#umm i felt inspired

[kaiisgenshinantics]

do you think, after deleting his original self, Wanderer ran into Durin's heart during his travels?

traversing through the unforgivingly biting lands of Dragonspine, the wind whipping the trails of his hat and coat as frost clung to his porcelain skin. snowflakes decorating his hair, not one delicate snow melting on his heatless skin. do you think he was uneased by the familiar structure of bones, having seen the very same in Inazuma's Yashiori Island? a chilling memory of where he once grew up, where his disgraced "mother" resided? the very same serpentine monster she had killed? that perhaps, he stared up at the skull of a dragon, and wonder if it and Orobashi had any appearance in common? maybe, even, they were kin.

forcing his way through the terrain that seemed to resist him, trudging through the deep snow layer after layer, sinking and stumbling and tripping... he would be relieved to come to a cave entrance. as a puppet, temperature of such extremities hardly would have bothered him―it would have been the wind roaring in his ears, the stiffening of his joints as they were masked with ice, that unnerved him so. to be paralyzed in a desolate wasteland sounded like a fate worse than death.

undeterred by a dying red glow, he'd have managed his way into the cave one unsteady step at a time, hardly able to keep himself from falling. in the corner of his eyes, crystals of unknown origin, an attracting warmth soothing him so. yet, sinking to his knees, he wouldn't have been blind to a secondary sensation, distinctly recognized in a way he may as well have caught it many a time over many lifetimes―the pungent, coppery stench of blood, paired with a scratching and shuffling that made the desolate cave seem so very... alive.

what do you think he'd think when he raised his head, blinking the snowy fuzz away from his eyelashes, and his eyes were met with veins trapped in the cave walls? do you think he would be unsettled to know the heat so comfortably cocooning him, was the blood pumping through a glowing, red ball captured in stone? when he would see the bones that coiled around the stone walls like a snake, maybe he would wonder if he was within a beast's belly, one who just happened to look awfully decomposed. maybe it would take him a while to realize what it could be. maybe it would be the first time he'd seen a heart at all, in this life anyway.

maybe, whether realizing it or not, he'd have forced himself to his feet. enamored with such a discovery, he'd step forward. and with each step growing closer, he'd hear it.

and he would pause.

thump. thump. thump.

maybe he would be envious, to see that even when reduced to bones, a creature's heart could still beat. still pulse, rearing with life, a vile determination stirring it's will to resist the wings of death. why could he not have been given such a thing? i think, for a long time, he'd have stood there, watching it with intrigue. curiously amazed as he was, he would call it no miracle. there was something about it, the toxic energy snaking from within, that struck something deep inside him. a discomfort. a knowing that this was no good thing, a distant knowledge that he felt didn't belong to him telling him this was a threat. something just waiting to kick and drag it's way out of the grave. hostile. vengeful. that's what it was.

he wouldn't have stayed long. at least, he wouldn't think so... not until he emerged to a sky painted in vibrant pinks and oranges, to find his footprints masked by a new shine of untouched snow reflecting the final wisps of dying light from their creator behind the mountains. and he'd set off, with a single glance back to ensure nothing from within followed him.

maybe, even, when whisked away to a distant fairytale land, and approached by Albedo all that time later, it would have truly occurred to him just what he saw in there... maybe he even felt a similarity in his new, miniature companion, like a mirror reflecting reality. when proposed with a chance to lend aid in the real chance that the ticking time bomb within that cave would rise again, much as he insisted it was "not guaranteed", and "they should not get their hopes up"...

how could he refuse?

divider by cafekitsune.

[fridgevespidae]

study i did :)

original in the event that anyone happens to have not seen this kitty around:

[cherrywperson]

im so happy for their transition <3

[unproduciblesmackdown]

hell yes my "deniably casual sexual encounter in taylor's apartment babeyyy" wip is over 7k words already and i haven't even gotten to the part where anyone's kissing yet. so far it's all In Effect taylor going "is there like, an energy here or is it just me" (there is) in this 7k< form via my classic move of providing wildly extensive introspection that Could be pared down a ton i'm sure but if i was thorough abt editing myself & my verbosity & taking thousands of words to say something, including the same things repeatedly in slightly different ways, writing anything would be all the more difficult / rarely manifested. playing to my strengths / weaknesses w/fiction out here like, see that last billions fic scene that's Supposed to be largely winston somewhat going in circles stuck in his head and also sexual activity. seizing the premise for this one like, taylor being all I'm Extra Pensive Atm But What If That Sets Me Up To Be More Spontaneous When I Go Back Into The Living Room And Quants Have Something Going On. i've triumphantly managed to get taylor out of the living room in the first place and now their being able to return any minute now as soon as i wrap up their thinking about how their quants are sure like special little guys (extraordinary) (least veil of neutrality; readily positive)

[eat-limes-bitches]

Sanctuary

PAIRING: Female Avenger! Reader x Bucky Barnes

SUMMARY: We all need a safe place to rest, even when some of us don't believe it

WARNINGS: umm, major fluff, Bucky thinking badly of himself

Word Count: 1408

A/N: wow surprise surprise, I'm not dead. I just fell into the hole of no inspiration paired with real-world stuff (gross) but please enjoy this lovely little thing I wrote. First thing I've written in months so sorry if it is not the best.

Enjoy! <3

Divider by Rookthorne

It was nearing three am when Bucky finally walked through the compound doors. He crept silently through the halls, his final destination in mind: his bedroom. Not to sleep, he was still too on edge from the mission he was returning from even to consider sleeping. He just wanted out of his wet clothes from the rain. Upon reaching said destination, Bucky rid himself of the soggy garments and slipped into a pair of grey sweatpants and a random t-shirt he pulled out of his dresser before leaving his room to head to the gym to work off some of the remaining adrenaline. No matter how loud his body screamed at him to rest, he was more fearful of the monsters inside of his head than the aching pain radiating through his body. When he reached the kitchen, he wasn’t planning on stopping until he heard a soft humming which caught his attention. He paused just inside the door frame and looked around for the source of the sound when his eyes landed on Y/n.

Y/n was an enigma to Bucky. Everyone gravitated towards her, something about her presence was enough to soothe the battered souls of the team and it wasn’t uncommon to find her in the lounge with one or all of the Avengers piled up around her in some form or fashion, most nights one of them would be snuggled up in her bed after a rough mission just needing human contact to help ground them, even now, watching her put a bagel in the toaster, with the setting turned up much too high for her preferred toasty-ness, Bucky felt the tension in his shoulders give out just a little, his heart doing little flips as well, but he refused to give in. He didn’t want to taint the sweetness of her aura with the bitterness of his demons. He instead opted to watch as her soft Y/h/c curls swayed around as she rummaged through the refrigerator for a new stick of butter, still humming gently as she did so. 

“I don’t bite, you know. You can come sit down,” She called out to him, not bothering to turn around, causing Bucky to flinch slightly. He hated being caught observing her from afar. His teammates would see the longing looks he gave in her direction, longing to feel the soft safety she provided but refusing himself as some sort of twisted punishment. Bucky slowly crept over to the kitchen counter where the chairs were neatly tucked up under the ledge until he pulled one out to sit on. Only once situated did Y/n turn around and look at him. Her soft eyes traced over his form examining for any injuries.

 As if sensing the reason for her intense gaze, Bucky whispered, “‘M not hurt darlin’.”

She moved her eyes to meet his, checking the validity of his statement. Whatever she found there was enough to confirm his statement and she nodded, cocking her head to one side as she asked, 

“Then why are you not in bed resting? Your body is obviously trying to tell you to rest and you are ignoring it. Why?”

Bucky sighed, refusing to look at her. She had the uncanny ability to read everyone who lived in the compound, but somehow, she read him better than everyone else, knowing exactly what was going on with him without him saying a word. 

“Are you worried about the nightmares?” Y/n questioned, voice no more than a whisper as she ducked her head to catch his gaze with her own. Darting his eyes to catch her gaze before looking away, Bucky nodded. Y/n hummed before returning to the toaster to retrieve her bagel, slathering it with butter when Bucky finally spoke, 

“What are you doing up at this time?” Y/n flashed a smile over her shoulder before replying,

“I knew you were coming home, I had FRIDAY tell me when you arrived so that way I would be around if you needed anything. I know how you get after missions like these, I just wanted to be available.”

Now, Bucky was a sensitive guy, underneath all of the tall, dark, and brooding, was a man who was starved of any sort of affection for over 70 years, and hearing that simple statement from Y/n was enough to break down the little self-control he had to stay away from her. 

“Y-y/n?” He asked, a wobble evident in his voice as he spoke, catching Y/n’s attention immediately.

“Can-” Bucky started to ask before snapping his mouth closed, the thought of ruining her running through his mind before he could finish his question,

 “Actually, never mind.” He mumbled, pushing himself off of the chair and making a bee-line for the exit when Y/n called out after him,

“Wait, Bucky!” He stopped in his tracks, not being able to just ignore her when she said his name so sweetly. He listened as her quiet footsteps got closer until she was standing slightly in front of him, not wanting to stand directly in his way in case he still wanted to leave. 

“You know, you yourself, as much as anyone else in this universe deserve love and affection, even if you think don’t. I know that’s hard to accept right now, there’s a lot of turmoil going on in that noggin of yours,” she said softly, taking a few steps closer to him as she continued,

“but I need you to know that and to know that I am here. I am always here for you. Now, if you want to ask your question you can, and if you still want to leave you can as well. I just needed to make sure you knew that.”

She smiled at him, a smile he had never seen before. It was soft, bright, and warm in ways that he had never seen before that made him realize this smile was just for him, and only for him. For some reason, that knowledge made him brave and with a deep breath, he asked to question he was afraid to,

“D-do you think that you can let me sleep with you tonight?” His voice was so soft that if Y/n’s complete attention wasn’t on him, she may not have heard him. She smiled that special smile at him as she extended her hand for him to take,

“Of course, c'mon then, let’s get you to bed. You need some solid sleep,” she murmured as she led him towards her room. 

Y/n pushed the door open and walked through, letting Bucky enter in his own time, not wanting to overwhelm him. Slowly, Bucky crept into the room, the smell of lavender, mint, and cedar invading his senses as he approached the bed. Y/n smiled at him before pushing the grey sheets back and climbing in, motioning for him to do the same. Once underneath the soft sheets, Y/n turned to face him.

 “How do you want to do this?” She asked, “Do you want me to touch you?” In the dim light, Bucky could see a soft flush on her cheeks, as she continued to explain herself, realizing that the word choice was a little provocative. “I-I mean like, some people like to cuddle others just like knowing someone else is there I don’t mind either way, I just didn’t want you to think-” 

Bucky chuckled softly and reached over and pulled Y/n closer to him so that he could lay his head on her chest, listening to her steady heartbeat. Y/n froze slightly before completely melting and moving her hands to his hair, running through the soft chestnut strands. 

“So you’re a cuddler. Got it.” She murmured, smiling as Bucky snuggled deeper into her embrace, arms still wound around her frame to keep her close. Bucky began to grow drowsy, between Y/n’s gentle finger in his hair and the soft song she began humming again, sleep was not far from wrapping Bucky in its soft embrace.

“Thank you,” Bucky muttered, his voice muffled by the fabric of Y/n’s old university t-shirt.

Y/n smiled and pressed a kiss to the crown of Bucky’s head. “Of course, now get some rest, you need it.” With a final squeeze, Bucky began to drift off to sleep. Maybe, this was the exact sanctuary he needed.

[mirror-cle]

i dont rlly know if i was Truly cooking but i saw a bunch of cool jinbaoris so i tried adding flair to simon's outfit (i talk more about it below)

here r the jinbaoris in question!

*disclaimer: i didnt do too much research into it so im sorry if i got stuff wrong, feel free to educate me and comment and stuffs! until then:

i borrowed inspiration from the waves on the 1st one to turn them into feathers at the end; i was originally thinking it could have a more traditional rectangular shape? some jinbaori look like they have looser tails of fabric, so i was going to make them look like tailfeathers in the back :) but i also like this!

i wanted to make it look like downy feathers on the shoulder parts too, i'm not sure what to call that material on the reference, but i thought it was cool!

umm the inside of his collar is supposed to look like the plates of armour here :) i think this is from ghost of tsukushima actually idk

i replaced his tie with rope! idk why it felt cooler. and i added the rope around the calves (even tho hes wearing boots and. probably doesnt need it)

oh and umm baggier pants + i probably didnt need to lower the crotch area that much lol his proportions actually look kinda off

but yeah!

(also his inner suit and stuff being a slightly different shade of dark blue... i dont understand why this happens)

[annymation]

Reimagining the characters in Wish

(Part 1- Asha)

Hey guys! I don’t really know how to start this, but let’s just say that I… Didn’t like how Disney’s 100th anniversary movie turned out, like at all.

But I can tell there was a lot of unexplored potential beneath this story, that in my opinion felt overly simple and bare bones.

But if you love it, that’s awesome, more power to you, I wish I could’ve loved it too. And I don’t want to rewrite it to show I’m “better than the writers at Disney” because I’m definitely not lol, I have no experience in writing, and I’m sure they put a lot of passion into the project and I respect them for that. But this movie inspired me with ideas for a different story that I think is worth telling.

But I won’t start telling it today, instead, I'll start a series of blogs sharing my ideas for changes in the characters and their stories, after I get some feedback I will start posting more of the story itself.

If you’re interested, then come along!

Asha✨

Personality

- Asha is a 18 year old girl, with a passion for drawing and helping those around her, sometimes even worrying more about helping others than helping herself

- She’s like a big sister to her 7 friends, always being the voice of reason and acting responsible, but not in a bossy way, she’s actually very playful with them

- To the people of Rosas tho, she's seen as kind of a weirdo, for you see, she spends almost every time of the day drawing in her sketchbook

- She practices everyday to become a better artist, and the people of Rosas find this to be very peculiar, after all, why would you take so much effort to perfect a talent when you can simply wait to turn 18 and wish for the king to make you an amazing artist?

- Asha doesn’t mind these comments, although they have made her less willing to share her drawings with others that aren’t her 7 friends

- As the story progresses we see Asha flourish from a shy and introverted girl to a brave woman who after discovering a terrifying secret about the kingdom’s rulers, steps in and inspires others to join her and fight an evil sorcerer king and his alchemist wife (yes, I made Amaya an alchemist, more on that on part 2 when I talk about how I’d change Magnifico and Amaya)

- Some Disney characters that share similarities with her personality wise are: Belle, Tiana, Pocahontas and Esmeralda

Main Traits:

Calm and mature

Determined

Passionate about her interests (drawing, dancing, philosophy and stars)

Helpful and generous

Perceptive and always questioning things around her that no one pays attention to (like why do all the artists only paint the King and Queen?)

Playful

Compassionate

Backstory

Oooh boy I gave this poor girl so much angst, okay let’s go

Asha grew up with her grandfather, her parents both died in a fire when she was just a baby

(this isn’t just to fit the “haha Disney princess has no parents” cliche, there’s plot relevance in this “mysterious fire” that I’ll talk about later)

Growing up with her grandpa, he’d always support her dream to be an artist, like her mother, who was an art teacher

Her mother not only drew really well, but she also was able to create the illusion that her drawings could move, by flipping through the pages of her sketch books

In other words, her mom was an animator

Asha saw this technic her mom used as a form of magic, so she would often tell her grandpa she wanted to “Do magic just like my mom”

Her father was a philosopher (this was established in the actual movie but never explored haha whyyyy), who taught people that working hard to achieve your dreams is not only rewarding, but also essential, because it’s part of the human nature to persevere and fight for what we believe, even if we fail, even if it’s hard, just keep moving forward.

This philosophy may sound very “umm duh” for me and you since we all know and hear everywhere nothing in life comes for free… But that’s not the case in Rosas

In this rewrite the kingdom wasn’t created by Magnifico, but rather the kingdom has existed for many generations, being ruled by different kings before Magnifico who also granted wishes… but I’m getting ahead of myself.

The point is that the culture of just asking the king to give you or make you whatever you want to be has been in this kingdom’s culture since forever, so when Asha’s dad comes out saying “hey! Maybe we should stop just relying on the king to make our dreams come true, right?” He’s actually being quite a revolutionary… and sharing a very dangerous belief to other people…

At this point you might suspect what caused that “mysterious fire”

So, back to Asha, growing up with her grandpa, they shared a lot of happy memories together. Reading her father's books and her mother's art books helped Asha connect with them even tho she never had them in her life.

But as her grandfather grew older, he became senile.

Asha went from being taken care of by her grandpa to being the one who took care of him when she was still around 13 years old, and when she turned 15 her grandfather passed away of old age

Asha went on to live with her best friend Dahlia, the two became like sisters.

Though she managed to move on from the loss of her grandfather, she could never shake the feeling that he died without getting his wish granted... But she had no way to prove that, it was just a feeling

The wish granting system works different in my rewrite, instead of there being a public wish granting ceremony once a month, there would only be a public wish TAKING ceremony, that would work just like in the movie, you turn 18, you go give your wish to the king yada yada yada.

But the wish granting part would work like this: Almost every night the king would release the wishes up in the sky, they would float down like balloons to their respective owners while they sleep, and once they woke up in the morning they'd feel that their wishes were granted, for they would wake up changed.

With this method, there's no way of confirming if someone really got their wish granted or not, unless you went to ask the king.

Asha never did ask the king if he granted her grandfather's wish, but her grandfather would sometimes express how he wasn't feeling completely fulfilled in his life, he felt like there was something... missing.

This feeling of hollowness persisted in him until the very end, no matter how hard Asha tried to help her grandfather, she never knew him as his real self, because he gave part of his soul to the king, the most beautiful part of his soul, his wish.

Asha had no proof that her grandfather didn't get his wish granted, only a gut feeling.

But because of this, Asha wasn't that thrilled to give her own wish to king magnifico, knowing there was the possibility of it never being granted.

Not to mention she didn’t even know what to wish for, “I’m just 18 and you guys expect me to already know what’s my heart’s deepest desire? I’m still figuring that out, all I know is that I wanna draw”

Plus she wanted to follow her father's philosophy and achieve her wish on her own, eventually, when she figured out what her wish even was.

Asha never rebelled against the system tho, she wasn't a confrontational person. She just accepted the people of Rosas preferred to rely on the king's magic, but that just wasn't for her.

However, on her 18 birthday, when it was expected of her to give her wish to the king, she simply said she didn't have a wish, and even if she did she wouldn’t want to hand it over, she wanted to make it come true on her own. This lead to an argument with the king, and after a series of events (that I don't have time to summarize here, but you can find out about it on my rewrite) leads to her finding out a terrible truth about her kingdom. And that's how her story begins.

Design

- I’d keep these braid ornaments that Asha had in the concept art

- Since in my rewrite she’s not that invested in the kingdom of Rosas, I’d remove all the Kingdom of Rosas symbols that are present in her design (there are a LOT of them)

- I’d replace these Rosas insignia with more star and constellations themed symbols, to reflect how Asha believes that the stars are connected to people and they can guide us, just like how her father believed.

Final Thoughts

My intentions with these changes were to give Asha a strong emotional hook, and something that makes her feel relatable.

The emotional hook here is how she spent so much of her life taking care of her grandfather that she kinda never had time to worry about her own desires, that alone can be relatable to caregivers of elderly people that watch their grandparents or even their own parents lose themselves as time passes, and end up worrying more about the person they’re taking care of than themselves.

Asha has this internal emotional conflict where she feels she needs to constantly help others the same way she helped her grandfather, and one of the things she’ll learn as the story progresses is that it’s not selfish of her to want more for HERSELF.

Another thing that would be relatable about Asha is her passion for drawing, and how most people in Rosas would say she’s wasting her time practicing so much when she can just wait until she turns 18 and wish to be amazing at drawing.

She’d never stop believing that taking her time to improve on her talent and trying again and again was worth every second of her time, because let me tell ya folks, drawing is HARD, and animating like Asha’s mom did is even HARDER, it takes a whole lot of practice, and Asha was determined to keep trying.

She’d be much like Belle, remaining true to herself even tho those around her considered her odd, and very passionate about drawing just as much Belle was passionate about reading.

I also find it funny how Asha’s motivations are fairly down to earth, like in Disney movies you usually have:

I want to be free from these palace walls!

I want to explore the ocean!

I want to open a restaurant!

I want to find true love!

And then there’s Asha here like

“My life is fine, I just wanna chill and draw stuff”

And that’s it, but, in her environment where everyone is expected to have this great wish that they have to give to the king so he’ll make it a reality, she’s kinda the odd one out, and I love that. Would be a great subversion of the Disney formula.

Of course after she learns Magnifico and Amaya’s true intentions she gets a lot more agency and the desire to save her people, her “call for adventure” if you will.

But what are Magnifico and Amaya’s true intentions? Click here for part 2 and find out!

Thank You For Reading!

[untilwedont]

We can’t be friends

I’ll wait for your love

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pairings; rafe cameron x m!reader

genre: angst

• heavily inspired by we can’t be friends (wait for your love)

(i promise to make a rafe cameron fic that isn’t angst soon 🙏🙏)

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maybe your friends were right. maybe you should have taken their word when they told you ‘he’s just bad for you! you know his history.” but, how could you? rafe was attractive after all, and that’s what blinded you from seeing his true intentions. so, now you had to reminisce of old memories of you and rafe. memories that you wish could be exterminated from your head.

“i just think rafe.. that you could be putting a little more effort into this relationship, you know?” you said, sitting on the edge of your bed. he only scoffed at your words, “am I not doing that? I mean, are we not together? is that not enough for you?” he said with a hint of annoyance in his voice, crossing his arms.

“yeah, but.. i just wish you’d try to understand that..-“ you responded, but was cut off by him. “no, i think you need to understand that I’m putting effort into this goddamn relationship, alright?! It’s you who isn’t.” he said, raising his voice as he spoke. he sighed afterword, shaking his head before storming out, leaving you in silence.

—

even in the present, you still dwelled in silence because you couldn’t let go of the past. it was hard to think about the good in your guys’ relationship, when there was more bad. but, you clutched the stuffed animal he’d bought just for you, resting your forehead on the top of its head as you sighed, taking a whiff of its scent. the scent that still had rafe’s cologne still lingering on it.

—

truly, you had never felt happier than you did. you both walked throughout the arcade, hand in hand, laughing with each other as you both spoke with each other. you wish it could’ve been like this everyday. there was no arguing or silent treatment, just a smile on both your faces.

“hey, look at that!” rafe said before dragging you to a claw machine. “here, gimmie a coin.” he said, putting out his hand. you smiled a little before handing him one of the coins you had. he slid the coin into the coinslot before the game activated. “what should I try for?” he asked, moving the handle around. “uhh… oh!- there, that bear!” you exclaimed, pointing at a little brown bear that wore a pink sweater.

he smiled before moving the handle, successfully being able to grab the teddy bear. you both jumped a little out of excitement before he grabbed the teddy bear, handing it to you. “aw, thank you rafe!” you said, smiling as you grabbed the teddy from his hand. “anything for my boy.”

—

you smiled a little at the thought of him calling you his boy. he rarely ever called you pet names, let alone your own name. it’s been a month since you finally left that terrible relationship. you’ve tried to self-soothe, but your mind keeps going back to Rafe. And, for now, all you can do is wait. just wait in hopes that one day he’ll like you again.

a/n: umm sorry for the lowkey abrupt ending.. i didn’t know what else to put lol.. anyways i hope u enjoyed and srry for the random comeback lmao

[cosmicluvcore]

To be human part 2

Rottmnt Leo x reader, gender neutral, friends to lovers, himbo Leo (?), one sided pining

Part 1 here, Part 3

Summary: Leo has the biggest crush on you but he's afraid that you'd never date a mutant, so with the help of a clooking broach he plans to become your perfect human boyfriend!

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Idk if you can tell but this is kinda Aladdin inspired

Also I wasn't sure abt posting this since it has no Y/N interactions umm so sorry if you're dissapointed

I promise the next one will have fluffy moments between Y/N and Leo!! Sorry this is short

Tag list!!

@lunaflyer @wings-of-sapphire @ssak-i @nessarolla-in-constant-flux @envyjmoney

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"¿Qué hice para merecer esto?" Is what the disgruntled Señor Hueso muttered under his breath, as he watched Leo come crashing into his restaurant.

Of all the times that mutant decides to show up, it had to be on a good day. A loud sigh left the skeleton's mouth as he watched the turtle bump into one of his waiters, knocking all the dishes out of her hand.

"Señor! Señor!" Leo called out eagerly as he approached, "I have a really, really important request and you have to-"

He was interrupted by Hueso placing his hand up, narrowing his eyes in annoyance.

"Instead of disturbing my guests, Pepino, let's talk in the staff room."

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Leo was still wiping spilled spaghetti off himself as he spoke. Amazingly, that didn't stop his excited flow.

"Señor, bone head, buddy! Long time no see, right?" Leo asked in an overly friendly manner, offering Hueso a hand.

Hueso glanced at his hand, which had marinara sauce on it, before glancing back at Leo with an unimpressed expression.

"Uf hijo, did you just come here to cause trouble?" He asked rather bluntly.

Leo chuckled to himself, "Of course not! I just came here for a little... help."

"Help?" Hueso repeated, tilting his head as he watched Leo's over excited behavior.

"Yeah, I was wondering if you could help me get my hands on a cloaking brooch." He explained briefly while wiping away the bit of sauce that was on his shoulder.

"A cloaking brooch?" Hueso repeated raising his brow, "Why would you need one of those? I've seen you walk among humans like it's nothing."

"It's not for that."

Leo bit his lip unsure whether he should let the truth spill, no one knew of his little crush and he was afriad if he started talking about them he wouldn't know when to stop. So he took the easier route.

"It's for uh- You know... science." He lied, smiling awkwardly as if that made his reply more believable.

Señor Hueso simply shot him an unconvinced expression.

"Este idiota..." The skeleton muttered under his breath, "Why don't you just say why you really want it? It would save you from the embarrassment of lying to my face."

Yeah, Hueso wasn't buying it. Figures.

"Okay okay, I'll admit that wasn't my best performance," Leo said with a grin, although his trade mark smirk faded into a small frown as Hueso stared back at him with narrowed eyes.

"Truth is I'm trying to impress someone..." He admitted quietly, his gaze darting to the ground, while he fidgeted with his hands sheepishly.

Hueso blinked in surprise at the turtles sudden shyness, "Trying to impress someone?" He repeated curiously, looking back to the blushing turtle for futher confimration.

Leo bit his lip, his heart fluttering at the thought of them, "A human." He confessed softly.

"I've never felt this way about anyone before, they're just perfect in every way!" He explained brightly, though his happy expression faultered, "But, I don't think they'd be interested in, this whole situation." He frowned, gesturing to himself.

Hueso nodded slowly as he listened, "I see," He hummed in reply, looking thoughtful as he considered Leo's situation for a moment, "So you want to pretend to be human and lie to them?"

Leo frowned at the skeletons blutness, "It's not a lie! I'm just... bending... the truth," He said, his brow furrowing as he spoke.

Even he didn't believe himself this time.

"Alright it's kinda a lie, but what other chance do I have?"

"I don't know, tell them the truth?" Hueso retorted, Leo couldn't help but roll his eyes as he was lectured on the obvious answer, "If you really think this person is worth it, then you should be honest with them."

"The last thing I need to be is honest." The turtle insisted stubbornly, his expression souring at the idea of even attemping to tell his crush how he felt.

Leo hated to picture it, he hated that he knew his voice would tremble as he would try his best to convey to them how deeply he felt.

He hated how he knew he would stammer over his words as he scrambled to find the best way to express his feelings.

And then he would have to wait impatiently for their reply, fearing the worst, after this new discovery.

Not like he could blame Y/N.

Who wouldn't turn down a nervous idiot? And why would anyone ever be interested in someone who looks like him?

"I don't want to risk losing them." Leo finally said, sighing before meeting Hueso gaze again with a serious expression.

"Look, all I need is a brooch. I just want a chance to be with them and make them happy. Please, Señor?"

As Hueso watched Leo's sad expression he was still unsure how to reply, he knew this was an awful idea yet Leo seemed so attached to it. The puppy dog eyes that the blue masked turtle was giving him eventually casused a defeated sigh escape Hueso's mouth.

"Fine, I have a spare somewhere around here," Hueso muttered reluctantly, too tired to keep pushing, turning to his desk and opening a drawer, "Just don't blame me when things go terribly wrong."

Leo's expression immediately brightened.

"Really?!" He leaned over Señor Hueso's shoulder, eagerly watching as the skeleton searched.

Eventually, Hueso found it, a gold gemstone-adorned brooch.

As Leo looked at the badazzled brooch, excitement began to bubble in his chest, the glamorous item really did make this whole situation seem a lot cooler. This was his key to being Y/N's perfect romantic partner, something he'd dreamed of for far too long that was now finally a possibility. His heart soared at the thought.

"Here," Hueso said, handing him the brooch, "Try not to get spaghetti on it, Pepino."

Leo was practically vibrating with excitement as the brooch was placed into his hands. He nodded at Hueso's words despite not really hearing them.

"Thanks Señor! I can keep this right?" He asked.

"Just don't damage it." Hueso warned in reply, "If you do, it could stop-"

But before he got the chance to finish his words, Leo had disappeared into another blue portal.

"-working..."

[hotchsofficialwifey]

strangely, he feels at home in this place

warnings: angsty, lots of fluff, hurt/comfort, descriptions of a panic attack, umm idk what else

a/n: yay, new fic! fucking finally!! i loved the fnaf movie and it re-inspired by obsession with josh hutcherson, so here i am, writing for it! pls don't bully me for this (don't like, don't read)

"mike?"

your warm voice echoed in the freezing dark room. he was shivering vigorously, his eyes bloodshot and puffy. tears stream down his face with only mere muffled whimpers coming out as a result. he hated feeling like this, but you hated seeing him like this even more. you jump to action, frantically trying to give him the comfort he so desperately needed.

you weren't close at all, you and mike. you were abby's babysitter, and that was it. but over the months, you grew very fond of mike (maybe a little more than that), and mike grew very fond of you. your co-existence was so peaceful it made you feel as if you had known each other for years. silence between you two never weighted, but instead floated, like a water lily down a stream.

but in the months you had known him, never had you ever seen him like this. so vulnerable, so frightened. it triggered an impulse in you you didn't even know you had to protect, nurture, love.

you wrapped your arms around him, his tense muscle melting ever so slightly at your embrace.

"mike, what's wrong? let's sit down, yeah?" he nodded half-heartedly, and you practically had to push him to the sofa. his movement was rigid, and his silent weeps began to turn into heavy sobs, you only prayed abby wasn't listening from the other room. you continued to hold him close, as if someone were trying to pull him away. you hoped he knew that no one would ever pull him away from you.

after a few minutes, mikes anguished sobs began to quiet down. you guided him through some deep breaths, giving him time to settle down, at least. his whimpers were quiet, but he seemed significantly calmer, and a few moments later, you broke the silence.

"mike, what's wrong? talk to me, i'm here for you." your voice was firm but caring, full of the tender love you genuinely had for him. mike took another deep breath, and then another one, before he finally spoke.

"work was terrible. it was, it was-" before he started crying again, you gently shushed him.

"you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. i just want to make sure you're okay." he was silent, contemplating, it seemed.

"mike. i need you to tell me that you're okay." you squeezed his bicep reassuringly and he looked up at you with the sweetest eyes. the sweetest, most devastated eyes. your heart tightened at the sight.

"i'm okay." his voice was practically inaudible, but his eyes spoke for him. the tight-lipped smile you forced against your face, along with the warm touches, seemed to calm him. for him, it felt familiar.

you stayed like that for a few moments, one arm wrapped around him, his head rested on your shoulders. you felt him melt into your touch so delightfully. you relished in that feeling before you spoke again.

"how about you get into some clean clothes and go lie down, yeah? that sound okay?" he nodded and slowly got up from the couch. as he got dressed, you got him a glass of water and a warmer blanket (seriously, his blanket looked terrible for this time of winter). he accepted both with a meek 'thank you', and you turned to leave, to let him rest.

he grabbed you by the arm and you froze in your spot.

"stay." he pleaded. when you turned around, his eyes were sparkling in the moonlight haze that was bleeding from his bedroom window, big and wide and brown and perfect. everything about him was so perfect.

"please." he begged again, that voice of his rich and sweet, like honey with chamomile tea. some part of you was unsure, but most of you was more than happy with his request.

you crawled into bed next to him, keeping eye contact the whole time. for the first time this night, he smiled. a soft, sleepy, honest smile. one you hadn't seen on him in quite a long time. you brushed his hair out of his face, caressing his cheek with the back of your hand. the gesture to you was small, but to him was the closest thing to an 'i love you' he had received since his parents died.

and then you kissed him.

the kiss was timid and shy, but the butterflies in mike's stomach grew nonetheless. he smiled into it, kissing you back with warm compassion and kindness. his hand found it's way to your waist, making the intimacy of the moment grow. in that moment you knew you were head over heels for mike schmidt. and in that moment, he knew the same. the kiss broke eventually and you both slept peacefully, like angels, wrapped in each others arms. you never wanted to let go, and neither did he.

[sparklefics]

Fire Escapades (2)

Teenagers/40s!Bucky & Reader

Summary: Teenagers in love who are very serious about their feelings.

A/N: Finally I felt inspired to write again :) Reading part 1 is a must here. :P

Fluffy feels ahead! <3 🥰

WC:786

[Masterlist]

“James Buchanan Barnes, get out here right this second!!”

“Oh no. She Buchanan-ed me, she knows you’re here.” Bucky groans. 

“You don’t know that for sure.” You say as you untangle yourself from his arms. You suggest going back to your fire escape. 

Bucky agrees with you and once you’re out of his room he opens the door and his mama bursts through like a nervous wreck. 

“Jamie! Oh honey!”

“Ma, what’s wrong?”

“Mrs. Y/L/N just got back from work and her girl’s gone!”

“Gone, what do you mean gone?” Bucky hated lying to his mom but for you he’d do just about anything. 

You managed to get back into your room seeing as the window was now unlocked and wide open. Quickly you get rid of Bucky’s blue sweater and walk out of your room nonchalantly. 

“Oh Winnie I just don’t know what to do—”

“Mom? Mrs. Barnes– Bucky? What’s going on?”

Your mom runs over and hugs you then pinches your arm. “Where were you, young lady?!”

“I was just in my room, mom.”

“I swear if you were with that Hodge guy, Y/N I already told you I don’t like him. You’re not to see him again.” Your mom threatened while Bucky stood there barely suppressing a smile. “Why can’t you get a nice boy like Barnes. Winnie’s son is a nice young man, appropriate.”

If only your mom knew how inappropriate you two already had been last night. 

“Well, actually I–” Bucky tried to interrupt but you cut him off. 

“Shut it, Barnes!”

“Y/N! Don’t be rude.” Your mom scolded you and turned back to Bucky’s mom. “Winnie, darling can you stop by for tea after lunch?”

“It’d be my pleasure.” 

___________________________

While Winnie and your mom have tea…

You sit on the fire escape again, this time Bucky joins you. The excuse for him being there was sharing your English literature book Bucky had ‘misplaced’ his. So you sat there pressed up against Bucky, your head gently resting on his shoulder and his left arm wrapped around your waist. 

“I’m afraid he won’t come back, my father,” you took a deep breath as you confessed your deepest fears to Bucky. “I’m afraid he’s going to die in this war, Buck. I can’t–” you let your sobs escape. Bucky holds you as you slowly stop crying, giving you forehead kisses and squeezing your hand.

He gently squeezed your hand again to get your attention. “Darlin, I know that I should wait for him for this but I’ll ask your momma if I have to. I’ll ask her today for her blessing. I want to marry you, take care of you–even your mamma. God forbid your father doesn’t make it back, I want you to feel safe and taken care of.”

“Buck, that’s sweet but aren’t we too young?”

“My dad married my ma when they were just fifteen. We’re almost eighteen. I don’t see the difference.” Bucky pressed his lips to your forehead. “Would you want to? I’m sorry I didn’t really ask. Would you like to marry me?” 

Bucky stares down at you with his big blue shiny eyes, full of affection for you. You couldn’t say no even if you wanted to. “James, it would be a dream come true. Yes. I would love to marry you.” 

Bucky takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out. “I need a minute to talk with our mothers. I’ll be right back.”

Bucky untangles himself from you and turns back to sneak into your house through your bedroom window, only to find his mom, your mom and your dad staring back at him. 

“Umm, Sir I can explain.” Bucky starts as he tumbles through the open window.

“Sir?” You turn around, “Dad?!” you screech. 

You scramble to get into your room but as soon as you do, your dad pulls you into his arms. And all you can do is cry happy tears. “You’re back!”

He buries his face in your hair and hums happily. “I am darling. I’m home.” He smiles down at you and squeezes your cheeks and drops a kiss to your forehead. Your dad makes eye contact with Bucky, who stands by behind you. “You have our blessing, son.” 

“You…approve? But- but we’ve only just met.” Bucky stammers like an idiot.

“I heard– we all did, we heard what you said to my little girl. I know enough, James Buchanan Barnes, y/n would ramble on and on about you on the letters I got from home.” 

“Dad!” You groaned and buried your face into his chest. “You’re embarrassing me.”

Bucky extended his hand to your father, “Please, sir, call me Bucky.” 

[pumpkinbxtch]

ok so like I just requested so please take your time on this next one, I’m over here asking again alr because you’re response was so nice to my last one it made me feel ok asking again 😭❤️❤️❤️ I’ll be a little more specific with this one <3

Apollo x Fem!Reader, where the reader is a mortal who keeps reincarnating every hundred or so years and Apollo falls in love every single time 🤭 and once again it’s been a 100 or so years, and suddenly he meets her again!!! this can be god!apollo or Lester!apollo bcs honestly there’s so many possibilities with both so I’ll leave that up to you :3

Again take your time with this one and feel free not to even accept it right away!!! Thank you for the last one again and pls have a great day!! YOURE THE BEST ❤️❤️

• ° . ☆ “Free coupons, take one and cry all afternoon”

— apollo x mortal!reader

part ii

Summary: Apollo has literally loved you for years and years and lifetimes. Now that you return to him, that time his crossroads will not be long, but at least he was able to see you and fall in love with you once again. warnings: bad words, yea umm. Haha a/n: I'm so happy you liked what I wrote. It's really very important to me. AND SORRY if I'm late, it's just inspiration. The gods refused to give it to me, but it is here. Kisses.- From the other side of the milky way, María.

The first time, Apollo saw you and without hesitation passed his heart towards you. Oh gods, he had the best weeks of his life, but then he had to let you go. You were a mortal, he couldn't be with you for long without exposing you to danger.

And since he loved you so much, he decided to give up, he forced himself to see more for you than for his need to be with you.

He had already calculated it, it was about 100 years or so to see you again, but throughout those, he changed completely, he had to face a great battle against his father's ego and that of himself. He almost forgot how old and ageless he was, when you spend more than six months fighting for your life, that's how it is. Until that day when he accompanied his now friends to an amusement park, the same ones as always; Will, Nico, Rachel, Meg, and the seven. Ten young adults, one teenager and ONE “apparent” young adult. They were having a great time, actually.

The roller coasters, the ice cream, the sun (him), the kiddie rides that Meg insisted on riding. But Apollo had gotten tired, can a god get tired? Well, he's trying to keep up with so many demigods with ADHD at a fun fair.

He took a seat on one of those wooden benches with faded rainbow paint. The others looked for him and gathered around.

— Apollo! I want to go to the water attraction —  Percy said, holding Annabeth's hand, who was apparently analyzing the map of the place.

— Yes, and then we go to the flying chairs — said Jason, his practically brother. A smile that he had never seen adorned his face, next to him, Leo hung from the blonde's neck.

—Yes, come on, sunny.

—Don't be lazy, I want to go to the carousel.— Meg said, squeezing the dolphin plushie that he had won for her in the shooting game.

Frank handed him his ice cream, and Hazel looked at him for any injuries.

Will and Nico seemed to have moved on, they were very lovey-dovey lately.

—Thank you, Frank. I'm fine —

— If you don't like sharing, I can go get one for you.

Apollo smiled and brushed his brown hair out of his face.

—I'm fine, man. Don't worry.

But he knew that wasn't the case, he felt something in his stomach that wouldn't leave him alone.

Piper and Rachel looked at each other, both seeming to read each other's minds as they discussed something.

—How about we walk Meg to the carousel and come back for you? It sounds fun, a bunch of us riding metal animals going up and down —  Piper said, taking Meg's hand. Rachel nodded and smiled at Apollo.

— Yes, I think it will be enough for you to rest.

No one had any objections, but Apollo had sensed a certain charm in the words of Aphrodite's daughter. Was he missing something?

Everyone advanced and Rachel was the last to set off, she looked at the god knowingly.

— Good luck.

Apollo did not know what those words meant, and he waved goodbye. A remorse for not accompanying them invaded him, but he stayed sitting on the bench. He ruffled his curls anxiously and leaned on his thighs, taking in the great view of the concrete with a cooler of ants carrying breadcrumbs. Then, he felt a hit on the head and an apology.

— Sorry! Are you ok?

He looked up and oh, fuck. It was you? He could feel his heart crushing and feeling on fire. Apollo stood up from the bench.

— I-I'm fine, don't worry.

The last time he had seen you, your eyes were the color of olive, now they were brown, but the look was the same. You gave him a warm smile and placed your hands on your chest.

— Really? —

He nodded and smiled, too.  For you, Apollo's blue eyes became familiar within seconds of seeing them.

— We know each other?

“We've met thousands of times,” he wanted to say, but he couldn't. In other lives, he had told you that he was a god, and you believed him. But the situation in how you had met that day, the hurried manner of your meeting, told him that the meeting with you would not last at all. Even so, seconds or glances were enough for him, he was already in love with you, again.

His heart was immersed in melancholy, and he wanted to hug you.

— Maybe…

You opened your eyes a little and approached him curiously, you smelled like lavender and sunshine, that last one made his stomach flip. You were almost invading his personal space, which made him push his chin back to avoid bumping into your nose.

— I thought that, too. Do you come here often? It's just that I work at one of those food islands. — You told him and stepped back smiling to show him your uniform. You had a cap with the company logo embroidered on it.

— Ahm yes, with… — He thought of Meg and the others. He made a silent apology to Artemis — My sister and my friends.

You widened your smile and dug something into your pants pockets.

Apollo wanted to kiss you.

You hummed and finally took out some papers. Would you give him your number?

You held them out to him.

— Coupons!

Apollo took them gently, your fingers collided with his, and you felt a kind of electricity in your stomach. You let out a nervous laugh.

— Well, see you…— The boy came out of his trance. A name, he wouldn't say Apollo, would he?, but…

—Lester! — You smiled again and waved your hand goodbye.

— See you, Lester.

And you walked away from him, leaving him empty and wanting to take you with him to spend the rest of the afternoon at the fair, to be happy, to be together.

He spread the coupons in the palm of his hand and looked at them. He was able to gain something from his misfortune, at least. Of course, why not? Burgers for everyone.

— Apollo! — Meg's voice made him turn, and he smiled when he saw everyone. It seemed that Will and Nico had found their way back to the others.

Rachel met his gaze, she seemed slightly worried. So at that moment it all became obvious, she knew he would meet you.

Apollo sighed and held up the coupons in his hand.

— are you hungry?

[slayfics]

could you do muichiro x reader whos in her period

You teach Muichiro about periods.

You struggled to keep up with Muichiro as usual, but today had an added challenge. You were having exceptionally painful cramps, your period was relentless.

You took in a sharp breath to try and block out the pain. If you were on a mission, it wouldn't matter if you were on your period you'd still have to fight demons, so you made an extra effort to push through.

Muichiro noticed you being slower than usual, and the sharp breaths you were taking.

"Is everything alright?" he asked, with concern in his voice.

"Mhm" you nodded, and continued sparring with him, but it wasn't long till another sharp cramp hit. You blinked hard squishing your eyebrows together but continued sparing regardless of the pain.

"Are you sure? It seems like you're in pain," he said pausing his attacks.

"It's just you know... girl stuff..." you said, trying to hint at what was going on without using the word, as you felt a bit embarrassed to talk to him about it.

"Hmm?" Muichiro tilted his head curiously not understanding what you meant. His mother had passed when he was young, and he hadn't been around other girls much in the demon slayer corps, so periods weren't something he was educated about.

"Umm... I'm on my period," you said quietly not looking the Hashira in his eyes.

"What is that?" Muichiro asked eyes widening.

"Oh... you don't know?" you asked, feeling yourself become nervous. Were you really going to be the first one to explain periods to Muichiro? Muichiro shook his head and put his sword back in his sheath, eager to learn what it was you were talking about.

"Well umm...  you see girls' bodies prepare every month to be pregnant, and if they don't get pregnant then their body rids itself of the old stuff and prepares again... so basically once a month if a girl isn't pregnant she bleeds," you explained. Muichiro eyes widened further than you've ever seen.

"You bleed once a month?! That sounds awful does it hurt??" he exclaimed.

"Not the bleeding part particularly, but the body makes cramps to help push all the stuff out and that hurts. Today seems to be the worst for me."

"You mean you're training with me despite being in pain, and this happens to all girls... Miss Kanroji... Miss Kocho...?" Muichiro thought out loud processing the information he just learned. 

"Yep. It's a little different for every girl. Some get cramps, some don't, some have other symptoms too like feeling nauseous, or getting headaches." you further explained.

"Wow... and in the face of that you all continue your duties without a complaint. Women really are amazing, I have nothing but admiration for you all." Muichiro stated, making your cheeks blush at his praise. "Let's take a break and I'll make you some tea." he offered.

"Really Tokito, it's ok I can keep going." you protested.

"No, we are taking a break. Consider it a thank you for educating me. I'll show you my favorite place to rest and watch clouds," the Hashira said smiling sweetly at you.

"That does sound really nice. Thank you, Tokito." 

I’ve gotten this request a few times, and found some inspiration to write it today as I happen to be on mine... yay haha. Thank you anon and @mytokitohusbands for the request! I’m sorry if this wasn’t the super comfort reader you’d want but I hope you enjoy it. I think this is something Muichiro would need to be educated on, but after would be super understanding and want to support you any way he could!

[nuttybarbariantheorist]

Counter Encounters

He was working at the new bookstore on campus the first time she noticed him.

It was the beginning of classes at Merini U and Marcille was doing her best to get everything she needed for the coming courses. It was, she decided, absolutely imperative to get a good deal on schoolbooks in order to save a bit more for necessities. This year wasn’t her first after all…it was her second year in Medical Research, and she was going to do her best! There was a rumor circulating that a new shop had popped up offering some pretty good bargains. Marcille had slipped over to check the moment she got the required book list for her classes.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for this book…its for my class.”

The worker behind the counter looked at her, he had tousled blonde hair and strange gold eyes. There was something familiar about the guy, albeit in a very masculine way. A soft smile lit his face as he answered her. “I can help you find it; do you know the title?”

Marcille dug in her bag to procure the list. As she went to open the envelope her hand slipped and she promptly ending up dropping it in a clumsy fumble. Embarrassment colored her cheeks, as the guy stooped and picked it up for her.

He had the restraint not to laugh. Only offered her the list with a soft. “You dropped this.”

She mumbled trying to hide her embarrassment. “Thanks.”

“So, which book did you need?”

“All of them honestly, just trying to save some money for the rest of school.”

“I get that. Let’s see if we can find what you need. Medical section is back here.”

Marcille followed him to the back of the store. He was really tall, tall enough to effortlessly reach the high shelves for the volumes on her list. He handed her them and quoted the price as they found the right ones. She couldn’t help but pat herself internally on the back at each quote, as the prices were the best she had encountered so far. She teetered as the final volume hit the stack and the bookkeeper paused.

“Ummm, would you like me to hold those?”

She was wavering unsteadily under her load. Nursing books are indisputable bricks and each subsequent one had increased her wobbling. The load threatened to tip her over now. Strong arms shot under hers before she could collapse, the burden lifting away as she steadied herself.

“Woah, easy there.”

The blonde bookkeeper lifted the heavy pile from her arms without trouble.

“Let’s get this lot up front so you can pay…then I can carry them to your car for you.”

Sighing with relief and wishing for something to lean on Marcille followed him dutifully to the front counter. He rang up the titles and she fished her wallet out of her bag and paid.

“So, umm, what was your name?”

“Marcille, my names Marcille Donato.”

“Well, Marcille, can I carry these to your car for you?

“That would be great thanks!”

The price seemed even better than she had previously thought. He carried the books effortlessly out to her little red coupe, loading them in the trunk when she popped it open for him. A million other things to do were crowding her mind and it wasn’t until she stopped at the first light and glanced at the receipt that a sudden realization decked her.

He gave me an employee discount?

The second time Marcille met the blonde man was at the little ice cream shop in downtown Merini sometime later. The shop had the absolute best parfait in town and Marcille felt in severe need of something to cheer herself up. Calculus was physically kicking her ass. The numbers side of her degree was something she had to work very hard to get good at. Medicinal dosage required one to be able to do drug calculations based on a patient’s weight and age. Fractions and decimals were still drifting through her brain from the study and cram session with Falin earlier today. Her friend had suggested a break when she noticed Marcille’s eyes glazing over in the numbness the subject seemed to inspire.

The numbers were still flitting across the backs of her eyes when a cheerful voice addressed her. “Here’s your parfait!”

Her parfait had never stared back at her before. There’s a red dragon head and a wolf head poking up over the rim of her dessert. Cheerful and unexpected extra treats that she didn’t pay for. Marcille could only cover her surprise with a stuttered thanks, green eyes flicking up to meet…gold. Gold eyes and tousled blonde hair. Again. Still tall, though he was stooping a little bit. Marcille couldn’t place his familiar face and before she could question the artistic decisions on her dessert, he’s off to the next customer.

She picked up parfait and napkin and retired to a corner to enjoy it. Curiosity replaced her distress now…as she wondered at the extra goodies. The wolf head was a shortbread cookie, a little soft from soaking in the sweet vanilla ice cream and strawberry syrup, but deliciously crisp besides that. It made her parfait taste a little like a strawberry shortcake and Marcille found she really enjoyed that. The red dragon turned out to be a rice Krispie treat covered in a thin layer of fondant, with chocolate horns. Equally a surprise and equally delicious.

The café was bustling now and she spared a few more minutes to carefully watch the man behind the counter. He never paused very long and seemed pretty competent in his work, making the drinks and handing them to patrons. None of the desserts looked remotely like hers though.

She pulled the last bit of cream through her straw and went to wipe her mouth with the napkin and did a double take. Written on the flimsy paper in hurried scrawl was a message.

Cheer up Marcille!

Wah…What…the guy at the counter…how did he know her name?

Is he flirting with me?

Marcille tried to get a glimpse of his name tag thinking it might jostle her memories. He just didn’t seem to hold still long enough for her too…

Her phone buzzed pulling her thoughts from the almost familiar guy, back to the stark reality of her looming Calculus test.

She stood and after a moment’s hesitation, tucked the napkin in her jacket pocket. Dared a final glance at the tall weird blonde guy putting whip cream on a sundae and left the café.

Maybe it was just the sugar in her system, but she did feel a little more cheerful.

It was another month before she saw the guy again. Falin had invited her to see the second DalClan movie. And Marcille was late. The traffic was a bit heavier than normal and she had needed to make a call to Falin, asking her to go in and save them some good seats. By the time Marcille parked at the theatre she only had a couple minutes left before the show.

She hurried into the building and practically careened to the counter, whipping out her wallet for a ticket and a small bucket of popcorn. Falin probably hadn’t bought any since she had needed to buy her own ticket. Her friend kept to a strict budget with not a lot of wiggle room for spending.

A large bucket of popcorn appeared along with her ticket. Marcille took it automatically and turned to go. She looked back briefly, a belated thank you dying on her tongue.

Wait, is this the same guy…?

Golden eyes and surprisingly neat? blonde hair. It wasn’t nearly as tousled this time and almost looked like it had been recently combed. He was smiling cheerfully at her and it wasn’t until he told her. “Enjoy your movie!” that Marcille’s free hand flew to her mouth as she realized the time and made a mad dash for the doorway that lead to the screens. A silent promise to ease the curiosity in her brain, to stop by the counter afterwards to finally confront the stranger. Who seemed to be everywhere and nowhere simultaneously in her life.

Falin was sitting in the middle row middle, which made getting to her awkward, but the seats were really good. Worth the few pieces of popcorn that made an escape when Marcille finally waded over to her. Commercials were still blaring on screen, so she hadn’t missed anything important. Falin smiled at Marcille as she handed her the popcorn bucket.

“Wow, that’s the biggest one… I’m glad you made it!”

Marcille sighed and dropped gratefully into the theatre chair rolling her head back dramatically.

“Gahhhh, traffic was so bad! I was sure I was gonna miss it!”

Falin crunched popcorn thoughtfully. “But you didn’t.”

“It was a near thing, I got distracted again…I think that guy I told you about works here too…The same one from the bookstore and the café.”

“Oh?” Marcille completely missed the very devious glance her friend aimed at her. “What did you think of him?”

“I don’t know him, how am I supposed to have an opinion on him…Oh…he did give me a large popcorn when all I paid for was a small. Huh…”

Three people seemed to shush her at once, as the lights dimmed and the Dalclan theme began to play sweetly over the speakers. Falin dared to cup a hand to her mouth and whisper softly. “You know…my brother works here too.”

Too? Are they? No, no way, he looked way too masculine to be her brother.

Marcille shoved a handful of popcorn in her mouth and chewed. Mind flickering over golden eyes and blonde hair.

“You again!”

She finally catches him. He’s standing there holding a package and shifting from foot to foot awkwardly. He hadn’t been at the movie theatre when they left, Marcille had looked.

“…y-your package?” He’s slightly taken aback by her abrupt declaration…sweating and nervous. Not helped by the fact that she surges up to him and jabs his chest.

“You’re Falins brother?!”

“Um.” He holds the box to one side and lets her maul his vest. She’s over a foot shorter than him so the results probably looked like an angry shiba inu berating a golden retriever.

“Why didn’t you say something? Tell me your name. Anything?”

He stared dumbly at her. “I didn’t want to seem weird to you.”

“Weird…weird is seeing you everywhere and not knowing who you are!”

He shook free of her grip and offered his hand.

“I’m Laios. Laios Touden.”

Marcille took it in a firm shake with a huff. “You already know mine.”

“Heh, yeah, Falin told me…but I didn’t realize it until after I talked to you at the bookstore.” He squinched his eyes shut and said her name with a grin.  “Marcille.”

“Why on earth do you work so many places? The bookstore, the café, the movie theatre…now you’re a delivery driver?!”

Laios rubbed the back of his head with his free hand. “I help Falin with her school bills…if she worked full-time it would really hurt her studies’, I want her to have her dream job on day, so...”

The fiery indignation in her died. For the first time, she noted the sleepy bags under his eyes, the absolutely limp way he carried himself, this guy was tired. He was working four jobs to help his sister. There was no indication he was taking any thought or care for himself. “Do you have any free time today?”

Confusion clouds his tired face. “Huh?” She repeated the question and his eyes warmed and focused on her. “I’ll be off from this job at 7.”

“That’s kind of late, but please come back here when you finish.”

“Ummm…” He blushed. “May I ask what for?”

“Oh, no nothing risque, just…there’s three things you need to do better.” She rubbed her cheek thoughtfully. “Really just two…I think you are probably getting plenty of exercise. You can’t take good care of Falin if you aren’t taking good care of yourself. So, I’m gonna teach you how to balance your schedule and maybe do some meal prep!”

He chuckled softly and agreed. “I’d be happy to come over tonight.” She took her package from him then and for the first time since meeting him, smiled sunnily.

“Tonight then Laios.”

She disappeared inside and missed the soft pale blush on his cheeks, as he turned and headed back to work.

This was inspired by a super cute doodle an artist I admire did. Could not for the life of me get the idea out of my head until I wrote this.

I can message anyone with the art link per request! But I want to respect their privacy as I am gonna label this how I wrote it. Direct any flack at me please. The art was adorably platonic and I am the shipper here.

[michelleleewise]

Purr....

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: none.....Mischief, backfired spells, shenanigans and alot of purrs.....

Summary: you come back from a mission excited to see your boyfriend.....unaware something happened......

Inspired by THIS lovely anon........

You walked off the quintet sighing. You'd been gone two months and all you wanted was a shower and your Loki. You hadn't even been able to talk to him since where you were sent had no service and you missed him more then you would like to admit, so as soon as your feet hit the helipad you were off to find him.

You walked into the common room, looking around not seeing anyone throwing your bag down when a black cat ran up to you rubbing himself on your legs purring. You kneeled down scratching behind his ears hearing the purrs grow louder. "Hey little guy, who do you belong to?" You asked as it pushed its head into your hands. "He would belong to you y/n." You heard, looking up seeing Thor. "Oh..did Loki get him?" You asked, seeing the cat turn and hiss at Thor. "You could say that." He said laughing.

You got up walking into the kitchen seeing Thor grab a mug from the cabinet. "So where is Mischief anyway? I thought he'd be here when I landed." You said as the cat jumped on the counter purring rubbing his face across yours. "Well you see, Loki was practicing a new spell and..." he trailed off as the car sauntered over knocking his mug off the counter, shattering on the floor. "I don't think he likes you very much." You laughed seeing Thor sigh. "Yes well, I would expect nothing less." He said grabbing the broom. You watched him clean the glass up as the cat continued to purr and rub his face on yours, pressing his forehead to yours. "Ok really, where is Loki?" You asked.

"He is currently in the kitchen y/n." Thor said grabbing another mug. You looked around seeing the kitchen all but empty "umm...are you alright thor?" You asked. "That little furry beast Y/n! That is Loki." He snapped as the cat hissed at him. "His spell backfired and now..." he trailed off pointing at the cat. You took a minute to look at the cat, seeing it's large green eyes, the softness of its fur, the way it hissed at Thor "Oh my God! When did this happen?" You asked looking at Thor "Oh, about two weeks ago." He said shrugging. "Can he change back?" You asked when the cat began purring again. "Not on his own no, it has to wear off, good news is it should be any day now." He said smiling as he walked out if the kitchen "Welcome back y/n." He called back.

You sat staring at Loki as he purred, his tail flicking back and forth. "Loki....what am I going to do with you." You asked when he meow'd, putting his paw on your cheek. "You know I was really looking forward to cuddles too." You sighed, feeling him press his head to your forehead hearing him purr again. "Well, shower and bed I guess." You said. standing up you walked to the common room grabbing your bag, loki following right behind you as you headed to your shared room. You watched him jump on the bed as you threw your bag down grabbing a towel.

You stepped out of the shower feeling your muscles relax. Wrapping your towel around yourself you walked out seeing Loki sprawled on the bed, tail twitching as he watched you. "Don't be weird Loki." You said laughing when he meow'd. You walked into the closet, slipping your shorts and tank top on walking back out. "I'm really gonna cuddle a cat." You smiled seeing him roll over on his back. You pulled the blankets back laying down "well, come on." You said as he walked up by the pillow, laying down in front of you. You covered him and you up laying down looking at him. "Your lucky I love you." You said as his eyes shot to yours.

You scratched his ear when he nudged your nose with his "Your tickling me." You laughed hearing him purr. "Go to sleep sir." You said sternly closing your eyes. You felt him tuck his head under your chin, pressing himself to your chest continuing to purr. "Goodnight Loki." You breathed wrapping an arm around him drifting off to sleep. You weren't sure how long you were asleep when you felt something nudge against your cheek "lokiiii, go to sleep." You murmured reaching up to scratch his head. You felt him kiss your cheek making you open your eyes, you stopped scratching when your eyes met his beautiful green ones. "C..could you....keep doing that?" He asked gently kissing you. You laughed, snuggling into him scratching his scalp hearing him moan. "Love you darling." He purred, pressing his forehead to yours "love you, my lokitty." You smiled, drifting back to sleep.

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[gingerbloof]

Caught Red Handed (Dom!Astarion x Fem!Tav)

contents: heavy, plotless smut (18+ only, minors DNI!!!), fem masturbation, breath play, slight degradation, orgasm denial, blood drinking, mention of bondage, oral giving and receiving, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected p in v, creampie, AFTERCARE!

author notes: umm hi! how’s it goin? so it’s been years since i’ve written any fanfiction, but Astarion had me very inspired, so have this filthy x reader smut :’) i hope you enjoy!

edit: omg thank you so much for all the likes! sorry for the weird grammar it’s been so long since i’ve written anytbing but i am so humbled at the attention this is getting :’) thank you so much!!

With full bellies and heavy eyelids, you and your party decided to retire early tonight. Everyone made their way to their respective tents, except for you. You’ve been dying for a moment alone for a while.

Ever since Astarion first had you at the tiefling party, you couldn’t get him out of your head. His dark, hungry eyes, his scent, and especially the way he filled you oh so deliciously.

It drove you crazy. Especially when you were traveling together. The way he looked covered in blood and the look of satisfaction on his face once you’ve won a battle. Everything about him made you hungry for more of him. He even made his way into your dreams. You dreamt of him doing the most sinful things to you and it always caused you to wake up with an uncontrollable heat rising in between your legs. Unfortunately you haven’t had a chance to relieve yourself, until tonight.

You found the perfect secluded spot in the woods, where no one could find you. Once you made your way there, you slipped off your pajamas and sat down against a tree. You couldn’t wait anymore, you needed release.

You close your eyes and slowly started to pet your thighs, imaging your hands were Astarion’s. As you made your way closer to your slit, your breath quickens. With your free hand you massage your breast, pinching your nipple and letting a soft whimper leave your lips. You slowly start to rub your clit, jumping in excitement. Fuck you were so wet. This is what he did to you.

As you continue to please yourself you are imagining him. His fingers, his tongue, his cock… And something you’ve been wanting to try out for a while.

Your other hand slowly slips up your chest and around your throat, squeezing the sides to cut off blood flow. You slip a finger inside of yourself and start to pump it in and out. You’re a moaning, quivering mess. The feeling of being lightheaded with the pleasure was absolutely divine.

“Ahh, f-fuck Astarion…!” you moaned quite loudly. Imagining him choking you turned you on so much that it was just about to send you over the edge, when a familiar voice sent shivers down your spine.

“My, my… What a delicious sight. I hope I’m not intruding, my sweet.”

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, he caught you… You quickly grab your shirt in embarrassment and cover yourself with it and look up at him. He was right next to you, leaning up against the tree. His eyes were dark, and hungry and a demonic smirk was painted on his face.

“A-Astarion I- this.. This isn’t what it looks like!” You were a sputtering nervous wreck. You have never been so embarrassed before in your life. You felt heat run from your cheeks all the way down your neck. You looked away from him, his mere presence overwhelming you.

“I was out for a late night stroll, hoping to find a snack when I heard my name being called out oh so deliciously. Turns out I’ve found not only a snack, but a whole meal. So tell me, darling, what is it you were doing?” He purred as he kneeled down to you. You felt your breath quicken as you slowly started to look up at him.

It was obvious what you were doing, but he wanted to hear you admit it. He enjoyed taunting you like this. “I-I…” You started, but your voice got caught in your throat. He chuckled as he grabbed your chin and pulled you close to him, his lips barely meeting yours.

“Say it, pet.” His voice was deep and demanding, you’ve never seen this side of Astarion before, and you liked it.

“I was… touching myself to the thought of you,” You shyly responded. “And? What was it you were doing with your other hand?” His hand slowly made its way down your jaw, and onto your throat. “Was it… This, darling?” All of a sudden the sides of your throat were being squeezed, causing you to gasp. He pinned you up against the tree and chuckled darkly. You nodded as much as your head would allow you, because you could not speak. You were stunned, and oh so excited.

“Good girl.” He purred, giving you a quick peck on your lips. An evil sounding chuckle left his lips as his ruby red eyes met yours. “Oh darling, I am going to have so much fun with you tonight.” His grip on your neck tightened a bit, not enough to choke you but just enough to make the area spin a bit. “Tonight, you will submit to me. I will have complete and utter control of your gorgeous body. Am I understood?” You nod, and with his free hand he roughly grabbed your breast and started to suck on your nipple. The way his tongue rolled around it made your back arch and a struggled whimper leave your lips. He pulled away and trailed his hand slowly down your stomach until it met your slit. You were dripping wet, which made him groan. “Gods, you are soaked… What a filthy whore you are,” His degrading words made the heat inside you grow stronger. You bit your lip and tried pressed your thighs together in embarrassment, but Astarion was quick to pry them back open. A frown grew on his face as he leaned in close to whisper in your ear.

“Don’t you dare hide from me. Let me made your dreams a reality,” He slowly started to rub your clit, making tight slow circles around it, making you moan. You knew it wouldn’t take much to come, as you were already so close before. Your breath started to get hitched, until it was closed off by his hand gripping your throat tighter.

“No,” He demanded. “You don’t get to come until I say, do you understand, pet?” A pit grew in your stomach. You weren’t sure if you were going to be able to meet his demand, but you nodded anyway, earning a pleased moan from his lips.

You were starting to feel lightheaded, the cut of blood flow was starting to make you lose consciousness, along with the pleasure of Astarion playing with your clit. You were about to become undone, and damned near pass out until he stopped choking, and playing with you. As the area around you started to come back into focus, you gasped, and whined. You were so fucking close and the bastard stopped!

You pressed your legs together uncontrollably and bucked your hips, your breath hitching in your throat. The heat in between your legs was almost painful. You couldn’t stand it. Astarion, demented bastard, let out a successful laugh as he watched your writhe. “Gods, darling, look at you! You’re a complete and utter mess,” He smirked. You attempted to touch yourself to relieve yourself but before you could even lift it he pinned both your hands to the tree.

“Tsk tsk tsk, you naughty thing. Do I need to tie these pretty hands up?” Your breath caught in your throat as the thought. As much as you would enjoy it, you knew there was nothing around to do such a thing, so you shook your head. “Mmm, a shame, really. I would’ve loved to see you tied up,” He chuckled, letting you go. He stood, and like the arsehole he is, he started to walk away. You were so caught off guard you quickly caught your composure and frowned and stuff to your feet, as wobbly as your legs were. “W-What?! Where are you going?” You called out, frustration filling your voice. He stopped in his tracks. There was something he wanted you to do for him, and he knew he was going to get it.

“Who, me? Oh, I was just about to retire. Unless you’d like me to stay and finish you up?” He smirked, stepping back over to you. “I’d love to, sweetheart, but I need you to beg for it. Beg… for me,” He pressed you against the tree and caressed your face, leaving small kisses on your neck. This sent a shiver up your spine and your legs press together. “I-I…” You felt heat rush to your cheeks. As much as you wanted him right now you couldn’t find the right words to say to show him how much you wanted it. He felt your heart quicken as he had his lips against that sweet vein in your neck and chuckled. “Come now, darling, don’t be shy,” he purred. “Beg.” His voice was so demanding it caused you to whimper. Finally you brought yourself to softly say “Please…” This clearly wasn’t enough for him, as he continued to kiss and drag his fangs along your neck, making you moan. “Mmm, please what?” His tongue crawled its way up your neck until it reached your ear. “What. Do. You. Want?” He whispered, each word more demanding than the last. Gods he knew exactly what to do to make drive you mad.

You didn’t care how desperate you sounded anymore, you just needed him, now. “Please Astarion! Please I need you so bad, I want your cock in my throat, I want you to make me yours, make me your little plaything, please just take me already!” You cried out, your voice full of frustration and desperation. This heard you a moan of satisfaction from him. You felt him smirk against your skin. “Very good girl,” He praised. “I shall give you what you desire.” He pulled away to give you a deep kiss, your tongues instantly finding each other and dancing around one another. You moaned in his mouth, and he pulled away to look at you.

“On your knees, darling,” He demanded. You quickly kneeled down to him and looked up at him with hungry eyes. You could see his erection practically bursting from his pants. He was so fucking hard for you… You quickly started to undo his pants and take his cock out. There was already precum beading from the tip. He wanted you just as badly as you wanted him.

You made no hesitation to take his length between your lips, sucking it and using your hand to pump what your mouth couldn’t. He grabbed your head and let out a moan. “Gods, yes… Your mouth feels so good. Take me deeper, darling.” You obeyed and slowly took more of his length into your throat. You felt tears forming at the corners of your eyes, but you continued. Soon his whole length was inside your throat, and he let out another loud moan.

“Fuck, yes. What a good girl you are for me,” He looked down at you, and seeing your face stuffed with his cock made him twitch inside your throat. He grabbed a fist full of your hair and started to thrust himself in and out of your throat, face fucking you. As much as you felt the need to gag on it, you restrained and let him use your throat. You reached down and starting playing with your clit as he continued to face fuck you. You moaned around his shaft, which caused him to let out a shaky breath. He was getting close. Suddenly he pulled you off of him, causing a ‘pop!’ sound and you gasping.

Your face was covered in spit and precum. He smirked as he kneeled down to meet your eyes with his. “Such a good pet,” He purred. “Are you ready for me to make you come now?” He asked sweetly, his finger tracing your collar bone. You nod eagerly. “Y-Yes, please!” Suddenly you were pushed back into the ground. He crawled on top of you and started to quickly kiss down your body. It was obvious he wanted you to come too, because before too long his tongue was making its way to your thighs. You felt his fangs scratch gently against them, causing you to whimper. “A-Astarion… Bite me,” You asked, exposing your thigh a little more for him. He growled in hunger, and slowly sunk his fangs into the soft flesh, causing you to gasp. He moaned as the warm red liquid coated his tongue.

He drank from you for a few more moments before pulling away and lapping up the mess that was coming from the puncture wounds he inflicted. Your hand met his hair, curling your fingers against his soft silver locks. Finally, fucking finally, he brought his lips to your clit, kissing it oh so tenderly before swirling his tongue around it. You gripped his locks and let out a loud moan. This, /this/ is what you’ve been dreaming of. For him to make complete control of your body. You were loving every second of this.

Soon enough one of his digits made its way to your entrance, slowly pushing its way into you. He curled his finger a bit to hit that sweet spot inside of you that always made your back arch. He sucked on your clit while pumping his finger in and out of you, moaning at the taste of you. He added another finger and you could feel your orgasm creeping closer and closer. “A-Astarion! C-Can I come? Please?” You begged desperately. He looked up at you, your clit still in between his lips and he smirked. “Yes, my sweet. Come for me, come all over my fingers,” He purred, quickening the pace of his fingers and his tongue. His approval alone was enough to make your body explode with pleasure, but his quickening pace is what made you scream out in pleasure. You saw stars as your orgasm shot through your entire body.

You felt your legs shaking and you came around his fingers, and just as you thought he was going to slow down, he continued to keep a fast pace with his fingers and tongue, showing no signs of stopping. You were so fucking sensitive, this was too much.

You wanted to back away but the pleasure was too intense it caused you to stay in place. Your breath was quickening and whines left your lips as you uttered “A-Astarion, it’s too much, please! I-I’ll come again!” Saying this only made him add another finger, spreading you open and filling you up so well. He pulled his mouth away and looked hungrily into your eyes as he continued to finger fuck you. “Yes, darling. I want you to come over and over again until you’re unable to make a sound. I want you to completely lose yourself for me,” His thumb rubbed your clit as his fingers curled up and against your g spot, making your hips buck out of control. You were so close yet again. This was too much, but not enough at the same time. You wanted the same thing, though you’d never admit it out loud.

You wanted to be a quivering mess for him, and you both knew that is exactly what was going to happen. Your body tensed up as you came again, your warm fluids soaking Astarion’s fingers. He let out a successful chuckle as he watched you become undone. “Gods, yes, Y/N… Keep coming for me, my pet, my filthy little pet,” He said, his words of encouragement adding to the fire of your desire.

You were almost completely spent, your legs his fingers and face were covered in your sweet nectar, but you knew Astarion craved more. Before you could get your bearings again, he had flipped you onto your hands and knees, your back arching for him. He aligned the head of his cock with your entrance and leaned down to lay sweet kisses on your back. “Are you ready, my sweet? Are you ready for my cock?” He asked sweetly, grabbing a hold of your hips. Without even thinking at all, you say “Yes, please… I can’t take it anymore, I need you, Astarion.”

A smirk laid across his face, that was all the confirmation he needed. He slowly pulled you onto his length, making you both gasp and moan. Soon enough he was balls deep. He took a second to enjoy your warmth and the feeling of you twitching around him before he started to roll his hips slowly into you. The grip he had on your hips was tight, almost tight enough to leave bruises. It made you feel completely owned by him. You let out a delicious mewl as he thrust in and out of you, each thrust harder than the last. Soon enough he was pounding hard in and out of you, but slowly. He pulled your hips in to meet his with each thrust. The only sounds either of you could hear was each others moans and the slow ‘clap. clap. clap’ sound of your ass hitting his hips.

“Hells below, you are so tight,” He moaned, his pace quickening. “And so fucking needy for me, you little slut.” His harsh words caused you to whimper and clench around him. If he kept this up you were going to come /again/.

How many times has he made you come now? You couldn’t remember, all you could focus on was the feeling of his cock inside you, and his hands creeping up your body to caress you. It was like he was trying to touch every inch of your skin. He pulled you up so you were on your knees and your back was against his stomach as he kept mercilessly fucking into you. He growled as he sunk his fangs into your neck, earning him a yelp and moan from you. He could feel how fast your heart was beating through the speed your blood was coming into his mouth.

“A-Astarion, I’m going to come!” You cried out. He pulled away from your neck and wrapped his hand around your throat once again, squeezing gently. His other hand reach around your hips to rub your clit. His thrusts became more uneven, and shaky. He was close too.

“Fuck, yes darling… Come with me, be my good little pet and come with me,” He whispered in your ear, quickening his pace even more. “Oh fuck, oh fuck!!” You let out probably the loudest moan you’ve ever made in your life, and so did he. You were gushing around his cock while his seed poured into you, filling you all the way to the brim.

You both took a few seconds to catch your breath. You were both twitching and oh so sensitive, you didn’t want to make any sudden movements. Astarion was the first to gain his composure again, he let out a deep sigh of relief as he lapped up the blood that was still dripping down your neck and shoulder.

You whined as he did so, reaching behind you to curl your fingers in his beautiful silver locks.

“Are you alright, my sweet? That was quite rough,” He asked sweetly, planting small tender kisses around the back of your neck and shoulders.

You let out a soft giggle as you looked back at him. “I’m fine, how are you?” You asked. His eyes widened a bit, not expecting you to check up on him too. “Yes, darling. I’m fine. Fantastic, actually,” He grinned.

He slowly pulled out of you, making you both moan softly. You both collapse onto the ground, the moon and stars illuminating you both.

You looked over at Astarion to find him already staring as you with a smile on his face. “Come here, darling,” He said, holding his arms out. You smile as you bury yourself into his chest.

“Gods I hope no one heard us…” You say, giggling. Astarion chuckled as he rubbed your back. “Who cares? If they did, good. That means they all know that you’re mine.” You blushed and buried yourself deeper into his chest, soon starting to fall asleep. He smiled as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“My sweet pet.”