (Astarion x GN! AFAB! Reader) Part 5, MDNI 18+

Synopsis: Finally out of the Underdark, the group takes a rest day. You and Astarion go swimming. Astarion shows you his scars. "No shoes, no shirt, no service" ends up working out pretty well for you.

CW: SMUT, virginity loss (not glorified), PiV, Oral (F! Receiving), Dead Dove

*can be read independently

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Part 4: Part 6 : Master list

 You could not be more grateful to be out of the Underdark and away from Minotaurs or to have a true rest day. 

On the other hand, you are borderline loopy if you are being entirely honest with yourself. Your entire body feels excruciatingly heavy and you kind of just want to sleep. 

 It’s been a really long and difficult trip. You are over it- mostly because you really don’t want to go to the crèche. Shadowheart and Lae’zel have been like two toddlers throwing tantrums back and forth regarding the whole thing and at one point you lost your marbles.

“You!” You pointed at Shadowheart, “STOP BEING A RACIST JACKASS!

 You turned to Lae’zel, “AND YOU! Stop threatening her with a good time!”

 You and Astarion went on the hunt for Blackberries. It was initially just you going, but he asked if he could go with. He was rather shy about the whole thing and you are still trying to figure out what his feelings towards you are- which is also very confusing and tiring.

  A hand wraps around your bicep, interrupting your thoughts, and Astarion just barely pulls you before you walk off a larger rock and go tumbling to the ground.

 The only one who has taken any real notice in your emotional distress is Astarion, but you don’t know he realizes that and that he is very hyper aware of your needs and potential stressors. It’s part survival technique and also part absolute obsession with how wonderful you are. He feels like a giddy school boy and it’s weird. 

“Darling,” he scolds you, “why didn’t you say you were dangerously tired?”

“I’m fine,” you fib, not wanting to inconvenience him with worry.. 

 Astarion rolls his eyes and takes his bow and arrow off his back. He straps them to you before guiding you up a rock. 

“Well?” He asks with a shrug.

 It takes you a moment and you blush extremely hard. You can’t keep doing this to yourself- it’s getting pathetic. 

“I am fine, really, I -“

“Says the person who damn near walked straight off the cliff,” he chastises you again, “besides, I drank our last elixir of giant hill strength so I might as well put it to use.”

 You eventually agree and you are grateful that he carries you on his back with ease. You wear mostly light armor- preferring to be able to move swiftly to support healing your companions or fellow selunite’s. 

 Astarion smells like his cologne with a hint of salt. You can hear his barely existing pulse thrumming through his skin. Sometimes it’s odd to realize your blood is what runs through his veins right now. 

 It feels oddly intimate and dare you say… special? 

 You had woken up this morning to a very frustrated Astarion. He had reported that his hunt didn’t go well so you offered your neck. 

  Astarion hasn’t fed from you in a while so when his teeth broke skin- he had to be very mindful of his every action. You, on the other hand, were fighting off the faint moans that you refuse to let escape your lips while he feeds.

 You have no desire to sexualize him- it’s the intimacy of the act itself. Nothing more, nothing less. You haven’t been touched in a while and you haven’t touched someone in a while- not in that way anyway.

 Your hands had tangled in his hair and you were about to let him bleed you dry. He thankfully had enough restraint for both of you. 

 You thought everything was black and white- unrequited love at its finest. 

 The kiss is confusing and you keep trying to convince yourself it’s merely because he was caught up in the heat of the moment or you imagined it. The proximity isn’t helping and all you want is to do it again.

“Star?” You murmur.

 Astarion perks his ears up, “hm?” 

 “I need a nap.”

 He rolls his eyes and smiles, “well, maybe someone wouldn’t be so sleepy if someone asked for help every once in a while.”

 “I-I… ask for help,” your voice going from indignant to a grumble. 

 “You are disgustingly selfless,” he remarks, “you should do something for yourself for once.”

 “Like what!?” You exclaim, “should I try mushrooms again? Is this what you are suggesting?”

“Absolutely not,” he tsks, “I prefer when there is a smile on that lovely face of yours and I saw far more of your frown than your smile during that whole debacAle.” 

 You are so grateful he can’t see you blush like a schoolgirl right now. You wouldn’t be able to explain yourself. 

 You look around in the environment and try to come up with something fun you can do to fill your cup- which, surprisingly enough- you do so rather quickly. 

“What if we went to that waterfall?” You offer, “the water was clear and the area was cool. It would be a great way to cool off.”

“You mean the water down the insanely large cliff?” 

  You nod and are suddenly being put down- Astarion puts both hands on his hips and leers at you- then shrugs.

“Fine, but no falling or drowning- please. I don’t need oxygen, but I have no idea if I can swim or not. “

 Your original excitement wanes and turns into a different kind of excitement entirely. You cast Feather Fall and are quickly leaping over the side of the cliff- you love your silly flying magic- both flying and feather fall. You are one of the few clerics you know that actually knows how to cast fly, but you typically prefer to use a potion to avoid having to concentrate on it. You have fallen a few times before because you forgot to keep focusing. 

 Before you know it, you have dragged him towards the shallow part of the pool of water below the waterfall. Astarion looks like he may be sick, but you are certain you can teach him how to swim if he doesn’t know how to. 

 However, what you didn’t think about was the lack of swimwear. 

 It can’t possibly be that big of a deal. You are both perfectly mature adults and it’s not like seeing your friend in his underwear is that weird.

 Sure he kissed you, but he hasn’t said anything else since or tried again. It was probably an accident- even after everything he said. You know he isn’t someone to shy away from what he wants.

Besides, you try to see this as a positive rather than the excruciating negative it actually is, he isn’t even attracted to you so you don’t even have to worry about how you look! Your hair can get as mussy as it needs to be!

 You begin to get rid of your armor and Astarion almost seems to get taller suddenly- you look over and raise an eyebrow at the obviously shell shocked man.

“What? You can’t swim in your armor- you would be stuck at the bottom,” you exclaim as if the man in front of you is gawking because you are using common logic, “and I would drown- which I certainly do not want to do.”

 He blinks several times- almost too fast to be human, if you are being entirely honest with yourself, before he snaps out of it and puts on his usual confident smirk.

“I am glad we can agree on something for once,” he teases, you don’t notice the amount of effort he is putting in to not looking further from your face, “but if you wouldn’t mind turning around while I strip into my un-“

“Oh! Duh!” You feel wildly embarrassed, “I am so sorry- I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Gods I didn’t even think about that before I began- I will do better next time.”

 Flustered, you turn around and slowly submerge yourself in the water to get used to the coolness of it. It’s significantly colder than the water near Emerald Grove and you really miss it. You really liked the weird harpy beach (after the Harpy’s were removed) and the sand had been soft. 

 Maybe you should travel back some time. You are certain Karlach would be absolutely thrilled to go back after her and Wyll had their “epic cannonball” competition. Gale had cast feather fall, but it still didn’t stop the belly flop Wyll performed to hurt any less.

 That was a fun day, you think to yourself, I wish Astarion had been there, but still. I think these are the first people I feel like I belong around. 

 You smile to yourself and take a deep breath. 

 You are very proud of yourself for stepping up- you feel eons away from the person who woke up on the Nautiloid and significantly more confident in yourself. 

 You are a smart, funny, and charming individual. You are someone worthy of love and you are grateful to have boat loads of it now. 

  The water splashes from behind you and you wait for several moments. You begin to feel a bit worried when there is some silence and then teeth chattering begins. 

 You turn and Astarion is hugging himself- leering at you with his lips set in a pout.

“It is MISERABLE IN HERE!” 

 You giggle and cast a warming cantrip that Gale taught you. The water becomes significantly more comfortable, but Astarion still groans and complains. 

“What if I just watched you swim?”

 “That would be weird, Astarion.”

“Is it?” He questions, “mothers and fathers watch their children swim and don’t join them all the time- if my memory serves me correctly.”

“Are you saying you’re my mom?” You snort and relish in the way his entire face turns pink- his ears especially.

“I- NO!” You have never seen him this flabbergasted before, “I have no desire to be your mother.” 

“Oh, so you are my dad then?”

“Ye- NO!” 

 You throw your head back with mirth and laughter. It’s fun on the rare occasion that you catch him off guard first. Astarion is usually making you trip through sentences. 

You wipe away your tears and your face hurts from smiling. You feel like your face may split in half when you look at his face. He looks equally as happy and he is still embarrassed- it makes him look softer and he blinks very slowly. 

 His lips… look… so… kissable!!!!

Swimming! You scream at yourself, you came to teach him how to swim, not imagine making out with him!

 “Alright,” you submerge yourself until you are neck deep, turning to face him, “I believe in you peepaw!”

 Astarion glares at you and you give him a shit eating grin.

“I am going to fucking kill you,” he yells over the waterfall.

“PROMISE!?” 

 Astarion rolls his eyes at you before nervously looking down as he watches the rest of his upper torso disappear. Another drool worthy aspect of him that you, begrudgingly, will never get to see outside of this capacity again.

 Shadowheart saw him in that capacity. 

 It’s almost enough to derail you and want to run back to camp.

Almost.

  Where you are up to your neck, Astarion still has quite a lot water clearance. 

“Look at that!” You wipe away a fake tear, “they get older and older everyday.”

“Oh will you knock it off with that already!”

 Astarion splashes you in the face and you sputter- spitting the water that got into your mouth out. 

“EEWWWWWW!”

“HAH!” 

 It takes a few more childish splashes before you eventually get to the initial matter at hand. However, you didn’t anticipate it taking thirty minutes to convince him to even doggy paddle.

“Maybe Scratch would be a better swim teacher,” you scratch the back of your head, “maybe he would demonstrate better.”

 Astarion is tight lipped and you have noticed that he refuses to turn around in front of you or allow you to get behind him. 

 Does he have some kind of nasty mole or something?

 No, you shake your head, it’s not your place to ask. 

 “What if we tried a backstroke?” 

 Astarion takes to that very quickly-  becoming faster than you even. 

 Everything is going “swimmingly” (Astarion splashed you again for that one) and you are pretty bummed that you have to leave. You are getting tired and your stomach is growling so loudly he can hear it.

 “Wait,” Astarion pulls you back before you get out of the water- it is now just below your shoulders while Astarion almost has his entire torso above water.

 Don’t look. Don’t stare. Don’t look. Don’t stare.

“Yes, Star?”

 A ghost of a smile flickers on his face, “I- I want to show you something.”

 You are a bit confused, but nod anyway. Astarion grabs your hand this time- a shock to your system- and pulls you out while looking at both of your hands. He refuses to look your way and he seems to struggle with letting go. 

 He closes his eyes with a shaking breathe and turns around, his fists are in tight balls and you are beginning to worry there may be a creature that wishes to consume you coming out of his back at this rate.

 Thankfully, the situation isn’t that dire, but you still take a sharp breath. 

 You can see why he didn’t want to turn around earlier. The scars are so precise and deep- it looks horribly painful. You cannot imagine how long it took for this to occur- considering he has vampiric healing. 

 The skin has been healed over a thousand times, but your heart feels broken when you think about how many people have taken advantage of his situation and never stopped to ask how they could help. Those who dug their nails into his back or found beauty in his scars- only wanting to enjoy his body and chase their own pleasure.

 You aren’t sure what you should do. You want to touch them and soothe every emotional and physical wound- even the ghosts of them- but you aren’t sure that would be accepted considering the nature of the scars. You want to tell him you think the world of him- that you love him and nothing could ever change that. Hells- you would kill Cazador tomorrow if you could- but you don’t think that would help either.

 You have never felt this angry in your whole life.

“A gift,” he says solemnly before his voice is flooded with venom and embarrassment, “from Cazador.

“He composed it over the span of a night,” his shoulders slump, “he made many revisions as he went.” 

 You recognize the language and it makes your stomach turn. 

 This soul swears no oath by fire 

Nor words does he speak

In the realm of death

“Do you know what it is supposed to be?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugs, “I have never seen it. A poem or something like that.”

 A poem? That isn’t right. It’s poetic, but it seems more of a contract or curse.

 You shake your head, “this is Infernal and while it reads like a poem- it’s certainly not a poem.”

“What!?” He turns around and looks at you with panic, “infernal?” 

  This leads to drawing the design out of the dirt on the beach.

“What in the hells did he do to me?” 

 Astarion’s fear and horror soaks into your bones. You look down at the looping design. 

 It makes your own skin crawl and the message itself worries you deeply. It makes you worry that Astarion will never ever be free, but it wouldn’t make sense. This is a devil’s contract- you aren’t sure people can use those to bind themselves to someone.

“Karlach and Wyll may-“

“No,” he interrupts, “let’s keep this between us for now.”  

 You erase the evidence quickly and you are admittedly a bit surprised by the statement. 

“Doesn’t Shadowheart know? She may-“

“Shadowheart hasn’t seen them.” 

“I think she- wait really?”

“Yes.”

“But you-“

“Barely- neither party was enjoying themselves.” 

 Oh.

 Your perplexed mind must be showing on your face because Astarion smirks at you with a roll of his eyes.

“Oh please- I may be a worthless elven whore, but I-“

“Do not say that,” you cross your arms and Astarion’s sentence stops in it’s tracks, “you are not ‘worthless’ and you are not a ‘whore’ either. Even if you were- of your own volition- there is nothing wrong with that. Sex work is a very valid form of work and as long as you are happy, I will be more than happy for you.

“However, that is not the reality of the situation.” You feel your frown settling further into your face, “what happened to you is cruel and horrific. No one deserves to be treated that way- especially not you- and I can assure you that the Priestess and I are going to have serious words about including vampire spawn and helping them when I return to the temple! I am embarrassed on the behalf of the entire damn clergy.” 

 Astarion’s eyes soften significantly with a bit of warmth and humor. He also looks authentically surprised by your passion regarding the subject. He nods and turns away- continuing to get dressed and you do the same. 

 You aren’t necessarily thrilled with yourself because you neglected to think about what you are going to wear to sleep. You have a few pairs of camp clothes, but now they are soaked adjacent and you still technically have a tent mate. 

 Unless he decides that this is all too much? It feels like there has been a lot more emotionally intimate moments between both of you and you worry from time to time. It helps that you don’t have the pressure of a romantic bond, but you don’t want to make him feel trapped. 

  You walk back in silence- stretching and yawning as you go. 

 There is so much to do tomorrow. Laundry- big time. Probably need to try to secure more food before we cross the border… at this rate, we never know when the next time to restock will be.

 Ugh- especially with the Shadow Cursed Lands. We probably need to secure more blood for Astarion too. Oh and finding a way to store it so it doesn’t become disgusting. Maybe a few Restoration scrolls. I know I will be the primary source of food for him. 

 “You are thinking awfully hard over there, Darling.”

“I am just thinking about my chores.”

“Chores?

“Well, for one, I need to wash my clothes. I didn’t think about that before we went swimming. I am also trying to figure out the food situation- we are going to need to figure out how to store blood for you and try to collect as much food as we can before entering the Shadow Cursed Lands. I want to begin preparing for that now so we don’t run into trouble later. Hungry bellies and life threatening circumstances never end well.”

“Y-you don’t need to worry about me, Darling,” he stammers, “I am sure I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can, but I want to help. It will stress me the hells out if I know we don’t have something for you to eat or at least several potions so I can recover because you starving is not an option!” You exclaim, “and could you imagine Shadowheart and Lae’zel interacting while hangry? I like living, thank you very much.” 

 Astarion snorts and shakes his head, “I don’t know- I think it would make for a rather fun evening. My money would be on Lae’zel.”

“Really?” You are genuinely surprised, “my money would be on Shadowheart only because Karlach may get involved. Otherwise- Lae’zel all the way.”

“What if we made them ‘hangry’ on purpose,” Astarion offers, “we could see exactly how the situation goes? For research purposes, of course.”

“Of course,” you say, “just for research…”

 The two of you hatch a plan- the next day, you will refuse to take breaks and Astarion will throw a fit if you try. This means the two women won’t be allowed to snack throughout the day and Gale always takes forever to cook. 

 At some point, Astarion intertwined his fingers with yours and you notice, but you just hold on tightly. You really don’t want him to let go and it feels natural. You don’t notice the way he is looking at you or how he has to pay extra attention to the environment while he listens because he has almost tripped a couple times. 

 The walk home is calm and peaceful. You chatter back and forth about the various theories you have regarding Gith culture and the oddness of the crèche.

  Once you finally get back to camp- you practically skip to your tent to get out of your wet clothing. 

 It’s not until after that you realize you have made quite the error by getting caught up in your to-do list without informing Astarion that you don’t necessarily have clothes- your laundry situation is far more dire than you mentioned- and he may want to sleep in his own tent tonight. Your laundry didn’t just magically do itself in the last 10 minutes.

 You groan- thankful you have at least found a pair of underwear that are clean, but what are you supposed to do about a top? You also can’t go out to the campfire exposed. 

 “Darling- I think I may have left my-“ he coughs suddenly, “shirt.”

 Your arms cover your chest by instinct although you are turned around. 

“Oh- uh- ya um probably over there,” you sound even more awkward than you feel, “I am probably going to spend time here for the rest of the night. Didn’t really think about the laundry situation.

“I suppose that means I will see you tomorrow-“

 As if on cue- a shirt is pulled over the top of your head and you naturally put your arms through the holes. He spins you around with his delicate fingers leaving the ghost of his presence along your hips.  

  Blood is rushing through your ears. You feel far too warm and you just try to focus on the floor as he ties the laces up the front of his shirt. 

“There,” his voice is thick with an emotion you don’t know, “I suppose we are both stuck in here then. No shirt, no pants, no service, or whatever nonsense. It’s never stopped me though, but I can imagine you are no more ready to die than I am.” 

“What do you mean?”

 Astarion looks at you with a roll of his eyes and takes off his cloak.

“Oh please.”

“What!?” 

  Astarion guffaws at you, “Gale would explode if he had the opportunity to see you without any pants. It would be instantaneous.”

 Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes. That’s nonsense and absolutely silly.

“Ha, ha, very funny,” you huff, walking to your pack to get your brush, “I think it would be more so him dying of shock that I have skin to show.” 

  More silence as you brush your hair- styling it the way you prefer and praying to Selune that it dries correctly. Also that you don’t fall asleep so prematurely that it dries weirdly. 

 You are distracted though. You very much like how you look in Astarion’s shirt and it is very nice of him to be lending it to you. 

“I’ll make sure to wash your shirt with my laund-“

“I would prefer you didn’t,” he muses, “I rather like it when my clothing smells like you in your natural state, Darling.”

 You run straight into him as you turn around in your confusion, his fingers tilting your chin up until your eyes meet his.

 Ruby eyes send a massive infernal wave through you- this is how you imagine Karlach feels after consuming a soul coin. 

 You burn for him- whether he lights you on fire or sends electricity through your body. Only, you feel powerful in the way he looks at you. 

 It’s a somewhat possessive look, but not in the way you would have anticipated. It’s lustful and wanting, protective and gentle, heartbreak and hopefulness. Maybe even a bit of a fear. 

“Would you be with Gale like this if he asked?” 

 You shake your head wordlessly. Your cheeks are flushed, your heart is thumping erratically against your chest, and blood is rushing in your ears. Your entire body is quivering in anticipation.

 Astarion pulls you to him, his hands lightly on your ass. You can feel his finger curling- wishing to leave fingerprint bruises on your hips and thighs. You want him to so terribly it hurts.

“And Wyll?”

“No,” you say breathlessly. 

“Halsin?”

“Not without you.”

 He stops and chuckles darkly, “don’t threaten me with a good time, Lover.”

 You try to hold still as he kisses along the curve of your jaw- his other hand has become tangled in your hair. You want him to feel in control and to feel like he can stop if needed.

“What about the others?” 

 Gods- you can hardly believe he is serious right now.

“I only want you, Astarion.”

  This is not a confession you wanted to share ever again, but it’s out there now and you suppose it’s better to get your second rejection over with now than later. He’s probably just teasing anyway. 

 Only, it never comes- in fact- his fingers only seem to become more fidgety as they glide across your skin, sending shockwaves to your core. 

 You are in a trance and his grin is beautiful. Astarion is certainly a predator and you have quickly turned into helpless prey. You are right in his trap. 

 The whole world seems to just… stop. Your heart beat is thundering in your chest and blood roars through your ears. You wonder if he feels this way too- is this a universal experience or one sided? 

 His fingers travel along the curves of your face as if he is painting you, but his eyes are intense- it almost feels like he is trying to memorize you and your features. 

 Your breath hitches when his thumb swipes across your bottom lips, parting them ever so slightly. 

 You allow your eyes to meet his, and you have never wanted to be kissed more in your entire life. Something in the way he looks at you tells you that he feels the same. 

 It’s a silent consent- he watches your every move as he leans in and your eyes flutter shut the closer he gets to you. 

 The anticipation is killing you and you try to contain your huff of frustration, but you are desperate. This feels like a dream. 

 Astarion’s lips send shockwaves through you when he finally makes contact. 

 Every movement is slow and tender- your face is still cradled in his hands, but you aren’t sure where to put yours. Astarion seems to read your mind and his hands travel south, gently guiding your hands to rest on his chest before returning to your face. 

 You have kissed people before, but not a single soul could hold a candle to Astarion. Not that they could anyway, but this is just… incredible. 

 His lips like honey and wine are dizzying, you feel like a delicate work of art in his hands, and his skin feels like porcelain underneath your fingertips. 

 Astarion guides you to the ground, your hips straddling his, and one of his hands tangles itself in your hair, pulling you into a bruising kiss. The other remains firmly on your hip and you feel exhilarated by the idea of the fingerprint bruises that are certain to be left behind. 

 One of your arms is propped up next to his head- helping you keep balance so you don’t fall on top of him by accident. The other slides in between both of you and rubs along the outline of his cock- you swipe your tongue along his lower lip when he moans, taking advantage of the temporary dominance. 

 It’s short lived- he pulls you back by your hair and you have to put your hands on his chest to keep from embarrassing yourself. The last thing you want is to topple over on accident and have the, “yeah so I have a dirty V-Card and haven’t gone all the way, but it’s no biggie! I am sure this whole position thing will make sense eventually!” Because that seems to just scare off men. 

 The hand that had been gripping your hair is now paying an artfully close amount of attention to your clothed clit, pushing away the fabric, and one finger slides inside you with ease. 

 You bite your lip so hard you draw blood and you basically growl- you don’t want to alert the entire camp to your activities. This is meant to be a private moment and yet, you could not be more embarrassed.

“I-“ you are blushing red, his finger still moving slowly inside you, “I’m- sor- just wanted-“

 Astarion has you on your back- sucking, nipping, and lapping at the blood on your lower lip. He reinserts his lithe finger inside of you- his thumb taking it’s sweet time to hit every single nerve followed by a second finger that makes you briefly see stars.

“I don’t want to hear you ever apologize to me over something like that- it’s a noise I would rather like to hear from you again,” he nips your lower lip and you groan, “you are absolutely divine.” 

 You are a moaning mess against his doll like lips and your core is tightening so much it’s bittersweet. You want your release so terribly and you are lost in the way his fingers feel inside of you. Astarion curls and scissors his fingers- eventually adding a third that makes your toes curl in pleasure.

 He begins to make his descent down your body- kissing along the vein in your throat and along your collarbones. 

 Every inch of your skin is littered in kisses or has been love bitten by the time his cold tongue circles your sensitive clit. His fingers continue their rhythm- occasionally changing speeds to either tease or ruin you. His other hand is holding your hips down- your thighs are holding his head in place and you have no idea how much he is enjoying being buried between your legs. 

 He really, really made a mistake going with Shadowheart. You are incredible- exceptional even. The way you are fighting to keep your moans quiet as the camp begins to stir to life makes his cock twitch painfully against the already strained clothing. It doesn’t seem to matter how much friction he provides himself with- all he can think about is being inside you, filling you to the brim, taking you and making you his once and for all. 

 When you finally have the wherewithal to look at him- you are taken away with the way he looks at you. It’s the same way a priest looks talking about his God. 

 You guide his face back up to yours by weakly grabbing his hair- evidently your mind is in the same space and wanting to feel entirely consumed by him. You bite his lower lip and the growl he releases tips you over the edge- stars explode behind your eyes and you feel the rush of bliss numb your entire body. 

 A low pitched whine leaves your throat when he removes his fingers. He chuckles, but you feel so incredibly empty. It feels wrong. You are desperate to know him in every way, if he wants that.

 His eyes are still blown with lust, but you can see the adoration for you that Karlach so often talks about. You are smiling like a schoolgirl as he slots himself between your legs and begins to kiss you again. 

 Astarion’s cock is hard against the inside of your thigh and your breath hitches- the implication of the next act suddenly hitting you. 

 It’s happening and with someone you care about. Only, it makes you freeze, because it’s happening and it’s with someone you care about. 

“Is everything alright, Darling?”

 Astarion is looking at you with concern and you are quick to assuage him- gently guiding his face down to yours and kissing him deeply.

“I haven’t quite- reached this step yet- if that makes sense, but I PROMISE I WANT TO,” you are trying to save it before it crashes and dies on the floor, “if you want to- that is. 

 Astarion looks a bit surprised- maybe even a little shell shocked. What do you mean you haven’t quite gotten to this step? Are you trying to tell him you are a virgin?

 It makes sense, but a part of him is worried he may be opening the proverbial Pandora’s box and you will only want him for sex now. 

 But this is you and… he can trust you. He can enjoy you. He can indulge safely.

“I very much want to,” his voice is low and thick with lust, “I want you so terribly it hurts.” 

 The act is far more beautiful than you could have ever expected- it feels like putting together two pieces of the same beautiful vase as if it wasn’t fixed or reunited until this exact moment. 

 His movements are slow and careful- he takes his time to ready you completely. Astarion kisses your whimpering lips and his hands are intertwined with yours. 

 It’s odd for him to be entirely in control, but he also loves every second of it. He loves how consumed with you he is.

 Astarion’s eyes are boring into yours with every movement of his hips and every time you blink- he is still watching you with hooded, lustful eyes.

 His own eyelashes flutter and Astarion’s eyes are fighting not to roll back- he wants to see every single second. Astarion wants to enjoy every moment of you.

 You are technically his first too- to an extent. You are the first person he feels something for and wants to be with. 

 Your pulse thrums through his cock and his chest- it’s intoxicating and enduring. You are so real- so undeniably wonderfully alive and it allows him, even if for a moment, to feel like he is alive too.

 You mewl against his mouth, you weren’t expecting so much pinching at the start, but you found it went away quickly- your arms are now wrapped around his neck and he rocks inside of you with a slightly faster pace. His lips coax even more sighs and gasps- his own becoming intermingled as you continue to indulge in one another. 

 You feel utterly full- disgustingly, beautifully, perfectly full. You are on cloud 9 or you may have died and gone to heaven. 

 This feels right- exactly what you had been waiting for. 

 Astarion is experiencing the same emotions- he can barely keep his composure as you kiss him. The mewls and keens that leave your lips are some of the most melodic sounds he has ever heard and you are all his. 

 You feel perfect- he likes the feelings of your hands on him, even if it’s still a complicated feeling. 

 Sex has never felt sacred or safe- he has never been able to forget himself in a way that wasn’t dissociative and here he is, entirely lost in the moment.

 Entirely lost in you.

 He is gasping and sighing shamelessly into your ear with each thrust of his hips. Astarion is fighting to keep is release at bay and it’s a lot harder than he thought it would be. It usually isn’t, but you are a lovely wonderful treat. 

“A-Astarion,” you murmur his name like a prayer with every moan, as if he isn’t the one worshiping you right now. 

 Your heels are digging into his back and your heart beat is erratic. He kisses and nips your neck- struggling with his self control. You smell incredible. 

 When he goes to move away from your neck- one of your hands holds his head in place and he growls in response. Astarion means it more of a warning than anything else- he will end up biting you if you keep him here any longer. You are far, far too tempting.

 You seem to read his mind.

“I-you can- if you want,” 

 It happens so fast, neither one of you really expects it when he sinks his teeth into your neck- his body responds for him and begins to thrust into you erratically. Astarion has both of your hands pinned above your head again and you- in all your inexperience- are trusting him.

 The sounds that leave his mouth as he feeds and ruts inside you are animalistic and oddly enduring- your adrenaline and lust flows through your body. 

 Astarion’s mouth begins to feel warmer as you grow colder and his movements seem almost even more fast and distant with each second he takes from you, but you find you don’t mind. You should, but you don’t. 

 Your cries are guttural, hushed, and filled with pleasure- your legs are shaking around his waist and he can feel your life essence getting weaker and weaker. 

 It is becoming harder and harder to move away with each gulp of blood he takes, but he knows he needs to stop before he kills you on accident. 

 It feels physically painful to do so- not even necessarily because he is hungry, but because it made him feel truly connected to you on every single level. Astarion has never been given the pleasure of doing that before. 

“You,” he kisses all over your face as you look up at him lazily, “are so lovely and you have been exceptionally good for me, my Dear.”

 Astarion rolls so you are on top of him again- he knows you need a second to recover and he thinks you may rather enjoy this. 

 He props you up with his core and legs- using his hand to help himself get back inside you while you weakly keep yourself upright. You are a blissed out, wanting, whimpering mess when you finally are sinking back down on him and your hands are on either side of his head.

 Your eyes are blown wide with lust, blood drips down your throat and down your chest, and Astarion wants to remember this moment forever. You look euphoric and your eyes are glossed over from the haze of blood loss and pleasure. 

  Astarion moves his core up and done- thrusting up into you while one of his hands keeps you from moving and the other is tangled in your hair. He wants to see you orgasm- he wants to watch your face when bliss takes you again. 

 It’s beautiful when it does. 

 Your face is peaceful with pleasure, but your eyes are filled with adoration for him, not just lust and hunger-sated. 

 There is no boredom or false infatuation. No Cazador or  looming death right now- just the two of you in your little sanctuary together. 

 A mixture of your rush and his seed coats his navel and it may be the most delicious feeling in the whole world. The sound of your bodies is positively filthy and he is thankful you are still caught up in your haze because there is no way no one didn’t hear the events that have transpired in your tent.

 He pulls you down to his chest, your legs are shaking around his waist and he’s slightly worried he may have done too much for your first time. However, you are lazily kissing his cheek and along his jaw so you certainly don’t seem displeased.

 “Thank you,” you whisper, “this is what I envisioned my first time being like.”

“What do you mean?” He whispers back, unsure of why that is. Did you envision being with someone experienced? Beautiful? Easy to manipulate into sex?

“Being with someone I care about,” you lay your head on his chest and yawn, “with someone I consider my closest and most favorite companion. My friend and…”

 It surprises him immensely and he honestly has no idea how to express his gratefulness, but he is able to respond in a somewhat normal way.

“One and Only Lover?” He offers flirtatiously, “exceptionally charming Vampire? Your deviously handsome rogue?” 

 You sit up weakly, rolling your eyes and place a kiss on his chin before curling back up.

“All of the above.”

“Thank the Gods- I was worried I was going to have to kill Wyll after all.”

 You snort and just shake your head. Your breathing evens out and his hands are playing with your hair- as is the normal routine. 

 The normal routine. 

 Astarion’s smile is massive- he feels happy tears begin to stream down his face and he wipes them away with his free hand. 

 This is his new normal- having sex with you, a person he wants to be with, and cuddling afterwards. He even gets to drink from you.   And he already can’t wait to be with you in such an intimate way again.

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[nanabansama]

Tsukasa's Winter Uniform

Many people forget, but Tsukasa has appeared in TBHK since the very first chapter. He even shows up before Kou, less you count the pilot adaptation.

The odd thing is, despite Tsukasa later confirming he only wore the winter uniform to match his older brother, Tsukasa shows up in the winter uniform much earlier than their fated rooftop encounter. About a month earlier, at least.

If that weren't enough, he even shows up wearing it in the reflection of Hanako's knife, implying he wore it when he died.

Previously I guessed this was done because AidaIro hadn't finalized the designs of Amane (specifically, alive!Hanako) and Tsukasa yet, but upon further reflection I like to think it was to wordlessly show the deep connection between Hanako and Tsukasa. To leave hints for the reader, and keep them second-guessing.

I mean, who's to say the character handling the radio in Chapter 1 wasn't Hanako? It's unlikely with what we know now, but it's something a lot of people probably thought when they first read it. And I think that's kind of brilliant, given that the twins are mirror images of each other in everything except clothes. When we can't see Tsukasa's identical face, it only makes sense to give them the same clothes.

It's interesting when Tsukasa first shows up on the rooftop, too. Tsukasa has a few differences between himself and his twin, but in this encounter he shares much of the same traits. He lacks his pointy teeth and you can't even see his eyes till the end, which don't even look particularly Tsukasa-like.

The only true major difference is his kokujoudai and the black seal, which really lack any individuality at all... they are just black-colored versions of Hanako's own seal and tsueshiro. It's a very interesting choice; the least I can say is Tsukasa really went all out in matching his brother.

In some ways, it's a bit underwhelming for his face reveal. In others, it's not: I mean, Hanako's murder victim literally shares his face! What a compelling surprise! I can only imagine AidaIro was trying to emphasize this.

Later, Tsukasa returns to the broadcasting club room and catches up with Natsuhiko and Sakura. This is where his individuality begins to shine.

He changes into his hakama outfit, his pupils get tiny or his eyes go completely black, and while not every panel has them he's drawn with his signature pointy canines in a few.

His personality changes, too. You get to see Tsukasa's more childlike, innocent side. He's so much more serious when he's with Hanako, you feel a lot of tension and maybe even resentment there. But here, he becomes so carefree. While the rooftop has him feeling more like a spectre of Hanako's guilt rather than his own person, here it really sinks in that this is not just some recolored Hanako we're dealing with.

On that note, I find it interesting the twins seem more carefree when they're away from each other... hmm...

Anyway, one thing I like about this era of Tsukasa is the art AidaIro made of him. I'm a big fan of early TBHK art, and the matching baggy winter uniforms really look nice together.

I like how this art emphasizes a sort of perverted sentimentality between the two of them. They can't help reaching out to each other. I like how Hanako distinctly doesn't look happy either, something Tsukasa inquires when they meet again. He looks distressed, helplessly so. And he is: he can't break away from his guilt of killing Tsukasa, nor Tsukasa himself, who is content to keep eating away at him while he still can, knowing Amane will be his doom. It's mutual self-destruction--They can't live with each other, can't live without each other...

My love for chapter frontispieces aside, thanks for reading this far! I used to not have much appreciation for Tsukasa's winter uniform but I've come to love its symbolism a lot more as time has gone on. Perhaps I'm reading too deep into things, but what do you think?

Also before anyone tries to tell me the Chapter 17 frontispiece isn't Tsukasa allow me to introduce you to the top right corner:

[thewulf]

Hiiii! I have a little request! What if one of reader's love language Is act of service,She used to prepare a lunch box for her and her (now ex) boyfriend but he never appreciated the gesture,because he isn a kid and could buy food like his other team mates ( maybe one of them told her they saw him throw away the food).

Years later she is dating hangman,they don't live toghether yet but take turn to spend the night at each other places. One night when it's Jake turn to go to hers,he complaing about starving because the cafateria on base had to close for some gas leak or something and they had to either raid the vending machine or spending all their break to go to eat somewhere but it's impraticable. So when she is making making her lunch box with the dinner leftovers, She decide to do one for him too, but instead of telling him, mostly because she is afraid he will have a similar reaction like her ex,She leave a little note for him to find the next morning. The next morning he call her during his lunch break to thank her and tell the other were jealous and wanted to steal the food. So she keep making his food the night he spend at her, but a parte of her Is still afraid that he is lying until One day She get a text from someone of the dragger and it's a video of Jake unpacking his lunch box and showing what he got all smiley, and in background she can hear the other saying stuff like "you got all of this?!" " Lucky man" and so on, and the caption is "if I pay you,can you make One for me too?" (There Is a video in tick tock like this). Just something sweet... Thank you 💞

ahh this has been sitting in my inbox for SO long and I'm finally getting to it (near the end of my Jake requests wooo!!).

Yes anon, hopefully you are still around but you got this cute lil one shot coming up here for you soon!! This is so cute and sweet and thoughtful and I'll make it extra fluffy!

Let me know if you wanna be tagged below :)

[sugar-omi]

DAY TWENTY-ONE — EGGS

*kinktober masterlist | *ao3

tags : NSFW, gn/intersex + top reader, dragon!reader x human!cove, arranged marriage, stomach bulging, knotting, mpreg i suppose, cove w nip n belly piercings, praise

synopsis : you've put off having children to accommodate your human husband, and for him to get comfortable with you. but cove insists he’s ready, and you wouldn’t dare deny your darling husband something he wants

cove is anxious.

and the servants helping him bathe and dress aren't helping as they go on and on about how beautiful your children will be, that "with their majesty's dragon blood, your children will be beautiful and strong!"

even though you promised to be gentle, it didn't ease his fear now that it was happening.

and now he's all alone, sitting in the middle of this grand bed, even though the door is also grand since this is your bedroom- fit for royalty afterall-, he often wonders how it even got in the room from its size.

he tries to focus on the logistics of how the bed was squeezed into the door, and focuses on the grandeur of your palace.

even after nearly a year here, he can never get used to the high ceilings and gold, bold colors and tall open windows. the land is pretty too, open space for dragons to land and flourishing flowers and trees and clear waters.

then he started thinking about how the people dress…

open backs to accommodate your wings, in truth the clothes are quite skimpy to begin with to make room for your tail as well but also since dragons run hot, you need a breeze.

rings and chains to decorate your horns, eye catching makeup and much gold and silver and gems to go around.

it's much different from how he's used to dressing. even though he's used to and comfortable with a lack of clothing, the glamor always make him feel out of place.

even now, necklaces cool his hot skin and he's aware of the rings on his sweaty hands.

he swallows, sighing shakily. he twists his wedding band, shaky fingers tracing the brilliant gems and every curve and bend of the ring.

the door groans, and cove nearly snaps his neck to meet your gaze.

you blink lazily, your nails scraping against the wood as your hand drags along the door. your jewelry clicks, cove's eyes lingering on the shiny pair of anklets.

"ogle as long as you'd like, little dove." you purr, the rumble of your booming voice sends shivers up cove's spin.

he blink, meeting your sharp eyes. "sorry.."

you shake your head, locking the door behind you without looking. the click sticks to cove's mind, anticipation rising in his chest.

"the ladies worked hard to dress me up, please appreciate their efforts." you take long strides across the room, kneeling in the bed and reaching out to softly caress your husband's cheek.

you eyes droop, pointed pupils softening. "i know i do…" you purr, your fingers trailing between his flushed cheeks to his painted, glossy lips.

"although, i think they should have taken your natural fluster into account, the blush is poor in comparison."

cove wraps his hand around your wrist, peeking at you through his lashes.

"i'm.. glad you think so." he mutters, nuzzling into your hand.

your eyes trail down his body, your fingers following your gaze. starting with his hair, curling his hair around the digit, trailing down to his neck and lingering on the choker, pupils dilating with the way it stretches around his throat.

then your nail drags down the valley of his chest, parting his robe to see his pierced nipples, the gem of the jewelry your favorite color.

cove squirms, feeling like prey in the hands of a predator. in a way he was, but he tried not to think of that anymore.

"um.. i- they made something special for tonight…" cove takes your raised brow and retreating hand as a sign.

he undoes the ribbon, and everything seems to move in slow motion as the sleeves pool at his elbows and he shifts to show you his lovely outfit for tonight.

if the servants dressed him with the aim to be devoured, they've hit the mark.

if it isn't the lace underwear, leaving nothing to the imagination, it has to be the garter belt and thighs, showing the expanse of his long legs.

you growl, your canines pricking your bottom lip.

cove's eyes nearly fall out his head when you rip off your own garments, leaving on your underwear.

cove almost wishes you'd take them off so he can prepare himself mentally for what you're packing.

he still hasn't decided if he's thrilled or petrified by what you could get up to in the bedroom. he figures he shouldn't think with his dick, but that's a difficult challenge when it comes to you.

"y-y/n?" cove stutters, scooting back on the bed.

you crawl up the bed, your wings flaring.

cove was always painfully aware of the size difference. but having you hover over him like this.. it makes him squirm and he isn't ready to admit he likes how intimidating you are.

you take his hand, placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. "don't run from me… i promised i'd be gentle, didn't i?" you peer at him through your lashes, turn his arm to kiss his fingers and down his palm…

cove nods, his mouth dry. "yes.. you did."

he feels like you're sucking the breath from his lungs without even kissing him. your lips trailing down his wrist and you repeat the action on his left arm, kissing up the pale, raised path of his scar and to the back of his hand, kissing his ring.

he shakes, biting his bottom lip.

your hand trails down his side, your palm hot against his skin, you snatch off his underwear with a loud rip, throwing the ruined fabric to the side.

cove yelps, trying to close his legs. "y/n!"

you push his legs apart, tugging him so he's laying on his back. "you look divine, my love. i can't resist..." you kiss his inner thigh, getting close to his growing erection before switching to the other thigh. you make eye contact when you part your lips, biting him gently enough to leave a mark but not bleed.

cove moans, covering his face, mumbling something inaudible.

your clawed hands wraps around his wrists, "don't hide your sounds or face from me. i don't want to tie you up." you grin wolfishly, only partially joking.

cove nods and squeaks out his agreement, feeling his temperature rise when you sink back down but not before taking a vial of oil, spreading it over your fingers. "just relax for me.." you purr, slowly sinking in one finger.

he blinks, feeling a bit hazy... right, you mentioned something about pheromones. this must be it, since he feels himself relax and his racing heart evens out.

cove loses himself in your voice, your praises and pet names barely reaching him.

cove whimpers when you add another finger, pushing back on the digits. “good boy,” you purr. “you look so lovely..” your fingers curl against his walls, oil getting on the sheets from how careless you were with it but the mess just adds excitement.

“you’re going to look so pretty on my dick. i almost can’t wait for it..” you pet cove’s cheek, getting close to steal a kiss from his loose lips, pretty moans like a symphony. “it’d be a shame to break you though when we have a whole lifetime to spend together..”

you close the gap, cove mindlessly following your lips and you kiss him so gently it makes his head spin. your lips swallow up his moan when you add another digit, slowly stretching him open.

he breaks the kiss, panting and whines loudly.

your lips fall to his throat, pushing back his hair to place wet kisses along tan skin, stopping to suck a hickey where you feel his pulse under your lips, leaving a deep mark that will take days to heal.

he squirms, forcing your fingers against his prostate. “ahh!” cove cries loudly, his walls convulsing around your digits. you grin, happy to see him falling apart from your fingers alone. “is that your spot?"

you curl your fingers again, rewarding you with a loud moan, his back arching off the bed.

"that's it doll, keep fucking yourself on my fingers." you sink down so you're on your stomach, kissing cove's tummy until you're face to face with his weeping cock.

you kiss the tip, taking him into his mouth.

"ah- y/n.." cove squirms, grinding on your fingers, twisting the sheets. you take him further into your mouth, swallowing around his length.

cove groans, his thigh shaking under your hand. he forgets about a special trait of dragons, and that's your long forked tongue…

you tongue wraps around his dick, spit running down his length and balls, adding to the mess between his legs. cove squirms, thrusting up into your mouth, his fingers finding their way into your hair.

you scissor your fingers and suck at the same time, cove yelling out loud curses and moans. his fingers tighten around your strands and you groan around his length.

“f-fuck!” cove cries, tears welling up in his eyes and his free leg shaking by your side. he tries not to kick you so instead he lets go of your hair and finds your horn, his fingers wrapped around the base.

the vibration from your muffled noises, your growl making your throat move around his leaky cock pushes him over the edge, his cum filling your mouth. cove whimpers, crying your name and his nails scratch the base of your horn as your tongue moves up and down his length, your lips sucking on his tip.

he pushes against your head, his foot hitting the bed. “that’s- hah- that's enough…”

you release his spent cock, wiping your mouth as you admire your darling husband with his face covered by his arm, chest rising and falling (you mentally remind yourself to pay special attention to his pierced tits), and his cock still twitching leaking on his tummy.

cove peaks at you, his bangs sticking to his forehead. “are.. are you gonna put it in?”

your jaw tightens and you feel your dick twitch against your thigh, eager to make those tears caught on his long lashes fall.

you nod, and you resign to a scolding from your tailor later about all the ripped clothes as you throw your underwear to the pile. cove’s eyes roam down your body, his shaky gaze settling on your cock.

he mentally curses, squirming. would.. would you even fit? and what about the eggs? fuck. he feels in over his head.

almost like you’ve read his mind (as if his worry wasn’t obvious), you reassure him. “don’t worry, beloved. you’ll be able to take my cock and eggs, i’ve prepared you for this day haven’t i?”

cove swallows, his stomach stirring pleasantly as he thinks back to all the nights you called him to your room or snuck into his and stretched him open with your fingers or tongue until sunrise, then you’d disappear until the afternoon as if you hadn’t pulled him apart just hours ago.

“yeah..” cove mumbles, watching you pour oil over your dick. you’re so thick, prominent ridges along the underside leading up to your tapered tip, and a fat knot at the base. then his eyes trail down to your cunt, your slick running down your thighs..

“i’ll let you fuck me once we’re done.”

cove snaps out of his trance, meeting your knowing eyes with his own wide saucers. “w-what?!” you lean over him, your wings casting a shadow over you both. “i’ve never had sex with a human, it’ll be interesting.. especially if you’re full of my eggs.”

cove moans, pinching his lips together to muffle the sudden sound.

“ah, so you like that idea! how sweet..” you cheer, almost teasing but he tries not to take it that way. you lack shame, perhaps something caused by living so long, whereas he has much of it, enough shame to be embarrassed by most things out your mouth.

cove didn’t plan to say anything back, but any thought he did have vanishes when you sink inside him, your tip stretching him out and he throws his head back, arching and squirming against the sheets as your dick stretches him open the more you sink into him, the ridges dragging against his walls deliciously.

your tail swings behind you, messing up the bed sheets. you’re panting, trying to give him time to adjust to your size but he’s flushed down to his chest and panting so adorably, his cock still as lively as ever and you can even see a bulge when he sucks in his tummy… you want to ruin him.

cove blinks through his tears, licking his lips.”you.. you can move.” he pants, removing half his face from the pillow.

you lean over him for a kiss, your sweaty chests pressed against each other as he wraps his arms around your neck, pulling you into a deep, messy kiss. he’s too busy feeling your forked tongue along the inside of his mouth to realize you’re rearing your hips back, drunk off pheromones and consumed by your being.

you slam inside him, your knot pressing against his entrance. cove yells into your mouth, breaking the kiss.

you kiss his temple, “you don’t mind if i’m a little rough.. right?”

you don’t even give him a chance to respond, pushing out all his thoughts with you dick, the ridges of your cock dragging against his walls and he’s melting at how your cock easily reaches those sweet spots inside him.

cove cries, clinging onto the pillows as your cock drags against his walls, cum getting all over his and your stomach when you lean down to suck on his jeweled nipples, scraping the sensitive bud with your teeth and hollowing your cheeks.

he whines, his cock twitching and leaking more cum. fuck it feels so good.. and when you finally pull off his nipple is puffy and flushed, then you switch to the other one to do the same. cove cups the back of your neck, letting you suck on his chest.

‘i wonder if i’ll lactate..’ cove stares at the ceiling with blurry vision, his bouncing feet and your brilliant wings in view. you’re using your body to fold him in half, forcing him to open up and take you.

you pull off his nipple with a pop, nuzzling into his neck and nipping at his skin.

“nngh-” cove throws his head to the side, exposing himself to you and you welcome it. cove’s nails drag down your back, catching on the base of your wings.

you groan, your thrusts faltering and your head drops to his shoulder. he can feel your shaking breath, your fingers tightly holding onto his thighs.

“..again..” you mumble against his shoulder. cove blinks, not hearing what you said. “huh? did that- did it hurt?”

you remove yourself from his shoulder, your eyes sharp and panting. “do it again. touch my wings again..”

cove stares dumbly before he nods, stroking the base of your wings and rewarding him with a lovely moan and you shudder, your wings fluttering and flapping. “fuck..” you curse, fixing your grip so your hands on the back of his knees and cove cries out when you set a faster pace, your tip slamming into his g-spot.

your knot is catching on his hole, the sudden stretch whenever you push into his insides makes his head spin and his cock twitch, but every backwards pull of your hips pulls your knot out and it makes his heart hurt. he wants to be full so bad he could cry.

you’re purring, your rumbling chest reverberating through him. “‘gonna knot.. gonna fill you up…” you babble, licking up cove’s tears he didn’t realize he was shedding.

you stop your bullying on his poor guts to ease your knot into him before it didn’t fit, and cove’s nails drag down your scales to your skin. you kiss cove’s open mouth, scooping up all his moans and cries and babbled words with your tongue.

“so good. good mate..” you soothe when your knot finally pops inside him, his tight ass stretched and filled to the brim with you cock. cove wraps his arms around your neck to kiss you properly, and you’re the one who realizes he’s cumming, his cock shooting out long strips of cum over his tummy.

you growl, the sound shaking against cove’s tongue.

you grind into him, your tip right against his prostate. you babble more soothing words and praises as cove cries and whines, feeling your cum paint his insides.

“so good- just a bit more..” you lick his wet cheeks, holding both his hands as he starts to get louder and squirmer, your dick stretching to accommodate your eggs.

cove’s legs are shaking, and his cock even drools more cum.

to think he started out wishing he never agreed to marry you and move to your foreign kingdom, and here he is falling apart on your dick, cumming from your knot and the stretch of your eggs filling up his insides.

“y/n~” cove drawls, whiny. that was one egg… not bad, it’s not as big as he feared it would be, suppose the whispered gossip from the towns ladies back home about how “a dragon's egg would make a human burst!” isn’t anywhere near the truth.

you shush him, kissing his cheeks. “it’s okay, lovely. just a couple more..”

cove whimpers, your cock stretching against his sensitive walls, this time the second and third egg is easier, filling him up quickly. he pants, his weak arms falling to his side, his fingers twitching and he barely finds the strength to hold onto the pillow when he feels more pressure.

“i-i thought-!” cove cries, looking down at his stomach.

even through his bleary eyes he can see his wide stomach, your eggs and cock making his stomach bulge.

cove cries and curses, his head falling back. that… that’s hotter than it should be.

you pant, massaging cove’s thighs. “last one.. last one i promise…”

the egg stretches past your tip, knocking against the other eggs and cove sighs, happy that it’s finally over. he puts a hand on his stomach… dragon eggs definitely aren’t small, and he’s tired.

although.. he can’t help but be a bit happy.

you pet his hair, kissing his cheek…

“i knew you’d look good full of my eggs.”

[002yb]

OMGGGG can you write a more extensive fic or more hcs of ur recent post:3c it was soooo cute i need more

In relation to this post with Jason's first love being circus boy!Dick.

Bruce having full faith that Jason's sweet little first love story will fizzle out after some time spent apart

A foolish thing to convince himself of, given that phones exist

Bruce doesn't know what he was expecting, but a circus boy having his own phone was not one of them and he has to level with himself on what the assumption says about him l:

Digression aside, Bruce being an exasperated dad because Jason won't put the fucking phone down; he's always smiling at it, too and he needs to know why

The only conclusions he draws involve Dick corrupting his babygirl via dirty texts and requests for salacious pictures.

And there are photos - so many photos - but they're all harmless, ranging from dumb to pretty to thoughtful. It's just Dick sharing his life with Jason and showing how Jason fits in it and Bruce is OTL because this fucking charmer bastard how sweet.

Then things escalate and all at once there are phone and video calls. And Bruce doesn't realize it at first until he's talking with Jason one evening and Dick chimes in and Bruce is D:< because his time with his babygirl has been infringed upon more than usual!? Unforgivable.

Only it is [forgivable] because Dick was helping Jason with an assignment for school. Or talking him through some social struggle he didn't want to come to Bruce with (because Bruce's solutions, while appreciated, are dramatically passionate and sometimes bring about more issues because Bruce has a Jason complex that's so big omg).

(Dick will develop a similar complex; it's how he'll bond with Bruce it's chill).

But yeah, Dick existing in the life of the Wayne household via phone. Bruce doesn't realize he's come to enjoy Dick's company until one day Jason isn't on the phone with Dick and Bruce asks after him and is disappointed when Jason says Dick is busy

And then Bruce catches himself and gets petulant, only Alfred totally caught him and, 'smugness is unbecoming, Alfred )<' while he leaves the room and promptly OTL because damn it.

In addition:

Years into their friendship/relationship, Jason works with Dick's parents to visit during Dick's birthday

Which gives Jason all sorts of butterflies, only not for the expected reasons. Like, yeah. He's excited to see Dick. More wonderful though? Dick's parents acknowledging him.

Which arguably they did a while ago, but to be invited by them personally to something is so important to him

And Bruce is sitting there, wondering if Jason is genuinely awestruck or dropping heavy-handed hints for Bruce to invite Dick to their home for Jason's birthday and Bruce straight up plays dumb about it

Also:

Dick visiting Jason during some downtime. A brief stint because he still has to train and work on new routines, but a solid week with spent visiting Jason and spending time with the family

Bruce stalking the halls in anticipation of catching Dick sneaking into Jason's room.

Alfred catches Bruce in the act and points out how the boys are staying in one of the lounges

To which Bruce sprints off down the staircase and crashes the sleepover and Jason is so indignant and embarrassed although Dick laughs and welcomes Bruce like it's nothing

Bruce being charmed left and right because Dick and him click somehow, some way. Alfred throwing out a choice comment about how daughters find loves like their fathers and Bruce is ;A; suddenly seeing all the ways Dick is like him ahahahaha

Also, typical coming-of-age story dramas:

Jason, distraught because Dick gets a girlfriend and she's actually wonderful fuuuuuuuuuck

Bruce, internally very smug, outwardly cooing at his babygirl because it's okay Bruce has got him it's okay jay bb

And like, let it be a legit relationship. It doesn't last, but post-breakup Jason drops everything to fly wherever and surprise his bestie

And Bruce is pissed because he isn't raising a rebound ):<

Which Jason flusters because that's not what this is about stop embarrassing him omg

[your-divine-ribs]

Forbidden Part 15

Words: 3.4k

Warnings: dead filthy // threesome MMF // overstimulation // I’m going to hell for sure! 🫣

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You'd felt uneasy enough in the pitch black of the room, but now you're illuminated under the harsh strip lighting, all lit up on display like a coveted prize for the taking, you're wound up so tight that you're struggling to remember how to even breathe.

Two sets of hungry blue eyes appraise you, unwavering gazes bringing to mind a duo of predators who've hunted down their prey and they're just waiting for the opportune moment to strike. You wonder if they're waiting for you to speak, but you don't trust that if you open your mouth actual words will come out, so you just sit, thighs spread wide as you straddle Johnny's lap, nervous eyes skittering between them both. With your hands bound tightly behind your back your chest is pushed out, pert breasts thrust out proudly, nipples stiffened in the cool air. Van's gaze rakes over you appreciatively before he speaks, although he's not addressing you.

"Mmm... fucking perfect. It really does make you wonder how such a pretty girl can be so bad though, doesn't it?"

Johnny's lips twitch into a smile, his large hands sweeping down over your hips and thighs to find the hem of your dress, slipping underneath the fabric as his touch slides upwards.

"I don't think she's so bad... maybe she just needs reminding how to behave."

Your cheeks burn as Johnny's fingers grasp your flesh firmly before inching inwards, running down the crease of your inner thighs, making your body twitch. You don't know where to look with both men's burning gazes on you, self-consciously averting your eyes to look downwards.

"Don't get all shy on us now Y/N," Van says, reaching forward to place a finger under your jaw, tipping your face upwards. "This is what you wanted isn't it? You've been trying to get my attention all afternoon... well you certainly have it now."

"I didn't mean... I mean I wasn't trying to..." you start, your words coming out a jumbled mess. It's hard to think straight the way that Johnny's fingers are trailing over your skin, sensitivity heightening as he inches closer to your heat.

"So what were you doing then, huh? Seems to me like you wanted me to watch whilst you got finger fucked under the table... no?"

He doesn't wait for a response and his crass words stun you into silence anyway. You look from him to Johnny and back again and his eyes remain fixed on you, his enjoyment at watching you squirm evident. His finger trails slowly down your neck, between your collar bones and the valley of your breasts, tugging on the neckline of your dress until one of the little buttons that fastens it down the front pops open.

"All you need to do is ask... If you ask nicely then you know you can have anything you want... anything at all..."

Now you know he's definitely toying with you. It's certainly not like Van to be so agreeable. He relishes being in control and exerting his dominance over you. He'd sooner have you down on your knees begging for it rather than give you the pleasure you crave with a simple ask. You can see in his teasing smirk that he has something in particular in mind for you today.

Another button pops open, the neckline gaping as your breasts are completely freed. You swallow deeply, your heart racing at the prospect of soon being completely naked in this position, totally on show for them, helpless and vulnerable whilst they take whatever they want from you. The thought thrills you beyond your wildest dreams, shame flooding you as the throbbing pulse between your legs intensifies.

"So what do you want then darlin'?" Johnny murmurs, a fingertip dancing lightly over your folds, tracing around your clit in a wide arc, purposefully avoiding it. Your breath catches, your body quivering with longing. You're holding yourself so taut in this position that your legs are starting to ache, muscles burning.

"She wants to come... isn't that right baby?" Van teases in a mocking fashion. He deftly unfastens more buttons, his fingers sparking electricity whenever they brush the bare skin underneath. "It's all she can think of, the dirty girl."

Johnny raises an eyebrow. "Maybe we should put her out of her misery then... what do you think Van?"

"Hmm, maybe... but I wanna hear her ask for it first."

Van's eyes are darker than you've ever seen them, a raw kind of hunger that makes your core burn with need. They've got you so worked up you could fall apart from the briefest touch and they've not even got started with you yet. Your dress falls completely open and Van quickly pushes it back off your shoulders, completely revealing you.

"Come on," Van purrs, brazenly taking all of you in. "We're waiting. Tell us what you want... use your words now."

"I... I want it," you stutter, your body spasming as Johnny's fingers glide over your slick skin, briefly ghosting over your sweet spot before moving away. "Please..." you add breathlessly.

"Please... what?" Van looks at you expectantly, a lone fingertip ascending up slowly over your abdomen, tracing over your ribs, oh so lightly brushing a nipple, tweaking it teasingly. Your skin's littered with goosebumps, every nerve ending sparked and standing to attention.

"Please Sir," you whisper, shame colouring your cheeks an even deeper shade of scarlet, but you're past caring about your obvious desperation now, needing more than their torturously light caresses. You're rewarded with another feathered trace of Johnny's finger, but it's not enough. It's not nearly enough. You feel like you could explode.

"We can't hear you love, you're gonna have to do better than that." Johnny smirks as your hips autonomously start to gyrate in a small wave as you desperately try to push yourself on to his fingers.

His thumb moves over your clit in a slow motion that has your legs trembling and you roll your hips again, even more deliberately this time, a whimper dying in your throat as he moves away.

"Fuck..." you mutter out, the curse-word slipping unbidden from your lips. "I want to come... please Sir... please. I want to come so bad."

The slow grin that spreads on Van's lips is mirrored by Johnny as both men exchange a knowing glance. "Told ya didn't I? She sounds so pretty when she begs."

"She certainly does," is Johnny's response and then before you know what's happening his strong hands are gripping your waist, squeezing it as he flips you around in his lap in a swift motion, pulling you backwards on to his lap so you're now facing away from him, flush against his chest. He pulls you back firmly against him by your hips, hooking his legs over either of yours at the knee and spreading his legs, forcing yours open as wide as they'll go. You're totally exposed and helpless, hands still bound, pulled back tightly against the solid plane of Johnny's chest. One of his hands moves up to circle your throat under your jaw and he flexes his fingers there, only squeezing a gentle pressure but one that leaves you in no uncertain terms who has all the control here. It's certainly not you.

"Just relax... you're gonna enjoy this..."

Van's on the move too, he rises up from his seat and quickly drops down on to his knees on the floor between your spread legs, his eyes flicking between yours and your exposed cunt. He's practically salivating at the sight of you, all spread out and soaking wet for him as he leans in and ghosts a barely felt kiss on your inner thigh.

"You're a fucking vision," he mutters, planting another kiss higher up, making you shudder in anticipation. You can do nothing but watch, your breath coming in short, shallow gasps as he kisses and kicks his way up your trembling thighs.

He pauses, hovering an inch from your heat, scorching eyes burning into you with an intensity that makes your heart stutter. "Keep those eyes on me now."

Without breaking eye contact he moves forward, crudely breathing you in before his tongue darts out, swiping a thick line up your centre. Your whole body would probably convulse from the contact if Johnny wasn't holding you so tightly to his body, watching the show as he kisses and nibbles at your neck.

"Oh my god," you manage to utter in a breathy moan, wanton desire overtaking you as Van's tongue traces your slit before moving upwards to circle your bud with concentrated strokes. Your legs are quivering already.

A hot, desperate ache unfurls from deep in your core, intensifying with every flick of his skilled tongue. He's hungry for you, lapping and licking at you like a starving man, his muffled groans and the obscene sounds of your wetness filling the room.

"How's it feel?" Johnny breathes in your ear, his fingers tightening on your neck, his other hand trailing down to tease a nipple, rolling it between his fingers, heightening your pleasure.

"S'good... feels so good," you whimper, biting hard on your lip, trying to stem your sounds of satisfaction.

"Let's hear those pretty noises then... don't be shy."

You'd been trying to keep quiet but it's no longer possible, the sensations are just too intense. A moan bubbles in the back of your throat and coaxed by both men's heavenly attentions you allow it to break free. Van licks and sucks at your pulsing heat, flicking and curling his tongue with perfect mastery as you moan and you sigh, helplessly hurtling towards your peak as it swells and swells in your core until you can no longer hold back.

Your orgasm hits like an avalanche of pure unadulterated bliss, your body going rigid as you pant and you shake. Van pleasures you through it, not letting up even when your body starts to buck from the sensitivity, if anything he just increases his efforts, his tongue flicking harder and faster, his eyes burning into you with an unsettling intent and that's when you realise your fate.

"Still feeling unsatisfied love?" Johnny coos softly at you, a gentle tone that belies your predicament.

"It... ahh... it's... uhhh... too much," you whine, white hot shocks of electricity sparking through you as your body goes into spasm.

Van pulls back then, but only just. His lips are glossy, coated with your slick and he licks at them before he speaks. "But I thought you wanted to come baby?"

"But I do... I did... I... ohhh fu-ck..."

The words are snatched right out of your mouth as you feel two of Van's long fingers pushing inside you. There's no resistance you're so wet and he pushes deep, watching your reactions as your eyes start to roll up in your head. He sits back on his haunches as he does, studying your face intently as he scissors his fingers inside you, crudely stretching you out.

"Just because you've come doesn't mean we're done with you. We're just getting started. You'll come... over and over. As many times as we want you to. You got that?"

All the time his fingers are pumping inside you, sliding in and out with ease, massaging a spot deep inside that makes you want to cry out. The pleasure's so intense you don't know what to do with yourself... not that you have any choice but to take it.

You want it though. You want all of it. You'd take anything he gave you... and he knows it full well.

"You're doing so well," Johnny whispers softly in your ear. "So, so good for us." Again his fingers tighten on your neck, ensuring that you can't look away from Van's penetrating gaze. His other hand wanders down your body, fingers gently parting your folds, opening you up like a flower. He presses a lone fingertip against your swollen, sensitive clit which he then starts to massage with practised precision. All the time Van's fucking into you with his fingers, working you open. You're so wet you can feel your juices running down your thighs, the lewd sounds of your slickness making your skin prickle with humiliation.

Your second orgasm hits harder than the first, your chest heaving as you let out a strangled half-whimper, half-sob, your over-stimulated core reacting as your body succumbs. It's too fucking much. Tears well up in the corners of your eyes, your mind feeling fuzzy at the edges.

"Please..." You hear a desperate whine. "Please, oh god, oh please..."

You don't even realise it's coming from you. You're floating in some blissful nirvana, a state where time and substance seems to lose its meaning, your brain just pure static. And still they don't let up, manipulating your body like a plaything, wringing every last drop out of your climax until your mind begins to fog over.

"Please... what?" Van taunts, a sadistic twist curling his lips in satisfaction. "Still think you can handle both of us, huh?"

He loves seeing you like this, withering under his touch as he drinks down every whine that spills from your lips, your mouth hanging open in a wordless plea. He knows damn well you get off on it just as much as he does. You pull against your restraints which just dig harder into your wrists, bucking and shuddering in Johnny's lap, feeling the stiffness of his erection digging into your ass through his jeans. He lets out a lustful groan from the friction which makes you writhe even more. The feeling of pure helplessness just makes you even hotter, the eroticism of being at the complete mercy of these men, the way Van's looking at you like he wants to tear you apart with his bare hands and piece you back together again, one devastating orgasm at a time.

By the time you reach your fourth or fifth high... you're not sure which... you feel like you're underwater, unable to tell where one climax ends and the other begins. Your eyes are unfocussed, fluttering shut, then open and then rolling to the back of your skull, your body slick with sweat and saliva and the juices from your arousal that are now coating your inner thighs. The whole room is heady with the musky scent of sex and it's as hot as a furnace. At some point you've been manoeuvred on to your back on the sofa and you lie there spread wide, the feel of strong hands curled around your thighs, holding you open even though your hips are instinctively trying to retreat. Johnny's head's between your legs, you can just make out his dark curls as he laps hungrily at your cunt, his fingers rocking into you at a torturous pace.

"Oh baby you look ruined." Van leans over you, his hand brushing your sweat-dampened hair back off your forehead. "A gorgeous, fucked out mess. But we're not finished with you yet... not by a long way. You ready for more?"

Everything's slippery. You're so wet and swollen, like an over-ripe fruit that might burst open at any second. Your clit's throbbing from Johnny's attentions, sore and aching in the most delicious way.

"I said are you ready for more?"

"Yes... y-yes... Sir," you stutter out, your hips pressing upwards, your body reacting instinctively even though your head's reeling from the overstimulation. Pleasure's just an abstract sensation now and you're drowning in it, your body wracked with shudder after shudder, muscles strained and tight. Tears stream like salty pearls down your burning cheeks as you feel your body erupt again, your mind splintering. The noise you make is inhuman.

"I think maybe she's had enough... I think she needs a break."

You twist your head back around to see Johnny emerge from between your thighs, eyes blown with lust but brimming with concern too. "Are ya doing okay? Is it too much now?" He leans in, trailing a finger softly down your jaw, a tender touch. "We can stop if it's too much."

"Too much?" Van scoffs before you even have chance to reply. "I'll be the judge of that. She knew exactly what she was getting herself into when she started fucking around with both of us... and sneaking around behind my back...signing up for that bloody creative writing society!"

He's looming over you now, fingers deftly working at his belt buckle, a sneer on his lips of pure hunger. Your insides clench at his words, your heart practically stuttering to a stop before it immediately starts pounding double-time. Fuck... Did you really think he was just going to let you get away with that?

The fog starts to clear in your mind as you try to haul yourself upright but you sink straight back down again, struggling to move with your hands bound behind your back.

"Van..." Johnny starts but Van cuts him off, eyes boring into you as he slides his belt completely free of the loops of his jeans, running the length through his fingers menacingly. Nervous excitement fires inside you, anticipation of his brutal brand of punishment that you're only too eager for.

"What d'ya say Y/N, huh? You've had your fun. Now it's time for us to have ours. Get on your fucking knees... now. Over the couch."

Johnny's on his feet in an instant, hands outstretched towards Van as he advances a step closer, slapping the leather of his belt harshly against his outstretched palm. "Fucking 'ell man. That's a bit harsh ain't it? No more. Look at the state of her!" He gestures towards your weakened form as you try in vain to manoeuvre yourself into a sitting position. It's impossible.

"I'm okay... it's fine... I can handle it," you protest, but despite your assurances your voice is weak and unsteady. Johnny's not convinced, glaring at Van.

"Christ sake, this is supposed to be a bit of fun... you always take things too far!"

"She knows the rules... she knows what happens if she breaks 'em!"

Johnny shakes his head, exasperated. You know he's not going to let this go. "I said no more... not today. Fuck... we've been out here for ages now. What if Kath comes looking for ya? What if she finds you here... like this!" His eyes dart nervously to the door, back to Van, then down to you. He stoops down quickly like his conscience has suddenly got the better of him and he can't help slipping back into his usual more placid demeanour. You sigh inside.

"I said I'm okay... really. I mean it."

But strong hands are gently hoisting you upright, pulling your dress back over your body to cover whatever bit of modesty you might have left.

Van's eyes are still blazing and he opens his mouth to speak but at that exact moment a loud, grating buzz breaks out and he curses under his breath, digging in his back pocket and producing his phone. There's more expletives as he tosses his belt down on to the floor, jabbing frustratedly at the screen, turning on his heel as he walks away to the far side of the room. His voice is hushed and uncharacteristically soft as he greets the caller, one hand cupped over the mic. You and Johnny exchange looks. It doesn't take a genius to work out who's on the other end of the phone.

"I guess I'm not the only one misbehaving," you whisper to Johnny, allowing a cheeky smirk to surface which he mirrors, chuckling softly.

"I swear you're going to get me into so much trouble... and as for Van... he should know better."

You both glance over to where Van's now standing by the door, see the scowl on his face which doesn't match the soft tone he's using to speak with the caller. His brow's furrowed in a deep crease. You just wish you could read lips to hear what was being said. But then his pitch increases and you catch the tail end of the conversation.

"Okay... okay... I'll be there. Just give me a minute will ya?"

He ends the call swiftly, and immediately he's addressing you, morphing straight back into his domineering self. "You've not heard the last of this Y/N... you mark my words."

Then he's slipping through the door, leaving your heart racing... and you and Johnny alone.

[blogofahufflepuff]

Legacy of a Hufflepuff - Three: Honesty (Sebastian Sallow x f!Reader)

Summary: Fig warned you about telling others about your ability, but could you keep lying to the Slytherin boy?

Genre: fluff

Wordcount: 1350

Warnings: English isn´t my first language

This is a part of a series of one shots. I would recommend to read all of them but it can be read by itself, too.

Surprisingly, when the two of you had returned from Hogsmeade Sebastian let you off the hook. He even walked you back to your common room because that was how much of a gentleman he truly was. His words, not yours.

You were glad when he gave you time to gather your thoughts before telling him about everything, but you promised that you would meet up with him tomorrow.

The morning arrived faster than anticipated. You didn´t get much sleep but at least you didn’t have to worry about classes.

Both of you decided that you needed a little bit of privacy, so you wanted to meet at the boathouse. According to Sebastian, there wouldn’t be any students around in the morning and you trusted him with this assessment.

To your surprise, you didn’t arrive first, even though you arrived early.

You slowly approached him. He was sitting down, his legs dangling. Not quite reaching the water but dangerously close.

“Hey” you greeted awkwardly. The male turned slightly, so he would be able to see you. 

“Hey, come sit with me” he petted the space beside him and without any hesitation you sat down, letting your legs dangle as well. You thought you had been nervous before but right now your heart wanted to beat out of your chest.

You only hoped it wouldn’t be a mistake to trust him. Truth be told, you felt torn about this. On one hand, you couldn’t help but fear that you were involving Sebastian into something he shouldn’t take any part in but on the other hand, you wanted to be selfish and have someone to talk to, someone to discuss everything that was on your mind.

You haven’t seen Professor Fig ever since your first day at school at which he gave you the warning to not talk about what happened, which was exactly what you were about to do.

You appreciated Professor Fig but it felt a little lonely to carry this secret on your own, so was it really that bad to share it with someone?

“Do you want to start explaining or do you want me to start asking questions because I have a tone of those, I will let you know” Sebastian was the first to speak again. He didn’t look the least bit concerned.

That calmed you down.

“It´s a long story” you warned, a humorless chuckle spilling out of your mouth.

“I´ve got time” he assured.

And that’s how you took a deep breath and started to tell him everything.

You started from the beginning. The day you had gotten your Hogwarts letter and how you and your parents were concerned. You told him about Fig mentoring you and then about the day you were supposed to come to Hogwarts. You mentioned how you were accompanied by a member of the ministry who had a mysterious object with him which glowed – something only you were capable to see.

You explained how you were able to open the object and how the dragon attacked a moment later. Then you told him about the port-key, the ruins it took you to, Gringotts, the mysterious vault, the knights, the first time you could actually catalyze ancient magic and the arrival of Ranrok and his followers.

You didn’t know for how long you talked, all you knew was that your throat felt sore and your emotions rare when you finally finished your tale. Sebastian didn’t interrupt you once, only making affirming noises or nodding from time to time to show that you had his attention.

You were thankful for that.

“So, what do you think?” You ended your story with a question of your own. Admittedly, you couldn’t think of anything else to say after reliving all these horrible things that happened to you.

“I think I was right from the start. There is more to you than your humble Hufflepuff exterior” he joked, obviously trying to keep the mood light, “and this explains how you were able to beat me. I knew it wasn’t your first duel” his voice sounded almost exciting, making you laugh.

You didn’t notice it at that moment but upon hearing that noise his eyes shifted to your face, taking in the way you relaxed with delight. He thought you didn’t even notice but you were so tense while telling your story. The way your hands started to shake at a certain point and how your eyes seemed to look into the ocean as if you could see the horrors, you had met that day right in front of you. It almost made him worry.

It was a strong reaction, considering that you were only retelling but he understood. While his past definitely couldn’t keep up with yours in regard to adventure – he himself had to go through some traumatic experiences that to this day pulled at his heartstrings whenever he thought about them.

He hadn’t told you any of that yet – but just by looking at you right now, he felt like he could maybe trust someone else for once.

You might even be able to help him.

But before he would determine that, he had wanted to calm you and going by the small smile that played on your lips, he just achieved that.

When your eyes met, he smiled back, making you look down to your hands again. You might have shied away like always, but he could still tell that you seemed at little more at ease.

“Yeah, I lied about that. I also can´t deny that I was still a bit messed up after what happened that day before”

“Are you trying to tell me you won because of trauma?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“Nothing is more motivational than thinking you are going to die” you replied quickly.

“I can’t argue with that.” He grinned, “this all is kind of crazy though, isn´t it? Do you know anything else about ancient magic and its… uses.”

You thought for a second before shaking your head. Upon seeing how his shoulders slightly slumped, you could tell that there was more behind that question than he was letting on but you didn’t ask.

“It´s all really new to me. Miriam, Professor Fig´s wife, actually tried to find out more but she died and even he doesn’t know how far she came with her research” you told him honestly.

“So there must be more to this. You said that ancient magic is a powerful form of magic, right? Who knows what you might be capable of when you put your mind to it” Sebastian´s voice held a determination that made it seem that he was already fully invested in whatever was going on with you. It was kind of reassuring but at the same time strange.

You didn’t exactly have any expectations for this conversation – you just hoped he wouldn’t kick you out of his life for being a freak, really – but his fast fascination with ancient magic felt suspicious.

Maybe you were just overly paranoid after everything, and it was just his thirst for knowledge. Sebastian read a lot and was interested in everything that had to do with magic, so it wasn’t that farfetched that he just wanted to learn more to satisfy his own curiosity.

“And just so you know, I won’t tell anyone. This is going to be our little secret” he put a finger to his lips to emphasize his words before he winked at you. It made you blush, forcing you to look away before he could catch your embarrassed expression.

“Oh, yeah. That’s good” you stuttered out a reply, your hand gripping at your ropes a little tighter than before.

That’s good? Why were you always so awkward?

This moment felt oddly intimate, leaving you flustered, and Sebastian amused as he could tell what his words did to you, even without having a good look on your face. You were so easy to throw off, it was impossible for him to not tease you from time to time.

He started to really like having you around.

[ouroboros-hideout]

2-6-15-27... Damn, I'd ask you every single one of them!!!!

Right? It´s really hard to choose. Anyway, you are in for a very long wall, my apologies KEK

2. Do they like each other's friends? Do their friends like them?

Since Mr. Worldwide probably has a lot of people he would call his friends but aren't known in canon I would say his friends are Jago, Bennett, Murphy, Yuri and all the other dogs in Barghest. Aon has no problem with any of them. She has a lot of fun teasing Jago because he always gets angry with her and doesn´t get that it´s just for fun. In that sense, Jago doesn't like Aon, but he appreciates her on a professional level, but tries to avoid her anyway lmao. As for Bennett, Murphy and the others, they all see eye to eye on a professional level. They are sort of “cool” with each other, but are sometimes a little annoyed by Aon's attitude that she takes too much out of herself and complains about the way of working or circumstances in Dogtown and makes “suggestions for improvement”.

On Aon's side there would be Anna, Gregori and Yakov (she is friends with all the other people “in her clan” aswell but those are her closest companions so I will keep it at them). Anna and Greg really like Kurt, even though they've only met him in person a few times (as of 2077). Kurt often asks Anna about Aon via txt message, what she likes, what gifts he could get her, things like that. The “relationship” that best describes the three of them would probably be: Aon likes Kurt, so we like him because they make each other happy and Kurt likes the other two because they mean a lot to Aon. Just mutual sympathy for each other.

Yakov hates Kurt for one simple reason: he is jealous. Kurt has and is many things that Yakov would like to have and be (he has made it far in the military, is in a leadership position, has prestige, money *cough* and Aon *cough*). Especially in the beginning, he always tried to convince her that she shouldn't trust him because he's a stranger and only wants to use her for his own purposes, etc. Whenever Kurt and Yakov meet, you can practically hear the air sizzling because Kurt naturally doesn't put up with his attitude and Yakov isn´t afraid to show off his dislike for him.

6. Do they have pet names for each other? Do they like them?

They have pet names for each other but not in a way of calling each other things like “darling” or “honey” or other cheesy stuff. The names they use for each other have a little backstory. Kurt is “Hound Dog” and Aon is “Wild Thing”. Their first real encounter takes place in Russia in Aon's mine and she's listening to music (she's really into music from the 60s - 80s. So 1960-1980, very retro by 2065). However, the song that is playing when Kurt comes in is “Hound Dog” by Elvis Presley and the last song before Aon turns off the radio is “Wild Thing” by The Troggs. The songs have stuck in each other's minds over the years and at some point they start using them as pet names. As they are not particularly catchy, they tend to use the names in the third person to point things out to the other. Something like: “The Hound Dog looks particularly good today”, or “It's only been two days but I really start to miss the Wild Thing.”

15. What habits or characteristics have they picked up from each other?

As for now I can only think of one thing. Don't know I see them as really “independent” (?) when it comes to something like this. Since they also don't live together and spend a lot of time without each other I don't think it carries over that much. However, one thing Kurt has adopted is Aon's morning ritual of going for a walk before she starts work. When she's not in Dogtown, he admittedly lets it slide a bit and doesn't do it every day, but he's quickly realized the benefits of some quiet time to decompress. Since Aon in Russia just has to go outside to find some peace in nature, they both usually go out into the badlands in NC (a walk through Dogtown is not really appealing lol). A bit of fresh air and peace away from the hustle and noise.

27. What interests do they share? For interests they don't share, do they ever participate anyway?

What they share:

Both are interested in music, different types of music but they quickly come to a similar conclusion. Aon loves everything from the 1960-1980s and modern music that has the same vibe. Collects vintage records and all that. I don't think the Balkan folk music thing that was planned for Kurt's funeral is just a funny easter egg, but that he's really interested in things like that. I hc that he's a sucker for other cultures and their customs etc so they have a theme here that they can build on together.

I also think Kurt is really into boxing. There are a few posters in the stadium about fights taking place and his initiation ritual for new recruits also gives me the vibe that he started boxing during his time in the military through training and has always pursued it as a hobby. Aon also learned a lot about close and unarmed combat during her time with the Nomads, so there's a common interest here too. In addition, both are naturally interested in all kinds of weapons and machines and can exchange thoughts about them. I can also imagine Kurt getting the opportunity to try his hands at forging a knife during one of his visits to Siberia. The result will be…not so great, but not bad for the first try. Aon will still make fun of it but of course keeps it because it is something special and has emotional value.

What they don´t share:

Besides music Aon is a sucker for old movies aswell. Action movies, old westerns, her favorites are Tarantino's works. Kurt gives me more of a “well-read” impression, as if he prefers to indulge in some form of entertainment, watching documentaries or something along those lines. But she doesn't give him much choice and they have a movie night every now and then. To begin with, he finds the exaggerated portrayals in the movies and the general plots ridiculous. He needs something closer to real life. Nevertheless, he enjoys the togetherness and can get something out of it.

I would say that the whole theme of throwing parties, hobnobbing with high society, etc. could be described as an interest of Kurt's, even if in a way it's just a lever for his business. Nevertheless, he enjoys it to the fullest. Aon thinks it's terrible. He really needed a lot of persuading to drag her along to a party at the Black Sapphire. She still thought it sucked because it's the world she grew up in and has no intention of going back there. But since she also understands the value of such an event and it is important to him that she is at least present, she comes along to his parties or other events he attends whenever the opportunity arises.

[wolverina2002]

Colors

It starts almost by accident. Well, the action that starts it isn´t, Fives is making eye contact from the moment he sticks two fingers into the pot of paint all the way until he´s finished dragging a messy line of blue down Crosshair´s vembrace. He doesn´t say anything. Just stares, as if daring Crosshair to protest. He doesn´t. He keeps the paint.

But it´s an accident that he gets caught in a playfull scuffle between Longshot and Wooley, leaving messy, orange stripes and spots over his greaves.

"Sorry", Wooley yelps, not really sounding like he means it.

Then he throws himself back into the scuffle, leaving Crosshair to stare at the irregular pattern of orange speckeling all the way up to his knees.

"What´s up with the paint thing?", he finally asks an entire month later, watching Caterpillar trace a yellow skull onto his left rerebrace.

"You´re ours", Fives states, as if that explains everything.

It probably does, for him. For Crosshair, it explains nothing. His armor isn´t even the same as theirs, stolen and bought together, battered scrap looted from battlefields, paint long scraped off if it ever existed. It´s not a cohesive set like the others are wearing, old and well worn, comfortable. Painted so often that it might be impossible to scrape off.

"You´re ours", Wooley agrees, when Crosshair tries to protest him refreshing the sloppy pattern on his greaves.

What that means, Crosshair doesn´t know anymore than he understands the importance of paint. He went with them, when Fives and Wooley blew the laboratory three ways to hell and broke out everyone that wanted to come. He stayed, on a stolen light cruiser, because he has nowhere else to go. Does that make him one of them?

"What does that mean?", he asks Glitch as the kid touches up his own paint. "To be yours?"

Glitch hums and tips the handle of the paintbrush against his chin, heedless of the purple paint dripping onto his plackart.

"It means you´re vod. We´re there for you. Always."

Crosshair stares down at the purple spiral, still drying on his other rerembrace. He remembers a similar promise, shattered into pieces that still stab between his ribs. He can´t make himself believe it.

"I got you this", Sev grumbles and smacks a pot of paint into Crosshair´s palm.

Over the weeks, Crosshair´s armor has aquired a rainbow of colors. Some are carefull markings, little geometrically precise things drawn with fingers and brushes. Others are careless, sloppy spatter, flicked playfully at him during painting sessions. He never owned paint of his own. Never felt like he had a claim to a particular color.

The paint Sev got him is CF99-crimson. He thought it´d feel familiar, but it only makes him feel sick.

He throws it across the room. Goes to the refresher to vomit. Takes a long water shower, trying to sluice off the slimy, revolting crawling on his skin. Considers tossing the paint into the recycler.

He ends up keeping it in the very last corner off his foot locker. He isn´t sure if he´ll ever want to wear crimson again, and not because it reminds him of dried blood.

It feels like the color itself betrayed him.

"Can I have that?", he asks, pointing to the pot of black paint.

Blitz gives him a surprised look. Crosshair accepts and even appreciates the others using his armor as a canvas, but he´s never asked for a specific color before. But he hands it over easily enough.

He hesitates. Swallows thickly. His hands still tremble, and while he´s learned to compensate while shooting, he can´t mess this up.

"Dogma? C-can I have a hand?"

He needs this to be good. He ... needs it to be perfect. He shows Dogma what he wants, gratefull that they´ve left his chestplate alone.

Every other bit of paint is nice, comforting, grounding. The black silhuette of a vulture on his chest is ... important. Honoring, Fives calls it.

Noone asks. Noone lets any other color get near it.

"We´re joining the main body of the Rebellion", Cody says, steady resolve in his voice. "We can´t abandon them to this fight."

Those who don´t feel like they can keep fighting can go. Most stay. Crosshair joins the others in inspecting their armor, touching up the paint. He studies the riot of colors on his armor, Cody´s words ratteling around in his head.

We can´t abandon them. Abandon this fight.

Torrent blue. Ghost gold. Star yellow. Quake green. Howzer´s teal. Guard red. Lightning and Nova purple.

Mayday´s black.

We can´t abandon them to this fight.

His batch abandoned this fight just like they abandoned him. Crosshair can´t blame them for not fighting the empire, but ... he feels like he can resent them, just a little, for abandoning the regs. To the empire. To the chip.

But ... I didn´t abandon them.

He´s been helping Cody free regs from all kinds of situations ever since Kix deemed him well enough to be off ship for longer than thirty minutes. He and Fives have become a comfortable team. He ... he´s still Crosshair, CF99´s sniper. 100% success rate.

The others have abandoned this fight. Crosshair hasn´t.

"Touch up what you want", he says, gesturing at his armor. "Leave the right spaulder free. I need to fetch something."

He knows he´ll come back to the lines of the vulture being crisp and the rest of his kit looking like a unicorn threw up over it. He doesn´t care, really. It´s a claim staked on him, and he doesn´t mind.

He has his own claim to stake.

Cody doesn´t comment when he sees the crimson 99 on Crosshair´s shoulder. Nobody does. They know what it is. A challange, a claim to a reputation and duty. A message. Maybe, just a little, a suck-this to Hunter.

You abandoned me. You abandoned THIS.

He was ... wrong, when he told them that their talents would be of use in the empire. But he wasn´t wrong about wasting their lives as mercenaries being the wrong choice. They still have a responsibility to their vode.

I won´t abandon them.

[alarrytale]

Happy friday Marte! I was scrolling through random feeds on IG and suddenly there was a reel preview with Harry´s baby photo and logo of our most popular and known radio so I got curious what that was and so I clicked on that reel.

There were 2 radio presenters (woman and man) guessing who is that (literally Who is this world known singer?). While the man had no idea (he guessed Robbie Williams lol), the woman quessed it right after few seconds and when they found out it´s really him, they were suprised and then the man said "Well, he looks better wearing female dresses" and something like he´s suprised Harry´s not wearing clothes for girls from very young age.

Okay, one thing is that for me it´s kinda cringe when I see literally anyone mentioning Harry in my country. Not that I´m living on Mars but as much as I am experiencing everything connected to him (and Louis and 1D) only through tumblr and IG (aka following international pages) it always gets me that people know him in my country. Second thing is that it´s exactly the same as any radio/TV/media anywhere - those people actually have no clue who Harry is under the surface and they only know how he looks like, his most known singles (and that WS is about eating p*ssy), his fashion choices or his girlfriends. And so they only comment on these topics without any deeper level of thinking. I sent that reel to my cousin who is also larrie and she´s the only person I can personally talk about him while don´t have to explain anything. And while she shared the came cringe as I did, she also had a good point writing me "Do you know what is total cringe for me when I see somebody is talking about Harry in our country? That nobody cares about anything else that his date life. Not a single other mention than who he had dated or is currently dating."

And that´s why I´m writing you - not that it´s anything new in this fandom but it still kinda get me how much sex sells and most people don´t go under the surface of who is really his, nobody cares that much about his music or stories he´s telling us. Or if there isn´t this date life mention, then it´s always his fashion choices (aka what that male presenter said) again with any deeper thinking that he might be queer coding or what inspired his outfit - lol the other day I found in my gallery printscreen from one czech online tabloid from May 2019 (back in 2019 I didn´t care about him this much as I do now) after Met Gala with title "Harry, are you hiding some secrets about your sexuality? Harry Styles came to Met Gala in sheer blouse with ruffles and high heels". And coming back to the reel topic, that´s exactly why I don´t even like to talk about him with anyone else than my cousin or other larries because nobody can appreciate him that much as we do because we are the only ones who really cares about him. And while I´m happy I´m living in this larrie bubble and don´t want to share him with people who can´t appreciate him, I´m also incredibly sad how others view him - pretty face, sex god and womanizer who wears "weird" outfits to be more interesing than he is himself.

Hello and happy friday to you too!

Yeah, it gives you perspective doesn’t it! The image he's portraying to the gp is working, because they don't look further than the surface. It's sad for us who knows what's really behind the curtain, that he's not a caricature or who he shows himself to be. I can't talk about him to anyone other than fellow larries, because the gp only read magazines or tabloids mentioning him, and end up getting the wrong view of him. It's also so incredibly embarrasing sharing with others, gp friends or work colleagues, that your're a fan or either H or L. When i do, with L they are like 'the dude who got arrested and had a kid he never sees? Wth, marte, i'm judging you rn...', and with harry they're like 'the serial vs model dater who's a bad actor?' or 'the queerbaiter?'. It's exhausting. And i've now stopped defending them or admitting to still being a fan. It's sad.

I hope for an image rehab for the both of them so i can acknowledge being a fan of them again. Take notes, Santa Clause!

[marvelstars]

I honestly disagree, Filoni and Lucas belonging to different generations doesn´t have anything to do with their take on Star Wars or the Clone Wars themselves, sure as writers their background may inform some of their takes and dialogue but "The Clone Wars" as a series was written between both of them, the creative decision to make Ahsoka Anakin´s apprentice was both of their idea, as a way of having a character who received Anakin´s Jedi legacy, because Luke while he´s his Son, was mostly trained by Yoda and Obi-Wan while Ahsoka was trained by Anakin and her style of combat and reflective nature, because Anakin´s style as a teacher isn´t just about giving her orders but also argue between each other before coming to a decision as well as her combat experience came from being Anakin´s apprentice.

So most if not all of the character choices we see in the clone wars series has the approval of George Lucas. This positive view of Anakin isn´t something that only Filoni supports it´s also the view of Lucas himself.

The series was the tool Lucas used to complete the story of the prequel trilogy and to give Anakin story the parts missed between Episode II and Episode III because for Lucas Anakin story is a tragedy but for it to be truly appreciated it needs to be told not only the dark parts but also the lighter parts, the story of him as a truly heroic character who was known as the "Shield of the Republic"in the Mattew Stover ROTS novel,, who was Ahsoka´s master, Obi-Wan´s brother and Padmé dear husband without the clone wars, the story remains incomplete, you see the fall but you don´t see the entire journey that lead towards it.

Star Wars: The Clone Wars connects Episode II and III. As a TV series, it gives more depth and understanding about how Republic fell, and what a fantastic hero Anakin Skywalker was. We got so focused on him turning into Darth Vader that it's easy to forget that he was one of the biggest heroes of the entire Clone War. I think seeing him as a great Jedi Knight reminds you that before it gets dark and tragic, Star Wars is a fun adventure story, too."

Lucas view of Anakin was that of a fallen hero, he was a good man until he fell and became Vader, he was seduced by the darkside because he wanted to keep Padmé from dying at any cost as a consequence of being unable to save his mother, he also was a victim, who lost everything as a result of his actions but also who was able to come back to the light thanks to the compassion of his Son, which inspired him to show compassion once again and for the last time, leading him towards becoming the hero at the end of the story by saving the galaxy from the Empire and the Sith, Palpatine and himself included. That´s George Lucas view which Filoni shares and has added some of his pov.

I personally think Filoni is teasing Ghost Anakin appareance in the Ahsoka series, with his phrase "Anakin was the greastest Jedi" because as far as the galaxy knows, Anakin was the face of the Jedi during the war, he and Obi-Wan could acomplish real miracles and keep up the idea that they could overcome the clone wars given enough time. So Baylon, who is now a fallen Jedi in association with Thrawn is definitely aware Anakin became Vader and is going to use this fact to take Ahsoka out of balance, it´s even possible he believes Vader had the right idea by becoming rogue from the Jedi given he´s on the same path.

In some novels, Luke himself found a lot of people who either were saved by his father during the wars or respected his skills as a general this is bassically part of the reason why he thought his father could be brought back, because from Luke´s point of view someone who once cared so much about people, who had this goodness inside himself could not dissapear completely with the darkside and his main clue was that despite plenty of opportunities, his father keep refusing killing him and Luke himself didn´t want to either, despite the fact they were declared enemies on opposite sides of a war with only their blood link linking them, hence his words "You were ONCE Anakin Skywalker "my father" "You have only forgotten. For Luke Anakin is his father while Vader is the denial of who his father truly is.

So my two cents are that Filoni take on Star Wars has the approval of George Lucas and while his series is done now under the disney banner, I think he consulted Lucas to be able to bring his vision about the story of Ahsoka going forward and confronting the literal ghost of her dead master once again, I believe this will be the center of the series.

The fact that Dave Filoni called Anakin “the greatest Jedi ever” is proof that he’s bias AF. His anti-Jedi rhetoric is bupkis.

I wonder if he means "the greatest" in terms of in-universe fame...?

Dunno if this is the case in Canon (then again Dave Filoni blatantly ignores any *non-motion* transmedia elements in Canon so meh), but in Legends he's:

"Anakin Skywalker, the Hero with no Fear™, handsome, dashing, the face of the Republic's army during the Clone War, the only Jedi who tried to resist the nefarious Order's coup and was treacherously murdered for it".

And I seem to remember that, in Canon, he's like the Jedi Temple's superstar anyway, every Jedi recognizes him on sight. I mean, that line from Baylon about "Anakin speaking highly of Ahsoka" must have some meaning beyond artificial personal stakes.

So from a fame and a "power level" standpoint... sure.

He's the greatest.

I'm giving Filoni the benefit of the doubt.

While I've talked about why Filoni's entire headcanon about the Jedi doesn't track with what George Lucas' intended narrative, I think it's worth acknowledging that Filoni's bias comes from part of his duties while directing The Clone Wars was.

One of the goals of TCW was humanizing Anakin, expanding upon his character make him go from "a character whose only purposes is to embody the themes presented in three movies based on the matinee serial format" to a relatable person, a good man, the hero Ben mentions to Luke in A New Hope.

I think it's normal that he'll see Anakin in a more positive light.

Also (and full disclosure this is just me theorizing I am no authority on any of this so if turns out I'm wrong just come right out and say so)...

I'm pretty sure that Filoni, Lesley Headland and most of the recent Star Wars authors are all Gen X, raised by baby boomers forced to conform to society, obey authority and have proper decorum (boys don't cry!) all of which they strove to rebel against. Add to that the corruption they witnessed growing up and coming out of high school, and you see a kind of jadedness emerge. "The rules aren't as black and white, the world is grey."

So while most of them and the boomers despised the Prequels upon release, a few of them projected a more individualistic headcanon onto those movies that fit with where their head was, at the time.

As such: Anakin isn't interpreted by them as a cautionary tale about what happens when you're greedy. He's a misunderstood rebel, a non-conformist who has his flaws but is ultimately good at heart. Which isn't entirely inaccurate, but it is very clearly an embellishment of a character who will one day become a space nazi.

The fact is... the Prequels were made by a boomer. One with very liberal values and who was himself a rebel, but a boomer all the same. The whole point of his story is...

"we all must come together and fight as one, if push comes to shove; we must all be compassionate and selfless if we are to survive; don't be greedy, let people go when it's their time to leave".

And then he makes the Jedi say that, making them beacons of truth and good and compassion in his fairy tale, now aimed at Gen Z kids.

Gen X-ers hear/read that and project all the boomer BS they had been told onto the Jedi...

"oh, so the Jedi are saying you shouldn't love yourself, you shouldn't be yourself, you should give up on what makes you an individual to fit in, you shouldn't feel any emotions"

Because nobody is that good, realistically, right?

This happened in other mediums. The one that comes to mind on the spot is the relationship between Mufasa and Scar.

In The Lion King, Mufasa is strong and noble, Scar is weak and conniving. Simple enough. Around that same time, in A Tale of Two Brothers, young Mufasa is shown to be pretty nice with Taka (Scar), who is framed as a spoiled brat to begin with.

Skip to the 2019 remake, and it's hinted Mufasa gave Scar his wound, and in The Lion Guard they explain that Scar got his nickname from Mufasa mocking him for a misadventure.

He went from being a noble king to a bully who had it coming, Scar is an underdog who got picked on. Because again: nobody is that pure, right? Fairytales be-damned.

Nothing is black and white, it's all grey.

So yeah, long story short I do think that Filoni being part of the generation that wasn't the target demographic but was old enough to retcon the crap out of the Prequels also plays a role into his view of Anakin.

[bbyquokka]

Teach me •°. *࿐

➥ pairing: Lee Minho x fem!reader

➥ genre: fluff, smut. MDNI

➥ synopsis: your parents want to meet Minho, however they speak English. You decide to teach minho to lessen his anxieties when one thing leads to another

➥ warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral [f received], clit play, explicit language pet names [babe, kitten, love], anxiety, grinding, rutting, nipple play

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"Babe, I don't know about this." Minho chews his bottom lip nervously.

"Don't worry, baby. You'll be fine, I promise you." You sat next to Minho on the sofa. The TV playing in the background. Minho was watching a cooking show to get new ideas whilst you were speaking to your parents.

You and Minho are a fresh couple, having only been together for 4 months, however, it felt longer with the way you both instantly connected. Your parents are eager to meet Minho, the only problem being that they speak English.

"You know I'm not super confident in speaking English, love. What if I fuck up or say something wrong without meaning to?"

"They understand, lino. My parents are down to earth people. They understand that English isn't your first language so of course there's going to be bumps along the way." You placed a hand on Minho's thigh, stroking it gently to reassure him.

"(Y/N) I don't know. Just, let me think about it, okay?" You furrowed your brows together.

"What is there to think about? I told you, you'll be okay. Trust me." Minho let out a frustrated sigh, turning the tv off before standing up off the sofa.

"It's not about trusting you, it's about my abilities. I'm not confident enough to speak English openly."

"You do with Chan and Felix."

"That's because they understand English well enough, especially Felix seeing as it's his mother tongue." You sighed softly feeling Minho's frustrations as well as his anxiety

"I'll be there with you, lino. Every step of the way. As I said, my family are understanding people so you have nothing to worry about."

"You don't understand. I wouldn't expect you to understand." Minho mumbled. You ignored him, refusing to make a remark as you saw that he was frustrated. "I'm going to take a walk, clear my head."

You nodded and hummed as Minho left the building. You sighed softly, leaning back against the sofa. You understand Minho's frustration. It's not easy speaking a language you're not so used to.

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An hour later, Minho came home from his walk. You learnt that when Minho gets like this, it's best to leave him be – he will come back regardless. Hanging his coat up and placing his shoes neatly next to yours, he walked to the living area, expecting you to be there.

"(Y/N)?!" He called out.

"I'm in the office." Minho walked to the office, opening the door slowly. You was sat on the floor, arts and crafts scattered around you

"Hey baby." Minho whispered, rubbing the back of his neck. He felt guilty for projecting his frustrations onto you. He knew you were only trying to help him.

"Hey love. Nice walk?" You looked up at him, your eyes following him as he sat beside you.

"Uh, yeah. Look, I'm sorry about that. I know you were only trying to help me. I'm just worried and anxious. I want to make a good first impression for your family, so I feel pressured." You placed a reassuring hand on Minho, smiling lovingly at him

"It's okay baby. I understand." Minho nodded before looking around the room

"What are you doing?"

"Making flashcards."

"Why?"

"Well, to help you learn English of course! I thought, why don't I teach you English. We go see my family in a few days so we have some time. I thought I could teach you a few of the basics."

"Okay, that sounds like fun, kitten!"

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"(Y/N)! this isn't working. I don't remember anything plus it's too complicated." Minho groaned, kicking his head back as he ran his fingers through his silky hair. "There's too many meanings for the same words!"

"You're doing great, baby! It doesn't have to be perfect!"

"But I want it to be perfect! You mean so much to me that I want to make a good first impression to your parents." Minho's bottom lip quivered, tears filling his honey eyes making them glossy. You cooed softly, placing down the flashcard by your side.

You crawled over to Minho, straddling his lap. You cupped his cheeks in your hands, forcing him to look at you.

"My sweet sweet baby. Don't cry. You have absolutely nothing to worry about. My parents will love you regardless of your English skills. You know why?" Minho shook his head no "because they will see how much you love and adore me

You wrapped your arms around Minho's neck as he held onto your hips gently. "You'll be fine, baby." You whispered before kissing him gently. The kiss was slow and passionate, lips moving in perfect harmony with each other. Minho stroked your waist gently, a soft hum ripped from his chest to the back of his throat.

Minho deepened the kiss, his tongue licking your lower lip wanting permission. You gladly granted it by parting your lips. His tongue snaked its way inside your mouth, meeting your own tongue.

The wet muscles battled for dominance, a soft whine escaped your lips in which Minho swallowed it up. Saliva pooled at the corner of your lips, fingers tangled in Minho's silky hair as your body slowly started to heat up, lust pooling at your core.

"Maybe we need a different teaching method." Minho whispered against your lips, smirking slightly.

"Oh really? Like what?" You asked breathlessly.

"Stimulation." Minho pulled your hips towards him so you were sitting on his hard cock. You hummed softly, slowly rocking your hips back and forth. Minho grunted at the friction, his grip tightening on your hips.

You stripped yourself of your t-shirt, Minho skilfully unclasping your bra from behind, letting it fall down your arms and onto the floor. Minho hummed and licked his lips at the sight of your exposed breasts

"Beautiful." He mumbled before leaning in, capturing your hardened nipple in his mouth. You groaned softly, his tongue flat against your bud as he licked. He sucked and kissed your sensitive nipple, occasionally capturing it between his teeth.

You groaned softly, pleasure pooling in the pit of your stomach. You moved your hips fast, grinding down harder on Minho. He groaned against your breasts, squeezing your hips roughly in his hands.

Gently placing you down on the floor, he knelt between your legs, lifting his t-shirt up and over his head. You hummed at the sight of his toned body, squealing softly as he stripped you of the rest of your clothing before doing the same to himself.

He hooked your legs over his arms, bringing your cunt closer to his face. He hummed in contentment, licking his lips as he saw your slick coating your pussy.

"You're so wet and it's all for me?' He spoke, this time, in English. You lifted yourself up, resting your weight on your forearms as you looked down at him

"Always baby." You purred. His tongue licked your entrance, collecting your essence on his tongue before licking a long, wet strip up to your clit. He circled his tongue around the sensitive bud, alternating between clockwise and anticlockwise. You kicked your head back, groaning softly at the feeling.

"L-Lino." Your thighs shaking, daring to close around Minho's head. His tongue went back to your entrance whilst his thumb pressed against your clit firmly as he rubbed fast circles

You bucked your hips against his face, ultimately riding it. Your slick coating his chin as he lapped at your essence. You gripped onto his hair, tugging at the roots as soft moans left your lips, eyes closing slowly.

"I love the way you taste, babe. So sweet and delicious." You whimpered, Minho's words ringing in your ears.

"I don't think you need any practice, lino." Minho looked up at you through his lashes, mouth preoccupied with your cunt. "You're really good at English! Why do you think you need practice??"

Minho pulled away before leaning over you. You rested your head back on the floor as Minho rested on his forearms beside your head. Your slick coated his lips and chin, a devilish look in his eyes.

"To freshen up. As I said, I want to make a good impression on your parents, kitten. I think this is a perfect opportunity to learn, don't you?" He smirked, reaching down between your body's to grab his hard cock. He stroked himself a couple times, groaning at the pleasure before pushing his tip inside your entrance.

"And this is a way of you learning and remembering?" Minho nodded, the smirk still plastered across his face "How?"

"Because, kitten–" Minho paused as he pushed his length deep inside, bottoming out. You groaned at the feeling of fullness, hands reaching up to grip Minho's biceps "Every time I speak English, I will always remember this scene. it'll spur me on even more."

You swallowed at his words. You know Minho understood English and could speak it, even though it was broken at times, but you didn't think he was this good. The way he was acting before, being all frustrated and anxiety ridden, made you believe he had little to no knowledge about English.

Minho thrusted fast and powerful in you, your cunt clenching and welcoming him. Your walls felt warm and wet around Minho's cock. The sides of his cock stroking your walls with each thrust. You opened your legs wider, planting your feet firmly on the floor as you bent your legs at the knees.

Your body tingled with pleasure. You felt it coursing through your veins and into your bloodstream. Minho's cock was hitting the deepest parts of you, making you feel dizzy with lust. Your body jolted with each smack of Minho's hips, a look of satisfaction plastered on his face as he looked down at you.

"Such a cute, little kitten. Behaving so well for me." He cooed. You replied with nothing but a loud moan, gripping his biceps. You felt them tensing beneath your fingers. Minho's lips found the skin of your neck, sucking harshly to create deep purple marks. The taste of salt faint on his lips due to your body coating in a thin layer of sweat.

"S-So good. You feel so good inside me, lino." You whimpered in Korean. Minho smirked against your neck before lifting himself up onto his knees.

You maintained eye contact on his as he ran his fingers through his sweaty hair, pushing it back to expose his forehead. He grabbed the back of your thighs, pushing them against your chest as your lower half raised up off the floor slightly.

The new position allowed Minho to drive his cock deeper inside you, hitting your g-spot at full force. You withered beneath him, hands flailing around to grip onto something. You pressed your lips in a thin line as Minho shook his head slowly as he tuts, smirking.

"Nuh-uh babe. English only, remember? it's important that I practise."

[rebelwrites]

Rumour Has It

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Maybe Summer Doesn’t Have To End

Summary: The aftermath of being papped and seeing what the fans are saying.

Warnings: smoking, body issues

A/N Kept this shorter as didn’t want to take away from the moment

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Ever since the girls flew home you had hardly been on social media, in fact you only really used your phone to check in with Rena and take pictures. You want to live in the moment making memories rather than hide behind the screen. It had been a nice break seeing as your phone was normally glued to your hand. You had posted a couple of photos of the scenery but that was it.

Seeing Rena’s face pop up on the screen made you panic, she always texted but never called. Accepting the incoming facetime you propped your phone up on the dresser smiling at her as you grabbed your makeup bag.

“Hey.” you smiled.

“How are you so calm?” she asked, eyes wide at your chilled out state.

“I feel like you had part of this conversation without me.” you laughed, raising your brow at her. “You are going to have to elaborate for me sis.”

Her expression changed from shocked to excited to confused in a matter of seconds.

“Okay,” she breathed, running her hand over her face before she grabbed her ipad, spinning it around so you could see the screen. Squinting at your phone you still couldn’t see what she was showing you. “You are all over instagram and TikTok.”

Her statement caused you to freeze. You had so many questions, you hadn’t posted anything about you and Charles on any of your social media platforms.

Rena could see the confusion radiating off you causing her to smirk. “Someone has put your scenery pics together with Charles’ and the whole fanbase has gone into detective mode.” she laughed, throwing her ipad onto the bed. “Then last night someone spotted you and Charles together, when you were on the beach and the internet has blown up. A lot of the titles are rumours.”

Taking a breath you took a moment to process the information you had been given. You never really thought about that side of having a fling with Charles, even though it was bound to happen eventually.

Your head started to spin as Rena kept saying all the headlines and comments she had found. Dropping your makeup brush on the counter you spotted a crumpled cigarette packet sticking out of your makeup bag, reaching for the cardboard you flipped the lid up finding one cigarette laying in the carton, albeit a little crushed. Silently you picked your phone up along with the cigarette, completely zoned out on what your older sister was telling you as you fumbled around looking for a lighter, it didn’t take long for you to find one and quickly slip out onto the balcony.

“What am I going to do Rena?” You sighed, lighting the cigarette taking a long drag. “I got a call yesterday morning from Ferrari for a phone interview whilst we were at his mums.” Taking another drag of the cig you exhaled watching the smoke dance in the light breeze. “Char doesn’t know I applied for the job let alone got a phone interview. What if he thinks I’m just using him to get the position?”

“You need to speak to him.” She hummed, trying to calm you down.

“I can’t Re, especially if I don’t get the job then I’m getting both of our hopes up.” You whispered, taking another drag of the smoke. The tears that you tried to hold back spilled over your lash line, rolling down your cheeks. “I’m not cut out for this, I’m just a normal girl from the UK.”

That’s when you made the fatal mistake of swiping up on your screen causing Rena’s face to shrink to the top corner of the page. You instantly went onto Instagram seeing your followers had shot up. Ignoring the number you went onto your notifications scanning through some of the comments on your older photos.

Who is she?

Where did she come from?

You aren’t good enough for Charles.

It’s weird seeing him with someone that isn’t a model.

More tears rolled down your cheeks as you swapped onto Charles’ page, reading the same sort of comments along with plenty of nice comments.

You needed to see the photo that had been circulating the internet so you swapped onto google and searched Charles name and soon enough a picture of the two of you wrapped up in each other’s arms appeared on your screen. You couldn’t see your face that well in the picture but what you could see was exactly how Charles looked at you, which settled your racing heart a little.

“You’re reading the comments aren’t you?” Rena sighed, running her hand over her face. “Look you just gotta try your best to ignore them okay.”

“Easier said than done,” you sniffled, clicking on your sister's face making it go full screen again. “It just brings back memories of him. You know how bad he tore me down, especially about how I looked.”

“But he was a complete jackass, Charles isn’t like him. I’ve seen the way he looks at you.” Rena said softly. “You know I don’t believe in soul mates but when I look at you and Charles that all changes. You two are meant to be together.”

Letting out a heavy breath you hummed. “Yeah but we only have a week left together.”

“Who says you only have a week? Yes I know you two were having a bit of fun over his summer break but it’s evolved from that now.” Rena smiled, trying to lighten the mood. “If it’s meant to be, which I think this is the real deal, then you two will make it work once the season kicks off again.”

Before you could speak you heard the sliding door open signalling that Charles was coming out. Glancing over your shoulder you saw he was holding two mugs in his hand.

“I will leave you two to talk.” Rena said softly. “Things will be okay, promise.”

Charles placed the mugs on the table before wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “You’ve been crying.” He whispered, squeezing you tight before moving to crouch in front of you. “Talk to me.”

“I wasn’t built for this life, Char.” You whispered, tears once again threatening to fall. “We got papped yesterday and your fans have figured out something is going on.” You breathed, playing with Charles’ fingers. “Some of the comments.” You said trailing off. “What are people going to say when I fly home at the end of the week?”

You couldn’t hold the tears back anymore as you started to sob as your insecurities took hold. Charles instantly pulled you against his chest, running his hand up and down you back trying to soothe you.

“People are going to think I used you for fame or to better my life. I applied for a job before we came away, don’t know if I will get it but I don’t want you to think I used you to get it.” You sobbed, clutching the material of his hoodie.

“S'il te plait ne pleure pas mon ange. Please don't cry, angel.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Everything is going to be okay, I promise.” His voice was quiet as he spoke, the sound of your sobs tugging at his heart.

The soft sound of his voice was like a comfort blanket as he quietly sang something in French. You knew what he was doing, he was trying to distract you from the world of social media and it was working. Once he was happy that your crying had stopped he pulled away allowing him to see your face, his fingers gently wiping away your tears.

“What’s the job you applied for?” He hummed, brushing his fingers through your hair.

“I don’t want to say in case I don’t get it.” You said quietly, your voice still shaky as you spoke. “But it’s always been my dream to work with this company.”

“You need to have faith in yourself,” Charles grinned, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You will get it, I know you will.”

A comfortable silence washed over the pair of you as Charles moved you onto the outdoor sofa, before moving the coffees and climbing behind you so you were now sitting in between his legs.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, holding the mug in your hands. You felt extremely vulnerable right now and slightly embarrassed that you let yourself get into a state. “For getting myself worked up.”

“Sweetheart, you have nothing to be sorry for.” Charles whispered, pressing another kiss to the back of your head. “I know how hard it can be to not let the comments get to you.” He hummed, pausing to try and find the right words. “People are just jealous of what you have, jealous of your beauty.”

His words brought more tears to your eyes, your heart fluttered as he spoke. For years you spent being degraded and beaten down so this was a foreign feeling.

“Je n'ai jamais rencontré quelqu'un de plus beau.” He breathed against your ear, his lips brushing against your skin causing you to shiver. “I have never met anyone more beautiful,” he repeated, running his fingers down your arm. “Do you trust me?”

“With my life.” You nodded, finding a smile creeping on your face. “It’s crazy I’ve never felt like this with anyone, especially not this quickly.”

“I want to put a post on Instagram.” He breathed, his fingers still dancing across your skin. “With your permission of course. I know this was meant to be a fling but maybe it doesn’t have to be, maybe we can make it work.”

Taking a deep breath you nodded. “Do the post.”

Charles pulled his phone out of his pocket, opening up the camera and hit record.

“I’ve seen the comments regarding the recent pictures that have emerged about me and a special lady in my life. Some of them are disgusting. You need to remember people have feelings too, your words can affect them in ways you wouldn’t know.” He said, adjusting the grip on his phone. “Faites de meilleures personnes, soyez gentil et réfléchissez avant de parler. Do better people, be kind and think before you speak.”

Glancing over your shoulder you saw him snap a selfie with a huge grin on his face before lowering his phone, tapping away at the screen and moments later your phone buzzed signalling the notification of him posting. Instantly you felt your cheeks heat up as you never told him you have notifications turned on for when he posted.

“You are so fucking cute.” He hummed, wrapping his arms around you, pressing a kiss against your cheek.

Picking your phone up you went onto his page to see what he had posted. The image of his smiling face appeared on your screen. Hitting the translate button on the caption your heart skipped a beat.

Elle me rend si heureux

She makes me this happy

“Char,” you breathed, spinning around so you were facing him, resting your hands on his cheeks. “I don’t want this to end.”

“Neither do I darling,” he breathed, leaning forward resting his forehead against yours. “But maybe it doesn’t have to end, let’s not stress about the future right now I just want to focus on this moment.

Without saying a word you closed the gap between the two of you, pressing your lips against his in a kiss that pretty much stopped your heart, sending shocks of electricity through your skin.

The comments and the fear of being papped are a distant memory.

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[dangerouslyknown]

Scenario: How the Admirals realized they are in love with you + Confession

Borsalino / Kizaru

You weren´t quite friends with him, but:

You´ve had this habit of eating lunch together every day. You sit, eat, chat and it has become the highlight of the day for both of you. This has been going on for some years. By the same table there usually sits other Marines too, like Sakazuki, Garp, Kuzan and Sengoku but you always sat face to face with Borsalino.

One day however, he couldn´t make it to be there for the lunch break because he had an important mission elsewhere.

It doesn´t seem like a big deal to miss it once, but this actually made him realize how much he enjoyed spending time with you.

He hasn´t thought about it that much, but he has been having a crush on you for a while now...

As his mind went trough all these thoughts, the realization hit him even harder. He was falling for you. It wasn´t a small crush anymore...

Now that he has realized he loves you he really wants to let you know that. He will try his best to be back from the mission as soon as possible, preferably on the same day.

You will hear a knock on your door and he is standing there, apologizing and inviting you to eat dinner with him because he skipped lunch. He looked almost serious!

He had a paper bag and there was two instant noodle cups, one for each of you. He had them already ready so you can quickly grab them and eat.

As you two sat down to eat, he didn´t chat like he usually would. He just stared at you while you slurped your noodles.

Suddenly he smiles widely, squinting his eyes and his dragged, pleasant tone pronounces:

"Today I realized that I am in love with you"

Sakazuki / Akainu

You have been friends with him for a long time and you care for each other deeply, even if he isn´t the most affectionate type. (Well let´s be honest, he hardly shows any affection, but he has his ways)

You could even say that you two were `best friends` and you regularly visited the Marine HQ´s to see him (Or if you are a Marine yourself, you took some time off to visit him throughout the day)

At first he was super annoyed that you bothered him when he was working, but overtime he learned to appreciate your company. Sometimes you didn´t even say anything, you just chilled there with him.

One day when was working overtime... He was extremely stressed with work, because it has been a rough week. You were with him earlier that day, but of course you couldn´t hangout with him all day. You had responsibilities too.

You knew that he was working overtime today, so you decided to make a surprise visit to him.

You slid the door open and he looked at you with a very surprised look on his face. He wasn´t expecting anyone to come to his room without knocking and when it was this late.

You entered and placed something on his desk. You brought him a lunchbox with sandwhiches and a brand new cigar packet. His eyes widened and he looked at you.

That was when he realized how precious you are to him. His face might not look like it but his heart is literally squeezing in happiness. He is falling for you...

He doesn´t reveal his feelings right away. He just thanks you and gives you a slight smile (And seeing him smile is VERY RARE!)

He takes his time to process his feelings and much later, probably talking about months later, he decided to reveal his feelings for you. He had bought some flowers and he wrote a card.

One day he was waiting for you to visit him like you usually do, but for your surprise, when you entered, he stood up and handed you the flowers. You looked at the flowers, and noticed the card. The text on the card reads:

"I might be in love with you..." (with hearts drawn around the text)

Kuzan / Aokiji

You and him probably are not the closest with each other. It´s not that he doesn´t like you, you two just never got the chance to befriend each other better, if ya get what I mean.

He is probably physically attracted to you from the moment he first saw you and he has been asking you on a date multiple times, but that´s pretty much it.

You didn´t go on a date with him so he basically gave up the idea.

However, as time passed, something brought you closer to each other. You started to see each other more and spend more time together... It all just kind of happened.

You got to know him better and he got to know you better. You had endless conservations with each other while he was skiving off his work.

A certain incident happened however. Sakazuki became the Fleet Admiral and Kuzan left the navy. You didn´t see each other that much anymore...

When you were seperated, it made him feel insurmountable sadness because he missed you. Then he realized that he had a deeper emotional connection with you. His physichal attraction had evolved to romantic attraction. He loved you. He wanted to see you. He wanted to spend time with you.

He sailed over many seas, having this empty feeling in his heart until he finally couldn´t bare it anymore.

He searched for you. He wanted to see you at least one more time and one night you were sitting by the sea, watching the stars. You notice something in the horizon. It is someone riding a bicycle.. on water? As the figure came closer, you realized who it was.

He reached you and your reunition was beautiful. He hugged you tight and whispered in your ear:

"I never want to be seperated from you again. I love you"

Issho / Fujitora

You were friends. Usually, at least once a week, you sat down with him somewhere to talk.

Your topics were always random, but every time there was one thing he asked. He asked you to describe something beautiful you have seen to him. He enjoyed listening your describions.

You continued to meet with him weekly for months, then years. The meetings became more frequent too. Over time, his feelings for you grew...

He really enjoyed spending time with you and it seemed like you would never run out of topics to discuss or things to describe to him.

One beautiful evening, you were sitting somewhere outside. Once again, he asked you to describe something beautiful you have seen recently. You started to describe him how the sun setting right now was beautiful. You tried your best to describe the colors, but it was difficult.

He smiled as he listened to you and then he hit you with a question which you did not expect. He asked you to describe your face.

As you started to describe yourself, trying to remember how you looked because for some reason your mind went blank and you had a hard time remembering the sight you saw in the mirror.

His smile grew wider every moment and he finally cups your face and says:

"I wish I wouldn´t have blinded myself. I want to see the person I am so deeply in love with..."

[yandere-daze]

Hello I've been seeing your blog and I think they're really great!!! Also can I request headcannons about mayoi and arashi having a soulmate who isn't that much showy when it comes to affection and stuff because they're too shy to show them or tell them how much they love them? If it's okay though.. Also take care of yourself and have a great day!!!! <3

Thank you so much for reading my works and enjoying them ☺️ This is a pretty late answer but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

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tw brief mention of Mayoi having self-doubts

Arashi with an s/o that isn´t very showy with their affection due to being shy

Arashi is a very affectionate person herself but she honestly finds your shyness very cute! She most definitely cooed the first time you nervously admitted just how much you like her because it´s a very rare thing for you to do so freely and it´s a precious memory that will always stay in her mind

To her, there´s just no person in the world that is more adorable than her s/o!

Of course she would enjoy it a lot if you were a bit more open about your affection ( because she would just looove to cuddle with you, hold your hand in public and kiss you on your cheek as a greeting) but she also understands that everyone has different boundaries and she would never push you to say or do anything that you feel uncomfortable with

But even though you usually don´t offer up grand displays of affection or anything like that, Arashi knows that you really do love her a lot, just from all the simple little things you do for her and with how you fuss over her whenever she has been working a bit too much again or when she tries to do everything on her own

It´s very heartwarming for her to have someone that cares so much about her and her well-being and it honestly almost makes her tear up from time to time

Arashi would be very ecstatic if you gave her permission to be as affectionate with you as she wants though! She wants nothing more than to spoil you and make up for all that you´ve done for her!

Mayoi with an s/o that isn´t very showy with their affection due to being shy

Oh, so you´re just the same! Mayoi usually also is very shy when it comes to showing his love and appreciation for you so he would instinctively be able to understand you and your own hesitation in that regard

He´s always a bit nervous whenever you´re around, simply because his heart is doing summersaults as soon as he sees you walking towards him. There´s this brimming happiness inside him that he just can´t quell ( not that he wants to anyway)

Due to his self-doubts, Mayoi might sometimes jump to conclusions and think that you not wanting to hold his hand might mean that you don´t like him as much as he does you even though he knows better than that, but as soon as he looks into your beautiful eyes and sees the fond glimmer to them, his worries are easily put to rest

Mayoi just feels so safe and comfortable around you, something he rarely does, so he doesn´t think your relationship needs to be all flashy and full of passionate declarations of love for you both to know that you love and care deeply for each other

If you do initiate physical contact though, Mayoi would probably become very flustered, heat rushing to his cheeks but a happy smile spreading across his face

Very shyly, and with both of you probably not meeting each other´s eyes due to your embarrassment, he takes your hand and marvels at how nice they fit together

It´s a very soft moment, and one Mayoi definitely could get used to, he thinks