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@TacklerCulers: The Chaotic Teen Serie pt. 1
fcb femení x chaoticteen!reader (first fic, be gentle with me pls i'm embarassed, also, i have no idea why i wrote that.)
17yo La Masia defender gets promoted to the first team. Will you be able to keep your fcb femení fan account hidden while slowly making your place in the team with your idols?
While you had the tendency to be known as a cheeky chaotic teen, you currently felt anxious and shaky. You had spent three years working you ass off to be recognized in the La Masia training academy, it had paid off, since you were on the way to your first training with the senior team.
You're walking to the stadium when you feel your phone buzzing in your back pocket. You picked it up, smiling at the Mapi León wallpaper you had chosen weeks ago. You knew the pings had something to do with the meme you posted on your fan account, @TacklerCulers this morning.
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tacklersculers: Ona and The Flash have never been witnessed at the same place at the same time, just saying.
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Like you thought, the meme was doing well, attracting multiples thousands likes from other woso fans. You couldn't help but giggle at the fact that today, you'd get to meet all of the barça squad. No, it was more than that, today, you'd get to become their teammates.
You were so excited when you had made it on the training pitch, you were the first aside from some of the training staff that you had greeted. You picked up a ball and started juggling, trying to get yourself in the flow. Except this is when you had spotted them walking to you.
Alexia, the captain of the best team in the world, and Mapi Leon, the arm-tape icon —and arguably your favorite player of all time—smiling brightly at you. You were so focused on them that you kicked the ball straight to your shin. Smooth.
"Doing good, rookie?" The defender had asked you with an amused look. Though her smile faded away when Alexia elbowed her in the ribs, frowning.
The sound you had made to answer was something between a hurried yes and a cat screeching. So you nodded profusely, not trusting your voice to not betray you again.
"Don't listen to her cariño," the blond had said softly, her hand on your shoulder, and at that moment you swore you could die, your life was complete.
"Big day today, sí?" the capitain added, dragging you toward the group of players who had started arriving.
You hoped you'd be able to find you voice again soon, otherwise today would only be a long and embarrassing day.
You waved to some of the players, high fiving Patri who seemed very happy to see a fellow La Masia made kid. You couldn't help but be star struck, looking around you you saw Irene Paredes. Wall of the team. And Ingrid Engen? Technically midfield goddess but honorary defender in your books. Really what would have the team done last season without her? You couldn't help but chuckle a bit seeing Ona, remember your meme from this morning, though you tried (and failed) to hide your laugh as a cough.
But then training started, and you were definitely better at football than introducing yourself, so you gave your all. You had warmed up with Ingrid, not like Mapi didn't try to get to you before but the Norwegian had dragged you with her, leaving the Spaniard pouting. You were definitely glad for Ingrid right now, you were sure if you had had to play with your idol right away, you would have somehow tripped on your own feet.
After the warm up, the real work started. You had been doing well, holding your own as much as you could against them, trying to time your tackles well, finding your grooves in your passes. You were playing a five-a-side when the incident happened. At some point, you had tried to nutmeg Alexia on a spur of the moment thing, and had blushed furiously when you had inevitably failed —leaving only Gemma to defend the goal. Which in itself was embarrassing enough, but you had recovered quickly, decided on fixing things, you had ran for your life, and somehow managed to kick the ball away from the goal line when Alexia took her shot.
Problem?
It has landed straight on Ingrid's back, hitting her at full strength.
Ingrid stumbled forward, gasping, and Mapi who was right next to her burst out laughing. You ran to them, mortified, half screaming a busted apology.
"Already trying to get rid of me?" The dark haired woman said, chuckling while rubbing her back.
You screamed, trying to defend yourself while slightly panicking. "What?! No. Ingrid I'm so sorry, it's the ball, I didn't-" you stopped yoursel.
It's the ball? Seriously?
Ingrid raised an eyebrow at you while her girlfriend was practically rolling on the grass from laughing too much.
"I think the ball did exactly what you wanted, little devil." the Norwegian had said smirking, leaving you audibly gasping.
"I- What?" You stumbled on your words "I'm an angel I would never willingly hurt another defender!" you added, gesturing.
Mapi, who was still holding onto her belly from how much she was laughing interrupted, "An Angel? You just tried to murder Ingrid with a football.”
You whined your disagreement, unaware that most of the team had stopped their training to watch you three arguing on the sideline, most with a smile on their lips. You heard Pina laughing in the background, saying something along the lines of you perfectly fitting in already. Alexia had made her way to you. Her voice surprised you when she spoke teasingly, "Would that mean that you'd willingly hurt someone who's not a defender?" You could see on the blonde faces that it was meant as a joke. You watched, half amused half desperate, as the three women burst out laughing at the face you made.
Thankfully for you, the Norwegian did not seem to hold a grudge for the way you had attacked her with the football, leaving the training session to continue.
It was the end of the day and you were making your way to the locker room when Mapi had ran to you. She ruffled your hair, putting her arm around your shoulder when she was satisfied, "You did good today kid, looks like you might have a nice future ahead of you."
Your mouth fell open, before you started scrambling to say thank you. You just couldn't believe Mapi of all people was the one to compliment you. All the team had welcomed you with open arms, pulling you in conversation, praising you when you did well, giving you tips when you were struggling. You always knew they were good people, but witnessing it first hand was leaving you a bit emotional.
You guessed your starstruck eyes were obvious when Frido, who was passing you to sit at her locker said, "Well, no need to ask who your favourite player is, uh?" You felt your body shrink in your seat and went straight back to blushing as the team giggled. After the first moment of embarrassment, you laughed with them.
You had behave fairly well, until you were presented with the perfect opportunity by Irene, feeling like the team had a good vibe, you decided to show a bit of mischief.
"So," Irene asked curiously, "what made you decide to be a defender?"
You froze for a second, your filter failing you, before smirking. "Because defenders are the hottest."
You saw Mapi nearly choke on her water while the whole team burst out laughing. And suddenly you felt very proud of yourself. You laughed with them while kicking away your cleats.
The tattooed Spaniard had recovered from her cough, tears in her eyes, "You're a cheeky thing, aren't you?"
You smiled, wiggling your eyebrows, "I mean… am I wrong?"
"No lies detected," Ingrid chimed in with a wink, making everyone laugh harder.
You leaned back into your locker, not believing how well you were going along with the team. That's when you saw Aitana giggling and grabbing Ona by the sleeve. "Look! Someone edited you on a The Flash meme!"
Uh oh.
#mapi leon x reader#barcelona femeni x reader#fcb femení#woso#woso community#mapi leon reader#fc barcelona#fcb femeni#barcelona women#barcelona femeni#ingrid engen#ingrid engen x reader#imagine#woso x reader#woso imagine#woso fanfics#fcb femeni x reader#idk why i did that#yes i made the meme#it's funny in my head but is it really#barcelona femeni x teen reader#teen reader#platonic#mapi leon x ingrid engen#mapi leon x ingrid engen x teen reader
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Yeah so apparently when I was in grade 9 a bunch of my classmates made an entire Instagram account made specifically to make fun of me and it was [school]-disabled and the profile picture was my face with clown makeup and the bio said "live laugh [my full deadname]" and all the posts were of me and the captions were stuff like "what an odd specimen" and "you can just tell it has no friends" and "why hasn't this thing been hit by a bus yet" and I ended up dropping out because of it (I didn't get to see the entire account before it got taken down but apparently posts dated back to the first day I spent at that school (so like. Around this time in 2021) (so they dated back at least two and a half years) and I spent that summer never leaving my house and having my brother accompany me literally everywhere until the second month of the next school year cause the first time I took the bus home from my new school (we had to pass the Other School where everyone else at [old school] goes) they tried taking a picture of me again and my brother ended up fighting them in the 7-11 parking lot near my house while I had a panic attack in the bathroom. That was like a year ago and it hasn't happened since but I've never felt safe outside of my house and I've never trusted anyone again but I still stalk some of their social medias just in case (because of this I also ended up breaking my year streak of not shing and because of dropping out I ended up missing my grade 9 grad party but my parents made it up to me by taking me to the amusement park but I was on guard the entire time so it wasn't too fun but it was better than if I went with my class)
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Was going through old wips and drawings I made a while ago and never posted on my laptop and found this. Thought it was funny-
(Hello again Danny Phantom)
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Vr46 academy keychains
Set of five charms that all match in different ways
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Open for detailed pictures of each one
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I ran out of tags so I'll say it here but i would greatly appreciate a reblog, especially if you share your thoughts on these pieces in tags (。•̀ᴗ-)✧
(Also i forgot that bez have matching part with luca so I didn’t add that to tags sorry
#motogp#marco bezzecchi#pecco bagnaia#valentino rossi#celestino vietti#luca marini#mb72#fb63#vr46#cv13#lm10#vr46 academy#okay so i fear tags won't be enough for me this time but I'll try tell everything anyway#firstly i used nicknames (should have used maro but didn't think at the time) for everyone because it brings more of a family feeling than#when i do initials and that's exactly what i wanted with them. on the same note the wolves#the wolves were tge first thing that started this idea because i wanted to make bez charm and picked one up and then it expanded very fast#because let's all face it - they are basically a wolf pack and it's extremely fitting. also after taking these pictures i found mettalic on#for cele. and it's a huge slay because i really don't like mismatching colours of metal#probably the only one that i did mismatch is vale but amazingly it looks pretty neat. i also put as many turtles as i physically could#also except for wolves he also has matching beads with cele and luca if you can spot them#while cele matches luca and bez#bez matches cele and pecco while pecco matches only bez. it was quite a challenge to find beads that would suit their different#colour schemes while looking organic in keychains#also for bez i used a wrench bc of his family and i think that's pretty neat detail#it was absolute mindfuck to find beads for five different keychains at the same time because of how different they all are but i tried#also put a lot of effort into not repeating myself as much as j could in structures so they all have their own personalities outside of set#also i love that “bez” part looks like fangs icl#if you see bead that stands out by colour from all others in keychain it's probably for their eye colour because i love to add that too#also used old bez livery because what we had this year was horrible#actually i made it some time ago just never had time to post
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Hi! I dont usually ever send asks but I saw your post about including more DC characters in your AU's and was wondering if you were ever planning on including Kate Kane and/or Renee Montoya as they are two of my favourite characters in all of DC and almost never appear in batfamily fics even though they both work with oracle, nightwing, huntress, and other members a surprising amount in the comics. I like the idea of Kate especially being reluctantly enamoured with Peter, and that she would remind him of Col. Rhodes as I feel they have similar no-nonsense attitudes, dogged determination, and militant mannerisms while being pretty gentle on the inside. You might have answered this before but are Peter and Col. Rhodes close? I would assume they at least know each other pretty well from his friendship with Tony. Also thank you so much for LOF and all your writing - it genuinely brings me so much joy. <3
i 100000% want to write Kate Kane in the future, though i still need to read up on her, Renee, and Helena to make sure i'm writing them correctly. i started LoF worried about juggling too many characters in the plot and also didn't actually know a lot about the batfam outside of what i'd already been reading, considering LoF was supposed to just be me and alighterwood messing around with a silly au, i didn't think to put more than the cast we have. other aus will definitely have them in the future because i feel bad i missed out on them. i briefly considered putting at least Kate in LoF, but i feel like she would have at least been MENTIONED before now, and it would feel like a cheap throw in. she deserves more attention in another au
and i hadn't thought about it, but Kate and Rhodey ARE pretty similar. Since Rhodey is Tony's best friend, he and Peter get along very well! i hadn't mentioned him too much in LoF itself because, well, LoF was supposed to be 15 chapters originally. it was supposed to be wrapped up a while ago but then i got a little too into writing it. and i made a mistake forgetting how present he'd have been in Peter's life. admittedly, this comes back to me having a hard time juggling so many characters. he'll be showing back up in a couple chapters (when we finally get our Avengers POV) and i hope to remedy that mistake
#i mean he's been mentioned a couple times in LoF? i think?#so i could have done worse and not mentioned him at all#so i'm giving myself a C+ for how he's been handled so far#because peter had been fairly focused on the situation involving his parental figures and his training more than anything#so if they weren't actively training with Peter or were not a parental figure they weren't mentioned as much#i had a rhodey counterpart mentioned in the chapter with happy's counterpart#but i think i scrapped it because it didn't feel like it fit his character#so yeah here's hoping i can give rhodey the attention he deserves later#as well as Kate and Renee and Helena in another au#erinwantstowrite#ao3#ao3 fanfic#leap of faith ao3#leap of faith catch me if you can#thank you for the ask!#peter parker in gotham#dc#marvel
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This week’s writer spotlight feature is: @cuips-not-cute! cuips_not_cute has six fics in the Stranger Things fandom on AO3 and all of them are in the Steddie tag!
Our anonymous nominator recommends the following works by @cuips-not-cute:
he could be brave
blood is an aphrodisiac
honeyed affection
blinking red light
cyclical
"cuips is a master of taking the reader on an emotional roller coaster ride. The amount of times I've laughed and cried at the same time reading his fics have been too numerous to count. Especially the depth of the sex scenes and the character beats and growth they portray are gorgeous to read - and also very titillating. I love Steve and Eddie in every one of cuips stories, adore the little mannerisms they are given and the way they interact with each other and other characters. Besides the inspiring prose cuips can pull off a plot like few other people I've found so far - since blinking red light is still ongoing, I'll just point to cyclical for that. I'm very thankful to cuips for writing and posting these stories and for being a very active part of this lovely fandom." -- anonymous
Below the cut, @cuips-not-cute answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!
Why do you write Steddie?
i don’t even know. i was happily in the ofmd fandom when i watched season 4 almost three years ago now (oh god) and then the characters… they got me. i fear they’ll never leave.
What’s your favorite trope to READ?
god, so many. they’re all kinda the same flavor though so i’ll list out what i’m always filtering for to find a new fic: bottom/sub eddie, creature/monster eddie, post s4, canon compliant, soft dom steve, sex pollen, spit kink, rimming (perhaps my FAVORITE ever thing to read), switch eddie/switch steve… the list goes on.
What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?
probably also rimming. there’s just something so romantic about eating ass. and i really love to stick with post s4 canon compliant aus, too, i don’t think i’ve written an actual for real au yet, though i do have an idea for one after brl.
What’s your favorite Steddie fic?
i don’t know if i can pick!! my ao3 bookmarks host my many all-time faves, but if you wanna go by the fic i’ve reread the most it’s probably the affliction of the feeling. it’s so fucking good.
Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?
YES!!! i have never written omegaverse!!! which is crazy, ‘cause i like it a LOT. i have a post-s4 omegaverse au kicking around in my head currently, and i cannot wait to sink my teeth into all the messy biology and politics that come with the omegaverse.
What is your writing process like?
chaotic, in a word. usually, i’ll get a fic idea while i’m balls-deep in writing another fic so i’ll shove it to the side and let it simmer while i finish that first one, then i’ll spend a good long while planning it out in ridiculous detail, and THEN i’ll start actually drafting. i like to have a fully fleshed out outline and a couple chapters written and edited before i start posting, and once posting begins i tend to deviate quite a bit from my outline but it’s all good fun.
Do you have any writing quirks?
definitely. i don’t like pointing them out for fear of other folks seeing them in everything i do, but they’re there. one that i don’t mind so much is my absolute abuse of the word “little.” everything is “a little” of this, “a little” of that, but i try to cut my usage down significantly while i’m editing.
Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?
i always TRY to keep a schedule but… yeah. it never works. i’m far too busy for one, but attempts are made. i’d like to one day write a fic in full before posting it, because i think it’d be a whole lot better if i let it sit for that long but lord, i sure do like getting ao3 comments on every chapter. they make the writing motivation go WAY up.
Which fic are you most proud of?
brl, definitely. that fucker is LONG and i’m barely halfway through it. i think i’ve done a lot of cool things with it and i’m going to do some more cool things and i’ve made a lot of really awesome friends in the process of writing it so it’s got some pretty insane sentimental value to me. it’s definitely going to be a fic i’ll miss writing once i finish it, but that’s what the epilogue series is for!!!
How did you get the idea for blinking red light?
from another fic!!! @racketghost is the author of one of my favorite things i’ve ever read, which is the good omens zach and miri au, closed set (https://archiveofourown.org/works/23320960/chapters/55862155 <- hyperlinked), wherein crowley has been lying about the existence of some angelic sex tapes to all of hell, and then he and aziraphale have to actually make the tapes. it’s awesome. it’s gorgeous. brl is one big giant love letter to this fic, because it means so fucking much to me and i think about it ALL the time.
When writing honeyed affection, what was something you didn’t expect?
hmm, i don’t know? ha is, i think, a pretty easygoing fic with lots and lots of porn stuffed inside it, and that was all i intended it to be so i cannot think of anything i was surprised by!!
What inspired blood is an aphrodisiac?
i just wanted to write vampire eddie. it was july ‘22, kas theories were everywhere, i had to try it. these days i think i would change a LOT about it because my ideas and hcs surrounding the characters have evolved significantly, but i’ll write vampire eddie again and “fix” everything i no longer like about biaa.
What was your favorite part to write from he could be brave?
…the fisting. i genuinely think some of my best writing is in that scene, and while i feel the same way about this fic as i do biaa, the fisting scene will always hold a special place in my heart. i’m very, very excited to write the fisting chapter in brl because of this scene. fisting rules.
How do/did you feel writing cyclical?
i wrote cyclical during a very weird few months of my life, so writing it was sort of my way of dealing with all the insane shit going on around me, and i think it shows. in a good way, though, because cyclical is a timeloop fic so it needed to be a little angsty and insane. i’m stupidly proud of that fic. @ryeallytired actually BOUND it into a PHYSICAL BOOK and SENT IT TO ME and when i tell you that is the singular most precious object i own, i mean it.
What was the most difficult part of writing blinking red light?
PLOTTING THAT BITCH. GOD. i’m so happy to be actually WRITING it now, the planning was genuinely so brutal. my issue was that i was sticking too close to the plot of closed set (<3) which just… did not work for steddie. closed set’s premise centers around crowley lying about making sex tapes, yes, but he lied about them to PROTECT aziraphale, which is the messiest, kindest, riskiest fucking thing ever. and it’s awesome. in the early planning stages of brl, i was trying to put eddie in the crowley role of lying about having made sex tapes with steve, but it reallyyy didn’t work. there was an oc and i absolutely hated him, plus i didn’t like what that premise was doing to eddie’s character… ugh. it was a MESS. it took several rubber duck-ing conversations with my brilliant friend @lollaika and a rewatch of zach and miri to finally realize that it had to be STEVE who brings up the idea of sex tapes so that he could protect eddie, rather than eddie bringing it up to save his own hide (yikes).
Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?
oooh, lots. reallyyyy loved chapter 8 of cyclical with all of the pov shifts, that was super fun to write. i also really enjoyed writing the dry humping/sex tape convo in the first chapter of brl, and i’m stupidly excited to write chapters 12, 13, 15, and 17, because of specific scenes that will happen in each.
Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?
i do!! after brl is completed i’ll have to choose from two story ideas (because i cannot have two wips at once or i’ll get SO stressed), one being a semi-realistic steddie cowboy au based off my own experiences with growing up on a farm and featuring messy, earnest cowboys and not-fully-human eddie, and the other being the omegaverse au i want to write, which will have a very fun mix of vampire eddie, dubcon bitching, and accidental mating bites!!!
Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?
i cannot think of anything!! this was super fun :D
Thank you to our author, @cuips-not-cute, and our anonymous nominator! See more of cuips_not_cute's works featured on our page throughout the day!
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Who's Passing NNN? Tokyo Debunker Pt 7
GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!1
a/n: hey wow i need 2 go 2 bed like. two hours ago. anyways! have this. i hope you enjoy this because it took me a while 2 write it... i got writer's block and wasn't reinspired until i had a lightbulb moment 4 Towa porn. i'll be posting that immediately after posting this. quick disclaimer that i write these under the assumption the tokyo debunker boys are at least 18 years old. they appear to be present at a university considering there are professors and a chancellor. not to mention the boys drink, smoke, gamble, and refer to themselves as adults.
summary: FINAL part of the "Who's Passing NNN?" Tokyo Debunker series. please enjoy!
cw: one pathetic man and one impassive man jerking off. MINORS DNI!!!!!!!!!!! never proofread as per usual <3
Frostheim || Vagastrom || Jabberwock || Sinostra || Hotarubi || Obscuary || Mortkranken
(Towa porn 2 be posted... keep an eye out)
Mortkranken:
Yuri Isami: Pass
Of course he passes, but he doesn’t think it’s worth celebrating. He does this all the time anyway, as he barely has time to do anything out of the ordinary when his entire life centers around research (which I think low-key determines his self-worth but we’ll get into that later). He gets boners but hardly deals with them unless he miraculously finds some time to, as he hates doing it while he’s bathing anyhow.
He twirls his pen around his thumb five times. He’s bouncing his right leg. He’s carefully staring at the paper before him. He’s taking steady breaths, he’s blinking repeatedly, he’s rapping his knuckles against his desk. Nothing is working. A faint blush dusts his cheeks and his groin still twitches indignantly. Clearly, this boner had no intention of leaving him soon. He groans in frustration, throwing his pen onto the desk in front of him and burying his face in his hands. Come on. All he had to do was focus, just for a few minutes. Just for a few minutes! He was so ridiculously close to making a breakthrough, he assumed, in relation to your curse. It was a start. All he had to do was use his stigma, just for a moment. But he couldn’t focus well enough. Instead, his focus was unfortunately redirected to his half-hard cock every time he felt a twitch. It was unusually persistent today, growing even as he presses down on it harshly, resisting the moan that threatens to slip past his lips. He crumples forward into the desk, one hand still pressing into his persistent boner, the other acting as a cushion for his forehead.
He had to admit, it had been a while since he’d last got off… He lets that thought trail off, feeling his blush grow a deeper shade of pink. Before he can really think about it, he begins to gently palm himself, letting out a pleased sigh before suddenly jumping up and frantically whipping his head back and forth, checking to see if anyone was nearby.
Thankfully, there wasn’t. It was dark in the lab, the only lights being at his desk, the bathrooms, and the stairs. He sighs with relief, about to melt back into palming himself, before he stops cold. No, he can’t do this out in the open! Who knows what sort of particles would infect his perfectly sterile space if he dared to do such a thing here? His eyes flick towards the bathrooms. He’s out of his chair in a second, stiffly making his way to the light above them. He idly wonders when he’d made the decision to do this, but it hardly stopped him. He’s slipped through the doors and picked a stall in a matter of seconds, already hurriedly leaning against the walls of one and harshly palming himself through his jeans again. He hums in pleasure, the building urgency reducing to a content thrum instead.
He almost gets carried away, palming himself through his pants, before the urgency kicks in again and he hurriedly pulls his dick out, leaning his head against the stall door. He strokes quickly, partially in hopes to get it over with quickly, and partially simply from how euphoric it feels to touch himself after so long. He doesn’t last long, his face soon contorting into one of pleasure, his eyes rolling back and his jaw clenched tight. A pathetic whine springs from him as he spills himself on the bathroom floor, careful to point his cock away from him to avoid any of his own cum splattering on him.
He pants, his head spinning as he surveys the mess. His legs wobble beneath him, and he grips the stall door to keep himself upright. This would take some cleaning.
Jiro Kirisaki: Pass
He hardly has time to shower because of Yuri. If you think he’s got time to jack off, think again. Not to mention he just doesn’t seem the type to do it for any reason besides necessity. I do believe he has a high libido, but I think he sees it as frivolous, if anything. He jacks off to relieve himself and that’s it.
He’s done trying.
He was in the middle of packing materials to perform the mandatory health checks on the ghoul students. Normally, he’d be perfectly focused on his task. He would meticulously organize the tools just as Yuri showed him, ensure he had the appropriate medications and treatments for the corresponding ghouls, and be on his way. Today, however, he could hardly bring himself to focus on organizing the tools. He had done that so often at this point that it should be muscle memory, but all that practice had done nothing for him today. The tools were scattered in the bag. He hadn’t even realized he’d been simply tossing them in until one ot them bounced off the bag, clattering onto the nearby table. He sighs, groaning inwardly, his face remaining impassive. This was going to be a headache.
He peered into the bag, his tired eyes sweeping over the jumbled mess of tools. He frowns, sifting through it, deciding internally whether he wanted to clean this all up and get going, or if he wanted to stay behind a while longer. He glanced at his watch. Technically, he had a few minutes before he needed to get going… Just this once couldn’t hurt.
He stands, finding his way to the nearest bathroom. Hopefully, this wouldn’t take long. He had work to do, and Yuri would get upset if he wasn’t on time. He slumps his way into an empty bathroom, finding a stall and locking it behind him. He closed his eyes, pursing his lips in a pensive expression. This was probably going to be a pain, but he had to if he wanted to be able to focus. He had to if he wanted to get this over with. He groans inwardly again and slowly reaches down his body, unbuckling his belt and slipping a hand into his pants, gently stroking his stiffened cock. Just one sroke sent a shiver up his spine, and he sucked in a breath, determined to keep quiet.
Bracing himself against the stall, he presses one hand over his mouth and begins stroking himself rather harshly with the other. He had no time to waste. Almost immediately, he feels his legs begin to buckle under him, the pleasure shooting down his legs. Small whimpers and light groans slip past his lips as he continues, going as fast as he can. He bites his hand to keep himself quieter, and continues stroking, gently thumbing at the head as he does. A groan sounds from his throat, and he almost feels the need to give up on keeping quiet. He curses, keeping up the fast pace, feeling his arm begin to burn as he does. He thrusts his hips forward into his hand to speed up the process, his body trembling as he feels his orgasm rapidly approaching.
And all at once, he bursts, his seed splattering into the stall wall. He pants, surveying his mess, letting his head spin for only a moment before he had to get back to work. He leans against the door, panting, biting his lip as his cock twitched again.
a/n: RIPS SHIRT OFFFFFF IT'S FINALLY DONE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! anyways i hope you all enjoy this. my beloved brain slop. i actually do not think i did a good job so idk i hope its good.
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I was accused of being a drama queen and told I should be blocked for starting drama, while the person who said that didn’t even bother to block me themselves.
Then, I started noticing a lot of people who had liked the shady posts about me a month ago suddenly hearting my posts again.
At first, I thought maybe something had happened behind the scenes, causing people to reconsider, even though I’ve been minding my own business and going back to my usual content—without talking about the situation, even privately.
Then, a post I made did pretty well for someone like me, and I saw this narrative being spun around that same time.
I actually planned to spare you all the details because I think this community has a huge misogyny problem that nobody really cares to address, and I wanted the focus to remain on respecting my work, not fueling more drama.
But now, a whole month later, I see the same narrative being pushed again, so let's just clear this up once and for all and move on, yeah?
First of all, this is a bad look. Are you mad because you got blocked? Mad you think I needed you to reblog me immediately? Mad that people took one side of the story but you refuse to share yours because it "doesn’t matter"? Mad that I blocked you before the incident even happened a month ago?
The ccfinds blog in question has never reblogged my work.
For weeks, I tagged them on many of my posts, and they still never reblogged. One of those posts still have the tags on them, as I pointed out over a month ago.
That same blog consistently missed my tags, but never missed the tags of white creators who uploaded the same day as me.
The ccfinds blog has a history of ignoring small creators in general, but especially small creators of color.
It’s funny how they only seem to “find” the tags of small creators of color once those posts have gained enough notes on their own, without any help from the ccfinds blog.
Then, suddenly, they reblog it.
And, suddenly, after I called them out, this blog started reblogging small creators of color a lot faster about a month ago. So much so, it was noticed by the same creators of color this cc finds blog typically ignores. (To make this even clearer: they were suddenly reblogging small creators of color more frequently to make it look like they aren't racist.)
I didn’t even realize this until I asked other small creators of color about it.
This is already KNOWN about you in creator spaces behind the scenes.
So, if you don’t like me, AND despite suddenly reblogging small creators of color (who you typically ignore), you still never reblogged me.
Never. Not once.
After I publicly addressed this, you messaged me claiming you went looking for my tags but couldn’t find them. Well, of course—you couldn’t find them because I had already blocked you.
I only need to be told once that you typically ignore poc. After realizing you were intentionally ignoring me, then poc telling me, you typically ignore them unless their posts do well without you, it's literally all I needed to know.
Let me be clear: I don’t know why you think I should continue tagging you when:
You never reblogged me,
This pattern spanned weeks and several posts,
You were actively reblogging other creators (white creators, to be specific) who uploaded the same day as me.
It’s not about doing it “immediately.” Everyone else I tag gets to it within a week or two, sometimes even days. This was never about timing—it’s the total absence.
The pattern was clear. I noticed it because it was consistent.
I used your tag because it fit my work—it’s an xto3 conversion, and you’re an xto3conversion finds blog, right?
But here’s the thing: other ccfinds blogs? They reblog EVERYONE’S work regardless of popularity. That’s why I respect them the most—they meant it when they said they wanted to support creators.
Your blog doesn’t feel like that. It feels like a table people can’t sit at if the host doesn’t like them. And this isn’t just my experience—other small creators, especially creators of color, have noticed this too.
And as for BelleKenobi... publicly “wondering” what you did wrong, but privately ignoring my message?
A whole month later?
What happened to “touching grass,” sis?
You’re this disgruntled a whole month later?
I directly asked you about it after you made that post—told you to say it with your whole chest—but you ignored it. So why are you acting like you’re still wondering what you did wrong now?
Is this not you ducking me?
You’re wondering. You’re curious. It’s a month later, and you’re still confused. But you had all this time to respond.
Really seems like you’re just acting confused publicly to protect your image.
You see, I cleared you a month ago. I apologized publicly and privately. Then you ran off and made that passive-aggressive post.
Despite knowing you’re still a bully, despite still associating with other bullies in this community, and even after harassing people and laughing about it in a Discord server for everyone to see, I still cleared you from that situation.
Because it was not your blog.
But then you made that shady post, and people saw the real you.
You can’t put that on me because, again, I cleared you from the drama. You inserted yourself back into it when you made that passive-aggressive post.
Even if people didn’t know you to be passive-aggressive or a bully before, they certainly thought so after that post.
You could’ve just kept quiet, or even publicly accepted the apology. Played it off like you were confused—but you messed up your own optics with that post.
Then I wouldn’t have had to mention to everyone that you’ve been a mean girl in this space. You could’ve kept your innocence, but you didn’t.
I was going to let it slide.
I could’ve said, “you’re not the blog, but you’re still a bully, so I don’t care”—but I have something called integrity.
A bully is going to bully, and you would've slipped up anyway.
Everyone would’ve seen it for themselves, whether I said something or not.
Which you did immediately after my apology, by the way.
Now, a whole month later, you're being a hypocrite to the oh-so-kind advice you gave me before?
Chat, is this "touching grass"???
Both of you do not like me. You didn’t before I called this out, you didn’t during, and you don’t now.
So why are you crying about being blocked by someone you don’t like and have never supported?
Does this have anything to do with the fact I’m not canceled? That people didn’t block me in solidarity? That you and all your friends have to like each other's posts now to make it look like you’re still popping? That I still have a YouTube channel and an amazing Discord server? That people still fuck with me? That you no longer have access to me? That I put up a boundary? That I block people who clearly do not like me?
Here’s my advice: block people who don’t like you, instead of searching them up to see if you’re blocked. Then you’ll gain the same peace of mind I have.
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WE HIT 500 FOLLOWERS!
(we hit it quite a while ago actually!)
I cannot thank you enough, you’ve all been nothing but kind to me :,)
I’ve been drawing my entire life, and as of this year I finally started posting my art online :D I’m so glad that not only do people like my art, but it makes people happy ^^ I wouldn’t be where I am now without any of you, and I thank you all SO MUCH!!! (I’m hugging all 574 of you rn, yes ALL of you it’s a HUGE hug pile)
Now, what some of you have been waiting for… I’ve been hyping this up for the past few weeks, maybe even months, so now I’m here to proudly present to you…
MY COMMISSIONS ARE FINALLY OPEN!
I’ve never really done commissions before other than for some in person friends, so I’m going to be opening my commissions through Artistree and see how it works out!
As of now there will only be a limited amount of slots open, but that may change in the future!!!
And hey, maybe I'll add more commission options in the future too! (comics, doodles, reference sheets, etc)
YOU CAN FIND MY COMMISSIONS HERE!!!
(p.s, you don’t need an artistree account to commission me! Just thought I’d give you a heads up in case that became a concern! The website takes Paypal and I think Venmo works too??)
I’ll be adding my commission info to my pinned post so it’s easier to access, and I’ll update my bio depending on if my commissions are open or closed!!
Again, just want to give a HUGE thank you to everyone who made it possible for me to come this far! You guys have been amazing, and I truly love all of you so much <3
(I’d appreciate if you guys would reblog this post, not a lot of people see my non-tf2 related posts)
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About to Strike (Part 2)
***IMPORTANT! PLEASE NOTE: This is Part 2 to Part 6 (it makes sense, I promise) of my Beauty and the Bard series! Find Part 1 of this chapter here. If you'd rather read it all in one go, it's also posted to AO3.
Summary: “Oh,” he said smoothly, his features settling into a seductive smirk. “Giving me a ring so soon, my sweet? I’m flattered.” He plucked the ring from your hand and attempted to slide it onto his fingers. “Alas,” he sighed dramatically, “it’s too small - something I've never had trouble with in the past.” You made a face and smacked him lightly on his bicep, causing him to laugh. He caught your hand in his and examined your fingers. “I suppose you’ll have to wear it instead.” He slid the ring onto your pinky gently. It was a perfect fit. The two of you stared down at it for a moment, a quiet tension hanging in the air. “Mine,” he breathed, turning the ring over and over around your finger. “Yours,” you confirmed, bringing a hand to his cheek and looking him in the eyes. OR You and Astarion have a room to yourselves at the Last Light Inn. What happens next?
Pairing: Astarion x f!reader Rating: 18+ Word count: 21.3k (This particular part is 10.6k) CW: smut, reader is new to sex,piv sex, oral (male receiving), hand job, vaginal fingering, mentions of Astarion's past trauma, blood drinking, mild angst, protective Astarion, soft Astarion, whimpering Astarion, porn with feelings, reader is an idiot (and a bard), so is Astarion (not a bard, just an idiot), lots of party banter, AND JAHEIRA!! Spoilers: Minor spoilers for Act 1 and 2 (in-game dialogue, plot points, etc.), as well as Astarion's plotline Also posted to: AO3 Last chance to go back to Part 1 of this chapter!
a/n: So sorry to be posting another tumblr two parter. Once I started writing, I simply couldn't stop. Thank you if you made it this far! Your reward is once again smut! I hope you all enjoy :) (Thank you to @kermitwazowski for beta reading!)
The room was fairly cozy; a full sized bed was made neatly in the back left corner by a door that led out into the wrap-around porch that surrounded the inn, while an upholstered couch sat in front of a large window, and a storage chest was hidden behind an ornate screen, full of alchemical materials and a few gold pieces.
You set your backpack down and removed your armor, taking note of the contents of the room and pausing when you saw Astarion on his hands and knees by the bed.
“What are you doing?” you asked, shutting the curtains on the window and raising your eyebrows at him as he held his ear to the ground.
“Shh, shh, shh, quiet darling,” he said softly and knocked on the board below his ear. His eyes lit up when the wood made a hollow sound. “Just as I thought!” He sat up on his knees and pried at the edge of the board until it lifted to reveal a small hiding cubby for valuables underneath. He flashed you a winning grin before reaching his arm down into the hole blindly.
You sat on the bed to get a better angle as you watched and leaned forward to brush your hands through his hair.
“Aha! Found something!” he said assuredly before retracting his arm to share his findings with you. He opened his hand to reveal a crumpled letter and a tarnished ring.
You snorted. “A thrilling yield,” you said, patting his shoulder, “well done.”
Astarion let out a frustrated exhale. “Maybe the ring is worth something?” he tossed the letter aside, which you picked up and scanned quickly.
“This Ketheric Thorm guy seems to be no joke,” you said absently, reflecting on the contents of the letter. The author wrote of feeling stuck at the inn on their way to Baldur’s Gate, and of how the people from the nearby village were on edge whenever they were asked about Ketheric. It had clearly been written long ago.
Astarion had one eye closed and inspected the ring closely. “Yes, yes, he’s a brute and a hellion, blah blah blah, we can worry about that tomorrow.” He opened his eye again and turned to you. “Tell me, dear, what does this say?”
He handed you the ring, which was ice cold when you held it in your palm. You sensed that it was full of ice magic, and took a closer look at the inside of the band. A series of names had been scratched out, one after the other. The last word, however, was untouched, and not a name.
“‘Mine,’” you read aloud.
Astarion was already up and looking for more items hidden within the room. “You don’t need to lay claim to it,” he said, inspecting an emerald ring that he found on the dresser, “it’s worthless. You can have it.”
You laughed. “No,” you said, getting up and walking over to him. You held the ring between your thumb and index finger, angling it in front of his face to where the inscription could be read in the candle light. “Mine,” you repeated.
“Oh,” he said smoothly, his features settling into a seductive smirk. “Giving me a ring so soon, my sweet? I’m flattered.” He plucked the ring from your hand and attempted to slide it onto his fingers. “Alas,” he sighed dramatically, “it’s too small - something I've never had trouble with in the past.” You made a face and smacked him lightly on his bicep, causing him to laugh. He caught your hand in his and examined your fingers. “I suppose you’ll have to wear it instead.”
He slid the ring onto your pinky gently.
It was a perfect fit.
The two of you stared down at it for a moment, a quiet tension hanging in the air.
“Mine,” he breathed, turning the ring over and over around your finger.
“Yours,” you confirmed, bringing a hand to his cheek and looking him in the eyes.
His hand came up to meet yours and his eyes were half lidded when you closed the distance and kissed him fiercely. Your tongue flicked out to prod at his bottom lip and he gladly opened for you with a rumble low in his chest. He pulled you closer by the hips and shuffled you backwards toward the bed.
“Mine,” he repeated between breaths. “You’re mine,” he growled and pushed you backwards with enough force to make you fall onto the bed. You yelped gleefully and repositioned yourself to be more comfortable as he climbed on top of you. He continued to kiss you eagerly; all over your face, jaw, and throat.
“Aren’t you…” your breathing was heavy and your heartbeat thrummed in your ears, “aren’t you scared of hurting me?”
Astarion paused his kisses and pulled back to look at you. “Are you complaining?”
“Not at all,” you exhaled, pulling him back down by the collar of his shirt and kissing him clumsily as you threw your arms around his neck.
He moaned weakly against your mouth. “I’ve missed you,” he said, moving down to drag his fangs along your throat.
“Bite me,” you sighed, angling your head to give him better access to feed.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he cooed and clicked his tongue. “If this night continues how I think it’s going to, then I’d rather taste you-” he moved his mouth to your ear and said lowly, “-while I’m inside of you.”
You shivered and threw your hands over your face, whining pathetically. “From anyone else, that would have been terrible.”
“Mmm,” he hummed as he nuzzled his nose along your jawline. “But you can’t leave now. I’ve given you a ring, which you’ve foolishly accepted.”
“Ah,” you nodded slowly, “trapped by societal expectations. Curses!” You held your fist up to the sky, cursing no one in particular. “Though, that means you’re trapped with me, too.”
Astarion continued kissing you, making a noise of affirmation against your mouth. “A shame, considering I can’t stand you,” he rolled his hips, causing you to inhale sharply when you felt how hard he already was. “Ignore that, that has nothing to do with my hatred for you.”
“I can tell,” you teased, palming at his shirt.
He took the hint and sat up to pull the fabric over his head.
You watched him, your eyes roaming all over his unfairly beautiful body, until they landed on his left thigh and you gasped.
“You’re bleeding!”
“I’m what?” Astarion looked himself over, but fell backwards when you sprang off the bed to run towards your backpack.
“You’re bleeding,” you said again, shuffling back over to him with your bag in hand and rummaging through your belongings to find the salve and bandages you’d been using on your own wound.
Astarion now saw the crimson stain on the front of his leg, complete with a slash through the fabric of his pants. “And I just mended these,” he sighed.
“Take them off,” you instructed, tapping his right thigh.
He smirked. “Are you sure, darling? You might like what you see.”
You gave him a look that said “I’m being serious,” and he groaned.
“Fine.” He stood and undid the clasps of his trousers before shimmying out of them and dropping them ungracefully onto the floor next to him. He sat back down on the bed and you did your best not to stare at his erection. He rolled his eyes. “It’s not going to bite you,” he said. “Though I certainly intend to.” He raised his eyebrows seductively.
You nodded absently at his comment, to which he muttered, “Oh, you’re no fun,” and began to assess his wound. It looked as though it had stopped bleeding hours ago, but the fact remained that he had gotten injured in the first place. You got up again and walked over to the wash basin in the corner of the room to retrieve water to clean the blood.
“When did you get this?” You knelt in front of him with the wet cloth and began to gently dab at the injury. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
He shrugged, watching your hands. “I suppose I got it from one of those cultists we battled earlier. But my armor was too dark to see the blood.”
“You didn’t feel it?” you asked.
Astarion laughed humorlessly. “I’ve felt more pain in my life than anyone should ever have to.” Your hands froze at that. He sighed. “I may have felt something slash me, but obviously it wasn’t enough to take me down.”
“Obviously,” you smiled up at him sadly.
He looked back at you fondly and brushed his fingers across your cheekbone. Then he furrowed his brow. “If I’m not mistaken, you know a healing spell or two that could make quick work of this scratch.”
It was hardly a scratch. An injury like this would have downed a weaker man. Or at least made it harder for him to walk. It wasn’t a very deep wound, but you had no doubt that it had been painful.
You felt your cheeks go red. “I do have some healing spells…”
“But…?”
“But… you took such good care of me while I was healing, I feel like I should return the favor.” You looked back up at him shyly.
He was watching you smugly and sitting back on his hands. “Go on then,” he nodded his head towards the salve you were about to spread over the wound.
You pressed your lips into a line and focused on covering the entire injured area tenderly, but effectively. “I can still cast a healing spell if you’d prefer.”
“Oh no, dear,” his laugh was real this time, “I’d much rather experience your soft touches and longing glances than one quick blip from the weave.”
“I always knew you only wanted me for my soft touches and longing glances,” you teased.
“Call me old fashioned,” he shrugged with a smirk.
“Astarion!” you gasped, reaching for the salve and spreading a generous amount on his thigh. “You shouldn’t call yourself old. You don’t look a day over two hundred and fifty!”
“Very funny,” he narrowed his eyes at you. “But I’m not two hundred and fifty!”
You tilted your head, concealing a smile. “You’re not? My apologies.”
“And to think I was going to allow you to have sex with me tonight.” He sat up and crossed his arms. “Pity. Your loss.”
As an act of rebellion, you reached forward and squeezed his cock through his underwear. Astarion let out a pathetic whine and his entire body tensed.
He looked at you and furrowed his brow. “Warn a man, would you?”
“Sorry,” you said genuinely, hiding behind an awkward smile.
He bounced his left leg, bringing your attention back to the wound. “Now hurry up and wrap my damn leg.”
You nodded and began to wind the bandages you’d collected around his thigh. “Is this tight enough?” you asked after a few wraps.
Astarion nodded, once again watching your hands. “Yes, darling. You make a marvelous nursemaid.”
Your eyes wandered as you continued to wrap the wound. His thighs were more muscular than you’d ever noticed. Being this up close and personal with them made you appreciate just how powerful he was. You’d never admit that to him, lest it go to his head, but in these past weeks since you’d met him, all the running, and fighting, and crouching in preparation to strike enemies, had really paid off.
Hesitantly, you leaned forward and kissed the tender skin on the inside of his thigh.
He inhaled shakily in response. “Easy,” he said on an equally shaky exhale.
Slowly, you placed another kiss inside his thigh, higher this time, all the while still wrapping his wound. You watched his face intently.
He was focused completely on you, his pupils blown wide.
You kissed him again, even higher. “Does that feel nice?” you asked.
“Don’t be si-illy,” he rolled his eyes but his voice caught when you kissed him again. “Of course it feels nice.”
“Good,” you smiled and licked a stripe from the middle of his thigh, up to the top, bringing your face dangerously close to his bulge. You were pretty sure you saw it twitch.
Astarion shuddered. “Gods above…”
You tucked the bandage into itself and tugged it a little to make sure it was sturdy. When you were satisfied, you stood up fully and wrapped your arms around Astarion’s neck.
“There,” you said quietly, stepping between his legs. You watched his mouth before finding his eyes again. “All better.”
Astarion nodded wordlessly, watching your mouth in turn.
“Tell me next time you’re hurt,” you leaned your forehead against his.
“Careful what you wish for, darling,” he purred. “I may willingly step in front of an arrow if it means I get to have your attention all to myself.” He went to kiss you but you pulled back with a laugh.
“As if you don’t always have my attention.”
He smiled and shrugged. “Sometimes you speak to the others.” He pouted, adding, “It’s awful.”
You mirrored his pout. “Poor thing.”
He pulled you closer by the hips and kissed your clothed stomach. “Enough stalling,” he reached for the hem of your shirt. “I’ve waited long enough to have you again.”
When he went to pull your shirt up, you halted his wrists. He looked up at you curiously.
“What’s the matter, my sweet?”
You took a step back and fiddled with the hem of your shirt. “It’s nothing.”
Astarion raised an eyebrow at you. “Somehow, I don’t believe that.”
You exhaled through your nose. “It’s just that… well… I know you’ve seen every part of me-”
“Yes.”
“-and that you liked what you saw.”
“Oh, yes.”
“But now…” you waved your hands through the air, trying to say what you wanted to say without sounding stupid. “Now I’ve got this scar.” You held a hand to the wound on your right side.
It had been a few days now that you’d gone without wrapping the injury. The skin had healed and no longer bled, now it was just a matter of stretching and continuing to let your body heal itself. But it also meant that you saw the remnants of your near death experience every time you looked down. Not to mention the twin wound on your back. You didn’t like seeing the scar, which honestly could have been much more gruesome, but it only served as a reminder of how badly you’d messed up that day. You hated remembering the terrified look on Astarion’s face when he cradled you on the battlefield, or the way he held you close as he ran for help. The whole thing was just… ugly.
And yet, Astarion laughed.
“You seem to forget who you’re talking to, darling.”
You scrunched your nose at him. “Your scars are a horrible reminder of everything you’ve gone through at the hands of that horrible man. Mine are from a mistake I made that scared the hells out of the person I l- care for the most. You’re a survivor, I’m just… a problem.”
“Dearest, you’re someone who also survived.” Astarion stood from the bed.
You avoided his gaze. “But it’s my fault it happened in the first place. You didn’t sign up for this.” You gestured to your torso and rested a hand over where the scar was hidden under your shirt.
“No,” he said softly, bending to kiss your neck. “But you’re someone who I’ll choose again and again, regardless of some trivial blemish.”
You froze and watched him pull away, noting that soft look in his eye that you loved so much. “Really?”
He rolled his eyes and placed his hands on the hem of your shirt again. “May I?”
You twisted the ring on your pinky to distract yourself. “Okay.”
Astarion bent to kiss your lips softly, then carefully pulled the shirt over your head.
The scar cut diagonally across your appendix region, pink and shining ever so slightly in the candle light.
“Do you know why I love this scar?” Astarion sank to his knees before you, never breaking eye contact with you.
Your breath caught in your throat. Instead of making some sort of snarky remark about what he’d just said as a means of deflection, you merely shook your head.
“I love this scar-” he leaned forward to kiss the tender skin, “-because, like your heartbeat, it means you're still here.” He kissed across your stomach. “With me.” He took your hand and fiddled with the ring on your finger. “Mine.” He looked up at you smugly.
You let out a breathy laugh. “You’re going to be insufferable about that, aren’t you?”
“Absolutely,” he said, narrowing his eyes seductively and standing up to kiss your mouth again.
You whimpered lamely when he slid his tongue into your mouth and turned to push you gently onto the bed. Once you were comfortably lying among the pillows, he climbed on top of you again and continued kissing you slowly.
“Are you okay?” he asked against your lips.
“Uh huh,” you exhaled, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Good,” he whispered, and rolled his hips against your pelvis, reminding you of his desire.
You tangled your leg around his. “Astarion…” you sighed.
He was kissing across your jaw, rolling his hips slowly. “Yes, sweet girl?”
“I want to try something,” you placed a hand on his chest to gently signal for him to stop his kisses.
“Oh?” he smirked. “Feeling experimental, are we?”
You nodded shyly, then pushed lightly on his shoulder to get him to pull away from you. “Take my spot,” you said, sitting up and gesturing for him to lie down where you had just been.
“What are you planning?” he asked with a smile and obediently took your place at the head of the bed. “Riding me again? Bondage of some kind? Or perhaps something you read in one of Shadowheart’s cheap paperbacks?”
You sat back on your knees between his legs. “I told you that you took such good care of me when I was hurt,” you rubbed your hands up and down his thighs, careful to avoid his wrapped cut, “now it’s my turn to take care of you.”
Astarion raised an eyebrow. “Is it, now? And I’m assuming this doesn’t involve wrapping some other wound I haven’t noticed.”
You shook your head. “Do you trust me?”
He let out an amused breath through his nose. “Of course I do.” Then he added, “But don’t make me regret it.”
You grinned at him and marveled at the way he watched you, so open and unafraid. It made your heart soar. You cleared your throat.
“I’ll need your help,” you dipped your head bashfully.
“Anything,” he said, not taking his eyes off your face.
You leaned forward and kissed his clothed cock.
“Ohhh,” he sighed blissfully. “You’re very sweet, darling, but you don’t have to-”
“I want to,” you said, kissing him again.
Astarion closed his eyes and arched his back a little, chasing the warmth your lips left behind. When he opened his eyes, he looked almost embarrassed by the neediness his hips had given away.
“Please,” you said softly. “I want nothing more than to take care of you, my love.”
He remained silent as he considered your offer.
“Show me how,” you hooked your fingers under the waistband of his underwear and felt him shiver beneath you.
Then you watched the mask go up with a seductive arch of his eyebrow. “Yes, I suppose we can give it a try,” Astarion said, his voice airy and detached.
You immediately crawled up the bed to hover over his face. He looked back at you with a alluring smirk. “Hey,” you said, kissing the corner of his mouth. “It’s me.” You brushed his cheek with the back of your knuckles. “You’re safe.”
Astarion stared at you before shaking his head mildly and smiling. “I know,” he said. “I want this.”
You bent and kissed him deeply, reaching a hand up to massage the tip of his left ear.
He moaned quietly and you felt his hips bump yours, seeking friction. “Please,” he whispered.
You gave him a sideways smile before shimmying back down his body and hooking your fingers under his waistband again.
“Wait,” he interrupted.
You paused. “What’s wrong?”
He pouted - something you realized he did quite a lot, now that you thought about it. “I miss your breasts.”
You snorted and crawled up to him once more. “Would you care to do the honors?” You hovered above him, low enough that he could reach behind your back and undo the clasps of your bra.
“More than anything,” he murmured. Almost as soon as he answered was the clothing off your body and on the floor next to the bed. He sat up a little and took one of your nipples into his mouth.
“Hey!” you laughed and pushed him away. “Bad.” You pointed a scolding finger at him. “I’m supposed to be pleasuring you.”
Astarion smiled, half lidded. “Apologies, darling. You’re too delicious, and I’ve missed your taste.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you deflected and tried once more to travel down his hips. “Is this okay?” you asked, once more hooking your fingers under his waistband.
“Yes, my sweet.” His voice was soft and genuine, with the slightest twinge of eagerness.
You nodded and pulled at his undergarments, working them down his hips and onto the floor next to you. When his cock emerged, it was red and swollen, leaking precum at the tip. You tried not to look intimidated by this new, somewhat daunting task that laid before you, but Astarion saw your expression and laughed.
“Is it as pretty as you remembered?” he asked, barely containing his mirth.
“Gorgeous,” you teased. “Now tell me what to do.”
He laughed again. “Well, when I was pleasuring another man, I’d start with my hands. They usually enjoyed that.”
You tilted your head to the side. “But is that what you like to start with?”
“I-” he paused. “A good question. I was rarely on this end of things. But… Yes, I do enjoy your hands on me. You’re warm. And you moisturize.”
Now you laughed. “Glad you noticed.”
“You’re wonderfully soft, my dear,” he confirmed. “Now… do you remember what I’ve shown you before?”
“Yes,” you said and reached forward, taking his shaft into your hand and squeezing slightly.
“Ah,” Astarion shut his eyes and smiled. “Good.”
You moved your hand upwards towards the head and twisted, gathering some of his precum and spreading it down his length as you brought your hand back down.
“That’s it,” he said softly, his eyes still closed. “The tip is particularly sensitive.”
You nodded, not that he could see you, and raised your hand up again to swipe your thumb over his slit.
“Oh, yes, that feels amazing,” he opened his eyes to watch you with a lopsided grin. “May I show you something?”
“Please,” you said, pulling your hand away.
“No no,” he shook his head and lifted himself up with one arm. “Give me your hand,” he held his out and you allowed him to guide you back towards his cock. “Right here,” he said, leading your hand to the underside of the head where it connected with his shaft, “feels marvelous when you stroke it gently. Like this.” He took your thumb and ran it over the skin lightly, back and forth. He exhaled, blowing cool air into your face before lying back down. “Just like that,” he sighed, his voice gravelly.
Feeling brave, you kept lightly stroking the area and spat into your free hand before wrapping it around his length and pumping up and down.
Astarion inhaled sharply at the sensation. “I see you’re not completely in the- ah- the dark.”
You smiled. “I may have been reading some of Shadowheart’s cheap paperbacks, yes.”
He laughed airly. “You’re adorable.”
“Am I?” you asked mischievously before repositioning yourself between his legs so that you were now lying on your stomach, your hands never stopping their motions. You leaned forward and replaced the hand at his tip with your tongue, swiping back and forth repeatedly. He tasted of salt and sweat and something that you’d describe as distinctly Astarion.
His body jerked involuntarily. “Why you…” He leaned up to look at you and noted the glee in your eyes. “Cheeky,” he chuckled.
You kissed the tip of his cock and licked at his slit, which was still weeping precum.
“Unf,” Astarion whined.
You hummed lightly. “Does that feel good?” Your left hand was still pumping up and down, and you bent to kiss the underside of his cock.
“Yes,” he sighed, reaching forward to twist a hand into your hair. “But darling,” he squeezed his eyes shut, “I may need more.”
“Would you like my mouth?” you asked bluntly.
He eyed you curiously. “Do you really want to?”
You rolled your eyes and licked his slit again. “No, clearly not.”
Astarion laughed shakily. “Then, if you’re offering, there’s nothing I’d like more than your mouth.”
“Good,” you smiled. “You’ll have to help me. There’s only so much a paperback can teach you.”
“I don’t know, what you were doing felt pretty good,” he smiled.
“I’m being serious,” you said. “I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”
“How sweet,” he twisted his hand more tightly into your hair. “Of course I’ll help, sweet girl.”
You turned your head towards his hand in your hair and kissed his wrist. “What first?”
“First,” he said, “you need to relax. Let go of the tension in your shoulders.”
“Okay,” you nodded and focused on relaxing your muscles. “I just want to get this right.”
“And you will, pet, but I can promise you that this will be much more enjoyable for both of us if you’re out of your own head.”
You scoffed. “Me? Thinking too much? How dare you.”
“Mmm,” Astarion hummed teasingly. “My mistake.” He took in your eager expression and chuckled again. “Rather than trying to fit me in your mouth all in one go, I find that it’s quite useful to tease first. Like what you were just doing with your kissing and licking. That feels remarkable.”
“Kissing and licking,” you repeated. “Got it.”
“And then,” he continued, “when you think you’re ready, you can slowly start taking me into your mouth. But be wary of your teeth and choking.” He thought for a moment before adding “And pay attention to me.”
“Is that not what this is?”
He gave you a mildly annoyed, but unsurprised look. “Yes, clearly. I mean, listen to your partner. Their voice and body will usually give away if they’re feeling good and what they like best.”
“Kiss, lick, mouth, careful of choking, listen to you. I think I can do that.”
“Teeth, darling,” he said, flashing his fangs, “don’t forget to mind the teeth.”
“You never do,” you teased.
He smiled, but you observed some hesitation in his face. “Really, darling, you don’t have to-”
“Shush,” you said, sitting up on your knees and leaning forward to kiss his mouth. “I want to do this. You deserve to be taken care of for once.”
His eyes were nothing but fond when he bent upwards to kiss you. “Alright,” he murmured.
“Tell me if anything feels bad,” you said, repositioning yourself between his legs. “So help me gods, I’m going to make you come tonight.”
Astarion laughed. “I believe in you, darling.”
You kissed his tip again and returned your hand to pumping his shaft once again.
“Yes,” Astarion breathed, “hands are good too.”
Boldly, you started licking long, languid strokes with the flat of your tongue up and down the head of his cock.
Astarion’s hips jerked involuntarily. “Very good,” he groaned.
You planted a kiss where your tongue had just been, then removed your hand to lick a stripe from the base of his length up to the top. You blew softly on the saliva left behind and smiled when his thighs tensed and heard his breath catch in his throat. He sighed out your name, a blissful look on his face. You alternated between kissing and licking and paid close attention to areas that had Astarion bucking his hips, or biting his lip, or moaning softly.
His hands tightened in your hair when you licked a particularly sensitive spot. “Gods,” he focused his eyes on you, “you’re wonderful.”
You kissed him once more before saying, “I’m going to try taking you now.”
Astarion’s breath caught again, this time with anticipation. “Go slow, darling. There’s no rush.”
“Don’t you have dinner plans?” you deflected with a joke, trying not to get too in your head before taking him into your mouth.
Astarion groaned. “You are my dinner plans, you rotten woman.”
“We should stop talking now.”
“Agreed.”
You took a deep breath to slow your heart rate, which had Astarion chuckling again.
“Honestly darling, if this is too much-”
Before he could finish, you wrapped your mouth around the head of his cock and swirled your tongue in a circular motion, causing him to gasp loudly and arch his back in surprise. You giggled at his reaction, the vibration of your voice further causing him to clutch at the sheets beneath him.
“Oh…” he breathed. “More of that, please.”
You did as instructed and added your hand to pump up and down his length. He let out a small cry of pleasure in response. You gave an experimental suck and were delighted to be met with an even louder cry of pleasure.
“Darling,” he moaned, “you’re a natural.”
You hummed a “thank you” and lowered your head, attempting to take more of him into your mouth.
“Ah,” Astarion squeaked. “So warm.”
Your hand continued to work the base of his cock while you took even more of him, experimenting with your limit. When he bumped against the back of your throat, you felt yourself gag, and pulled back.
“No,” Astarion whined, “come back…”
“Sorry,” you wiped your eyes to rid yourself of the tears that had involuntarily gathered at the corners.
He watched your hand, still pumping up and down. “Don’t apologize, dear, just come back to me.”
You studied his face, which was relaxed, save for the mild distress caused by your mouth leaving him. “You’re enjoying it?”
“Can’t you tell?” He took your chin in his hand and smiled fondly. “I think you know me well enough by now to know if I was faking it.”
You nuzzled his hand. “I would hope so.”
“Please darling,” he whispered, “you’re doing so well. Give it another go.”
You smiled, thrilled that you were able to do this for him and that he was actually enjoying himself. “Any tips for gagging?”
He brushed his thumb over your bottom lip. “Well if you’re nervous that I don’t like it, throw that thought away. The sensation of your throat constricting is heavenly.”
“Good to know,” you nodded.
“But if you don’t like the sensation, I’ve read that squeezing your left thumb can help reduce your gag reflex. And it’s worked for me when I’ve tried it.” He held up his left hand and demonstrated wrapping his other four fingers around his thumb. You swapped your left hand, which was still slowly stroking him, with your right hand, and mirrored the motion. He nodded. “That’s it.”
“Okay,” you said with a newfound confidence. You dipped your head back down and kissed the head of his cock again before taking him back into your mouth gradually.
Astarion threw his head back, a fangy smile gracing his features. “Ahh…” he exhaled.
You felt him twitch in your mouth and giggled. The vibration of that once again had Astarion humming pleasantly. Rather than seeing how far you could take him this time, you took a decent amount before lifting back up and bobbing back down. You repeated this a few times, trying to take more of him with each bob of your head.
Astarion twisted a hand into your hair again and whined out your name. “So good… so good for me.”
When his tip bumped the back of your throat this time, you squeezed your thumb and found yourself not as rattled this time. Emboldened, you started taking even more of him, despite the tears gathering in your eyes.
“Oh gods,” he whimpered when you let your right hand move downwards to start fondling his balls lightly.
You hummed again before popping off of him to catch your breath. Astarion’s chest was rising and falling heavily, and the smile on his face was nothing short of euphoric.
“You better not stop,” he said through a laugh.
“Those of us still living actually need to breathe, sorry,” you licked along his shaft again before returning to bobbing up and down, with him down your throat. You swallowed involuntarily, which had him whimpering again and bucking his hips deeper.
“Ah,” he moaned quietly. “You feel perfect. I could have you like this forever.”
You hummed an affirmation, making his hips twitch again.
“Don’t you…” his breathing was still labored, despite his lack of breath, “Don’t you dare make a… snide remark about being together… forever.”
“Mmm,” you said, sounding an awful lot like “Aww.” You pulled back up and swirled your tongue around the head again.
“Oh…” he moaned again. “You’ll have to… show me… the paperbacks you’ve been reading.”
You gave him a thumbs up with the hand that wasn’t currently fondling his balls and brought it back down to slide it up and down his thigh softly. Goosebumps emerged on his skin and he inhaled sharply.
“I’m close, darling girl,” he brushed his hand through your hair encouragingly before fisting it tightly again. “Keep going.”
You could feel with your tongue as you bobbed back down that he was more rigid now than when you’d begun. He was also twitching more frequently and bucking his hips to chase after your mouth.
He ran his free hand through his hair. “Where shall I-?”
You gave him a brutal suck before popping off with a filthy sound. “Not sure I’m ready to swallow yet,” you admitted shyly, despite a string of drool connecting you to him. Your right hand was back to twisting around his length.
He loosed a breathy laugh. “Understandable.”
“I suppose on my chest?”
He laughed again. “You- ah- suppose?”
“I don’t know!” you exclaimed. “Is that sexy? I’ve never been cum on before.”
He smiled fondly and thumbed over your lip again. “You’re always sexy, pet.”
“Liar,” you laughed, “you’ve seen me drool in my sleep.”
“And what a sexy drooler you are,” he teased.
You scowled. “Ew, don’t say that.”
He groaned, but not at your remark. “Really darling, I can’t hold on much longer.”
“Right,” you said, “chest it is.” You returned your mouth to his cock, kissing it sloppily before taking him back into your mouth as much as you could.
You decided to start humming “Bard Song” while moving up and down, a callback to the night of the tiefling party, when he’d hummed an offkey version for you.
“Ohh, please,” he whimpered pathetically at the humming sensation mixed with your hands on his shaft and thigh, “please.”
You took that as encouragement to hum a bit louder.
“More,” Astarion whined, “faster.”
You squeezed your hand around his length a bit harder and started increasing your speed. He, in turn, was letting out louder, less censored moans.
“Good,” he breathed, “such a good girl.” His hips began bucking wildly and you did your best to remain where you were. “I’m going to- ah- darling,” his eyes rolled back before he shut them and reached to tap your shoulder, signaling for you to stop.
You pulled back to hover over him and watched as he began stroking himself furiously. Wanting to spur him on even more, you began massaging the tips of his ears, which had him calling out your name before spilling all over your chest and his abdomen.
The sensation was sticky and warm, and you were surprised by just how much of it there was. Normally you’d try to avoid a mess like this, but seeing the intense focus turned to pure bliss on Astarion’s face made it all worth it.
He opened his eyes and gave you the most radiant smile you’d ever seen. “Oh, darling,” he sat up and kissed your mouth fiercely, “that was incredible.”
“I’m glad it was to your liking,” you smiled against his lips and kissed him again. He pulled you closer, making your chest press against his. “Oh!” you yelped, pulling back and observing how his cum on your chest had transferred onto his chest.
Astarion brought a hand up to his face and swiped it down his features as he laughed. “Not the worst thing I’ve been covered in.”
“I will not be asking you to elaborate,” you said.
“Nor would I want you to.” He sat up a little. “Let’s get you cleaned up, beautiful.”
“No, no, no,” you held a gentle hand to his chest and made him lie back down. “Allow me.” You rolled off of him and walked over to the wash basin in the corner.
Astarion sat back up to watch you. “Well,” he said airily, “one could get used to this sort of service.”
You found a clean cloth and wet it thoroughly. “Get used to it, pretty boy,” you walked back over to him, “you’re not in this alone anymore.”
“I suppose I’m not,” he chuckled.
You began to wipe Astarion down, ridding his chest of any unwanted substance before moving down to his stomach. You gasped when you felt him lean forward and lick your chest. “What are you doing?”
“Just helping to expedite the process.” He smirked at you. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“How kind,” you said, pushing him back. “Um… did you want me to do that to you?”
Astarion blinked a few times. “Oh, no, certainly not. I mean, unless you want to!” He searched your eyes, but you scrunched your nose a little at the thought. “Yes,” he chuckled, “I find the process to be rather… I don’t know… It’s not my favorite thing. Much too salty.”
“Then… why are you doing it now?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted, watching your hands clean off his stomach with the cloth, “other men liked it when I put on a bit of a show when it came to cum.”
“Well, I’m not other men.” you said, dramatically gripping your breasts firmly in both hands, then regretting it when they came away sticky.
He laughed. “Let me help you, dear.”
You allowed him to take the cloth from you and observed him thoughtfully. “Just so you know, you never have to put on a show for me.”
He met your eye, looking at a loss for words.
“I mean,” you said quickly, “you can if you want to, but you never have to. I like you, and it’s not because of how great you are at sex.”
“Ah,” he nodded, “so you finally admit it.”
“Shut up,” you slapped his bicep gently. “You know what I mean.”
He sighed and looked at you fondly. “What ever did I do to deserve a sweetheart like you?”
“You’ve always deserved this kind of care,” you said, brushing your thumb across his cheekbone. “I’m just sorry it took so long for me to find you.”
He pressed his forehead to yours and spoke softly. “You really took your time, didn’t you? Selfish.”
You snorted and pushed him away, a devilish grin on his face. “That’s a new one, by the way,” you smiled. “‘Sweetheart.’”
He began to wipe your stomach clean, paying extra delicate attention to the area around your scar. “Like that one? There’s plenty more in the arsenal. Let’s see…” He bent and kissed your neck. “Sweetheart… sweetie… sweetness…”
“I’m sensing a theme here,” you laughed, running your fingers through his hair.
“You’re delicious,” he murmured next to your ear before biting it gently.
“Oh, you haven’t eaten!” you exclaimed, suddenly remembering that you’d asked him to bite you earlier.
Astarion nuzzled your neck with his nose before pulling back. “Relax, darling. I haven’t forgotten. But you have, it would seem.”
“What do you mean?”
Satisfied with how clean the both of you were now, Astarion threw the cloth back towards the washbasin. “I mean,” he brought his face close to yours, “don’t you remember when I said I wanted to taste you?”
I’d rather taste you while I’m inside of you.
Right.
“Still?” you asked.
He nodded.
“But…” you furrowed your brow. “If this is about feeling like you owe me, cut it out. That’s not how it works anymore.”
Astarion whined. “Darling, this is the first night I’ve been in a proper bed in months. This isn’t about payment, this is about allowing my to finally fuck you properly.”
You were taken aback by that. “So… what were all those other times?”
Astarion quirked his mouth to the side. “Well, those were still me fucking you but… in the woods.”
You snorted. “You’re an idiot.”
He crashed his lips into yours desperately. “Please,” he moaned. “I need to feel you again.”
“Are you,” you smirked, “begging?”
“Darling, if I was begging, you’d know.”
“And if I say no?”
“I won’t beg,” he said, looking down his nose at you. “But don’t say no.”
You rolled your eyes fondly. “Okay, tough guy. If you’re still up for it, then so am I.”
“Excellent,” Astarion placed his hands on your cheeks and kissed you fiercely before flipping you onto your back. He hovered above you, still kissing you deeply, and you felt his hands reach for the waistband of your pants. He hummed into your mouth by way of asking permission, and you hummed back an affirmation. He pulled away and undid the ties on the front before pulling both your pants and underwear down at the same time.
“You are fast,” you remarked.
“Practice, darling,” he said before crawling on top of you and kissing you again.
“Are you even,” you said between kisses, “ready for another round?” You looked down and saw that he was already getting hard again.
“I’ve missed you,” he shrugged and kissed your throat. “It’s impossible for me to not want you right now.”
“Oh,” you said, genuinely flattered. “I’ve missed you too, my love.”
He moaned against your throat and rolled his hips against yours. “Say that again.”
“‘I’ve missed you?’”
He clicked his tongue. “Well, obviously,” he rolled his eyes. “No, the other thing.”
“‘My love?’” The phrase was met with another roll of Astarion’s hips.
“Yes,” he whispered. “I’m yours,” he reached for your hand, which still had the ring on, and twisted it. “And you’re mine.”
“Yes, my love,” you sighed, wrapping your leg around his hip to pull him closer, “I’m yours.”
“My beautiful girl,” he bumped his nose against yours affectionately.
You gasped in surprise when you felt him slide his fingers through your folds.
“You did miss me,” he teased. “Shall I help you feel good, darling?”
“Please,” you breathed, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He continued to slide his fingers between your legs, spreading your slick and preparing you to take him. “No funny business tonight,” he said. “No new positions or experimental moves. I just want to feel you around me.”
“I can agree to those- ah- terms.” You stuttered when his thumb began circling your clit. “Whatever you want.”
He looked at you with an overwhelming fondness before kissing you sweetly. “Thank you, darling.”
It was then that he stuck a finger into your core slowly and you gasped, tightening your arms around his shoulders and squeezing your eyes shut.
“Shh, shh, shh,” he cooed, “I’m preparing you to take me, my sweet. You’re going to do so well.” He began to pump the finger in and out of you slowly, curling it just so. When your body relaxed, he picked up the pace. “There now,” he said, “you’re doing so well already.”
You nodded and watched his hand move between your legs. “You can go faster.”
Astarion smiled and picked up the pace on his pumping and circling your clit. You tensed in pleasure.
“I’m going to add another,” he said, looking you in the eye. “Ready?”
“Yes,” you nodded and tightened your grip on him once again when he inserted the second finger slowly.
“Okay?” he asked, making sure you were alright.
“Careful,” you said, causing him to halt his motions, “you’re being awfully nice to me.”
“Don’t ruin this,” he said flatly, and pumped his fingers into your core harshly.
“Ah!” you exclaimed with a laugh. “Sorry, sorry!”
He leaned forward and kissed your mouth again. “You’re forgiven.” When he pulled back, he scowled. “For now.”
You laughed. “How generous.”
His fingers suddenly brushed against the spongy spot inside of you and you keened.
“There,” you moaned. “That felt amazing.”
“Good,” Astarion smirked and focused his attention on hitting that spot over and over with some force, all the while circling your clit.
That familiar tightening in your stomach started to make itself known, and you moved one of your hands to grip Astarion’s curls. “I’m close,” you said.
“Very good,” he purred and increased the pace of his hand once more. His other hand came up to tangle into your hair and he started kissing you deeply.
Your hips rolled against his hand, chasing even more friction. “Astarion,” you whined.
“Come for me, darling,” he murmured next to your ear. “You can do it. You made me feel so divine earlier, I know you can come for me too.”
“Keep talking,” you said, squeezing your eyes shut and willing your climax to overtake you.
He chuckled lowly. “It’s been so hard keeping my hands off you while you were healing this last tenday, sweet girl. All I wanted to do was rip your clothes off, and get my mouth on you, and touch you everywhere.” You whined and bucked your hips. “I adore you, precious thing. I promise I’ll protect you from now on. So that I’ll never have to hold back again.”
The words, combined with the brutal pace of his fingers and thumb hurdled you over the edge and into your climax, which had you calling out for Astarion and gripping onto his back.
“I’m here,” he cooed. “You’re so beautiful when you let go.”
As you came back down and caught your breath, you smiled at him. “I missed that.”
Astarion scoffed lightheartedly. “And here I thought you liked me for more than how fantastic I am at sex.”
“I lied,” you teased.
“Oof,” Astarion held a hand to his heart. “If my heart were beating, surely it would break.”
You sat up and kissed him swiftly. “I adore you too, dummy.”
“I know,” he said pompously and you reached behind you and whacked him in the side of the head with a pillow. “Ow!” he exclaimed, and you laughed at the way his hair became disheveled. “Come here, you,” he growled, pinning you back on the bed and kissing you deeply once more. He ground his hips against yours, allowing you to feel how hard he had become.
He pulled back and looked into your eyes with unrestrained desire. You looked down and saw him aligning himself at your entrance.
“Ready?” he asked sincerely.
“Please,” you rested your forehead against his.
He pressed into you slowly, making you inhale sharply before you relaxed into the sensation. Astarion, meanwhile, appeared to be struggling. He’d paused, and his eyes were shut tight.
“Are you alright?” you asked, caressing his hair and brushing against the back of his ear.
“Huh?” He opened his eyes with a start, then smiled down at you seductively. “Oh, yes darling, why wouldn’t I be?”
You pursed your lips. “We can stop if something is wrong.”
“No!” Astarion’s eyes widened. “No, that’s not necessary. I’m just… overwhelmed, I think.”
“By…?”
He rolled his hips slowly and closed his eyes again. “You feel so good. It’s been too long. And I’m still not used to… this.” He opened his eyes and used his chin to gesture towards you.
“What, my excellent breasts?” you deflected, feeling scrutinized under his gaze.
“While, yes, they are excellent,” he reached forward and squeezed your left breast for good measure, “you know that’s not what I meant.”
“Yeah, I know,” you said quietly. “But what exactly… did you mean?”
He sighed. “I’m still figuring that out. It’s never felt this way before and I… forgot.” He rolled his hips again and your eyes fluttered closed.
“F-forgot?”
“How good this can feel. How good you feel.” He reached for your hands and tangled your fingers together with his on either side of your head. “We’re going to go extra slow tonight. I want to savor this.” He kissed you, his tongue sliding into your mouth before he started thrusting his hips at a leisurely pace.
You moaned into his mouth. “Take your time.”
“I plan to,” he said, caressing one of your thumbs with his own.
The two of you remained like that for a few quiet moments, the only sounds being your hitched breaths and skin slapping against skin.
“Mmm,” you hummed, a pleased smile on your face. “This is nice.”
“This is nice,” Astarion agreed, biting your ear gently.
You sighed dreamily. “What would you usually talk to your… um… previous partners about? During sex?”
He pulled away from your ear and furrowed his brow. “Must we talk about others at a time like this?” He wet his thumb in his mouth sensually, and brought it down to your clit.
You gasped and arched your back. “Of- of course not. I just like hearing your thoughts.”
Astarion smirked and leaned forward again to kiss your jaw. “Couldn’t you use the tadpole for that?”
You wrapped a leg around his waist. “I- ah- I guess. But it feels wrong to do that without your permission.”
He growled against your throat and thrust into you harshly. “You always know just what to say.”
You laughed. “Liar.”
He thrust into you again. “Normally I was just trying to make the other person reach the finish line, so to speak. I’d say or do whatever was necessary to get them there.”
“And you?”
“Oh, perish the thought. My needs were never at the forefront.”
“My love…” you whined.
“People are much more willing to follow you around after you’ve brought them to the peak of pleasure.” He laughed a little. “Kind of like how you won’t stop following me around.”
You scoffed with a smile. “Do not compare me to someone you had to sleep with. And you’re the one who begged to be inside of me earlier. Not to mention when I had you in my mouth.”
Astarion thrust into you again forcibly. “I did not beg.” He thrust once more, changing the direction of his circles on your clit with his thumb. “Although I’m fairly certain I could get you to beg.” He flashed his fangs at you.
“Oh, please,” you said on an eyeroll.
“And there we have it,” he smirked. “I win.”
“That was not me begging.”
“I heard a ‘please,’ didn’t I?”
“I loathe you,” you said, throwing your arms around his shoulders and pulling him down for a kiss.
“I’m a magnificent bastard, aren’t I?” he took your other thigh and hiked it around his waist, making you lock your feet together. “Oh,” he moaned loudly, “I never want to leave this room.”
“We-”
He pressed a finger to your lips. “Do not list our many incomplete tasks right now, I beg of you, my darling.”
“You what?”
“I beg- oh shut up.” He withdrew himself from your cunt and slammed himself back in, coaxing a gleeful moan out of your throat. “Can’t you say anything sexy?”
“Hmm…” you thought aloud, closing your eyes when he began kissing your jaw again. “Sometimes, when I see how beautiful you are, I’m just dumbfounded.”
He chuckled. “Me too.”
“But I love talking to you, more than anything.”
“This isn’t really the kind of ‘sexy’ I had in mind, but do go on.”
“Even now, as you’re finally fucking me on a bed, I’m just as thrilled to hear your voice.”
Astarion gave you a questioning look. “High praise from a bard.”
You kissed his bare shoulder. “You’re not trying to impress me, you're just… here with me. As Astarion.”
That made him pause for a moment. “Oh, believe me, dear, Astarion is trying very hard to impress you right now.” He rolled his hips at a slightly different angle, hiking you up closer to him.
“Well- ah- it’s working. Great job.” You leaned up to kiss him and he chased your lips as you laid back in the pillows. He continued kissing all over your face and down your neck. He paused when his nose bumped the base of your throat.
“Darling?”
An unspoken question.
“Hungry?”
He nodded against your skin, searching for a good spot to strike.
“Take what you need,” you whispered. “It’s yours.”
“Thank you.” You heard him inhale before the piercing coldness of his bite entered your veins. Your entire body tensed before you were overcome with the familiar pleasant numbness.
“Oh, Astarion,” you groaned, raking your fingers through his hair.
You could feel how slowly he was drinking from you, almost in time with how slowly he was still thrusting into you. He kept letting out tiny whimpers of delight, excited to finally taste you again.
“You’re heavenly,” he said, pulling back momentarily as if to catch his breath. “I almost forgot how much I love your flavor. So sophisticated and sweet.” He dove in again, first licking the wound before biting down and continuing to drink.
“Take as much as you like,” you sighed, bucking your hips when his thrusts started to pick up some speed. “Just don’t kill me.”
He chuckled against your throat but didn’t let up. He resumed letting out little noises of pleasure, and brought one of his hands up to paw at your breast. The other was cradling the back of your head affectionately.
You could feel his cock growing steadily more rigid within you, the more Astarion drank. His speed was also steadily increasing, with thrusts becoming much more frequent than the slow passionate movements they’d been at the start of the encounter.
“Astarion,” you whined, feeling yourself become more lightheaded than his usual feedings.
“Mmf,” he said articulately before pulling back from your throat and licking the wounds to soothe the mild pain and clean excess drops of blood. When you could see his face once more, the tips of his ears were dusted a light shade of pink, and you swore there was more color in his face. His radiant smile was back, and he looked at you as if you were the sun itself.
“As good as you remember?” you asked, laughing lightly at his expression.
“Better,” he said, surging forward to kiss you. You welcomed the coppery tang of your blood on his tongue happily. “Now, if you don’t mind, a reward.”
“Hey-” you warned.
“I want to,” he insisted. “Besides, it’s not just for you.” He laughed. “Can you imagine? How selfish are you?”
You rolled your eyes. “Let’s see it then.”
He smirked and moved over to your ear, murmuring, “I’m going to make you come again, sweetheart.” He pulled away, looking proud of himself. “That name works in a few ways actually. Because your blood is sweet, and it comes from your heart. And because it’s quite an endearing nickname.”
You nodded. “We’ll work on your tight five and get you a slot in the Laff Riot at the Elfsong once we’re back in Baldur’s Gate.”
“Oh, hush you,” he said, quieting you with a kiss. “I feel great,” he smiled down at you, returning his hand to your clit as he continued thrusting into your core. “Don’t ever almost die again.”
“I-” you gasped at a particularly pleasant thrust, “I’ll try.”
“Good girl,” he purred, bringing his forehead to yours. “Tell me, darling, how can I help you?”
“My boobs are feeling pretty neglected, if I’m being honest.” You gave him a sideways smile.
Astarion rolled his eyes. “‘Boobs,’” he mocked. “I suppose I can do that.” He smirked before lowering down to your left breast and teasing your nipple lightly with his teeth. His left hand came up to massage your right breast as his right hand continued to circle your clit. He sucked at the bud of your nipple rather harshly, causing it to pebble in his mouth and his tongue swirled around it greedily.
You arched your back in pleasure and tried pulling him closer with your legs still locked around his middle. He hummed against your skin and turned his attention to your right breast with his mouth.
“You’re so good,” you said wistfully, your eyes closed. “I love this.”
“Ah luff thish too,” he said, licking around your right nipple and making you laugh.
“Keep going,” you said, tapping your foot against Astarion’s bare ass, encouraging him to thrust faster.
He let out an amused breath through his nose before picking up the pace as requested. His thumb on your clit sped up as well.
“Oh gods…” you moaned, digging your nails into his scalp. You could feel yourself getting close again, just a little more and you’d be tumbling over the edge into your climax. “Talk to me,” you said desperately.
Astarion lifted his face from your nipple. “About what?”
“Anything,” you looked at him pleadingly. “Say something sappy.” When he gave you a stupidly seductive look, you amended “And mean it!”
His face immediately fell, but his pace didn’t falter. “I need to think about this for a second.”
You laughed. “You don’t have to, just keep going. I’m close.”
“Is this like when I made you come by telling a joke?”
“I didn’t-” you rolled your eyes. “Yes, it’s exactly like that.”
Astarion nodded dutifully and thought for a moment. “I could say something about how in these accursed shadow lands, you are my light?”
You were squeezing your eyes tight, trying to reach your peak. “That could work. Ah!” Astarion bit your nipple again lightly.
“Hmm… no, feels too sappy. Oh.” It looked like something dawned on him. He bent forward again to kiss your neck and whined when you pulled lightly at his hair. “Earlier,” he said, sounding out of breath, “when Jaheira likened you to my mate,” he almost spat the word, “I didn’t… entirely hate it.”
You opened your eyes and looked at him. “What?”
He nodded against you. “I like… having you around. And if some old druid likens that to procreating bears or whatever, then so be it.”
You smiled. “That might be one of the sweetest things you’ve ever said to me.”
“So come, gods damn you! I want to come too!”
You laughed. “Kiss me, dummy.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled his face to yours. He moaned into your mouth when your tongue slipped past his lips. “Yours,” you murmured.
Astarion growled, kissing you deeper. “Mine.”
With a few more circles of your clit and another brutal thrust from his hips, you fell into your climax, feeling him coming not far behind. Your cunt pulsed and fluttered around him, sending bursts of pleasure throughout your body. He moaned your name before collapsing on top of you, thoroughly spent.
He smiled at you lazily. “Well darling?”
You blinked at him.
“Performance review? From a humble bard such as yourself.”
You laughed. “The critics at the Baldur’s Gate Gazette will sing your praises for years to come.”
“Outstanding.” He kissed your chest before carefully pulling out of you and getting off the bed.
You watched him walk to the washbasin and wet a fresh cloth before coming back and wiping down the space between your legs.
“Here,” he said, handing you his discarded shirt from earlier.
“Are you sure?” you asked, taking the shirt and watching him wipe himself down with the cloth.
“It smells like you when you sleep in it,” he said earnestly. “But would it kill you to move less in your sleep? You might ruin the neckline.”
“I’m going to purposely stretch it out now,” you joked.
“Menace,” he said, sounding scandalized, before tossing the cloth towards the washbasin and pulling on a pair of loose cotton pants from his backpack.
“Those are new,” you remarked.
He crawled onto the bed and tucked himself into your side. “Now that I’m sleeping on a bed, the protection from the leather against dirt is no longer necessary.”
“How practical,” you said, turning to face him as he pulled the blanket over the both of you. “And where did you find them?”
“I may have stumbled upon them in Gale’s belongings.”
You snorted. “You’re the menace.”
“And you like me so much,” he teased, scrunching his nose at you.
“I do,” you smiled and poked his nose before yawning.
Astarion chuckled. “Did I tire you out, darling?”
“Don’t give yourself too much credit,” you said, “we killed a pretty big spider earlier.”
He snorted. “I believe they’re called driders.”
“Tomayto tomahto,” you closed your eyes and scooted forward to snuggle into his chest.
Astarion hummed a vague agreement and wrapped his arms around you. “Goodnight, my sweet.”
“Sleep well, my love. I hope you had fun tonight.” You didn’t open your eyes and instead bent forward to kiss his bare chest.
He exhaled through his nose. “That I did. Thank you.”
You smiled against his skin before your features relaxed and you drifted off to sleep.
~~~~~
Above your sleeping form, Astarion stared at the wall, unblinking.
A million thoughts were running through his mind, all of them revolving around you.
He’d forgotten how good sex could be. He’d convinced himself that he was okay without it while you were recovering, and for the most part, he was. He was happy, even! Staying by your side all day and simply enjoying your company and silly commentary had been more than enough.
But in that time, he’d forgotten.
He’d forgotten how his feelings for you might interfere and make things… better.
Could it always be like this?
He looked down at you, breathing steadily in his arms, and took your hand in his. He observed the ring on your pinky and twisted it a few times. He took it off of you and slipped it back on a few more times. He brought your hand to his mouth and kissed it repeatedly.
He was in big trouble.
You’d said and done things tonight that made him feel… loved. And he’d basked in it like the sun was still high in the sky.
He’d been mulling over his feelings recently, but not really. Why should he when things were good the way they were?
The problem was that he no longer wanted things to just be good the way they were.
He wanted more.
And he wanted you to feel as loved as he did.
Wait.
Oh no.
He was in love with you.
Fuck!
#astarion#astarion ancunin#baldur's gate 3#bg3#astarion x reader#astarion x you#astarion x female reader#astarion x f!reader#astarion x bard!reader#astarion x inexperienced!reader#astarion x tav#astarion smut#astarion fanfic#soft astarion#baldur's gate 3 fanfic#bg3 fanfic#my writing#mine#beauty and the bard#apologies if i missed any tags/content warnings#UH OH!#will he do anything about it?#probably not#if anything i think he might get weird about this#lol
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Love-Bombing.
Corazón (Rosinante Donquixote) x Female Reader.
I’ve been working on this for a good long while and I wanted to post it not only because I enjoyed writing Corazon’s personality but because I wanted to practice a bittersweet story. Writing dark stories kinda helps me practice and also makes it easier to write them the more I do, even if I shrivel up like a balloon while I do it.
Contains: SOMEWHAT UNCOMFORTABLE THEMES AHEAD! Use of sign language (Headcanon). Corazon is mute for the majority of this fic. An obsessive Corazón. Just about Corazón rushing a wanted relationship. Corazón and Reader are neighbors. Reader just recently moved in. Reader loves to cook. Reader and Corazón having a healthy relationship as neighbors. Corazón rushing their relationship a bit. Law makes an appearance. Mentions of Law being Corazón’s adoptive son. Non-consensual to consensual touching. Corazón breaking into Reader’s home. Dub-Con. Size difference kink. Oral & Fingering. Next part will contain…Y’know. This fic is a very long and also has a bit of time-skipping.
Corazón was sitting in the living room, his fingers softly pulling down the blinds as he stared out of the window observantly. He was paying attention, looking out for something…or rather someone.
A beautiful woman had just moved into the neighborhood a few weeks ago and boy could Corazón have not been more happier.
Ever since this beautiful woman has moved in, he hasn’t done anything else but stare out through his window, waiting for her to step outside for a bit or sit on her porch.
As he watched and waited patiently, the sound of his son’s voice startled him and causes him to gasp out shakily as if he’d just had a heart attack.
“Pops…You keep staring out at her yard…”
Corazón’s eyes widens in shock as he jumps from the sound of Law’s voice behind him, his hand nearly tearing the blinds before he quickly fixed them back up and whipped his head around. He looks down and see’s his adoptive son’s worrisome eyes staring up at him. His arms were crossed as he’d just witnessed and grew disappointed in his adoptive father’s distasteful behavior.
“L-Law!-“
“If you like her so much, why don’t you just talk to her more? It’s weird to just…watch you stare at her porch all day…” Law asked, patting him on the back while Corazón sighs out nervously. Corazón pouted and looked away before pulling his turtleneck up a bit more in slight shame.
“I’m a bit nervous to speak to her. She did just move into the neighborhood…Maybe she doesn’t want to be bothered…or pestered by my persistence..” Corazón admitted, asking himself if you’d be annoyed by his behavior. Law huffs out irritably and scratched at his raven strands before patting at his father’s back.
“I’m sure she’d be happy to talk to you since she’s new around here. It wouldn’t hurt to try and speak to her a bit more…” Law sighed to himself, his hand slowly lifting up off of Corazón’s back before he began leaving the living room. Corazón watched as his son leaves the living room before continuing to peek out the window, his eyes widening in sudden delight as he watched your beautiful figure step out onto your front porch.
You had brought a beautiful pot full of azalea flowers out onto your porch before you began watering them. Watching you water the flowers out on your porch made Corazon’s heart skip a beat. How could he speak to a beautiful woman like you when he himself was a clumsy loser?
He felt as if you both were on different levels and him putting you on such a high pedestal was exactly what brought his himself down even more.
He’s only spoken to you once or twice since you’ve moved into the neighborhood, but he pressured himself to speak more regardless if he was so nervous to. Law always told him to make a good impression for himself around the neighborhood, but he’s never spoken to anyone else but you.
Maybe his body was attracted to you the moment he saw you. That pretty smile and adoring demeanor is exactly what brought him out of that hard shell of his. All he could really do is hope that he could possibly speak to you again or even more in the future.
Your moving frame suddenly pulled him from his negative thoughts, his eyes squinting as he noticed you holding a glass pan in your hands.
It looked as if…you were walking over to his home, his eyes trailing across as he followed your frame.
You continued down the sidewalk and turned down to his driveway, the sight of your frame growing closer and closer to his front porch.
She’s coming over!?
And with sweets too!?
Corazón immediately begins panicking out of nervousness and a sudden shriek left his lips as he slips a bit along the floor, his hands accidentally tearing the blinds before he falls down onto his back a bit hard.
“Owww…” He groans out to himself and reaches his hand down towards his back before rubbing in slight discomfort. A knock at his front door causes his eyes to shoot open and his body to freeze up in place.
“Hello? Anyone home? I have some brownies to share!”
Hearing your voice on the other side of the door immediately causes Corazón’s face to flush and he quickly shot up to his feet before rushing to the front door. He swallowed thickly before his hand grabbed at his doorknob, his other hand unlocking the top lock before he’d steadily began to crack the door open.
You watched as nervous eyes peeked through the crack of the door before trailing down your figure and back up to your face.
“Corazón? Is that you?” You asked all sweetly, your hand still holding that glass tray which was full of those brownies that you’d mentioned. Corazón huffs out shakily before steadily opening the door for you, his eyes looking down at your smaller frame while you smiled up to him.
“It is you! Good afternoon, Corazón! I hope you don’t mind but…I was baking some brownies and ended up baking too much for myself. So, I thought I’d give the rest to you…if you want them.”
Your sweet words and loving tone made Corazón’s heart pump with anxious, and his vision grew a bit blurred as if he were about to faint any second now. He shakes off the feeling and smiles before nodding to you, his hand taking the brownies from you while your face began to flush.
“I-I hope you enjoy them! If you’d like anymore again then, just let me know!” Your hand reaches up to your warm cheek and you begin to watch as Corazón opens the tray before he’d take a brownie from the it. He takes a big bite and chews softly, tasting all of the fudgy flavors that melted in his mouth. He himself out softly in delight, his taste buds adoring the taste of the sweet treat.
He nods profusely as he continues to chew and you looked down in nervousness as you listen to him finish up his brownie. Corazón reaches a hand down to your temple and pats it softly, your eyes widening before you looked up into his sweet little eyes. His lips were slightly covered in chocolate which causes you to let out a little snicker while he smiled nervously.
“I’m…I’m happy you love them! Please, come by my home any time and I’ll promise to have something ready. I…do enjoy cooking for my family and friends.”
Corazón freezes as he heard you mouth those words and he watches as you begin to step down off of his porch. You waved to him and walked all the way out of his yard, his eyes following your body as he watched you walk back over to your home.
Corazón stayed watching you as his heart pounded out of his chest, his body and growing breathless and his mind infatuated on the mesmerizing sight of you walking back to your home. As your small frame faded from his keen sight, he blinks a few times before looking back down to the glass tray in his large hands.
Corazón’s eyes softens and he smiles while continuing to look down at the brownies before steadily stepping back into his home, his hand closing the door behind himself. He twists the top lock before he sets himself down on the couch, his hand reaching for another brownie before he popped a bite into his mouth.
Your baking was filled with as much love as he had for you, if only you had knew how much he love and feelings shared...
He couldn’t help himself but to eat another brownie…
And another…
And…another…
Corazón ate mindlessly at the brownies, unable to stop and neither contain himself from the thought of eating your beloved cooking.
It was too good…and he couldn’t stop…
The pan was nearly empty, and he’d finally stopped at he looked down at the pan in slight shock.
He ate all of that…? Already…?
…
You stood at the stove and rocked your hips to the tempo as music blasted out of your radio, your voice humming along to the lyrics as you cooked at some breakfast all excitedly. You had already cooked more than enough for yourself, but of course you wanted to cook more just in case if a certain guest decided welcome himself over to knock on your door.
Your next-door neighbor happened to be the most friendliest one out of everyone in the neighborhood. The two of you had ended up taking a liking to each other after meeting for the first time which happened to be a few months ago after you moved into the neighborhood. It was as if…you both just clicked immediately, which wasn’t a bad thing at all.
It honestly made you more feel more welcomed and more comfortable.
The sound of your doorbell ringing causes you to crack a wide smile as you slide the last pancakes off of your skillet and onto a plate of other fresh pancakes. You quickly washed your hands and rushed out of your kitchen, the doorbell ringing once again as you quickly ran into your tidy living room. You swiftly opened your door and look up to see your neighbor, Corazón, staring back at you with those adorable doe eyes of his.
An ecstatic smile spread across his face as your face immediately lightens up at the sight of him, his hand lifting up before waving to you while you giggled all nervously. “Good morning, Corazón!” You greeted him, your hands brushing down at your apron while he hummed warmheartedly in response to the sound of your adorable voice.
‘Good morning!’ He signed, his greeting making you smile even more before you’d grab his large hand. “Please, come in! I’ve made enough breakfast for you to eat this time since you always come so early.” Your tone grew a bit higher as you grew flustered from Corazón tall stature, your body feeling as if you were expressing yourself a bit too much to Corazón.
You watched as Corazón ducked his head down before stepping inside of your home, his body so much taller than yours could ever be. You gulped as you stared up at him before turning away, a shaky exhale leaving your lips while Corazón tilted his head and quirked a brow.
“Come, my kitchen is this way…”
Corazón followed you throughout your home as you guided him into your clean kitchen, the fresh aroma of maple syrup and bacon filling his nose as his eyes met the all of the breakfast you cooked for him. His stomach growls at the sudden smell of fresh hot food and you giggled as held a porcelain plate up to him. He lifts his hands to sign to you once again and you wait for him as he did.
‘Isn’t this a bit too much? I wouldn’t want you cooking too much just for me…’ He signed, expressing both his gratitude but also his worries as he looks away all shyly. You placed the plate in his large hands before handing him a fork. “It’s fine, really. I know you have a hearty appetite to match.“ You replied, your hands reaching behind your back before you’d untie your apron and hung it up on your coat-hanger on your wall.
Corazón held his plate up to his face and watched as you grabbed yourself a plate from the dish dryer rack before proceeding to place one of everything on your plate. You grabbed a few extra pancakes and look up to Corazón while standing in place, watching as he grabbed a few breakfast items while you waited for him.
Once he grabs enough for himself, he walks over to the kitchen table and takes a seat. You followed behind and sat down beside him, your head bowing as you prayed over your breakfast before looking down at your plate. You look over to Corazón who was already eating, a hungry hum leaving him as he immediately began eating at the sausages on his plate.
Corazón huffs out in satisfaction, tasting every bit of love and energy that you put in the breakfast in each bite he took. Your eyes focused on his expressions, observing at what he’d like the most and what he’d like the least. He blinks before glancing over to you, his eyes causing you to quickly look away before your face began to flush.
You hoped he didn’t notice your bothersome staring…but he did. Though, he found it to be more flattering than anything else.
You look down at your plate and realized that you forgot both the maple syrup for your pancakes and a fork for eating. You chucked nervously and looked up at Corazón, who happened to be returning the interested stares back to you. You blushed before looking down at your plate again.
“You can always get seconds whenever you’d like.” You tell him, your frame slowly standing up from your chair before you’d went and grabbed the maple syrup off the kitchen counter. Corazón nodded and continued eating his food, his mind melting at the flavors of your cooking that coated his tongue all evenly yet delightfully.
You grabbed yourself a fork and grabbed a knives for the two of you before grabbing the bottle of maple syrup. You brought everything back to the table and walked away front the table once again. “Would you like some orange juice as well?” You asked him, your eyes watching as he turns to you and nods in response.
You opened your cupboard and grabbed two cups before placing them on the counter. You opened your fridge and dug through it for the orange juice, your hands pushing through sandwich meat and packaged foods before you finally found the carton.
You grabbed the carton out of the fridge and closed the fridge door, your hand grabbing the cups as you poured a bit of juice in them one by one. You grabbed the cups and walk back to the table before finally taking your seat, your eyes glancing down towards Corazón’s plate which happened to already be half eaten.
“Sorry about that…I’m not getting back up now.” You responded, your hand grabbing your fork before you began eating your scrambled eggs. Corozón gave you an adoring smile as he continued eating, his hand grabbing the maple syrup as he popped the top open.
…
‘Sorry if that I ate a bit much…’ He signed to you, his face shifting into a pout as he began to feel bad that you’ve cooked so much for him. You chuckled in response and waved him off.
“It’s no problem, Corazón. I always have enough for us both or even more.” You reassured him, a soft huff leaving him as you
You rubbed at Corazón’s shoulder to comfort him, continuously telling him that eating too much was perfectly fine especially for his size.
He smiled at your kindheartedness…and then it slowly grew silent and more comforting rather than awkward.
“…Did I cook everything well enough? I-If I didn’t, I can always try again and do better!” You stammered, your hand taking his perfectly clean plate and placing it on top of your own which was also clean. Corazón grabs your hands softly, causing you to stop and slowly look up at him with anxious eyes.
He stares blankly into your pretty eyes, his stare hiding his strong love behind it while you blinked a bit. He smiles and lowers his head, his lips peppering a loving smooch to your hands while a soft sigh leaving his lips as he did. Your face flared up in slight excitement and it flushed as you watched him lift his head, his lips curling into a sweet smile.
You watched as he softly wrapped his strong arms around your smaller frame, a surprised gasp leaving your lips as he hugged you delicately yet so tenderly. You shuddered within his arms in delight, your face burning a deep shade of scarlet while your sparkles began to appear within your eyes.
You softly wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him back while he begins to smile all erotically at the feeling of your touch. “I’m glad y-you liked it so much…” You sighed softly, your lips curling up into an adoring smile as you rubbed at his upper back. You both sat there for a moment embracing each other for a few minutes, the two of you enjoying each other’s warmth in the silence of your kitchen. A soft sight leaves your lips as you finally pulled away from his embrace, your eyes trailing up and looking into his.
Staring into his eyes for so long slowly causes your stomach to grow butterflies, making you turn your head away from him before pressing your hand against your cheek. You hesitated to speak and Corazón tilted his head in question as if he was wondering as if you had something to say.
“W-Would you like to go in the living room. I-I know my kitchen chairs and be a bit small and uncomfy for you…”
Corazón smiles and immediately nods before shooting up from his seat in excitement, his hand softly pulling your seat back from the table before he helps you up out of your chair. You blushed at his sweet gesture as you grabbed the two porcelain plates off of the dining table, your eyes watching as Corazón ducks his head while he walks through the doorway while he walks into the living room.
You walk over to your sink and softly slide the porcelain plates into the sink full of soapy dishwater before leaving them to soak. You walk through the doorway and see Corazón sitting on your couch, his eyes sharply staring down at his hands as he waited patiently for you to sit down beside him. You smiled and walk past him before setting yourself down beside his larger frame, his eyes looking down at your body seductively while you sat there playing at the hem of your blouse.
Before you could even utter another word past your lips, Corazón sneakily slide his large hand over your thigh. His sudden physical contact causes you freeze in place while your face begins to burn up. Your eyes slowly trailed up to his which happened to be full of love and a hint of lust while he moved in closer to your adorably flustered face. You could feel his hand sliding up higher and you felt your heart beginning to pound out of your chest while your body sat there…frozen.
“Ah…C-Corazón…” You gasp out a bit fearfully as your face begins to twist and brows began to furl, your body a bit bothered that Corazón was beginning to rush the process of his affection and yours. His hand softly grasps your chin and he smiles all sweetly before moving his face in closer to yours.
So pretty…How could he think to miss this only opportunity he had for himself to confess his feelings or at least make it known.
He pressed his lips against yours, causing a sudden moan to erupt from his throat while your eyes widened in sudden fear. “Mmh- M-Mhh!” Your body immediately goes into panic mode and you began to squirm uncomfortably while you felt Corazón trying to allow his tongue past your lips.
Your hand reached down towards his hand that rested at your thigh and you gripped it tightly before you’d hurriedly pull away from his lips. You exhaled shakily as you stare up into his eyes, his head tilting in question as if he was trying to figure out why you looked so…pale.
Didn’t you feel the same way?
“A-Ah…Cora…” You call out to him shakily, your hand holding his larger one before you lifted it off of your thigh. Corazón brows twisted into a look of slight sadness and he turns away from you, realizing that maybe you didn’t the same way and that he may have just made a rather terrible mistake.
You shook off the feeling of unease and hid it with a smile as you stared up at him, your arms slowly wrapping around his larger frame. “I-It’s okay…Let’s just…Let’s not rush things…alright?” You tell him, looking up into his eyes with slight concern while he stared down at you with a rather fearful expression on his face.
Corazón pulled away from you, his body scooting away from your smaller frame all together as he…genuinely felt sorry for kinda rushing things.
Though he didn’t know how to express them…At least not well enough.
‘Sorry…I’m so sorry-‘ He signed to you, his hand pressing over his mouth as he turned away from you.
“It’s okay, really! I know how much we express a passion for each other…but…may we go at it slowly…please…?”
Corazón stared back at you blankly as he listened to your words.
“I…I like you too Corazón…I really do. I just want to take my time with this though…at least go at a slow and soft pace, Y’know?” You confessed to him but putting your foot down gently in the process, hoping he would get the message and respect your boundaries and give you time.
Corazón’s eyes glistened as if he was seeing a diamond in the light, at least he finally knew that you shared the same feelings for him. He looks away as his hand begins to play at his sweater, his throat swallowing thickly before he’d finally decided to speak to you for the first time.
“Y…Yes. I…understand. Sorry…” He said in such a gentle and quiet voice, his voice suddenly catching you off guard as you heard it for the first time. Your eyes widened in shock as you lifted your head up to him, his hands covering his face as he looked down. His face burned a deep shade of red as he spilled out his voice to you.
“C-Cora…”
Your face slowly began to burn up from how attractive he sounded. Honestly…
His soft tone and the way he executed his sentence, it was just…so cute.
It was so unexpected…Hearing him speak for the first time…Then he spoke again, this time slightly more fluently than the last sentence.
“May…May I ask…Would…it be okay to…at least touch you…here and there…?”
His question caused you to stiffen and you hum out slightly, your eyes looking down as he asked you that question. You blinked before looking away, your hand pressing against your cheek as you sat there and thought to yourself…
He did ask…after touching you without your acknowledgment…but…It was still…a slightly uncomfortable situation.
Though, you didn’t even want to deny him after he went through the trouble to speak to you…
So you obliged and gave him permission.
You placed your hand against his, the skin at the top of his hand soft as you ran your palm along it.
“Y-Yeah, y-you can…” You accepted, your hand grabbing his larger one before you rubbed your thumb along the soft skin of his hand. He sighs out shakily and ran his fingers along your smaller palm before intertwining his fingers with yours all together, his large fingers overlapping over your smaller hand. He rests his head against yours, his eyes looking down at your smaller frame while his hand continues to grab at soft and plushness of your thigh.
‘So cute…and so soft…’ He thought to himself, watching as you squirmed at his touch while you soft whimpers left your throat.
You couldn’t help but to feel uncomfortable. You weren’t ready to move this quickly with Corazón, yet nothing came out when you wanted him to stop since you knew this is what he wanted.
You were hoping to take your time with him, to get to know him even more before you’d get to this point. Though…It couldn’t be helped…Not when you knew that Corazón preferred to show rather than to tell since he was mute.
While you were deep in your thoughts, Corazón peeled his hand away from your thigh and ultimately lets go of your hand. His sudden movements caused you to look up at him and he smiled before pulling away from you. You watched as he stood up from the couch, your body wanted to reach out yet feeling constricted to do so.
“Corazón?” You called out to him, your face giving him a slight pout as you grew a bit upset to see him go.
He lifts his hands and blinks softly, your eyes focusing as you realized that he was about to sign again.
‘I hate to leave so soon but…I’ve got errands to run…’
His hands signed his sentence before he lowered them down, his arms opening out to you as if he wanted a hug. You smiled softly and slowly stood up from your couch before falling into his embrace, your body relieved but your mind saddened to see him go so soon.
“I’ll…see you tomorrow. Mi Amor…”
Your body shudders at his voice as he called you those words, your hands clenching on to his shirt tightly as if you really…really didn’t want him to leave. You sighed out at your mind’s indecisiveness and felt as his arms slowly loosened up and pulled away from your frame.
“Be safe…” You say to him softly, his head nodding in response to you while you as he rubbed his hands along your back. You slowly pulled out of his embrace and he waves before walking out of the front door, his hand locking the bottom lock on the doorknob on his way out.
You stood there still for a moment before exhaling shakily, your body falling back onto the soft cushions of your couch before you slowly sunk deeper into them. The cushions nestled your body as you sat there in silence, your body and mind reflecting on what had just happened moments ago. Corazón obviously liked you…but disrespected your personal space.
Part of you wanted to give him another chance…while another part thought that you should just stop talking to him. You didn’t want to, you really didn’t…yet you knew what he did was wrong. You hum to yourself and turn over on your couch, your couch cushions cradling your body as you rested there in the returning peace and quiet of your own home.
A heavy sigh spilled from your lips as you slowly stood back up and walked back into your kitchen, your mind deciding to clean up to keep itself occupied from what had just occurred.
… (Bonus scene??)
Law sighed out heavily as he slowly inserted his house key into the keyhole of the doorknob, his hand twisting the knob before he’d let himself in and pulled the key out of the knob. The entirety of the house was dark and nothing but silence filled the empty house as Law slowly looked around in the slight darkness.
He flips the light switch on that connected to the living room, the bright light burning his eyes slightly as he lifted his arm in slight reflex which provided slight shade to him. Law throws his work bag onto the floor and slowly stumbling into the kitchen, his stomach growling as he groaned from the hunger whcih cased his stomach to eat away at itself.
“Pops? Ya home?” Law called out into the empty house, his voice echoing throughout the house for a few seconds after he called out for Corazón. A heavy sigh leaves his lips as he stood there alone in the kitchen, his stomach growling once again as it yearned for food to feed and fill it.
He fell deep in his thoughts for a moment, his pockets empty with nothing but crumpled paper and lint while his back barely had any change left in it. As he stood there in his thoughts, he pressed as hand to his chin as he slowly began remembering his adoptive father’s words about food.
“If you ever get hungry and have no money, just go to our neighbors house. She loves to cook and to told me that I’m free to come or invite anyone who’s hungry here at home…”
“Ms.________’s house yeah? It’d be worth a shot.” He said to himself, his feet turning him around before he walked back through the front door. He made sure to lock it behind himself before he’d shut the door and settled on walking to your own home next door.
Law was very skeptical. Not only because he didn’t know you well, but because he had never been over to your home before. Even if you seemed more friendly than ever, he didn’t know how you acted when it came to things like this. Though on a hungry stomach, he’d rather risk it than sit in his home starving while his stomach swallowed itself.
As he walked over into your yard, he slowly crept up along your front porch, his boots clacking against the wooden planks of the porch as he nervously walked up to your front door. He lifts his hand but immediately pulls back, hesitating as he began to have second thoughts.
Just wing it Law…
He lowered his knuckles repeatedly against the wood of your door, swallowing a gulp as he grew anxious for who was on the other side.
…
A knock to your door pulls you from your television and you grab the remote before turning down the TV. You stood up off of your couch and walked over to the door, your hand unlocking the bottom lock before you opened it. You look up and were immediately met with drained golden eyes staring back down at you. You fluttered your eyes a bit before tilting your head, your hand gripping the doorknob as you stared at the young man for a few seconds.
“H-Hello…May I help you?” You asked, wondering what exactly this stranger was doing on your front porch. The young man scratched at his temple before sighing out to himself. He didn’t necessarily want to bother you, but as someone who sought out something he needed, he had to ask.
“Sorry to bother you…We haven’t met before…I’m Corazón’s son, Trafalgar D. Water Law.” He introduced himself, your eyes lighting up as soon as he’d mention Corazón’s name. Your eyes widens and sparkles in delight and interest at Law’s response.
“Oh! I wasn’t aware of him having a son! I’m so happy to finally meet you then!” You exclaimed in excitement, your hand pulling the door open even wider to let him in.
“Come in! Come in! Make yourself comfortable!”
“A-Ah- I didn’t say exactly what I wanted yet-“
“It’s fine! You can explain it to me inside! It’s getting chilly out here anyways and we don’t want you getting sick.”
Law huffs out and reluctantly walks inside of your home, listening as you closed the door behind him before he’d steadily set himself down on your couch. You immediately begin walking over to the doorway of the kitchen, your eyes peeking over to Law who had his arms and legs crossed so politely.
“Can I get you anything? Tea? Cookies maybe?” You asked, already wanting to provide hospitality towards Law. Law’s eyes widens in surprise to your kind nature and he looks down before clearing his throat.
“Actually…That’s what I wanted to talk about…”
You stood there and patiently waited for him to continue speaking, your smile not moving an inch as you happily listened to him.
“My dad said that you liked cooking…and he said that I was welcomed to come over if I was ever hungry…Is…Is that true?” He asked you, his hand tilting his hat down even more as he tried his best to avert his eyes from you. You smiled wider and nodded in response to his question, your sweet demeanor slowly calming Law down to where he could get a little comfortable.
“Y-Yeah! That’s right! I told Corazón that he could come by any time for something to eat. Though since I’m just now finding out that he has a son, you’re absolutely welcomed into my home!”
You words makes a soft smile appear across Law’s face and he huffs out happily as he stared down at his spotted jeans. His growling stomach cuts your conversation short and it alerts both you and himself.
“S-Sorry-“
“Hungry aren’t you? What is it that you wanted by the way?”
“W-Well…We don’t have much at home so…I was wondering if you had anything I could eat anything you had…If it’s too much then I can just go back home-“
“Nonsense! Of course I have something for you to eat! I just cooked pasta not too long ago for dinner! It’s still fresh if you’d like some!” Your words had cut off Law and your excited tone startled him a bit. Hearing you speak so enthusiastically about feeding some stranger honestly made him feel safer around you. You were a genuine kind and gentle woman, someone who probably cared more about the people around herself rather than being selfish.
Law smiles and lifts his head to look up at you, his golden eyes filled with a sense of comfort as he stared into your eyes.
“That…That would be nice…Thank you ma’am…” He thanked you, his eyes watching as you motioned for him to come inside the kitchen.
He obeyed, and immediately got hit with the strong smell of garlic and butter.
“I hope you like Shrimp Alfredo! I made a bit too much so if you want to you can just take some home!”
You watched as Law takes a seat at the dining table, his eyes scanning your tidy kitchen before he’d look back over to your frame. Law watched as you grabbed one of your clean porcelain plates before you began placing a scoop of Shrimp Alfredo onto the plate. You followed up with two slices of garlic bread and turned over to him before bringing him his plate.
The sight of bread immediately made him froze and his face immediately scrunched up in distaste as he saw the two slices of bread on the plate.
You softly set the plate of pasta down onto the dinner table in front of him, the strong aroma of the food already making Law’s mouth water as he grew anticipated to try your food.
Though part of him wanted to push the plate away due to the sight of the bread.
You handed him his silverware before stepping away from the table, your hands grabbing your kettle off of the dish-drying rack before you ran it under the sink’s faucet.
Law shuddered and gulped before groaning out, knowing that he had to eat the bread to be polite. After all, he was the one who asked to eat some of your food. It would be wrong to not at least eat one of the two slices that rested on his plate.
Law lowered his head in defeat as he grabbed his fork, his stomach growling as he stared down at the delicious-looking plate in front of him.
“Thank…Thank you, Miss…” Law said, his eyes looking over to you as he watched you begin to make a fresh pot of tea. You giggled to yourself as you dig around in your cupboard for your tea leaves, your eyes occasionally glancing over to Law as you observed him saying a silent prayer before eating.
“Just call me ________! No need for formalities when your father knows me good and well.”
Law nodded before humming out in delight, his fork giving him a mouthful of pasta before he chewed profusely out of slight hunger. He already adored the flavors that melted in his mouth. While he wanted to avoid the bread, he decided to be respectful and eat a slice. While the bread made him want to spit it out, part of him couldn’t deny that it didn’t taste so bad.
Though that didn’t mean he didn’t want to spit it out.
God, it was super good. You definitely put your foot into the pasta if not your whole leg. It was a plus that he got good-tasting food even though he was looking for something to satiate his hunger.
…
“Thank you so much for the food ________, it was so so good…” Law thanked you once again, his stomach now full of delicious food while his hands held on to a little plastic bowl with a top on it. “Of course Law! I’m happy to feed you and your father any time!” You smiled, your face flushing as you fell rather ecstatic to feed someone full and happy once again.
Law waves and turned around but stops before turning back to you for a moment, it seemed that that’s not all he wanted to say. You tilted your head out to curiosity and watched as Law spoke for a final time.
“My dad…really likes you. I hope…I hope you two can get along well.”
“I know he may be a bit shy at times but…he’s a good guy once you get to know him. Affectionate too...”
You smiled to Law’s words, happy to hear that he thinks sweetly of his father and cares about him.
“I…I honestly hope you two can get together…He really…has a huge crush on you. He just refuses to confess.”
Law’s face suddenly flushed and he quickly turns away before walking down the steps from your porch, his tatted hands clutching on tightly to the bowl of food within his hands. You chuckled as you noticed his flushed face, your eyes focusing on his frame as you stayed to watch him get back home safely.
“Come back anytime! I’m always open to feed you two!” You exclaimed, your hand waving to a flustered Law as you watched him make it back over to his home beside yours.
You slowly stepped back into your home and close the door, your fingers twisting at the bottom lock before you twisted at the top as well. You hummed to yourself as you stood at your front door, buried deep within your thoughts as you found yourself wandering in that brain of yours.
Corazón really did like you…didn’t he?
If that wasn’t obvious enough, Law’s words was definitely enough to convince you that he wanted you as a whole and not just for something you were special at.
Then again, you were still taken back by his disrespectful behavior earlier. Yes, you still loved him. Though sometimes, even actions can push past your genuine love for someone. You sighed out loudly to yourself and shook your feelings away, a yawn now leaving your lips as you fell sleepy.
You slowly drug yourself down the hallway and into your bathroom, your body bending down as you began running hot water into the tub.
Maybe tomorrow, you can forget about it and try again….Yeah.
Maybe you can…
#puddingcupfics#lovebombing mini series#one piece#one piece smut#one piece fluff#op smut#op fluff#one piece x female reader#one piece corazon#op corazon#corazon smut#donquixote rosinante#corazon x reader
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im never on here anymore buuut i wanted to like actually thank you im really sorry if this is like weird or anything /srs but like genuinely when i was really active in the regretevator fandom i found your blog on here, and your art of infected and in general made me like explode /pos and it really pushed me to start drawing again lol , i dont think that id be this involved in art atm if i didnt find ya back then,, i really enjoy your art and characters and i take inspiration from your style erm erm erm yeah thats about it.. i mean, i still draw your infected design almost everyday and plan to redraw some things i drew of him awhile ago on here when i have motivation
also i ended up not freezing and boiling the keychains because theyre so nice LOL, i mean i might buy another one so i could... i got the stickers tho cant wait to throw it on my puter
ok but yeah tldr thank you for bein you keep it up with the art and uhh yeah youve been my favorite artist for a while now
oh yeah do you post on any other platforms? SORRY THIS WAS SO LONG
AWWWHHHHH SO SWEET!!! THANK YOU!!!! Im so glad u got back into art, art is so soooo awesome creating things is awesome and i hope u keep it up fr!!!
U seem like a lovely person i hope lots of good things come your way
I do use other platforms, mainly instagram (@unoriginal.and.dum) a bit of tiktok (im not a big fan of it, @unoriginal.and.dumb) and youtube, same username i never change it
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Okay I’v been thinking about some post-game Rookanis thing since I finished my first playthrough
Spoiler ahead alert!
So here’s my hc: since my Rook is a Shadow Dragon,they will join the rebuilding of Mintharous and Lucanis needs to take the duty of The First Talon. The couple may have a long time couldn’t be able to make time for each other.
And finally the two get their time to discuss their own business such as:
1) Where to live, they can’t be separated in two city forever. Rook probably will be the one to compromise? They do enjoy the city and I think maybe Teia will invite them even before Lucanis asks LOL
2) my Rook is a Necromancer, It’s time to talk about necromancy with Lucanis 😆 I knew Emmerich tried but Hey! This is Rook speaking! Maybe Lucanis will try to understand necromancy?
3) Keeping pets. Lucanis already has a pet snake but how about Rook? Growing up in a military family, maybe they moved around a lot. This time they finally settle down, so keep pets is a good way to provide a sense of stability. But I also think Spite may disagree Lucanis and Rook’ decision Hahaha
4) About wounds healing . My Rook was a foundling and lost their parents years ago,then was Varric who was their nearly-father for like half a year, then was Harding-their longest-standing companion. They can’t be not having trauma in losing someone and be really fear to be abandone. So after all they’ve been through, maybe this is the chance Lucanis will be there for them for a mind therapy ? I would love to see them curing each other. <3
Followed are some of my gripes(No need to read!)
I literally cried for like 2 hours when I saw what Rook experienced when they trapped in Fade.Varric is always my favorite since DA 2, and damn! Varric’s words really help me to continue the game after the Mintharous or Treviso Choice. Shadow Dragons and Neve blamed all of this to Rook (and I was like “Rook is only one person without army and forces how could they be able to save the city? And Minrathous did have far more forces than Treviso has”)and they’ve already messed up the ritual. The self-doubt was about to overwhelm them, but they had to pretend to be optimistic and help everyone in the team dealing their problems.
My Rook has never considered themselves as a leader, they just stood out and begun to take the duty of finishing the job and they tried their best to take care of everyone. In the game,Varric was the only one asked Rook how long has it been since they’ve slept while they’re worrying others’ sleeping.
And the absence of companion banter, didn’t got their option when companion talking about a mage thing,etc…really made me feel unwanted . I hope maybe someday bioware could add some rook’s reaction to companion banter🥲
I mean, at least they should have comments on Romanced Lucanis told Taash how to kill mages and that’s like dancing or seduction …
“I’m right here hearing! Lucanis! ”
English is not my first language so please forgive me if I say something weird 🥲
about my Rook:
#rookanis#lucanis x rook#post datv#shadow dragon rook#mage rook#dragon age veilguard#dragon age the veilguard#da veilguard#da4 spoilers#da4#rook mercar#nels mercar
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Through the Seasons
In which Elle and JJ are married and have a daughter and spend Summer vacation, Halloween, Christmas and Easter together. (really fluffy)
word count: 5k
tags: fluff, jelle, wlw, bisexual, lesbian, summer vacation, holiday, bali, swimming with dolphins halloween, autumn, fall, candy, dressing up, christmas, winter, snow, snowman, hot chocolate, presents, easter, spring, easter bunny, chocolate eggs, easter egg hunt, cookies, baking, flirting, marriage, criminal minds, fbi, lesbian elle greenaway, bisexual jennifer jareau, love, parenting, mom elle greenaway, mom jennifer jareau, fluff.
notes: will be posting on ao3 I hope you enjoy!
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Summer:
Elle laid back on the sand with her sunglasses covering her eyes. She propped herself up on her elbows when she heard a little screech and a giggle knowing exactly who it came from. She lifted her sunglasses to get a better view of the scene in front of her.
Down by the ocean blue sea her wife and daughter were building sandcastles. She had met Jennifer Jareau through work almost four years ago when her daughter was just 5 months old and in her opinion, she couldn’t have found a better person to raise her child with.
JJ had treated Lyra as if she was her own right from the start.
The two of them had only taken Lyra on two vacations abroad and on both occasions, JJ would insist on Elle relaxing in the sun while she entertained the young girl.
She watched as JJ pulled Lyra onto her lap hugging her tightly as Lyra’s damp brunette curls stuck to the blonde’s skin. She loved them both so much.
Elle rested her sunglasses on top of her head before getting up and going over to her family, “What are my babies building?”
“Mommy! Mama and me build castles!” Lyra looked up at her with her big brown eyes.
“It looks really good baby,” Elle said looking at JJ with a smile that the blonde woman could read as her heart melting over her daughter.
Lyra climbed from JJ’s lap and reached her hands up to Elle making a grabbing motion indicating she wanted to be picked up.
Elle immediately lifted her up resting her on her hip, “I love you my princess you’re so adorable aren’t you?” she kissed the tip of her nose making her giggle.
“I wanna swim in the pool at the hotel,” Lyra pouted blinking her long eyelashes at her mommy.
“You need more sunscreen before we do anything, baby,” Elle looked at JJ, “And so do you my love you’re going pink.”
JJ groaned, “Why do you always pick such hot places we aren’t all blessed with golden skin.”
“Well I love you the way you are,” Elle kissed her cheek once she was standing.
Lyra started to whine with a frown on her face.
“What’s wrong Ly?” Elle twirled her finger in her daughter’s hair.
“Who’s gonna look after my sandcastles when we go back?” Her eyes were wet like she was about to cry.
“The mermaid will look after these ones and you can build new ones when we come back,” Elle told her.
Lyra’s small hands gripped onto a piece of Elle’s hair, the little girl was very clingy with her and JJ she never wanted them to not be with her, “But I made them they mine.”
“I took a picture sweetheart,” JJ rubbed Lyra’s back.
A young woman sat not too far away and listened to some of their conversation smiling before deciding to speak up, “Would you like me to watch your sand castles for you?”
Both Elle and JJ turned to see the woman talking and Lyra nodded her head, “Yes please!”
The woman smiled, “No problem.”
“What do you say, honey?” JJ prompted.
“Thank you,” Lyra smiled widely, her dimples showing. They were one of JJ’s favourite things, they were exactly like Elle’s.
“It’s no problem, you’re a beautiful family. You and your mommy are similar,” The woman complimented.
“Thank you so much,” Elle smiled.
“You’re welcome, I hope I have kids as cute as her one day.”
“Do you wanna be friends?” Lyra asked wriggling in her mom’s arms to be put down.
The woman laughed, “Of course!”
Elle let Lyra down and the small girl ran the small distance towards the raven-haired woman, “My name is Lyra!”
“My name is Emily,” She shook the girl’s hand.
“I’m Jennifer and that’s my wife, Elle,” JJ smiled as she laced her fingers with Elle’s.
“Who you come with Emily?” Lyra asked.
“I came here with a friend of mine and my girlfriend they both stayed by the pool at the resort though.”
“You come back with us,” Lyra turned to Elle, “We can make more friends Mommy.”
“Who will look after your sandcastles though? Emily asked.
“The mermaids! They have pretty wavy pink hair and magic tails!”
“Okay if you’re sure I’ll come back with you,” Emily laughed.
“Can you carry me?” Lyra gave her puppy dog eyes.
“No Ly,” Elle shook her head, “If you want to be carried Mama or I will carry you.”
“Fineeee,” She pouts, stomping her feet a little.
“Lyra none of that or we won’t be able to go to the play area later,” JJ said.
“Okay, mama I do as I told.”
Elle helped Lyra up onto JJ’s back for a piggyback ride.
“How did you guys meet?” Emily asked Elle once they began walking back to the hotel.
“At work, I was working with the sex crimes unit of the FBI before I had Lyra and while I was off there was an opening in the department where JJ was working, she’s a media liaison and that’s where we met when I got the job there, Lyra was 5 months old,” Elle told her smiling the entire time.
“Oh, it’s like fate you got the job then. I’ve actually been working for Interpol, some of my friends work for the FBI,” Emily replied.
“Oh wow, that’s… Small world huh but also an awesome job, what about your girlfriend?”
“She's a cardiologist.”
“Wow, that must be stressful.”
“Mommy! Are we still swimming with dolphins tomorrow?” Lyra interrupted because she felt left out of the conversation.
“Yes baby,” Elle laughs.
“I’m guessing she’s your only child?” Emily says.
“Mhm, we want more but Lyra is enough for us now honestly I couldn’t even imagine trying to share my love for her with another child, she’s my entire world,” Elle gushed as she watched her daughter pulling on her wife’s hair.
“It would be easy once you had more than one but I can see what you mean she’s perfect.”
“Oh, she really is I couldn’t imagine her being any other way.”
“There’s my friend and my girlfriend,” Emily pointed to the other side of the pool where a blonde girl was sitting with someone who looked familiar to Elle.
“Isn’t that Derek?” JJ asked pointing to where Emily had just pointed.
“Uncle Derek?!” Lyra shouted pretty loudly.
“Wow this really is a small world,” Emily laughed.
“Hi pumpkin, What are you doing here?” Derek asked Lyra taking her off JJ’s back.
“Mommy’s took me on holiday!” The girl squealed at the end of her sentence, “I build castles in the sand.”
“Wow did you? You’re so clever,” Derek sat on the sun lounge with her.
“Will you come swimming with me and Mommy, Mama does not want to come in now and someone needs to look after Mommy in case she is not able to swim,” Lyra asked.
“Baby, I know how to swim,” Elle laughed.
“Just in case I said.”
“Yeah I’ll come in with you why don’t you Mommy and Mama stay here we can handle the pool can’t we?” Derek said tickling her.
“Stop!” she giggled loudly, “Yeah we be fine on our own.”
“You don’t have to Derek,” Elle said.
“Are you kidding I want to hang out with my favourite girl you guys relax.”
“I would kiss you right now if,” JJ started before earning a glare from Elle, “… If you were my wife.”
Derek laughed, “Get acquainted with Em and Marissa, we won’t be in there too long and we will stay at the end closest to here.”
Elle nodded, “Okay thank you, If you ever want her for a sleepover let us know,” She winked.
“Sorry, a three-year-old crying all night isn’t exactly a chick magnet.”
“Worth a try to get some alone time with my wife,” Elle shrugged.
JJ rolled her eyes at Elle asking Derek to take their daughter for the night, “You’ll just have to wait until we are home.”
The next morning Lyra woke her moms by trying to wiggle her way into the middle of them in bed despite the fact there was barely a gap due to how they were cuddling.
JJ was the first to wake up and realise, “Hi honey.”
“Hi Mama, let me in,” Lyra gave her puppy dog eyes.
“Okay, but it’s only 6 am so you need to be super quiet and let Mommy sleep,” JJ helped her into the middle.
Lyra touched her mom’s face lightly, “Mommy is really pretty,” she whispered.
“She is, isn’t she?” JJ said stroking Lyra’s hair.
“Do you think I’m pretty because Mommy made meee?”
“I think you’re gorgeous honey but try to sleep for a little longer so you have lots of energy for the dolphins,” JJ placed a kiss on the little girl's head.
Elle woke up first the next time as she could feel little feet kicking around, the clock said 8:30 am. Deciding that was a good time to get up she quietly climbed out of bed and went to the small kitchenette in their room to make a cup of coffee.
Once it was ready she stood in the doorway of the bedroom sipping on it while she watched her wife and daughter sleeping but JJ quickly felt her stare which awakened her from her slumber.
“What are you doing? You’re so creepy,” JJ groaned sleepily.
“It’s not creepy you’re my wife and she’s my daughter I love you both, do you want some coffee?” Elle said approaching her with her lips pouted ready for a kiss.
“Yes please my love,” JJ said before kissing her lips.
Elle and JJ held hands while Lyra skipped in front of them on the way to the dolphin pool, the small girl had already asked her mom's countless questions that neither of them really had the answer to.
Lyra abruptly stopped in front of them, “Wait! What do they eat?”
“Fish probably sweetheart,” Elle answered.
“Oh… Okay!” She continued skipping.
“She’s so strange sometimes,” Elle whispered to JJ.
“Hm she gets it from you you’re a little weird sometimes,” JJ kissed her cheek.
Lyra gasped seeing the dolphins swimming in the pool, “Can you believe we are really swimming with dolphins?!”
“Honestly… not really that thought actually makes me feel rather sick,” JJ answered.
“Honey you don’t have to, she and I can just do it together, you can watch?”
“Oh yeah, I want pictures Mama!” Lyra whined.
“Well I guess it’s decided then, but you have to be a good girl and listen to Mommy I know you don’t like it but she’s just trying to keep you safe okay?” JJ told the girl.
“Got it!” Lyra said pulling off her pink Hello Kitty tank top and blue hibiscus print skirt to reveal her bathing suit covered in flowers, “Armbands please.”
JJ took the armbands from the bag while Elle slipped her cream crochet dress off to reveal her low cut halter neck black swimsuit, “You’re wearing that?” JJ's eyes widened.
“What’s wrong with it?” Elle said looking down.
“You look beautiful but honey it’s a bit revealing, and you’re swimming with dolphins your boob could easily pop out of the side of that they barely fit in there as it is.”
“I don’t know why you’re complaining you love them and you loved this swimsuit on our honeymoon,” Elle smirked.
“You weren’t in a pool swimming with dolphins, children and other children’s parents on our honeymoon,” JJ raised an eyebrow.
“Oh come on it’s fine,” Elle dragged out the ‘e’ before taking Lyra’s hand, “Come on baby let’s go.”
Elle and Lyra spent an hour swimming with the dolphins while JJ took way too many pictures but she wanted to take as many as possible to put in a scrapbook to show Lyra when she was older.
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Autumn/fall:
Lyra dramatically dropped her marker pens on her colouring table with a loud sigh.
“What's wrong princess?” Elle asked from the sofa.
“It’s Halloween I need to get trick or treating!”
“It’s only 3 pm we are going as soon as Mama is home from work,” Elle said getting up and standing behind Lyra stroking her wavy hair.
“I hate waiting can I get dressed now!” Lyra kicked her legs around.
“I suppose but Mama wanted to see you.”
“Film it and we can go visit her at work when I am ready,” Lyra giggled getting up from the pink plastic chair.
“Well I’ll have to check with Mama first, baby,” Elle took out her phone and texted JJ.
Elle: hey honey, any confirmation on the time you’re going to be home?
JJ: Not yet, we aren’t too busy though so 6:30?
Elle: Ly wants to get in her costume now and come to the bureau
JJ: Aww Spence would love to see her dressed up as would I of course.
Elle: So that’s fine with you?
JJ: Depends are you dressing up too?
Elle: I will put the witch hat on for you
JJ: And the black dress please, you look gorgeous.
Elle: I’ll consider it.
JJ: 😏 I can’t wait to see you, and our little monster.
Elle followed Lyra into her bedroom, “Mama said that’s fine, do you know where your costume is?”
Lyra nodded and pointed at the closet.
“And the pink boots?”
“Ummm, in your shoe room maybe, I played dress up in there.”
“Okay see if you can find them love,” Elle said opening the closet to find the Monsters Inc. costume.
Elle helped Lyra into her costume, she looked adorable. After a few pictures she put on the long black tight-fitting velvet dress with her witch hat, “How does Mommy look?” she asked finishing putting on her deep wine-red lipstick.
Lyra gasped, “So pretty, Mama is gonna love it.”
Elle and Lyra walked out of the elevator hand in hand. JJ was already waiting by the glass door for them. When she saw them she pushed the door open.
“Mama, Am I cute?” Lyra asked, letting go of Elle’s hand and running to JJ.
JJ picked her up and kissed her nose, “The cutest monster I’ve ever seen.”
“What about Mommy, she cute too?” Lyra pointed at Elle.
“Oh your Mommy is the most beautiful,” JJ told her putting her down and taking Elle’s hand.
“Lyra! Don’t you look adorable wow,” Spencer said from his desk.
“I’m Sully!” Lyra said running towards him.
“I can see that, I’m a huge Monsters Inc. fan.”
“Really? It’s my favouriteeee.”
Across the room, Elle had taken her hat off her head placing it on JJ.
“You look sexy,” JJ smirked and placed a hand on Elle’s ass while they were in each other’s arms.
“You look sexy,” Elle said looking down at JJ’s tight shirt that she was sure was hers before kissing her.
“Ew gross!” Lyra shouted from Spencer’s arms.
The two women pulled back and made their way over to their daughter and Spencer.
“Honey you need to be quiet people are working,” Elle told her.
“When trick or treat? It's already 5 pm Spencer said,” Lyra pouted.
“How about we go now?” JJ said.
“Yeah! Now now now,” Lyra wriggled in Spencer’s arms.
“Okay let me go get my things,” JJ said before leaving them.
Lyra ran up to the first house on their street with Elle and JJ not far behind. She had a pumpkin-shaped basket in her small hand as she used the other hand to knock on the door.
“Trick or TREAT!” Lyra said yelling ‘treat’ rather loudly clearly showing her intentions of why she was at the house earning a laugh from the man and the door and the two women.
“Aren’t you a super cute monster,” he said bending down.
“Yeah candy please,” Lyra grinned.
“Honey that’s rude, you wait until you are given candy,” Elle told her.
“It’s fine,” the man laughs putting a couple of pieces of candy in Lyra’s bucket before returning to his usual height and looking at Elle, “I haven’t seen you around here.”
“We don’t live far just up the road!” Lyra answered.
“Well your Mommy is very beautiful I wouldn’t mind seeing her more often,” the man had a small smirk on his face when he was looking at Elle.
“Which one?” Lyra asked.
The man raised an eyebrow, “What one?”
“Yeah? They are both my mommies. Kiss,” Lyra ordered turning to her moms.
JJ put her arm around Elle, “We aren’t kissing honey come on go to the next house.”
“Sorry, I didn’t realise…”
“It’s fine,” Elle offered a small smile until Lyra took the lead running off to the next house.
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Winter:
Christmas Eve was a pretty big deal in their house, it wasn’t before Elle met JJ but ever since she had Christmas Eve was just as important as Christmas Day.
One of JJ’s favourite things about Christmas was getting to make Christmas Eve boxes for them all. She enjoyed having a day off work with Elle and going to department stores to find cute matching pyjamas for the three of them, movies they could watch together and mugs for their hot chocolates. Elle just loved to see her this happy.
The family of three sat on the sofa snuggled into each other with many pillows and blankets watching the nightmare before Christmas.
“So Mommy, Santa Claus is definitely coming tonight yeah?” Lyra asked looking up at Elle with her sparkling brown eyes.
“Yes baby, you’ll have lots and lots of presents to open,” Elle stroked her head.
“What? More than today’s box?!” Lyra gasped with a grin on her face.
“Yes you’ll have more presents than today, the Christmas Eve box is a few things I picked out for you they aren’t from Santa,” JJ explained.
“Thank you, Mama, I love us being matchy in comfy pyjamas,” Lyra cuddled into the side of her.
“I love it too princess,” JJ kissed the side of her head and smiled at Elle.
“When are you going to get married together?” Lyra asked playing with the edge of her blanket but also still focusing on the TV.
“Honey, we are married. We got married last year, you were our flower girl,” Elle told her.
“Really? When I was two?”
Elle nodded, “Yeah baby you don’t remember?”
“Not really,” Lyra pouted.
“That’s okay, me and Mommy can show you pictures sweetie,” JJ said.
“Hm kay, not now I getting sweepy and Santa Claus might be here soon,” Lyra spoke her eyes closing every couple of seconds.
“Who do you want to take you to bed?”
“Both you please,” Lyra gave both her mom’s cute wide puppy dog eyes.
“Of course sweetheart,” Elle stood from the sofa picking Lyra up. The small girl immediately threw her arms around her and clung to her like a koala.
The two women sat beside Lyra’s bed as she curled up in her princess duvet before they started their ‘goodnight routine’ which was saying I love you lots of times and big cuddles and kisses.
Once she was drifting off they turned on her night light and left the room with JJ’s arm around Elle’s waist and her hand resting on her hip.
“Excited for Christmas my love?” Elle asked after kissing JJ.
“I think it’s going to be snowing. Should we wrap the presents?”
“Probably if you want our daughter to have presents to open,” Elle laughed.
JJ looked into Elle’s eyes and placed her hands on her cheeks before leaning in a little, “I love you so much and I love it when you call her our daughter, I love spending my favourite holiday with you both,” JJ finished her mini speech with a small peck on Elles's lips.
“We both love you so much Jay even if you make us put the Christmas tree up in November,” Elle said before going to get the wrapping paper and tape.
At 6 am Lyra ran into her mom’s room and jumped onto the bed waking them up.
“It’s snowing, it’s snowing! Let's go outside!” She kept repeating until she got an answer.
“Honey, it’s only six in the morning, don’t you want to open your presents and have breakfast first?” Elle asked still with her eyes closed.
“No outside first please Mommy it’s going to melt,” the small girl pouted.
“We will go, give Mommy a couple more minutes I’m sure she’ll meet us outside with hot chocolate. Right, babe?” JJ said kissing Elle’s cheek.
“Mhm sounds like a plan, my love,” Elle curled back up in the duvet.
“That means you’ll have to get out of bed,” JJ ran her blunt fingernails up and down Elle’s back.
“Come onnnn,” Lyra whined.
“I’m coming sweetheart,” JJ slipped out of bed, “Go put your warmest coat on and don’t forget to get your hat, gloves and scarf we don’t want you getting sick.”
“Yes Mama, going,” Lyra said while running out of the room.
JJ went over to Elle’s side of the bed and kneeled next to her so they were at the same height, “You can have five minutes because you need to make the drinks and I know you won’t her out there longer than half an hour,” the blonde kissed her lips.
“Yes ma’am,” Elle mumbled.
JJ put on her warmest clothes with her coat and gloves before going to check that Lyra was ready.
The brunette girl was waiting by the door in her pink sparkly snow boots, purple hat with a Hello Kitty logo, black coat and pastel multicoloured scarf. She looked so adorable JJ had to take pictures of her.
The two had been building a snowman for 15 minutes when Elle finally appeared on the porch with 3 mugs of hot chocolate with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles on top.
“Oh don’t you both look adorable,” she said placing the drinks down.
“Put a coat on babe! You’re going to get ill,” JJ said looking at Elle in her dressing gown.
“I’m fine, the robe is fluffy,” She smiled sitting down and taking a sip of her hot chocolate.
“Look at my snowman Mommy,” Lyra pointed at the snowman that was around her height.
“Wow, honey did you do that yourself?”
“Uh huh Mama just helped shape him, he needs a scarf he gonna be cold,” Lyra frowned.
“He has to be cold Ly so he lives longer.”
“Oh, kayyy,” Lyra shivered, “I am cold now.”
“Do you want to go inside and open your presents,” JJ asked picking her up.
“Hmm, but I don’t want to leave Mr snow.”
“That’s okay we can look from the window.”
Lyra nodded, snuggling into JJ and closing her eyes until they reached the porch. Since it was cold out they decided to finish their hot chocolates inside.
After opening their presents, Elle and JJ helped Lyra set up her Barbie dream house she got and watched her play for most of the day. It was the perfect Christmas.
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Spring:
Easter wasn’t much of an important holiday to them but after hearing about it from her Nursery Lyra decided she wanted the family to go all out with taking part.
Elle had gone into the bureau early to finish up a piece of work and create a small easter egg hunt for Lyra. She knew her daughter would love doing it around their friends and she had approval from Hotch who had decided on doing the same for Jack.
Once the purple and green wrapped chocolate eggs were hidden around the office Elle texted JJ telling her that everything was set up.
Lyra and JJ arrived at the office and Elle was surprised to see Lyra was dressed up as a pink bunny.
“Oh, what’s this baby?” Elle laughed, her daughter looked adorable.
“I wanted to be a bunny! Cute?” Lyra grinned scrunching her nose.
Elle picked her up and kissed her nose, “The cutest bunny I’ve ever seen.”
“Do I get chocolate now?” Lyra asked grabbing strands of the waves in Elles's hair.
“I made you an easter egg hunt,” Elle told her.
“What that?”
“I’ve hidden eight purple eggs around the office do you think you can find them? Not the green ones you have to leave them.”
“Are they chocolate eggs?” Lyra’s eyes lit up.
“Mhm,” Elle hummed, “See if you can find them, if you can’t you can ask one of us to help you.”
Elle sat on her desk as Lyra ran off to find the eggs. JJ perched next to her, “She’s perfect.”
“I know, where did you find that bunny costume?” Elle laughed.
“In the back of the closet, I have no idea where it came from.”
Within a few minutes, Penelope appeared in front of the couple, “Lyra is wearing the easter costume I got her! Isn’t she the most perfect adorable squishy bunny in the world?!”
“Ah I should have known it was from you,” JJ laughed.
“Well duh! I’m the fun one,” Garcia motioned to herself with a little spin.
“She does look pretty cute,” Spencer said.
“We are amazing godparents!” Garcia said to him.
“Well I had no part in the costume but we sure are.”
“Spencie, can you help I can’t find some,” Lyra pouted.
“Your mommy hid them wouldn’t she be the best to ask?”
“But moms say you’re super smarttttt, You’ll know!”
Spencer blushes, “Oh well, yeah I can help, sure.”
“You should let her have a sleepover at mine, I’ll invite Spencer over she’d love it!” Penelope exclaimed.
“Sold, I want a night alone with my wife,” Elle said.
JJ rolled her eyes, “We will think about it, she’s still quite young for sleepovers.”
“They are her godparents what could go wrong?” Elle shrugged.
“Mommy I found them!” Lyra ran back with the eggs in her basket.
“Let’s count them,” JJ said.
“1…2…3,4…5,6… and 7,” Lyra said as JJ picked them out.
“You still have one more to find honey.”
“But I looked everywhere,” Lyra pouted with a little frown.
“Have you checked Mommy’s desk?” JJ asked.
“Not yet!” Lyra climbed under Elle’s desk.
“Darling please be careful you don’t hit your head,” Elle said.
“I found it!” she said climbing out from under the table and showing her moms and Penelope proudly.
“Well done baby,” Elle said in a baby voice.
Lyra giggled, “Wait! We lost Spencie.”
“Oh no, where did you leave him?” JJ asked.
“Ummm coffee machine I think,” the small brunette began to unwrap one of her chocolate eggs, “Can we go home soon? I wanna make bunny cookies.”
Elle nodded, “Yeah honey, just give me like 10 minutes okay? Jack will be here soon if you want to see him.”
“Not today. COOKIES!”
“I’ll take her to the car, you finish up,” JJ kissed Elle’s lips softly before picking Lyra up, “Come on princess.”
“No! I’m a bunny today not a princess,” Lyra whined putting her thumb in her mouth and resting her head on the blonde's shoulder.
“I think you’re a sleepy bunny,” Elle said stroking her hand down her daughter's back.
“If you wanted to be a bit longer I could take her home now. She could have a nap,” JJ asked Elle.
Elle looked at the pile of papers on her desk, “Yeah, I have my car here anyways. I’ll be about an hour.”
“Okay, I love you see you soon,” JJ leaned closer to her wife.
“I love you too,” Elle closed the gap kissing her.
“I’m home,” The brunette woman whispered but loud enough so JJ would be able to hear if she was downstairs and placed her keys on the table near the front door.
“Hi beautiful,” JJ wrapped her arms around her in the hallway.
They stayed hugging for a few moments but the conversation didn’t stop, “Is Ly still sleeping?”
“Yeah, she was so tired she fell asleep in the car on the way back.”
“Any reason why you’re so cuddly today?” Elle asked remembering how she woke up with JJ attached to her side cuddling her then as well.
“I just love you so much and I want to spend every second of every day loving you and cuddling you and kissing you,” JJ pulled back from the hug and looked into Elle’s eyes.
“I love you too Jay, more than you know. Did you get started on those cookies?”
“Kind of? Do you think she’ll be mad?”
Elle shook her head, “Doubtful she just wants to decorate them.”
“Wanna help finish making them?” JJ asked taking Elle’s hand in hers.
“Always,” Elle let her drag her into the kitchen.
Their baking was sidetracked after Elle flicked some of the flour out of the bowl that went over JJ’s clothes. At first, the younger woman was not exactly impressed nor happy but once Elle allowed her to do it back and it turned into a little food fight they were both laughing with each other which resulted in a make-out session with JJ on the kitchen counter until they heard on the baby monitor they still had that Lyra had woken up.
Elle helped JJ fix her shirt that she had started unbuttoning to get to her collarbone a few minutes ago and quickly wiped her lipstick that had smudged on both of their mouths as they heard little feet on the stairs.
Both of them were presentable by the time their daughter wandered into the kitchen with her thumb in her mouth and her blanket in her other hand.
“Did you sleep well, baby?” Elle said.
The child nodded, “Ready to do cookies.”
JJ looked at the timer on her phone, “They have five more minutes sweetheart.”
Once the timer went off and the cookies had cooled down the three of them all took a few cookies each other using small icing tubes to create patterns on easter eggs and easter bunnies.
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#tellthatbrookebitch#made this a while ago and never posted it#it makes me wanna CRY#stranger things#will byers#byler#bc i know y’all will appreciate it#text posts#ttbbpp#joyce byers#the byers family
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Ice cream parlor (December 2023)
#I made this months ago but never posted cause I wasn’t satisfied#then my teacher told me it had good color composition so I liked it more#still not satisfyed but it will probably be a while before I put out a full illustration again so#good omens#art#illustration#my art#aziraphale#crowley#ineffable husbands#good omens fanart
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