#she did want to cuddle all night though and that was wonderful she purred and gave kisses and nestled against me she seemed really happy

[steampoweredstrawberry]

Finalized Wicket's adoption yesterday, which included updating her health stuff/spay/microchip/vaccines. I was like, okay, I remember how sluggish Hershey was after her spay, so I'll set Wicket up with a nice cozy space in the bedroom with all of her favorite blankets and fresh water and food and stuff so she can recover in peace.

Well, Wicket: Warrior Princess thought differently and has decided that this is business as usual, but in a onesie.

[codeopod]

The Hells dispersed into their tent and began dropping all their gear near respective beds and taking shots from the bottles Ashton managed to scavenge. Weariness and heartbreak had begun to give way to a delirious happiness at seeing their old friend return.

“Dorian! There’s someone else you have to meet!” Laudna flourished excitedly, “Oh Pâté!” She called.

Just over her shoulder a creature popped into existence, wobbling and flapping the bat-like wings that barely kept it aloft. “Yes mum watcha’ need?”

Dorian was taken aback. “Oh my god! He’s alive? He’s real? That’s a real-thing?!”

“Oh ‘ello Dory! ’s been a while.” The bird skull turned to address him.

“Dorian. It certainly has, wow, did you get…bigger?”

“He’s a bit bigger, yeah.” Imogen added, dropping her head over Laudnas shoulder.

“Oh an’ these two!” Pâté flapped out to turn and gesture at them. “They finally forked the meat pie-if you know what I mean-“

“Pâté! You crude little pest.”

“-‘ey lock me in ma’ house at night now, gets awful scary with the noises ‘ey-“

Laudna brought her hands together like she was swatting a bug midair and Pâté yelped as his form squisheed and burst into black goo. “That’s quite enough of that.”

“Oh, well-I, congratulations you two, if I am understanding his…way with words…correctly?”

“We’re datin’ yeah.” Imogen couldn’t help but laugh.

“That’s wonderful! Honestly I thought you’d been secretly together this whole time.”

“You’re not the first to say that, actually.”

“I also have a wolf in my chest! Would you like to meet him?” Laudna bounced excitedly towards Dorian, who scrambled backwards.

“A what?! I-um sure?”

Dorian watched helplessly as a massive wolf literally burst out of Laudna’s chest. He held his bladder but took several steps back to keep his shoes free of ichor. “Oh, wow-you weren’t kidding, that is a very large dog.”

The thing was half rotten and only really had fur along its head and spine. Ghostly glowing mist drifted around it and seeped from the gapping wounds in its side. It gnashed its teeth as it turned to look at him. It’s eyes glowed a sickly green that was almost hypnotizing, only breaking away when Imogen whistled and it bounded happily over to sit at her heel.

“That’s a good boy.” She cooed and rubbed at his ears.

Laudna echoed his praises. “His name is Caviar, isn’t he gorgeous?”

“He certainly…suits your style!”

Orym joined them then, watching Dorians expressions carefully. “Guys, maybe let’s save some excitement for the morning?”

“Rest does sound nice, though I may not sleep.” Dorian admitted his face darkening, “…not after seeing that!” He tried to spin it as a joke but Orym’s frown deepened.

“You can bunk with me -and Fearne- if you want?”

“…I will admit, I have missed our cuddle piles.” Dorian smiled softly. The two men stared at eachother for an extended moment while Imogen and Laudna looked between them.

Laudna snickered but Imogen’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she pressed into Laudna’s side. “Well then, are you ready for bed, baby?” She purred just loud enough to be overheard. “We can leave the boys to their…cuddlin’.”

Dorian choked out a cough, his cheeks darkening. Laudna melted, twirling her hair around a finger and smiling a dopey grin. “We can have our own cuddle pile.”

“Of course.” Imogen grinned before rocking up on her toes and pulling Laudna into a soft kiss. The hound at their side jumped to his feet and did an excited twirl, tail wagging as his master sighed happily.

“I-uh- we should just-“ Dorian sputtered. Orym resisted an eye roll but smiled fondly at the pair. “Yeah, let’s go find Fearne.”

“I heard we’re kissing?” Fearne popped up behind them with a wine bottle in her hand. “It’s about time!”

Orym groaned into his hands, face heating.

[mysticficti0n]

okay B honey I just got a cat (her names Peony my grans favourite flower) soooooo I was wondering if you could do like a small little thing about Y/n coming back home or whatever and she finds Tom cuddling with the cat which he usually complains about but he/she is curled up on his arm and he's resting his head on them half alseep

thank you baby 💕

Omg Peony is an adorable name! congrats on getting her, ofc I can do this!

You do love her

(all my attention will be back soon and and I'm beginning to write part two to Can't help but miss you but I'm taking time to do some request as I have so many and all you guys have such good ideas!)

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warnings- none just cute fluff with Tom!

words- 549

"yes of course.... look- I'm back home now can I call you tomorrow when I'll be at work and have all the papers and things?... thank you- bye" I sighed cutting the call with one of my clients who called me at exactly 4:59pm, I went to my door pushing the key through and clicking it open and stepping into my apartment, it was a cold day today and I could hear the heaters hum around the house, the tv was on but not loudly but another sound pushed through- snores

I slipped my heals off so I wouldn't wake up Tom, he told me he'd stay home while I went to work to 'keep an eye on the cat' which isn't the first time he's done it but she's not really a kitten anymore. I walked around the corner to find Tom curled up on the sofa resting his head on my cat who lay in his arm fast asleep too, I couldn't stop my heart exploding with cuteness, I ran to my room grabbing the camera and came back snapping a few pictures for my own enjoyment as this cat was usually the bane of Tom's life, every night he slept round (your cats name) would snuggle up to me on the bed meaning he couldn't reach me and if he did she'd hiss at him or when were making food- Tom being the chef himself hates her being within a few centimetres of the kitchen saying "she'll contaminate my cheese on toast Y/n!"

I walked to the back of the sofa, leaning over and pressing a small kiss to his cheek "Tom...I'm home" my hand rubbed down his shoulder making him stir, his brown eyes opened narrowly and a grin came across his face "hi"

"hi" he whispered back pushing his lips out for me to kiss which I didn't hesitate to "how are you?"

"I'm good, long day- you seem nice and cozy with your best friend don't you" I teased seeing the boy look to his arm and sigh "oh I hate this cat- she's so annoying- your cats broken..." I mocked in his voice "sure you hate her?"

"shut up will you, me and (your cats name) have a special bond now and it'll never be tainted" I hummed petting the soft fur covering her body

"so you're stealing my child?" he nodded lifting the cat from his arm to his chest as he lay on his back, the small girl opened her wide green eyes looking at Tom and purring "hey darling girl" I smiled petting her head

"hey no fair she get's darling girl and I just get my name!" the boy groaned "I like you better now darling girl" Tom mimicked petting her

"oh sorry do you want me to treat you like a cat?" he nodded with a dopey smile covering his face "you are such an idiot" I kissed his lips once more before going to change out my work clothes, I kept the door open and herd the small words of Tom

"see she's so mean to me, your the favourite- darling girl, we love her though right? yes we do" he laughed to himself and (your cats name) meows seemed to mean she agreed

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Admire: Part 2

A follow-up to Admire that takes place the following morning. NSFW.

Amelie Wildheart woke with a start.

I’m not at the Elfsong Tavern.

I’m not at home.

I’m not at Wildheart Manor.

I’m not in a tent.

OH.

She remembered the previous night---she and Rolan confessing their feelings, touching, cuddling, and then falling asleep I guess? Smiling, she stifled a giggle when she felt Rolan squeezing one of her breasts and grinding against her generous backside. His tail was wrapped around a plush thigh. Awww he’s still purring. That’s so cute. “Rolan?” She whispered. “Love?”

“Do I truly wake holding the woman of my dreams?” He murmured, the hand on her breast slipping lower to cup her soft lower belly. “Is she here, or am I dreaming of her again?”

Godsdamnit, why does he make me blush? “She’s here.” Amelie closed her eyes as her mouth quirked into a smile. “Though she’s frankly amazed that she slept like this.”

“Hmph. You’ll hear no complaints from me, my dear. Why, what do you normally sleep in?”

“Shirt and shorts. Nice and comfy.” That reminds me…I should grab a few more pairs of shorts from home. She rolled over to face him, and he pressed a slow, lazy kiss to her lips. “And you, Master of Ramazith’s Tower?” She teased, running a hand over the ridges on his bicep.

“Nothing if I can help it.” Rolan snarked as he brushed some of her dark ginger hair behind a pointed ear. His eyes left hers and instead focused on her ear. “M-may I?” Upon seeing her nod, his clawed fingers traced the shell of an ear. “So delicate and pretty---just like the rest of you, my love.”

Amelie let out a snort. “There is nothing about me that is delicate. Are you aware that one of Portyrs said I’m built like a brick outhouse?” Drunken twat yelled it in front of everyone at Mum’s nameday ball a few years ago. I ended up running up to my suite and crying for the rest of the night while Mum threatened every Portyr in attendance.

Not surprisingly to me at least, he rolled his eyes and kissed her briefly, the hand on her ear traveling down to her upper arm. “Tasteless swine.” He caressed her, humming thoughtfully. “No one should ever say that to a lady but especially not to you. You are…” The glint in his yellow eyes turned mischievous. “I could show you how lovely you are, darling, if you—”

Be bold and brave, Mia. She kissed him hard and tangled her fingers in his hair. Breathless when she broke the kiss, she nuzzled his nose. “I want you to show me everything. All of you.”

He laughed.

What is so funny?

“Greedy little thing.” He chuckled as he gently nudged her to lay flat on her back and slipped off her smalls. “You want everything?”

She nodded; golden eyes wide. Just. Fuck. Me. Already. Rolan. My. Love.

With a snap of his fingers, his own smalls were discarded. As he straddled her, his hands ran up and down her belly and sides, the look in eyes quickly filling with lust. “I will give you everything, sweetheart.”

A gasp escaped her as she felt the tip of his tail behind him tease her clit. “Oh gods…yes…please…more…”

“And you beg so prettily too! How wonderful.” He cupped one of her plush breasts and squeezed gently. “How many more sounds will I get out of you, hmm? Each one more delightful than the last.” Rolan leaned down and whispered into her ear, “Are you alright? Is it too much?”

Oh. My. Gods. Amelie chuckled a little as her long arms went around his neck and shoulders. “I’m fine, love.” Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Don’t you dare say it. “I just…I’m a bit nervous. Never done this before.” WHY DID YOU SAY IT?!?!?

“Fear not, my dear, because I’ve done considerable research on this very subject.”

Don’t giggle. Don’t giggle. She barely held in a giggle as she pulled him closer. “What on earth does that mean?”

“It means that I’ve read extensively—”

Her golden eyes were full of mirth. “Lots of smut then?”

He growled playfully and nipped an earlobe. “Hush you! It means your dashing gentleman should know how to please you.” Kissing his way down her body, he felt like he was in heaven. “How I have wanted this…yearned for it…to be able to worship and adore you…��� He’s touching me like he can’t get enough. Like he really does want this. Wants me. Sensing her tensing up, he stopped and glanced at her. “What’s wrong? Is it too much? We can slow down, darling—”

Amelie placed a finger to his lips. “Stop. It’s not too much. It’s just…you really want me? I know I’m not—”

“You’re the one I love---of course I want you! How could you think otherwise?!” He snapped. He then closed his eyes and shook his head. “Forgive me, the thought of you thinking you are not the loveliest person to ever exist is incredibly frustrating.” With a smirk, he sat on his haunches, a hand massaging a one of her plush thighs while his other hand stroked his oh goodness me are those ridges throbbing cock. “Do you not see what you do to me? One look from you sets me aflame.”

She placed one of her fair, freckled hands on his that rested on her thigh. “And one touch from me?”

“A balm to cool and comfort me…to let me know you’re still here. Now I do believe,” He gave her thigh a squeeze. “I promised to please you. Relax, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.” Before she knew it, he dove to the ginger curls at the apex of her thighs. He lapped at her, kissing and touching all of her within reach. “You are divine…perfect in every way…” He moaned. “What I dreamed of is nothing compared to the real you…”

“You dreamed about me?” Does he mean what I think he means? If he does, then that’s incredibly hot.

Nuzzling a thigh, he grinned. “Oh yes, sweetling. So many glorious fantasies…ones I hope we can share.” He turned to kiss one thigh and then the other. Oh gods there’s his tongue right on my—FUCKING HELLS!

“Rolan, gods please…” Without thinking, she reached for his horns and tugged slightly before letting go. “Oh my gods, I’m so sorry, love!”

“Damnit, woman---pull as much as you like. My hair as well. Whatever you need. After all, as your suitor and lover, I’m to see to all your wants and needs.” He smirked and then focused his attention back to her cunt.

Amelie attempted to roll her hips, but he stopped her.

“No, no…let me have my fun…” He muttered, his yellow eyes staring at hers with more than a little mischief in them. “Greedy little thing…”

She whined, her hands tugging on his hair. “Love…ah, don’t stop…”

He let out an annoyed huff and continued to feast on her, his clawed fingers gently caressing and squeezing her soft thighs.

Closing her eyes, Amelie felt her pleasure twist inside her, threatening to snap at any moment.

The next moment, in fact.

Rolan lapped at her release. “That’s it, sweetheart. That’s it. Such a good girl. So good for me.” He then moved over her and guided the head of his oh fuck me those are ridges cock towards her entrance. “You’re going to take me so well. My perfect, darling lady…”

Fucking hells. I’m done for.

She let out a frankly pathetic whine and yanked his face towards her, her lips colliding against his. “Rolan,” she breathed. “Please.”

“Please what, sweetling?” He demurred.

“Get inside me, for fu—AH!” Amelie realized quickly that his very very much ridged member was sliding into her, inch by torturous inch.

His head dropped to her shoulder. “You are so…fucking wet…better than anything I could’ve dreamt…better than any fantasy…” Rolan panted and then soon after bottomed out with a loud groan. “Perfect…simply perfect…” Pressing kisses to her shoulder and neck, he whispered, “Tell me when to move, my love…”

“You can move…gods, you’re big, love…” she breathlessly giggled, wrapping her long legs around his narrow waist. “And um, if you want to…come inside…you can…got a tea…from Halsin…” Now fucking rut into me faster, Rolan!!!

He barked a laugh. “Greedy little thing! Already knew you had my heart, did you? That I’d want you so soon? Greedy…greedy…” His thrusts grew faster by the second, and his tail wrapped around an ankle. “My greedy little Mia…”

Amelie squeezed her inner walls, causing him to moan wantonly. “I like being prepared…just in case…things went well…” Her hands roamed over his back. So many ridges. So sexy. He feels incredible. Never expected a wizard to be so strong, but I found one!

On one practically hard thrust, he moaned, “I do so love a woman who’s prepared. Good girl.” He could feel her climax quickly approaching as she gasped softly, whispering, “Come for me, dearest…come for me…” Unlike her first orgasm where it came slowly in waves, this one felt like something inside her snapped. As she panted, he pressed kisses along her jaw. “Good. So good. You feel magnificent, darling…”

All she managed to get out was a breathless, “R-Rolan,” before his narrow hips stuttered then stilled with a loud groan. As he spilled inside her, his body relaxed into hers. Her hands gently caressed his back, murmuring sweet nothings. He began to shift to roll off, but she shook her head. “Just a minute, love. Please.”

“As you wish,” he sighed, more than happy to rest on her. And he can’t keep a hand off my boob. He really likes those. Rolan then chuckled. “Gods, to think I still have to work today after doing this.”

She traced one of his ears and grinned. “You don’t necessarily have to work…”

He rolled his eyes. “Temptress. No, I must work. There’s so much to catalogue, experiments to conduct, studying the artillery…the shop! The bloody shop too!”

Okay, maybe less distractions and more offering assistance. Whether he’ll accept is another story. Before she could stop herself, she began to ramble. “I could stay and help if you want. I’m not sure what exactly all that entails, especially experiments, but I’d like to think I’m a fast learner—"

He silenced her with a quick kiss, then muttered a spell to clean them both, and stood. “Don’t you have a city to save, darling?” He teased but Amelie noticed something more---a look of fondness in his yellow eyes that made her feel unspeakably happy.

“I think I can spare a day to help you and have someone else take my place in the party.” But gods, the teasing from Astarion, Shadowheart, and Jaheira is going to be terrible. She rolled on her side to face him, covering herself with a blanket. “It’s not all saving the world, you know.”

Rolan barked a laugh. “Oh right yes, your ladyship! You must save all the puppies, orphans, and refugees as well!” He pulled on his smalls and trousers as she watched. How is he so good looking? How? “In all seriousness, while I could use your help, my love, please give me time to sort through things." Returning to bed, he sat and ran a hand through her hair. “That way, I can give you tasks I believe are suited to you. It must make sense…must be logical.”

“So not me trying to run alchemical experiments and possibly exploding?” She laughed softly. Yeah, that is a terrible idea.

He bent to kiss her head. “No. Gods, no. Despite that, you should…can you…stay today? You need your rest.” You can say that again. “Please?” He looks so cute and awkward and blushing. “I-I would appreciate the company.”

Amelie nodded and tipped her head to capture his lips in a slow kiss. No. Not now. Later, yes! She very reluctantly pulled away and smiled. “Of course, love.”

“Good, good.” He so awkwardly but CUTE pat her head before giving her one last kiss as he stood. “I bet you don’t even take time for yourself, darling.”

“I try to rotate everyone in and out of the party, so no one feels left out, but…” I’m always there. I’m always the lead. I’m always the one who makes all the decisions. “Not me, no.” Everyone relies on me. I can’t let them down. I can’t let Mum down. I can’t let Rolan down. If I do, then we become mind flayers, and the Absolute takes over the Sword Coast. I can’t…I must…

She had not realized her eyes had closed as her thoughts raced nor did she notice that Rolan, now dressed in his robes, was sitting next to her again and holding her hand. “Which is why you’re staying here. No companions to bother you.” He thought for a moment then grinned. “How about this, sweetling? I’ll make us some breakfast and then study the artillery in bed with you.”

“Lovely, but what am I to do?” she chuckled.

He kissed her knuckles then stood and headed towards the door. “Why, rest naked in my bed, of course!”

As if that’s the most obvious thing in the world. Sure is, love.

And yet, that is exactly how the day was spent.

Not that either of us minded.

[sarahrogersevans]

Bucky and his gf, reader are walking to a park and finds a little kitten alone with no mother around. they decided to keep it and raise it like their own kid. They name the cat alpine!

Wishes Really Can Come True- Bucky Barnes GF!xreader fan fic request

Summary: Y/N and Bucky were taking a walk one night and they find a kitten outside alone and they adopt it and name it Alpine

Warnings: none just a lot of cute comfort fluff, excitement, bit of angst about being a pet parent

~Y/N’s POV~

Bucky and I just had a really nice night out in town having dinner together at a really restaurant and after having a few really long hard weeks on missions we wanted to go do something fun. After dinner Bucky and I decided to go for a walk and we were heading to a park and on the way I looked up at the sky and saw how clear it was and I could see so many stars and I loved looking at the stars. Bucky had us sit on a nearby bench for a moment and he put his arm around me and pointed to some stars and said “here doll see that shape of stars right there? That’s the Big Dipper right there.” I loved how Bucky knew his constellations and I smiled at him as he pointed them out and then after a bit we continued our walk to the park we wanted to go to but then just before we got to the park I heard a small sound like a cat meowed. “Hey babe did you hear that Bucky?”

Bucky looked around and then we both heard it again and Bucky walked around and said “aww hey little one come here you it’s ok.. are you out here alone? Poor baby, hey Y/N I found a kitten over here.” I walked over to where Bucky was and he was holding the kitten in his arms and I smiled as Bucky looked so sweet with the kitten. “Is he or she alone out here babe?” He nodded his head and said “yea I couldn’t see any other cats around poor thing I’d hate to leave the little one here..” I petted the kitten and I smiled at it and I watched it rub against my hand and the kitten looked so happy and I knew we had to bring it home with us and we had actually been talking about having a pet at somepoint.

“Hey Bucky why don’t we take the little one home? I can tell he or she likes us, we were wanting a pet weren’t we?” He smiled and kissed my forehead gently bringing me closer to him as we held the kitten together and Bucky said “darling you are amazing this is why I love you, you have a good heart.” I looked at the little kitten and wondered what name to give and I looked at Bucky and said “babe what do you think we should name this baby it should be a cute name.”

Bucky smiled and looked at the kitten and said “hmm how about Alpine?” The kitten meowed softly and brushed up against him and I chuckled softly with a smile and said “Alpine, do you like that girl hmm?” She purred as I pet her and I nodded my head and we took Alpine home with us and on the way we stopped at a pet store to get some cat food and a bed and a small toy and when we got home we set up everything for Alpine though I could tell she was already attached to Bucky the way she would cuddle with him.

~Bucky’s POV~

I gave Alpine some food and water and watched her eat and I felt sad that she was probably starving outside poor thing but now that she was here with us I could tell she was a lot happier. Y/N came in the room to sit with me and she snuggled close to me laying her head on my shoulder and I put my arm around her and we just both watched Alpine and we were both so happy to be parents of a kitten we loved Alpine so much already like she was our own child, it’s like wishes really can come true.

Y/N smiled and said “remember in the morning we’ll go get Alpine checked out and get papers to adopt her and get her a collar I wanna make sure she’s ok.” I nodded my head and kissed Y/N softly and I said “don’t worry babe we’ll make sure Alpine is taken care of she’s in good hands with us aren’t ya Alpine?” She cozied up next to me and I pet her as we all relaxed on the couch together and in this moment we were so happy it’s like nothing else mattered except our family. “I love you and Alpine so much Y/N.” I said softly and I kissed Y/N gently and I held her close as we cuddled with Alpine letting her rest and Y/N laid on my chest and said “I love you both too my love.” She fell asleep on me and I could tell she was nervous about being a parent now so I stroked her hair softly and helped her relax as I drifted to a peaceful sleep as well.

Hi hun I hope you like this fic, I hope it’s close to what you wanted 🤗💙xx

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[edotvie]

BG3 Act 3 spoilers Content: Intimacy, pushing boundaries

They were the first ones back in their rooms at Elfsong Tavern. It had been another long day in the city, hunting down murder victims for their own safety and battling shapechangers on the streets. And while Astarion and Tav indeed were the first ones back in the rooms, they had also been the last ones out. While the suddenly pouring rain had helped to cleanse blood and dirt from their skin, they were also the only ones soaked down to the bone.

"Gods. I can't believe everyone else was not only out of the splash zone, but avoided the rain, too," moaned Tav, already undoing the wet, tangled knots that held her hair together.

"Perhaps a detour to the docks was a terrible idea after all," reasoned Astarion while running hands through his own curls, trying to stop the soppy mess they were attempting to turn into.

"That's on me for caving to you. Again. I craved a bath the moment we got covered in blood in the first place," she mused in return, "At least you're a master of hidnsight." Her tone was light and teasing.

"Alright! We're here now, aren't we? The maid will run us a bath and you can wrap yourself in a fluffy, warm towel for the rest of the night," he hurried to answer, "Now, if you don't mind, I'll go peel off these wet clothes."

There was something unexpected in Astarion's statement that had left Tav momentarily staring at him.

"Did you say 'us?' As in, run 'us' a bath," she repeated, trying to make sense of it.

The High Elf stopped and turned to face his lover. His lips were parted when he did, but he closed and reopened them once before he actually spoke.

"I may have," he managed, "If that's what you want, Darling."

"I do. But do you think it will be too much?" she admitted, eyes wide and open with caution. Astarion flashed her a smile.

"Only one way to find out, isn't there?"

While Astarion withdrew to hang up his wet clothes, Tav was left alone with her thoughts. The maid came in to prepare the tub, and while Tav waited, she considered what was to happen.

Some time ago, Astarion had decided he didn't want to be intimate, indefinitely. At least, not in the only way he knew how. They stopped having sex since, their relationship redefined with nightly cuddling and soft kisses instead. Though there had been touching, it really hadn't been sexual, and they'd even avoided nudity around one another just incase.

A bath together could be innocent, if one exercised caution. And while Tav craved for the experience, she couldn't help but wonder if it was for the right reasons. After all, the tension between them had built in the time they hadn't fallen victim to their carnal desires. If they got involved now, would all the progress with Astarion's recovery be lost?

Before she could come to a conclusion, the bath had already been prepared. There she was, taking off the damp shirt below her armor, as Astarion strode in to the sight of her.

"I seem to have entered at the right time to catch a wonderful show," he purred, startling Tav since she had a blinding shirt over her head. He chuckled and stepped closer, gentle hands grasping the hem of the garment to help remove it.

She watched him, as breathless as she was topless. Astarion tossed her shirt aside and caressed her jawline with a brush of his fingers.

"I'll wait for you in the tub," he murmured, parting from her slowly. Tav watched him undo the towel around his otherwise bare form. She did wonder if she should be staring, but it felt like she was the one now being given a show. There was no glance in her direction until Astarion had sunken into the tub. Leaning on its edge, he smiled at her with intentionally half lidded eyes.

"Well?"

Tav turned to free herself from her pants, an awkward slide since they, too, were still damp. She tossed them beside her discarded shirt and ran a hand through her tangled hair, then approached the tub on its way to building infamy.

She climbed in beside Astarion, sinking into the warm water with a delighted sigh. Immediately a redness formed over her skin from the pleasant heat.

"This is exactly what I needed," she practically moaned, leaning her skull against the edge in a restful position. The water shifted and a touch was placed on her hip, causing Tav to lift her head suddenly.

"I almost forgot how beautiful you are," said Astarion, his eyes dark in the gentle candlelight. He hovered close to her, their bodies not quite touching, and brushed his lips against hers. It wasn't hungry, exactly. In fact it almost felt unsure, like he didn't know whether to add pressure or pull away. Tav was completely still beneath him, her heart beating faster by the moment.

"Would you like me to wash your back?" she spoke after a while, barely above a whisper. With all the uncertainty in the air, she felt it was best not to take chances. That meant keeping things more or less strictly 'business'.

"Yes," he answered after one moment more, eyes fixed on Tav's lips, "I'd like that."

He sat up and turned around, reaching for the soap and brush she'd have to use for scrubbing. Tav accepted and held both items with one hand while admiring the muscles of Astarion's back, the fingers of her other one reaching out to trace the lines of his scars.

At first she felt him tense, though not a word was said. Her touch was gentle and soothing, running over the raised marks and smooth skin alike. Though it felt as if he may relax into it with time, it also felt like another thing she needed permission for. So instead she stilled her hand, leaning in to peck him on the clear skin just above where the symbols ended.

Tav began running the bar of soap over the marble-white skin of her lover's back. He felt warmer to the touch than usual, the heat of the water raising his natural body temperature. The soap had a faint smell of thyme to it, a yellowish mixture left behind as it swiped over wet skin.

Astarion folded his arms over the edge of the tub and rested his head on top. His lower back was closer to the surface now, easier for Tav to reach as her ministrations slid downward. She ran the soap bar in circular motions, and after a moment, she heard a sigh.

"Enjoying yourself?" she asked with a smile in her voice, talking quietly as if to avoid disturbing the atmosphere. Astarion shifted under her touch, another noise of contentment his answer. He was being so adorable Tav could have scooped him up and eaten him.

She reached out to put away the bar of soap in favor of scrubbing him. This caused him to bristle at first until she lightened her touch. A fussy little thing, sure, but he was hers all the same. After finishing his back, she even made sure to lean in and place appreciative little kisses on his pointed ear.

"All done," she hummed to him.

Tav was forced to sit back when Astarion sat up properly. He turned to her and cupped the side of her neck, pulling her in close enough that her breaths touched his lips. The look on his face was stunning, almost sleepy with the momentary ease the bathing had weaved into him. Tav was at a loss for words, her lips parted uselessly.

"Your turn, Dove," he murmured at her, and her jaw clicked shut. She was grateful for the warmth of the tub since it masked the blush she would've sported either way. Astarion skillfully wrestled the brush from her hand before she had time to spare a thought to it, his hands softly guiding her to turn around. They met no resistance.

The slippery feeling of soap met her back and Tav leaned forward with a pleased noise. She used the edge of the tub as leverage much like Astarion had, her back an open playground for his care. It was surprisingly vulnerable, leaving herself blindly in his hands.

It didn't take long before she felt the distinct touch of his lips on her skin. It started from her shoulder and traveled down, occasional little pecks that were followed by soap being lathered over that spot. She huffed a happy little laugh at the affections, nuzzling her face into the crook of her arm.

The brush came afterward, harsh in comparison to the easy gliding of the soap. She made no complaint on her end, allowing Astarion to scrub her clean of the day's stresses with as much dedication as he liked. Of course he had to finish eventually, and the conclusion was highlighted by the sound of a wooden 'clack' as he placed the brush down on the side table.

Tav sat up, turning halfway to lay her lips against Astarion's. It was an efficient thanks, soft and quiet, perfect for the moment. And then she felt a tug on her hair, only slightly painful, but unexpected. It elicited a small grunt and she leaned back from her partner.

"I'm sorry," said Astarion hastily, withdrawing his hand from her hair, "I didn't realize how tangled it was. My fingers got caught."

"It didn't hurt, but, well. Admittedly, I'm a little embarrassed now," Tav laughed, averting her eyes. She felt his hand on her cheek and followed its guidance to meet his eyes.

"I have something that will help. Wait here."

The request was punctuated by a kiss on her forehead before Astarion was getting out of the tub. He dabbed himself dry half-heartedly before heading off into the direction of the beds, leaving Tav to wait on her own. She used the time to awkwardly try and undo some of those tangles with her fingers, but with her hair being wet, all they wanted to do in response was break.

A couple minutes later Astarion was already back, rounding the tub with a glass bottle in his hand. It was filled over halfway with something Tav didn't immediately recognize.

"Soak that lovely scalp first," he encouraged. She did as asked, briefly sinking her head in the water to dampen every remaining strand of hair. She was then guided to the edge of the tub, and heard the distinct sound of a bottle opening. The pleasant scent of vanilla filled the air, something Astarion may have well introduced to the concoction himself.

The cool feeling of an oily substance hit her scalp. She flinched at the initial touch, but was quickly soothed by Astarion running his fingers across her hair. There were pleasant shivers from how he gathered it into his hands and rubbed the "oil" over each strand. He had to pour more into his hand a few times, considering how long and thick Tav's hair was.

"Not that I don't enjoy how you wear your tresses, but have you ever considered cutting some of this off?" he asked in an exasperated manner while still working his magic. Tav chuckled and stole a slippery lock to twirl between her fingers.

"Every now and then, but I enjoy braiding it," she answered easily with a one-shouldered shrug, "I can pay you back for the soap."

"Conditioner, love. You needn't. I'll get you your own batch entirely so I won't run out in one wash."

Tav splashed a bit of water his way over the edge of the tub. Astarion flinched and glanced down at the damage done.

"Yes, when at a loss for an actual response, splash water at people like a child playing in the river. Of course," he chastised, though he'd have to get back in the tub soon anyway.

"It hasn't failed me yet," Tav stated with a grin on her face. His features quickly softened at the expression, hands releasing the long hair and letting it sink into the water. He hoisted himself over the edge, forcing Tav to move back quickly to avoid getting toppled by him.

"Hey!" she chuckled, almost indignant in her expression. Astarion smirked back at her.

"I thought you enjoyed having me on top of you, Sweet," he said playfully.

"You're impossible," she answered with poorly hidden joy in her voice.

They fell into a comfortable quiet shortly after. Both focused on lathering soap on their bodies and cleaning the parts of themselves there was no need for the other to help with. Tav washed the mysterious, good-smelling substance from her hair and marveled at the smooth feeling it left behind.

They climbed out of the tub one at a time, gathering their respective towels to dab and scrub themselves dry with. After finishing with his hair, Astarion wrapped the towel back around his waist, leaving the now messy locks to flop against his forehead.

Tav found herself staring once she'd caught sight of it. His hair, unstyled and damp, was cute in a different way to the usual manner it was done. Astarion always oiled and combed it back, likely thinking the curls too unruly otherwise. He hadn't seen them ever since turning into a Vampire spawn, of course, and Tav wondered if the habit had simply stuck through all those decades.

Their eyes met and she looked away to mask her staring. It was doubtful Astarion was fooled by such an amateur move. Barely a moment later he was crossing the distance to her, his hand slinking past her ear and to the wet hairs resting against her temple.

"I expect you're satisfied," he purred, leaning closer to her ear as he did, "Though I'm not certain I share in that feeling."

A pointed kiss where her ear and jawline met was the last word he gave before withdrawing toward the beds. Tav still felt her heart pounding in her chest, that devious little backstabber. The thoughts of Astarion lingered late into the night and bled into the following days. Sure, it didn't end up being too much for him, but poor Tav hadn't accounted for her own sanity in the slightest.

Still, even within the most outrageous of fantasies, a warmth lingered with every thought. It was a kind of closeness Astarion didn't know he could have until now. It was the kind they'd both craved for so long, and now it was theirs.

Nothing could take away those moments. And with every heartbeat drawing them closer to the end, they found more of themselves in one another.

[princesscolumbia]

Deviation - Chapter 8 - princesscolumbia - My Little Pony Generation 4: Equestria Girls (Cartoon 2013) [Archive of Our Own]

I continue to write fics that I want to see in the world, and they continue to wind up tackling pretty big issues and putting the characters through hell.

Yay! 😭

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Sunset had experienced many a morning after while serving as the Beloved Student of Princess Celestia, but it was never a welcome or pleasant thing. Verbal sparring while all the competitors were imbibing increasingly toxic levels of alcohol, getting into an argument with the princess (sometimes under their breaths, sometimes loud enough to be heard in Ponyville), then returning to her quarters angry and bitter did not make for a good following morning, no matter how gentle a hungover Celestia had tried to make it by raising the sun as slow as possible.

Waking up in a massive cuddle pile with her new pack-mates, however, was so wonderful, so revitalizing to her soul that she would gladly have dealt with every single one of her many and myriad Alpha traits just to enjoy a morning like this every so often. There were at least two sources of sleepy purring beside herself, and she couldn’t tell which Alpha or omega it was.

It hadn’t been without hiccups; partway through the night, she wasn’t exactly sure when, nearly the whole pack had been woken up by Rainbow Dash’s absolutely terrifying snore. A half-asleep Applejack curled around the omega, pinning her on her side so she couldn’t roll on her back and repeat the sound, followed by Fluttershy scooting in closer and wrapping her arms around both of the other girls. Rarity, Pinkie, and Sunset managed to nod off again after about a quarter-hour, Rainbow hadn’t woken for any of it.

As much as Sunset wanted to stay comfortably embedded in the warmth and comfort of her friend’s sleeping bodies, the demands of her bladder would not be denied now that her body was rousing properly. She began shifting limbs and Rarity rolled gently off the bed, the beta girl apparently also awake. They helped each other out of the bed and took turns using the en-suite bathroom before tiptoeing out of the room and closing the door quietly.

They made their way to the kitchen and found Celestia already pouring herself a cup of coffee. “Good morning, girls,” she said brightly, “Do you drink coffee, Rarity?” Celestia was already pouring Sunset a cup.

“Oh, that would be lovely, I am normally an absolute harridan before caffeine.”

Celestia chuckled, passing Sunset her mug and pulling another down in almost one smooth motion, “Luna is the same way, so we definitely keep plenty of coffee in the house. Milk or sugar?” she added as she poured.

“Yes, please, to both.” Rarity glanced curiously at Sunset, who was already sipping down her very much black coffee.

Sunset shrugged, “Lotta late nights preparing for finals at CSGU, I got used to taking it black ‘cause I was too impatient to trudge down to the palace kitchens for some milk. ‘sides, the royal chefs would have probably ambushed me and tried to make my coffee ‘gourmet’,” she intentionally mispronounced the Prench word as ‘goor-mett’, “And, frankly, I was too damn tired to wait 20 minutes for them to make me a damn cup of jo.” She took another pull at her coffee and stopped mid-sip, eyes shifting worriedly from Rarity over to Celestia. She swallowed and lowered her mug, “Ah…” She found herself at a loss, her brain catching up to the fact that she just revealed she’d spilled a pack secret against Celestia’s orders.

Celestia just grinned as she passed the requested beverage additives to Rarity, “This is as good a time as any to let you know the walls aren’t exactly soundproofed here. Luna and I could hear pretty much everything.”

Both Sunset and Rarity blushed, though the latter also tittered nervously. “Oh, um…I do hope…that is to say…”

Celestia smiled at the beta as she turned to the fridge, only barely paying attention to actions that were so habitual she performed them without conscious thought, “Don’t forget, I was the one who authored the bill in the National Alpha Council to destigmatize betas being full members of packs.”

Any response Rarity may have made was interrupted by Sunset nearly choking on her coffee. Celestia paused in her breakfast routine to make sure her daughter-in-all-but-name-and-saying-it-out-loud was okay. Rarity rubbed and lightly patted Sunset’s back with the hand not holding her mug.

Finally getting her physical reactions under control, Sunset put her mug down and wiped the back of her hand against her bottom lip to catch the little coffee that escaped while she coughed. “Two things,” she said croakily, “First, why would a beta not be allowed in a pack? Isn’t the whole job of an Alpha to guard the pack? If that doesn’t include betas it’d just be the few Alpha’s they get along with and their omegas…pretty small pack, really.” Celestia noticed Rarity start to practically glow at Sunset’s apparent shock regarding anti-beta prejudice but said nothing, knowing the girl would wave it off anyway. “Second,” Sunset continued, “And I say this having pretty much lived with your pony self nearly my whole life, you were in government?!”

Celestia noticed that Rarity seemed as caught off-guard as she was, “Why would that surprise you?” after the question, she finished fishing out her eggs from the fridge and grabbed a loaf of bread, carting them to the counter to make herself food. “Oh, and did you girls want anything? I’m mostly an eggs and toast girl, myself.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose…” tempered Rarity, “But I could go for a bagel, if you have one. If not, toast will do nicely, thank you.”

“Cel…goddess, I miss hay-bagels,” muttered Sunset under her breath. Celestia made a mental note to ask later what name the girl kept starting to say before switching to the more generic ‘goddess.’ “I’ll have eggs and toast, too. Oatmeal just doesn’t do it for me since I got here. …stupid predator’s body…” she groused, “And what I mean is this country doesn’t have a noble class, it was one of the first things I looked for when I found the library, I was trying to find out which family lines I needed to…ah,” she glanced sheepishly at Rarity, probably trying to guage how to explain her strategy of more or less schmoozing up to the right people to get what she wanted, “’Butter up’ to. How were you in the government if you aren’t appointed by a royal house or decree?”

“Oh, that’s…goodness, I hadn’t considered that.” Rarity trailed off and looked to Celestia with the request for help written all over her face.

Celestia happily broke out her metaphorical educator’s hat as she started preparing food for the three of them, “We actually were a collective of colonies of the crown before the War for Independence,” she began, “The first Colonial Alpha Counsel declared independence after the European powers kept trying to tax the colonies like crazy to fund their wars. There’s…a lot about that you won’t know about, it’s covered in 3rd-grade social studies, which you missed.” She winked at Sunset playfully as she set about cutting Rarity’s bagel for the toaster, “I’ll talk to Nagatha about some coursework to get you caught up on US history.”

Sunset’s head tilted in confusion at that, “’Yeoo-Ess,’” she said, somehow making two letters sound like a foreign word.

“Short for ‘United Sovereign Packlands, the U.S.P., or just ‘US’ for short.” Sunset gave a comprehending, silent ‘ah’ as she sipped her coffee. “The same group of Alphas who just bucked off a High Alpha didn’t want to submit to anyone else, either, plus the betas and omegas who fought alongside the Alphas didn’t want the old feudal system to continue, some of them had finally started building little business empires and they didn’t want an Alpha coming in to claim it, so they came up with a representative system. It’s full of compromises that have had to be amended over the last couple centuries and we have a long way to go before we get real equality, which is a partial answer to your question about betas. Historically, they’ve been marginalized due to Alphas constantly fighting over the top spots in a pack, even after nations got large enough that the old pack structure just started looking like tyranny. The Holocaust War was about betas trying to exterminate Alphas and omegas using eugenics and…other methods,” Sunset noticed Rarity grimacing at this, “Which only served to set back equal rights measures for betas by centuries.”

Sunset’s brow pinched together, “Oh…I get it. Back home we had a history of the pony races being very divided. Unicorns considered themselves superior so set things up so they’d be in charge and have all the power, the pegasi were basically a military state that liked to think they were better than any ground-bound pony, and the earth ponies got, well, kinda dumped on. The Hearth’s Warming story gets really dark the more you dig into it.”

“Hearth’s Warming?” interrupted Rarity, “What does the holiday have to do with how the races interacted?”

Sunset smiled, “I guess it would be pretty different here, since it’s not about the founding of the country…anyway, the three pony tribes used to fight all the time, but when you get down to it, the earth ponies were pretty much a slave class to the other two. They fled and then revolted when the unicorns and pegasi followed. If it weren’t for the windigoes giving them a reason to band together, they might have killed off pony-kind before Discord even got his chance a few years later.”

Celestia placed a plate in front of Sunset and Rarity, “That’s actually fairly similar to our own Hearth’s Warming origin; the Alphas, betas, and omegas were at war, then a plague hit and they had to stop fighting. A sage from each group each wound up contributing to find a cure.”

Sunset’s stomach growled at the sight of eggs and toast on her plate. As she grabbed the fork Celestia provided she chuckled, “I’m guessing the story is *very *romanticized?”

Celestia put her plate down on the breakfast bar and decided to eat standing up, “Just as I’m guessing ponies owning each other as slaves isn’t mentioned in a holiday play?”

Sunset saluted Celestia with her fork and popped a bite into her mouth. The principal took that as a cue to continue her impromptu civics lesson, “The representative system was intended to give everyone a voice and make sure nobody could abuse power, so three branches of government were set up and a document was drafted to outline the rights, liberties, freedoms, responsibilities, etcetera. The president is the Chief Executive…”

Sunset swallowed quickly, “Not ‘Alpha Supreme’ or something like that?”

Celestia chuckled, “Actually, Wheat Farmer wanted that title…”

Rarity gasped, “What?! A beta wanted to be called, ‘Alpha Supreme’?!”

The Pack Alpha chuckled, “Yes, there’s a lot that gets left out of the curriculum, there’s just so much history to cover and we’ve only got you as a student for just so long.” She sipped her own coffee and continued, “The president can pass or veto laws, but can’t propose any and can’t declare war. The Supreme Court was intended to be a court where packs could have final arbitration, but it became a balance to the president and congress and between the federal government and the packs.”

“The third branch of government is where things get a little tricky. It was originally just supposed to be a single governmental body where legislators gathered to propose new laws and do the managing of things, but the Alphas got a little nervous that they were being stripped of their traditional leadership role, so the congressional body was split between the National Alpha Counsel and the Parliament. Parliament is pretty much whoever gets elected by popular vote in their districts, and there’s a set number of people represented by each representative, so the size of Parliament can grow or shrink depending on the census.”

The three had eaten their food by this point, the two teens fidgeting with their mugs. Sunset was paying close attention, her voracious mind consuming the new knowledge as Rarity paid the attention of an interested student who’d heard it all before. Celestia took the last sip of her coffee, “Technically, all pack alphas are members of the Alpha Counsel, though that’s mostly on the state level.”

“Is a state like a province?” asked Sunset.

Celestia thought about this for a moment and nodded, “The first states were those original colonies I mentioned. Since they started out as colonies of different political powers in Europe, they all had different political affiliations and cultures and weren’t really interested in blending those, so they kept separate states, which have pack-lands that can cover counties or cities or even open wildlands. By the time the USP had been around for a century, the country had become a collective whole, even if there are enough differences from state to state that you can tell if you know the cultures of each state.”

She began stacking her dishes, which prompted the girls to do the same. As she took hers to the sink, she finished up her unexpected Saturday morning lecture, “Each Alpha takes a turn serving on their local Alpha Counsel, which elects an Alpha from their number to represent the local counsel on the state level, who then elects someone to represent the state on the federal level.” She took the plates from the girls as Sunset grabbed the coffee pot to refill her mug, and Rarity offered hers for a refill as well. She looked up to Celestia, who nodded and gestured to her mug with her head and shoulders on the counter, wordlessly confirming she wanted more, too. “Put on a new pot for Luna, please,” she said in quick aside. “A few years ago I finished up my time in the National Alpha Counsel.” Her face puckered in remembered frustration, “I don’t think I’d ever do that again. Your princess has my respect for running a federal-level shit-show. I can’t imagine having to do that day after day for…” she shuddered, “Centuries.”

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[deadlycupid]

all I’ve been dreaming of - taod modern au

a little heads up this is just a silly little idea I had in 2021 it’s in no way canon and just for the sake of this au and for the laughs

Tommy sat on his canopy bed, with one hand he was patting his black cat and with the other he scrolled through social media. His head bounced to the beat of the music. All in all he was very content with how the day played out. Later his boyfriend would visit him and they most likely would watch some movies until midnight and then Tommy would convince him to stay over for the night. So he couldn’t be happier.

That was until he heard the knocking on his door.

“Young Master, your mother awaits you in the dining room.”, George, David’s dad and housekeeper of Tommy’s family, said through the door. “Someone on the phone would like to talk to you.”

That was most likely his grandma. She usually called on the weekend to tell them “important information”.

That important information was usually how the weather was, what her neighbours did all week long and asking Tommy about his “little sweetheart”.

Who was also known as Nico, his boyfriend, who was anything but a little sweetheart. Yes, he was shorter than Tommy, but he was fierce. So little devil would have fitted him better but Tommy couldn’t tell that his grandma. Also Tommy highly doubted that she would call Nico a little devil. Though he had to admit that it would be funny.

“Thank you, George.”, Tommy answered and scratched Toska behind his ear once more, the place he liked it the most. Toska purred blissfully and rolled onto his back to straighten his legs. Then he sleepily yawned. Toska looked so cute, it almost made Tommy’s heart burst.

“I’ll be cuddling you even more when I’m back my cute monster bat.”, Tommy promised and got off of his bed. When he reached the door Toska meowed as if he was asking where Tommy was going.

“Don’t be sad. I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

In the dining room Tommy’s mother sat on the gigantic mahagoni table and listened to the person on the other side of the phone. Tommy cleared his throat to signal his mother that he was present. She looked up, her lips curled into a soft smile.

“Oh, Grace! Tommy just came down. I’m sure you want to talk to him”, Roxana said and held the phone in Tommy’s direction.

That was when Tommy realized who had called. It was his distant aunt from England, who Tommy had visited some years ago. His mood peaked immediately.

Aunt Grace was cool. She might be a Lady but she was also the kind of person to listen to Christmas songs in august, talk to her plants and watch anime until 1 am. She had taught Tommy a lot of things in that one year and showed him all the best places in England.

“Hello, Aunt Grace.”, Tommy said immediately switching to a British accent. That was one of the things he had learned or rather he had copied.

“Oh, Tommy! My boy, how are you doing? Are you still together with Nico? And how is David? You have to tell me everything?”

Tommy couldn’t help but laugh.

“Always one thing at the time. I’m fine. Yes, Nico and I are still together. We are actually meeting today. And David is doing fine, too.”, Tommy answered.

“That’s good to hear. I just talked with your mom about boring stuff. You know how she is. A lovely woman but always so concerned about everything.”

Tommy nodded his head even though Aunt Grace couldn’t see him. That might not have been the exact words he would use to describe his mother, but it was true.

For her the world could end any second. But Roxana was more than that and Tommy got to see those rare moments, thankfully. He wondered if being a lawyer made her this paranoid. Or if it was simply his mom’s personality.

“Anyway, we were just talking about you and if you would like to visit me this summer. How does that sound? I already told Roxana that you would love to come!“

“Oh my god! Are you joking? Of course I would like to visit you!” Tommy had never heard any better news. This day just kept getting better.

His mother smiled as she got up from the chair. “I’ll leave you two alone then,” she excused herself and left the room, probably going back to her office, looking over some of her case files.

It didn’t really matter because Tommy was already caught up in the wild stories his aunt told him. Half of the time he wasn’t sure if the things she told him actually happened but then again he didn’t care. It was always a lot of fun listening to the stories she told, so who cared if they weren’t real.

Time flew by so fast that he only got reminded that he had other plans when George knocked on the door and opened it.

“Young Master,” George informed him. “Nico has arrived.”

Nico slowly entered the room. He wore a black t-shirt with skulls over a red shirt and his long black hair was pulled back under a cap that he wore backwards. He shyly waved and Tommy couldn’t help but smile.

“Uhm aunt grace, Nico just arrived.” Nico’s eyes wides when he heard Tommy speak. “I’ll call back later, okay?”

Tommy’s British accent crumbled. Suddenly he was super aware of his voice.

“Oh, marvellous! Oh, I know, you can bring Nico with you this summer. I would love to meet your lover boy”, Aunt Grace exclaimed excitedly.

“Eh, yes, I’ll make sure to ask him.”

Tommy shrugged his shoulder in a what he hope apologizing way towards Nico, who just shook his head.

“I’m waiting in your room,” Nico mouthed and left the room. The big smile on his face didn’t escape Tommy. And he couldn’t stop wondering what made Nico so happy.

“We could order pizza and act like vampires on the phone. Oh, oh I know a location where I have to take you two! Nico will love it.“

Was she already planning their summer together?

“Sure. Uhm but I have to ask Nico first.“

This was already Tommy’s second attempt to politely end the phone call, but it seemed like his aunt didn’t understand the hint.

“Of course! Oh young love! What a bittersweet feeling! Take good care of it. You can lose it so easily. I once was in love with this-”

“I know, you told me that story already. You fell in love with this beautiful woman, who left you for a man and her duties.“

Tommy had to reach for drastic manners, his mother would be outraged if she knew how Tommy spoke to his aunt.

“Ah, I’m stopping you from snogging with your boy, aren’t I? Then go, Tommy. But don’t forget to ask him and call me back.“

Tommy’s cheeks burned up upon hearing what Garde said.

“Yeah, I will. Goodbye.”

“Bye, Tommy! Love you!”

He said love you back but all he could hear from the speakers were the steady tut tut.

He laid the phone back down on the table and took a few deep breaths. Then he hurried through the corridors and stairwells back to his room.

When he opened the door his eyes instantly spotted Nico and Toska curled up next to each other on his bed cuddling.

“So you found someone else to cuddle with, huh”, Tommy said, not sure who his comment was meant for. Because honestly he wasn’t sure of whom he was more jealous right now.

Nico looked up and his cap fell off his head and onto the bed. His hair was a mess but all Tommy wanted to do was to mess it up even more, to run his hands through Nico’s hair and to curl it around his fingers.

“So uhm when were you going to tell me that you can speak with a British accent?” Nico asked with a smirk on his face.

Tommy frowned.

“Never,” he stated but even he could tell that it sounded more like a question.

Tommy wasn’t sure if Nico liked the accent or if he was going to make fun of him. He couldn’t read his body language, not like he usual could and that made him cautious.

“God, Tommy! You’re going to be the death of me!”

“I’d rather not have you die on me.”

Nico breathed in and shook his head.

“Just come here, before I lose my composure.”

Nico patted the space next to him on the bed as if it was his own. Cautiously Tommy crawled onto his bed and laid next to Nico. The later gently placed a hand on his arm and patted it lightly. Their heads laid next to each other and Tommy tuned to his side to face Nico. For a while neither of them said anything. They both embraced the comfortable and reassuring silence.

Eventually Toska would get up, disappointed that he wasn’t given any attention anymore, and lay down on the window sill where the sun tickled through the clouds and heated up the ground.

Nico moved his hand from Tommy’s arm to his face and in return Tommy placed his hand on Nico’s waist. It wasn’t Nico who initiated the kiss but he was the one who started trailing kisses along Tommy’s jaw up to his ear.

“You sound so hot when you speak with an accent,” Nico whispered into his ears. And Tommy swore that he had die then and there.

“Oh my! Nico! Stop, this is embarrassing!”

Tommy’s face was burning when he shoved Nico away from him but still held onto his shoulders.

“I’m sorry”, Nico softly spoke.

“But I think you should know, that it’s the truth.”

“I just can’t believe you just said that!”

“And I can’t believe that you kept that secret from me for so long! I can’t believe I was imagining you talking to me with a British accent when I could have had the original talk with one all the time. You were being really unfair.”

“Wait, you imagined me speaking to you with a British accent?” Tommy smirked, switching to his accent: “Was it turning you on, darling?”

Now it was Nico’s face that glowed bright red.

Oh, how the tables have turned.

Nico couldn’t escape Tommy’s eyes so he just stared back.

“And if it was so?”

Tommy rose his eyebrows and smirked. When he leaned back up to kiss Nico’s jaw, soft giggles escaped Nico’s lips. It was a sound so unusual and free that Tommy’s heart melted.

Nico rolled onto his back and pulled Tommy with him.

Tommy slowly worked his way up, kissed Nico’s cheek, every single one of his freckles and then lastly the tip of his nose.

“Stop, you’re literally going to kill me if you continue being so soft with me.” Nico hummed, his hand running through Tommy’s curls.

“Not going to happen.” Tommy said and kissed his boyfriend on the lips once more, softly and with all his love. Then he pulled away and laid back down again.

His hand found its way back to Nico’s waist where he traced mindless patterns into the fabric of his shirt.

“Would you like to come with me to England this summer?” Tommy asked, then focused onto Nico’s black eyes. They widened slightly when he mentioned England.

“Before you freak out, my aunt invited you. She really wants to meet you.”

Nico closed his eyes shortly and smiled.

“I would love to, Tommy. I really do.”

“But?”

“No, but. I’m just imagining you talking with your British accent all summer long.”

Tommy couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Oh, would you shut up about it already.”

Then suddenly Nico got up on his elbow, face close to Tommy’s, his long hair tickling his cheek. Nico bit his lip, a habit to hide his smile, that Tommy hated, but somehow still adored.

“Never.” Nico whispered, then he kissed him again.

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[llamagoddessofficial]

Stars, I just want to give moth Skull all the cuddles.

Do you have some soft Hcs for moth boys?

perhamps

Sans

His sleep pheromones, when used in small amounts, are great for soothing anxiety. When he sees Mc is anxious about something he likes to quietly help her feel better; one of the few things he does with no ulterior motive.

After he starts regularly interacting with Mc, he stops deliberately scaring children who get too close to the glass in his enclosure.

He’s been dropping hints to her that he understands more language than he lets on. He’s found it works for him to pretend he’s a dumb beast, he gets more food and is left alone... but recently he’s taken a shine to the idea of Mc knowing the truth. He might laugh at a joke she makes and enjoy her confused expression.

Underneath all those glossy colours, sly expressions and iridescent shines, Sans is actually deeply insecure that Mc is going to leave him. It’s why he’s trying to get her hooked on his calming sleep pheromones. She always comes back to his enclosure smelling of other large male moths and he knows there’s nothing he can do to chase her if she decides to stop working there, or focus her attention on the other moths instead of him... he's scared. Insecure and scared.

Just like how he soothes her anxieties, she unknowingly soothes his fears by returning every day without fail.

Red

If he did ever actually get her into his den when he was feeling crazy, he would literally just cuddle her. She thinks he wants to eat her or do other things but when he’s like that, he’s just obsessed with having something soft to play with.

They won’t be easy cuddles, though. He’s got a bunch of cuteness aggression that he wants to take out on her. Aggressive cuddling, squeezing and pinching, nuzzling that leaves her hair looking like she narrowly escaped a hurricane. He might bite her if she makes sounds he finds particularly unbearably cute.

He has the best nest-building skills out of all three moths. He’s just got a natural aptitude for making things comfortable- but that also gives them a degree of inescapability. He might (lovingly, of course) trap her in the blankets and see how long it takes her to escape.

If she’s exhausted from a tiring day wrangling massive moths, she might even just give up and fall asleep. You can imagine his joy.

She brings him interactive objects to fill his time, once she FINALLY gets the zoo to give her clearance for it. Contained marble puzzles, puzzle boxes, fidget toys and the like. It does wonders for his mental health.

Skull

Combine Skull’s realisation that he loves when Mc touches him with his lack of understanding of personal space, you get a touch-starved beast who reacts to ‘love me’ cravings by following Mc around like an expectant puppy, hovering with his face inches from her, loudly purring and staring unblinkingly until she relents and acknowledges him.

His ‘pet me’ enlightening coincides quite nicely with a ‘i want to pet her’ epiphany. Keep in mind how absolutely massive he is and you can see how, when Skull gets the cuddlebug there’s nothing on Earth that can stop him from getting his huge hands on her.

It can be intimidating for her; hes big enough to crush her. But he’s always gentle, he’s always practising being careful.

She brings in night lights for him, after she finds out he gets nightmares. Obviously he doesn’t have outlets in his enclosure, so she rotates them to charge them for him. His favourites are the glowsticks though... he likes to crack them and stuff them into the cracks and crevices of his den.

Speaking of his den... he’d eventually decide he wants to show her the interior. She feels rather honoured, considering how protective of his space he was when she first met him. He won’t let her leave until she takes one of the blankets with her.

Fun fact: the moths can all glow. Eyes of course, antennae a little, and certain patches on their wings- the pattern varies from moth to moth. It’s a hunting strategy.

[amerrierworld]

Swaddled

Summary: we interrupt your regularly scheduled fic-posting with some urgent soft!alcina 

Characters: Alcina Dimitrescu x gn!reader

Word Count: 1,409

Warnings: absolute tooth-rotting fluff (plus a hint of steam). featuring the (possibly canon??) long-haired Alcina :3

If there was anything you loved nearly as much as Alcina in Castle Dimitrescu, it was her bed. It was large enough to fit two of her with room to spare, and sleeping in it was comfortable beyond belief.

When you were buried beneath the covers and she came into the room, you had to make noise like a hiding kitten to alert her that you were hidden by the massive duvet, so she wouldn’t flop down on the mattress and accidentally squash you.

Alcina had now gotten accustomed to habitually turn back any covers on the beds or couches that she came across, just to double check.

On one such occasion she came into her bedroom and reached over to pull the blankets down, and a sudden, meek squeal of protest made her smile.

You were clinging to her pillows, swaddled in the covers, surrounded by Alcina’s musky, warm scent, and would not have woken up had it not been for the rush of cold air as your cocoon was unraveled. 

“Hello there, little dove,” Alcina whispered as your eyes opened and your face scrunched up, burrowing your head further into the pillow. “You slept through dinner again.”

You enjoyed taking a late afternoon nap, but sometimes when you slept in Alcina’s bed, you kept on dreaming for longer than intended. 

You sat up groggily, hair swept in all directions and watched as Alcina tugged off her gloves and began unpinning her hair from the tight up-do she wore underneath her wide-brimmed hat. 

“Are you hungry?” the giantess asked, sitting at her vanity and thoroughly removing her makeup. “I’ll fetch someone to bring dinner if you’d like.”

You shook your head, watching Alcina as you pressed back into the pillows, bare legs worming underneath the warm covers again. Everything in this room made Alcina look normal-sized, and made you seem like a small dwarf-like creature. All items, from the chairs to the bathroom sink, had been catered to her measurements. 

You preferred to use the regular-sized furniture and rooms in the castle simply for convenience, but when you had the chance, you would always choose Alcina’s bed over yours. Considering that she couldn’t cuddle in your bed like you could in hers, it made the most sense to you.

Long, black hair tumbled from her bun down her shoulders and back and you marveled at the sight. She had a few shorter pieces in the front that she curled and styled to stay in overnight, but tonight seemed rather relaxed, because she brushed through it and left it loose. 

“Is there still room for me there, little dove?” she teased as she walked over to the closet and pulled out a nightgown while gesturing towards the bed. You giggled and spread your limbs like a limp starfish, exclaiming,

“No! Sorry, your bed has been entirely occupied.”

“A shame,” she purred, changing from her creamy dress to an almost pure-white nightgown. Her heels came off and stayed by her vanity chair, and she patted barefoot over to you. “I’ll be forced to use whatever means necessary to reclaim my place.”

“Do whatever you will, I shall never move,” you declared, willing your limbs to stay still, iron-like.

“Whatever, you say?” she drawled, arms coming to plant beside your head, sinking deeper into the soft cushions of the pillows and mattress. You felt your face heat up in surprise as her locks tumbled down and brushed along your shoulders. 

“Perhaps I can be persuasive,” she whispered, full lips pressing against your temple. The smell of her was even stronger now, and you felt your senses tingle as her nose trailed down your face, along your cheekbone. Her larger mouth hovering over yours with a tantalizing smirk.

You felt your body rise as her lips began peppering soft kisses along your lips and chin, but you didn’t bring your arms up around her like you usually did. That made her hum in feigned annoyance, and she kissed your pulse point a bit harder.

Fangs scraped lightly along your skin and you gasped, but just a little.

“Hungry?” you asked, squeezing your eyes shut as a long tongue soothed the skin and suckled over your racing pulse.

“Hmm.. some other time, perhaps,” she replied. Her fingers reached down to your bare legs, the slightest of touches making you buck your hips.

“Come now, darling,” she cooed, her hands wandering and her mouth hot against your skin, “give up and let me ravish you.”

You giggled, and retorted, “never.”

The pillows were off the bed in a second, and suddenly your whole figure was shadowed by Alcina holding you down with the weight of her body. She kicked the duvet further down the bed, exposing your body. She pulled your legs apart,  thumbs rubbing over the inside of your thighs.

“Strong, but ever the fool,” she observed, your fingers grabbling the sheets to not pull her hands to where you were hot and needy. “I can tell you want it, sweetling.”

“Cruel,” you whined as her hands came off of your legs. You expected her to keep kissing you, to hold you down and whisper until you were melting and begging. But instead, her heavy warmth disappeared, and you cracked open an eye to see her sit at the foot of the bed, apparently ready to leave.

“Where are you going?” you asked, as she grabbed a silk robe to put over her nightgown.

“To find other accommodations for the night,” she said, “I’ve clearly lost this battle. You will never budge, it seems.”

Her tone was neutral, but you caught sight of her profile, framed by dark wavy locks, and her lips were pulled into a mischievous smirk.

“No,” you breathed, barely audible. Alcina turned her head away, pushing her arms into the sleeves of the robe.

“What was that?” she asked, but you both knew damn well she heard what you said.

“No!” this time you were the one who pounced, flying up to wrap your arms around her neck from behind before she could stand up.

Her laugh was melodic and soft as you clung to her, face burying in her sweet-smelling hair. 

“You’re mean,” you whined, “we were playing a game. You never sleep without me.”

Your lips pressed underneath her ear, nose worming through her hair and Alcina chuckled deeply.

“Of course we were playing a game, little dove. And now you’ve lost.”

You opened your mouth to retort but only a screech escaped you as Alcina stood, suddenly, lifting you up in the air while holding onto her neck. She plucked you off with flawless ease and then you were being cradled in her arms, her perfect smile showing perfect teeth, and you couldn’t bother being mad at her for tricking you.

“Fine,” you grumbled, crossing your arms, “but you have to make it up to me. I was actually gonna win against you for the first time ever had you not played tricks.”

“I always play tricks, darling,” she said, hands rubbing your form as she settled back against the pillows, you in her arms. You squirmed until she released you and you sat upon her middle staring up into those golden eyes with defiance written all over your face. 

“I suppose that’s true,” you grumbled, “though that doesn’t mean I have to enjoy it.”

She grinned again, her eyes crinkling. You wondered if she ever smiled this much before you had come to stay at Castle Dimitrescu. The thought made your heart beat a little faster. Then you wondered if her senses could pick up on that. Everything about her made you wonder.

“How does my sweet want to reconcile?” Alcina asked, one hand cupping the back of your neck. “I can’t have you stay angry at me forever.”

You raised yourself a little higher and climbed up a bit more so you could press your mouth against hers. Once she was delightfully distracted by your tongue twining with hers, your small hands wandered down to her breasts, running the fingertips over the tops that were exposed to your eyes.

Alcina’s breath came out in a soft, slow gasp, and you continued, pushing the robe off of her shoulders and then the silky straps down her arms, before you cupped them both in your hands, feeling stiff nipples as you sucked her lower lip with a grin.

“I can think of a few things,” you said.

A/N: and that concludes our very urgent announcement. back to business, everyone.

[cyberaxolotl]

y’know what i WILL write something quick and small about couples cuddling and i will either write it all in one go or forget about it forever in my drafts!!!

Quiet Night

Multi-ship fluff (Lottaham, Wigglefunny, Snorplo)

The stars shine bright across Snaxburg, sending beams of light down upon the tops of huts, only being shadowed by the large structures themselves. No trees to shadow over the town, only the towering silhouette of the Frosted Peak, which the moon sat across from. As the people in town settled down, and bugsnax around either went away for the night or just started to come out, all became still and silent.

So it is, the fire was soon doused, the grumps around it already partially dozing away. Shelda, in all her years, had gone to bed before the rest, leaving Filbo with Chandlo and Wambus.

“That’s it for tonight, everyone.” Filbo said, grabbing the pail of water he kept nearby. He splashed it purposefully in the direction where Shelda would have sat, not wanting to deal with the consequences of getting either of the other two soaked. “It’s about time for us to be in bed!” He added.

Chandlo yawned, his tusks glinting in the moonlight. “You’re right about that, dawg. Snorpy was in bed a few hours ago.” He stood up tiredly, stepping over the log he was sat on. “See you dawgs in the morning!” He exclaimed, though quietly, and then walked away.

“Hmh. Same goes to Triffy, she was probably off to bed quite a bit ago.” Wambus stood up, putting his hands on his back to crack it and relax after sitting still so long. “Night, Filbo.” With that, he walked away.

“Night~!” The lighter blue grump smiled, putting the pail down. He let out a yawn, then walked in the direction of his own hut, internally wondering which crochet frog he’d sleep with that night.

Wambus stepped into the doorway of his home, leaving his hat on a hook. “Triffy?” He asked quietly, looking at the bed. Triffany was in her usual spot, still as a stick, with her knees tucked up closer to her body. He couldn’t help but notice her in-ordinary expression, one of slight disdain. ‘She’s havin’ another nightmare…’ He thought, walking over.

He quickly found his way on the bed, shuffling up behind her. Gently as to not startle her awake, he put his arms around her, slipping one under her waist and the other over her. He started gently scratching the fluff of her collar, stroking her. “Yer okay, Triffy… Ain’t nothin’ here…”

“..!” He felt her take a sharp breath and jolt a little, before quickly relaxing. “Didn’t notice ya come in…” She said quietly.

“I wouldn’t dream of sleepin’ anywhere else.” He continued petting her fur, which she appreciated. “‘Nother nightmare?” He asked.

She sighed. “It’s that same one all the time recently. I’m starting to wonder if it’s some kinda prophecy…” She let out a small chuckle at the thought.

“Hmh, sure hope it ain’t, if it’s as bad as whatcha always tell me about…” He put his head over her shoulder, leaning closer to her.

“Ah, well, we don’t hafta worry about it now. Let’s just get back to sleep, yeah?” She accepted his closer embrace, shutting her eyes again. Wambus purred quietly as she did, slowly coming to stop petting her fluff.

In the house across from theirs, another pair of grumps were getting ready for bed. “You sure you wanna sleep here? It’s a small bed, and I wake up real early…” Gramble asked, sitting on his bed, fiddling with his hat in his hands.

“Gramble dear, we both wake up really early. If anything, it’ll be nice to wake up with you in my arms.” Wiggle looked over at him, digging through her bag. “Ah, here it is!” With that, she pulled out a blanket, one with little pompoms attached.

The rancher chuckled. “Alright, if you say so…” He accepted as she walked over, holding the blanket behind her like a cape. “Wah-!” He jumped when she jumped at him, grabbing him with the blanket and wrapping it around both him and herself. Given his small stature, he was wrapped around almost completely by her and the blanket.

“How’s this for a good position~? You, cradled around me, and this lovely blanket.” She pulled him up, getting his head closer to hers, and putting her arms more properly around him.

He let out a soft chuckle, smiling at her. “It’s perfect, Wiggle..!” He put his arms around her waist, bringing his head closer to the voluminous fluff of her chest.

“I’m glad. I’m hoping my presence will help with your sleep walking, keeping you here in my arms…” Wiggle’s voice trailed off, her curling around him. They felt warm in each other’s fur, like they were meant to be there together.

He purred softly. “I hope so too…” He mumbled out, then shut his eyes.

Once again, their neighbors were heading in for the night, one of them already long asleep.

Chandlo walked upstairs, his posture slack, a rare occurrence. He was immediately greeted by Snorpy’s bed, the inhabitants of which being, of course, asleep. Snorpy always went to bed at eight PM on the dot, no later, no earlier, and he also woke up exactly twelve hours later. Chandlo found the strict schedule impressive.

‘I gotta wonder how you stand to sleep like that…’ He walked up to the bedside and thought. Unlike him, his housemate slept in a very still position, his arms at his sides and his legs aligned with his hips. The green grump always slept entirely sprawled out. ‘Heh… Guess that’s part of the reason we don’t share a bed.’ He could picture himself accidentally throwing himself on top of the other, and he didn’t want to do that.

Aware of how light of a sleeper he was, Chandlo leaned down slowly, putting his hand on the bed frame to steady himself as he placed a small kiss on the other’s forehead. “Mmh… Chandlo..?” It seemed his gentle efforts were not enough, Snorpy’s eyes opening slightly, sounding groggy.

“Didn’t mean to wake you, Snorpdawg. Go back to sleep.” He smiled down at him, a little flustered to have been caught.

“What are you doing up at midnight..?” Somehow, he knew the exact time.

“I was just heading to bed, bro. You know I tend to stay up late.” Chandlo shrugged, glancing away.

“Mh, well, alright…” Snorpy, tired and groggy, didn’t question it further. He returned to his position, noticeably relaxing as he did.

‘He’s so cute…’ The athlete thought, then turned away, walking over to his own bed.

I am going to fall asleep too now goodnight reader

[holylulusworld]

Courting

Title: Courting

Square Filled for @spnabobingo​​​ (Round 6): Opposites attract

Ship: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester

Rating: Teen

Summary: When a tall and handsome alpha moves to town, you do something no one would expect from an omega.

Warnings: angst, pining, courting, shy reader, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, sick reader, cuddling & snuggling, fluff

Word Count: 2,1 k

A/N: I found a cute headcanon about an omega courting for her chosen alpha on @omegaversethings​​ and turned it into a fanfiction. Thank you again. <3

Divider by @firefly-graphics​​​​​

You always were a ‘classic’ omega. Meek, silent and shy. You never dared to talk to a foreign alpha let alone introduce yourself to one.

But here you are, offering the new alpha in your neighborhood a homemade cherry pie. You hope Dean, that’s the name of the alpha giving you sleepless nights, will like it.

“Hi, uh-erm,” you stammer, eyes glued to the ground. “I know how it feels to be new in town and the neighborhood. I made a cherry pie. If you don’t like it, it’s okay.” Before the alpha can say anything you push the container with the pie in his hands to run off.

“What?” puzzled Dean watches you run toward your house. His eyes dart from the pie in his hand back to you struggling to unlock your door. “She just brought me pie…awesome.”

The alpha strolls back inside his house, grinning as you baked him his favorite pie. “Love me some pie.”

Over the next week, you spied on your neighbor. You tried to talk to him again, to give him more gifts but you’re not the only unmated omega in your neighborhood.

Last week Lisa offered her help with decorating his house.

Three days ago, Cassie parade along the street, wearing a skirt leaving little to nothing to your imagination, and right now, Bela tries to hit on Dean, purring for him.

You hate omegas like them as they always get the alphas you like. Being a shy omega, plain and meek, means a disadvantage when it comes to courting for an alpha.

“Not again, Bela-“ you growl low in your throat, rummaging in a paper bag. You bought random things for your chosen alpha to impress and court for him. “This one is mine…”

“Hi,” you whimper catching the tall alpha’s scent. You can feel his intense gaze on you and the heat creeps into your cheeks. “I-I,” for a second you look up at the alpha, give him a soft smile before you place a pair of socks in his hands.

“Hi,” he says but you are halfway on your way toward your house, whimpering as you can still smell his scent linger on your clothes.

“What?” Dean stands outside of his home, looks at the socks in his hands, puzzled. 

“Do you want to finish the kitchen now or not?” Sam asks, poking his head out of the door. “Dean? Is something wrong?”

“Last week she brought me a cherry pie and ran off, today it’s socks, with pie on them,” Dean huffs. “What’s going on?”

Sam starts laughing, he even holds his stomach at his brother’s puzzled expression.

“Dean,” Sam rolls his eyes at his brother’s question. “Did you really not realize you are being courted?”

“I get the pie, but why socks, Sammy? And since when do omegas court for an alpha,” Dean sniffs at the socks, growling low in his throat when he catches your scent. 

“Some omegas do court for an alpha. I just never thought Y/N would do so. She seemed to be shy and meek,” Sam smirks when Dean presses the socks to his chest. “Maybe you should talk to her?”

“Why? I got pie and socks,” Dean grins. “I will just wait for her to come back. Maybe she makes me food too.”

Watching Lisa talk to the alpha again you growl low in your throat. You waited patiently for Dean to come home and now that woman is chatting him up again.

“He’s mine,” you mutter. “Get your hands off my alpha. Can you just not be all over my alpha, all of you.” your hands ball into fists when Lisa giggles and her hands grip one of the tall alpha’s biceps.

“Hi,” you shuffle from one foot to the other, offering the container with food to the tall alpha. You still don’t meet his eyes, not even when he clears his throat.

“You know, you could just talk to me, Y/N,” chewing on your lower lip you lift your head to glance at the tall alpha. You don’t know why he knows your name, but your heart began to race when he said it. “Hi, I’m Dean and I liked your pie. What did you bring me today?”

“Uh-steak and green beans. Potatoes and sauce. I-I wanted to bring you pie too, but I can only carry one container,” nervously babbling you hand Dean the food, ready to run off again.

“Why don’t we share the food?” he offers, smiling softly. “You gave me all those nice things and I would like to-“ you dash toward your house, unbeknownst Dean just wanted to invite you. 

Your heart races and your head starts to spin when you slam the door shut to sink to your knees. 

“He-he talked to me,” you whine, sniffing at your hand. Dean brushed his fingers over your skin, and you can still scent him. 

Another day passes when you sneak toward Dean’s house. Right, when you try to knock he opens the door, offering a soft smile again. 

“Hi, Y/N,” he says, and you whimper when he says your name. “The food was delicious but I would’ve liked to share it with you. Why don’t you come inside?”

“I-I got a pie for you,” looking at the container with another pie and another pair of socks on top you bite your lower lip. “I hope you’ll like it.”

You try to hand it to Dean to run away once again but he steps outside, cups your face with two fingers to force you to look up at him. “Omega, come inside,” he says, and your heart does somersaults. “I want to share the pie with you. And,” he dips his head to catch your scent, “I cooked. Thought I should invite you over.”

“Y-you cooked,” you squeak when Dean moves his hand to your neck to brush your scenting gland. “I-I don’t know if I should-“

“Come inside, omega,” he says, voice deeper now, more commanding. You immediately drop your gaze and nod silently, knowing he just used his alpha voice. “I want to get to know you better, sweetheart.”

“O-kay…”

After you had dinner with Dean, you decided to think about better gifts. You assume he tried to be friendly and pay you back for your food, but you want him to know you courted for him.

“What can I bring him next?” pinching the bridge of your nose you sigh deeply. “Maybe new socks – no, I already did twice. Underwear – too obvious. Oh, maybe a hairbrush.”

A knock brings you out of your thoughts. You slowly get up, wondering who knocks at your door on a Sunday evening.

Sighing deeply, you make your way to the door, opening it to find Dean on your doorstep.

“Hi,” you gasp when Dean offers you a book and a chocolate box. “I wanted to come over and thank you for the delicious pie and food, and I’m wearing your socks.” He points at his feet. 

“A-are you-“ biting your tongue you look at the gifts in Dean’s hands. “Are you courting for me, alpha?”

“Thought you’ll never ask,” Dean grins, stepping closer to catch your scent. “Can we go out? I’d like to invite you for dinner, Y/N.”

“You are courting for me,” your heart flutters when Dean hands you the gifts. “Yes, uh-please. I’d like to go out with you, Dean.”

“How about Saturday?” he asks, demanding an answer. The alpha makes his interest known when he looks at your mating gland. “Omega?”

“Yes, I got time,” you nod eagerly, gifts pressed tightly to your chest now. 

“Awesome. I’ll pick you up at six,” he says, giving you a once over before he nods to himself. “I’ll be seeing you, Y/N.”

When he turns to leave you must stop your heart from racing. You watch him waltz toward his house, giving you a little show when he purposely stops at his mailbox to raise to his full height and rolls his shoulders.

“Damn,” you bite your lower lip, squealing when he turns around to give you a wink. “He’s so tall and handsome…and cocky. Oh-God-where-did-I-get-myself-into?” you babble, walking back inside your house.

“Omega, Y/N? Did you change your mind?” Dean mutters, knocking at your door. “It’s quarter past six.”

“Hi,” you cough, barely finding the strength to hold the door open. “’m sorry but I don’t feel good.” you whine, hating you must turn Dean down. “I got a terrible cold and I’m freezing and I’m hot all the time.”

“Jesus,” Dean immediately scoops you into his arms to carry you toward your couch. He looks you all over, presses one large palm to your forehead. “You’re burning up, sweetheart. I’m gonna help you out of your sweaty clothes. You’ll have a hot bath while I get you something, okay.”

“Uh-“ you sigh, eyes fluttering close, “you can’t see me naked, Sir…” you drift into sleep, mumbling something about pancakes when you suddenly feel like you are floating on air. “Wait!”

“It’s okay, Y/N. I will prepare the bath and you can undress. I’ll just go back to my house and get something for you. ‘K?”

Humming you rest your head against Dean’s shoulder, let him carry you upstairs to look for your bedroom. 

“Where’s your bedroom?”

“Second room to the left,” you whine, nuzzling your face in Dean’s shoulder. “I can’t scent you.”

“You’re sick, sweetheart. Lemme just get you comfortable, Y/N,” he ushers inside your bedroom, carefully places you onto the bed before he looks for your bathroom, cursing as you almost roll off the bed. “Careful, omega. Hmm…guess I must stick around…”

Dean came back when you finally made it out of your bathtub.

You barely had the time to walk out of your bathroom when he stormed into your bedroom, blankets, pillows, and a few of his clothes tugged under one arm while he balanced a bowl of chicken soup with his other hand.

“I changed the sheets and tried to get you my clothes, blankets, and anything fluffy I could find at my place. It’s not much, though,” you purr when Dean puts everything on your bed to create a safe nest smelling like him. “Lie on the bed and I’ll help you get comfortable. I brought you chicken soup.”

“Soup? You made me soup?”

“Uh-I asked my mom how to make it,” Dean shrugs, explaining his mother always made chicken soup for him when he was a boy. “Now let me help you, Y/N.”

“You don’t have to, Dean,” you sigh, snuggling into one of his soft plaids. “Smells like you, I like it.”

“Yeah, everything smells like me,” he purrs, watching you relax on the nest he made for you. “You’ll smell like me too.” Dean hides he feels his heart swell when you rub his scent into your skin.

The primal part, his alpha purrs in delight, loves that you are covered with his clothes and scent.

“I’m so tired…”

“You need to eat something first, sweetheart,” Dean insists. He helps you sit while you claw at one of his shirts. You press the fabric to your nose, inhale his scent deeply, finally purring when he sits next to you to feed you with the soup.

“I wanna sleep, Dean,” you protest but Dean pushes the spoon carefully past your lips, smirking when you swallow the warm soup.

“Good, isn’t it?”

“Good,” you cough. “And tasty…”

“I got my stuff for the next few days. Food. Clothes. Toiletries and my phone and laptop. I can work from home and take care of you,” Dean explains, while he covers you with a warm blanket. 

You are wearing one of his plaids, and he can’t help the smile creep onto his face when you snatch another from the nest to cradle it in your arms.

“I called in sick,” you whisper, closing your eyes. 

“Good,” Dean crawls under the covers, not missing your breath hitches in your throat when he lies behind you to bring you in his arms. “I’m gonna take care of my omega.”

“Your omega?”

“Mine,” he kisses your mating gland, purring when you tilt your head to grant him more access. “When you are healthy again, I’m gonna take you out, or make you dinner, sweetheart.”

“I didn’t think I got a chance,” you mumble. “I’m shy and meek, you are so—” 

“I like you are shy and sweet,” he noses his way along your neck, breathing you in. “You smell so good, like – home.”

“Home,” you whisper happily. “You smell like safety and adventure at the same time. Musky and like a warm apple pie.”

“Did I tell you I loved your pie?” Dean licks his lips, “I love me some pie. My omega bakes the best pies in the world.”

“Your omega,” you hum, liking the sound of it…

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[luminnara]

God Damn, Shit Sucking Vampires | Poly lost boys x OC Chapter 7 18+ ONLY

HI SORRY FOR BEING SO SLOW!

Instead of a gif this time, I’ve got some art of Vera to share! By AmaAmaranth on twitter!

She looks so badass and it makes me so happy lol

Tags:  @americancowgirl19 @ilikechocolatemilkh​

Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8

Warnings for vampires doing their thing and nsfw

If Paul was a tornado, then Marko was a cyclone. He was just as insatiable--maybe even more, actually--and just as determined to taste every inch of Vera. He made a last minute decision to go to the beach instead of back to the cave, taking her to a nice secluded stretch of sand where they could enjoy the rest of their night without disruptions. 

“Oh, Marko,” she purred, tangling her fingers in his silky hair and giving it a tug. 

She pulled his face up from between her thighs and saw him licking his lips. He had been eating her out for several minutes and showed no desire to stop, his eyes yellow and his fangs already sharp and exposed. His mouth was sinfully talented, his tongue having already pulled a big, leg-shaking orgasm out of her. 

“Let me return the favor.”

Marko grinned, sitting back so that she could get up. Vera crawled across the sand towards him, unbuckling his chaps first and then his jeans. He bit his lip as he watched her, his cock already painfully hard, and the moment he felt her lips around it, he thought he might just die of pleasure. 

“Fuck, baby…” he moaned, grabbing a handful of her hair and guiding her head up and down. 

He was rougher than she imagined he might be...but then again, she should have known to be wary of his angelic face. With his hand in her hair, he rolled his hips into her mouth, shoving his cock down her throat and reveling at the sight of her as she looked up at him. He could feel blood dripping down his chin as he bit at his lip, practically gnawing on it as he tried not to lunge at her. She was so gorgeous, the way she stayed on her knees and took his entire cock into her throat, and fuck, he could smell her blood, so much blood...he wanted it, he wanted a taste, just one, fuck, he was going to lose it--

Vera could tell he was struggling to stay in control. She grinned around him, amused even as he forced her head down his length. She could tell that Marko wanted to pounce on her and sink his teeth into her flesh, but rather than just roll over and let him, she preferred to wait and see how long he could go before he totally lost it. So far, he was unraveling quickly, and it didn’t seem like she would have to do much more waiting. 

“Fuck!” He snarled, yanking her head up before she could make him cum.

His fangs were bared, his eyes wild, blood dripping down his chin. Without thinking, Vera crawled over him, their lips meeting in a kiss that left her hungry for more. The moment she tasted Marko’s blood, she could feel a rush of energy coursing through her body, and all she wanted to do was drown in the sweet, ruby liquid. It was morbid, but it was the truth; Vera was enthralled by the taste, obsessed with it, and, like many other vampires, she would have bathed in it if she could get enough of it into a tub all at once.

She sucked at the wound on his lip as she sank down onto his cock, moaning into his mouth as she felt him stretching her. Marko bucked his hips, wrapping his arms around her as he thrusted up into her, and they both soon found themselves lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, their heads swimming, their grunts and moans and sighs drowned out by the sound of the waves crashing against the sand. He dug his nails into her hips, leaving little crescent-shaped marks behind...until he truly lost himself and his fingers suddenly ended in claws, and he was doing his best to shred her flesh. 

The scent of blood was heavy in the air, and while Vera had had her fill of Marko’s, he still had yet to taste hers. He was impatient, and while Paul was more of a big rough puppy dog, Marko was purely dangerous, hungry and determined to get what he wanted. He sank his teeth into her throat, drinking greedily, completely taken by the rush of energy he received from her. Her blood was absolutely delicious, like nothing else he had ever tasted, and as he drank, he could feel her. He could feel all of her. Her hands on his skin, her mind against his own…she was there in her entirety, stalwart, strong, unmoved by the waves no matter how hard they crashed. Vera was like his rock, his weight, his anchor, keeping him in place. She was pain and she was pleasure. She was everything.

Mate. Pack.

Mate.

Mate mate mate mate mate--

His head was buzzing with an instinctual knowledge of what she was to him now, and just by sharing blood, he suddenly felt closer to her than anyone else in the world, even the other boys, if that was possible. He could feel all of their minds nudging his, eagerly checking in to see how things were going. Paul was elated, his mental voice loud and excited like it always was. David was pleased, though he was much calmer than Paul was, and Dwayne…

Dwayne was hungry. 

Marko could feel how impatient he was getting, and it surprised him. Dwayne was almost always in control of his emotions, aside from when a human managed to piss him off enough to deserve being torn in half. Now, he felt irritated and antsy, and Marko was glad that it would only be another night before his packmate had the chance to spend some alone time with Vera. 

That was another weird thing...he felt possessive of her, but not with them. He was never good at sharing, and he got in plenty of fights with Paul over weed and prey, but when it came to her...he was okay with handing her over to one of them. Because he trusted them, because they were all meant for her, too. But if anyone other than the boys tried to go after her...oh, he would rip their hands off. 

They stayed out there on the beach until the very first rays of sunlight started peeking up over the horizon. Vera was exhausted, laying at his side contentedly and dozing on and off. Marko could tell that the others were getting annoyed, David especially, and by the time the two returned to the cave, the boys were all over her.

Because they missed her that much.

“You took too long,” David growled, looking her over to make sure she was alright. His voice was stern, but not entirely angry, and when he saw how she looked, he backed off slightly. He couldn’t deny that she seemed happy, and when she was happy, he was happy. 

Vera held onto Marko’s arm, leaning against him slightly and looking up at him with those big, adoring eyes. He felt like he was melting whenever she did that, like his knees would give out at any moment. He had just spent the better part of a night with his cock buried inside of her, and yet she still managed to make him feel shy and vulnerable, and if he could, he would have blushed when she kissed his cheek and took David’s hand to go to bed. 

How did she manage that? How could she make him melt like candle wax, or ice cream on a hot summer night? She made him feel warm inside, in a way he hadn’t felt since he was still human. 

And that was a damn special thing for her to be able to do.

“So,” Paul slung his arm around Marko’s shoulders. “She’s good, huh?”

“Yeah,” the smaller vampire sighed. “Too good.”

-0-

Vera actually had a pleasant dream for once. 

Instead of stressful nightmares filled with pain and torture, she was blessed with a peaceful slumber, the kind that felt warm and inviting. For once, she didn’t want to wake up. For once, she felt completely safe and happy. Nothing could harm her. Nobody could get to her. 

Her night with Marko had left her feeling light and relaxed, and she went to bed safely cuddled up with David. He kept a tight hold on her, not wanting to let her shift away towards any of the others, but it seemed like his efforts were in vain when she found herself waking up in between Paul and Marko. They were both snoring softly and both seemingly determined to sleep in for as long as possible that evening, grunting when she tried to wriggle out of their grip. 

She ended up accidentally side stepping right into the one vampire she had yet to interact with very much:

Dwayne.

He was already awake, and when her back hit his chest, she suddenly heard a quiet, rumbly purring sound emanating from him. 

She turned to face him, slowly, cautiously. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Dwayne—she knew that he wouldn’t do anything unpredictable, and even if he did try to hurt her for some reason, she had three mates who would go to war if she asked them to. Dwayne was just big, and strong, and silent, and unlike the others, he hadn’t been making constant grabs at her. Compared to the way Paul and Marko fought for her attention, it just felt weird that Dwayne hadn’t even tried.

But now here he was, slowly, calmly moving to brush his nose over her head, taking in her scent as she inched closer. This would be Vera’s night with him, her chance to see if she really was the queen of their little pack, and assuming that all went well with Dwayne, she would probably be finally meeting Max afterwards. She would finally be catching a glimpse of the vampire who sired these four vicious, unruly boys. 

She would finally be part of the family.

“Good evening,” Dwayne said, chest rumbling. 

She let out a little involuntary sigh at the sound of his voice. It was deep and crunchy, no doubt due to the fact that he had just woken up, and she couldn’t deny that it had an effect on her. Even though she was the tiniest bit shy now that she was pressed up against him, Vera couldn’t help but lean into him, nuzzling up against his neck. He smelled wonderful and warm, his scent calming, just like the rest of him. 

“Sleep well?” He asked, his voice a deep rumble. 

“I did,” Vera sighed. 

“Good.” he brushed his nose through her hair as it hung in his face, inhaling her scent. “What would you like to do tonight?”

“I still haven’t gotten to check out a lot of the rides on the boardwalk,” Vera mused, leaning her cheek against his bare chest. 

“I’ll take you.”

“And I could go for a snack.”

“I’ll hunt for you.”

“A human snack.”

He gave her a confused look. “What else would we eat..?”

“Food? Human food?” She grinned. “C’mon, don’t you guys ever get pizza? Smear a little blood on it and it’s just divine.”

He couldn’t tell if she was joking or not. 

“The hell’re you two blabberin’ about?” Paul asked, still half asleep.

“Did someone say pizza?” Marko yawned. 

“See? I knew someone here liked it.” Vera laughed, twisting her head to look at them. 

“You haven’t had fresh pizza in years.” David spoke up, eyes still closed. 

“Define fresh,” Marko said. 

“We’re pizza enthusiasts.” Paul said. 

“These sewer rats pick it outta the garbage when they’re bored.” David drawled. 

“And it’s still good,” Paul said defensively. 

Vera wrinkled her nose. “Why don’t you ever just...buy it?”

“Because David says we don’t need it,” Paul said, jabbing the platinum blond.

“Because you don’t.” David growled.

“Yeah but it’s good,” Vera whined. 

He was no match for those big, pleading eyes, and he immediately relented. “....fine. But we hunt first.”

A short while later, Laddie was off with Star, and Vera was digging into the jugular of a guy who had dared to look at her funny. The sand was red with blood, the waves washing some of it away, and as the others tossed the bodies of their victims into a nearby bonfire, Vera sat down next to David.

“You alright, sweetheart?” He asked, lighting a cigarette. 

“I think so,” she said, mumbling a bit. 

David stuck his cigarette between his lips and took a drag, tugging her up against his side. “Sire bothering you tonight?”

“No.” She leaned her head on his shoulder. “Not yet. But, uh, speaking of sires…”

“Yes?”

“What’s Max like?”

David wrinkled his nose slightly. “You worried about him?”

“I might be.”

He sighed. “He’s...fine.”

“Just fine?” Vera asked nervously. “Is that good or bad?”

“What am I supposed to say? He’s my sire. He’s like an annoying father.”

“Were you his first one?” 

“Far as I know.” He shrugged. “If there were others, they died a long time before I came around.”

“Where are you from?”

“You’ve got a lotta questions tonight.”

“So? I’m allowed to be curious about the guy I’m spending eternity with, aren’t I?”

“Sounds less like curiosity and more like you’re terrified of Max. Are you so nervous that you’re trying to delay meeting him?”

“No!” She snapped.

“You are.” Dwayne appeared before her, a small smile on his face. He looked amused. 

It made her scowl.

“I don’t know why you guys think that. I’m not scared, I’m just...cautious.” Vera huffed. 

“It’ll be fine. Let’s go get you that pizza.” Dwayne said nonchalantly. 

“Pizza!” Paul shouted, tripping over himself as he and Marko raced towards the others. 

They skidded to a stop, falling in a tangle of limbs right in front of Vera. Their antics had her smiling, and all four vampires noticed, sharing smug glances with each other. They all wanted to see her happy, and they all noticed whenever she seemed stressed or down. Even though it had only been a few days since they met her, their bonds were already so strong and they already felt so close to her that they couldn’t stand the thought of her being upset.

“Then let’s go,” she said, allowing Dwayne to take her hand and pull her to her feet. 

When he swung her onto his back, she squealed in surprise, immediately locking her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He only laughed, trudging through the sand with the others as if he didn’t even notice her weight on him. And maybe he didn’t—after all, he was a big, strong vampire. He could carry a horse on his shoulders without struggling, and he knew because he had done it several times, back before cars were around. Vera felt like nothing in comparison. 

“Wait, wait,” Paul stopped walking, patting his jacket down as he searched for something. “Where the fuck—Marko, you got my weed?”

“No, but I got mine.” Marko pulled a squished-looking joint out of his pocket. 

“Angel of my life,” Paul gave a dramatic, relieved sigh and snatched it out of his hand. “Can’t have pizza without weed.”

“Definitely makes it more palatable,” David grumbled as he led them up to the boardwalk.

“You don’t like it?” Vera asked. 

“David doesn’t like any human food,” Marko said. 

“Why? Does it give you indigestion?”

Paul let out a loud laugh as he pulled a lighter out. “Probably.”

“No!” David snapped at him. “It just tastes like shit.” 

“That’s because you haven’t tried it my way,” Vera rolled her eyes. 

“And what exactly is your way, sweetheart?” David asked. 

“You just gotta add the right toppings,” She said as Paul lit the joint and handed it to her. 

She puffed on it, turning her head to exhale her smoke away from Dwayne’s face. A few nearby boardwalk-goers wrinkled their noses at her, looking thoroughly disgusted by the gang as they strode past. The boys only laughed at their expressions, Marko leering at them as he took the joint from Vera.

It was passed around as they walked, Dwayne letting go of one of her legs to take a hit when it was his turn. He was carrying her with such ease, as if she weighed absolutely nothing, and she knew that to him, that was pretty much true. If she tried, and if she wanted to, she could probably carry him just as easily. 

But she didn’t want to, because she would much rather be carried than do the carrying. 

“Hey!” A portly security guard stepped out in front of them. 

Paul quickly stashed the joint in his jacket, as if the guard wouldn’t be able to smell the hazy cloud of weed lingering around the group. 

“Haven’t we already spoken about this?” The security guard asked roughly. 

“Well, officer, I’m afraid I don’t recall,” David said, lip pulled up in a small sneer. 

The human narrowed his eyes at all of them. As far as he was concerned, they were just a gang of ne’er-do-wells, a bunch of kids who were never up to any good. He had been a security guard on the Santa Carla boardwalk for a number of years, and while it was a chaotic place full of transients who came and went, he could remember his job being far easier back before these boys showed up. It had been a few years--or was it longer? He couldn’t remember anymore, dammit-- since they first appeared, and he always ended up with a headache whenever they were around. They were just troublemakers, through and through, always getting in fights with other gangs, riding those loud bikes of theirs up and down the beach, breaking just about every rule they possibly could just for the fun of it. 

He supposed they weren’t completely at fault for the way they turned out. In a place like Santa Carla, where there was so much illicit activity going on, kids like them usually didn’t come from happy homes. He didn’t know where they came from, and he didn’t really care, but he did wish that whatever had happened to make them this way hadn’t so that he wouldn’t have to deal with The Lost Boys. 

The guard didn’t like interacting with them. They were rude, especially the leader. He always acted like he was better than everyone else, and he was always quick to get irritated whenever he was told to stop doing something. It seemed like tonight wasn’t any different, and after a few days off, Vernon was back to trying to keep the peace between these boys and the rest of the boardwalk. 

“No smoking on the boardwalk,” he said gruffly, glaring at the four of them. 

“Who’s smoking?” David asked, looking at the others in pretend shock. “Paul, are you smoking? On Vernon’s watch?”

“Me? Nah, no way!” Paul coughed, letting out a puff of smoke he had been holding in for significantly longer than any human should have been able to. He immediately socked Marko in the arm. “You’re not supposed to smoke on Vernon’s boardwalk, Marko!”

“Ow, hey!” Marko rubbed his arm, but before he could retaliate, Paul was already running. The two tore off in the direction they had all originally been heading, narrowly missing bystanders in their hurry to get away and smoke some more.

Vernon looked absolutely exhausted. 

Dwayne was silent, as always, staring him down with those dark eyes. It was then that Vernon finally noticed the girl clinging to the man’s back, and he was immediately concerned. ‘

“Are these boys bothering you, miss?” he asked, hand hovering near the baton he wore on his belt. 

David noticed the slight movement and couldn’t help but snort a laugh. “Bothering her? Course not. She’s with us.”

“Wasn’t asking you,” the guard snapped. 

For a second, Vera thought David was going to kill him then and there. Her mate’s eyes narrowed menacingly, his lip raised in a sneer that she was sure was about to turn into a snarl. He was pissed, and she didn’t need to feel his thoughts to tell. 

He managed to rein himself back in, though, determined to stay in control. Besides, it would be downright embarrassing to be out there acting like a newly-turned vampire, and he wouldn’t be able to stand the ridicule from Paul and Marko. 

So he did his best to behave.

When she saw that David wasn’t going to totally lose it, Vera smiled at the security guard. “No trouble here, officer.”

He didn’t look like he believed her. “You sure? Haven’t seen you around here, so you might not know...but you’d be doing yourself a favor and keeping yourself safer if you stayed away from these four.”

David and Dwayne both chuckled. 

“They seem perfectly harmless to me,” Vera said, rubbing her cheek against Dwayne’s affectionately. 

It made him so happy that he started purring for a moment before he remembered that there was a human standing in front of him and he toned it down again. 

“So thanks for your concern, really,” Vera continued, “but I’m right where I wanna be.”

[chil2de]

Hii! It's me again, the "teasing mom's broyfriend" anon. I just- you about killed me with that sequel. Hot doesn't even begin to describe it, really 🥵🥵

I have more :))

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Megumi knows. He knows what a slut you are, knows you've been fucking his father behind his and your mom's back. He knows you only got with him to provoque his father. He knows all of that. And yet, he can't let go of you. He won't do his father this favour.

He avoids going to your mom's house with you as best he can, bc he just can't stand the two of you doing this to her, the poor woman doesn't deserve it. He never touches you when you come back from your mom's, bc he just knows you've been with him. There is, however, an exception. The only thing that can make him help you tease his dad is when they fight.

When it happens, Megumi goes visit your mom with you, and whenever she can't see it, he makes it a point to touch you a little more than would be appropriate in front of Toji. The mix of Megumi's hands all over you and Toji's warning glare could probably make you cum right then and there. Once, when your mom was out doing grocery shopping and Toji stayed behind with the two of you, Megs was all to eager to fuck you, make you scream his name, all for Toji's benefit.

Oh, you do so love it when they fight. You know you should hope for peace and harmony between father and son, but you have much more fun when they are at each other's throat.

You wonder what you would have to do to have both of them filling you up at the same time...

ugh okay sorry if this post is just a massive wall of text i had to cut down on spacing because i kept reaching tumblr’s limit on characters, and uh... incase you couldn’t tell, shit’s about to get serious if i wrote this much LOL this probably looks so clunkyyy :(( i apologise but i have like a line left or two? so i’ll compress everything by saying a massive thank you because this would not have been possible without your sexy ass intellect. i was seriouly fucking dying writing this, it might be the first or second piece i’m genuinely proud of and i thank you :) i hope you enjoy it as much as i did writing it

this piece makes sense as a standalone, but works a lot better if you read the previous piece! read my disclaimer here if you’re new <3

w.c: 2.8k / characters: 15k (incl spaces) and a special thank you to my beloved anonie. couldn’t have done it without you ❤️

day and night: two.

your bedroom door shuts with a quiet ring. you can only slump down against it, knees held into your chest. your thighs are still quivering like a poor little lamb.

as you move to type out a text for megumi to not come over, there’s a faint knock at the window. your heart burns, throat clogged and knees weak.

you don’t know if you can get up. hell, you don’t know if you should get up. there’s another few delicate rips against the glass and you manage to stumble over in fear of attracting toji’s attention.

“megumi?!” you mouth his name in alarm, dismay crawling onto your features.

your boyfriend gives you a dead once over, noting your matted hair, smeared mascara and weak posture.

of course he knows.

you can discern it clearly from the way he refuses to meet your gaze.

“can you just let me in?” he whispers, tone flat as his index motions over to the lock of the window.

you don’t know what to do.

after all, you’ve still got toji’s cum flowing inside you from earlier.

you fumble backwards, moving to allow his lanky figure to slip inside. megumi manages to hoist his leg up and over, squeezing inside with ease. he closes the window shut behind him, pulling the curtains.

“m-megumi? what are you doing he-“

he doesn’t have time to waste.

megumi knocks the wind out of your lungs as his cold hands seize the sides of your head, stealing your lips for a kiss. he tugs at your bottom lip, tongue drinking you in for a couple of moments like you’re the last meal he’ll ever eat.

“shit.” he hisses, pulling his face back and screwing his eyebrows in mutiny.

oh, but if you didn’t love the way he looked at you like you were pure filth.

“you taste like him. it’s disgusting.” he spits, wiping his delicate lips with the back of his hand.

he knew, but there was always a part of him that wished you wouldn’t submit yourself to the likes of toji. he just had to see it for himself.

“come on, megumi-chan~ thats no way to talk to your girlfriend, is it?

your mother doesn’t deserve this. megumi doesn’t deserve the heartache, either.

megumi can’t see anything but the spitting image of his father all over your body, licking and fondling all the same crevices that he has. but he can’t get enough of you. he can’t stop, can’t turn away from you. he knows that at the end of the day you're spoon-feeding him phrases he wants to hear.

but you’re so good to him.

your pussy fits him like a glove. your hand intertwines with his perfectly. your head is the perfect size to cuddle onto his chest.

there’s something about you that makes you more addicting than nicotine.

bony and slender fingertips ghost over your thighs. you can’t help the squeak that hiccups from you. megumi raises an eyebrow in scepticism before flipping the hem of your miniskirt up.

he scoffs, slicking his long middle finger against your hot cunt.

“don’t hold it in.” he reprimands you, flashing a grimace as you squabble with him.

“b-but toji-“

“but what? am i not good enough for you?”

you swallow thickly, chanting a small prayer before allowing toji’s cum to drip out of your pussy. you shiver, goosebumps licking your skin when you can feel the warmth of his seed ooze and coat your soft thighs. you can’t avoid the burn of megumi’s regard as he watches the cum slowly flow out of you.

he’ll make you want him.

megumi can’t fully comprehend why you keep running back to his father instead of him, why you choose toji over him. like father like son, it evokes a bubble of magma in the form of competition and jealousy.

he’ll make you beg for him. that’s for sure.

“get on the bed.” he whispers, tone cold and even. there’s no warmth to his voice, even with his usual monotonous tendencies you can tell you struck a nerve. it makes your stomach churn, butterflies swooping in and adorning your vital organs.

like a moth drawn to a flame, as though you have no mind of your own, you step backwards until the back of your knees kiss the metal frame of your bed. megumi towers over you, pushing you backwards as he crawls in between your thighs.

the crisp ring of his zipper sliding down clashes against the room. why should he undress himself properly for the likes of someone like you?

“there’s no point in prepping you. i think you know that.” megumi sighs, relieving his twitching cock from the confines of his painfully tight boxers.

you can feel the avarice swirl in your abdomen, cold fear stilling in your veins at the mere thought that you could get caught by toji at any second. it makes your fingertips tingle and stomach churn. when you wail a needy whimper, megumi only shakes his head before plastering his icy cool hand against your wet lips.

a part of megumi wants to let all hell break loose. if he allows you to moan as you please, it won’t be just toji hearing your cries of ecstasy. knowing your mother, perhaps she’d be a little glad to know that your boyfriend is meeting your needs sufficiently. whereas toji?

it puts him in a predicament. from a bystanders point of view, toji has no right to storm in here and to shriek at megumi for blowing your brains out.

why?

because he’s not your dad.

he’s not a paternal figure in your life. there’s no right for him to say what you can and cannot do. he won’t hold that kind of reign over you like your mother does. and megumi likes that. he relishes the idea of toji being forced to listen to you babble megumi’s name, to mewl and cry for him to hit it deeper whilst he can’t do anything but complain.

it’s not like you haven’t heard your mother with other men plenty of times. it’s only natural, right? hell, she’ll probably gossip with you about it.

a carnal desire glosses over megumi’s steel blue gaze. like a wolf waiting to pounce onto a hare. he can see the way your thighs squeeze, how you gulp before him with those doe eyes of yours. you’re practically purring underneath him. for once, megumi gathers the reasoning to understand why his father finds you so intriguing. there’s nothing better than having your own toy melt and oblige under every command.

your boyfriend’s hand finds its way to your chest, where he rests the palm flat underneath your breasts. he steadies himself, using you as leverage as he guides his dick through the cum stained mess of your cunt. your heart pounds in anticipation, drool coating the back of your tongue as your pussy throbs around him. he manages to fit his tip in, dragging the enlarged and sensitive muscle against your walls. your ankles flutter around megumi’s waist, lower body strength trembling as you attempt to pull him in further.

“m-megs- please..”

“what?” he screws his eyebrows, staring you down. you can’t find the words in you to plead for him.

“what the hell? why act all coy now?“

“that’s not how we do things around here, is it? so spit it out. i won’t get what you’re trying to say otherwise.”

megumi slips his dick out, grinding against your clit as his torso flushes against yours. he pulls you in for a quick kiss, enough to relinquish his appetite, but not enough to taste the filth that corrupts your sweet and innocent lips.

“those cute little whines of yours won’t help you, either.” his breath flickers against your skin, sticky tongue licking trails as he works to mark up your neck. you can feel the tears prick your eyes already. you’re suddenly hyper aware of your heartbeat pounding in your ears, how it throbs against your cunt and the droplets of perspiration trickling along your skin. you can feel megumi’s pulse heavy against your clit, the way his dick twitches as he smears the tip through the folds of your slick. it’s slowly driving him insane. but that’s okay. even through the static that bounces around in his skull- he knows that you hate it more.

after all, your boyfriend knows best.

your fingernails soar around to megumi’s back. you want to scratch him, but you can’t access his toned skin through the layers of his jacket. instead, you’re left fumbling and scrunching the fabric like a feline with an insatiable desire to itch its claws.

“megumi- please, it’s too much-“ you huff through laboured breaths, peering up at him through tear stained eyelashes.

it’s almost enough to make him melt. almost.

“what is?”

“this?”

he shifts himself back up, grabbing his dick and slipping only the tip in once more. he allows you a few centimetres extra before dipping back out and repeating the process again. megumi’s gaze locks with yours, as though he’s asking ‘is this what you want?’

“s-stop teasing me.. just put it in alreadyy~” you choke out a groan of frustration, ready to slam your hips down onto the full length of his shaft.

“why should i?”

“megumi, i swear to god- if you don’t fuck me right now-“

“-or what? you’ll go to my dad? good luck, when you couldn’t even fulfill your duties as being his toy.”

so fucking humiliating.

the way megumi instantly stands up and proceeds to stuff his still hard and leaking dick back into his boxers.

he’ll deal with it later.

you’re left stuttering, unable to form any coherent words, thoughts or insults to spew back at him. legs wide open, cunt empty and glistening in the blue tint of the moonlight.

he leans over, swiping some of your excess drool with his thumb before dipping it into your mouth. he half expects you to lick at his thumb, convince him to stay a little longer, but his skin sits in your mouth like a forgotten thermometer for a couple of seconds.

“if only you could see your face right now.” he hums, tone flat with a certain mockery.

sometimes, as the days pass, you can notice his resemblance growing closer and closer to toji.

-

the following day

you haven’t left the quarters of your room for the entire day. you’re stuck in bed, face mushed into the confines of your pillow. you’ve always held high regards of the fact that your libido isn’t necessarily extremely high, but when you’re promised dick just to be neglected of it? shit feels like you’re in heat. you can’t go to toji, because you’re mother’s home. not only that, but he’d be sure to teach you one of his lessons. you’re already shivering thinking of the conversation with him, how you’d even try to dig out of that hole you were already so deep in.

you can’t call megumi either… at least not for now. you sigh wistfully into the pillow, kicking your legs about on your bed as you hiss a groan of turmoil.

there’s a sudden knock at the door that snaps you out of your haze. it leaves you pumped, blood coursing through your veins and you shoot up like an attentive little puppy about to be taken for a walk.

“it’s open!” you clear your throat, humming.

the disappointment rocks your features so clearly that it’s embarrassing. it’s just your mother.

“you okay? thought you died in here, baby. lunch is ready, and your lovely megumi-kun came to say hello.”

what?

“megumi? that’s nice. did he leave a message or anything? like he just dropped by to say hello or-“

“hm? oh, no. he’s having lunch with us.”

“is everything okay, dear?”

“yeah! yeah, i’m good. sorry, i spaced out a little bit. small headache, that’s all. i’ll change clothes and i’ll come out to eat.” you dismiss your mother, keeping in the hyperventilation you’re about to undergo. she gives you a small glance of concern before returning to the dining room to serve her guests.

“(y/n)! we were just talking about you!” your mother hums, gifting you a smile of warmth and radiance as she pours drinks into some cups.

you can feel toji’s mocking stare dig holes into your skin.

you can fucking feel it.

you can imagine him saying it.

“slut.”

at the six chaired table, you scurry to sit the furthest away from megumi and toji. your mother shoots you a sideways glance, motioning for the seat between toji and megumi. you swallow thickly, awkwardly striding over to take a seat.

your knee accidentally knocks into toji’s and you instantly utter an apology.

“you should be.” he mutters underneath his breath, disguising the words as a sigh.

“so? you said you were talking about me?” you straighten yourself, perking up a semblance of cheerfulness and perfect innocence.

“oh, right! toji was just telling me how stuffed you were yesterday!”

your lids flicker in shock and you abruptly stare at toji, whose half lidded jade green eyes slowly land on yours before locking to meet your attention for a few seconds.

“sorry, what?” you stutter, finding it difficult to believe the situation.

“you know, the food? are you sure you’re alright, honey? you’ve been acting strange since this morning.”

“i’m fine, i swear. just some painkillers would be nice.”

when your mother turns around to rummage for some painkillers, she emits a squeak of alarm at the lack of them.

please. you’ll do anything to get out of this predicament.

“are we out? i can go grab some-“

“-no, that’s okay. i’ll head out. i need to grab a few extra things for dinner anyway. you three, make nice with each other!”

sure.

when the door shuts, you realise you’re out of options.

you can’t run away.

“so, megumi. how’s eating up after my leftovers feel?”

“leftovers? because one woman wasn’t enough for you?” megumi scoffs, averting his gaze.

“it’s not my problem that your woman came running to me. doesn’t that say something about you?”

“like what?”

“like, you can’t fuck her properly?”

“i can’t fuck her properly? but you’re telling her to keep your cum inside her? don’t you care what’ll happen if she gets pregnant?”

“see, megumi. she’s on birth control. you didn’t know that? and besides, if i didn’t know any better-“

toji finally allows you his undivided attention, staring right through to your soul.

“-i’d think your little girlfriend here likes walking around with my cum inside her.”

you’d be able to run a butter knife through the tension hanging in the air. the room holds its breath, and as do you in compliment of trying not to set things off into a piping hot mess.

“isn’t that right-“

“-princess?”

your fight or flight response kicks in at the malicious tone that coats toji’s tongue. you swallow thickly, throat parched and lips cracked.

but fuck.

if it isn’t the most arousing thing- the two of them squabbling over you.

toji screws his face at you, features lighting in a mix of awe and delight.

“really? you’re seriously enjoying this?” toji hums with mockery, eyebrows perking at your unusual behaviour. he can smell the sweet nectar of your arousal slicking against your underwear.

you abruptly stand up, ready to leave.

megumi’s hand curls around your wrist. he slings your hand behind your back, slamming you over the table. some silverware and plates clatter and dash against the hardwood floor.

“answer the question, (y/n).” he hisses.

you whimper a soft whine. there’s no way you’re answering that.

“get your fucking hands off of her.” toji barks, kicking his chair back.

“try me.”

something washes over you. a premonition, say. that if you don’t speak up, someone will end up seriously injured.

“i can’t choose between you two. i just can’t. so i think it’s the best option if we just stop this completely.” you sigh, prying megumi off of you. his stance relaxes and you wince at the pain in your spine. you rub your wrists in slight agony, refusing to meet either of their gazes.

“it’s been fun, but i think it’s time to draw the line-“

“no.” toji remarks offhandedly.

“huh?” you contort your face in offence. there’s something thick on megumi’s face, too. it almost looks like determination?

“i said no.” toji reiterates, taking a stride towards you.

his index and thumb caress your chin, tilting your jaw up to look at him.

“i don’t care how long it takes. whether it’s me or him-“

“-i’m making you choose.”

[starryevermore]

no more (2) ✧ charles blackwood

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pairing: charles blackwood x fem!reader

summary: charles knows something is wrong, but is he ready to be confronted with what he did?

word count: 971

warnings?: soulmate au, angst with an...ambiguous ending?, not proofread

BABY DON’T HURT ME (PART 1)

Charles knew something was wrong, but he couldn’t figure out what. Something had definitely changed, though. You used to chat his ear off during breakfast, asked him to stay in the kitchen while you cooked just so you could talk to him. But now, whenever he joined you in the kitchen, you wouldn’t even look his way, your focus entirely on the bacon in the skillet and the biscuits in the oven. You used to love kissing and cuddling him, often finding your way into his lap if you had time between chores, pressing soft kisses along his jaw as he read. Now, you never initiated any of the affection. And when he tried, you’d always turn your head away, pull out of his arms, act like you had something else to do. Yeah, something was wrong. But he didn’t have the first clue what it was. 

If he wracked his brain hard enough, he’d know that something had changed the night of the fight. Perhaps you were upset that he didn’t want kids? Yeah, yeah, that must be it. You must’ve felt hurt, maybe you thought that that meant he never wanted kids. That wasn’t what he meant at all. He wanted kids, he wanted a full house of little versions of the two of you. Maybe that was the way to make things right? 

So, that night at dinner, as you began to clear the dishes, he grabbed your wrist when you reached for his plate. You paused, looking over at him, no emotion, no love, behind your eyes. “I’m ready.”

“For what?”

God, it made his heart hurt to hear you be so monotone. Had he really hurt you that badly?

“To have kids, pumpkin,” he said, pulling your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. 

“Okay.”

You pulled your hand away, grabbing the plate, and disappearing into the kitchen. That...wasn’t what he was expecting. Why weren’t you happy? He couldn’t even begin to understand what was wrong. 

He followed you into the kitchen, staring at your back as you washed the dishes, trying to figure out what he should say. Your relationship had never been this hard. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. In the past, when you were mad at him, you would give him a piece of your mind. But for you to be so quiet now? It made him wonder if there was something more to this situation.

“Oh. Did you want to start now?” you asked, trying your hands off with the hand towel.

“No. I mean, yes. I-I want to know what’s going on.”

You furrowed your brows together. “Nothing’s going on. I can meet you in the bedroom if—”

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N!” he said, smacking his hand against the counter. “I’m not a fucking fool. You ain’t telling me something, and I won’t stand for it.”

“I’m just being the good, submissive wife you always wanted me to be,” you said. 

“What?”

“You said you didn’t like my nagging, so I stopped. And that I just kept asking for more, so I stopped,” you said, your shoulders sagging. “And I thought, well, if he’s going to seek out the comfort of another woman, then clearly he doesn’t need me to—”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

You stared at him, almost as if you were debating on saying the truth. Then, finally you said, “That night, you went to the bar and got drunk off your ass, and came back here, shouting about how I just nag all the time and won’t get off your back and that’s why you slept with someone else. Then you started calling me a big, dumb baby ‘cause I started crying. So I figured that I would just stop.”

The memory came back to him in waves, how he was knocking back whiskey for hours, until a woman with long legs and a plump ass walked his way, purring about how she could show him a good time. How she took him back to her place and how he—fuck. He really fucked this up.

“Y/N—”

“Please, don’t.” You took a step away from his as he reached out for you. “It...What’s done is done. I know my place now. I-I won’t ask for more than you give me.”

“But that’s not what I want.”

“But it’s what I want.” Tears began to roll down your cheeks, and he wanted nothing more than to kiss them away. “You...you broke my heart, Charles. I can’t trust you with the broken pieces anymore. And I shouldn’t have trusted you with my heart in the first place.”

God, it felt like someone had ripped his own heart out and stomped on it, grinding it into the floor for good measure.

“I’ll make this better, baby, I promise,” he said, moving toward you so fast you couldn’t move away. One of his hands rested on your hip, right where your soulmate mark was. It was warm, radiating heat through your dress. He grabbed one of your hands, placing it over his heart, where his mark was. “I don’t wanna lose you.”

“But what if you already have?”

“Then I’ll win you back.”

“And if there’s nothing to win back?”

“Then I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you just how sorry I am.” He leaned in, nuzzling his nose against yours. “I’ll do anything to make you happy. I’m gonna make this right. I promise.”

And, so tired from having to put up a front for so long, you wound your arms around his neck, holding him close, wondering if it would be easier to just forgive him and learn to love him again than to be play the part of a scorned woman.

[saphirered]

Would an individual ask about Caleb ending up with the reader instead of Essek at the end of campaign be alright? I love the wizard bois together, but I'm crushing baaaad on Caleb hehe. Maybe they teach and live happily ever after together, very domestic living after all the adventures they've had :3

Hoping to satisfy your Caleb crush. How's this for some domestic fluff? Enjoy! 😘

The first rays of sunlight are blocked by thick heavy curtains. Awake or asleep, Caleb’s sense of time never fails him. He wakes up bright and early on the minute precise but makes no move to truly start his day. How could he with the sight he wakes to? There you lay, in his arms, eyes closed in peaceful sleep. Never did he think he’d see you so relaxed, or allow yourself to be so relaxed. Sure your lives are not free of stress or the occasional disaster and rarely are your livelihoods in peril these days but compared to months ago that doesn’t even come close to the dangers you’ve faced together; dangers that the majority of the people will never know about. A moment of peace and quiet was just another luxury you and him couldn’t truly afford no matter how much you may have pretended. But now you finally know peace.

Caleb watches your eyes flutter beneath your eyelids and watches just a moment longer carefully trailing his fingers up from their place on your waist to your cheek, caressing it fondly as you sleep. He reminisces when and where your lives intertwined in that tavern in Trostenwald and the events leading you both here together in your shared apartment in Rexxentrum at the Soltryce Academy as respectable teachers of the arts you both love.

When you first met Caleb feared you. He feared you more than anything for you just like him had ties to the Cerberus Assembly but you did not suffer the same fate he had. Luckily your studies were of no interest of his former master and you were instead claimed by another sent out into the world to learn more and find your own way. He was so scared you might lead the Assembly to his nonexistent doorstep and at one point entertained the thought you were a spy sent to bring him back but you proved the opposite. When he revealed his story and you told him you would help him or die trying beside him he brushed you off. Persistent as you are you gave him the wakeup call of a lifetime saying that you’re not doing this just for him but everyone before him, everyone after him.

To Caleb you will always represent all that is good and pure in this world despite the horrors that may have shaped you, changed you for better or worse. He will always consider himself to be the luckiest man in the world to have you at his side as his confidant, moral compass, study-mate, intellectual equal, bailout, friend, partner, but most of all; his lover for he could not want for anyone else in the world. No one could ever replace you and no one can compare to you. You may tell him you’re not the most intelligent, quick-witted, charming or interesting individual in the world but to him you are and he will argue with you on that until you grow tired of him and are forced to accept. He certainly does not mind the fluster of your cheeks and kiss you offer to shut him up.

And now you lie asleep cuddled up against him, limbs intertwined, the sunset orange covers slipping from your shoulder. Caleb hears the birds begin their song signalling he must leave the warm comforts of your embrace so carefully he begins to untangle his legs from yours, his arm from underneath your head replacing it by quickly pulling the pillow above down. He begins to untangle your grasp on his shirt slowly removing your fingers one by one. A deep intake of breath on your end and adjustment of your legs below the covers has him worried he’s woken you up.

Caleb knows fully well you have your own ways of waking up on time and you would have asked him the night before if he ought to wake you, so since you’re not already awake he’ll give you every extra minute of sleep you can get. You deserve it so he’ll curse himself if he’s the one to ruin it. Once you have adjusted and he’s sure you’re still sleeping he continues and removes himself from the warm comforts you’re huddled up among longing for nothing more than to share them a minute longer and gathers his things. In putting his lesson plans, notes and a few books to pass the time for the day he bends down to allow the orange tabby to jump into his arms and sets the cat onto the table taking a moment to stroke its fur and give some chin scratches leaving the little beastie purring.

Ridding himself of his night clothes Caleb puts on his shirt, and trousers tucking the shirt into the waistband and moves on to his footwear as per his usual routine. He takes the vest set out for him and is about to button it up when he feels eyes on him. His first thoughts go to the cat but that one’s not the guilty audience so instead his eyes fall to you, propped up against the headboard watching him.

“Well don’t stop on my accord. Though, I prefer the clothes back on the chair.” Your voice is still riddled with sleep but you’re awake enough for your comments so Caleb feels justified to give you a disapproving scowl though he cannot prevent the smile from creeping up his lips.

“Good morning to you too.” Caleb smiles as you cover a yawn with the back of your hand. You pull yourself out of the bed and stumble over to Caleb until you’re toe to toe placing a hand on his cheek guiding him into a kiss. Your lips move against his and his arms wrap around you to return and welcome your efforts openly. Though, enough’s enough and Caleb breaks the kiss giving you one final peck in an attempt to kiss away the onset disappointment and pout on your end.

“No matter how much I’d like to continue, Astrid will have both of our heads we show up late.” Caleb runs his fingers through your hair kissing your cheek as you cross your arms. Is there nothing you can do to convince him to stay? He might be right about Astrid…

“Well, I do not have any classes until second period but if you’re so adamant to stay with me I can send the archmage a message to tell her you’re regretful to be missing your first class of the day and to find a substitute.” You’re joking. Not really. A joke hiding the actual offer. Caleb considers it for a brief moment purely to entertain the thought but he knows very well he shouldn’t.

“You know we can’t but how about I make it up to you with dinner and dancing and a night in? Just the two of us.” Caleb cups your cheeks stroking your cheekbones with his thumbs, a gesture he knows very well makes you melt.

“That sounds like an agreeable offer, professor Widogast.” Your acceptance brings another bright smile to his face and he pulls you into another chaste kiss to seal the deal. This time you’re the one to pull away.

“Best get you ready for the day then, lest you be late.” Your nimble fingers stroke down the front of his chest finding the buttons of his vest and one by one buttoning them up. Once you’re done you take a few steps back looking him over.

“Do I pass your inspection, professor?” Caleb laughs half the mind to do a little spin for you but he refrains instead lifting the cat from the table into his arms.

“With flying colours. I think his highness is inclined to agree.” You watch as the cat meows making himself comfortable in your wizard’s arms without any intent to go anywhere but alas, all good things come to an end be it for the cat or you. With some protests Caleb puts the cat back on the ground allowing the creature to skitter off to gods know where.

You pull open the curtains allowing the light of dawn to fill the room. Caleb already regrets the decision of not taking you up on your offer to call in late and miss his first class as you look absolutely radiant but he feels certain both of you will be missing second and possibly even third period if he does, so he must refrain. Tonight will make up for it. He’s already got the perfect place in mind for dinner.

You catch Caleb staring, his gaze following you as you pull at the heavy fabric until the outside world is revealed to you. You put a little sway in your step before you gather your own clothes for the day and change in your usual attire, slowly. Deliberately slow. If he’s already staring you better not waste your opportunity and make a show of it.

“No use in staying in bed all alone. His Highness makes for good company but he’s a dull conversationalist. Perhaps I’ll drop by Beau at the Archives?” You deliberate your events for the morning tapping your chin.

“If you do, tell the Expositor I have some more files for her to study.” Caleb, finally pulled out of his trance steps back over to you, or rather besides you to grab his bag and sling it over his shoulder. You know he’s about to be off so you wrap your arm around his waist as you guide him to the door. Not much you can change about the need for students to be taught the wonders of transmutation magic. While you may find times you’d want to spend more time together, in the end neither of you would ever want to give up teaching. There’s plenty of other times you can spend together happily. Or you can justify combining your classes for one reason or another as you love nothing more than to share your passions.

“I’ll see you in a few hours at the Academy?” Caleb watches as you fall silent for a moment, your focus drawn away.

“Yes, I’ll make sure he knows. We’ll be there. Thank you.” You speak but Caleb knows fully well it’s not directed at him. This has become a habit he’s very much gotten used to so he simply awaits for you to share the message.

“Astrid wants us for lunch. She threatened to limit your access to the library if you’re late.” Of course she does, Caleb thinks to himself. So the archmage may or may not have heard about his almost-arrest of the day before. He’d already gotten an earful from you.

“Of course she does. There go our lunch plans for our free period.”

“You’re the one to get arrested for- and I quote ‘encourage insurgence among young impressionable souls’.” You grin. Okay, you may have been a little proud of Caleb actively trying to do better but you could do without the accusations of treason. You’d rather not have Caleb spend the night in jail because word got out or he pissed off the wrong person. You’d expect this from Beauregard but had hoped Caleb would be more careful about it and so apparently thought Astrid. He’s in for a scolding according to her tone.

“Merely teaching young impressionable souls how to be better. Is that a crime?” You grab Caleb’s coat and help him into it as he offers you a ‘thank you’.

“According to the king, yes it is.” The amusement in your voice is enough to earn you a playful glare. You open the door for Caleb and he steps halfway out offering you one final kiss.

“Love you.” Caleb pecks your lips. You’ve drawn out the length of the kiss long enough and he’s already on the verge of running late now so no matter how much he may want to stay, he has to go.

“Love you too, Caleb. See you soon and for the love of the arcane arts; stay out of trouble.” You know he won’t make that promise as he can’t keep it but you still tell him to every time. You kiss his cheek stepping back and watching the wizard leave as you close the door. Nothing but a usual morning; sneaking out of bed, cats, kisses, a message from your friend the archmage, talks of treason and the love of two fate-entwined mages trying to make the world a better place.