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[askmissmedda]

Happy Halloween Lovelies! The theater has sweets, buckets and everything of the sort! Stop on by <3

[janearts]

Roisia in her original Divinity: Original Sin build was a witch and witchcraft spells are a combination of D&D's Necromancy + Enchantment schools. I replicated that in-game and had a think about the… complications that might arise when Astarion realises that this unassuming woman has also been a bit of a deft hand at persuading, deceiving, and manipulating her targets too.

[heartorbit]

find another role, carry on the show

[transbiankitty]

[fattylime]

Blade of Frontiers [prints !!]

[hoe4hotchner]

oooo can we see Aaron hotchner x very rich non bau fem!reader ?

Cornucopia | [A.H]

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader CW: Fluff.

WC: 0.4k

           The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the sprawling estate. The mansion, nestled between manicured gardens and rolling lawns, exuded an air of timeless elegance. Inside, the grand dining room was transformed into a setting that could only be described as enchanting.

           You stood in the midst of it all, a vision of graceful precision. The promise you’d made to Hotch - keeping things simple - had not entirely been kept. The table was a masterpiece of floral arrangements and intricate decorations, a cornucopia of colors and textures that spoke of excess and a particular attention to detail.

           The long dining table, draped in a pristine white linen tablecloth, was adorned with an elaborate centerpiece of cascading flowers. Hues of deep burgundy, vibrant pinks, and soft ivory intertwined with lush greenery, creating a stunning tableau that drew the eye.

           Candles in crystal holders cast a soft, flickering light, adding a romantic glow to the room. Each place setting was carefully arranged with fine china, shining silverware, and crystal glasses that sparkled in the ambient light. The entire atmosphere was one of understated luxury, a reflection of your taste and wealth.

           Hotch was dressed in a sharp dark suit that contrasted with the luxurious white surroundings, he was taking in the scene with a mixture of awe and amusement. He knew you had a predisposition for the dramatic when it came to entertaining, but this was something beyond even his expectations.

           “Did you really need to go this far?” Hotch asked his tone light yet tinged with a hint of exasperation. He approached you with a teasing smile, his hand finding its way to the small of your back.

           You laughed softly, adjusting a particularly stubborn flower that seemed to lean too much to one side. “I may have gotten carried away,” you admitted with a playful wink. “But it’s not every day we get to host the team at the mansion. I wanted to make it special... And maybe one up Dave.” You giggled.

           Hotch shook his head, a fond smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “I knew you’d make it beautiful,” he said, his gaze sweeping over the room with genuine admiration. “It’s just... I didn’t expect this much.”

           “Well, I did promise to keep it simple,” you said, walking over to him and linking your arm with his. “But I couldn’t resist adding a few touches. It’s all in good fun.”

[cubbihue]

It would be nice to hear from Wanda and Cosmo! It is kind of nice that you guys have two children like your own family does. Are you two still close to your siblings? Wanda has a sibling and Cosmo also have a sibling just like Timmy and Peri. Do they share some sibling stories to your children?

Wanda and Cosmo both reconnected with their siblings shortly after having Peri. Or, well. More like Blonda reentered their lives once she realized she had a baby nephew. Eventually, they slowly patched things up the more Blonda came to visit Peri.

Schnozmo was dragged back kicking and screaming. Mama Cosma refuses to have her sons live estranged lives now that she has a grandchild in the picture. Schnozmo doesn't know how to handle children, but he's doing his best.

Peri likes Schnozmo because he makes silly noises and funny stories. But he prefers Blonda's theatrics much more and loves playing Dress Up with her.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

[julnites]

BG3 leyendeckers all together (commissions)

[thedemonofcat]

Don't get me wrong, I love the fics where Jaskier walks up to witchers and demands attention/protection.

But where are my fics where Geralt plops Jaskier in another witcher's camp with a list of care instructions and a promise to be back in a week?

I love this idea, and the detailed list of steps for taking care of Jaskier is impressive.

1. Make sure Jaskier gets at least three meals a day. Keep snacks handy, or he’ll end up chewing on random plants found along the way.

2. To ensure a better morning, Jaskier prefers sleeping in a tavern bed. If you're staying at one, make sure the bard gets to bed before midnight—watch out for encores.

3. When camping outdoors, give Jaskier the softer pillow for a more restful night.

4. Jaskier thrives on attention and conversation. Engage with him frequently, or he'll sulk. He loves telling stories, even if they're exaggerated—just play along.

5. Keep a close eye on him in crowds. He has a habit of causing trouble or flirting with the wrong people. If he starts a brawl, get him out of there quickly.

6. Don’t let him wander off alone—he has a knack for getting lost or into trouble. Always keep him within sight.

7. Jaskier might be immortal, but it’s best not to test that theory.

[becca-e-barnes]

I need more of needy Bucky who loses control from the feeling of being inside your pussy. I need him to fuck me like a rag doll and to carry me over his shoulder around the house like his personal flesh light.

Fuck, this has always been one of my very favourites to write. I really like to imagine that he struggles to last but he can keep going after he finishes 🙈 it's my lil filthy fantasy

But imagine spending the morning in bed with him. You both wake up around 6am and you spend the first little while just touching and chatting before a couple of hours of sex. Now it's maybe around 11am and after lying there together for a while, you're both in the mood for something to eat.

You pull a robe around you and that's just about as much as you manage before Bucky's scooped you up, carrying you to the kitchen.

"You don't need to carry me everywhere!" You tease, remembering that he'd carried you up the stairs to bed last night too.

"I know. But. Carrying you means. I. Can put you. Exactly. Where. I want you." He peppers kisses over your face and neck, tenderly capturing your bottom lip between his before he sets you up on the kitchen countertop.

There's no point arguing with him so you sit there quite happily. He makes up a quick pancake mix, washes some berries from the fridge, preps the coffee machine and sets the little dining table for the two of you.

Somewhere in between, you got a little distracted, perched on the counter scrolling on your phone. You hadn't noticed the way he's looking at you.

He's so caught up in the little things; the way the light hits your shoulder, the curve of your hips, the way the silhouette of your nipples are visible against the satin robe.

"Look at you, sitting there all sweet like your cunt isn't so fucking full of me."

That's got your attention.

You squirm a little, your body fluttering at how shamelessly vulgar he's being but nothing's stopping you from doing the same.

You spread your legs, exposing the slick mess coating your inner thighs. It's a mixture of your own arousal and Bucky's cum, dripping out of your sensitive cunt.

Your fingertips trail lazily over your exposed sex, your skin glistening in the natural light before you bring your fingers to your own lips, sucking them clean, giving him a little bit of a show.

"Tastes amazing, sweetheart." You groan, noticing the growing bulge in his thin pyjama bottoms. "But I lost track of how many times you came inside me this morning. You came so deep, most of your cum won't have dripped out yet. Bet I'm still totally stuffed full."

He sinks to his knees in no time, settling his head between your thighs, breathing in the faint smell of your arousal. His tongue presses flat to your sex, trailing from your hole to your clit and back, gathering as much of your combined release as possible.

He groans, low and pathetic, allowing his tongue to dip inside you as deep as he can bury it. He savours every drop of cum he earns back from your body.

When his tongue alone isn't enough, he slips a finger into you, followed quickly by a second, curling them against your sensitive inner wall.

"Bucky baby, please don't make me cum again." You groan, your fingers tangled in his dark hair but you know he's not giving you that choice. Not when his free hand is furiously stroking his own cock, desperate to ensure that when he's finished licking his cum out of you, he can flood your cunt with another load.

[askmissmedda]

It’s been a quiet day, very weird but I’m enjoying it. ^.^

I’ve also been debating on getting an animal. For myself, I mean-

[ireallyymissu]

let me ruin ur life pls <3

[flowerysubmissive]

Can you tell me what’s out of place~💕 🤭?

[madame-fear]

Imagine lucerys being betrothed to sunshine!reader😭💕 her parents meet with Rhaenyra when she becomes queen to arrange a marriage between lucerys and their youngest daughter, she’s just curious about everything because her parents never let her experience what her older sisters did because they sheltered her at a young girl age but she loves talking and making new friends. She’s so bubbly when greeting everyone like the Targaryens, and she’s not even scared of them because she believes that every one has kindness. And she’s so fascinated by dragons, she immediately comes to look at them and Arrax and Syrax actually like her and Rhaenyra just loves her because she’s kinda like the daughter she’s never had!!

AHHSHHSHD NONNIE thank you for feeding my mind with this !! i literally CAN’T get over this !! 😭

okay but literally imagine, I think everyone would be delighted by how bubbly & endearing you are. First thought I had beforefinishing to read the message, is that Rhaenyra would absolutely ADORE you the very second you greet her in a most respectful manner, with a wide toothy grin growing on your lips— it would take Nyra no time for her to treat you as her own daughter,, she would basically have you under her wing from that very moment.

Knowing that Luke is a little bit shy, I can picture him helplessly smiling at how lovely you simply are. Initially, he would be overwhelmed... But in a good way, of course! Much like his mother — and basically the rest of his family —, Luke would immediatly be swooped off his feet at the sight of, simply, how much of a kind young girl you are, and incredibly respectful as well to each one of his family members, and to him.

I can definitely see Lucerys offering you his arm to walk you around King’s Landing, or the Red Keep, for you to know your way around as you both gleefully chat. In a way, your personality wouod match perfectly with Luke’s— being the one to take him out of his shell, and swiftly improving his mood at the sight of your presence in the same room as he is in.

And since you have a great curiousity for dragons, and they have grown fond of you, perhaps even booping their snouts against your face playfully, Lucerys would take you to the dragonpit to greet them rather often. The way your eyes are simply impressed by the sight of these huge beasts is a loving sight to behold— and he’s most definitely the type to take you on dragonrides on whichever opportunity he has to do so; adoring the way your warm body eagerly holds him as the air delicately hits on your face whilst riding Arrax.

You are just perfect to be the Lady of the Tides, and I’m certain he would be thanking the Seven for gifting him such a wonderful little sunshine as his betrothed.

NONNIE THIS IS NOT ENOUGH,, I LITERALLY NEED TO WRITE A ONE-SHOT ABOUT THIS, WITH YOUR PERMISSION. 🙇‍♀️

[terven-queen]

To all trans men reading my blog out of hate/boredom/existential despair/curiosity/etc: I love you, I hope you have a good week, idk anything about y’all but wherever you are in life, I wish you healing. Please don’t believe any myth that radfems hate you: we don’t. We want to protect you and other female humans more than anything in this world. You deserve to be happy and I hope one day you are.

[hoe4hotchner]

I totally just burnt my ring finger lighting up a candle ;-;. Would you be writing a little something about Hotch taking care of the reader when she does likewise? <3

(Hope you feel better soon!)

In Gentle Hands | [A.H]

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader CW: Fluff, you burned your finger WC: 0.8k

           The sharp sting hit before you even realized what had happened. You dropped the match - thankful that it extinguished before hitting the counter - sucking in a quick breath as the flame caught the tip of your ring finger. "Ow!" you muttered under your breath, shaking your hand instinctively.

           You quickly blew out the candle, but the damage was done. The skin on your ring finger was already turning an angry red. You groaned, holding your hand up to inspect the small burn. The pain throbbed, a sharp reminder of your carelessness. You hadn’t meant to get distracted, but in your attempt to light the candle and tidy the coffee table at the same time, you had lost focus for just a second.

           "Everything okay?" Aaron’s voice floated from the other room, the usual warmth and concern evident even though he couldn’t see you.

           You winced. "Uh, yeah… kind of."

           Aaron appeared in the doorway almost immediately, his brow furrowed. His dark eyes scanned you for a moment, taking in the situation quickly. "What happened?"

           You sighed, showing him your finger. "I, uh… burnt my finger lighting a candle. Not my finest moment." You grinned a little awkwardly at the situation.

           Aaron stepped closer, his expression softening as he took your hand gently in his. He carefully examined the burn, his thumb brushing lightly against your uninjured fingers. "You should have been more careful," he said, though his tone was more affectionate than scolding.

           "I know, I know," you mumbled, feeling a bit embarrassed. "It was just a little mistake."

           Aaron smiled faintly and tugged you toward the kitchen. "Come on, we need to take care of that before it gets worse."

           You followed him, watching as he opened the freezer and grabbed a small ice pack. He wrapped it in a soft dish towel and handed it to you, his fingers brushing yours as he did. "Here, put this on it. It'll help with the pain."

           You did as he said, wincing slightly as the cool pack touched the burn. The relief was immediate, though, and you let out a quiet sigh of gratitude. "Thanks," you murmured, looking up at him.

           Aaron wasn’t done yet, though. He was already rifling through the first-aid kit he kept in one of the kitchen drawers. You watched as he grabbed some ointment and bandages, his movements quick and efficient. There was something so calming about the way Aaron handled things - always so steady, so sure, never overreacting. It made you feel safe, even in a moment as small as this one.

           Once he had everything, he sat down beside you, gently taking your hand again. "Let me see," he said softly, unwrapping the ice pack from your finger. He studied the burn for a moment before applying the ointment with careful precision, his fingers warm and steady against your skin.

           You couldn’t help but smile at the tenderness in his touch. "You know, for a big, tough FBI agent, you’re pretty good at this."

           He glanced up at you, the corner of his mouth quirking into a smile. "Comes with the job. I’ve had to patch up more than a few injuries over the years." You knew he was referring to Jack, but still smiled at his comment.

           "Right, because lighting candles is so dangerous."

           Aaron chuckled, the sound deep and warm. "You’d be surprised how often I see minor injuries like this," he teased, though his eyes were full of affection. He gently pressed a bandage over your finger, securing it in place. "There. All better."

           You flexed your hand carefully, feeling a bit ridiculous for needing this much attention over such a small burn. But at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel grateful. Aaron always knew how to make you feel taken care of, no matter how minor the issue was. "Thank you," you said softly, leaning in to press a light kiss to his cheek.

           Aaron's hand moved to rest on your lower back, pulling you closer. "You don’t have to thank me," he murmured. "Just promise me you’ll be more careful next time."

           You smiled, resting your head against his shoulder. "Promise."

           For a few moments, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, the warmth of his body against yours making you feel more at ease. The pain in your finger was already fading, replaced by the steady rhythm of his breathing and the soft hum of the kitchen around you.

           "You know," you said after a while, glancing up at him, "if this is the kind of treatment I get every time I get a little hurt, I might start lighting more candles."           

           Aaron chuckled, shaking his head. "Let’s not test that theory."

           You laughed too, the sound light and happy, as you snuggled closer into his side.