#seduction and destruction

[yourheartonfire]

Love this one. 😈 Thanks for the prompt!

CW: VERY unhealthy relationships. Threats of violence from a partner.

The hero's breath caught. Staring into the supervillain's eyes, it felt like their lungs had stopped, like there wasn't enough air in the room. The supervillain's lip curled.

"You're making a lot of assumptions," the hero finally managed to say. They stepped backwards, out from the supervillain's touch. The supervillain let them, arching an eyebrow, leaving that gloved hand floating in the air. "Not all of them are correct. Drink?"

Deliberately the hero turned their back and crossed to the little bar set up the supervillain kept in their study. There were three bottles of red - Very Nice, Very Nice, and Oh My God. The hero chose a Very Nice, held it label-out for the supervillain's approval.

Thank god, there was a flicker of amusement in the supervillain's eyes. "Is this some kind of final request?"

"I hope not," the hero said evenly, opening the bottle and putting the corkscrew back down on the marble counter with a loud click. "More like a bid for 20 minutes while this aerates."

The supervillain tsked as the hero poured for them both, leaned in far closer than necessary to take their glass. "I wouldn't assume you have that much time."

The hero tried not to clench their fist around the delicate wine stem, definitely did not look over at that corkscrew. Really what was a corkscrew going to do against supervillain? "I wasn't trying to seduce you into surrender. I have more respect for your willpower than that."

"Flattery?" Supervillain took a sip and put the glass down, boxing the hero in against the bar counter. "Disappointing. Get to your point."

The hero took a sip as well, trying not to notice the warmth of Supervillain's body so close to theirs. "You're not going to kill me because we're not done."

The supervillain traced a gloved finger across the hero's collar bone, edging under their shirt. "How are we not done?"

"See, I believe you knew all along what I wasn't," the hero said, trying to ignore that wandering hand. "But you haven't figured out who I am. You know I'm not here to spy. I'm not a thief, I'm not an assassin. This," they waved to the supervillain's fully suited visage, "this is the next round of the game, where you try to rattle me into giving something up." The hero took another sip and shrugged. "Pass."

The supervillain was fast when they wanted to be, faster than anyone that big should be. The next thing the hero knew they were spun around and slammed down over the counter, arm twisted at a painful angle behind them.

"You think so highly of yourself," the supervillain snarled in their ear. "You think I can't make you talk?"

"Probably. Almost certainly, if you want to just break me. If you're ready to admit defeat." The hero's whole arm was already going numb. "It's too bad. The sex was really good."

There was a long pause. And then the pressure on the hero's arm and shoulder dropped. They gasped in relief, sagged to the floor on shaky legs. The supervillain stood over them, face a rictus of anger and confusion.

"Who are you?" they cried. "What the hell game is this?"

The hero smiled faintly. "You may not love me. But God, do you love a puzzle."

The supervillain stared. Slowly they sank down to the hero's level, again reaching out to cradle the hero's face in their hand. That feral gleam, of the cat playing with mouse was back in their eye. "You're insane," they said wonderingly.

"Is that your new theory?"

The supervillain's smile turned toothier. Their grip tightened. "There are... other ways I can make you talk. Without breaking you."

The hero wrapped their arms around the supervillain's neck: the person whom - against all good sense and any self-preservation - they loved. "Now that," the hero said, "sounds like a challenge."

Prompt #3325

“I know you’ve been using me. I’ve known the whole time.”

“[Supervillain]-”

They laughed, drier than a desert. “The sex is good, [hero]. But not saving-the-city good. And certainly not turn-myself-in, give-up-my-plans good.” They strolled closer, hooked gloved fingers under their lover’s chin. Tilted their head up and leaned in close. “You would’ve had to have achieved love for that.”

[whositmcwhatsit]

Giving a him a mouth like that is a clear sign of premeditation, your honour

[whispersinthedawn]

Concealed in the Coriolis Ch 7

“First time I saw you, I thought you were a model,” Percy blurted out. “Models are – supremely attractive individuals people buy pictures of and would follow into danger simply because they crooked a finger.” 

What a convoluted way to admit to attraction – except Percy couldn’t make himself confess to something he’d never entertained. Oh, Apollo had been hot. 

But Annabeth and Rachel were hotter.  

“Sure, waking up from unconsciousness just to see your face would be terrifying, if you threw me on the ground, I’d probably break all the bones in my body, and if you tossed a hairbrush at me, you’d knock a hole in my head,” Percy kept talking and just talking despite the horror filling Coronis’s features.  

“I’ve never seen you fight, and you never stole a toothbrush for me or sent someone to medical with hives so I could go on a quest, but I’m certain you have your talents.”  

What talents did Apollo have again? 

“Like setting fires or speeding up vehicles,” Percy enthused. “Or ensuring that my arrows strike the target. No wait. That was Hera.” 

Or whatever they called her in the city with a name that resembled the Phlegethon that Percy had already forgotten except to note it was one of those self-aggrandizing, egoistic examples of aristocracy that culminated in changing perfectly normal names into some reflection of your own name.  

As if they were so terrified of being forgotten they needed to merge their legends with those of an entire city so that their shadow would endure for eternity. 

A crackling noise from the ceiling drew Percy’s attention upwards. Even as he watched, dust from dried mortar rained down and cracks appeared around a rectangular piece of the roof. Percy peered up at the spot, trying to figure out whether this was an extraordinary circumstance or if the entire roof was about to collapse on his head.  

The wooden tile dangled for a heartbeat, allowing a beam of sunlight to illuminate dust motes dancing in a column just an inch from Percy’s bare foot. Then the aged mortar gave up the fight and the wooden shingle collided with the horizontal rods forming a lattice below the ceiling, before crashing next to Percy’s foot and sending splinters and sunlight everywhere.    

‘Oh, just apologise and say you’ve hit your head and keep spouting the opposite of whatever you mean!’ Coronis pleaded, covering her face with her hands yet peeking out through the gaps between her fingers. 

“I mean,” Percy said hesitantly while staring at the drops of crimson blood beading up on the back of his hand, “You’re a wonderful healer. But is it really healing if you’re the reason the wounds were inflicted in the first place?” 

Another shingle fell to his left. 

“You didn't listen to the whole thing!” Percy tried instead. Apollo was the god of truth, wasn’t he? Perhaps he’d appreciate some unfiltered honesty instead of whatever unhinged narrative had escaped Percy’s mouth while trying to reach a compromise between the inevitability of crafting the future and the unwillingness to participate in that creation. 

“You and I – can create the best child ever!” 

Silence.  

“Wouldn’t it be wonderful?” Percy wheedled. “A child with your hair and my eyes? He’d inherit your skills at healing and be able to cure even death. And he’d inherit ... a love for mortality from me and use those talents to cheat death. And then get murdered in a very messy manner, but until then it would be a land with neither droughts nor floods!” 

‘Why?’ Coronis moaned. ‘Why would you say that?’ 

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[lokorum]

why asterion have these puppy dog eyes that can change into smirk at any minute 😭

unlawful. i want to punch him… i want to pet him

[seductive-suffering]

I’m soaked in the last moments of sorrow I can stand.

You filled me and the void in me.

I let you in and you took charge.

I gave you all of me.

You didn’t fight to stay and I’ll always miss you.

[fanficshiddles]

Seductively Destructive, Chapter 16 (Final Chapter)

In darkness, you're all around me I know our future, I feel your body

What if I told you that I planned this? What if I want to lose control? What if I take the blame and become the drug And dissolve as you swallow?

Loki was irritable as he waited at the airport with a few of his crew. Some fans approached him asking for autographs and pictures, he obliged but wasn’t smiling his usual smile in the photos for them. They did keep him distracted for a short while though.

He checked his phone for what felt like the hundredth time, hoping for a message from Erin that she was on her way or running late… But there was nothing. And it was just about to turn noon. He knew he wouldn’t be able to wait for much longer due to the flight leaving soon. They still had to get through security.

Though he’d been SO certain that Erin was going to come to him. He would’ve bet anything on it. He kept scanning the crowds of people that came through the main entrance, looking for any sign of her.

‘Come on, pet. I know you’ll make the right decision.’ He muttered under his breath.

-

Erin was visibly shaking as she stood outside the airport with her suitcase. She’d been stood there for nearly half an hour, trying to build up the courage to go inside. Or turn around and get a taxi back home…

She knew time was running out, she had to make a decision one way or another and stick to it.

Turning, she hailed the next taxi down.

‘Where to, love?’ The driver asked as he got out to take her suitcase, but she didn’t let go of it. ‘Are you wanting a lift or not?’ He asked.

‘I… No, sorry…’

The driver scoffed and got back in his car to wait for another passenger.

Erin turned back towards the airport and took a few steps forward, then stopped again. She took a deep breath.

‘Come on, you know you will regret it forever if you don’t… I love him. I do.’ She said to herself as she closed her eyes for a minute.

When she opened her eyes and tried to walk forward, her feet were stuck to the spot.

‘This is ridiculous… He won’t hurt me! Why am I so scared?’ She scolded herself. ‘Come on… come on.’

But then, she thought. The fact of how nervous she was feeling, was that maybe a sign? Perhaps her inner intuition was screaming at her to walk away. To go home.

Though the thought of that tore her heart into shreds…

Beneath all the pleasure, all you are is pain And you deserve every second of your suffering But yet I can't stop, crawling to your doorstep Every time you beckon I'm self destructing, trust in nothing Save me

As soon as Erin spotted Loki inside the airport, with a forced smile on his face as he just posed for some pictures with a few more fans, her heart began racing even faster. Even though she felt the pull already there and he hadn’t even looked at her or touched her yet, she found herself unable to move once more.

Loki looked up and a genuine smile spread across his face when he spotted her. Finally. His girl had come to him. Like he knew she would.

He pushed one of his crew mates out of the way and with large, purposeful strides he began stalking towards her.

Erin felt a mixture of emotions as she watched him come for her. But as he opened his arms wide when he was nearer, she broke and ran straight into his embrace.

Loki lifted her up and spun her around a few times, chuckling and she let out a giggle. Then he put her back down to her feet so he could hold the back of her head and kiss her on the lips firmly, taking her breath away.

‘God, I’ve missed you.’ He growled over her lips.

‘Me too.’ She whispered shakily.

Loki pulled her into him again and he buried his face into the top of her head as he held her so tightly. He could feel her trembling in his arms. But he had her. She was back in his arms, and he was never going to let her go again.

Against the wall, we fall from grace The pain we love is taking shape A burning lust to touch the flame Over and over again

[ofdreamsanddoodles]

also super funny to me is that kalego was like “asmodeus could really become a powerful demon if he stops obsessing over iruma so much” & then like half a year later they have to fight for a practical exam & azz is just like “I’M ONLY GOING TO USE MY FLAMES. NOTHING ELSE. AND THATS BECAUSE IRUMA SAID THEY WERE COOL.”

[anxiousgaypanicking]

in less nsfw news, I think a who framed Rodger rabbit AU with Emile as Rodger and Remy as Jessica would be really neat actually

i totally FORGOT I GOT THIS ASK

but i love this! who framed roger rabbit is unironically one of my favourite movies ever, and i think it works really well with this duo! maybe more with remy than with emile, but roger is a really hard character to connect with anyone because he's so looney yet so emotional and love-driven.

trying to pair other characters up with other sides is an even bigger challenge tho. who would be valiant? youd think one of the twins because his brother was murdered, but neither roman nor remus fit the cynical detective role.

anyway love this movie, it's my second favourite movie ever and i'm really happy to see it crossed over into a fandom i equally adore

[reflections-of-overclocks]

Yes, I do indeed promise!

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[qserasera]

ok the korean voicelines were missing from that light cone voiceover....the link went to the CN voiceovers

but Listen

those voiceovers were so not PG13 in any way shape or form

[seductive-suffering]

I could break down the moment of sadness with a carefully calculated moment I long for, I could curiously plot the outline of your body next to mine, I could silence this momentous longing to be tentatively within your grasp.

End the the world with a stolen glance.

Sadly, the ball is in your court

[fanficshiddles]

Seductively Destructive, Chapter 12

L: You have no idea how much I miss you already, pet. I’ll see you super soon. xxx

Erin’s heart hurt at reading the latest message from Loki. It had only been a week since she’d been back home after the tour, but she really missed him.

It was weird being back home, trying to adjust again. She had managed to get hold of a job at the local shop, so at least she had something to tide her over for now. Luckily they were looking for someone new to work for them and to start straight away.

Loki phoned her every day, sometimes twice a day. And they messaged a lot, too.

But it was weird, Erin felt… odd. She felt like she was coming out of some sort of trance or spell. Thinking back to a few things, she was starting to doubt whether their relationship together had been entirely healthy or not… Yet, her stomach leaped excitedly and her heart raced whenever he messaged or called.

Jane had been on holiday for the first week of Erin being back home. But when she got home too, Erin was so happy to see her best friend again.

They ordered takeaway that night and planned to watch a movie. Jane wanted to hear all about her journey on tour with Loki first though. Erin grabbed a hair bobble and tied her hair up in a bun before food arrived. Not thinking at all about the tattoo on her neck that Jane was yet to notice.

‘What is that?’ Jane squealed and rushed over towards her to get a look before she sat down.

‘Oh… Uh, a new tattoo. Got it at the same time as my dog one.’ Erin said, trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice, she knew what Jane would think of it.

‘Erin… Did you really want his name on you? Is it not a bit soon?’ Jane asked as Erin sat down next to her.

‘Nah, it’s not too soon. Course I wanted it.’ Erin tried to shrug it off.

‘And those photos too, I know you, Erin. You had no idea about them until I mentioned it, he didn’t even ask you about it. Did he?’

‘It’s fine, Jane. Everything is good. Seriously.’ Erin laughed a bit.

‘And I heard the rumours about you giving him a blowjob in the girls toilets in a club, and him fucking you in there too. For people to see.’

‘That was completely consensual!’ Erin said firmly, glaring at Jane.

‘That was? So, the other things weren’t?’ Jane said knowingly.

Erin opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say. She could feel herself slipping as her lip quivered and her eyes began to water.

‘It’s not… not like that. I love him. He loves me… But I… I was a little surprised with the tattoo, and the photos. But I like the tattoo, I think it looks cool and I have part of him with me all the time. Besides, he remembered me talking about old Sally once and remembered that I had said briefly I wanted her silhouette tattooed on me. He’s caring and considerate.’

‘Erin…’ Jane turned on the sofa and took her hand. ‘It sounds like he’s manipulated you in some situations. Were you comfortable doing the photoshoot even?’

‘Well I… Not at first, but I got better as it went on. And it gave me a confidence boost…’

Jane just gave her a look. And Erin broke down in tears.

‘Oh Erin, come here.’ She pulled Erin into a hug and tried to console her.

‘I feel conflicted… I love him, I love spending time with him. It was exciting and fun. I had the time of my life. And I actually enjoyed being his girl, the jealous fans. But I was the one all over him, the one that he picked… Yet there was just those one or two little times that I was a bit unsure. But that’s not a bad thing really, is it? The good outweighs the bad?’ Erin rambled and wiped her eyes.

Jane sighed and gave her another hug. ‘It might seem a few little things right now, but it might get worse as time goes on, become more. It’s manipulation, but that can grow into a lot more. It doesn’t sound like a very healthy relationship. I’m guessing there was a lot of alcohol and drugs in the mix, too?’

‘Some, but most nights I ended up going to the hotel room after the gig. Loki would join me at times too, so there wasn’t as much as you’d think. Honest. But we did go kinda hard the times we did.’ Erin leaned back against the sofa with a sigh, a few more tears rolled down her cheeks.

‘I don’t think he’s good for you, Erin. I know you had a great time, but maybe that’s all it should be. A one-off whirlwind romance of sex and partying.’

Erin tried not to cry anymore than she already had done. ‘I know… I know… But, it’s hard. The thought of not even speaking to him again. It’s like he’s a drug, I just can’t resist him. If he turned up on the doorstep right now, I’d be putty in his hands. I just want to be with him. Even if there are a few things that make me uneasy. Though now I’ve been away and back home for a week, it does feel like my head has cleared a little more.’

‘It will take time to get him out of your system, all the drugs and alcohol probably won’t have helped… Just, please be careful and take time to think about your future with him. But it really doesn’t sound healthy, Erin. I’m just saying that to look out for you. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.’

‘I know.’ Erin said quietly with a nod.

She was glad when their takeaway arrived, something else to focus on.

They talked a bit more about Loki and the tour afterwards. Though it did pain Erin thinking back to a lot of it, and thinking about whether she should end it completely with Loki or not. But she wasn’t sure if she would be able to do that…

‘For as iffy as the photoshoot was, not gonna lie, you were fucking smokin’ hot!’ Jane said.

Erin laughed a bit. ‘Thanks. I did feel it afterwards and looking at the photos.’

They talked for a good few hours before finally watching the film. Then before going to bed, Erin received a message from Loki.

‘Is it Loki?’ Jane asked, noticing the way Erin was just staring at her phone.

‘Yeah… I’m going to have to say something, aren’t I? Cause every time I speak to him or get a message from him, I slip back under his spell… I need time to breathe, to think properly.’

‘So just tell him that. Tell him the truth. That you need some breathing space for a little while.’

Erin let out a big breath and nodded.

So she went to her room and put a lot of thought into what she had to say to Loki. And it took her a long time to press send when she did write out what she wanted to say. She couldn’t stop crying again afterwards, her heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces.

E: Loki. I don’t even know where to begin with this really. But I need some time… Some space. I love you, I do. And I had the best time on tour with you. But I just need to think about things, have some breathing space. There were a few instances on tour that had me concerned, the tattoo and the photos... I felt that I was pressured, a bit, into them. That we should have talked more first about it. I just, don’t know how I am feeling. And I’m really sorry to be doing this. But please understand, I just need time to think. You’re like a drug to me, I can’t think straight when with you or talking to you. I need this breathing space for a while. I hope you understand… x

-

And I hate that I made you the enemy And I hate that your heart was the casualty Now, I hate that I need you

[girafficparka]

This is canon and I don’t care who says different.

I'm 99.999999% sure this would be the result if their ME2 Romance Scene came with a Renegade Interrupt. BTW I've discovered 'Draw you OTP'/'Imagine your OTP' prompts. Be afraid. Will share the original template eventually.

[plutonianeris]

Asteroid Narcissus and Celebrity examples (37117) 📸

Narcissus in the 1st House or Aries: Enigmatic allure, hypnotic eyes, an aura that draws people in, pride in appearance, head held high. Obsessed with self-image, reflecting confidence yet potentially masking inner insecurities. Constantly rechecking mirrors, enjoying attention, projecting a carefully crafted persona.

Narcissus in the 2nd House or Taurus: Attracted to luxury and fine aesthetics, designer clothes, and the latest fashion trends. Money spent on beauty treatments, feeling validated by possessions. Self-worth deeply tied to material symbols of success; valuing physical attractiveness as an asset. Desire for financial security often merges with indulgent spending habits.

Narcissus in the 3rd House or Gemini: Smooth talker, articulate with a hint of self-absorption. Seeks admiration in conversations, interested in how others perceive their intellect and charm. Known for flattering speech or poetic expressions, often captivating listeners. Easily lost in the allure of their own ideas and words.

Narcissus in the 4th House or Cancer: Home mirrors a sanctuary of beauty, meticulously decorated to reflect personal taste. Deep-seated need for familial admiration, sometimes idolized by family members. Can feel the need to uphold a perfect home or ideal family image, especially in public view. Nostalgia for one’s own past, with a tendency to romanticize memories.

Narcissus in the 5th House or Leo: Effervescent charm, creative expression in ways that showcase beauty and personal talent. Thrives on the adoration of audiences, captivated by the spotlight. The “star” among friends, radiant and seductive; loves playing a role that others admire. Could blur lines between true self and a perfected public persona.

Narcissus in the 6th House or Virgo: Prides themselves on physical upkeep and routines, possibly health-conscious to the extreme. Attractiveness linked to wellness habits, perhaps a bit critical of others’ habits. Enjoys receiving praise for work ethic or appearance in a work setting, often caught between personal standards and perfectionism.

Narcissus in the 7th House or Libra: Enamored by relationships that serve as mirrors, often drawn to partners who reflect or enhance their image. Tendency to idealize partners, seeking relationships that elevate self-worth. Known for a magnetic charm in relationships, but could struggle with seeing partners as individuals separate from themselves.

Narcissus in the 8th House or Scorpio: Fascinated by power dynamics in attraction, possibly drawn to taboo or mysterious allure. Can be entranced by their own depth and intensity, seeing themselves as uniquely captivating. May have transformative relationships where attraction is both magnetic and destructive, revealing hidden vulnerabilities.

Narcissus in the 9th House or Sagittarius: Pride in intellectual beauty and knowledge; finds joy in being seen as wise or culturally aware. Eager to display their ideals or philosophical outlook, often seeks to impress others through travel experiences or scholarly pursuits. Identifies with the allure of wisdom, sometimes favoring appearances over true depth.

Narcissus in the 10th House or Capricorn: Professionally polished, careful about public image, a face that stands out in a crowd. Drawn to careers that place them in the public eye, gaining admiration for achievements. Self-worth often hinges on career success and social status, with a constant drive to appear respectable and accomplished.

Narcissus in the 11th House or Aquarius: Social butterfly, alluring in friendships and social circles. Enjoys being the center of social gatherings, radiating confidence and style. Drawn to groups that elevate their self-image, sometimes seeking friendships with influential or attractive people. Believes in the value of connections and is highly conscious of their social reputation.

Narcissus in the 12th House or Pisces: Secret allure, a subtle charisma that draws others in without overt effort. Often introspective about their own charm, hiding both insecurities and dreams of greatness. May fantasize about a perfect self but hide it from the world, carrying a private connection to beauty and self-worth that is deeply personal and reflective.

Notable Celebrities and their Narcissus placement:

Kim Kardashian has Narcissus in Aquarius in the 2nd house.

Kourtney Kardashian has Narcissus in Aquarius in the 11th house.

Khloe Kardashian has Narcissus in Leo in the 7th house.

Kendall Jenner has Narcissus in Capricorn in the 9th house.

Kylie Jenner has Narcissus in Capricorn in the 1st house.

Kris Jenner has Narcissus in Sagittarius in the 3rd house.

Blake Lively Has Narcissus in Scorpio in the 3rd house.

Donald Trump has Narcissus in Taurus in the 9th house.

Ariana Grande has Narcissus in Sagittarius in the 11th house.

Taylor Swift has Narcissus in Scorpio in the 1st house.

Tyler The Creator has Narcissus in Sagittarius in the 4th house.

Demi Lovato also has Narcissus in Sagittarius in the 4th house.

Kamala Harris has Narcissus in Gemini in the 12th house.

Marilyn Monroe has Narcissus in Pisces in the 7th house.

Zendaya has Narcissus in Capricorn in the 11th house.

Justin Bieber has Narcissus in Capricorn in the 2nd house.

Selena Gomez has Narcissus in Sagittarius in the 5th house.

Drake has Narcissus in Libra in the 3rd house.

Marilyn Manson has Narcissus in Scorpio in the 3rd house.

Robert Pattinson has Narcissus in Libra in the 6th house.

Naomi Campbell has Narcissus in Scorpio in the 9th house.

Meghan Markle has Narcissus in Pisces in the 9th house.

John F Kennedy has Narcissus in Scorpio in the 2nd house.

Prince William has Narcissus in Taurus in the 4th house.

[lady-valtieri]

I really wanna do a character analysis about Astarion regarding something I've noticed, and that's the fact that (I believe) his approval is related to the fact that he's only familiar with cruelty.

From what I've noticed, he doesn't *really* object to a good character. He'll whine about the extra effort, but you can get his approval almost maxed without playing an evil Tav (I've done so). And I've noticed that he's neutral to a lot of the "I'll see what I can do" dialogue options. He only really opposes things when you make promises, and I think that's significant.

I think he doesn't like promising to help people not because he's selfish, but because what if you can't? What if you're just giving them false hope?

I've also wondered if he approves of the crueler, more deceptive options not because he's a evil man, but because it's familiar. It's safe. He knows the world is cruel. Cruelty is predicable. Kindness isn't.

I haven't gotten to the hug scene yet but I think the reaction we saw in the trailer confirms things, that Astarion is really thrown off by Tav being genuine and that he's not opposed to kindness or softness - he just isn't used to it. When was the last time someone wasn't trying to manipulate or control him? When was the last time that he wasn't trying to manipulate and control someone else?

I think his romance is very interesting because he's so flirty and cocky and confident at the start but that's because it's purely physical and seduction and sex are what he is good at. If you sleep with him before the tiefling party, and then at the party tell him that it should stay a one-time-thing, he's really quite heartbroken. He plays it off, of course, but there is hurt there, real hurt.

Idk, it's just cool to see a character who isn't reduced to being evil for the sake of it - it's more of a trauma response and a self-destructive attitude because destruction is familiar and Astarion is terrified of the unknown.

Just some thoughts.

[cookiekissers]

I won't be replying directly to this request because it was anonymous, but for the future please remember to send off anon if you want nsfw. I can't guarantee or verify your age because anyone can lie about their age when they're on anon!

🔥🔞[Short Spicy Fic + Burning Spice NSFT HCs]

You stare up at the towering giant of a Cookie looming over you. His hair was dark, long, and wild. He had a muscular build, strong arms, and a large, well-defined chest. The guy was stacked, especially in the chest region. It was impossible not to let your gaze wander down his form. Now, this was one handsome Cookie.

"You. Cookie. On your knees. Bow to the Great Destroyer!" Burning Spice Cookie commanded. You blinked in confusion.

During your travels through the sands of this land, you saw many statues dedicated to "The Great Destroyer." Though the Cookie was handsome, he didn't look anything like those giant, beastly statues.

You snickered playfully.

"Heh, really, you? The Beast of Destruction? You sure about that, handsome?" You tease.

You opened your mouth to fire another flirtatious comment at the stranger when he suddenly lifted you by your hips and slammed you against the steep rock wall, knocking the breath from your lungs. Burning Spice's large, muscular body pressed up against you, caging you in with ease. He stared down at you, the heat in his eyes scorching you to your very core. You felt yourself flush, feeling as vulnerable as ever under his hungry gaze. Burning Spice growled low in his throat, his tongue swiping over his lips, eyeing you with a growing lust.

"Very brave of you to speak to me that way, little Cookie." He commended. "But I'll show you what the Beast of Destruction is capable of and why I earned that title." Burning Spice grinned. His voice turned husky, his words full of promise. You gulped, trying desperately not to fidget. Burning Spice leaned forward, capturing your lips roughly. His hot kiss filled you with a fiery need as your tongue tingled and burned with a sweet, addicting heat. Your legs quickly wrapped around Burning Spice's waist, and he wasted no time grinding himself between your legs, his eagerness showing itself quickly.

You gasped as Burning Spice Cookie pulled away to focus on your neck, covering it in feverish kisses that leave behind a tingling sensation. It was one that you couldn't get enough of. His sharp, golden teeth sunk into your crispy dough, and a sudden yelp from you made him chuckle in triumph. The Beast's grinding had become quicker and more desperate. You hung on, your fingers tangling in his black locks as his teeth remained clamped on your throat. Slowly, you could feel something rubbing against you in Burning Spice Cookie's loose pants.

"The destruction I cause on Earthbread will be nothing compared to what I will do you, my little Cookie~" The Beast rumbled fervently.

You panted, your face flushed and your stomach tying itself in knots at Burning Spice's husky voice in your ear. The friction he was giving you only made you feel hotter, and your head spun.

Once he released your throat from his jaws to shove his tongue down your throat, you took the initiative. You wrapped your arms around his neck eagerly, surprising him with a steamy kiss of your own. Burning Spice Cookie wasn't rough in that moment, it almost seemed sweet the way he squeezed you tightly, kissing you deeply and grinding up against you. You drew back slightly, panting.

"Well then, go ahead. Destroy me, Daddy,~" You purred seductively, teasing him further, your hands trailing over his chest and shoulders. Burning Spice Cookie grinned widely at the invitation, and he reached down and ripped your pants off your body.

🔥[HEAD CANONS]

You can't tell me after spending centuries locked in a magical prison he isn't going to be pent up and horny. Showing clear interest in him and teasing him is going to get you a one way ticket to pound town. Burning Spice won't even care if you two do it out in the open, he's horny and he wants you NOW.

Yeah, he would definitely fuck you in front of his spice army. Just to make sure that everyone knows that you're his.

I hc that the Beasts are much larger than the average Cookie, Burning Spice especially. And of course, being a big guy, his dick is huge lmao

Call him "Daddy" and he will go crazy. You won't be leaving him for a while or walking when its over.

He loves cumming inside and filling you over and over. He gets unexpectedly mushy and cuddly after a breeding session.

Burning Spice is the definition of Spicy. His internal temperature is far higher than the average Cookie's and his cum is no exception! It's hot, literally, but thankfully not hot enough to cause injury, but it does take a little bit to get used to.

I imagine him to be the type to be ok with a friends with benefits type of agreement, only to get needy for you frequently, and realize in the middle of fucking that he's balls deep in love with you hjghfjgf

He doesn't like anyone else touching what is his. Any Cookie tries to hit you up he's grabbing his axe and not holding anything back.

Loves biting you while he fucks you hard. Its one of his favourite things, and you will often be covered in bite marks.

When out in public, he will be his usual self. But when in private with you, the tiniest amount of his old self from before his corruption will come out. But these occasions are rare.

Burning Spice will probably prioritize his pleasure over your own, but he's not going to leave you unsatisfied.

He's a top/dom, and does not tolerate anything else. He likes having control over you during sex and enjoys ravaging you until you pass out.

Is lowkey a bit into degradation. Will call you a cumslut, boy toy, pet, daddy's dirty boy, daddy's cock slave, ect