#she is fun to draw i had not drawn her before this
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girl next door â
#deltarune#doodles#goodness i had so much workthis week#this was my wind-down HehE...#she is fun to draw i had not drawn her before this#noelle holiday
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turn your back / hello world
#fanart#limbus company#don quixote (limbus company)#sancho (limbus company)#in perhaps the most predictable move i could have made i have drawn the characters i like dressed up as hatsune miku.#who couldve seen this coming.#the concept may have read a bit better had i put sancho in negako's irl design#but a) she is too princely for her disheveled neet styles and b) hello goodnight has always looked fun to draw and i wanted an excuse.#what a wonderful coincidence for my purposes -#that the song about overwriting your own identity with that of a video game protag because you find no joy in reality has miku barefoot#and its sequel about accepting that both the true and idealised selves can (and must) coexist within you has her in big chunky sneakers#what did you know sasakure. what did you know#anyway for all the times ive drawn posimiku ive never drawn hello goodnight before so this was a long time coming#perhaps would have been much more difficult had i not chosen to draw it in my most compressed artstyle but well thats why i chose to
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Melotober - Day 8 - Ghost
Fascinating, the monsters that creep in to each area...
#Melotober#It's not midnight yet HA#Rune Factory#RF1#Rune Factory Lynette#RF Lynette#You don't think they played with which monsters would show up where WITHOUT her testing them did ya??#She probably had so much fun while setting up those Shifts. And my brain immediately went to the Toros Ghosts#Have I ever drawn Lyn with the banners before btw?? Never published- only in 1 unfinished/unpublished piece#I also draw her so non-canon that I had to look at how I've drawn her more canon look. WHOOPS.#Also. Listen. Today is a day filled with baseball. Baseball games and referencing slides into 2nd for the sketch itself#[ty Trea Turner for having beautiful slides to reference. Nationals Turner as I am petty][he's also lithe and it helps]#Spent a few hours helping my mother fill out a scorebook for the Phillies/Mets game. Not time lost- time ENJOYED#Have a good night!!#Margot's RF Art
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:0 a little jay ferin for thee drawing requests??
Experiments going very smoothly (lie)
Combined these two for @zroqravity n @navysealt4t i felt like they fit yippee :)))
#mailbox#navysealt4t#zroqravity#sketch requests#this one was fun they are silly to me#and ive never drawn ensa before!!! i need to draw her more shes silly to me :)#edit: replaced the image bc i had the layer with ensas skin tone turned off fixed it
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The fact I haven't drawn her before is criminal in itself, I'm gonna be making more Miku drawings because I didn't realise just how fun it was to draw her! This was just a quick sketch and I wanted to try out some fun colours!
Her outfit was just a random design I made because I really liked the idea of see-through sleeves! Anyway, enjoy Miku with her gravity defying hair!
#hatsune miku#artists on tumblr#art#miku#miku fanart#oh my god how have I not drawn her before#absolutely criminal#miku is a god#digital art#digital drawing#sketch#colour exploration#outfit design#i genuinely had so much fun drawing her outfit#do i know what's going on with her outfit? Nah#not a clue what i was doing there#she's just like me fr
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i hope to draw my other ocs at some point but yang is just. so fun to draw
#i wanna draw nova. she's weird autistic but the kind where she mostly just stays silent in most situations#she kinda short circuits if you actually approach her and start a conversation bc she's used to staying in the background and Watching#and is just gonna wonder why you've approached her. not in a mean way just ''what is this person looking for exactly''#so won't really offer MUCH in the way of talking since her partner lux handles that stuff for better or worse#often worse bc lux isn't exactly social either so nova mostly just tries to balance them both out best she can#anyway i got carried away. i draw yang bc she has fun fluffy hair#i've drawn nova before but she needs an update#lux had a draft design but i wanna just redesign her too
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had an absurd amt of fun doodling cal last night so take the other dnd character i've been playing this semester (her campaign just ended </3). her name is pellet (full title sir pellet the rambunctious) she is a spores druid and she is Stinky (i love her dearly)
#martzipan#she's actually. very difficult for me to draw lmao#she keeps rats in her cloak!! they're her buddies#she's actually very very powerful. fun fact she got the last hit on the bbeg. it was climactic as hell. i had a good ass time with it#would have drawn it but that would have required the effort to put her in the right pose lmao#oh yeah pellet's main deal is necromancy. she's a fan. it's fun for her#that last little doodle with the nine circles is in reference to how that campaign ended#that being. the artificer who was given a very powerful magic item that let her cast wish 3 times before Something Bad Happened uh.#well she used her third wish. at the ceremony in which the party was knighted#because she lost her homunculus servant in the final battle#so she. wanted to kill a party member (the sorcerer) and use his life to revive said homunculus#it. did not work (he counterspelled). the Bad Thing still happened though#a rift opened at that point across all of the planes#the sheer force of the rift instakilled both the artificer and the rogue#pellet and the sorcerer survived. barely (downed pretty hard). they were each transported to random planes#the sorcerer was transported to the infernal plane. where. the flames got him#pellet was transported to the nine circles of hell. she survived her death saves and woke up next to the river styx#and that was how the campaign ended. we won. and then a player nearly tpk'd us lmao#pellet as the sole survivor is great. fits her cockroach unkillable vibe perfectly#perfect setup for a spinoff too. if the dm ever has a campaign set in the nine circles she is for SURE showing up#i love my little goblin druid so much. playing a druid was really really fun actually#my darling. she is hard for me to draw for some reason
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Im going through it so hard but I'll survive I prommy *I'm facedown on the floor and burning*
#i'll live#just getting overwhelmed by everything#stress of symba behavioural issues#darkness cold and wetness from winter#shit load of unprocessed trauma and suppressed emotions#a lil worried about my fishtank because my shrimp population just crashed for some reason#amanos are fine but the neocardinia are disappearing :(#maybe its my assasin snails eating them when they molt..#Also hair algea are driving me insane and moss (?) is growing on plants and the leaves keep falling off#also big orange's daughter appears to have the same cancer that she had to be euthanised for so thats fun#other fish are fine#in other things that worry me#gonna get my blood drawn on Tuesday to exclude medical causes for my exhaustion#wednesday im gonna go to the vet again to see if they can finally solve symba's armpit irritation spots#on the 7th of January i need a cavity filled#i need to still call some government thing to ask for clarification about an aspect of my welfare#i feel shitty about not being able to draw or work on my ocs#or on lore#i really want to share my ocs and world with you guys..#i also really want to launch koc for my friends before the year ends..#its been in the works for way too long#i got a million art wips..#just ugh so much to do..#havent been able to visit my mom since ive obtained Symba either#because he will freak out the second he sees a dog and i cant predict wether a dog will get on the bus or be at the station#and also he still gets snippy with people sometimes when overwhelmed#and my mom is scared of him because he bit her once#god theres just so much going on in my head..#but i will stay safe i promise#lena whines
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teacher izuku has a girlfriend??
Regardless of the joy and spur he expelled towards the students, Izuku knew how to maintain the steady hand of keeping the class under set composure. Nothing but the intent to teach and the will to learn, an equitable relationship between the twoâand it was no question. Being the most loved and favored teacher had its perks, and grandiose respect was one of them.
But no matter how mature a student has grown, having fun will always reign somewhere along their focal point. Even if that fun means encouraging their teacher in his love life.
"...-because a good relationship between your teammates makes for optimal communication, conduct, and cooperation," explained Izuku, pointing from one spot on the board to another, well immersed in his lesson. "Now, considering quirk-"
"Speaking of relationships, are you in a relationship, sir?" A student, a frivolous girl, teasingly pipes in sudden interest. Plenty of students amongst the grade claimed a crush on Deku-sensei. Of course they did: he's sweet, very tentative and understanding to all his students individually, and takes his time to really help and engrave the knowledge he possessed for them to become the best future heroes they could be. That, and mostly his physical charms. So wouldn't it be in his best interest to have a girlfriend?
Little did Izuku know that this inquiry marked the beginning of his first uncontrollable havoc.
For a moment, he hesitated, pausing midway on the convoluted diagrams drawn on the whiteboard. A strange question, but he thought nothing much of it. He turned around and crossed his arms, lazily pointing the expo marker to the girl.
"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that. Unrelevant, didn't see a hand raised-"
"Aw, but sir!" She draws out, slumping back in her seat. "Are you?"
Some students began to look at each other and exchange a few grins until the room began to slowly increase in volume and erupt into unintelligible chatter.
"Ahem."
The room fell into silence accordingly, but he could clearly read the expression on everyone's faces. The class was still waiting for his answer, the way they stared and leaned over their desks in anticipation. Izuku sighs and turns back to the board.
"...no, I'm not in a relationship. Moving on, the information I've drawn-"
"Really?" The girl cuts in matter of factly with a tilt of her head. "But aren't you and y/n talking??"
A chorus of engrossed 'oohs' echoed across the room and a very subtle, but defined shade of pink dusted his cheeks at the mention of you. He turned around again and attempted to regain composure of the class.
"Everyone settle down-"
"Y/n L/n? Isn't that (hero name)?? I think she's in the top 20's now."
"Yeah! I've seen her drop by the school a couple times during lunch!"
"Now that I think about it, Deku-sensei does have her come in as a guest speaker a lot..."
It was just one after another, the addition of suspicions and theories now bringing the truth to the surface. Izuku swallowed.
A loose black band around Izuku's wrist caught another student's eye and they stood up and pointed in excitement. "Look!! Deku-sensei has hair ties on his wrist!! Hair ties!!"
"Kids, please...-"
"Wow..I've never seen your class this rowdy before, Izuku!!" That voice. His head snapped toward you in surprised, totally flustered about the situation. The entire class went dead silent and turned to you, standing at the entrance of the classroom. You wave at his kids with a smile and stroll over to Izuku's desk, dropping off a bag of some sort. He watches you endearingly.
"You forgot your lunch at home, silly."
"O-Oh did I? Haha, sorry y/n. Thank you. You're on break right now, right?"
The students watched you both like a show, taking in the interaction, the body language, the words. There's no doubt you two were a thing right? Deku-sensei and (hero name)!!
And just then, you confirmed it with simple kiss on his cheek.
"Bye, Izuku! Be nice to the kids, hm?"
"You know I always am!!"
As soon as the classroom door clicked, the class burst into awe.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US???"
#w.midizu#izuku x reader#deku x reader#midoriya x reader#deku x y/n#deku x you#izuku x you#bnha x reader#mha x reader
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can i have one were zoro realises she does things bc of truama (like doesnt speak much etc)
hold me (still)
opla!zoro; 6,680 words; slow!!!!burn, fem!reader, ex-assassin!reader, straw hat!reader, general tragic backstory/trauma, fluff, hurt/comfort, bit of angst, emotionally constipated zoro, communication? what's that?, nami playing therapist bc she's the only one with 1 iota of emotional intelligence
summary: sometimes, stillness is a virtue, and others -- a tragedy. or, in which the straw hats pick up a new member and zoro is equally intrigued and weirded out by you.
a/n: well. you guys asked for slow burn and... the burn is so slow u gotta squint to see the smoke yall. but trust. the burn does get there! pls be patient!! and i tried to combine 2 dif reqs in this one fic :)
You are of the quiet sort. Just a shadow dancing in the periphery of their vision, and when they first met you, youâd told them it was your superpower, a soft, still smile slipping across your lips. Luffy had bought into it immediately, and the invitation was out his mouth before anyone could stop him.
âCome with us!â
âOhâŚâ your lips pressed into a thin line of consideration.
Zoroâs fingers itched towards his swords because something about you makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. But something else â something uncomfortable and strange, something very much like curiosity â seizes his chest and twists his stomach. Strange, he thinks, too strange.
âCâmon! Itâll be fun!â
And then, youâd smiled wider, and nodded, and that had been that.
Itâs been three months since then, and you are still of the quiet sort, though it had receded a bit with time. What with Sanjiâs gentle flirting and Usoppâs not-so-gentle stories and Namiâs bright, dry-humored companionship, youâd begun to âopen up a bitâ, so Luffy observed.
Zoro, for his part, has kept his distance. Because sometimes he still catches you at the bow of the ship, staring out across the midnight waters, still as a stone-carved statue. Still as a wooden beam â stiller, even.
âWhatâs with that?â he asks one day, strolling up to Nami as she traces a fine line over a new map sheâs working on.
âHm?â is her very eloquent response.
Zoro ticks his tongue against his teeth and casts his eyes about the ship, finding them drawn to the shape of you, up at the bow again, reading in the shade of the tangerine trees. Nothing moves except for the wind as it whisps through your hair and the slow scanning of your eyes as it skates across the page.
âNew girl,â Zoro says, crossing his arms as Nami finally looks up at him and then off towards you.
âWhy donât you ask her yourself?â
Zoro lets out a puff of breath, unfolding his arms to glare at Nami. He finds her grinning a lopsided grin as she clicks shut her compass and puts down her pen. She leans a hip on the barrel sheâd been drawing on and folds her own arms.
âOh, you like her.â
âIâm weirded out by her. âS not the same thing,â Zoro snaps, but when he tries to leave, Nami blocks him with an arm and pins him with a sharp, leveling look.
âNo, no, no â weâre gonna work this through.â
âNo thanks, Iâm good.â
âUh-uh, you still owe me after that round of drinks the other night â remember when you bet you could drink more than me?â
Zoro narrows his eyes, âI did drink more than you.â
Namiâs grin is gleeful, âNo, you didnât. You had to be dragged back to your room after clogging up the toilet. Or do I need to show you the evidence ââ
âAlright â fuck, fine. But really? This is what youâre gonna waste your favor on? You couldâve asked me to ââ Zoro gestures around vaguely, âclean the bilge or something.â
Nami shrugs, looking almost too pleased, âNope! This is what I wanna use my favor for. And, really, you think a bit of bilge water is gonna gross me out? Câmon.â
Zoro heaves a sigh and leans back against the main mast, closing his eyes.
âFine then. Go.â
Nami sits back on the edge of the barrel.
âNo, you go. Admit that you like the new girl.â
âI donât.â He doesnât open his eyes.
âIâve seen you staring at her. Weâve all seen you staring at her.â
âWhat, that a crime now?â
Nami fights the urge to roll her eyes, âNo, but Iâve never seen you try so hard to avoid someone before.â
Zoro lets out a bark of laughter, hard and mirthless, âYeah, so that must mean I like her.â
Nami cocks her head, âIt means you feel something towards her. And Iâd suggest you figure it out.â
âAnd howâd you propose I do that?â
Nami once again waves in your direction, âGo. Talk. To her.â
Zoro lets out another breath, eyes scanning across the ship, anywhere but towards where youâre still sitting and reading, finger flipping a page in a perfect, smooth, singular motion.
And Zoroâs not blind. Blunt though he may be at times and careless as he is about most material things, he can still appreciate beauty when he sees it. And you â thereâs no denying that youâre beautiful. Your strange stillness aside, when you do move, itâs with a dancerâs lissome grace, fluid lines, not a single movement wasted. When you smile, it seems to light you up from the inside, and your words, though soft, carries the well-worn weight of river stones, glittering beneath the clear, spring stream of your voice.
Thereâs a sharpness in your eyes, a straightness to your spine, a way of carrying yourself as if youâre afraid that one wrong move might shatter you and the entire world around you.
Sometimes when he sees you, he wonders at the hands that had sculpted you this way. He wonders at your life before theyâd picked you up in Loguetown, when youâd oh-so-silently slipped up the execution platform and helped Luffy down, all the while staying free of Smokerâs watchful gaze.
The few times heâs seen you fight, he canât help wondering if youâve eaten some kind of devil fruit as well. No human could be so fast as that. Or be so quiet. But then again, heâd fought Kuro, and theyâd seen stranger things. Still, he marvels at the way you flicker in and out of sight, slipping around the edges of battle like a dark, haunting thing, and men would drop like flies beneath your quick, quiet hands. With nary a sound or shout before their eyes roll back and their breathing is no more.
On the instances when Sanji had asked about your past, your eyes had gone misty and dark, unfocused. Youâd gone still, freezing for so long that Usopp would cough just to fill the silence. And then slowly, ever so slowly, youâd turn back towards them with a small, sad smile and say:
âThereâs⌠not much to talk about. I grew up somewhere far away, where if you didnât keep quiet and still, bad things would happen to you. And then when those bad things happened, if you werenât quick â the quickest of all, youâd die.â
Bad things, huh? Zoro thinks as he makes his way towards you, a hand resting on the hilt of his swords. He comes to a stop next to you and leans against one of the white planters, casually peering over your shoulder at the book in your hands.
For a long moment, neither of you move. Then, Zoro clears his throat and forces himself to speak.
âIs it good?â
It takes you a second, but eventually, you turn towards him.
âThe book? Yeah, I suppose.â
âNot exactly a glowing review.â
You laugh, a soft, breathy little thing as you look back down at the page.
âIt's about a girl who falls into an enchanted sleep, and a prince who wakes her up with a kiss.â
âMustâve been one hell of a kiss.â
âYes, and one hell of a prince.â
Zoro finds himself chuckling, his shoulders loosening as he takes another breath.
âAnd then what?â he asks.
âAnd then⌠he asks her to marry him.â
You run your fingers along the page, smoothing your palm over the ink and parchment. Zoro watches you, wondering, always wondering.
âWhatâs she say?â and itâs then that he notices his own voice, hushed and low, barely a whisper.
You look back up at him and smile a smile a sphynx would have been proud of.
âI donât know. I havenât gotten there yet.â
Zoro takes a breath, and the breath tastes distinctly different than all the breaths heâd taken before it. As if the world takes the breath with him, and some fundamental truth had shifted on the exhale.
The moment breaks, as moments are wont to do, when Sanji calls out for lunch and Zoro jerks out of his almost-reverie. You slowly close your book and rise to your feet, turning back to smile at him.
âCâmon, itâs lunchtime.â
Zoro nods and follows you into the kitchen, where Luffy and Usopp are already digging in, and Nami is pouring herself a drink. She spots the pair of you and catches Zoroâs eyes. A grin ticks at the edge of her lips but before she can say anything, youâre accosted by Sanji sweeping into a deep, flourishing bow, and ushering you towards the table, where heâd set your place in a manner fit for a princess.
âWhereâs my setup?â Zoro asks as he drops into the seat next to you, cocking an eyebrow. Sanji shoots him an unimpressed look.
âIâm surprised you can use a fork and knife, moss-head. Just be grateful and eat up.â
Zoro scoffs but digs in nonetheless.
When next they dock, itâs on a rare, peaceful island â an island of light and books and learning, where the air smells of salt and ink and drying parchment, of unwritten words and untold stories. But it smells of a stillness too, and Zoro knows without having to ask that youâd like it here.
And you do.
Heâs never seen you smile so much, never seen you so vibrant and full of life. You chat and laugh and read with a voracious hunger, and he finds himself drawn to this new, warm, moving side of you. He finds himself, more often than not, by your side, even when neither of you speak. And he basks in the comfort of the quiet that permeates the air when itâs just the two of you â him hanging in the hammock on deck, you reading by his side.
But now, thereâs the soft tapping of your foot, the shuffle of pages when you flip forward to see whatâs coming next, and of course the ever-present shush of the ocean as it washes against the Merryâs side.
The Log Pose needs two weeks to properly calibrate to the next island, so theyâve got time to kill.
On the fifth night, over dinner and drinks, Luffy asks the question that everyoneâs been thinking since the day theyâd all met you â
âSo. Whyâre you so still all the time? Not that itâs weird or anything â well, actually â it kind of is, but it doesnât bother me. Iâm just asking cause I'm curious!â
You look up from your half-finished wine but Zoro feels it happening, like the hush of a fan blade slicing through air, the gasp before a porcelain vase tips over and shatters. You stop. You stare. Youâre frozen in every sense of the word. And heâs known you for long enough to know that you only go still as a reflex, only reach for it as a shield. Against what? He doesnât quite know.
âItâs⌠something of a long story,â you say, your voice low and hoarse.
Luffy grins, smacking his lips as he sucks the meat off a chicken leg, âWeâve got tons of time! Right?â he looks around as if for validation, but everyoneâs eyes are caught on you and your unnatural stillness.
Zoro shifts slightly in the seat next to you, opening his stance and turning towards you.
âCould do with a good story.â
Your eyes flash in his direction and he offers you the barest hint of a smile.
You relax, ever so slightly, drifting back in your seat, your glass cupped in the palms of your hands. And then, you begin to speak, your voice smooth and lilting, your words washing over them like the faint lull of the tides.
âWhen I was three, my father sold me for a barrel of beer.â
A dull clack echoes around the room and everyone turns to see Sanji hurriedly righting the thick stein heâs knocked over. Thankfully, itâd been empty.
âSorry â I just â what?â he sounds furious but Usopp lays a hand across his arm and shakes his head.
You take a deep breath and continue, your voice oddly emotionless as you say, âThe man who bought me took me to an island. It was⌠a dark place. A quiet place. I only learned its name after I escaped â an island called Elysium.â
Nami gasps before clapping her hands over her mouth.
âIâve just â Iâve heard of that place before, but I thought⌠I thought it was just a made-up place.â
Luffy swallows hard, frowning, âWhatâs it like?â
Namiâs eyes flicker between you and Luffy, âSupposedly⌠itâs the home island for⌠for the most feared group of assassins in all the seas combined.â
Usoppâs eyebrows jerk up, âThe most feared?â
A faint smile seeps across your lips like blood.
âYes. The Shadows that Live.â
Everyone turns to look at you. Luffy picks up another drumstick.
âWhoa⌠cool name!â
Zoro hums, âIâve heard of them before â but mostly, it was just an old wiveâs tale about⌠shadow assassins who hunt in the dark. Mercenaries for hire. But⌠no oneâs ever seen one before.â
âBecause⌠once you see one, youâll never live to tell the tale,â you say, your eyes now downcast and fixed on the glass in your hands.
âThenâŚâ Usoppâs voice is soft, âWhat about⌠you?â
âI⌠I ran away.â
Silence greets you. But after a moment, Luffy spits out a bit of bone and uses it to pick at the space between his teeth, his eyes round.
âWow! You must be pretty good to run away from an island full of shadow assassins!â
You almost laugh, his boundless trust hitting you like a punch to the stomach.
âSoâŚâ Sanji lets out a puff of silvery smoke, âthe staying still thing⌠thatâs just part of your training, yeah?â
You nod, âSomething like that.â
Someday, you think, youâll tell them about the hellscape that was Elysium island, of the long echoing halls, dark and still and silent. Of the mechanical beasts that hunted by sound and movement alone. Someday, youâll let them know about the poisoned pomegranate seeds that they feed all the ârecruitsâ to keep them hazy, of how youâd kept six of them suspended in your mouth and spat them all out when youâd finally made it far enough from the island to allow yourself to breathe.
âAnd⌠are these shadow assassins gonna come after us?â Nami asks, her voice careful and light.
You purse your lips, âI⌠I donât know.â
Nami sighs, but a moment later, she moves to refill her drink with a slight shrug, âWell, just one more enemy to add to our growing list. Soon, weâre gonna have to post a sign-up sheet.â
At this, everyone laughs, and the tension snaps like a wounded spring.
Luffy burps loudly, patting his stomach, âIâm not worried â I mean, if you were able to run away from them once, that means youâre stronger than them, right?â
You pause, your hand hovering over the wine bottle. Zoro gently reaches over and refills your glass for you. You shift back into movement, casting him a small smile and taking a sip. The wine is cool and tangy as it hits the back of your throat. You breathe, and the world keeps spinning.
âI⌠Iâm not sure â Iâve never fought⌠any of⌠them⌠before.â
âGuess weâll find out if they try to come for you then â but youâve got us now!â Luffy says, reaching for an apple and chomping into it, â â Sho⌠you duon gotta wourry ââ he licks his lips as he takes another huge bite before tossing the core towards the waste bin, âWeâve got your back!â
Nami makes a disgusted face, âDonât talk with your mouth full, ugh.â
Sanji chuckles, tapping out his cigarette, âYeah Luffy, mind your manners.â But his voice is full of laughter and you find yourself relaxing into the sway of the night, the swing of conversation. Beside you, Zoro refills his own glass and leans over to clink it against yours.
You turn, but he only raises his glass before taking a sip.
You mirror his movement, cradling the cup to your chest when you finish.
Later, he finds you by the tangerine trees, ghosting your fingers over their lush green leaves, dark enough to look black in the evening light.
âHey.â
You turn, âHi.â
Zoro sighs and looks out over the darkened waves, the moonlight refracted into a million shattered bits of sky.
âLuffyâs right, yâknow.â
âWhat about?â you ask, joining him by the railings. The night air is cool and crisp. Behind you both, the island oozes with lamplight and laughter. Even from here, you can hear the joy, the peace that permeates the air here. It wouldnât be a bad thing, you think, to stay here forever.
âIf they come for you,â Zoro says, âweâll have your back.â
You let out a small chuckle, looking down at your hands, âI know.â
âSo,â he turns towards you, his earrings glinting in beneath the scimitar moon, âyou donât have to be afraid anymore.â
You lick your lips, and instinctively, you reach for the stillness. All the days and weeks and months with the people around you have softened you, and for that, you know you should be thankful. Still, old habits die hard, and you have to clench your fists and dig your nails into your own palms to keep from freezing completely.
You take a shivering breath and force it out again.
âFearâs a hard habit to break.â
At this, Zoro grunts, though it sounds something like consent. The moment stretches, long and soft and taffy-sweet.
He turns back towards the sea, âYeah,â he says, and then â
âBut we can take it slow.â
You swallow hard, passed the broken shards of forgotten words lodged in your throat (you find that they all somehow taste like thank you), and you nod. Warmth tickles your cheeks and you wonder why heâs said we instead of you â and later, lying in your bed at night, staring at the moon-slatted ceiling, you wonder if he was really talking about fear or if it was something else entirely.
You donât get a lick of sleep that night.
The next few days pass in a light, repetitive blur. You and Zoro are sent on a few short shopping trips in the city, and youâre glad for something to do that involves movement. Shocking how quickly the body adapts once the weight itâd been holding on to is lifted.
You are still quiet, and he, the same; but the silence has shifted around you, and whereas before itâd been solid and steady, itâs now thrumming and charged with some unspoken energy.
Neither of you are blind to it; nor, it seems, is the rest of the crew.
Sanjiâs taken to openly teasing Zoro about being with you all the time, complaining loudly that he canât get a word in edgewise because Zoro refuses to leave you alone. Nami keeps on trying to drag you out for âgirl's dayâ shopping trips, hinting at all the cute clothes you could get and how âgreen really suits your skin tone, yâknow?â
Luffy and Usopp for their part, both just grin whenever they see you together â Luffy stoked at the fact that you seem more happy and talkative, Usopp gleeful at the way Zoro always seems so much softer when heâs next to you.
Youâve taken to watching him when he trains, sitting in the shade of the tangerine trees, a cold drink in your hand as Zoro runs through his katas. You content yourself with watching him flow through the movements, one and then another, and then another after that. He contents himself with your presence, knowing that youâre here, feeling your eyes as they skate down the length of his back or the width of his shoulders.
Itâs a peaceful sort of companionship, even if it is living on borrowed time.
When you all wave the little island goodbye, itâs with heavy hearts and tearful smiles. It had treated you well, and you think youâd miss it. But adventure is as adventure does â it calls, beckoning to those with wandering hearts to listen.
The first week back at sea is a strange one, full of a ringing nostalgia. As if youâre simultaneously coming home and leaving one at the same time. Everyone is a bit quiet, except for Luffy, of course, who literally bounces off the freshly waxed planks, humming to himself as he sits on top of the great ramâs figurehead.
âIs he ever still?â you ask one day, sometime in the second week.
To which Zoro makes a sound between a scoff and a laugh, âYouâve been here a while. Whatâd you think?â
You sigh softly and tear your eyes away from the bright, shivering ball of energy that is your captain towards the far horizon. A sliver of uncertainty twines through you and your breath slows. Zoro glances at you, now long since attuned to your subtle shifts in movement and stillness. He narrows his eyes.
âWhat is it?â
You shake yourself back into the moment, forcing a smile.
âNothing. I thinkâŚâ your words fade as the feeling twists in you again, knife-sharp and stinging. You clear your throat and reach up to brush away a strand of hair. Skin grazes skin as Zoroâs hand meets yours in the same gesture and you both freeze â hands held up, his finger caught against the bend of your cheekbone, your fingers curling over his.
Time slows, slackens around the pair of you, and the moment stays, suspended in space â garnet dark and perfect.
Neither of you dare to breathe. Itâs then that you realize how close Zoro is â close enough for you to see the entire ocean reflected in his eyes: big and dark and so endless it nearly unmoors you. Close enough for you to feel the warmth of his skin; his body, emanating heat. Youâd often wondered, in the long hours of watching him train, at the glistening copper of his skin and the light-kissed quality, if the sun himself favored Zoro as well.
Like this, itâs easy to believe that beneath his skin, there pulsed something like sunlight.
âLook! Itâs an island! Itâs an island!â
And just like that, the moment shatters. Time slips back into motion and you pull away from each other, breathless, with warm cheeks and thundering hearts, feeling somehow lightning-touched and static-ridden.
You take half a step back, reaching up to press a hand to your mouth as if to stop something from tumbling through. But what? You canât really say.
Zoro tips back as well, whipping around to help Usopp and Sanji with the sails as Luffy continues to holler, waving his hat. On the horizon, you see it looming â the silhouette of an island. You lower your palm from your lips to your heart and wonder what kind of island it will be.
Deserted â seems to be the answer when you all make landfall. The island is quiet, but the occasional chirp and cricket staves off your nerves as you all wander cautiously about the beach, squinting into the dense forest that seems to encompass the whole of the island.
âLooks like a good place to camp for the night!â Luffy says, grinning as he plops down on the sand.
Sanji nods, dusting off his hands, âWeâll need some wood for a fire, but I reckon I can whip up some grilled fish from the fresh catch.â
You wrap your arms around yourself and look around, glancing back at the darkening horizon.
âSomething the matter?â Zoroâs voice is soft as he helps you carry some of the camping supplies from the ship.
âNo⌠yes⌠I ââ you look up at him, pursing your lips, âI donât know. Iâve just⌠this island isâŚâ
Zoro looks around, his dark eyes scanning the thick swath of forest just beyond the beach, âToo quiet?â
You let out a tiny laugh, âYeah, something like that.â
He nods, âDonât worry, Iâm â weâre here.â
And he leaves it at that, hoisting a stack of wood over his shoulders and going to help Nami with the fire. You watch him with a smile, wondering what on earth youâd done to deserve this level of caring, this magnitude of kindness. Soon, dinner is had and drinks are shared and laughter is spilled like so many silver coins over the white sand beach. The lull of the evening takes over you all, and before long, Luffy and Usopp are slumped over each other, snoring loudly.
You stare into the depths of the fire and try to tamp down the growing dread festering inside your bones. All those years of holding still, of breathing and listening and feeling â you shake yourself â no, not all stillness is a bad thing. Not all silences are made the same.
âYouâre doing it again,â Zoroâs voice almost makes you jump. Instead, you turn, finding him next to you as he nurses a half-drunk bottle of wine in his hands. He doesnât look at you, but thereâs a loose grin hinged across his lips.
âSorry,â you say, ducking your head, feeling a now familiar heat creep into your cheeks that has nothing to do with the dwindling bonfire.
âDonât be,â Zoro takes another drink, âBut I told you⌠you donât have to be afraid anymore.â
âI know⌠and Iâve said before ââ
âFearâs a hard habit to break,â Zoro echoes back at you, finally glancing over and catching your eye.
You breathe out, looking down at your own hands, âYeah⌠but Iâm trying.â
You both fall silent, and for a while, the only sounds are the crackle of the dying flames, the shush of the ocean waves, and the occasional snores from the rest of your crew. Itâs late â later than you realized.
âDo you⌠want me to grab a book for you?â
You smile, âNo, I donât think itâs bright enough.â
âI could restoke the fire.â
âNo, itâs â itâs okay.â
âAlright.â
A bird coos the distance.
âWhy donât you tell me a story?â you ask, turning to look at Zoro proper, shifting till your body is facing him.
In the faint light, you can see the edge of his adamâs apple bobbing as he swallows.
âYouâre asking the wrong guy â you should wait till the Great Captain Usoppâs awake.â
âYeah, but I want to hear one from you.â
Zoro sighs, his eyes fixed on the last of the flickering flames. He takes another swig of wine before he starts to speak, his voice low and a bit stilted, but he pushes on. He tells you about his childhood, the village heâd trained in, the doujou in the middle of the wood, his friend who heâd never beat â not even once.
He tells you about he early mornings and the late nights, and how the world had seemed large enough to conquer.
â⌠And then⌠there came a morning when she didnât show up⌠and sensei came and told me that thereâd been an accident.â
His voice almost breaks then, and your eyes catch on the shining white hilt of the Wadou Ichimonji â his thumb pressing against the guard, running along itâs hard metal edge.
âOh⌠Iâm sorry.â
Zoro shrugs, âDonât be.â
You nod, âStill.â
Zoro slates you a lopsided smirk, âSo. Now you know my tragic backstory too.â
You laugh, leaning back to cast your eyes up towards the sky, âAnd you know mine â itâs almost like weâre friends or something.â
Zoro lets out a long breath, âYeah⌠or something.â
Thereâs a tightness to his voice that makes your skin tingle and it takes everything you have not to look over at him, to try and see if heâs looking at you, watching you the way youâd imagined him to be. You fancy you can feel his gaze on your face, but you close your eyes instead.
You let yourself fall into the warm haze of sleep, and for a while you drift there, your mind sifting through shards of memories and slivers of sound, casting them against the backs of your eyelids as you slowly slide into the darkness of dreams.
You wake up to a gasping stillness â the silence pressing in on your eardrums like thumbs, the darkness around you so complete itâs almost a solid thing. You freeze, your breath hissing to a halt inside you. Then distantly, ever so distantly, you hear the sounds of battle â metal clashing against metal, the hard thud of boots against flesh. You shake your head and reach up to clap your hands over your ears and only then do your senses return to you, snapping back as if youâd been abruptly shunted back into your earthly body.
âGum Gum â Pistol!â
âSeize her!â
You whip into movement, fast as a flash, dashing away, hoping against hope that it would draw your attackers far enough from your crewmates.
âNo one⌠ever⌠leaves usâŚâ
The voice is serpentine and susurrus, sinking into your skin like sharpened teeth, but before it can reach you, itâs cut short by a bright flash of silver.
You gasp, whirling around, reaching for the nearest pulse, instinct taking over as you sink your fingers into muscle and flesh. The rush of blood thrumming beneath your fingertips comes too easy, even as a familiar scent accosts you. A moment later, your hands are being pinned above you, and thick, rough bark is digging into your wrists as Zoro stands before you, a sword in one hand, the other holding you still.
His eyes are a little wild and a lot worried. Thereâs a ring of red rawness around his neck, thin trickles of blood trailing along his jugular, disappearing into the wide scoop neck of his shirt.
âHey, look at me.â
You nearly whimper, struggling against him, fear still coursing through you like a drug but Zoro is strong enough to keep you held. Behind him, you can see the rest of the crew fending off several shadowy figures, Usopp waving a torch, screaming at the top of his lungs, Luffy whooping as he whacks another figure with his fist.
âZ-Zoro?â
âYeah, itâs me â eyes up here.â
You swallow in a breath, and then another, and you feel the bright thrum of urgency leave you as your body slowly falls slack. And then youâre slipping, and heâs looping an arm around you to keep you upright.
âTh-theyâre here â they ââ
âTheyâre gone â we got rid of them â hey.â
Zoro takes you by the shoulders and gives you a gentle shake. Finally, your eyes catch on his and your gaze holds. You see yourself reflected in them, stark and terrified, but alive â somehow alive.
âTheyâre gone,â he says, his voice soft and low by your ear, his arm still wrapped around your middle. Shivers wrack your body as you bury your face in his shoulder. He smells of steel and skin and the metallic tang of blood. Itâs then that you remember â the wounds on the sides of his neck. The marks in the shape of your hands â
You jerk back and feel a sticky wetness against your cheek.
âZoro, I hurt you!â
At this, he scoffs, pulling back far enough to flash you a look.
âThis is nothing. Câmon.â
He offers you a hand, and after a second you take it, letting him pull you to your feet. Wordlessly, he presses his palm to the small of your back, his arm extended to keep you steady as you both make your way back towards camp.
âPhew! That was a workout!â Luffy is saying just as you both reach the outskirts of the now-darkened bonfire. Sanji is pulling out a cigarette, striking a match, and first lighting the end before tossing it into the remains of the firewood, fanning it up into a slow flame.
Nami and Usopp both look a bit shaken, but none worse for the wear.
They all pivot to look at you.
You go still against Zoroâs side, uncertainty flooding through you. Faintly, you feel Zoroâs fingers as they press into the bend of your waist, solid and steady.
Then, Usopp coughs, âCâmon yâall â the Shadows that Live? Psh! More like â the Shadows that Fled, am I right? Yeah? Didya see the way I sent âem runninâ with my brand new fire-powered explosion rounds?â
Nami chuckles and Sanji follows suit, shaking his head and letting out a thin wisp of smoke. Luffyâs grins at you, pumping a fist in the air, clapping his right shoulder.
âSee? Told you weâd have your back! We are your crew, after all!â
Weakness seeps into your limbs as you nod, hot pin-pricks of tears itching at your lower lashes. You lower your head and rub at your eyes before looking back up again with a smile. Sanji grimaces as he looks over Zoro.
âGot something on your neck, mate.â
Zoro glares but you glance over and feel your stomach twist with guilt.
âSorry⌠I can clean that up for you. Theyâre not deep but they do need to be bandaged up.â
Zoro wipes down his sword before sheathing it and motioning towards the ship. Behind you, you can hear Nami yawning and saying something about catching up on some more sleep and Sanji reassuring her about having the last watch anyway.
The kitchen is still dark, but the dusty dawn sweeps against the far horizon and neither of you bother to turn the lights on. You carefully set the first aid kit on the kitchen counter and collect the supplies as Zoro leans back against the edge and folds his arms. You work in near silence, reaching up to first wipe the thin threads of drying blood before tending to the tiny, crescent-shaped puncture wounds.
You press an alcohol-soaked cotton ball against one of them and feel Zoro wince.
âSorry.â
âIâm fine.â
You bite your lips, âIf this had been a bit deeper or a few inches over ââ
âBut it wasnât. So itâs fine.â
You donât look up at him but you can feel his eyes on you. Your movements are fluid and sure; youâd clearly done this before.
âHey, look at me.â
You freeze, eyes slowly gliding up the planes and divots of his neck, slipping up the line of his jaw, so sharp it mightâve been turned on a diamond cutterâs lathe. Your breath hitches as you finally meet his eyes, and thereâs a dark, knowing glint behind them that makes your stomach flip.
âIâm fine.â
And for the second time in a handful of hours, youâre caught by the realization of your closeness â only a breath of space between you. Thereâs a crimp at the corner of his mouth that looks dangerously like a smile and then youâre tipping forward, a thumb reaching up to trace the line of his bottom lip once â
The movement acts like a trigger, and suddenly, he is leaning in and the breath of space disappears.
For all your life of stillness, you thought youâd learned to appreciate the depths and widths of movement. But nothing couldâve prepared you for this â for the push and pull of lips on lips, for the force and friction of skin against skin. For the gasp and hiss, for the breath and kiss.
For the feeling of his large palm as it settles along the swallowâs-nest bend of your neck, the way his thumb runs along your jaw like tracing the guard of his beloved sword, tilting your mouth towards him. For the way your heart might flutter like a tiny, caged bird, or the way you might feel his heart thumping like a fist from his chest to yours.
For the way his voice rolls over your name like a ship at sea; for the way it would shake your body from your bones and leave you more liquid than solid in his arms. For how you never used to think your story would be a love story, but then you realize that every story is a love story if caught in the right moment, in the right light.
And here, breaking apart from Zoro, with a thick, stolen streak of lemon-yellow sunlight leaking in from the kitchen window â thatâs exactly what it feels like.
âOh,â is all you have the strength to say.
Zoro, in all his solid brilliance and quiet audacity, laughs.
You taste the smile on your own lips before you realize youâre smiling. But when you try to bury your face in his neck, he winces slightly as you brush his still-fresh wounds.
âCrap, I forgot about these.â
Zoro chuckles as you hurry to press a few small bandages to the wounds.
âItâs okay. So did I.â
You finish dressing his wounds in silence, though this silence is markedly different from every other silence that had ever existed between you. Thereâs ease and tension, both, and when youâre finally finished, Zoro takes both your hands in his.
âSoâŚâ you say, unsure suddenly of where to look.
Zoroâs laugh is just as soft, just as uncertain.
âSo.â
You try to look out the window, but by now, the dawning sun is so bright that it temporarily blinds you and you jerk back. Zoro smiles, reaching up to run his thumbs along your closed eyelids before dropping them to hook around your wrists again.
âDo you⌠wanna talk about it?â he asks, quiet as always.
You purse your lips and let your lashes flutter open. You find him watching you. Heat crests up your shoulders and into your cheeks, and suddenly, the exhaustion of the night before saps at your limbs. You sigh.
âRight now? Not really.â
âYeah, neither do I,â he says, sounding as relieved as you feel.
You bite your lips and cast your gaze shyly across his face, your bird-wing heartbeat still flapping in your chest. You fight the urge to go still, to reach for that shield that has always protected you before. Faintly, you feel Zoroâs thumbs tracing circles along the insides of your wrists.
âCan I ask for something else, though?â
âWhat is it?â
You reach up a finger, nudging one of his golden earrings. You donât miss the way he shivers, or the way his breath quickens in his chest.
âKiss me again.â
Zoro grins, tugging you towards him, leaning into the curve of your palm as he does.
And does.
And does again.
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Character doodle suggestions I took requests for, now Iâm going to yap about them
Queen Wasp was first. I originally was going to do all of them pastel like hers, but I had to much fun with the brighter colours later on so she ended up a lot more washed out than intended. Still, after book 15 I imagine her with dull, greenish scales now sheâs without the breath of evil, like it was sustaining her, or she was sustaining it.
Typhoon was fun, Iâve never drawn him before and just kinda messed around with his design. I didnât check the wiki to remember anything before drawing these so if Iâve forgotten something important about themâŚoops!
Snowfall was alright, I love IceWings as a tribe, but I hate drawing them because Iâm just not very good at it lol. Iâm just never happy with how I do their spikes, and I canât colour them in a way that looks good. Itâs definitely just a skill issue, because the tribe I draw most often are NightWings, which use a completely opposite colouring method that Iâm much more practiced with now because of that, but Iâm still going to complain about it.
Thereâs not much to say about Scarlet. Sheâs Scarlet! Sheâs cool! I like drawing her! Next!
I wish I was better at designing jewellery because Arctic and Foeslayer in their matching formal attire could look so cool if it was done by anyone other than me. For this one I head canon that when dragons are under the effect of animus magic, their eyes tint towards the scale colour of the dragon who cast the spell, so Foeslayerâs are blue-ish because of Arcticâs protection spell. Also I worry I draw her too green sometimes for a NightWing but eh I think it looks nice.
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Lil Daredevils with big hearts
featuring. ekko x wife!reader
note. i need more aunt! jinx (this is horrible i donât like it but iâve spent way too much time on this)
requested. by anon
Your birthday had been a quiet affair so far, just you, Ekko, and the twins at the Firelight hideout. You hadnât expected much; after all, it was difficult to celebrate properly in a city like this. But your daughters, ever the spirited pair, had whispered and giggled all morning, plotting something secret. You knew they wanted to surprise you, but you couldnât have guessed how far theyâd go.
The more mischievous of the two, had decided that a proper birthday gift was non-negotiable. Her twin, more cautious but equally devoted, followed her lead. Together, they hatched a plan: She would swipe something special from a merchant in the Piltover market while her sister kept watch. It was innocent enough in their young minds, a way to show how much they loved their mama. But even at five years old, the twins underestimated the risk.
The plan unraveled quickly. The more excited twin had barely snatched a sparkling trinket from a vendorâs table when the merchant shouted, drawing the attention of none other than Caitlyn Kiramman. The Enforcerâs sharp eyes caught sight of the tiny thief darting between stalls, her twin calmer sister trailing behind, trying to call her back. Caitlynâs voice rang out, calm yet commanding. âStop right there!â
But the twins didnât stop. Fear propelled them forward, their small feet pattering against the cobblestones. Caitlyn sighed, reaching for her rifle, intending only to fire a warning shot to make them halt. The sight of the weapon, however, filled you with cold dread as you turned the corner and saw the scene unfolding. Your maternal instincts overrode all reason, and without hesitation, you threw yourself between Caitlyn and the girls just as her finger accidentally squeezed the trigger.
The shot echoed through the narrow street, sharp and unforgiving. Pain exploded in your side as the bullet tore through flesh, and you stumbled, clutching the wound as blood seeped between your fingers. The twins froze in horror, their eyes wide and filled with tears. Caitlyn lowered her rifle instantly, her face stricken with regret. âOh my gods⌠I didnât meanââ
The chaos only deepened as Ekko and Vi arrived, drawn by the sound of gunfire. Ekkoâs eyes went wide as he took in the sight of you on the ground, bleeding, with Caitlyn standing nearby, rifle still in hand. Rage replaced the shock in an instant. âWhat the hell did you do?â he snarled, rushing to your side.
Vi, confused and alarmed, held up her hands. âCait, whatâs going on? Who are they?â
Caitlyn stammered, clearly shaken. âI didnât know they were childrenâshe justâshe jumped in the way!â
Before Ekko could unleash the full force of his anger, a familiar chaotic energy entered the scene. Jinx appeared out of nowhere, her wild grin softening when she saw the twins huddled together, crying. âHey, hey, whatâs all this fuss about?â she said, kneeling to their level. âDonât worry, Auntie Jinx is here.â
You managed a weak smile through the pain. âJinx⌠take them. Please.â
Ekko didnât even need to look to know you trusted her implicitly. Jinx gently scooped up the twins, her tone uncharacteristically soothing. âCome on, munchkins. Letâs go somewhere fun, yeah? Donât worry about your mama. Sheâs tougher than she looks.â
The twins clung to her, still sniffling, but they didnât protest. With one last glance at you, Jinx disappeared as swiftly as she had arrived, the twins safe in her care.
Ekko turned his attention back to Caitlyn and Vi, his protective instincts blazing. âYou pointed a gun at my daughters?â he hissed, his voice dangerously low.
Caitlyn stepped forward, guilt etched into every line of her face. âI didnât know they were yours, Ekko. They were running, and Iââ
âThatâs no excuse,â Ekko snapped, cutting her off. âTheyâre kids. My kids. You donât aim a gun at children, ever.â
Vi, still piecing everything together, held up her hands. âWait, wait. Youâre married? And you have kids?â
âUh. Yeah, Vi,â Ekko shot back, his tone sharp. âSurprise. Maybe if you and your Enforcer girlfriend werenât so trigger-happy, youâd probably know that by now.â
âEkko,â you murmured weakly, placing a hand on his arm. âIt was an accident. Please let it go.â
He knelt beside you, his anger softening as he saw the pain in your eyes. âLet it go? She shot you.â
âIt was my choice,â you said, your voice firm despite the pain. âI saw the gun, and I jumped. She didnât mean to.â
Caitlyn crouched down, meeting your gaze with a sincerity that was hard to ignore. âI swear to you, I would never intentionally harm anyone, especially not a child. Iâm so sorry.â
Ekko didnât respond immediately, his jaw tight as he tried to rein in his emotions. Vi stepped closer, her expression more serious now. âLook, I get why youâre pissed. If someone hurt my family, Iâd lose it too. But Caitlyn made a mistake. Let us help. Weâll get her patched up.â
You reached for Ekkoâs hand, squeezing it gently. âPlease, my love.â
He let out a long breath, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. âFine. But weâre not done talking about this.â
Vi nodded, offering her hand to help you up. âFair enough. Letâs get you somewhere safe first.â
Later, back at the Firelight hideout, Ekko hovered over you as you rested on your shared bed, the wound bandaged but still tender. The twins were with Jinx in another part of the hideout, their giggles faintly audible through the walls.
Vi and Caitlyn stood nearby, both uncharacteristically quiet. Ekko finally broke the silence, his voice low but firm. âYouâre lucky sheâs okay. If she wasnâtâŚâ
âI know,â Caitlyn said softly, her usual confidence replaced by remorse. âIâll do whatever it takes to make this right.â
Vi crossed her arms, glancing at you. âFor what itâs worth, youâve got guts. Jumping in like that? Not many people would do that.â
You managed a small smile. âNot many people have kids like mine.â
Ekko sat beside you, his hand resting over yours. âTheyâre lucky to have you as their mom.â
Despite the lingering tension, the room felt a little lighter. Jinxâs voice suddenly called out from the other room. âHey! The mischievous one is trying to climb the wall again! Who taught these kids to be such little daredevils?â
Ekko sighed, a faint smile tugging at his lips. âI wonder where they get it from.â
You laughed softly, wincing as the movement tugged at your side. âMaybe their dad?â
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individual frames of my recent animation u can watch here on yt or in my previous tumblr posts
feel free to use as pfp or wallpapers as long as its with credit!
re7, pre re8, and during re8
out of all of these the most visually pleasing is re7, i really love the red and green, it was fun making all the frames with their little trinkets that relate to the current events, the one with the lords was especially fun to make
daniela, lady D, angie, donna, moreau, and chris
daniela is my fave, i think she looks so cute, chris is a close second though, i drew lady D first and based everyone else off of her, my least favorite is donna just because there isnt a lot going on
karl, miranda and ethans heart, and eveline
this may be my favorite karl i have ever drawn and i did it with my finger on flipaclip and i have never been able to replicate it again and its making me so depressed
i really like miranda in this as well, she looks very pretty
some of my favorite frames!
this impact frame of ethan being caught by karl, i think he looks like a really stressed hamster and its really funny to me
paranoid ethan pre re8 was very fun to draw, i like how scared and nervous he looks
the frame before ethan detonates the bomb
i like this frame, his eyes r a little bigger than before and his lips r more "M" i think he looks cute, my friends said it was too depressing when i drew the frame in vc
the eveline segment is the only part with shading and i liked it alot, i think she looks spooky
bonus!:
the two backgrounds i made in ibis paint for the walking segment and the test colors i had made for all the parts in the animation, as well as the drawing the re7 segment was entirely based off of which u can find here!
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âLet goâ
warnings: soft smut,dom Caitlyn Kiramman, dom Vi, dom Maddie Nolan, sub Y/N, use of strap on, Cait, Vi and Maddie giving,f receiving, vaginal penetration, foursome, and lesbian sex.
The night was electric with the hum of the city as the neon lights flickered in the streets below. The crisp air of Piltover was laced with excitementâand more intimate desires. Y/N had always been drawn to the rush of being an enforcer. Working alongside Vi and Caitlyn, she found herself tangled in a world filled with adrenaline, danger, and a hint of promise lingering just beneath the surface.
Tonight, however, the trio was off-duty and the weight of their roles melted away as they gathered in Caitlyn's elegantly decorated apartment hidden high above the bustling streets. Soft music floated through the room, setting an alluring atmosphere. Y/N throbbed with anticipation as she looked at the two women who had quickly filled both her professional and personal life with fervor.
Vi stood with her arms crossed, a mischievous grin lighting up her tattooed face. "Ready for some fun, ladies?" she quipped, her playful smirk igniting a spark in Y/N's core.Â
Caitlyn, with her poised demeanor and captivating beauty, stepped closer, but not before casting a knowing glance at Y/N. "I think weâre going to indulge in something a little more⌠intense tonight," she purred, arching an eyebrow as she approached, her fingers trailing lightly along Y/N's arm.
Y/N flushed, her heart racing as her pulse quickened. She loved the way Vi and Caitlyn paired their bold personalities with moments of soft tenderness, especially when it came to her. Maddie had joined the two, her commanding presence adding to the heat in the room. As a fellow enforcer, she understood passion but brought an edge that left Y/N in awe.
"Y/N," Maddie drawled, her voice low and sultry, drawing Y/N's attention. "Youâve always followed our lead, but tonight, let's flip the script." Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she produced a strap-on from behind her back, its sleek design shimmering under the ambient lights.
Y/Nâs breath hitched as she felt both exhilarated and submissiveâa mix that made her pulse race faster. "Are you sure?" she stammered, her cheeks rosy under their scrutiny.
Caitlyn knelt before her, tender but firm. "Youâre always so strong, Y/N. Give yourself permission to let go. Let us take care of you." The gentle tug at Y/Nâs heartstrings was enough to push her forward.
In a flurry of movement, the three women surrounded her, each brushing hands along her arms, tracing the curves of her body, giving her the warmth she craved. Vi pressed forward, capturing Y/Nâs lips with hers, the kiss igniting fireworks in her gut. The kiss was fiery and deep, filled with tongues tanglingâthe taste of Vi pushing Y/N over the edge.
Caitlyn and Maddie joined their energies, kissing along Y/Nâs shoulders, leaving trails of warmth that made her shiver. "Such pretty skin," Caitlyn whispered, her fingertips tracing Y/Nâs collarbone, sending shivers down her spine.
Maddie, with her strategic precision, helped Y/N out of her clothing, revealing her soft curves and delicate features. "Absolutely stunning," Maddie said with an appreciative grin, her voice low and commanding.Â
Vi grinned, eyes glinting with lust as she wrapped an arm around Y/N, pulling her close once more. "We canât wait, can we? Letâs give her what she deserves."
As Maddie slid the strap-on into place, Y/N's body tingled with anticipation. She looked at the three women who surrounded herâeach powerful in their own right, yet united in this moment of intimate exploration.
The teasing began slowly, with gentle touches and soft encouragement. Y/N surrendered to their desires, lost in the beauty of each kiss and caress, allowing herself to drift. Vi was the first to take her time, her movements deliberate as she teased Y/N just to the edge of pleasure before pulling away, letting the anticipation build further.
Caitlyn soon joined, her hands gliding along Y/Nâs shapely curves, her voice a soothing balm, whispering sweet nothings amidst moans and encouragement. "Youâre doing so well, Y/N," she breathed, eyes sparkling with mischief as she watched Y/N squirm under their attention.
Maddie finally stood behind Y/N, securing her arms, bringing her close. "Are you ready for us?" she murmured, voice heavy with promise. Y/N nodded, breath hitching in excitement and lust.
âOne, twoâŚâ Maddie counted down before plunging in deep, eliciting a cry from Y/N as her body instinctively arched in response. "Let go, babe," Maddie coaxed, thrusting with precision as their rhythm synchronized, each movement intensifying the bliss coursing through Y/N.
Vi and Caitlyn took turns kissing her deeply, each touch igniting hotter embers of desire. The room thrummed with shared breaths, the world outside forgotten beneath a haze of pleasure.
With every thrust, every caress, Y/N surrendered completely, losing herself in the passion that poured over her. Each woman shared conspiratorial glances filled with heat, knowing that this moment was not just theirs but a shared experience crafted among four souls entwined in passion.
Together, they built a crescendoâeach pulling Y/N to heights she had only dreamed of as they whispered sweet encouragements, stitching deeper connections into their bond.
As Y/N teetered on that precipice of release, she could feel the overwhelming desire in the air, threading through their shared bodies, pushing her further. Sparks ignited with each motion until finally, the wheels of ecstasy clicked into place.
âLet go with us, Y/N,â Vi urged, fingers entwined in Y/Nâs hair, giving her a grounding tether as the world swirled in delight.
With a shattering moan, Y/N surrendered to the waves crashing over her, and in that moment, they were all lost together as stars exploded in their shared darkness.
As the energy settled, Y/N lay amidst her lovers, limbs tangled, each breath mingling in the afterglow. They had crossed the threshold, stepping beyond the bounds of duty into a world of intimate freedom, knowing this was merely the beginning of countless adventures they would share together.
In the heart of Piltover, four souls intertwined in a dance of power, beauty, and the magical embrace of one another.
The night was electric with the hum of the city as the neon lights flickered in the streets below. The crisp air of Piltover was laced with excitementâand more intimate desires. Y/N had always been drawn to the rush of being an enforcer. Working alongside Vi and Caitlyn, she found herself tangled in a world filled with adrenaline, danger, and a hint of promise lingering just beneath the surface.
Tonight, however, the trio was off-duty and the weight of their roles melted away as they gathered in Caitlyn's elegantly decorated apartment hidden high above the bustling streets. Soft music floated through the room, setting an alluring atmosphere. Y/N throbbed with anticipation as she looked at the two women who had quickly filled both her professional and personal life with fervor.
Vi stood with her arms crossed, a mischievous grin lighting up her tattooed face. "Ready for some fun, ladies?" she quipped, her playful smirk igniting a spark in Y/N's core.Â
Caitlyn, with her poised demeanor and captivating beauty, stepped closer, but not before casting a knowing glance at Y/N. "I think weâre going to indulge in something a little more⌠intense tonight," she purred, arching an eyebrow as she approached, her fingers trailing lightly along Y/N's arm.
Y/N flushed, her heart racing as her pulse quickened. She loved the way Vi and Caitlyn paired their bold personalities with moments of soft tenderness, especially when it came to her. Maddie had joined the two, her commanding presence adding to the heat in the room. As a fellow enforcer, she understood passion but brought an edge that left Y/N in awe.
"Y/N," Maddie drawled, her voice low and sultry, drawing Y/N's attention. "Youâve always followed our lead, but tonight, let's flip the script." Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she produced a strap-on from behind her back, its sleek design shimmering under the ambient lights.
Y/Nâs breath hitched as she felt both exhilarated and submissiveâa mix that made her pulse race faster. "Are you sure?" she stammered, her cheeks rosy under their scrutiny.
Caitlyn knelt before her, tender but firm. "Youâre always so strong, Y/N. Give yourself permission to let go. Let us take care of you." The gentle tug at Y/Nâs heartstrings was enough to push her forward.
In a flurry of movement, the three women surrounded her, each brushing hands along her arms, tracing the curves of her body, giving her the warmth she craved. Vi pressed forward, capturing Y/Nâs lips with hers, the kiss igniting fireworks in her gut. The kiss was fiery and deep, filled with tongues tanglingâthe taste of Vi pushing Y/N over the edge.
Caitlyn and Maddie joined their energies, kissing along Y/Nâs shoulders, leaving trails of warmth that made her shiver. "Such pretty skin," Caitlyn whispered, her fingertips tracing Y/Nâs collarbone, sending shivers down her spine.
Maddie, with her strategic precision, helped Y/N out of her clothing, revealing her soft curves and delicate features. "Absolutely stunning," Maddie said with an appreciative grin, her voice low and commanding.Â
Vi grinned, eyes glinting with lust as she wrapped an arm around Y/N, pulling her close once more. "We canât wait, can we? Letâs give her what she deserves."
As Maddie slid the strap-on into place, Y/N's body tingled with anticipation. She looked at the three women who surrounded herâeach powerful in their own right, yet united in this moment of intimate exploration.
The teasing began slowly, with gentle touches and soft encouragement. Y/N surrendered to their desires, lost in the beauty of each kiss and caress, allowing herself to drift. Vi was the first to take her time, her movements deliberate as she teased Y/N just to the edge of pleasure before pulling away, letting the anticipation build further.
Caitlyn soon joined, her hands gliding along Y/Nâs shapely curves, her voice a soothing balm, whispering sweet nothings amidst moans and encouragement. "Youâre doing so well, Y/N," she breathed, eyes sparkling with mischief as she watched Y/N squirm under their attention.
Maddie finally stood behind Y/N, securing her arms, bringing her close. "Are you ready for us?" she murmured, voice heavy with promise. Y/N nodded, breath hitching in excitement and lust.
Maddie breathed in before plunging in deep, eliciting a cry from Y/N as her body instinctively arched in response. "Let go, babe," Maddie coaxed, thrusting with precision as their rhythm synchronized, each movement intensifying the bliss coursing through Y/N.
Vi and Caitlyn took turns kissing her deeply, each touch igniting hotter embers of desire. The room thrummed with shared breaths, the world outside forgotten beneath a haze of pleasure.
With every thrust, every caress, Y/N surrendered completely, losing herself in the passion that poured over her. Each woman shared conspiratorial glances filled with heat, knowing that this moment was not just theirs but a shared experience crafted among four souls entwined in passion.
Together, they built a crescendoâeach pulling Y/N to heights she had only dreamed of as they whispered sweet encouragements, stitching deeper connections into their bond.
As Y/N teetered on that precipice of release, she could feel the overwhelming desire in the air, threading through their shared bodies, pushing her further. Sparks ignited with each motion until finally, the wheels of ecstasy clicked into place.
âLet go with us, Y/N,â Vi urged, fingers entwined in Y/Nâs hair, giving her a grounding tether as the world swirled in delight.
With a shattering moan, Y/N surrendered to the waves crashing over her, and in that moment, they were all lost together as stars exploded in their shared darkness.
As the energy settled, Y/N lay amidst her lovers, limbs tangled, each breath mingling in the afterglow. They had crossed the threshold, stepping beyond the bounds of duty into a world of intimate freedom, knowing this was merely the beginning of countless adventures they would share together.
In the heart of Piltover, four souls intertwined in a dance of power, beauty, and the magical embrace of one another.
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The Good Girl
Label Mature 18+
One Shot
Summary Shy timid and sweet by nature you have trouble adjusting to the real world until a fateful chain of events compels  you to do something a good girl would never dream of.
Heading from Michigan state back to Wisconsin for spring break you get stranded in a downpour with your roommate on the out skirts of Chicago.
Luckily for you thereâs a bar nearby to seek help where you meet a handsome stranger who blurs the lines between right and wrong, until you find yourself drawn into a wild night of passion.
â ď¸ Hardcore Smut â ď¸ dubcon â˘coercion ⢠inexperience â˘shyness â˘corruption â˘age gap⢠power play⢠overstimulation â˘fingering â˘nipple playâ˘teasing⢠size kink ⢠orgasms ⢠protection
Inspo two requests similar theme for Benny âşď¸ age gap +innocent reader + smut (obsessed so I combined them đ) enjoy *Special thanks @thejoywillburnoutthepain
The Good Girl
You and your friend, Darlene, have been driving for hours when you finally reach the mile marker for Chicago. The relentless downpour makes it nearly impossible to see through the windshield.
The wipers work frantically, but the rain falls faster than they can clear it and Darleneâs brows furrow as she concentrates on the road.
The two of you are heading back to Wisconsin for spring break from Michigan State University. You had only been at the university for a few months, and everything still felt new and overwhelming.
The campus was massive, and you, timid and shy, had found it hard to fit in right away. Meeting Darlene had been a stroke of luck.
She is confident and outgoing with a knack for effortlessly making friendsâfun in a way that draws everyone in. You, on the other hand, are shy and strait-laced, always playing the good girl, the one who follows the rules unsure how to step out of your comfort zone.
While Darlene charges into life without hesitation, you tend to observe, fading into the background, content in your quieter world. But somehow, despite your differences, youâve become inseparable.
When you first moved into the dorms, you had been so nervous about sharing a room with someone. The thought of spending months with a complete stranger had filled you with anxiety, but Darlene quickly eased your worries.Â
From the moment she introduced herself, she had a way of making you feel comfortable. It helped that she was also from Wisconsin, and the two of you bonded quickly over the familiar feeling of home.
Darlene was everything you werenâtâbold, loud, and always up for a good time. She had quickly become the center of your small social circle, and while you were still adjusting to university life, you admired how easily she navigated it.Â
Always quieter and more reserved, you were happy to let her take the lead in most things, and Darlene didnât seem to mind your shyness one bit. If anything, Darlene had made it her mission to pull you out of your shell.Â
Sheâd coax you into doing things youâd never dream of, flashing that infectious smile that made it impossible to say no.
Whether it was dragging you to social events or encouraging you to take risks, Darlene seemed to thrive on challenging the boundaries you set for yourself always making sure it was in a way that made you feel a little spark of confidence.
As she drives through the storm, you canât help but feel a little more at ease with her behind the wheel. Even though she plays around a lot, sheâs focused now, her hands steady as the car moves cautiously along the rain-soaked highway.
âYou alright over there?â Darlene asks, glancing at you for a second before returning her eyes to the road.
âYeah,â you reply quietly, your hands resting nervously in your lap. âJust⌠this weather is pretty bad.â
Darlene chuckles, her confidence unwavering. âDonât worry, itâs just a little rain,â she says, and though the intensity of the downpour would make most people nervous, she stays calm and upbeat.
You canât help but smile a little. Even though youâre shy and still adjusting to this new chapter of your life, Darlene has a way of making you feel like everything will be okay. For someone like you, whoâs always been more cautious and hesitant, having her around feels like a safety net.
âI still canât believe youâve never had a boyfriend,â Darlene teases, glancing over at you with a mischievous grin, trying to keep the mood light despite the weather.
You blush, feeling self-conscious. âItâs not like I havenât thought about it,â you mutter, looking down at your hands in your lap. âI just⌠I donât know. Iâve never met the right guy.â
Darlene laughs lightly, shaking her head. âYouâve gotta stop waiting for some prince charming to show up on a white horse. Sometimes you just gotta go for it.â
You smile softly, fiddling with the edge of your dress. âMaybe. But I donât want to rush into something just to say Iâve had a boyfriend.â
Darlene rolls her eyes playfully. âYouâre too sweet for this world, I swear.â
Just as she says that, the car begins to sputter. Darlene frowns, glancing down at the dashboard. âThatâs not good,â she says, concern flickering in her voice.
Before you can ask whatâs happening, the engine stalls completely. The car coasts to a slow stop on the side of the road, the rain pounding relentlessly against the roof.
âOh, great,â Darlene groans, slumping back in her seat. âWhat now?â
You both sit in silence for a moment, the sound of the rain and the dead silence of the car making it clear youâre stuck.
âWhat do we do?â you ask, glancing around at the empty, rain-soaked road.
Darlene sighs. âI donât know, but we canât sit here forever. Maybe thereâs something up ahead.â
Squinting through the rain, you spot a faint neon sign flickering in the distance. âHey, look,â you say, pointing. âThereâs a bar up there. Maybe we can get some help?â
Darlene turns to see the sign and nods quickly. âItâs worth a shot. Letâs go.â
Without a jacket or umbrella, you and Darlene step out into the pouring rain. Within moments, youâre completely soaked, the rain drenching your clothes and hair. You hurry toward the bar, the neon sign glowing brighter as you approach.
When you finally reach the doors and step inside, the warmth of the bar wraps around you, and you let out a relieved sigh. The room is filled with low chatter and the sound of pool balls clacking together.Â
Every male patron glances up, momentarily caught off guard by your appearance as you and Darlene enter, dripping wet from the rain.
One in particular, catches your eyeâheâs leaning over the pool table, his muscular arms exposed in a sleeveless tee, a cue stick resting in his hand. His sandy brown hair is tousled lightly and his striking blue eyes immediately lock onto yours as his full lips curve into a knowing smile.
Youâve never seen a man like him beforeâso rugged, so effortlessly confident. His eyes seem to hold you in place, like he can see through every layer of you, and your cheeks burn, suddenly realizing your dress is clinging to your form.
A wave of nerves and excitement washes over you as and you quickly look away, feeling flustered as your hands fidget nervously pulling down the hem of your soaked dress.
You can still feel his eyes on you, the heat rushing to your face, and no matter how hard you try, you canât stop yourself as you sneak another glance at him.
He sets his cue stick down, the game long forgotten as he starts walking your way. His friend follows his gaze, pausing mid-shot, but all you can focus on is him. Your mind is a blur of emotions as he approaches, and you struggle to compose yourself.
âYouâre gonna catch a chill like that,â he says, his voice deep and warm, his eyes never leaving yours. âWhat happened to you?â
Your words stick in your throat, and you try to speak, but only a few soft breaths escape. You take in how tall he is, your eyes flicking over the strength of his muscles before managing to lock eyes with him again. Up close, heâs even more gorgeous, and your heart skips a beat.
Darlene notices the effect he has on you and grins, stepping in to lead the conversation.Â
âOur car stalled,â she explains, glancing at you, clearly amused by how dumbstruck you are staring at him. âWe donât know why it happened, but itâs up the road. Iâm Darlene by the way and this shy one here isââÂ
She nudges you to  introduces yourself  and when you tell him your name itâs barely more than a whisper as you look up at him still caught in a daze.
âIâm Benny,â he says, his expression softening, his gaze lingering on you. âIâll get you some help,â and with that he heads toward the bar, leaving you standing there with your pulse racing in his absence.
You and Darlene wait as Benny asks the bartender to call a local tow truck. The bartender nods, picking up the phone to make the call, but you can barely concentrate.Â
Your thoughts are completely consumed by Bennyâhis voice, his easy confidence, the way he moves. Your gaze keeps drifting over his body, noticing how the biceps in his muscular arms flex in his sleeveless shirt, every movement smooth and effortless.
âSo, thatâs your type, huh?â Darlene teases seeing the way you stare at Benny with an all knowing grin. âNo wonder the college boys arenât doing it for you.â
You flush with embarrassment, glancing at Darlene, unsure of what to say. âIâwhat? No, I canât justâŚ,â you stammer, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks.
âWhy not? Heâs gorgeous. You should go for it,â she encourages, her grin widening as she nudges you playfully.
âI canât,â you murmur, shaking your head. The idea feels too bold, too daring, but your heart races at the thought.
Before you can protest further, Benny returns, a reassuring smile on his face. âLooks like youâll get a tow when the rain clears up,â he says, his eyes flicking to yours with a warmth that makes your pulse quicken.
âWhere do you live?â Benny asks casually, his gaze still fixed on you, making you feel like youâre the only one in the room.
âW-Wisconsin, Iâm on spring breakâŚfromâŚ-M-Michigan Stateâ you finally manage to get out, your voice stuttering as you try to calm your rising nerves.
Benny tuts softly, shaking his head with an amused grin. âLong way from home sugar,â he says smoothly, his tone low and infectious with a look in his eyes that makes your stomach flip. You nod eagerly, unable to shake the butterflies swirling inside you under his gaze.
He glances out the window, noticing the rain still coming down in sheets. "Looks like weâll be here for a while," he smiles. "How about a game of pool to pass the time?" He asks as his eyes lock onto yours, and the way he says it makes your heart skip a beat.
You fidget nervously, your fingers brushing against the hem of your damp dress shy under his attention. "Iâve⌠Iâve never played before," you admit, feeling a flush in your cheeks.
Darlene, ever the bold one, nudges you with a grin. "Sheâd love to learn," she teases, giving you a knowing look, clearly amused by how flustered you are around Benny.
Benny grins his eyes softening as he looks at you. "Câmon, Iâll show you sugar," he coaxes gently, his voice like honey with warmth and reassurance. âIâll teach you everything you need to know."
His charm works its magic, and despite your nerves, thereâs something about Bennyâs easygoing nature that makes you feel a little more comfortable.Â
He gestures for his friend, a tall guy with a laid back smile, to come over. "This is Cal," Benny introduces. "Cal, this is Darlene."
Cal flashes an easy grin, nodding at Darlene,âNice to meet you,â he says, and the way his eyes linger on her makes it clear that heâs more than happy to take over the role of entertaining her for the night.
Benny brings you over to the pool table and once there, he quickly pockets the scattered balls from the previous game until only a white and red one remain.
You canât help but admire the way his muscles flex beneath his sleeveless tee as he lines them up, the white ball at the edge near you and the red ball in the center, each placement deliberate and smooth. When heâs done he looks up and catches you watching him, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his lips.
âReady?â he asks, his voice low and inviting. You nod and he picks up a cue stick placing it gently in your hands, you stare down at its size and feel its weight in your palms unsure of what to do.
"Here," he says softly, his fingers brushing against yours and he positions you over the table.
The heat of his body is almost overwhelming against you and your pulse quickens while he guides your movements.Â
"Just like this," he murmurs, leaning in, his breath warm against your ear. "You gotta line it up to take your shot, then you ease into it until it feels right."
The sound of his voice, so deep and close, sends a shiver down your spine.Â
His chest presses lightly against your back as he adjusts your grip on the cue, and the firm feel of his body so close to yours has you nearly forgetting how to even hold the stick.
Your try to focus, but itâs impossible with Benny pressed against you, his touch is smooth and casual as he leans in even closer, his hand gently guiding yours as you prepare you take your first shot.Â
"Youâve got to get it just right," he whispers softly near your ear, and the simple gesture has your breath catching in your throat.
You look up from the game and see Darlene having a blast with Cal, their laughter filling the bar as they sip drinks and select music from the jukebox carefree and completely at ease.Â
"Do you drink?" Benny asks suddenly, his voice low, his blue eyes flicking over to you with a teasing glint.
You shake your head, barely managing to answer as your mind races with the feel of his hand still resting over yours on the pool cue. "No⌠never," you say, your voice breathless.
Bennyâs smile grows approvingly. "Good girl," he says in a low, teasing tone, his gaze lingering on your flushed face for just a moment longer before returning to the game.Â
His compliment sends a wave of warmth through you, and you canât help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness.
His hand moves to your waist and for a moment, just from his touch, your heart races even faster.Â
"Youâre doing so good," he says softly, his eyes catching yours again, and the way he looks at you makes your stomach flip.
His grip tightens on your waist as he adjusts your stance and warmth of his palm through the thin fabric of your dress ignites something deep within you.
Despite trying to focus on the game, all you can think about is Benny and how close he is, every subtle movement of his body feeling impossibly intimate.
Benny flexes his arm, as he holds you to line up the shot, and a small, breathy sound of pleasure escapes your lips.Â
His smile widens instantly, hearing it âYou alright there, sweetheart?â he asks, his voice soft, laced with a teasing tone.
You can feel your face burning, embarrassed by how easily youâve been overcome by him, but Benny doesnât seem to mind.Â
The way his eyes linger on you with his fingers gently pressing into your waist, says heâs enjoying every second.
âRelax for me,â he whispers, his breath warm against your ear.
His entire body presses against yours as he helps guide the pool cue forward, and all you can focus on is the sensation of his strong arms wrapped around you, the firmness of his chest, and the way his breath is warm on your skin.
âWeâre almost there,â he whispers again, teasing against your ear.
Youâre completely overwhelmed by him, and you can tell he knows it. His smile stays soft, as if heâs testing just how easily he can make your heart race with a single touch.
He thrusts into you hard as you both push the stick forward. The flex of his body against yours makes pleasurable sigh escape your lips.Â
You feel a warmth flood through you as the ball rolls smoothly across the table and lands perfectly in the pocket with a satisfying clack.
His smile grows even wider, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. âJust like that,â he murmurs, his voice deep and smooth, the words sending a shiver through you.
As you slowly stand back up together the heat between you intensifies, with a single glance, your eyes lock on his in a way thatâs more than just a feelingâitâs deeper. Every breath feels heavier, the air charged with something unspoken, heavy with anticipation, waiting for what comes next.
Neither of you notice the bartender approaching until he speaks, âSorry to say, ladies,â he says, looking between you and Darlene.
âEven though the rainâs let up, I canât reach the tow truck driver again. Seems heâs already clocked out for the night, Iâll have to try again in the morning.â
You stand in shock, exchanging a worried glance with Darlene, the reality sinking in that youâre stranded without a way home.
âThereâs a motel not far from here thatâll take you in for the night,â the bartender offers.
Darlene, always practical but a bit frustrated, sighs. âThatâs nice and all, but we donât even have a way to get there without the car.â
âI can take you,â Benny says, his voice steady and reassuring, his eyes locking on yours. âOn my Harley.â
Your heart skips a beat at the mention of his motorcycle, excitement and nerves swirling inside as you look up at him, shy and hesitant.
âIâve never been on a motorcycle before,â you admit quietly, your voice barely a whisper.
Bennyâs grin widens, a knowing glint in his eyes. âThereâs a first time for everything,â he says, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. âDidnât have any trouble learning how to play pool,â he adds, his gaze slowly looking you over, lingering on you with a heated intensity.
The hint of seduction in his words makes your knees weaken slightly, your heart racing as you nod shyly, completely captivated by the effortless charm in his voice.
Cal, glances at Darlene. âI can take you, too, if youâre game,â he offers with an easygoing smile.
Darlene doesnât miss a beat, grinning as she says, âSounds like fun! Sure, why not?â Her carefree attitude puts you a little more at ease, though your heart still races with anticipation.
Bennyâs gaze lingers on you, his smile softening. âYouâll be alright with me.â Â He promises and the protective edge in his voice makes you quickly nod as you look up at him.
After closing out the tab, he brings you in close pulling his leather jacket on to you, the scent of leather with the faint hint of him surrounding your presence.
âCanât have you catching a chill, sweetheart,â he says with a smile, his voice low and smooth as his eyes lock onto yours, causing a surge of warmth to rush through you at the unexpected gesture.
He leads you outside as the damp night air settles around you, still heavy from the rain. You follow him to his motorcycle, a black, metallic shiny thing with chrome glinting in the low light. Itâs unlike anything youâve seen beforeâsleek, powerful, like it could tear down the road without a second thought.
Benny moves with a natural confidence effortlessly swinging his leg over the bike, settling into place with ease. When he kick-starts the engine, it roars to life, the low, rumbling sound vibrating through the air, sending a thrill straight through you.
He turns, offering his hand with a calm smile.
âCome on, sugar,â he says, his voice smooth and reassuring. His hand is warm as you take it and your heart is pounding as you climb onto the bike behind him wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. The feel of his solid body beneath your touch makes you feel safe, despite the wild excitement racing through you.
His sleeveless tee does little to conceal the firm, hard muscle beneath your fingertips, heightening your awareness of his strength as you hold him tighter, feeling every movement of his powerful body under your grasp.
You glance over and watch as Darlene climbs onto the back of Calâs bike with an eager smile, and soon both bikes rumble to life as you all take off into the night.Â
The engine hums beneath you, the power of it reverberating through your body as the wind whips around your face. The lights from the town blur past, the wet streets reflecting everything like a mirror.
The sensation of being so close to Bennyâfeeling the wind whip around you, his warmth steady in front of you as the bike rumbles under your legsâleaves you breathless. You feel a wild, exhilarating sense of freedom, like youâre untethered from everything as you speed through the cool, rain-soaked air.
Benny slows the bike as you near the motel, the rumble of the engine softening as he pulls into the lot and the bike rolls smoothly to a stop.Â
You tighten your arms around his waist reluctant to let go. The warmth of his body against yours, the security of his presence, makes you want to stay just like this for a little longer.
He shuts off the engine, and the sudden quiet is almost startling after the roar of the ride. His hand rests on yours as he turns his head, glancing back at you.
âYou alright?â he asks softly, the corners of his mouth lifting into a small smile. His voice is calm, reassuring, but thereâs something deeper in his gaze, as if he can feel the reluctance in your hold and you nod to him not quite ready to let go.
Darlene and Cal arrive, pulling up beside you, and you feel a wave of dismay as you realize the rideâand Bennys closenessâis coming to an end. With a soft sigh, you release him from your grasp.
Benny swings his leg off the bike and turns to help you down. His grip is strong, his hands firm as they steady you, and you cling to him, not wanting to let go, feeling so small and delicate in his protective hold.Â
When he gently places you on the ground, his hands linger a moment longer than they should, and your fingers instinctively tighten around his firm biceps.
Your eyes are soft, pleading for more as he gazes down at you. A knowing smile tugs at his lips feeling the same pull that you do, an unspoken connection between you both, drawing you closer without a single word.
âIâll go book two separate rooms for us,â Darlene suddenly announces, giving you a playful knowing look that makes your cheeks burn with embarrassment.Â
Itâs clear what sheâs insinuating, and the fact that she said it right in front of Benny makes your face flush even hotter.Â
You step back from him, your mind swirling with the implications. Youâve always been the good girl, careful and cautious, and now standing so close to him, youâre not sure how to navigate the feelings rushing through you.
As Darlene heads inside to handle the rooms, you stand there awkwardly, feeling a nervous flutter in your stomach.
Benny breaks the tension with an easy smile. âDonât worry,â he says, his voice low and warm.
âMaybe tomorrow we can grab some breakfast before you get your car sorted?â he suggests, and you can hear the a hint of reluctance in his voice.
His deep blue eyes lock onto yours, filled with the all the unspoken desire that lingers between you both, the weight of what you both want growing stronger, though neither of you says a word.
He steps closer, his chest almost brushing yours as he reaches for his jacket. His fingers graze your skin, starting at your shoulder, the touch slow and deliberate. His fingertips linger just a moment too long as they trail down your arm, sending a wave of heat rushing through you.Â
His touch ignites something deep inside, a warmth that spreads through your skin, making you ache for more. His movements are unhurried savoring every second of pulling the leather from your body.Â
As he slides the jacket off, you instinctively wrap your arms around yourself and itâs not just the chill that makes you do itâitâs the sudden vulnerability you feel leaving Benny.
As you look up to him his eyes are darkened with an intensity youâve never known and in that moment, youâre completely captivated by him, your mind racing with the thought of whether or not you should invite him to stay the night.
Before you can make up your mind, Darlene returns, holding two room keys in her hand.
âGoodnight, boys,â she says with a wink, clearly enjoying the situation far more than you.
âThanks for the fun,â Cal says, giving Darlene a grin and Benny smoothly pulls on his jacket as Cal mounts his bike.Â
âMeet you back at the bar,â Cal says with a casual nod, and Benny acknowledges him with a quick gesture before Cal rides off into the night.
Darlene hands you your key with a playful smile. âSee you in the morning,â she whispers, the teasing tone unmistakable as she heads toward her room, leaving you standing there, undecided.
Bennyâs eyes never leave you as he walks toward his motorcycle.Â
âIâll see you tomorrow before you go,â he says, his voice steady and calm, but you canât shake the lingering feelings you have for him.
You hesitate, watching him as he mounts his bike, and just before he kick-starts it, something inside you shifts. Without thinking, you call out, âBenny, wait!â
He pauses, placing his foot back down as he looks at you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. âYeah?â He asks his voice is warm and inviting.
Your heart pounds in your chest as you swallow your nerves, glancing down at the key in your hand.Â
âI was just⌠thinking,â you begin, your voice soft and shy. âMaybe⌠you could stay for a little while? I mean, if youâre not too tired.â
Benny dismounts his bike, a confident smile playing on his lips as he approaches. His hand reaches out, gently cupping your chin, tilting your face up until your eyes meet his.Â
âYou sure about that, sugar?â he asks, his voice low and smooth, carrying a hint of challenge.Â
âBecause Iâd be more happy to stay, just as long as I know Iâm not rushing you into anything.â He confirms his thumb brushing lightly across your chin.
You nod, feeling the warmth of his touch as your nerves begin to fade.
âIâm sure Benny,â you respond with a reassuring smile.
âAlright then,â he says softly, leaning in just enough so you can feel the warmth of his breath on your lips, âLead the way.â
You grin and head toward your room with Benny following close behind. The sensation of his presence making your heart pound in your chest as the quiet anticipation lingers in the air.
When you unlock the door and step inside, the atmosphere shifts as you look around the quant motel room feeling a quiet intimacy that fills the space.
Benny enters after you, the door closing softly behind him, and he quietly locks it.
As you turn to face him the warmth of Bennyâs presence so close makes your heart pound in your chest. His eyes linger on you with an unspoken understanding, as if he already knows what youâre about to say.Â
You swallow hard, feeling a little self-conscious, before finally admitting,Â
âI⌠Iâve never done anything like this before.â
Bennyâs smile widens, his blue eyes lighting up with a mixture of affection and amusement.Â
âI know,â he says softly, his voice as smooth as velvet.Â
Thereâs something about the way he says it, the gentle confidence in his words, that makes your heart beat faster causing your face to flush.
He reaches out, brushing the back of his hand lightly against your cheek, his touch sending a wave of warmth through you.
His gaze is intense, filled with affection and something deeperâsomething that has you both nervous and thrilled all at once.Â
He leans in until his lips hover just near yours, the space between you charged with anticipation and then he kisses you. His lips press on yours soft, and unhurried savoring every second.
His hand gently cups your face with his lips warm against yours, each subtle kiss leaves you completely captivated, your breath catching as the arousal begins to stir deep inside.Â
His tenderness makes you feel lightheaded, completely drawn into him, completely lost. And then, just as you begin panting into his mouth he pulls away leaving you lightly trembling with your lips still warm from his touch.Â
He leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he speaks in that smooth, deep voice of his.Â
âWhy donât you get out of those wet clothes for me sugar?â he suggests softly, his tone gentle but firm, as if heâs already certain youâll listen to him.
You look up to him and hesitate for a brief moment, feeling a flush creep up your cheeks, but thereâs something about the way he says it that makes you nod quietly.Â
Thereâs no pressure, no urgency in his voiceâjust a gentle suggestion, and you find yourself readily obeying him.Â
You look up at him through your lashes, feeling both shy and cautious as you pull down the sleeves of your damp dress.
Benny leans back against the door, watching you with a soft smile, his eyes never leaving you for a second.Â
His gaze isnât overbearing, or insistent, instead itâs filled with a desire that makes you feel entirely wanted.Â
âDonât be shy,â he smiles seeing you pause not letting your dress fall lower than your chest.
His words make your heart flutter, and with a deep breath, you pull your dress down to your waist, hooking your thumbs into your panties and stepping out of them. Â
As your clothing drops to the floor you kneel down, slipping off your socks and shoes as your bare feet sink into the plush carpet of the room.
You can feel the heat of his gaze as you stand up in front of him. Now completely naked your hands tremble slightly, the cool air mixing with the excitement rushing through your body and you Instinctively look down, too shy to meet his eyes.
âThatâs better,â Benny says with approval, stepping closer. You can feel the warmth of his presence as his hand finds yours, pulling you gently to him. His other hand rests lightly on your waist, the simple touch making your heart race all over again.
âLook at me,â he whispers, his fingers softly tilting your chin up, guiding your gaze to meet his and intensity in his blue eyes draws you deeper into the unspoken desire that lingers for him.
âNot like you to fall for someone like me, is it?â he smiles, his hand sliding up your back, pulling you into his embrace.
âNeverâŚâ you whisper, your voice barely audible as you look into the depths of his eyes, falling harder for him with each passing second.
âFirst time for everything,â he whispers, his lips brushing against yours before capturing them in a kiss that melts all your nervousness away in an instant.
His lips are warm and soft as his mouth moves against yours, and this time a soft whimper escapes you as he deepens the kiss.
The simple sound ignites something in Benny, and his lips move against yours with more intensity, Â drawing you in until youâre completely caught in his rhythm, your heart pounding wildly in your chest.
Your hands reach up, clutching his shoulders, desperate for something to anchor you as the intensity of his kiss steals your breath away.
His hands begin to explore you, trailing down your back before settling on your curves, his firm grip igniting a heat that spreads through  your core.
You can feel your arousal building, warm and slick between your thighs. Your mind races, trying to keep up with the emotions flooding through you, but all you can focus on is himâhis touch, his kiss, the way he makes everything else fade away.Â
He pulls back just enough for you to catch a small breath, his lips barely an inch from yours and youâre already craving for more.
âYou want me?â he asks, his voice low, laced with an edge that makes your heart race even faster.Â
You nod, unable to speak, your voice caught in your throat as the rush of emotions and desire collide within you.Â
He grins, seeing the way you tremble, and without breaking eye contact, he shrugs off his jacket pulling up his tee and revealing the hard, sculpted muscles of his chest and abs.Â
His body is powerful, each line carved and defined, and the sight of him leaves you slack-jawed,
Youâve been wanting to see him like this all night, and now that he stands before you, your eyes widen in delight, taking in every inch of him.
âDonât be shy,â Benny grins, stepping closer, guiding your hand to his chest. âFeel me,â he urges softly, his voice calm and commanding.
His hand covers yours, encouraging you to explore him and your fingers glide down the hard planes of his abs his muscles flexing slightly under your touch.
The sensation of his strength beneath your fingertips sends a wave of heat rushing through you, making your breath hitch.
He steps back, his eyes never leaving yours, the intensity of his gaze locking you in place as he leans down to unlace his boots to set them aside.
When he stands back up, his gaze is even more intense, every movement deliberate as his fingers undo the button of his jeans making your heart races with anticipation.Â
He pauses lowering the zipper, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he looks at you, savoring the moment and drawing it out.Â
âYou sure youâre ready for this?â he asks his voice teasing and seductive like velvet as it wraps around you.
âYes, Benny,â you breathe, your eyes flicking up to his, your chest rising and falling rapidly, charged with desire.Â
 A slow smirk forms on his lips as he watches you, and with a  practiced ease, he slides his jeans down exposing his long, hard cock as your eyes go wide.
Itâs big â even bigger than you expected, the sheer size overwhelming you.
You chest tightens with nervousness, as you quickly look away feeling the heat rush to your face.
Benny reaches out, gently guiding your chin back to him. âEyes on me, sugar,â he says, his voice low and commanding as he holds your gaze steady. âThis is all for you,â he assures and his words are so certain, they leave you speechless.
He pulls a condom from his jeans and tears it open, drawing your eyes back down to his cock.
With practiced ease, he positions the condom at the tip, his fingers expertly rolling it down over his girth all the way to the base.Â
The way his cock stands, so heavy and full, sends a throb straight to your core and you  try not to stare, but itâs impossible not to.
Your eyes take in every detail, the thickness of it, the way his skin stretches over the veins, how firmly it extends in his grip.
A flicker of nervousness runs through you, the thought of whatâs coming next makes your body tense with both excitement and hesitation.Â
Benny notices the shift in your expression and smiles softly, leaning in close his hands moving to cradle your neck. âWeâll take it as slowâ he promises, his voice gentle as he caresses you, his thumbs tracing down the delicate lines of your neck.
You take a deep breath, feeling your heart race from his words as you slowly nod.
He moves gently as he guides you to lay down on the bed, the linen sheets soft against your skin. He follows your movements, his body just above you as he climbs on top, the bed dipping  under his weight.
His fingers trace the curve of your cheek, down your neck, and then linger on your waist. He takes his time, letting you feel the warmth of his body as he slowly settles down on top of you.
âYou alright?â he asks his voice soft and reassuring as his thumb strokes your hip and his eyes meet yours, filled with a quiet confidence that sets you at ease.Â
âYes, Benny,â you nod, finding your voice barely above a whisper and the way you breathe out his name makes his lips quirk into a small smile.
âGoodâ he says as  his hand slides down to your thigh, giving a gentle squeeze.
He leans in close, kissing the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, his lips lingering there, savoring every touch.
He slowly nudges your legs apart, his movements patient and deliberate as his fingers push in between them causing a jolt of to pleasure shoot through your core.Â
The slickness of your arousal coats his fingers as he slips the them over your folds and he spreads your wetness with soft strokes making moan in pleasure.
His lips brush against your jaw in reverence as he feels how wet you for him, a satisfied hum vibrating through his chest.
His thumb grazes your clit in just the right way, with a teasing pressure making your breath hitch, and he explores further, feeling the tension in your body melt under his touch.
He slips one finger inside feeling your walls adjust and then slowly adds another. He begins stretching you with a slow, gentle rhythm the sensation overwhelmingâtight and warm, coaxing deep moans  from your lips with each stroke.Â
The pressure of his fingers inside you builds with every thrust, steady and sure making your whole body arch from the bed, quickening with every gasp that escape from your lips.
His eyes never leave yours, watching your every reaction, every breath, every flutter of your eyelids, memorizing the way you respond to him.
âThatâs it sweet heart,â he whispers, his voice like a low purr, as his thumb presses into your clit with just enough pressure to make you moan and tremble beneath him. âGonna work you open nice and slow for meâ he whispers, his breath warm as it mingles with your own.
You can hear your wetness slicking between your thighs as his fingers work a rhythm that feels achingly perfect.
âYou ready for me?â he asks as his fingers moving in just the right way, making you arch against him even more as he pushes into you deeper.
You gasp from the depth of his fingers as you hesitate, your body unsure, already overwhelmed by the sensations heâs giving, not certain if you can take any more.Â
âI-I donât know if I can,â you manage to say, your voice breathless, trembling under his touch.
Benny presses a slow, tender kiss to your neck, his thumb circling your clit again with practiced ease. âYes you can sugar,â he whispers, his voice low tempting. âand just so you know with out a doubt, Iâm gonna make sure youâre begging for itâ he says with certainty.
You feel his fingers begin to work firmer inside of you, each thrust deliberate, coaxing a deeper response from your body. His words a promise, as you begin to moan in pleasure completely unraveling beneath him.
Benny grins, his lips finding your neck as he softly kisses the delicate skin there. âYour starting to feel it arenât you.â he hums, his voice affectionate as he moves lower, his lips wrapping around your nipple, sending a new wave of pleasure through your body.Â
His tongue flicks gently over your sensitive skin, and your body arches instinctively, surrendering to his touch. He sucks gently making you push against him, as his fingers never stop coaxing more of your wetness.
Your body reacts in ways you canât control, your thighs softly tremble as your chest rises and falls with uneven breaths. Your legs part instinctively under his touch, your thighs slick with the evidence of your desire.
A deep moan escapes your lips as he sucks harder on your nipple, his tongue flicking against you in a way that leaves your body craving more.Â
Your fingers clutch the sheets, your body writhing under the slow build of pleasure heâs giving. Your hips moving on their own, lifting towards him as your body seeks him out, needing more.
No longer unsure, your desperate for more of him feeling an emptiness you know only he can fill, and you moan for him your chest heaving as the pleasure builds tighter inside you.Â
âBenny!â You whine feeling all the sensations inside you at once, the warmth starting deep in your core and radiating outward, leaving you flushed and trembling.
Benny stops, his lips hovering over your nipple as he gazes up at you. âYouâre ready for me now, arenât you?â he asks his tone heavy with desire.Â
âYes Iâm ready,â you quickly pant your body trembling with need.
He wraps his had along the base of his cock and you gasp as you feel his large tip push against you, the size making you softly moan as he uses your wetness to coat it.
âGonna give you a tasteâ he says slipping the tip inside pulling back just enough to make your body pulse with a desperate need for more.
âThere you go,â he says, his voice a soothing as he grips your thigh, steadying you. âFeels good doesnât it?â he breathes.
You can feel his cock twitch in your impossibly tight walls and you nod feeling the pleasure radiating through you racing with the beat of your heart. You want more of him the anticipation almost too much to bear.
âTake me all the wayâ you say craving it and he responds moving his hands to your hips as he slowly, gently pushes himself forward, inch by inch, guiding his large cock into you until you suddenly cry out, feeling an intense ache.
âBenny!â you whine, trembling as your nails dig into his arms, losing your mind as you feel him stretching you apart. You shudder and moan uncontrollably, pushing against him. âYouâre⌠youâre ⌠my first!â you finally cry out unable to hide your secret anymore feeling like he might break you. Â
Benny slows his penetration a big smile forming on his lips. âI know, sugar,â he says, his voice like velvet, his words soothing the intensity of the pain building inside you.
âY-you Knew?â You say in shock and his hand reaches your face stroking your hair back.
âFrom the moment I laid eyes on you.â He says softly. Â âThe way you looked at me like I could solve every problem in the world.â He grins his eyes soft.
âWhyâd you think I went along with what you wanted?â He asks studying your reaction.Â
Your eyes study his face stunned realizing what youâve gotten yourself into.
 âBennyâŚ.⌠I do want you, I want you so much âŚbut âŚ. I didnât think it was would hurt so muchâ you confess and his face lights up as he holds his laugh seeing how serious you are.Â
âIt wonât hurt for longâ he says looking at you affectionately. âI promiseâ he says in a way that eases your worry.Â
âJust let me take you all the way just like you wantedâ he says, his voice sure and you nod swallowing hard.
Your breath hitches and a soft moan escapes your lips as he sinks deeper into you, every inch of him filling you slowly, leaving your body completely at his mercy. You begin panting and he kisses you trying to take your pain.
Youâre impossibly  tight, squeezing him hard as he pushes into you further, and he brings his thumb to gently stroke your clit, coaxing you to relax. âYouâre doing so goodâ  he whispers, his voice velvety and soothing âjust relax and let me in.â
You lift your hips instinctively as he slowly fills you up, and you whine through the stretch as your fingers dig into his back.
âThatâs itâ he whispers. His cock twitches, and you see him bite down on the inside of his lip, holding himself back. It aches in you, but the pain dulls as Benny lets you get used to the fullness inside you.
You softly whimper as he presses a kiss to your forehead. âItâs all gonna feel better now,â he whispers, slowly dragging his cock out of you.
You tilt your hips, opening yourself to accept more of him as he pushes in again, filling you to the hilt.Â
You moan wrapping your arms around his shoulders burying your face in his neck as his cock pulls back once more. âJust like that,â he praises, his voice deep with satisfaction as he thrusts into you.
He takes you again, and again each time he groans in your ear, his voice filled with satisfaction.Â
You pull your face from his neck to meet his gaze. His blue eyes lock onto yours as he pulls out and pushes back in, the connection between you intensifying. You hold onto his neck, your fingers digging into his shoulders, feeling the tension in his body as he builds a steady rhythm inside you.
All you can do is moan from the overwhelming sensation as it begins to feel so good it brings tears to your eyes, your pleasure spilling over uncontrollably.Â
Hearing your moans, he grins, âGonna make you come now,â he says, moving faster, his pace quickening as his fingers grip your waist, guiding your body as his hips roll against yours, each thrust hitting deeper, more intoxicating.
The pain that once existed is gone, overtaken by the ecstasy of his thrusts. You feel completely satisfied, filled with his thick cock driving into you with purpose. He maintains a quick rhythm, his body pressing into yours as your mind drifts into pure euphoria. You had no idea you could feel this wayâso much pleasure flooding every inch of you at once.
Youâre moaning freely, the intensity overwhelming as your body begins trembling, your mind lost to the sensations. âThere it is,â he pants, snapping his hips against yours, his voice rough with need as you take every inch of him.
Suddenly, you feel itâthe wave building deep inside you, tightening your core, making your entire body quake. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your walls fluttering around him as you cry out, completely lost in the moment.Â
He groans loudly as your body grips him tight, and with one final thrust, he joins you, his release hitting hard as he spills into the condom. His hips jerk against you, his groans mixing with yours as both of you ride out the aftershocks together.
He collapses gently on top of you, his chest rising and falling rapidly against yours, his breath warm on your skin. You lay there, stunned, your body still trembling as you try to catch your breath. The room growing quiet except for the sound of your soft breaths together.
After a few moments, you find your voice, soft and unsure. âAre you ever going to come to Wisconsin or Michigan State?â you ask, your voice small and vulnerable, reeling from what just happened.
He peeks up at you, his blue eyes sparkling with that familiar teasing look. âIâm thinking about never letting you leave Chicago,â he grins and his lips press against yours in a soft kiss, a newfound  promise lingering between you both.
He rolls onto his back, pulling you close against him, wrapping his arm securely around you, holding you in place. Your hand rests gently on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. You bury your face against his neck, inhaling deeply, the familiar scent of him soothing you as your eyes flutter closed, and sleep finds you quickly, wrapped in the comfort of Bennys embrace.
The next morning, you awaken, your eyes blinking slowly as you take in the quiet room. The bed beside you is a mess of tangled sheets, and as you sit up, a sudden pang of panic grips your chest. Benny is gone. The absence of his presence makes the room feel colder, emptier, and your heart sinks as the realization settles in.Â
 A soft, saddened sound escapes your lips, barely more than a whisper as you sit there, staring at the rumpled sheets, replaying the night before in your mind. It had felt so real, so intimateâhow could he just leave?
âIâm so stupid!,â you mutter under your breath, cursing yourself for letting your guard down, for hoping heâd be there the next day.Â
Quickly, you throw the covers back and swing your legs over the edge of the bed, a knot of disappointment twisting in your stomach.Â
You stand up and head straight to the shower, trying to shake off the feeling, but the emptiness you feel clings to you like a shadow.
Once in the shower your body aches, a dull soreness reminding you of everything that happened last night, and as the hot water cascades over your skin, warm tears mix with the water, falling down the drain. No matter how hard you try to stop, you canât shake the trembling in your body, a mix of emotions overwhelming you.
After what feels like forever, you step out of the shower, wiping the fog from the mirror to reveal your reflection. âStupid stupid good girl â you whisper to yourself, the words biting as you turn away from the image in front of you.Â
You dry off as you head back to the bedroom, slipping into your now-dry clothes, that you realize were placed on the heater as you slept and the sadness lingers.
Suddenly, thereâs a knock at the door. Your heart leaps in your chest, pounding wildly as you rush to answer it, ready to spill everything to Darlene. The disappointment, the confusionâall of it.
When you swing the door open, you freeze. There, standing in front of you, is Benny, a soft smile on his lips, holding two bags with breakfast.Â
The sight of him makes your mouth fall open in shock. For a moment, you canât believe itâhe didnât leave.
Before you can even process whatâs happening, you let out a relieved squeal and jump into his arms, wrapping yourself around him.Â
Benny chuckles softly, catching you easily as his arms come up to hold you close.
âAww, sugar,â he murmurs softly, holding you close as you gasp for breath,shaking with emotion trying to hold back tears.Â
He shushes you gently, his arms strong and comforting as he carryâs you in and sets you down on the bed, his smile warm and reassuring.
âl-I..I thought you leftâ you choke out.
 âIâm right here, baby. I wouldnât just leave you,â he says softly, kissing the top of your head.
You hug him again, so relieved to have him there. He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes soft and sincere. âI wasnât going anywhere,â he says gently, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. âI just went to grab us some breakfast.â
Benny opens one of the bags, pulling out a breakfast sandwich and handing it to you. Without hesitation, you begin to eat it realizing just how hungry you are. The roller coaster of emotions leaving you famished.Â
âYou were hungry,â Benny smiles, his thumb brushing your cheek as you finish your meal and you  rest back on the bed, feeling sated as a sigh escapes your lips.Â
After a while, Benny glances over at you, a more serious expression softening his features.Â
âI want you to be my girl,â he says, and you pause, your heart skipping a beat as the words sink in.Â
âBenny, how?â you ask, your voice soft, a mix of surprise and hope. âYou live here, and Iâm going back to school at Michigan State after spring break in Wisconsin âÂ
 Benny lays down next to you taking your hand in his.Â
âIâll come to Wisconsin,â he says firmly, his eyes locking with yours, filled with sincerity. âEvery chance I get, Iâll be there and When youâre back in school, Iâll visit you whenever I can. It wonât be easy, but Iâm not letting this go.â He says and his words hit you hard, the weight of them wrapping around your heart.Â
Heâs seriousâthereâs no teasing or hesitation in his voice now, just a solid promise.Â
He gently takes your chin in his hand, lifting your face to meet his eyes. âIâll even go with you to Wisconsin now if youâll have me,â he says softly, sincerity and warmth flooding his voice.Â
Your eyes light up with excitement, as an overwhelming joy fills you. Without a second thought, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss, full of emotion.
âYes, Benny!â you exclaim breathlessly against his lips, your heart swelling with happiness. He grins, pulling you close as he returns the kiss, his arms tightening around you.Â
The thought of taking him to your hometown, spending two weeks together, fills you with so much excitement that youâre practically shaking.Â
You rest against him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest, your heart full and content. Bennyâs your boyfriend now, and everything feels rightâexactly how itâs  supposed to be.
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Can I request Tav and astarion but they get trapped together and astarion has to feed but feels like Tav offering isnât really giving consent since they are trapped and he thinks they feel obligated. Bonus points if theyâre also bickering and pining for other
this was so much fun to write! i may have gotten a little carried away but i hope you enjoy!! requests are still open if anyone is interested<3 i'm really enjoying writing these and am open for more ideas!!
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trapped
pairing ; astarion x gender neutral!reader
summary ; a wild treasure hunt leads to an unfortunate situation where you find yourself stuck in a cave-in with Astarion. / ao3
other info ; wyll, karlach and gale get special roles in this because i physically cannot stop myself from including other companions in the background. no real spoilers for the game so you're free to read wherever you are in the game!!
warnings ; vampire feeding, blood mention, vague mention of Astarion's past, general conversation surrounding consent (but everything is consensual because that's hot)
word count ; 5.9k (again. went a little wild)
You have no idea how long you have been walking for. It feels like days though you are certain it was only a few hours. The lack of sunlight is starting to get to you and the cramped cave system you are walking through is really not where you wanted to be today.
Was it a little ridiculous to be chasing a lead you found on a note on a dead traveller? Probably. Did you have to convince everyone that it wouldn't be a waste of their time? Yes. But here you are, travelling in the dark to hunt down buried treasure.
Karlach was more than happy to join you, in fact she was the first one who volunteered to be part of the âtreasure hunting teamâ, as she called it. She managed to get Wyll involved and you were happy with this group. As you were getting ready to leave you had a last minute addition to the team - Astarion. Why he wanted to join you trekking through a damp cave, you had no idea. You werenât going to ask, either.
So, here you are in the depths of a cave system, following a badly drawn map that should lead you all to hidden treasure. It took you way too long to get to this location and the day is already drawing to a close. You are certain you werenât going to make it back to camp before nightfall. This treasure has to be worth it.
Through flooded areas and tight walkways, the deeper you get into the cave the quicker your hopes that this treasure would be easy to find crumbles. On the map it looks simple, yet the actual cave was difficult to navigate and you are not as prepared as you thought you would be. Perhaps you should have taken the spare rope from Halsin before you left camp. Karlach spends the time picking up interesting rocks she comes across, rushing over to show you with a grin on her face and a list of places to put it back at camp. You have a few rocks she gave to you in your pocket and you are glad that her optimism never falters the longer you travel. Wyll has marked arrows on the walls to keep track of where you have been, which is an idea that didn't even cross your mind until you noticed him doing it. And Astarion is⌠complaining.
Maybe complaining is the wrong word. It's more like he has been announcing loudly how he thought this would be an easy task to complete. He didn't sign up to be wading through knee deep cave water or scrambling over rocks to get to the next area. Neither did you, but you arenât complaining about it.
You have managed to drown out his comments for the most part, keeping your focus on following the map and making sure not to get lost. There have been a few times where you almost walked on some loose stone and went plummeting down into the depths of the cave and you really didn't fancy getting stuck down here. You have also noticed the further you went into the cave the more dust and debris that fell from the ceiling. A sinking feeling begins to settle in your stomach and you approach each step with caution.
âPersonally I think this map is leading us to a dead end,â Astarion says as he slinks up next to you, ignoring how lost in focus you were. âWe should cut our losses and return back to camp before nightfall, donât you agree?â
The dust from the ceiling drops in front of you again as you pause, reaching an arm out to stop Astarion in his tracks. âBe quiet, would you?â
âEverything alright?â Wyll asks from behind, hand reaching for his rapier in case something jumps out to attack.
Either something was down here with you or the cave ceiling isnât as strong as you would like. You didn't know which thought was worse. Turning back to Wyll and Karlach, you shake your head slightly. âBe on your guard. Somethingâs off.â
âThis is what Iâve been saying for the past five minutes. Have you seriously not been listening to me?â Astarion asks as you continue walking at a slower pace now, acutely aware of every foreign noise that doesnât come from your group.
âNot really. Iâm trying to keep us alive here,â you reply quietly, eyes darting from the floor to your surroundings in quick succession.
You stop in your steps as you hear the rumbling grow louder, though Astarion keeps talking even after you shush him again. Itâs a rolling noise, one that grows the more you focus on it; a sound of rock against rock and a low rumble from above. You cast your gaze upwards and spot the beginnings of a large crack splitting the ceiling. Like pressure on ice, it splits into several off shoots before crumbling beneath whatever weight was on it.
You quickly pull Astarion towards you, dragging him away from the collapsing ceiling as you both fall to the floor with a thud. In an instant, your surroundings grow darker as a wall of stone and rubble barricades you and Astarion from Wyll and Karlach. The dust settles from the sudden upheaval of rock and the noise you have been hearing stops. Shit.
âAre you both alright?â Wyll calls out from behind the rubble and you can hear the sound of stone grating against stone which only cements your idea that this could be an early grave for you both if you didn't think fast.
You glance over at Astarion who is dusting himself off, rubbing at his elbow in a way that makes you assume he landed on it wrong. âWeâre alive⌠just.â
âDoes the map show any other ways to get to you? Iâm not certain we can budge all this stoneâŚâ Wyll asks as you hear the sound of metal against the stone and a disappointed sigh from Karlach. You sit upright, grabbing the map from where it fell onto the ground and frown. It was a one way system, looping back around the way you came once you got to where the treasure was. This pathway is the only way in and out of the cave. You are stuck.
âSo, uh⌠bad news⌠Thereâs no other way around,â you reply. The silence that follows on their end is not a good sign, however it is quickly broken by Astarion.
âWhat?!â He looks at you in dismay, his face falling at the thought of being stuck here. âYou cannot be serious.â
âWeâll find a way to get you guys out! Donât even stress!â Karlach yells. Her voice gets quiet but you can still hear her. âDo you think theyâre stressed, Wyll?â
You take a moment to assess the cave-in, trying to budge a few rocks out of place but nothing moves. Perhaps with enough force they could be displaced, but you donât have anything on that level right now.
âWyll? Do you have anything that could push the rocks away?â you ask, hoping he has something in or on him that could force the rocks out of place.
âI donâtâŚâ he pauses for a moment, before you hear him click his fingers together as an idea forms. âBut Gale does. I know the spell you are hinting at. We can go back and get him?â he suggests, and you run the time it would take for them to get back to camp and back here again in your head. They would be back by early morning at the earliest⌠Which means you will need to spend the night in a cold, slightly damp cave. You give Astarion a look.
âDonât look at me like that. Iâm not going to dig our way out. My hands are way too delicate for that,â he says, turning his back to the problem at hand.
âGale seems to be our only way out, which means we may need to spend the night hereâŚâ you tell him.
âGale? Our only hope? What is he going to do, talk the rocks to death?â He rolls his eyes. âSurely thereâs another way out?â
âThere isnât.â You sigh, rubbing at your temples as you begin to feel a stress headache forming. âAnd he can use spells, Astarion. Gale can shatter the rocks or something. Theyâre too tightly packed to move them normally. Weâre stuck here until he can sort it out.â
âGreat. Wonderful, actually. Iâve always wanted to spend a night in a cave. Thanks for this, really!â His voice drips with sarcasm and you have to physically hold yourself back from getting annoyed at him.
âI didn't personally cause this cave in! You think I want to be stuck here with you like this? Gods, you are infuriating.â
Before the argument could escalate, Wyll calls out from behind the wall of rocks that he and Karlach are going to head back to camp and grab Gale. Theyâll be as quick as they can, he promises. It gives you some reassurance that you will not be stuck here for too long with Astarion.
The sound of your fellow companions leaving fills you with anxiety as the clock begins to tick on getting you both out alive. This is not how you planned this trip to go and you are starting to wonder if this was even worth it at this point. Astarion didn't seem to think so.
"For your information, I am not sleeping on the floor with no bedroll. This is expensive fabric, Iâm not ruining it.â Astarion gestures to his outfit as you begin to set yourself down on the ground, ready to call it a day.
âWeâve camped in worse places, I donât understand why youâre complaining so much about this,â you say, rummaging through your bag and thanking the Gods you packed some food for yourself.
âAt least at camp I have my tent. And all my belongings. And comfort. Do I need to go on?â He shifts in his stance, looking down the tunnel to avoid your gaze.
You glare at him. âOkay, fine, I guess this isnât an ideal place to rest. But I donât want to travel too far in case we get lost. And then weâll probably die down here. Do you want that?â
He sighs but doesnât make a comment. You take it as a win.
After placing the contents of your bag onto the ground you come to two conclusions. One: the floor is far too damp to start a fire which means you are going to spend the next few hours cold. Two: you have enough food for yourself, but you arenât sure if Astarion bought anything of use with him. You didn't see him pack much before he said he was joining you. He is still standing when you look over to him again.
âAre you going to stand all night?â you ask as he nods, still avoiding your gaze.
âLike I said. Expensive fabric. Iâm not ruining it because someone got us trapped in here,â he replies and you roll your eyes. Wordlessly, you unbuckle your cloak from your shoulders and place it down on the floor for him. The dampness of the floor is most likely going to ruin your nice and expensive cloak, but at least it will stop him complaining. Hopefully.
He looks from you to the cloak and back again, confusion crossing his face and disappearing as quickly as it arrived. âWhatâs that for?â
âJust sit down. Please.â You start to reorganise the contents of your back, returning the tinderbox and an almost empty waterskin but keeping out the food you swiped before you left. When you look back up, you see Astarion has sat down atop your cloak. You hold back a smile.
The silence that falls over the both of you is broken by droplets of water or the sound of other vaguely ominous cave noises. If your timing is right you are certain it was now early evening. Hopefully Karlach and Wyll have left the cave by now.
âDid you bring any food?â you ask after a little while passes. Itâs only when the question leaves your lips that you realise it is a stupid one. The look Astarion gives you only enhances your point.
âYes, actually. I have three live rabbits tucked neatly away in my bag in case I fancied a snack,â he responds, opening up his pack with a flourish. âDid you want one? Iâm so happy to share.â A few books and his trusty thieves tools were the only things you spot before he shoves his bag to the side with a frown. âOf course I didn't bring any food.â
You feel bad holding a stale bread roll in your hand as he tells you that and you lower it down slightly, letting him continue his rant.
âI was considering going to hunt down a cave bat or something. Not what I wanted, but I guess a life of âadventureâ-â he says the word with exaggerated air quotes around them, âmeans that I bury the idea that Iâll ever get a lavish meal again.â He crosses his arms in annoyance.
âYou shouldnât eat a bat. You could get sick. Rabies, or something like that,â you tell him, though you arenât sure your fun fact is a welcomed sight right now. The look on his face tells you that it isn't. âHalsin told me that after I tried to convince him to keep a family of bats that were living near one of the spots we set up camp a while agoâŚâ
Astarion blinks, unsure of how he is supposed to react to that nugget of information. âNow my meal options have been reduced to nothing. Thanks. Youâre truly a beacon of hope.â
An idea pings into your mind as you take in how irritated he is getting, most likely from the lack of food on his part. Not that you have been keeping tabs on when he would feed but from your calculations it had been a while. The last time he fed on you was a week or so ago and you still felt the sting of his fangs against your neck even now. It is an uncomfortable sensation and you were certain that it would only happen again in dire circumstances.
This feels like a dire circumstanceâŚ
âYou can feed on me if you want.â The words come out quickly before you have a chance to think too deeply about the implications of it. You take a mouthful of bread to stop yourself from taking back the offer.
The irritation on his face dissipates into a softer look, one you didn't recognize. His usual quick remarks have vanished at your suggestion and it takes him a good minute to respond. The minute feels like hours to you as you start to regret even offering. Was it weird? Did you say it in a strange way?
âYou donât⌠I mean, Iâm sure Iâll manage until we get back to camp.â He waves nonchalantly though you are unsure if he really means it.
âNo offence but I have noticed you lagging behind a little latelyâŚâ you begin, unable to hold your gaze on him. âI just assumed, well, yâknow⌠Plus I have a lot of blood to spare, so I donât mind.â You cringe a little at that last sentence, wondering why you said it like that.
âItâs really not a big deal, Iâm perfectly fine! If need be I can always go and findâŚâ he grimaces at the next few words that leave his mouth, âa cave rat or something.â
You arenât sure if you should feel offended at how he hasnât jumped on the opportunity to feed from a person. Maybe it is because of how little you allowed him to feed on you. Maybe he hates you and would rather drink blood from a rat than you. You push that thought away with a frown.
âAstarion, Iâm offering this to you if you need to,â you say as you set down your own food. âIâd rather you do it while Iâm awake this time.â You see that he is thinking of more ways to put barriers between him and feeding on you and you wish he could be straightforward with you and say no.
âYouâre all the way over there and like I said before, I donât want to get my clothes wet,â he says and you canât help but laugh at that. âWhat?â
âYou can tell me no, itâs okay. I just thought Iâd offer seeing as I really doubt youâll find many cave rats around.â
Heâs quiet for a moment and you canât work out what heâs thinking. With what little you know about Astarion and his past you canât help but assume he hasnât had that many opportunities to say no to things.
He considers his words, opening and closing his mouth a few times before sighing, looking at you with a soft frown. âI donât want you to feel like you are obligated to do this considering our circumstance.â
You blink in confusion at that, unsure why he feels that way. You wouldn't have offered if you didn't feel comfortable in allowing him to feed, so why was he convinced you were doing this because there was no other option?
âWe havenât built up much of a feeding rapport, thatâs all! We havenât⌠done this much. It still feels new.â He looks away and it clicks in your head at once - heâs nervous. You are also incredibly nervous about this, but if it means he is at the top of his game afterwards then the pain would be a small price to pay for it.
âI have no idea how else Iâm supposed to say this: Iâm giving you permission to feed on me, Astarion.â You want to know what he is thinking as your words hang in the air. You want to tell him that this is you telling him itâs okay, youâre wanting this just as much as he needs it.
He waits a moment, like he is expecting you to tell him you're joking or change your mind but it doesn't happen. When he realises you mean this and aren't saying it for the sake of it, he gives you a nod.
"Alright. Only if you're sure," he says quietly, moving over on your cloak to give you room beside him. You move over to sit next to him, glad to be off the cold floor and sitting on something that wasn't as uncomfortable.
"Is this alright? Do you need me to be in a certain position?" you ask quickly, shifting yourself from sitting on your knees to crossing your legs.
"It's easier if you lay down," he replies, quickly adding, "for the blood flow."
"Right. That makes sense." You check to see how much room you have of your cloak behind you before shuffling forward, coming face to face with Astarion for a moment. The sudden closeness causes you to stop in your tracks for a moment, holding his gaze for a moment longer than what is normal.
It's strange how you never really see Astarion without his guard up. Whenever you two bicker it was always with his signature smile on his face and a carefree laugh after each comment. But seeing him here and now with the gentle furrow of his brows and the soft lines etched along his face you can't help but try to memorise it all. Without even realising you found yourself moving a hand up to brush some hair from his face, stopping yourself once it rested ever so lightly against his cheek. You are about to pull away until you feel him lean into the touch, something you had not planned on happening.
The sound of a loose rock falling a little way away causes the moment to break as you pull away from him quickly, ready to move in case there was another cave in.
In an instant, the facade he has is pulled back up. "Are you trying to get me to starve to my death?" he asks once you have realised there was no chance of another incident. You laugh a little in response, cheeks warming up at the moment the two of you just shared.
"Wanted the last thing I saw to be something good. You know, in case you drink all of my blood and I die," you tease, before laying back on your cloak. The reality of what was about to happen is starting to settle in now and you keep your focus on the ceiling above you, not on Astarion.
"I promise you I won't kill you. I don't have any way of getting you back and I'd rather not have to explain to the others what happened," he replies, hands moving to either side of your head to hold himself up. He's at an angle, legs staying to one side of you. It's a little awkward and you can tell it's not ideal for him.
"That's good to hear! I do bring a scroll of revivify with me everywhere so we have a backup plan⌠just in case." It is hard to keep your gaze on the ceiling now as Astarion leans over you. Your heart pounds heavily against your chest and you cannot work out if it's because you know you are about to lose blood and it was working to keep it flowing or perhaps because of something else you didn't want to admit to yourself.
"Are you ready?" he asks softly, and you can already anticipate the sharp sting of his fangs piercing your skin. You give him a nod and turn your head to the side, exposing your neck to him.
He leans in and you can feel his breath against your neck. It takes everything in you to not turn to look at him, even seeing him so close out of the corner of your eye was enough to redden your cheeks. You hope he didn't notice.
The sudden pain is sharp and takes you off guard, reaching to grab onto Astarion's shoulder tightly to try and take your mind off of it. It's not as bad as the first time he fed from you, but it certainly isn't any better. He shifts positions as you see his legs now straddling you, and if anyone were to suddenly burst down the wall of rock it would be a rather embarrassing encounter for everyone. You forgot how intimate this whole ordeal could be.
You close your eyes as the pain subsides, now giving way to a feeling of numbness that crashes over you. You're very aware of the feeling of his lips against your neck and it would be so easy to let yourself imagine this was something else entirely. But then you move and the discomfort of your blood being removed from your body kicks back in and you have to stop yourself from allowing him to take too much from you. You give his shoulder a soft squeeze, and when there's no response from him you are forced to find your voice.
"HeyâŚ" You mumble, tightening your grip on his shoulder. "Astarion..?"
He does nothing except press himself closer to you, savouring every last drop he could get. Black spots begin to fill your vision and with what little strength you had in you, you smack your arm down into his side to get him to stop.
He pulls away from your neck at the impact, blood smeared across his lips and his pupils dilated - you can hardly see the red anymore. Would it be odd to say that he looked so very handsome like this?
"Shit," he says breathlessly, "might have over indulged there. Sorry."
You give him a weak laugh, feeling your head spin at the sudden blood loss. "S'alright. Just glad you didn't kill me."
His eyes glance back at your neck as you speak, and when he leans you worry that he was going in for round two. You are taken aback when he licks across the area he had just bitten. If you weren't so dizzy you would have questioned him as he sits back, still straddling your waist.
"I'm not about to waste perfectly good blood," he says, noticing the confusion on your face. "Are you alright, though? You look a little pale."
You give him a thumbs up, still laying down. "All good. Missing some blood, that's all."
He nods, watching as you close your eyes again. You could quite easily drift off to sleep right now, the dizziness and the general feeling of not being right only adding to the need to rest. When you don't feel Astarion move off of you, you open one of your eyes to make sure he was okay.
"Are you alright?" you ask, catching him deep in thought.
"Oh, yes, I'm great. Wonderful. Absolutely perfect," he replies too quickly for it to be truthful. You frown, sitting up slowly to be at eye level with him.
"Is there more blood there still?" you ask him, watching as his eyes keep going back to your neck. "If there is, you should get it."
His touch is so soft you cannot discern if he was cleaning up some blood on your neck or if it is a kiss. When it happens again you realise he isn't cleaning up your neck but kissing over the spot he had just bitten. It is a strange feeling and one you didn't expect to feel after being drained from your blood, but as he moves along your neck leaving faint kisses in his trail you wonder if perhaps he had similar feelings towards you as you did him. You have always been happy to push those feelings down, keeping your focus on the main goal at hand. But here, trapped in a cave with no one to bug you to keep on track, maybe you could indulge yourself this once.
Astarion pulls back from your neck to look at you, his lips are still tinted a softer red from your blood and you find yourself staring at them for a little too long. Gently, you place your hand back on his cheek, smiling when he leans into the touch again. His hand moves to cover yours and you are still in shock at how soft his movements are.
The gap between you both closes slowly and you are aware of what this would lead to. Playful remarks and comments about hooking up were one thing, but this was not playing out like how you imagined it would. You didn't picture yourself being stuck in a cave with him, for starters. You want to ask him if this was okay, if this was even allowed.
You opened your mouth to speak and are suddenly caught off guard by the sound of more rocks falling elsewhere, echoing through the cave. The sudden sound causes you to flinch as you both turn to look in the direction it came from, further along the tunnel. At least it wasn't the way you came, you thought.
Astarion looks back at you after a moment and clears his throat, sitting back to put some distance between you both.
"You should get some rest. I'll, uh, keep watch in case the others turn up," he says quickly, climbing off of your lap in a clumsy manner. You can't help but feel slightly sad at the loss of his touch, but sleep was begging for you to join it.
"Wake me if anything happens," you tell him as you lay back down, already closing your eyes. You don't hear his response as sleep greets you with open arms.
Sounds of your name being called over and over again wakes you up from your slumber. Your head hurts and you feel as if you've been fighting fifty different battles and didn't win one of them. There was a pressure on your chest and as you come to you are met with a mess of white hair laying on you, Astarion's arms wrapped tightly around your midriff. You smile softly at the scene, hand moving to brush through his hair slowly. He hums in response but the moment is broken by your names being called again.
"Are you both still alive?" It's Wyll, you note, which only means he and Karlach had either gotten lost and returned back or they had Gale with them.
"We're still here!" you call back, still groggy from sleep. "Is Gale with you?"
Gale's voice is heard next and you have never been so happy to hear him speak. "The one and only!"
"Thank the Gods. Gale, I promise you that I will buy you whatever you want when we get to Baldur's Gate, just please tell me you have a way to get us out of here," you say, hoping that he had good news with him.
Astarion stirs from all the loud conversation, pressing himself closer to you in an attempt to drown out the noise. You move your hand from his head as you try to sit yourself up. It doesn't work.
Gale continues speaking. "I have a way to get you both out, don't you worry. I will need to ask you both to stand as far back as possible. I mean it. Far. Back."
You give Astarion a shake of his shoulder, trying to wake him. "Hey. Get up. We're almost out of here."
"This is not a good time to wake me up," he grumbles, swatting your hand away with a groan. "Too early."
"Gale is literally on the other side ready to blow this wall of rocks up. Wake up." You continue to shake him awake, ignoring the groans of protest.
He turns to look up at you with pleading eyes. "He can wait five more minutes. Please?"
You want to say yes, to give in and allow himself a moment of comfort. But your back hurts from laying on rock for hours and you want nothing more than to sit in your own tent and get some fresh air. You sit up quickly, causing Astarion to lose his place on your chest and sit up with you.
"I cannot believe this betrayal," he exclaims dramatically, giving you a half-asleep but playful glare. "Being this pretty doesn't come easy, you know. I need my sleep."
"You don't even sleep," you mumble, ignoring how your head sways as you push yourself up to your feet. "And you're pretty enough already." You blame the aches and pains for that last comment, though it doesn't seem to go past Astarion as quickly as you wish it did.
He grins. "You think I'm pretty?"
"Shut up and move your things. I want to get back to camp." You begin to pack away your belongings, shoving things back into your pack and waiting for Astarion to do the same. He picks up your cloak and gives it a quick brush off before putting it on himself. You're too busy putting distance between yourself and the rocks to even notice this. He slides up next to you after a moment, arm wrapping around your shoulder with a grin.
"Okay, I think you're good to go!" you yell, hoping Gale can hear you through the wall. You get confirmation almost immediately afterwards.
You feel Astarion lean towards you as you wait. "I think we should get trapped together more often. Who knows what else it could lead to?"
"More puncture holes in my neck, probably," you mumble in response. He laughs, his lips meeting your neck again just under the place where he drank from you hours ago.
"But you're so delectable," he whispers and you glare at him. The blush rising on your cheeks tells him you aren't mad.
With an almighty crash of thunder, the rocks that made up the wall you have been trapped behind suddenly disperse, the larger ones shattering and the smaller ones turning into dust. You cover your face at the impact and when your ears stop ringing you turn to see Gale, Wyll and Karlach on the other side.
Karlach immediately runs over, arms outstretched and embracing both you and Astarion without thinking.
"I'm so glad you both aren't dead. I have no idea how I'd break the news to Scratch and the Cub! Or everyone else, I suppose," she says once she lets go of you both, your clothes slightly singed by the warmth emanating from her.
"Did you find the treasure?" Gale asks when the three of you walk back to him and Wyll and is only slightly disappointed when you shake your head no. "Ah, well, nothing lost then! I'm sure there's plenty of other treasure to be found. Hopefully not in caves, though. Might I suggest avoiding them in the future?"
"Suggestion taken. I miss sunlight," you reply, feeling Astarion's hand move from your shoulder to the small of your back.
"We had fun though, didn't we? A cave-in can certainly bring people closer together. Right, my dear?" Astarion grins, giving you a wink.
"As much as we all would love to know what that's insinuating, we really should get out of here before there's another freak accident," Wyll suggests, gesturing to the way out.
You nod, wanting nothing more than to breathe fresh air and be away from cramped spaces.
The journey out of the cave is long and feels longer due to the woozy feeling of having a little less blood than you started the journey with. You find yourself leaning on Astarion for support every now and then and he is more than happy to wrap an arm around you to keep you up. The two of you are at the back of the group; you didn't want your slow pace slowing everyone else down.
"I never thanked you earlier," Astarion says quietly to you, a look of sincerity on his face.
"Oh, it's no problem," you reply, nudging him with your elbow. "Just don't almost kill me next time."
"Next time?" He raises an eyebrow with a grin. "You'll allow me to go for seconds?"
"As long as you treat me as nicely as you did afterwards, I may consider it." Thinking about the almost kiss that happened after makes you blush and Astarion shrugs casually, though you can spot the faintest hint of pink spreading across his cheeks.
"Maybe. We can always do that without the biting part," he suggests. "Only if you want."
"I'd like that." You give him a smile, leaning over to press a kiss onto his cheek. "Only if you want, too."
The first sign of daylight causes you to pull away from him before he can respond as you rush over to the opening of the cave with Karlach, thankful to get fresh air again.
Astarion watches you go, listening to you cheering and praising Gods you didn't believe in. How quickly his plans could crumble. How quickly you made him feel accepted. There was a knot present in his stomach that was slowly untangling itself the more he thought about intimacy with you. Perhaps, one day, he would want that with you.
#astarion x reader#astarion x tav#bg3#baldur's gate 3#astarion x gender neutral reader#; tealeaf's writing
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