#well that's for me to know and u to find out

[specialgradefckr]

Satoru Gojo who thinks you're only with him for the money.

He's pretty insufferable, after all. And a shitty boyfriend to boot - always bailing on dates, showing up at weird times, telling you vague stories about his work that don't make sense.

Honestly he's surprised you've stuck around this long.

That you still read every message he spams you when he's bored and lonely fighting special grade curses.

(after all, he always has to go on those missions alone. there's no one who can go with him.)

You still text him back. Open the door to let him in. Smile when you see him, like it's the very first time and he can tell you're just so star-struck by his eyes as he tugs down his blindfold with a grin, "Do I look blind to you?" "Blindingly handsome!"

He'd laughed at that. You're shocked by his appearance, but you're earnest, and so obviously smitten, and he loves a woman with a little humor.

Satoru Gojo who didn't expect you to text him back after the first night, but you did.

cutie pie: omg, those look so good! what flavor? satoru: my favorite, the edamame and cream~ cutie pie: bring some for me next time you visit <3 i'll feed them to you ;)

On a lesser man, that might have sounded presumptuous. To Satoru, it's the perfect come-on. Casual, flirty, and easy to do - all the makings of a great hookup.

He hadn't expected to spend half the night on his knees like a dog, licking at your fingers. Watering over a thumb pressed down against his tongue while you drooled your mochi-sweet saliva straight into his open mouth.

Unexpected, but amazing! Satoru knew then that you were going to be a treat worth savoring.

It was just a shame that he could only enjoy you for one night.

Not even that much, really. He'd been called away in bed; one arm wrapped around your darling naked form, holding you pressed against him.

Left while you were asleep without a word. He'd texted you on the way, a blase little "sowwyyyyy smth came up! u were gr8 last night." and no real expectations of a return.

If you were (reasonably) upset with him, he'd block you - his one act of kindness to a woman he couldn't treat right.

Instead he gets "thanks! you weren't so bad yourself haha" and your enthusiasm is obviously a bit defused, but he can work with this.

He lays it out to you, next chance he gets. Tries to text you often enough to make sure you don't think he's ghosted you.

"I know this might sound like the kind of thing married men say," He says with a big, sardonic smile, "But I have a very demanding job. I don't have time for a relationship. And for personal reasons, I can't agree to be exclusive, either."

There's a look you give him that makes him wonder what exactly you think of his job. Satoru vaguely wonders if you think he's a sex worker.

He hopes you try to find him on porn websites later. Maybe he should film himself jerking off real quick sometime so you can watch it.

"That makes sense," Is what you say, instead of any of the ridiculous thinks he'd imagined.

You don't seem thrilled about it, but you don't look immeasurably disappointed, either. You're a smart girl. You'd probably already figured he couldn't commit.

"But!" He chirps, "I am very very interested in seeing you again. Multiple agains. And I'd like to come to an arrangement that makes that easier for you, since my schedule is so tight..."

For a moment, you stay quiet, and Satoru wonders if he should just offer you cash upfront. But you're receptive, and things go well.

Worryingly well, to be honest. What type of girl are you, exactly? Naughty thing. Get money from a lot of men, do you?

You laugh when he tries to bring it up in bed, "You're one to talk, Mr. can't-promise-exclusivity," you tease, running a hand through his hair while you smile at him.

He likes it when you do that. He likes a lot of things you do.

The real wonder is - although he is absolutely spectacular in bed of course - how much do you like it?

The whole relationship has to happen on his shitty, inconsistent schedule. He can't commit to a relationship or tell you about his job - you're better off that way. Even if you don't know.

Satoru Gojo who pretends to go on dates with other girls sometimes just so that no one watching him thinks he's serious about you. He can't have the Higher Ups thinking of you as a tool to use against him.

He can't even offer you exclusivity. Even if he wants to. Even if he struggles to get it up with those girls - his heart just isn't it in - when he's making sure everyone who's watching him knows you're just one of several people he's having sex with.

After all, the only thing that could be worse than people thinking you were the strongest sorcerer's weakness, was if they thought you might be pregnant with the strongest sorcerer's child.

But if he's fucking around, if he's the whore his so-called superiors make him out to be - then you're safe. Just another girl.

And god, does he take advantage of it.

Texting you late at night. Early in the morning. Times don't mean a lot to him these days.

The most sleep he ever gets is the rare night he spends with you, maybe once or twice a month, five hours in your arms before he pulls himself away and slinks out of bed while you're still asleep like a guilty dog.

He doesn't deserve your warmth or your bed. But he'll take it while you're offering. Eat it all up and beg shamelessly for seconds.

He makes up for it with money, or tries to. Leaves you treats and sweets and other gifts. Spam texts you and facetimes you constantly - when he can.

To be perfectly honest, he's kind of expecting to be dumped any day. He'll take whatever he can get.

If paying your rent or buying you a house makes you feel guilty enough to stay a few days longer with him, that's a good use of his money.

He arranges for you to receive an offer for a remote job, something flexible that will let you meet him whenever he comes calling.

His gifts get more lavish. He's always generous in bed, makes sure you have a good time.

He has a reputation to uphold, after all.

Sometimes he just stares at you when you're asleep. It feels like a waste to spend his precious few hours with you sleeping.

Look at you. All peaceful in his arms. Cuddling up to him.

He can admit, in the dead of night, with no witnesses but himself; the sight makes his heart tug.

If he could, he'd stay. Wake up next to you in the morning. Make breakfast, flirt, joke, maybe even take a little ~morning shower~ and have some fun in there.

It's so clear in his head. How you'd joke back. Smile and giggle and playfully bump against him. Give him a little kiss, a little hug before he leaves for work.

You would kiss his forehead when he got migraines. Hug him when he talks about his difficulties at work.

Your soft smile, your warm lips, your tight hug. It's all so vivid in his head. How you'd look in the morning light, staring at him while you think he's asleep.

Would you stare? What would show on your face, then?

He tries, very hard, not to imagine what your face must look like when you wake up alone every time you sleep with him.

What you think about when he's not there.

Do you wonder if he's with other women? Do you see his flirty texts - "sorry kitten daddy's gotta work late" "babygirl you're not my dad, he goes to bed at 9." - and wonder if he's said that to a hundred other girls?

Because he has. And that's what hurts, really. He could message a hundred girls and get a hundred vapid responses, all those notifications could build up in his phone and he wouldn't care.

But when it's you messaging him?

When you tell him about your day, or text him a picture, or pick up on the rare phone call he gets to make - Satoru's heart skips a beat.

What about you? He thinks about you checking your phone constantly to see anything from him, and it hurts.

You don't show any unhappiness about the arrangement. Every gift, every little arrangement or donation he makes, you accept it all with grace. Everything money can buy is yours, he makes that clear.

As long as you're with him, he'll spoil you rotten. And you were starstruck in the beginning, he could tell.

Expensive hotels, exclusive restaurants. First class flights everywhere, even a private jet if you want it. He brings you custom made jewelry worth more than people make in a year, pulls it out of his pocket and clasps it around your wrist like a passing trinket.

You get used to the constant spa days, the shopping trips. Ordering food for every meal. Living in a city center in a beautiful penthouse with brilliant fixtures. And you're happy like that. At least you look like you are.

But every time he sees you, you're with him. He can't tell if you miss him, if you're sad when he's not there.

He... he sort of doesn't want to know.

Satoru Gojo who loves you. And he hopes to god you don't love him back.

After all, if you did, then you'd want things from him he can't give. Shouldn't give.

But if all you love is his money? He's got tons of it. You can have as much as you want. He can make you happy. He can buy the love he can't afford to earn. He'll never run out of funds.

As long as it's only his money you love, he can have you forever.

[bizarrelovetriangel]

i g o t y o u.

a little angst but mostly fluff. the classic scenario of reader/mc geting hurt and them taking care of you.

sylus

You forced yourself to limp through the dark, misty and empty street, leaving a trail of blood on the ground that matches the stain on your partly torn shirt.

Just then, a crow flew over your head and it was followed by heavy footsteps manifesting from the shadows.

He stepped right in front of you and his red eyes, clouded with worry and anger, studied you carefully. His jaw clenched and his lips moved, yet he failed to voice a single one of the many thoughts that rushed to his head. The only set of words that made it out were...

"Who did this to you."

His voice was low and cold, yet terrifyingly calm.

"It's not that bad." you laughed, only to wince at the burning wound on your waist. "You should see the other guy."

It was as if you'd defused a bomb. One grin on your face and his gaze softens, though concern remains.

Sylus shakes his head and sighs, letting out half of the tension in his body.

"Good."

You took a step towards him, or at least tried to, but your injuries prevented you from doing so. A sharp sting struck your waist and your legs wavered.

Sylus caught you before your knees could hit the ground. One arm carefully wrapped around your chest, just underneath your arms so that he could support your weight without touching your wound.

"I got you, sweetie."

He didn't let you go until you reached your apartment. He quickly punched in the passcode to unlock your door, then he guided you to your couch.

"I'm going to wash up - "

"Stay there." It was a demand, but his tone was gentle. "You'd make it worse if you make anymore unnecessary movements, as a wise kitten likes to tell me."

There were a couple of times when Sylus' injuries wouldn't heal quickly, and you'd often make a fuss when he brushes them off, telling him that he'd make it worse. Now, it's your turn to be stubborn while he takes care of you.

Once he saw that your injury was a graze from a bullet, he gritted his teeth as his mind forces him to imagine you getting shot.

"Tell me what happened."

While you told him about your encounter with a criminal that's been messing with protocores as well as targetting hunters, Sylus cleaned up your wound as carefully as he could.

He'd given you medicine for pain relief, too, after wrapping your waist with elastic bandages. Last but not least, but probably the most effective relief treatment: a kiss on the forehead.

"Now, open up." He was spoon-feeding you some food now.

"....I can use my hands perfectly, you know." You waved your hands in front of him to prove your point.

He playfully nipped your fingers with his teeth. "This is a once in a life time service, so take it or leave it, kitten."

"Hmph. I'll take it." You gladly took the food before softening up to look at him sincerely. "Thanks for taking care of me, Sylus."

He patted your head with one hand. "Thank me by getting better fast so we can watch that movie we were supposed to see tonight."

"Okay."

"For the meantime, help me choose the best songs in this record."

You fell asleep at the sound of his singing voice, and the smile on your face almost made it seem as if you never faced an enemy that Sylus came close to tearing apart.

It was a good thing that you got the job done, he thought.

You really are his girl.

xavier

He didn't make it on time.

Once he heard you scream, he teleported to your location and yet he couldn't find you. The hazy protofield affected his vision, making it difficult to see anything at all. By the time he saw you, your right shoulder had already gotten scratched up.

The blood on your clothes made him freeze for a moment, then he pulled himself together and picked you up. He did his best to ignore your blood on his hands, blocking out all the negative thoughts and unwanted memories that took over his mind.

Luckily, it wasn't deep enough to cause permanent damage, though it would take at least a couple of days for you to properly move your shoulder without adding further injuries.

You were taken to the hospital, and Xavier stayed by your side the whole time; however, he didn't say much. You were accompanied by a doctor, nurses and fellow colleague the whole time so you never had chance to question him until you returned home.

"Xavier, will you please tell me what's wrong?" you asked as you found him spacing out in front of your plants. "You haven't said much ever since the mission ended."

"It's...." He took one glance at you and held back on keeping his feelings to himself. "I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you fast enough."

You vigorously shook your head. "Don't apologize! It was my own fault for being reckless. And besides, it was a brutal mission that got the best of us. Even you."

You gently brushed your fingers over the minor injury he got on the side of his forehead.

"I'm just glad that we're both okay."

Xavier nodded and nuzzled his cheek against your warm hand. "Yeah. Me too." He instantly melted against your touch and almost made the mistake of burying his face between your neck and shoulder, but the bandages covering your skin made him jump away.

You looked at him with confusion as he pouted.

"What is it?"

"...nothing...." For as long as you're recovering, he won't get to nuzzle his face or kiss you anywhere near your shoulders, including a part of your neck.

The problem? He loves doing that. A lot.

"We need to get you healed up quickly." he declares like it's his own personal mission. "Let's start with food! You need to eat well so your body can get the nutrients needed to help you recover faster!"

He immediately goes to the stove and turns it on without even knowing what he's going to be cooking.

"Ahahaha.... maybe we should order takeout this time!" you exclaimed, turning off the stove and guiding him back to the living room. "After all, you're also injured. I don't want to make you do any hard work."

"Huh? But my arms are fine. It's just my head - "

"How about ramen?"

His eyes lit up brightly. "And karaage, please."

Xavier's next plan to help you heal quicker is: reading you aloud one of your favorite comics.

According to his logic, if you don't move your shoulders and arms to turn the pages of the book, you won't irritate your tissues and muscles and you'll get better faster.

"And he said, 'Dont worry, I'm the strongest.'" You can tell he didn't understand what was going on in that comic at all.

Not even ten minutes later, his eyes closed and the book fell from his hands and to the mattress of the bed. He rested a side of his face on the top of your head and his soft snores became a signal for you to turn off the lights.

No doubt about it, Xavier just being there will make you heal faster.

zayne

Zayne lost his composure the second you showed up at Akso Hospital with a sprained wrist. Not only that, but you were laughing at something Yvonne was saying, as if you didn't have specks of blood on your uniform.

When Yvonne saw him entering your room and caught the look on his face, she gave him a nervous smile. "Doctor Zayne..."

You beamed at him and had the nerve to wave your hand with the sprained wrist at him. "Hi, Zayne!"

"You...." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Even though I've gotten used to you dropping by with random injuries, that doesn't mean I can start brushing them off like you do."

"What? You mean this?" You eyed your reddening wrist. "It's really nothing! Tara insisted I get it checked, but I feel fine! I just had a mean brawl with a Wanderer, that's all."

Yvonne told Zayne, "She already took the necessary tests upon her arival. We're just waiting for her results." After he nodded in response, she left the room to give you two some privacy.

Zayne took a moment to scan your figure from head to toe, identifying what injuries you've gotten this time.

Fortunately, nothing looks too bad other than your wrist. He spotted minor injuries on your arms and face, so he'll make sure to carefully analyze your results for those areas too.

"Are you feeling any pain? If so, how bad is it?"

"Just some pain on my wrist. I can still use it just fine. See?" To demonstrate, you rotated your wrist and waved your fingers right in front of his face.

Zayne caught your hand and locked his fingers with yours to stop your movements. "You might make it worse."

He didn't let go of your hand after his statement. Instead, he held it against his chest while he gave you a stern look.

"Be more careful next time." he sighs at his own words. "Even if I say that, you'll still find a way to show up here and scare me." Zayne patted your head with his free hand. "I don't mind if you spontaneously drop by, though I'd prefer if you're not hurt at all."

You flashed him a smile. "I'm sorry. I really was cautious this time. It's just that that specific Wanderer was quite stubborn."

"That makes two of you." he chuckles before releasing your hand just in time for Yvonne to return with a clipboard.

"Here are some of your results."

The good news is your injury is mild and you received no serious damage from your mission. The bad news is, you still have to wait for a while to get your other results that are more time-consuming to get.

Well, to most people, it would be bad news. For you, you absolutely did not mind being at the hospital for a little longer. Anyways, you've been excused from your job for the rest of the day and tomorrow, so you had no place important to be in at the moment.

Especially not when there's a handsome doctor that's taking good care of you.

"Eat this cookie from the vending machine. It'll give you some energy."

Fifteen minutes later, he comes back with strawberry milk tea.

"I got this from the cafe. I thought you might enjoy it while you wait."

He got caught red-handed by Yvonne. "Doctor Zayne! Stop stealing my job." she jokes. "She's under my watch for now. I'll take good care of her, I swear."

Zayne's ears turns red. "Alright. I'll leave you to it." You enjoyed the way he awkwardly walked away, pretending to look busy all of a sudden.

He really is too cute for his own good and he has absolutely no idea how easy it is for him to make you smile like a lovesick idiot.

After another twenty minutes, the very moment Yvonne stepped outside to check on other patients, Zayne returns with more snacks.

"....I just happened to pass by the cafeteria again, that's all. I thought you'd like have something to fill your stomach since you might be getting hungry."

"Thank you, Zayne~"

You suppressed a laugh when Yvonne came back and caught him again.

But he didn't have to keep sneaking inside for long because you were finally free to go after clearing your test results and receiving all necessary treatments.

It just so happens that Zayne will be coming off work in just a couple of hours.

"Maybe you should stay around for a little longer." Zayne suggests, hands going up to fiddle with his tie. "Just in case any of your injuries starts acting up."

"Well, I can't deny doctor's orders, can't I?" you grinned, causing the corners of his lips to twitch up as well. "Where should I wait? The cafeteria?"

He took your uninjured wrist and kissed the back of your hand. "My office."

rafayel

You had accompanied Rafayel on a shady business trip (which was beneficial for you both) when a Wanderer showed up out of the blue and the people that arranged the meeting were nowhere to be found.

You and Rafayel fought side-by-side to get rid of the threat. While you sucessfully defeated the Wanderer, a surprise attack came from behind Rafayel.

You pushed him out of the way and took his spot when a knife that was meant to go through your chest was deflected and it sank to your right forearm instead.

Despite blood gushing from your flesh, you kept your arm steady as you shot a bullet from your gun, perfectly hitting the stabber before they could run away.

Rafayel gasped and weakly called out your name before moving towards you as the ground you stood on became painted in bright red blood.

"I'm fine." you told him reassuringly. "We need to get those guys and have them locked up. I just need to -"

The last thing you heard was Rafayel calling out your name before you lost consciousness. Once you woke up, you're back in Rafayel's house.

You're lying on his bed all alone. Your arm has been treated and wrapped in bandages, and you could feel pain radiating around the wound, though it was nothing that you haven't dealt with before.

"Miss bodyguard, don't get up!" Rafayel rushed to your side with a tray containing some food. "You might hurt yourself!"

You looked at him with amusement. "I appreciate the concern, truly, but only my right arm is injured. The rest of my body is okay, I can move just fine."

"But still!"

You glanced at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it's almost midnight. The whole incident occurred around seven-thirty, so you were out for several hours.

During that time, Rafayel must've taken you to the hospital to treat you, then had you brought back to his place. If you'd regained consciousness for some time in-between, you couldn't recall.

"Anyways, I was just about to wake you up though because I know you haven't eaten anything since our brunch date before the meeting."

Rafayel carefully put the tray by the nightstand.

"I ordered takeout, but I made the soup by myself!"

It looked like a typical creamy soup, though you could smell seafood and it certainly had you feeling hungry.

Also, since Rafayel looked so proud of his soup, you'd probably eat it even if your stomach wasn't in the mood for it.

"Alright, I'll dig in. Thank you for the food!"

"Wait, no!" Rafayel stopped you just as you started to move your arms. "You can't use your arms! That's what the doctor said! So I'll feed you instead."

"...but only one of my arm is - " Rafayel didn't waste another second in feeding you a spoonful of his soup.

it was hot.

but it was delicious.

"It's so good!"

Although he looked proud of it earlier, he now wore a shy expression on his face, with his red ears being the biggest giveaway.

"I should hope so. Talia told me how to make it. If you said it was bad, I was going to put the blame on her."

His eyes then shifted to the bowl of soup as he started to stir it with the spoon.

"It was the least I could do for you for saving me."

You smiled and patted his head. "I am your bodyguard, after all. Don't worry about it." As a response, he gave you a small smile. "Now, feed me more."

"Of course, cutie~"

Rafayel treated you as if you have a flu, but you weren't complaning. He was being so sweet and caring, you can tell he really was trying to make up for what happened.

Once every while, his eyes would go to your right arm, and you'd notice the way his lips would curl into a frown, just for a moment.

Mostly, he wants to keep the mood light, so he wore a wide smile just so you can match it. And with all the effort he's giving into taking care of you, how could you not?

He peppered your arms, hands, and face with kisses because he said they'd help you heal faster.

He even insisted on helping you out with your night time bathroom routines, but you promised him you'll only use your good arm and that you'll be extremely careful.

It was no easy task, but you were able to do everything just fine as long as you took your time with every action.

You expected Rafayel to be asleep already once you came out of the bathroom, but he's still wide awake on the bed, trying to find something to watch on the TV.

"What's this?" he asked, seeing the last watched media on your history. "A romantic TV series?"

It was one of your favorite drama shows that you've been rewatching lately.

"Yeah." You joined him on the bed and he automatically covers you with the blanket that he's using.

"Is this the show that you were talking to Talia about? The one with the supposedly 'hot' male lead?"

".....yes...."

He scoffs. "I bet he's not even that good looking. Let me see."

"You want to watch it?"

"Yes, but only so I can make fun of your bad taste in men."

"....."

"...particularly human ones." he added. "because we both know you have a good eye for fishies."

"Sure."

You two watched the show from the beginning, and Rafayel did not hold back on the comments. They only made you laugh, so you didn't mind it at all.

Especially since, by the end of the first episode, you could tell he already became interested in the plot.

"Is she really going to see him? Even if he's so mean and lame? Her friend seems way better. Also, her mom's never going to approve."

"Mhmm." You didn't want to spoil anything so you kept your answers to a minimum and just let the next episode start instead.

Three episodes later, you realized that Rafayel had stolen your pillow and put it on his back, sitting up higher so he could get a better look at the screen.

The episode was showing something dramatic and intense, he couldn't help but fix his posture so he could pay attention better.

"I thought you're babying me tonight. Why are you taking all the pillows?"

"I'm your pillow, cutie." He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and forced you to lay down on his chest. "Now shhhh. She's about to slap him so gooood, I need to hear the crisp."

He was so warm and comfortable, you ended up falling asleep while he stayed up to keep watching.

caleb

"- and then I had this spicy food for dinner with Simone -"

"Move your camera farther."

"What?"

Through the video call on your phone, Caleb narrowed his eyes. "Pip-squeak, I know you're hiding something. Your voice is lacking its usual energy, you're wincing at every minute, and you're way too close to the camera. You know I'll never complain about seeing your face up close, but you never put it this close before."

He was the smartest student in his classes for a reason. Also, he knows you better than anybody. Of course he'd notice something is off.

"It's nothing, really. Just a little scratch. anyways-"

"Really? let me see it, then."

You sighed in defeat and zoomed out the camera so the screen can capture your entire figure sitting on your bed, revealing your left knee that's currently being supported by a white knee brace.

Caleb was quiet for a moment. Then he asked, "Can you still move around?"

"Yeah! It hurts a little, but I can move! It'll heal in no time, so - "

"Stay inside your apartment and try not to do any heavy work. I'll see you soon, Pip-squeak."

"Okay - wait what?!"

You then faced a black screen that informed you that your video call has ended.

"Caleb?!"

You were woke up at seven in the morning by the alluring smell of breakfast food.

"...no way...."

The very second you sat up, you heard footsteps coming towards you and soon you were face to face with Caleb.

"Good morning, Pip-squeak." He ruffled your hair and laughed at the results.

"I can't believe you came all the way here all of a sudden! If it's because of my knee, I'm fine. It's not a big deal."

He nodded. "It doesn't seem that serious, which is good. But you have a history of worsening some of your injuries back then because you'd move around so much, thinking it won't be any harm. I'm here to make sure that doesn't happen again."

You can't even be mad at him for always caring about you. "You're right. Sorry for making you come here so suddenly."

"No need to apologize. Anyway, since you're up already, it's time to go eat! Come on!"

You let out a squeak as Caleb suddenly carried you, with one arm carefully placed under your legs and the other supporting your back.

"Caleb! I can still walk!"

"And I can carry you, so I'm doing that."

He brought you to the kitchen and sat you down on a chair. A plate full of warm food is already waiting for you.

"When did you get here?"

"Around four in the morning."

It's way too early for you to try and figure out how it was possible to travel so quickly from Skyhaven to Linkon, so you made no comment about it.

As you started eating, Caleb knelt down on one knee next to you. He observed your knee brace for a moment before taking it off.

"What are you doing?"

He gave you a grin as he held up a newly bought knee brace, still in its package. "I got you a better one that'll speed up your recovery. I've had a knee injury before too when I was at the Academy, and this is what I used. Healed me in no time."

"You injured your knee before?! When?!" you gasped, using your right index finger to poke his forehead. "Why didn't you tell me and grandma?!"

He chuckled. "Because you would've done the same thing I did. You'd go over there and make a fuss. I wouldn't have minded it, but you would've been quite a distraction."

Distraction not only for him, but for other the guys in the academy, too. Sure, a lot of his friends already knew who you were and they really believed you were already his girlfriend due to all the times you'd pretend to be a couple.

Still, knowing how they acted, they'd be stealing your attention, which he prefers to be kept all to himself.

Besides, he wouldn't want you to travel far just to take care of him. He prefers to go to you. It doesn't matter where you are, or how far the distance between you two is. He'll always come to you.

"And grandma would be scolding me while you copy her expressions while standing next to her." Caleb continues, smiling as he recalled some memories of him getting scolded after getting hurt. "I would've gotten the double-disappointed glares."

Caleb took off the white knee brace that the hospital put on you. His eyes lingered on your knee for a moment and gently brushed his fingers against your skin. Then, he gave your knee a quick kiss.

You tilted your head as you looked at him curiously, holding back a smile.

"You know when people say, 'Kiss it and make it better'? It actually has some logic to it."

"Really?"

As Caleb puts on the red knee brace that he got for you, he explains. "Firstly: saliva has healing properties, so it really does help small wounds recover faster. Secondly: kissing in general induces hormones that relieves stress and brings relief and happiness, which overall is good for a healthy healing body."

"Spoken like a true nerd."

Caleb pressed your cheeks with only one hand. "And this nerd's going to make sure you heal very quickly."

He dives in to kiss your lips.

Again and again and again.

And just when you were ready for a deeper and longer kiss, he pulls away and goes back to the stove to cook some more.

"To do that, I'll make sure you eat all your food, including your fruits and vegetables so that your body can be healthy and recover fast."

You wanted to throw an apple at the back of his head, but you know with past experience that never works out well. Even without his evol, he somehow always knows and catches it.

You also quickly lost your motivation to hit him for teasing you because when you look down at the brace on your knee, there was a small doodle of an ugly smiley face on it.

Caleb smirked, scooting a chair right next to you before sitting down to join you for breakfast.

"If you want that gone, you better do your best in recovering fast. Otherwise, you'd be stuck with it, along with me and my special healing methods. Or maybe....." He leans his face close to you and his lips hovered yours but doesn't make contact with them at all. "Or maybe it can be your reward for when you get better. What do you think, pip-squeak?"

Maybe you do want to throw an apple at him.

[angelyuji]

yandere mark grayson

might be a little ooc lowkey... sorry.

tw // stalking, nolan is an enabler, yandere behavior, emotional manipulation, honestly nothing too crazy compared to what ive written in the past

mark grayson x reader

im gonna talk mostly about story mark and not the variants but ill add a couple cutesy little remarks at the end

markie poo is very intense as a yandere, not in the kidnapping sort of sense but like emotionally

you’d probably meet him in college and start off as friends

he’s def the type to fall in love at first sight tho like he sees you and its like some angelic light bathed you

he was in awe

he def uses his powers to stalk you and figure out everything about you

william lowkey encourages it too cause…. he seems like the type to stalk his crushes (he’s a normal person so its like kinda a normal amount)

anyway he doesn’t really realize how he’s following you or watching you until someone points it out (eve) and he’s like “omg im so evil im so bad and evil and i should die”

and he confesses it to his parents cuz who knows better than him? mama y papa!!

“im so sorry, i know i shouldn’t use my powers to stalk (y/n). i know what im doing is wrong. i just like them… so so much.” mark buries his head in his hands, too ashamed to look at his parents.

he hears his mom sigh, “mark what you’ve been doing is-” she stops. mark looks up to see his dad whisper into her ear. she bites her lip before nodding. debbie pulls him into a hug before leaving the room to go upstairs. mark feels tears well up in his eyes, seeing the disappointment in his mom’s eyes.

“mark.” he looks over at his dad. “come here, son.” nolan pats the space next to him on the couch. mark hesitantly, moves to sit next to his father. “i sent your mother away because i needed to explain something to you. something she would never understand.” his father’s voice was low. mark swallows, trepidation building. “when i first met your mother, she had rejected me.” he sits back, “and i loved her more for it. everyday i would watch her, where she worked, where she lived, who she spent time with, everything, mark. i needed to know more about her, i wanted for her to be mine… i was-” nolan barks out a laugh, “i was willing to take her away from everything if she would’ve rejected me again.” he looks over at mark, “fortunately for all of us, your mom agreed for a date and now… here we are.” nolan smiles, wistfully. mark stays silent, processing everything. nolan pats his son on the knee, “what i’m trying to say, son, is that what you’re doing is normal. you are my son, of course you could love like i do.” nolan ruffles mark’s hair before standing up.

“but mom-”

“what your mother doesn’t know won’t hurt her, mark. and what (y/n) doesn’t know won’t hurt them.”

i made up that nolan did all that, but like…. who would be surprised if he actually did lol

anyway, nolan highkey made mark worse becuz why would u say all that, man… (i made him say it but that’s beside the point)

mark doesn’t even have his own place yet, so kidnapping is off the table and with papa nolan in space, he knows debbie won’t be down for him bringing back a gagged you lol

if ur single, he’ll just push and push and push until you’re like omg fine ill go on a date with you

he’ll do everything right just so you won’t think about not dating him

he doesn’t want to tell you that he’s invincible but if it means you’ll trust him to protect you, he’ll do tell u

he’s very very very overprotective

if you’re in danger… everybodys dying he does not gaf

if ur in a relationship, ur partner’s going missing… sorry to them but mark will swoop in while you’re grieving and then bam somehow you guys are dating

he would never hurt you, but he would hurt other people to get to you/make you realize you’ll never escape him

like father like son as they say

anyway some quickie thoughts about invincible war before we move on

the moment those unhinged freaks stepped foot into this universe, they’re gonna find you

similar to that moment in the show where the burned looking mark when home to fake-cry to kill debbie, smth like that except they show up and take you with them

anyway i have similar thoughts but mostly about omni-mark and the other freaked up mark #needthatbad

they’re sooo obsessed with u but its hard to give a generalized behavior headcanon cuz each of my freaks are so different

also before i go, i wanna go back to when i said he’s very emotionally intense

he’ll twist your words and make you feel bad for rejecting him/not listening to him

mark would def use his fears to make you do what he wants

“mark, i need to get to class.” you try to pull yourself out of his grasp, but his hands go back around your waist. the two of you lay naked next to each other in your dorm after he had come back from patrol, you can see his suit peeking out from under the bed as you try to pull yourself away once more.

“(y/n), please don’t go.” you turn to look at your boyfriend, he pouts as he pulls you closer. he buries his head into your chest and you feel your face get hot.

“mark, i have to go to class. i’ve already missed 3 lectures because of you.” you push yourself away and off the bed. you feel his hand clasp onto yours. “mark.” you frown and look back, annoyed, when you see his tears. “oh my god, mark,” you immediately fold, holding him close.

“i just… i’m sorry i know you have to go to class, but i was so worried with everything that’s happening. i had- i had a nightmare i lost you.” his voice was thick as he held back his tears. he presses his lips against yours, rough and needy. you let him; your heart heavy as you feel the weight on his shoulders. “i can’t lose you, (y/n). you’re my… you’re my everything, i can’t survive without you.” you let him kiss you once more, letting him pour his love into you. soon, you find yourself wrapped up in his touch. his lips against every part of you, his hands caressing your skin, his voice whispering sweetly into your ears. you missed your classes once more as mark held you tight. “i won’t survive without you, (y/n)…” his voice lulls you back to sleep, “and i won’t let you leave me.”

[radlovesfics]

ok but what if the Variants had their own version of childhood best friend reader where they DID meet and fall in love (somehow bc we freaky like that) except in every reality besides mainstream you:

Die to Nolan/ Get mercy killed/Eaten bc u know cannibalism and love metaphor or u die before he can do that/ get a terminal illness/ overall just something horrible happens and ur gone and it’s BC OF THAT the variants go “fuck it we ball” cuckoo bananas then after going to mainstream marks world are like “wtf u get to have her but alive???? naw that’s not fair “ and just basically it’s a free for all or with their collective crazy caveman brain they decide some sort sharing custody agreement LMFAO

OR LIKE ANOTHER SCENARIO WHERE U

still fall in love with mark in every reality but mainstream Mark is the only one where he pushes u away for ur own safety and won’t tell u the reason why (if he’s just not told u about his powers) or if he decides to be like fake mean and nasty and pulls a “you’re just a distraction and make me weak” *cut to him flying away sobbing like a baby bc he didn’t wanna do it but felt like he had to* so u hate him and love him but also hate him so much and now all these variants are pulling up and mainstream mark realizes he’s FUCKED when all these other assholes are obsessed and hellbent on finding u bc why would they not love u to their fullest ability?? they’re too selfish for that so queue funny/horrible interactions with all of them bc you’re still so mad and pissed at mark but also so in love with him it’s insane

Same scenario but kinda different: let’s say like u had ur own powers and could actually go toe to toe with mark and that shit he pulls pisses u off BAD bc u can take care of urself!! like mark gets u angry enough to attack him/make u hate him bc he’s such a martyr ofc and u fuck him up!! u both never interact again in any positive form and idk if he still gets with eve here but there’s def still pinning on his end for u anyway ofc the variants invade and reader gets sent out to deal with them while mark is MIA and maybe the variants’ reader was weak/powerless in every reality except the mainstream one so this is like. hard drugs for these crazy marks who are like “oh my god you’re so hot please beat me” u know?? and ofc u do bc u hate mark here and take out ur aggression on them

but I’d like to think (for added drama) ur superhero costume involves a mask to hide your identity and since ur were weak/dead in their realities, as these variants are fighting u they have no idea who u are and are not going easy or pulling punches and are being just awful but u know!! one sends ur mask flying or breaks it somehow and suddenly everything comes to a dead stop and whichever one ur fighting will freeze in disbelief bc wtf this is the loml??? the last person they expected ?? and she’s so strong?? and even more amazing than they remembered ??? u however will not give an actual shit and continue beating their variant asses as they all immediately change their attitude when fighting u and it’s just a LOT of flirting/ snarky compliments/ actually mark being gross and horny on main but this obvs sets u off and they realize mainstream mark never ended up with u and u in fact HATE him as they witness u literally crush one of themselves and well obvs they see themselves as better to the mainstream mark so they’re like “ok we can work with this :)” and blah blah blah run a train on u, kidnap u, lotta hate sex, whatever

and for the mainstream mark (to those that love him including myself): the above scenario ends with him trying over and over to save u and finally some epic and dramatic love confession with lots of yelling and then y’all fight together and have ur cute wholesome reunion and then fuck like crazy LMAOOO

I need to be sedated

[mitchmotch]

dandadan x tgswiiwagaa and vice versa. no one asked for this 🔥

[ladykailitha]

Forever Young Part 1

Hello, my lovies! I'm on with yet another AU! I can't stop, won't stop until I'm dead. The ideas just keep coming.

This was supposed to be lighthearted and funny aaannndd it got hit by the angst train HARD! Like that meme with the bus on the tracks and getting hit by the train? Yeah, that's this fic in a nutshell. It seems I can't write Steve without exploring his childhood and for me that's always going to be a traumatic thing.

Summary: Dustin sneaks into Steve's house to try and convince him to take him to Indy, but when he walks into his bedroom, Steve isn't there. Or rather the Steve Harrington he knows and loves. For hiding in the closet is a scared five year old claiming to be his friend. Then news starts coming in from Will and Mike, Nancy and Jonathan have been changed into kids too. Robin and Eddie make the full set, so the six younger teens have balance watching kids and finding out how to reverse it. And what happens if they can't find the cure in time?

~

Look, Dustin knew he shouldn’t be using the hide-a-key to break into Steve’s house, but he really needed to have Steve take him to Indy and if he just bundled him up and got him out the door with shoes on his feet and keys and wallet in hand it was easier to get him to agree to such a long drive.

So he looked around to make sure no one was watching and then went straight for the third paving stone and lifted it up. He quickly worked free the key and set the stone back down.

He slipped into the house and quickly scanned the house to make sure that Steve was in fact still sleeping. With being a former jock, there were times Steve would already be up and having gone for a run, and Dustin would be stymied for the day.

But there was no coffee brewing, no shoes by the door and no Steve on the ground floor. Dustin rubbed his hands together. Excellent.

He snuck up the stairs and threw open the door to startle Steve awake.

Only Steve wasn’t there. The bed was clearly slept in and the car was still in the driveway. Had he gone on a run and just wasn’t back yet?

Then he heard sniffles coming from the closet. Dustin frowned and walked toward it carefully. He opened the door and suddenly had to duck a shoe being thrown at his head.

“Ow!” he cried when it clipped his shoulder. “What the fuck Steve?” But the person in front of him was not Steve. It was some five year old kid looking up at him in absolute terror.

“Who are you?” Dustin hissed, bending over to pick up the shoe. “And what are you doing in Steve’s house?”

“I’m Steve!” the boy insisted. “But this is not my house! I woke up in this room with clothes that were too big for me and no one was home and I’m scared.”

Dustin blinked down at the child for a moment as he tried to think about when Steve moved to Hawkins and what his parents names were. “So where do you live?”

The little boy looked him in the eye with tears welling up and his lip quivering. “I’m not supposed to tell.”

Dustin worked his mouth, but no words came out. Because the kid was right. He wasn’t supposed to talk to strangers. “I’m Dustin. I’m just trying to find your mom. Can you tell me your mom’s name?”

Little Steve looked up at him skeptically and then frowned. “You’ll help me find her?” Dustin nodded. “Her name is Maureen Harrington, my daddy’s name is Clint.” His face lit up. “I know my phone number. Maybe I can call home!”

“Like ET!” Dustin cried. “ET phone home!” But the kid stared him in confusion. “What, you’ve never seen ET! Like it’s awesome!”

Little Steve shook his head. “Like can I use the phone now?”

“Uh...” Dustin hedged. “I guess. Steve keeps a phone in his bedroom. It should be on his desk.”

Little Steve crawled out of the closet and eyed Dustin warily as he passed. Dustin followed the little boy’s path with his eyes as the kid picked up the phone. Immediately it went a busy signal, the sound loud in the quiet of the early morning.

Little Steve looked at the time and then back at the phone in his hand. “Daddy won’t be up for another half hour and Mommy never gets up before ten, why is the phone busy.”

Dustin’s brain finally caught up with everything the kid had said since he opened the door to the closet. Clint and Maureen Harrington. Living in Indy. The line being busy.

“Holy shit!”

Steve turned around with the phone in his hand. “Mommy says that’s a bad word, but Daddy says it all the time.”

Dustin ran through all the possibilities in his head. “It’s Occam’s Razor or to quote Sherlock Holmes: ‘When you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.'”

“You’re weird.”

“Oh, kid you have no idea,” Dustin said solemnly. “You have no idea. But I have to get ahold of some friends and pray to whatever deity is out there that you’re an isolated incident.”

“What’s ice oh lated innocent?” Little Steve asked, cocking his head to the side.

Dustin sighed. “And there it is.” That stupid little head tilt Steve did when he was confused about something. Fuuuuckk. “It means a one off. Something that happened one time.”

Steve frowned but said nothing, so Dustin took it as confirmation he understood, because he was about to panic. He started searching the room, until he found what he was looking for. Steve’s walkie talkie.

“Lucas, Mike, Will,” Dustin hissed into the device. “Come in. Code...” he looked over at Little Steve staring up at him in wide-eyed innocence. “Code Red. Come in, over.”

All three of his friends immediately came on and sound off that they were there.

“What’s the Code Red, over?” Mike asked once everyone had sounded off.

“Steve is a literal child,” Dustin said, breathlessly. “As in he went to bed a nineteen year old man and now he’s four-ish.” He waved his hand back and forth with a grimace.

“Hey!” Little Steve protested, clenching his little fists and stomping his foot. “I’m five! I’m not some baby!”

Dustin looked over at him and his eyebrows shot up. “That’s new.” Then into the walkie talkie he said. “I’m also making sure Steve’s the only one we have this problem with.”

There was silence on the line for a beat or two before Mike and Will hissed out, “Shit!”

“Why does everyone get to swear but me?” Steve pouted, sitting on the bed and crossing his arms. He glared up at Dustin, who just rolled his eyes.

Dustin let out a pained sigh and wondered how much he should tell him.

“Uh...” Lucas said into the walkie, “but I’m guessing if Mike and Will come back with a yes their older siblings are in fact small children, someone should check up on Robin and Eddie? Over.”

Dustin pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, but I don’t know how we’re going to get there. None of us drive and Joyce and Hopper are out of town, over.”

“Code Red!” Will shrieked. “Jonathan is a kid and he’s hiding from our dad, absolutely refusing to come out for anyone but Mom!”

Then Mike was crackling through the line, sounding already harried. “I now have two baby sisters and judging from the photos Mom keeps everywhere, I’d say Nancy is around four, which considering Holly is five, is just too weird, man. Over.”

“Well, fuck,” Dustin said bluntly. “Lucas was thinking that Robin and Eddie might be affected too.”

“What’s fuck?” Steve asked from the bed, looking a little too curious for Dustin’s nerves.

Dustin turned to the walkie talkie and just screamed: “HELP!”

~

Lucas managed to get everyone calmed down and it was decided that everyone meet up at Steve’s because there would be enough rooms for all of them to sleep in and they could keep it as quiet as possible. Especially since they didn’t didn’t know if this was Upside down related.

He also tried to Max to find Eddie and take him to her place before Wayne got home.

“No can do,” she replied. “He already knows and since we need someone to drive us around to get things for five four year olds as well as picking up Robin, it might as well be him.”

No one liked that plan, but what choice did they have when Wayne already knew his nephew was now a child?

They grudgingly agreed and allowed Wayne to ferry them all to Steve’s house, which he did so borrowing Eddie’s van.

Once they were all together (El had helped Jonathan come out from under the bed with her telepathy) Wayne patted Dustin on the shoulder.

“I have to go to work,” he said sternly. “I am trusting you older kids to take care of your friends. As best as we can tell they don’t have their adult memories, but if they do start to return, it will probably come in the form of nightmares.”

Mike and Lucas shared a glance. They knew. Night terrors were just a part of kids’ life at that age. They nodded.

“All right,” Wayne said with a sigh. “I’ll try and stop by Melvin’s on the way home for like food and stuff. The main thing they need right now are clothes that fit. The girls will be easy because they can borrow Holly’s things. But the boys are going to be tough unless your parents saved any of your clothes from that age.”

The four boys looked over at Steve, Jonathan, and Eddie all in clothes that were positively drowning them.

Dustin turned back to Wayne. “Even if my Ma did save my shit, they wouldn’t fit any of them. They’re all skinny!”

“Shit,” Eddie repeated with a giggle. “That’s a funny word.”

Wayne snorted. “Yes it is, but what did I say at the trailer, boy?”

Eddie looked up at Wayne, wide-eyed, almost as if he had forgotten he was there. “Swears are big people words.” He frowned for a moment. “But they say swears.” He pointed at Dustin specifically to Wayne’s utter delight.

Wayne just shook his head. “I can’t help it if their mama never raised them right.”

“You take that back!” Dustin cried. “My Ma is the best!” He put his hands on his hips.

Wayne just raised an eyebrow and ruffled Dustin’s hair. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. I’ve left the number to the plant on the fridge. When you call ask for Bill and then have Bill come get me. Anyone else and they’re gonna laugh in your face.”

“Aye, aye!” Lucas said brightly. “Hopefully we’ll be fine. We’ve already told our parents we’re having a movie night sleepover and to not expect us home tonight.”

“That still leaves what happens if this doesn’t resolve itself by tomorrow,” Mike groused. “But if it does, we have someone else we can call.”

El made a face. “I do not trust Dr. Owens,” she huffed, crossing her arms.

Mike rubbed her arm gently. “I know, but if it is Upside Down related, maybe he can help, okay?”

El nodded, but Wayne could see she didn’t like the idea. Wayne wasn’t a fan of the man himself, if he was being honest. Anyone who would experiment on children, no matter how nice they appeared was not someone to be trusted.

“Last resort only,” Wayne said with a nod. Then he said his goodbyes and left for work.

Dustin ran his hands over his face and groaned. “I don’t know how to talk to kids that age. I’m an only child.”

Lucas shrugged. “It’s not that difficult really. You just have to keep them fed, make sure they nap, and give them things to do. We’ll want to avoid the back though. Because I don’t how many of them would know how to swim at this stage.”

Steve was probably a good bet that he knew how to swim, Nancy too. But the other three? That was up in the air.

“So keep them away from the back, feed them, make sure they get enough sleep and try not kill them in the mean time?” Will asked, his voice high with concern.

“Pretty much,” Mike assured him. “There are more of us then there are of them, we should be fine.”

Max raised her hand slowly. “Uh, guys...um. I hate to ask but has anyone seen Steve?”

Dustin whirled around and quickly did a head count. Nancy, Robin, and Jonathan were all playing with a ball in the corner and Eddie had found a marker and was drawing on himself.

But Steve was nowhere to be seen.

“Shit!”

~

Cliffhanger!!! Bwahahaha!!!

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[naenaex0xx]

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that's all for now squidkids.. stay tuned for more !

[sunset-bobby]

LAFD GOLDEN BOYS (Bucktommy hc)

buck and tommy are the golden boys of the LAFD (i’m exaggerating for the bit lmao but stay with me)

i feel like ppl tend to write tommy very introverted but i think he’s an extrovert who likes his space and privacy

like sure he didn’t immediately click with hen and chim but like that was time where he wasn’t the best person and was working through his own stuff but every other person at that station actively included in him in conversations

then he would go out with hen and chim and they threw him a party bc he’s Tommy like he’s the cool guy

and the man immediately clicked with eddie like vegas with a guy u met a week ago is extrovert behavior and he’s like the guy who knows a guy lol

anyway i’m saying this to say that i would assume Tommy is fairly popular in the LAFD. He’s friendly and always down to hang or chat and he has great recommendations/tips for most of California and sure he’s a private person but like that’s normal for anyone

Tommy Kinard is the name you say at a firehouse and the people there are like oh yea I know him he’s chill asf we met blah blah blah

so imagine the surprise of the LAFD when they find out Tommy Kinard is dating everyone’s favorite nepo baby Evan Buckley

now like Buck is also popular but for very different reasons. I mean there can’t be anyone who has more unfortunate accidents than Buck and people gossip

Buck doesn’t really hang out with ppl outside the 118, the 118 that has a rep for their found family vibes. Buck the over-sharer with a heart of gold who is also good at his fucking job and has gone viral for news coverages at a scene

people like him but they know more about him based on reputation than from speaking with him

like they all know him but he doesn’t know any of them where as Tommy knows them and they know him as well

somewhere out there other queer firefighters are tryna figure out how Buckley bagged THE Tommy Kinard

and other people are wondering how Tommy bagged THE Buck

and i think they just maximize their joint slay and rule the LAFD gossip mill

[devnmon]

undoing heat

Summary: Astarion feeds from you the first time and finds himself aroused. What he doesn't know is if you feel the same.

warnings: porn with plot and A LOT of feelings, blood drinking during sex, vampire feeding, grinding, needy, touch starved astarion, piv sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, bj, oral (r!receiving), fingering

a/n: listen. i could’ve made this nice and short but you all know me. can never be normal about This Guy ever. so have fun chowing down on the absolute meal of a fic i’ve cooked up for you all. enjoy mwah (also big big kiss on the forehead to my lovely moots @clericblood n @tillysketch n @bodythieves for all their pre reading n helpful editing they did. i love u <3 )

word count: 12.6k

A vampire feeding from one’s neck is intimate.

It becomes a degree hotter when it’s Astarion doing so.

—

Cold.

For many years, all Astarion had felt was an absence. One that could never be filled.

But warmth… that was something he’d longed for.

Beams of light from the sun, an embrace, a fire crackling before him. All these aspects of life he imagined would never be within his grasp again. Replication of any such gratification was far fetched. A myth, something he would never truly see again.

Then, the tadpoles, the mind flayer ship, and you.

Since the abduction, he’d been in a state less desirable and more disoriented than ever. Weakened from lack of blood— or the deprivation of it. For the first time in two centuries, he had a chance to find something different. 

Astarion has since lost track of the last time he’s had the sun on his skin and been able to freely roam under its blessing light. Vampiric ways of undead life never granted him such a thing.

Once he met you, everything changed.

The many fights that stood ahead of him along with a merry band of companions compiled by fate itself meant that kobolds and boars would no longer suffice. Thus came the shame of wanting to taste that crimson liquid running hot right under your skin.

Catching him staring at your neck was the first hint of his vampirism, the red eyes and fangs moreso a quite literal dead giveaway. He thought himself clever trying to keep that part of himself hidden. But you knew better. 

The first time he fed on you was very special, not only for him, but you as well. To even have the trust in him after you caught the elf trying to steal a nip from your neck while you slept opened his eyes to what kind person you truly were.

Willing to share a part of your life force so he could become stronger, that did a number on him drastically. It warmed his heart the same way it was physically; a spark in the dark, a flickering that soon burned to a roar.

Astarion is lucky in more ways than one to have someone willing to give him blood for no reason other than you wanted to. To find him- a vampire- worthy of something so personal, built an undeserving ache in his chest. 

You could’ve mistaken him for a cougar that hadn’t eaten in days by the way he was zoning out. His eyes dropped to the rapid pulsing of your jugular, so lidded he was almost drooling at the sight. 

Thanks to you, Astarion’s sanguine hunger had been satisfied for the first time in two centuries. Not only that, but the warmth it granted him, down his throat and in the tips of his fingers was so gratifying it had almost made him cry. 

At first surge over his tongue, it traveled through his system faster than light. Eventually coating his teeth, dripping down the sides of his mouth, transiting through every vein to warm his frigid body. 

Tasting it – mortal blood for the first time brought a tear to his eye the second it spread selfishly across his tongue. Each time it soared over his taste buds filled him more than the last, all his strength devoted to reining in the hunger most of all.

He had no words for how consuming it became, only satiating to the selfish desire of getting lost in it. For a split second he was there, floating in an ever so perfect ecstasy, falling deeper and deeper into its embrace. 

Your blood fulfills what he’s tried to do for years with animals. To be his first… he can’t believe you’ve offered yourself to him in such a way.

He’s buzzing as your blood – as you course through him.

Succulent, warm and thick, he forces himself to back off before getting lost in your taste.

“Ah! That- that was amazing.” His words are breathless from the taste of you, almost slurring against the warm slide down his throat. 

You watch as he stands, the sound he makes swallowing a depraved one. He almost looks about ready to lean in for another drink, eyes widening for a moment before focusing on you again. 

“My mind is finally clear. I feel strong. I feel… happy.” 

Happy he was, the blood going straight to his head… and other parts of him. 

One drop hadn’t made it past his lips, swiping it away on his finger. You stare up at him while he stands, weakened from the loss of blood and open wounds on your neck. Afraid the image of him savoring your blood would make your knees falter, you remain sat. 

Even with his pale complexion, he was beaming— glowing in the moonlight. An exceptionally good look on him.

“I look forward to seeing you fight, Astarion.” 

“With you by my side, it shouldn't take long at all.” he says with a wink, curtsying as he continues, “Now if you’ll excuse me, you’re invigorating, but I need something more filling.” 

As he turns toward the outskirts of camp, he pauses and turns back, sincerity filling his wine colored eyes when he speaks again.

“This is a gift you know, I won’t forget it.”

–

Immediately after draining a small animal, he’d noticed the lack of what mortal blood gave him; a rush so intoxicating. How long he’d survived in this world while missing out on such a thing, he would never know. 

Astarion gets overwhelmingly drunk off it all, a sensation he’s never gotten the privilege of exploring. To put it lightly, the man was overly sensitive and even the slightest touch across his chest sent his cock throbbing.

He’s not sure the last time he’s felt this type of arousal, not even sure of the last time he’s welcomed it. But he is aware of how much he wants to run his hands all over your body with his fangs in your neck. It makes him feel dirty, thinking of you in that way when all you’d done was give him a drink from your vein. 

He dotes on the image of you squirming under his touch a bit too long. Perhaps it was the blood talking, but accepting the image of you with your hands on his waist or anywhere else on his body makes a shiver run through him. For the first time it’s not out of frigidness, but one so invigorating he finds his eyes closed in sheer enjoyment. 

Astarion is warm all over, moreso from your blood he’s drank rather than the animals that helped satiate his hunger for the night. Thinking about the red liquid dripping from your neck when he pulled away– gods, the image was enough to make his vision hazy. He wasn’t aware of the raging hard on he’d gained from drinking something as luscious as your essence. It had never happened before when feeding on animals, but clearly this type was different. 

Was all mortal blood this potent? Would Astarion find the same hypnotisable taste in any of his other companions? Or was it you that was already affecting him in more ways than one that drinking your blood magnified? 

Either way, there was no containing it for the moment. What was he to do otherwise, walk into camp with a raging hard on? No, the embarrassment if someone– if you saw– might literally kill him. Better to sort it out in privacy while he still had some. 

Astarion freed his erection, dumbfounded at its warmth in his hand. Granted, he had not indulged in this sort of pleasure since… forever, it seems. The first full stroke down his length, he almost moaned too loudly, fingers gripping at the ruffles of his shirt, bottom lip caught between his pearlescent teeth. 

He was a sight, if you could’ve seen him then. Beads of sweat on his forehead, fangs glowing in the moonlight, cheeks pinked up just the slightest with how much he’s yearned for this sensation again. The elf’s high peaks quite fast, breath quickening as he attempted to stay quiet. 

Though he tries to picture anything else, the only image floating around behind his eyes is one of you. Your natural scent of sweetness, that pulsing jugular of yours, the kind hand you outreach towards all who need it. An inch further, just imagining your lips on his, is what brings him over the edge. 

 He’s not sure whether to feel relief or guilt when he spills over in his hand with a shudder. Once he steadies himself and cleans up, he’s quick to walk off as if nothing had occurred. How his mind and body ached upon his walk back into camp, observing you all tucked away in your separate corners of camp for the night. 

Astarion would just have to push down his guilt and hope to the gods it wouldn’t bother him in the days to come. 

–

Most nights afterwards were spent getting a control on the high your blood put him on. His first time though– had his body tingling in every possible way. Mortals truly underestimate the power that crimson liquid has over his kind. Astarion did not choose to spend two centuries draining animals. When the opportunity presented itself to him, truth be told he was a little nervous as to how he’d react. 

Your blood ran through his veins like lightning. Warming. Shockingly filling for once in his life. It’s up in his gums, behind his eyes, in the very essence of his being.

That night he realized how lucky he is for fate to have brought you to him. For you to trust him not to kill you upon his first taste of it. He’s elated, relieved, and knows for the first time, that he truly has someone who trusts him for the person he is. Not the vampire he happens to be.

He’s quite doting when he checks on you the next morning— a gesture that warms not only your heart, but your cheeks as well. You’ve never heard of his kind to be so concerned towards where their source of blood came from. A regular vampire would have taken what they wanted without care. 

But then again, he wasn’t so regular, was he?

“Good morning. How do you feel?”

Astarion’s eyes seemed to dart across your entire figure, looking for any sign of your current state. 

“I’m fine, I just feel a little woozy.”

“It’ll pass. I’m so glad last night didn’t end badly. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it, though. Your blood was… so filling.”

“End badly? Wait… have you never fed on a human before?"

“Well, yes… We needn’t get into the gritty details as to why right now. I’ve had this condition for two centuries, but truth be told? You were my first.”

The vampire almost presented bashful when admitting this to you, as if it were a secret he’d never spoken aloud. 

“Wow, I’m not sure whether to be surprised or impressed to still be standing.” 

"I fed on animals for the better part of two centuries. Rats, cats, boars, kobolds... anything and everything except mortals. Since drinking from you, I feel at my best for the first time in my life. Apologies again, I should have told you about what I am.”

“If you needed blood, all you had to do was ask.” 

“I- Really?” 

You nodded. 

“I’ll let you have my blood. But only if I come to you first. Alright?”

“Of course, you needn’t say any more. Thank you.”

“Like you said, blood makes you strong. We’re going to need that on the road ahead, wherever it takes us. Have you got my back?”

“Always, my dear. Lead on.” 

–

It took an enormous amount of strength for him to resist his bloodlust turning to a feeding frenzy, even when he was consuming animals. But the ecstasy that came with mortal blood, especially for the first time, was more overtaking than he thought.

Apparently it had awoken another feral part of him. He’d savor your taste, reminisce about it whilst alone at night. Not only did it go to his head, but it focused him like nothing else. So much so that he can’t think of anything except you. Any attempt to keep his eyes off your jugular resulted in something much too overwhelming entering his system. Thus, when he wasn’t out on the road with you, his nose was stuffed in a book to keep his mind focused on the task at hand. 

Many more nights passed with you suffering a woozy morning as if you’d drank one too many glasses of wine. Luckily, a certain druid had joined your party with just the spell to cure you of the disadvantages your bloodlessness came with. 

Astarion noted the way you immediately trailed over to Halsin’s tent in camp the mornings after he fed, almost letting jealousy creep over his shoulder. Once he found you were only doing so to keep a level head on the road, that pinch of guilt became harder to push away. Not just its surge as if he was taking advantage of you, but the notion of something more stirring inside him when he tasted your blood. 

Was it only that you deserved more than what he was asking of you? Or perhaps the appreciation that at least one person in his life cared about how he was doing after so long of being disregarded in that manner? 

When a particularly rough battle left you all drenched in blood and limping back to camp, Astarion was hesitant to reply enthusiastically about feeding on you that night. He’d done so for the better part of all the past nights since his first time. 

You only stared at him, reluctantly confused that he said no. 

“I don’t want you to think I’m using you just for your blood. You’ve been kind to give me anything thus far. I’m grateful for it but… you don’t deserve me taking something so personal as that without anything in return.” 

“So, you don’t want to feed from me anymore?” 

If it weren’t for him being so godsdamned caring and sweet towards you right now, he would’ve picked up the hint of disappointment in your voice. 

“No– gods, no. I wouldn’t be here today without your generosity,” Astarion places his hand on your shoulder, “I’ve just… grown fond of you, and it would be wrong for me to continue taking advantage of how kind you are for my personal benefit. I want you to know I mean that and, well, you deserve something more for what you do for me.” 

His hand leaves your shoulder, the warmth of your body already infecting his ability to think straight while his gaze averts to your neck. 

“Astarion… I wouldn’t be giving you my blood if you didn’t need it. It makes me glad to have you by my side through all of this. If I have to bug Halsin every morning to cure me with a spell, then that’s a sacrifice I’ll make for you. Besides…” You trail off, noticing his eyes have left your face and are now locked on your neck. “Astarion!” 

“Wh-What? I’m sorry… It's been such a long day. What were you saying?” His hand scratches the back of his head nervously. 

“I was saying that what I do for you isn’t because I pity you or some other reason you may have thought up. You’re not forcing me to do anything I don’t want. But, if you’re sure about this, I won’t stop you from hunting for animals tonight. If that’s what you really want.” 

“Well, I don’t want to drink from animals. Their fur gets stuck in my teeth and it tastes awful. Your blood is much more filling,” he states, ignoring the way his chest heats up, “But today has beaten all of us down a peg and I think your neck could use the break. Wouldn’t want a bruise to tarnish your skin. Gods forbid. I’d never forgive myself. What I’m saying is I don’t have to feed from you every night, even though you generously offer it to me.” 

“If you insist… you know where to find me if you change your mind.” You replied, sighing lightly. 

“Indeed I do, darling. See you in the morning.” He bids you farewell with a wave and stalks off into the forest, the usual swagger in his walk making it even harder for your eyes to turn away. The way his tongue curls around the words he speaks throws your mind into a frenzy, wondering what it would be like with his tongue curled around something of yours. 

Astarion had been lucky enough to drink from you the past couple weeks on the road, dissatisfied at how much more hungry he felt after two small creatures. 

Gods, how much more is it going to take to be full again?”

About three animals for him to have the same fullness when drinking from you, but nothing compared to the warmth of your body. That was something he knew could never be replicated, you radiating a forge’s level of heat below him. Though perhaps it was only because he’d been deprived of such for so long. 

Resting against the log of a tree, he took a moment to catch his breath before the blood he'd ingested traveled south. Even when he wasn’t drinking from your neck, his mind went to you nonstop. Innocent thoughts like ones by your side during battle turned to reminiscing about how your body reacted to him when his mouth was against your neck. 

He wasn’t aware of it at first, too caught up in the less than satisfying taste spreading across his tongue. As the nights continued with him feeding from you, Astarion became more aware of your heartbeat pounding significantly faster whenever he neared you in proximity, how your breath shuddered upon his fangs in your neck. Of course you were nervous, what else was he to expect? To welcome some red eyed, pale skinned creature jamming its fangs into your jugular nearly every night without dismay?

Astarion tried his best not to ponder how your blood tasted, rich and succulent when flowing across his tongue, on his lips, down his throat. Unfortunately for him, the more he tried to push those thoughts away, the more you’d wriggle your way into his brain. He had missed his nightly taste of it, how much more full he became after a few sips rather than having to kill a few helpless small animals to even get close to how you made him feel. 

Your scent, your blood, you. 

Once again growing hard under his trousers to the point of frustration, pulling himself out in the cool air. It’s so unsatisfying to feel warmth under his skin that wasn’t from you. Not in the one simple way that got him high faster than light. Especially not when your blood shot through him, lingering at best and he couldn’t take how less buzzed he felt without it. 

Was he an addict for your blood, or just obsessed with you?

It all combined in his frenzy of getting himself off, hoping and praying he wouldn’t moan too loudly when he came. 

Vision hazy and body growing warmer, he stroked himself at a slow pace, relishing in every moment of the electrifying thrill. Every pass down his length makes him grow harder and much more inclined to indulge in thoughts he’d been pushing away. Swallowing the thought of you on your knees for him, his cock in your mouth. He wonders just how warm you are, whether it’s your tongue along the veins of his shaft or your heat sucking him in. 

Gods– he shudders at the vision apparating in his mind. 

Astarion’s hips stutter relentlessly as he comes in his hand, cleaning the warm liquid off with a rag before heading back into camp for the night. His gaze caught your figure before he shut his eyes, relishing in the luck of your presence. 

He woke the next morning drenched in guilt at remembering what he’d done the night before. Taking your blood, selfish as it was, for his own benefit. Then to run off to the woods of all places and deal with the complicated feelings arising because of it?

How fucked was that, he thought. 

How dare he get aroused at the thought of you squirming under his touch with his lips pressed against your neck. Fangs under your skin, sucking out the very liquid that kept you alive. 

That thick, rich, liquid. Running along your veins and pumping through your heart, keeping you standing before him. Quite literally your life’s essence, and he was the only individual out of all the others in your life to have a taste for it. 

It was foreign to him, this pull towards you traveling over his entire body. A thing he wouldn’t have given a second thought to before this whole mess. Now with the control over his own actions, things were much different. He felt if he was ever going to do something right for once, it would be with you. 

Time passed whilst keeping up your little routine; he would only feed from you when you told him so, attempting to rein in his obsession with how you tasted. He was sure the fangs in your neck was a less than desirable experience, which had him shuffling off awkwardly afterwards most times. Truth be told, he didn’t want you to see how floaty and giggly your blood made him, better to keep up his stoic vampire appearance than let you see how drunk he got off your blood, to keep that mask of his up than let himself catch feelings. 

That same mask was becoming heavier with each moment he lingered too long on you inside his head. The only question was, would its slipping result in something catastrophic? Or life changing? 

–

On the road ahead with that certain vampire at your side proved plentiful, finding yourself walking near him more often than not. Astarion became the first person you turned to when in need of a second opinion, reassurance, or for when you just wanted to be in his presence until your eyes couldn’t stay open any longer. You find comfort in his voice softening when you’re troubled, talking his pointed ears off about your past and if you’re truly capable of leading this group. 

“Your self doubts… They’re nothing to what you’ve gotten us through so far. You can do it, even if you think you can’t. And I’ll be here to make sure you get through.” 

He’d pushed your hair out of your eyes and made sure you were thoroughly hydrated after crying so much into his shoulder about it all. You thanked him with the promise to wash your tears out of his shirt the next morning, overly fatigued from all your sobbing. He shushed you while stroking your hair, only telling you to let yourself rest for the night. 

Upon waking the following morning, your head ached from the lack of hydration, finding yourself curled up into his chest, softly breathing as he slept. To avoid any awkward conversations, you managed to slip away before he woke. 

From the darker moments to the happier ones, Astarion was there for all of them. Finding the best bottles of wine for the celebrations you rarely had at camp, saving the best bottle for him as a gift. For his endless support of your endeavors, having your back in all the fights, and stealing you things without anyone noticing. 

All the softer times in passing, glancing towards him when he wasn’t looking, were when your eyes lingered. Beyond just his physical attributes, which were distracting enough, you felt a warmth in your chest getting up every day, knowing he’d be by your side. How you ached to see him smile or laugh as often as he was using those daggers he’s quite skilled with. His true beauty, the moments of happiness he found with you. Something about him looking as if he’d taken the place of the sun with the way he beamed. 

–

Choosing you to feed from rather than any of your other companions was special. It meant a great deal to you that it was your blood he was drinking- not Wyll’s or Gale’s- yours. 

His protective nature became much too obvious, as he’d place himself in front of you whenever someone stepped too close or became hostile towards you. Growling a threat towards said person always had your mind going someplace different, along with being thankful he stepped in to de-escalate the situation. 

Meanwhile everything Astarion does for you is out of his own growing affections. Ones he’s kept pushing further into himself. He wants to worship the ground you walk on for everything you’ve done for him. Not only do you make all the hard decisions and bond with others around you as easy as breathing, but to do so with your head held high, taking all the hits whether physical or mental. He adores you with all his being. 

From feeding him to supporting his endeavors with a smile, it’s the mental gymnastics he’s doing to keep himself sane that have been a pain in his ass. Getting off in the woods every night without fail has made the resentment of guilt a lump in the back of his throat. The filth that washes over him as he’s realized the desire to have you doesn’t just extend to your blood. Astarion wants to take in every inch of your body, its warmth with his fangs in your neck, how intimately his lips press to your skin while he sucks. To extend your blood’s warmth to him, understanding how your body responds when he puts his hands in the right place. On your waist, between your legs, down your torso, around the lengths of your hair. Holding you softly while he drinks, the little death being shared between you two. His dreams are filled with his imagining of how you’d sound squirming and whimpering below him, waking up from how vivid they become at times. 

Soon as he’s come with you on his mind again, it’s back to keeping his feelings undercover. 

That is until one night, observing Gale let you taste the camp stew he was in the process of whipping up one night. An aching ball forming in his stomach at the sight of you indulging the wizard. Your batting eyelashes when you looked up at him as your lips dragged over the spoon. Sickness filled him, unlike anything he’d felt before. It made the bile in his stomach begin to churn, slowly shoving its way up his throat with distaste. 

Your actions were innocent on the surface, but he knew Gale had been in relations with a goddess. 

Seriously, the wizard? Who couldn’t shut up for more than five minutes even if his life depended on it? He probably doesn’t know how to be with a mortal after so long. Too caught up on that astral plane nonsense. At least I don’t need to project and want to be a god to get off.

He couldn’t be the object of your affections, surely… 

Whatever his intentions were with you, innocent or not, they would have to stop before he got too confident. Before you slipped right through his dexterous fingers to that fool. Of all the things he’s failed to stop from happening, he had to make sure this didn’t happen the most. All Astarion knew was that he was desperate to be close to you more than ever. 

His voice grinds the vampire’s gears from across camp, like nails on a chalkboard. Why was his laugh so boisterous? Ever heard of subtlety, Gale? 

He doesn’t deserve your kindness, doesn't deserve your opinion on his fucking stew. 

But himself? The gentle vampire who has only ever been by your side, stepped in front of you when people got a bit too threatening? Much better than a human who couldn’t even go five minutes without talking about properties of the weave or something along those lines. Astarion always tuned those tangents out for his own sanity. He’d much rather laser focus on something like your sweet voice. 

Perhaps it was irrational to think he was the only one deserving of your time, but there was nothing else consuming his mind. To even think about someone as talkative as that wizard was trying to insert himself into your close circle when he’s been there from the beginning? He had to stifle the laugh in the back of his throat. 

Just give me a reason, wizard. 

Astarion huffed to himself and walked away from the sight before he did something unsavory he wouldn’t forgive himself for. 

Camp had settled down for the evening, everyone quietly going about their nightly activities. Peeking his head out of the red clothed tent, Astarion glanced over to see that Gale had retreated into his and wasn’t coming out until the next morning. 

Perfect timing for him to visit you for his nightly feed, but the nudging concern of the plethora of words he wanted to get out to you tonight wasn’t fit for the confines of your tent. 

The heat that flushed through his chest upon nearing your tent made him take a deep breath, to which he regretted the moment it was too loud for his liking. 

“Astarion? Is that you?” 

Your sweet, muffled voice sounded out from inside, and before he could even reach out to open the flap, you’d stepped out into the night to greet him. 

“Well, good evening to you too.” he answered, “Eager for my arrival? Or were you expecting someone else?” 

He grinned cheekily, making you smile in return. Who else would you be expecting this routinely?

“We’ve been traveling together for how long now? I always know to expect you over anyone else. If it wasn’t you, I’d be worried.” You move to the side to grant him entry to your tent, but he stands still. 

“Actually, would you mind taking a walk with me? I’ve got to get out of this camp for a while.” 

You agree, letting Astarion lead you down a path to quite a lovely view, one he’s frequented as a moment of peace before heading back to camp from his hunts. 

He stops short and from how closely you were walking behind him you bumped into his back, breathing in his scent of bergamot and brandy for a moment before backing away. That’ when he turns towards you, a soft chuckle leaving him. 

“I… have something to tell you, and I wanted to not be in camp when I said it.” 

“Is something wrong?” 

“Wrong? No, I–” he sighs, “There’s just something I need to get off my chest.” 

You looked up at him with those kind eyes, already feeling the heat in his stomach, churning his insides into goop. He took your silence as his cue. 

“Your blood, which you’ve been kind enough to grant me, helps me focus, yes. But you have an entirely more powerful effect on me. You’re selfless, kind and generous to those around you. Even to me, when I might not have deserved it.”

“Oh, Astarion…” 

He puts his hand up to stop you, so much more he has to say.

“You’re, well, everything to me.” 

The vampire’s voice breathily skirts over the word, as if it’s the first time he’s admitted it to himself. 

“You… you’re a vision. Everyone’s favorite, clearly. The one they all run to when there’s problems they can’t solve on their own. I… adore you for it. For being resilient even when the world may not have been so kind to you in return. You deserve every good thing that’s happened so far.” 

“No, I… I’m just doing what anyone else would have.” 

“Do you really think that? That me or— gods forbid, Lae’zel would’ve made the same choices?” 

“I… don’t know.” 

“For a fact, we wouldn’t. I don’t say things like this if they aren’t true, darling. I’m not a man of many words… unlike someone we both know. But that’s not the point. What is, is this. I’m fond of you in more ways than one, and I’m tired of keeping it bottled up. It’s become suffocating ever since this routine became regular for us. I’ve not been sure how to go about telling you all of it, but if I didn’t sooner or later, someone else would take the places I desire to be in. All I know is that whenever you’re not around, I worry, and I think about you constantly.” 

He looks relieved upon letting his words settle in the air, wringing his hands together nervously. You’re silent before you take a step closer to him, brushing a curl behind his ear and cupping his cheek. 

The stoic, unbothered vampire persona he’d been putting on had slowly worn away upon spending more time with you. It warmed his heart to see you not turn a blind eye to those in need of help, after he’d done so many a time. From reluctantly going along with whatever you said, to taking pride in being part of the ones who brought joy to less fortunate people, he found himself for the first time in two centuries, glad he had found such a soul. 

“You’re so…” you sigh, “I’ve been thinking about you too. So much.. I wish you had said something sooner. Then I wouldn’t have spent so many nights wondering if you felt the same. Worrying that I served no other purpose to you. But now…” you trail off, his rubies catching the light, as if they were filled with stars. The rest of your words escaped you, except, “Oh, just kiss me, you damn fool.” 

Astarion’s eyelashes fluttered, softening at your words, immediately feeling welcome to step closer. One of his cold hands cups your cheek as you’ve done to his, bringing you in close to touch your lips with his. One kiss sets him on fire, then another, and he’s pressing further against your mouth. It was almost as if he’d been waiting twice as long to do this with you, as you’ve been eager to do it with him. Your arms wrap around his waist, pulling him into your chest; his natural coolness fills the air between you. 

His hands, anxious as they are, softly place themselves onto your waist for the first time. Your lips are warm against his, your everything is warm against him. Intimately and gentle over all.

You pull back from him breathlessly, gods are his lips ever so addicting. Some of his saliva is left on your bottom lip as you do, but it’s not unwelcome. Nothing about him is. 

Your foreheads rest against each other, both of you grinning in the moonlight. There’s a light pink tinge to the tips of his ears, Astarion feels weightless in the grasp of your arms. 

“Somehow you’ve managed your way into my heart. I wouldn’t want anyone else intertwined so deep. I’m so lucky to have you in my life, Astarion. You mean the world to me.” Your words coat his skin like honey, sticking to him as they echo in his mind. 

“You’re such a gift. One of the things in this world I treasure more than anything. Above than any gold or trinket I could ever steal.” His thumb caresses the apple of your cheek, your skin tingling under his touch. Astarion could feel the heat in your cheeks from his simple but sweet contact. 

“Gods, you’ve always been good with words. Not like anyone I’ve ever met before.” 

“None of your past lovers have had such great hair either, I know…” He turns to the side, showing off his profile and the silvery curls adorning his head. 

You giggle. Of course he would take a sincere moment to talk about how pretty he was. “Well yes, that, and none have been at my side as diligently as you without second thought.” 

“You don’t have to. You make it so easy to show up for you and be by your side… that I don’t even have to try.” 

“My sweet star,” you cupped his face now with your palm, “No one as loyal has ever been in my life before. I’m so grateful to have you.” 

Astarion’s pearlescent fangs glistened in the moonlight as he grinned, pulling you in for another kiss. You could feel the vibration of his groan on your mouth as he leaned in further, a firm grip on your waist now. He was almost in disbelief of the luck he’d come about, yet here he is, combining his lips with yours and getting to relish in the warmth of your mouth for the first time without that lump in the back of his throat. 

You pull back, breathlessly, a string of saliva connecting the two of you before you speak again.

“Wait, do you…” you swallow his taste down, “still want to feed from me tonight?” 

“How could I say no…” he replies, “Your blood is so very tasteful. Decadent.. Almost as good as my favorite wine.” 

“You don’t need to flatter me, you already own my heart.” You roll your eyes dramatically, but your cheeks reddening just proves how much it actually meant to you. 

“Even better in that case, now I can watch you blush without worrying if you feel the same.” 

Leading him with your hand in his, the two of you made your way back to camp, taking your sweet time giggling and kissing him while you walked. As you laid down in your tent, Astarion’s hands trailed up your torso, sensitive ears tuned in to your heart rate picking up its pace. The canvas of your neck was too pretty not to kiss, which he took liberty in doing now shamelessly. Each press of his lips against the flow of your blood under your skin only made his hunger grow, but he hadn’t wanted to bite you yet. No, he’d take his time, painting his way across softly. 

Upon his third kiss, you began to giggle again, such perfect music to his ears. Not knowing what came over him, his lips attached to your neck again, desperately. Kissing and sucking and nipping ever so lightly with his teeth, that you whined. 

“Astarion… you whispered, “You need to feed.” 

“I know, my love. But, everyone needs to know you’re mine.” He purred, the tone in his voice making it clear he was not above marking you up. 

You giggled again, “Okay, well when you’re done, it’s my turn.” 

“Don’t tempt me with a good time…” he flirted, eyes lidded as he looked down upon you. 

So you let him continue, marking your neck up with several bruises, before pulling back and gazing at his masterpiece. 

“Gods, I tried to be gentle… but I might have gotten carried away a bit. You know how I get around you.” 

“Oh, shut it and come here.” As if the two of you couldn’t get closer in proximity, Astarion leaned down to give you access to his neck. You decided on leaving the area with his scars alone, but wrapped your hands around his nape for even more contact. When his body reacted to your soft kisses, his thumbs pressed circles into your waist, breathing became heavier. His forehead dropped onto your shoulder as you continued, sucking and laving on his skin with your tongue, almost rasping with how his hunger surged. He could smell your hot blood just beneath the surface, singing in your veins. His mouth opened, scraping the tops of his fangs against your skin with a light scratch. 

“Do it…” you whispered, hearing the growl in his breathing. Without another word, Astarion sunk his fangs into the spot they frequented. What surged over his tongue was decadent, sweet, so thick and familiar that it danced across his tongue with every swallow. 

“That’s a good vampire…” One of your hands reached up to stroke the back of his hair, its soft curls sliding through your fingers with ease. A very prominent whine vibrated through the skin of your neck. 

Meanwhile the hands on your waist never stopped their soft rubbing up and down as he fed. Within his palms stirred a warmth, something he had been itching to do upon his first feed, it became so overwhelming. That sea of ecstasy he wanted to set adrift in seemed so much nearer now. With you, it would never cease. 

He released your neck with a gasp, blood dripping down his lips. Before he could clean himself up, your other hand reached up to swipe it away and let him lick it off your thumb. As he did so, you could’ve sworn his eyes glowed for a second. 

“Thank you, my love. For always feeding me so diligently.” Astarion drops a kiss on your cheek, moving himself to lay next to you.

“How else are you supposed to be big and strong for our battles, hm?” 

“Certainly not without your beloved blood, that’s what I know. Now, let’s get some rest. Today’s been long enough, no use in making it longer. Although I could stare at you forever…” 

“Oh, shush. Goodnight, Astarion.” 

“Goodnight, love.” 

He pulled you in close to his chest, so you’d fall asleep in his arms, listening to every heartbeat. 

Morning came with warm coffee and fresh bread that Gale had picked up before anyone woke. He offered you some along with a nice jam spread he’d made. Before he started along another spiel of talking his head off just to be near you, you moved your hair to the side, exposing your neck littered with red splotches from the night before. The wizard, rendered speechless, was even more surprised when Astarion made his way over and slinked his arm around your waist with a kiss to your temple. He then rushed off, almost dropping his own cup and getting to whatever business he’d be up to in camp. 

Across the many days that passed, from the goblin camp, eventually to Baldur’s Gate, your relationship with Astarion became so much more. He was devoted and kind, everything you expected him to be, not just spitting flirtations at you without care. The man knew which names you preferred to be called, ones he knew would have you bending to his every whim. 

You didn’t have enough gold to purchase a new knife for him? There he was, whispering into your ear, Darling, the store manager is slowly going over all the different potions with another customer. She won’t even notice its disappearance. 

So when you slipped the knife into your pack, he knew he’d gotten what he wanted. Perhaps not the best use of your time, but he took a little joy in corrupting your usual honest self. As a treat to lighten your conscience though, he’d had a necklace engraved from the same shop with his initials. It looked so delicate around your neck, the shine of its metal mirroring the glimmer in your eye. 

The soft mattresses of Elfsong Tavern were a blessing; not only did Astarion persuade the barkeep to give you the rooms for free, but the top floor was also all private. Everyone finally got their own space, save for the ones who decided to pair up together. 

He would feed from you almost nightly again, save for a few days here and there. Taking his time to kiss your neck, helping clean you up afterwards after he was done. Always using his lithe fingers to rub a healing salve into where he’d bitten. Though it became a guilty pleasure for him to see your eyes closed when he did so, ending up indulging in each other’s lips more often than not. Along the way, your desire for him simmered under your skin, desperate hands traveling across the expanses of his back, across the ridges of his scars ever so gently. 

One night you quite literally began grinding up against him, his thigh pressed under yours for a little tease. It was even before he started to feed, that you couldn’t resist him any longer. Your kissing quickly became more feverish, dotting your lips across his face and his neck with wild abandon. It was when you flipped Astarion over to straddle his lap that he caught the ravenous look in your eye. 

“What’s gotten into you?” He inquired, hands finding their place on your waist. 

“Astarion, has it occurred to you that we haven’t had sex?” You asked in reply, hastily moving your hair out of your face. 

“Well, of course it has. I just never wanted you to feel obligated to, if that wasn’t something you were ready for.” 

“I wasn’t… not at first. But I trust you much more now than I ever did, and… I don’t think I can hold back anymore. I want to do this with you.”

“You do?” 

“I dream every night about how it would be to feel you in that way. To cry your name in pleasure as I…” You trailed off, already recognizing the growing arousal for him stirring. 

“Oh… I see my love. This is something you’ve thought about for a while, isn’t it?” 

Astarion’s voice borders on genuine concern and his purr-like tone, almost as if he’d been thinking about it as well.

“I’ve thought about it and thought about it to the point where I can’t take the fantasies anymore. I have to have you…” Your voice dripped with desperation, as he noted your scent pricked with desire. 

His eyes go lidded, wrecking the image of that sweet vampire persona you’ve come to know and love in a second’s time. 

“I’d love nothing more. But if you get uncomfortable, we can stop whenever you’d like. Promise.” 

“I promise. I love you, Astarion.” 

“And I love you, too. My precious darling.” 

Your lips attached to his again, ever fervent than before. You so proudly moaned into his mouth, tasting his tongue swirling around yours. His breathing became heavier, growling into your mouth as his hands slid down to the soft padding of your ass and gripped firmly. The wet sounds of your lips moving together so perfectly sparked the filthiest of desires in his brain. 

Pulling apart from him with a gasp, you swallowed before thinking again. 

“Wait, there’s one more thing I have to tell you.” 

“What is it, pet?” 

“That night when you fed on me, it… did something to me. Something I didn’t understand at first, but now I do. It turned me on… and I liked it.” Astarion noted the scent of your lust as you spoke, and the way your heartbeat jumped. 

“Oh, you filthy devil. And I thought you were nervous about me feeding from you… When really it was turning you on… making you crave me, hm?” 

“I... yes.” 

Astarion bit his lip, dragging his eyes down your torso slowly before meeting your eye again. 

“And…?” 

“And… I would love nothing more than to honor you with my blood once more while we make love.” 

Astarion’s fangs make an appearance when he smiles oh so wide, eyes glowing with how much he is relishing in this moment. 

“You’re serious?” 

“Astarion, take whatever you want from me. take my love, my blood, my body. I trust you. Wholly.”

"You have no idea how much those words mean to me, thank you.” 

He pressed his lips to yours passionately, before pulling away to speak again. 

“May I confess something, this time, love?” 

“Of course.” 

“I felt the same when I fed from you.”

“You…” 

“Well darling, I can’t lie, I watch your blood slide along your veins whenever I’m close to you. It’s just part of my vampiric nature, but I can’t help it. Not when you’re this addicting,” 

“Tell me more…” your hands cupped his cheeks, playing with the stray curls that threatened to fall in front of his face. 

“From the first bite… it was such an aphrodisiac, and I couldn’t resist what power it had over me. It felt so wrong at the time, when we weren’t together. To think of you like that, I mean. The blood… took on a life of its own inside me. But now that we’re together… it seems right to tell you.” 

“That’s… gods. I don’t blame you at all. I would’ve done the same if I were in your place.” Immediately after your admittance, your cheeks pinked up right quick. 

“Oh, really?” 

“You’ve got me there, it seems.”

His hips grinded up onto you from below, noting each time his breath hitched between kisses. A hand scraped through his hair, sensation heightening what arousal was already beginning to simmer throughout his body. 

“You know… not once did I think you were too rough with your bites. You never even left a bruise… When you were close enough to breathe in my scent, you always made sure it never hurt. And I guess that… along with so many other things… is what made me fall for you. I enjoyed being close to you, I always will.” 

“I had to. I couldn’t take something so precious from you without care. I would’ve hated myself if that happened.” 

“I admire the strength you had… even for your first time drinking from a human. What an honor.” 

“The fact that you continue to bless me with your blood is just another testament to our bond. Thank you for trusting me.” One of his hands slinked its way down and interlocked with yours, thumb rubbing the top of your hand delicately. 

“I always will,” you replied, bringing his hand up to your lips and pressing a soft kiss to it. 

“May I ask for just a little taste before we… dive head first into each other? A petite one, at that.” 

You smiled. As if he’d ever have to go hungry again with you. 

“Anything you want, my star.” 

“Perfect…”

His eyes closed in bliss at the sneaky idea he’d just thought up. “Turn around for me, I want to try something.” 

You sat with your legs sprawled out, with Astarion out of your view. 

 “Close your eyes, darling.” 

You did as you were told, awaiting his first move. Astarion’s contact began with one of his hands running up your back triggering a flurry of goosebumps to rise across your skin. You exhaled shakily, intrigued by what he had in mind, but also the aching need for him continued to grow. 

That same hand moved to the right side of your neck, resting his fingers over your pulse point to take in how fast it was pumping that rich blood through your system. 

But he wouldn’t bite you just yet. 

His second hand wrapped around your waist, doing the same motion of small circles after slipping his hand under your shirt. You felt his breath turn to a low snarl against your neck, running his left hand across your stomach to your midriff and down the cloth of your pants. 

That hand rubbed over your crotch as he finally sunk his fangs in, leaning into his chest. Sharp coldness of said bite turned to pleasurable and warm quicker than you could expect. 

Your whole body warmed under his touch, the same heat filling you as it did on the night of his first bite. Except there was no shame or reason to hide it this time. So you welcomed it, along with the filthy desires that followed. 

Your bottom lip caught between your teeth, moaning low in his ear as he drank, with your head tilted to the side. His cold hand on the cloth of your mound only made matters worse, lifting your hips up for more friction. Gripped firmly under his hands, you could tell Astarion was smiling by the way his lips moved over where he had bitten. 

He lets up quickly after a few gulps, satisfied with his little drink. 

When your head falls back onto his shoulder, glancing upwards to the red lipped vampire, he catches the glimmer of your hazed eyes. 

“Oh, there’s the spark.” 

“Astarion…” you whined, unwilling to keep your desire for him under wraps. There was no point in doing so, he had you right where he wanted you. 

“Ah, you don’t have to say another word. I already know, darling.” 

His lips, stained with the crimson of your blood, press against yours again, moving his left hand to the waistband of your pants. 

The other that’s cradling your neck travels downwards, fingertips sliding over your shirt to grasp at your breast, nipple hardening under his light touch. All he has to do is rub over it once, before it made an appearance through the cloth. 

You aren’t wearing anything else under your shirt. Cheeky, he thought. 

“Your whole body’s been waiting for me to take you since that first day, hm?” A soft, massaging grip from his hand continued on the plush of your breast. 

“Mmnh… yes,” you whisper, “Please…” 

“Shh, sh sh sh. It’s alright. I’ve got you right where I want you.” 

You look to him, buzzing with eagerness in your eyes and plead again silently for him to touch you. The eager hand at your navel slips into your underwear, inching towards where you truly need him. To find you completely soaked wasn’t much of a surprise. 

Two of his fingers part your drenched folds apart, licking his lips at the knowledge of how much slick is gushing from you. With his fingertips, he ghosts over your aching clit once before traveling downwards again and pressing into your wet entrance ever so slowly. Not only do they slip inside almost immediately, but the sound that leaves you is incomprehensible compared to the ones you were making before. 

His digits are welcomed with no resistance, as if he couldn’t tell how alight your body became under his touch. Even through your clothes, the squish as they drag against your walls is enough to make him groan appreciatively. You gasp, the intrusion of such a different temperature compared to your own, noting the undeniable pleasure when he finally manages to find that sweet spot inside you.

Letting them rest against it for a moment before curling to his leisure stretches you out so nicely for him. Any upper body strength holding you up faded faster than light, falling against his broad chest with ease. 

You moan his name without a single thought, the apples of his cheeks pinking up from your glorious sounds that no one else was lucky enough to experience. It was music to his ears. How desperately he let the electricity form, tingling its way around on his skin. Slowly letting his own enjoyment build out of dragging his fingers in and out of you, he attuned to the hammering of your heart against his chest. 

Astarion took pride in every whine you let out upon the motion of his fingers, letting his thumb rub circles into your clit while he did so. 

“Gods, I want to undress you with my teeth… take my time with you… forever if I could.” he purred in your ear, earning him another breathy moan from you. 

“I can hardly resist you. Don’t make me–” 

“Beg? Oh, but that would be such a nice look on you…” 

“Astarion…” 

“Relax, darling.” 

You melt under his touch at the command, eliciting a proud smile from him from the knowledge that you’re wrapped around his finger. It’s not surprising how you already feel your arousal peaking from his simple touches, his heavy breath in your ear only urging you on further. Already eager to feel you clench around his fingers as you come undone. 

“You’re so close already, pet. Want to come on my fingers so bad, hm?” 

“Yes,” you whisper, “Please…” 

“Then come for me.” 

The next circle over your clit sends you soaring over the edge, breathing heavily and whining with a blinding release. Astarion’s lips peck and lick softly over your neck as you do so, relishing in the scent of pure ecstasy you emit. He’s already itching to be inside your walls, but desires to savor your taste on his tongue beforehand, as if he could be sustained from only that. 

He knows the way you write underneath his hands is only because of him, which only makes him grow harder tenfold. As his fingers pull out of your underwear, the sheen of your slick is such a sight to his eyes. Astarion is quick to bring your fingers to his mouth, letting your aroma fill his nose before indulging himself with you on his tongue. His eyes close upon your taste, almost as good as your blood, but nonetheless, one that takes hold of his mind so strongly, he can’t think of much else. 

“Your taste is like nothing else…” 

He crawls around you to your front, pushing you back onto the pillow behind him. 

“I must have more of you…” 

“Take whatever you want from me.” 

Astarion’s nifty hands pull both your pants and underwear down in one motion, not before noting how soaked your garments were and discarding them behind him. Between your legs was such a mess, one he undoubtedly caused; seeing you like this though, in the shallow wake of your high coursing through you, was where he found himself entranced. 

As if that wasn’t enough of an image to sear into his brain, you discarded your shirt off to the side, tired of the confining layers that kept him from seeing all of you. 

“I knew you were a vision, but this… not even the gods could find enough time to worship at your altar. You’re perfect.” His last compliment is admitted almost breathlessly, as if he’d walked in on a painter sculpting their muse. 

“Stop with the flattery and get up here.” 

Astarion compiled, meeting your lips with his while his hand grazed down your chest, fingertips like drops of cool water in between the sensitive skin of your cleavage. The stark difference in his body temperature made a chill run up your spine, turning on the most sensitive parts of you so easily.

Your lips intertwined moan after moan with his, while the touch of his hand traveled to your nipple. Another trails feather light across the expanse of your thigh. One flick of his thumb against it, and you were rutting up towards his body again. 

“Do you like that?” he murmured, too entranced with how you look below him. 

“Mhm… do it again.” 

He needs no further encouragement, diligently placing each way you like to be touched into a perfect little spot in his mind. Your mind is empty of anything else other than his hands on your body, exploring every inch. The echo of your voice in his ears does more than enough to spur him on. His subtle flick over your hardened bud is like a switch, setting your whole body off. 

You grip at the hair atop his head, pushing him down towards the apex of your legs. What you don’t expect is his lips to travel with the movement, pressing a path from your jawline down your neck, not before stopping to kiss and lick once or twice over each hardened peak and soft skin surrounding them. It then follows down your stomach to your navel before his tongue comes into play, laving over them the slightest bit through each kiss. 

When he comes face to face with your core, Astarion can’t control the way he begins to salivate at the sight. He’s breathing so heavily still, your scent of lust and sweat wafting around his head. He leans down, expecting to feel his tongue on you, but instead he kisses your pubic mound with appreciation, hooking his arm over your thigh. 

“Astarion…” 

He knows what you want, what you need from him, and he’s quick to indulge. He leans further down to your sensitive parts, and can’t help but run two fingers through you again to see how you shine. That ecstasy he took from licking you off his fingers would be nothing compared to diving in head first to your joyous arousal. When his eyelashes flutter and go hooded, it’s no surprise that he finally leans in, tongue first starting from your dripping entrance and all the way up to right over your sensitive button. His tongue laps at your opening, swirling and darting around to collect and devour every drop of your sweetness. 

The tip of his nose prods at your clit just enough to make you clench, each of the rogue’s movements calculated and determined to relish in how you spread across his tongue. When he swallows, a moan of content vibrates through you and your head falls back in gratification. It made his nose against your clit much more hypersensitive and your hips almost began stuttering upwards for more. 

Astarion’s multi talented tongue threatened to send you over the edge once more, but you nudged him a certain way and he let up. 

“You taste so good, I can’t get enough of you. My love…” His hand stroked your inner thigh softly, an action of comfort that only sent another jolt through you. 

“You’ve already made me come once and I haven’t even gotten the chance to touch you yet…” you whined, knowing all this pleasure taken should be given in return. Especially for a man such as himself. Your mouth watered thinking about it. 

“Oh, darling,” he laid a kiss on your heat, “You don’t have to do a thing for me.” 

“You’re very sweet, but if I don’t get to have you as you’ve had me, I will lose my mind. Now…” 

The assertiveness you commanded over him did nothing but command him to obey, unwrapping himself from your thighs before sitting up. Your eyes immediately traveled down to his crotch, where his pants did very little to obscure his tenting beneath the fabric. Without another thought, you push him back onto the bed to straddle him, grinding your bare cunt against his cock. The friction is incomprehensible, but you must stay focused; this was about him now. 

Your hands lock around the nape of his neck, only letting one of your wrists trail over his lips. His first instinct is to kiss it, but then he remembers why you both are here. Your blood continues to pump loudly in his ears, its aroma still prominent in his mind. 

“Go ahead, I know you want to…” you spoke in a low voice, goading him on to sink his fangs in. His head lowers, red eyes lidded and locked on yours. He abides, the quiet squelch into your wrist paired with the sting of his teeth’s sharpness a minor pain at this point for you. 

The slow pulls he takes immediately pink his cheeks and tips of his ears up so much so, you thought he might’ve been feverish if he wasn’t of vampiric nature. Out of curiosity, you ran your fingertip over the pinkness in his ear to find it warm– hot, even. Astarion released your wrist with a whine, gasping at your sudden contact. 

“Sorry, did that hurt?” 

“N-No… do it again, please…” He whispers his last word, the alluring persona washing away with every small rub, whining even louder this time. Within your teasing, Astarion takes liberty to heal your wrist and kiss it once the puncture marks faded away. 

His head falls back in bliss, feeling the warmth of his blood travel down his throat with your hand. It lightly trails down his jaw, your thumb lightly ghosting over his adams apple as he swallows down the rest. Astarion whimpers something pathetic, the weight of you over his cock making it throb unnecessarily harder than it already was. 

“Did my blood just… do that?” You glanced downwards at the erection you straddled. 

“I think so,” he replied breathlessly, passionately connecting your lips with his. 

“Let’s get these off you. That does not look comfortable and… I want to make you feel so good…” 

“That sounds delectable, pet.” Astarion replies, letting your greedy little hands find their way to the bottom of his shirt to discard it. 

You paused a moment before going any further, taking in the picture of him below you. What a vast expanse of his chest that has your eyes glowing, as his rubies look upward to you. You kiss him once more, peppering kisses down his sharp jawline to the sensitive skin between his pecs and flitting your tongue across his nipples in the same nature that he’d done to you. 

“Hah-” you hear him gasp, knowing you’re doing something right. He intently listens to your heart rate and how fast your blood is pumping through your body while you travel down his own. Kissing your way to his navel and licking softly, pulling the cutest little moans from him. The strong ridges of his torso are next for your lips, letting your tongue drag across it from time to time. Your hands tug his pants down over the length of his prominent bulge. 

You discard them ever so quickly, his cock springing up eagerly, as pretty as the rest of him. His pink tip throbs in the cooler air, finally freed from his tight clothing. 

“Gods damn…” You muttered in disbelief. Of course such a pretty man would have a pretty cock to go along with the rest of him. 

“Look at what you do to me…” Astarion whines, biting his lip and tossing his head back. He doesn’t have to say anything else before you’re lowering your mouth and kissing his tip, lightly dragging your tongue over his slit, desperate to please. His cock twitches, standing even more upright against his toned stomach. 

“You’re perfect… in every way.” You comment, looking up at him before wrapping a warm hand around his base. It’s as if you could feel all of the blood he’s consumed pumping through him while in your hand. You inch up his shaft, letting your palm cover his tip completely to hear him whimper again. 

“Ah–” 

What makes him grow even harder is the gaze in your eyes as you continue to fist him, the way your lips are parted and your tongue threatening to escape again. Astarion doesn’t expect your other hand to massage his balls, only earning you an even higher pitched moan from him. 

Before he knows, you’re bending down again, flitting your tongue over his slit to taste the salty precome. Your soft lips roam down his length, leaving the sweetest of kisses as you continue. His chest heaves, whole body firing up in response. When your hands are replaced by the warmth of your mouth and your tongue down the side of his cock, he almost cums right then and there. 

But he indulges you, letting your movements continue and swallows down what noisy sounds he would’ve made. The moment he does, you lift off him with a knowing look. 

“Let me hear you, please,” you ask, your vampire nodding before raking one of his hands through your hair. Your warm mouth continues, before his hips begin stuttering and his curses switch to unintelligible whining again. After all the teasing and pushing all the right buttons on his body, you’re seemingly about to send him barreling towards his release with the consistency of your mouth on him. Licking the side of his cock as you move up and down, lips red and swollen from the friction. You look a perfect mess with your saliva covering him and doing so willingly on him like this. 

“Gods, I’m going to–” 

“Come…” you plead, “for me…” 

That’s all Astarion needs to hear, hips stuttering as he bucks into your mouth, spilling down your throat with a groan that tapers off into a content whimper of your name. You swallow every drop of his spend and ease him down from the peak of his high. Chest heaving, you release him with a pop, cock twitching in the open air, dripping and still half hard. A sheen of sweat covers his forehead, glistening in the light of the room. 

“Thank you, my darling.” Astarion leans down, cupping your cheek with his hand and kissing you, tasting himself on your lips. 

“You look so pretty when you come…” you reply, wiping the extra saliva off your mouth. 

“Not as pretty as I’m going to look when I fuck you.” His voice lowers to a purr, immediately bringing you closer to him with his strength. “You'll take every inch, won’t you?”

“Mhm,” You whimper in reply as Astarion crawls over you, dragging his fingers ever so lightly over your torso. 

“Now tell me, did you touch yourself while thinking about me?” Your face is too quick to give you away to deny it, feeling your cheeks heat up. That’s enough of an answer for him. 

“You did, didn’t you? Don’t be shy. I want to hear that dirty little mouth admit it.” 

“Yes, I did. I… fucked myself with my fingers wishing it was you. I got off on the high your bite gave me. Gods…” You cover your face in embarrassment, but there was no admitting that to him with a straight face. 

“It’s alright, little love. No need to be embarrassed. I did too. My mind said no, but my body, filled with your blood, might I add, said yes. I dreamed of you laid out like this for me, so many damn times before I ever thought about it being real.” His hand pulls yours away from covering how much your cheeks are pinked up at the admittance of such a thing. 

“My tongue still remembers the way your blood tastes, you know. I can’t wait to fuck into you and taste you again.” 

“Please… please, please…” you whimper, finally at the crux of your fantasy where it becomes reality. All the nights you spent forcing yourself to be quiet, coming with a whisper of his name, were your real life now. 

“Please, what?” 

With the way he hovers over you now, his cock rests just over your navel, almost perfectly lining up with how it’ll fit inside you. 

“Bite me– drink my blood as you put your cock inside… I want to feel it grow.” You mewl, and when he growls with that all knowing smile, you know he’ll give you what you want. 

Your lips smash together this time, ever so hungrily, almost bordering on needy. Astarion pulls back for a moment, before letting his eyes drop to the pulsing point on your neck to lean down and meet it with a kiss. 

There’s nothing like the cold sharp sting of his fangs that soon melts into the purest form of euphoria as he slowly drinks, tongue greedily sweeping over the marks he’s made. The way he murmurs little strings of praise upon his approval against your throat, with blood covered lips. 

His tip prods at your entrance, pushing in slowly but with no resistance to the hilt before he’s consumed too much. Between the pulls he takes from your neck, he’s groaning with each swallow. Your blood sings inside him, truly feeling the aphrodisiac that is your essence of life. It consumes him, taking over the vast inches of his pale skin. Astarion’s grip on your body becomes the thing he clings to, letting his hands find your waist and back of your neck again. He pulls you closer to him, attempting to override the high he’s been put on, but he falls short just the slightest bit. 

From this point you were overjoyed to finally feel the drag of his cock against your walls, going from filled to the hilt to somehow even deeper, your blood filling him as he has filled you. It was poetic in a sense, erotic, and if you weren’t so lost in the high his bite was giving you, you could have cried at this ever so perfect moment. 

Finally he releases your neck with a gasp, apples of his cheeks pinked up, and eyes shimmering. Astarion is grinning ear to ear as he looks down on you, triggering a blissed out smile from your own lips. 

“How do I look?” you ask, slurring your words a little. 

“Beautiful. Like you always do.” When he asks, “Did you feel it?” in a low voice, you know he’s growing so impatient. 

“Mhm… fuck me… fuck me so good, the way you know how, Astarion.” 

Your moan again as his lips collide with yours, the first few thrusts of his cock slow and methodical. He angles his hips in such a way to hit that spongy sweet spot inside of you without trying, relishing in the friction of your walls. 

“So ready for me, and still so tight. Fuck, you were made for me, weren’t you? Hah–” 

His voice drips with lavishness, a devoted tone and desperate to please. 

“Astarion… faster, please…” 

He says no more, only growling in agreement as his hips pick up the pace. He smiles blissfully while his thrusts find a steady pace inside you. It’s even harder to not lose himself like he has in your neck several times before, soaked in happiness as his pace evens out. What a mistake he makes as he looks down at your neck, becoming so much more difficult not to lose all control and rut into you like a cat in heat. 

You moan out his name, every thrust a commitment to giving you his all each and every day he’s with you. 

“Again,” he says through gritted teeth. 

“Astarion.” his mouth is on you again, eager for another taste, snagging your lip with his fang. 

“Again.” 

He commands in a tone that leaves no room for second thought. The friction of his cock against your walls, swallowing him in repeatedly, as if it were what your body was made for, brings you barreling towards your release. It’s when he reaches down where the two of you meet in the most intimate way, that you lose all train of thought. Your mind goes fuzzy as his fingers swirl at your clit, your combined fluids doing enough to lubricate the way he circles over your clit. 

“I’m going to…” 

“Come for me… Please darling, gods, please…” 

The ruthless pace he keeps up in order to come with you will definitely leave you sore in the morning, along with bloodlessness and at much too many disadvantages. But in this moment, you just don’t care– sharing this pure hot bliss and pleasure with Astarion has tied your souls together for eternity. 

So when his hips stutter again, holding himself inside you as he paints your walls with his warm cum, is when you know he’s yours forever. You shatter around him, clenching uncontrollably that he almost comes a second time. Both your movements slow to a halt, catching your breath as your heartbeats continue to pound in your ears. 

“I love you, thank you…” Your voice is hoarse, but appreciative, as you speak

“I love you, infinitely more…” He returns your sweet words. 

When Astarion lays down next to you, he can’t quite help the throb of his heart in an endless river of warmth. You’ve put him there, not just physically, but spiritually and mentally. Within his heart he knows he can love and trust you like this till the end of his days. 

[bsdawgz]

SUCH SMALL HANDS ... port mafia: chūya nakahara

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content: f!reader. MDNI! oral sex (m!receiving). exes, implied fwb. angst, no comfort (sorry), smut.

a/n: was writing this for a while before my hiatus! hope u enjoy! :3

you know it's wrong. you're not together anymore; you haven't been for a while now– and yet, when things go awry, you can't help but crawl back to him every time, scratching at his door knowing he'll unlock it just for you. tonight is just like any other night. you've come to him a stray dog, wet and mangled, smudged mascara on your water line. you knew what you were getting into the moment you set foot in his luxury high-rise. the moment you dialed his number and asked him to bring you a private car, even. now, as you place your black flats in the empty spot that used to be reserved just for you, as you hang your dampened coat up next to his, you're left reflecting on the remnants of your and chūya's fragmented relationship.

he's just gotten out of the shower, strands of auburn hair slicked back and sticking to his forehead and shoulders, beads of water dripping off pearlescent flesh, towel hanging temptingly low on his narrow hips. you look a mess compared to him, wild and unruly, and have half a brain to think he's about to offer to bathe you like he would an abandoned child– but instead he says nothing, the silence deafening as he leans casually against the kitchen counter and lights up a cigarette, taking a long and pensive pull. perhaps you've shown up at his door a mess so many times that he's come to recognize it as routine now.

you inhale his smoke and the scent of the luxurious body wash that is so distinctly chūya, let the silence settle as he finishes smoking. then at last, he approaches you, hand setting on your lower back as he draws closer, close enough for you to taste the tobacco on his breath when he finally concedes, "this is what you came for, right?"

you nod, guilty and ashamed because his hands are gentle– more gentle than they should be, you think to yourself, though he's always been that way with you– kind and receptive, eager to please and comfort you. fingertips trace your cheek, rearrange the tendrils of your hair to frame your face, and his thumb makes its round along the plump of your lips. he knows your features so well that it's downright disgusting– he can draw you perfectly with his eyes closed. another nicotine-laced breath and his mouth is collapsing on yours, so hot and characteristically passionate. as you find his fingers tangled in his hair, you're hit with the reality that this is chūya and you crave him and his tenderness more than anything else in your life right now– his heat and his passion, but most of all, this tenderness of his, the beautiful sanctum he's always offered you from the world and those gentle and knowing hands that are ready to soothe you every time.

– "use me. please."

you drawl out his name, a soft, relenting sigh. he looks at you, eyes downcast as he whispers your name, the syllables dying on parted lips as his hand travels up your thigh. he cups you through your clothed heat, fingers tracing you through the cotton of your underwear, mapping you. your eyes flutter shut and you resign to his touch, his warmth, and the memories they ignite; it's all it takes for the two of you to fall in reverse. for a moment, you belong to one another; he's the port mafia executive who yields to no one except you.

after all, you're lovers. you were lovers. in the bedroom, you'd rake your nails down his spine, leaving scratches on his back like music scores, singing your melodies in his ear all night long; and in the kitchen, you'd bathe in jazz and blues, puffing on golden bat cigarettes in the hues of silver moonlight. it might be over now– at least, that's what you'd say– but the way that he kisses you, the way he touches you, is all the same– just as familiar and bittersweet. some things never change, just like chūya's taste for luxury, or his taste for you, and the fact that you'll succumb to him every time.

this scene is too familiar. you're sinking to your knees, pressing chaste kisses down the lean muscle of his abdomen, lips and fingertips tracing the grooves of his adonis belt. he lets the towel fall from his hips, relaxing against the counter. then, he cups your cheek with the palm of his hand, stroking the side of your face so gently that you nearly melt into his touch and oh, is it sickening, fucking grotesque, the eyes he gives you– the way he looks at you when you're in between his thighs, worshipping his cock. he stares down at you with an admiration he'd never dare to verbalize.

you stroke him in the way you know he likes it, slow and sensual, your small hands curling around the base and working its way up to the head that's dripping with arousal and pulsing with need. he catches your chin with his thumb, forcing you to gaze into his azure eyes, so you can hear him say the words you've been longing to hear all night– "good girl," as you flick your tongue out to run along his length. you taste him, licking up translucent pearls of precum, tracing your tongue along the oozing tip.

he's watching you with eyes that burn– waiting, wishing, wanting as he stares down at you; it's a look that says a million things, yet his lips are silent. it's almost as though he's asking for permission to indulge in you. it's as if he's expressing guilt for what he's about to do. in a way, it's a pitiful sort of look, the kind one exchanges when words would do more harm than good. you glance away quickly when his mouth finally moves to speak if only to signal that you don't want to pursue the topic any further. you know what he wants to say– he wants to ask who hurt you this time; he wants to ask what you're really here for. he doesn't know the person who's hurt you the most is him.

you guide him inside of your mouth, then slide him down your throat. he hisses, his fingers immediately tangling in your hair as you swallow around him. when you look up, you find that his eyes are no longer focused on you, his head thrown back in pleasure. his breath becomes shallow, the muscles in his legs tensing as he struggles not to thrust into your mouth. "fuck, baby..." he groans, the grip on your hair tightening. "doing so fucking good."

from there, it's broken syllables, his moans strangled as you bob your head along his length. you feel his fingers stroke your hair as he tends to you, keeping the strands out of your face as saliva dribbles down your chin. then, your name is all he knows– shameless, truly shameless, the way he falls apart inside you, calling out for you when you're no longer his is so cruel.

it's not a moment more until you feel him flood your mouth with his warmth, hot seed spurting down your throat. you wash him down, then pull away panting, swiping at the excess drool that's stained your cheek. then, you feel him intertwine his fingers with yours and pull you into a deep embrace, lips sealing against yours– and oh, his touch is so hot.

it burns you both, a double-sided match; you flinch, but you don't pull away. instead, you hold him back. you fight tears as you bury your face in his chest. "i didn't come here to act like a couple," you whisper, feigning anger, but all that comes out is regret.

"right," he replies curtly.

silence settles between you– not the inept kind, the type that falls when words momentarily fail, but that which overcomes when there is truly nothing left to say. "kick me out," you demand, your voice breaking. "tell me to go away."

"quit talkin' like that," he mutters, grip tightening around your waist. "i'd never."

you know it's true, too– you left by your own accord. but chūya didn't chase you to the door. he didn't call. he didn't even text.

you feel him press his lips to the crown of your head. you protest and paw at him, but your small hands are too easy to swat away. then, he kisses you the way you like it, mouth enveloping yours with passionate heat– slowly and softly. you lean into him, melting into his hot touch as he trails his tongue along your tear-stained cheek, licking away the evidence of your suffering; and you can't help– you simply can't resist anymore. you let him in because you crave him. you crave his tenderness more than anything in your life.

he scoops you in your arms, carrying you to the bedroom. you're sobbing into his shoulder as he lays you on the mattress. "i don't wanna make love like we always do," you insist, raking your nails across his back as you clutch onto him like a broken child. those words are so meaningless and you know it.

he cradles you. he holds you like you're everything to him– he's cruel that way; he always has been.

tomorrow, you'll disappear– but you know he won't stop you.

some things just never change, you tell yourself.

"you better not say you love me," you sob into his neck– and he won't. he won't. but there will be nothing but love there as he kisses you a thousand times over, eyes twinkling as you dance for him the way you always have.

some things just never change.

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[dimlylittorch]

I would love a sick comfort fic with either Logan or Vander. Whichever u feel more comfortable writing for. I have a killer sore throat rn and it hurts to even eat and drink :(

I just need comfort from a wide man rn tbh

hey honey!! I’m so sorry this took a few days :( I hope you’re feeling better by now, but if you’re not? No worries love, your boyfriends are here to save the day. I did a Logan Howlett and a Vander writing just for you <3 my first ever double feature

Logan:

In my eyes, Logan can be so so clueless sometimes. Sure, he’s been around the block a couple of times- but being soft? Comforting? It’s like asking a cat to bark. Well- to him that’s how it would seem. But the second he starts to notice how you’re slowly growing worse and worse? His protective instincts shift into gear like never before. It was pretty surprising to him to be honest. He never viewed himself as caring- not in this way.

I mean, the man literally was searching through your bathroom and kitchen cabinets looking for something to make you feel better. He was completely clueless in this area- he’s always been a ‘I can deal with it myself’ kind of guy, never taking meds even when others told him to. He did know to make you warm tea with honey in it, to help coat your throat. But it tore him up inside when he saw how you winced with every sip, wishing desperately he could do something to help with the pain.

He would stand around you, hovering, when you were settled comfortably in your bed or on your couch. If you asked him to sit with you, he’d be very ‘Are you sure you don’t need anything else? You know me bub- this is a once in a lifetime offer to make me do whatever you want.’

And of course, you slightly took advantage of that. If you felt all gross from sweating under your blankets? He would gladly help you shower or bathe, knowing how exhausting it can be. If you felt like you needed to puke constantly? He’d find a way to prop your phone up for you in the bathroom, setting down some blankets so you can rest comfortably by the toilet. If you just needed to cry from how bad you felt? It would break his heart seeing your tears, but he would 100% curl up around you in your bed, his hand rubbing your back as he whispered comforting words into your ear.

He would also get anxious whenever you coughed, or if he checked your temperature and it was too high for comfort. In his mind he was fully wondering what he would do if you suddenly fainted, mentally preparing to take you to the nearest hospital. He could be such a drama queen- but we love him for that🤧

Vander:

Now Vander? This man has seen every kind of sickness in the book. He wasn’t a stranger to taking care of people, watching out for others, etc. He would be fully equipped to help out someone sick, and someone as special to him as you? Sweetheart, don’t even worry. You’d be feeling better in no time, even if it’s only mentally.

He absolutely has a medicine cabinet or chest packed with everything anyone could ever need. Things to help with cough, sore throat, nausea- you name it. The second you come and tell him you’re not feeling well he closes The Last Drop for the day, telling everyone to go home so he can get you back to your old self. And of course, everyone obliges- even if a little begrudgingly.

Takes you up to his room immediately, lets you get undressed and gets you all set up comfortably in his bed. The first thing he does is start asking you about your symptoms as he rummages through the medicine he has, humming to himself in thought as he thinks about what all he can give you at one time. He gets you some cold water to help you get any pills down, followed up by some juice to get you some vitamin C.

He would definitely know what you need more than you even knew what you needed. Unable to keep food down? He’s already brought you some bland crackers to munch on. Constant headache? Yep, he’s immediately at your side with a warm cloth, not afraid to sit next to you and rub your temples until the pain meds kick in.

His favorite thing to do for you is have you curled up under his large form, your own personal heater keeping you perfectly cozy. He’s careful not to crush you, but seeing you so safe in his arms makes his heart skip a beat or two. He doesn’t hesitate to wake you up intermittently, ensuring you don’t miss any meds so you wouldn’t wake up from the pain. Always lulls you back to sleep with a murmured story or a weakly sung song, his low voice putting your mind at ease💕

As a chronically ill person who gets colds constantly, I hope you feel better soon! I completely understand the pain. I hope this helped a little :)

p.s. if you ever want to be moots, i’d love to be! you always seem so sweet <3

[woah-were-halfway-there]

Will you post the piece anytime soon? ☺️

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4 Nations Face Off

A/N: ahhhh I’m so sorry this took me forever to actually write, but I made sure to make it a long one 🥹 here’s a lil updated piece on what the Matthews fam is up to.

I haven't posted any new writing in a time, so I would love to hear what y'all think 🫶🏼

Word Count: 4.8k

“Are you sure?”

Carson looked at the blonde walking next to her and smiled, adjusting her position to accommodate Mia, who was perched on her side and not saying much as she leaned against her mom's shoulder. 

“Yes, Steph,” she replied, then stopped. "Go. Celebrate with the Team Canada girls; you deserve it. I’m sure Mitch will be looking for you. We’ll be okay.”

“I know, but,” Steph started, then trailed off. “I guess I just got used to the thought that we’d be celebrating a championship for our guys together. Not that they’d be against each other during it.”

Carson nodded sadly, knowingly, then shook her head as she glanced down at her Team USA hockey jacket.

“Me too. But, it was just for tonight. You know I’m loyal to Canada, but I'm also loyal to my partner and he just lost a big game. We go back to being on the same side tomorrow.”

“Of course.”

Steph gently put her hand on Carson’s arm and squeezed reassuringly, before pulling her and Mia into a hug.

“You’re sure you’re ok if I go?” Steph asked again, giving them an extra squeeze. 

“Yes, I promise,” Carson assured as she returned the hug. “I’ve already texted Mitchy, but congratulate him for me again. We’re going to find Auston.”

“Ok, I will. I’ll see you two in a bit. Tell Auston he played great.”

“I will. Now go.”

“Ok, I’m going. Bye, Miss Meems. Love you.”

“Bye-bye, Stephy, love youuuu,” Mia waved to her godmother tiredly as Steph gave Carson one last questioning glance before stepping away from them. 

When Carson said nothing else but continued to smile, Steph nodded and went on her way. 

Carson watched her friend dodge the people, mainly employees and family members of Team Canada and USA, flooding into the lower hallways of TD Garden. She couldn’t help but smile at the Canadian flag stitched on the back of the red leather jacket Steph wore before she disappeared out of sight, feeling an immense sense of pride and happiness for the guys representing the country she was from following their win at the 4 Nations Face-Off. 

She grew up a Canadian hockey fan. Like so many others, Carson had idolized Sidney Crosby for as long as she could remember. Mitch, her cousin and best friend was also part of that winning team, which made it even more special. Canada winning was something that, given any other circumstance, she’d absolutely be celebrating.

However, the man Carson loved was the captain of the team that just lost to the Canadians. She had more ambivalence about this situation than she ever knew possible.

With a sigh, she looked back at Mia and adjusted her higher onto her hip.

“Well, little miss, I think we should go find your daddy,” she suggested.

“Yeah, we see Daddy,” Mia replied nodding, making Carson smile again before she kissed the top of the three-year-old's head and began walking again.

As a lifelong Leafs fan, Carson knew TD Garden was a daunting arena to play hockey in. She’d experienced it as a fan of the opposing team, but this time was entirely different.

Despite how much Carson mentally prepared herself for the 4 Nations Face-Off, she’d be a liar if she said she wasn’t exhausted by all of it. Of course, she knew the entire ordeal was an incredible thing to be able to witness and be a part of. Carson was extremely thankful for the experience, but she also had a nagging thought telling her she was in over her head thinking she’d be able to navigate it all. The Auston and Team USA loss was the unfortunate icing on top of the cake. 

The past week was the first time Carson had travelled with both babies since she and Auston brought them from Phoenix to Toronto in late summer. Mia, at just three years old, was fairly used to flying, at least. Carter, on the other hand, was not. Given that the youngest member of the Matthews family wasn’t quite nine months old yet, Carter wasn’t as versed on travel as his older sister was. He hadn’t even experienced an entire hockey season living in Toronto yet, and despite being so young, had already shown his parents how much of a homebody and creature of habit he was.  

Which was why only Mia and Carson were at the game that night.

Carter also made the trip to Montreal and Boston with his family, but an 8pm start game on top of being away from home for over a week was too much for the infant. Thankfully, Carson’s brother Nate and his girlfriend Claire met up with the Matthews family in Montreal to help out with the kids. Nate and Claire stayed at the hotel with Carter, babysitting so Carson could attend each of Team USA’s games with Mia to cheer on Auston alongside his parents.

Carson was ridiculously nervous about having someone else watch Carter, even if it was only for a few hours each night Team USA played. It was in no offence to her brother and his girlfriend by any means, either. They were both high on the list of people she and Auston trusted to watch their babies. But, this tournament was also the first time Carson was away from her son for a prolonged time since he was born. 

Given the hecticness that occurred when Carter was born with a health scare for both mom and baby, followed by a rough postpartum healing period and a few doctor’s visits in the months after, it was understandable for Carson and Carter to have separation anxiety from each other. This tournament was a test of that, but it was a step Carson wanted to take for herself. She could’ve easily stayed home with Mia and Carter in Toronto while Auston left for a week, but Carson decided to push herself. She wanted to get out of her comfort zone for Mia and Auston, who were also still adjusting to the changes in their lives that a new family member brought on just like her. The 4 Nations Face-Off was important to Auston and Carson wanted to be there.

Having Nate and Claire willing to help out made it all possible.

The first night Carson and Mia headed to the Bell Centre in Montreal to watch Team USA with Auston’s parents while Nate and Claire stayed at the hotel with Carter wasn't easy. Carter was fussy and there was a point where Nate had to text his sister asking where something was. Carson immediately assumed the worst. She didn’t know what was happening at the hotel but knew the item Nate was looking for was a comfort item of Carter’s and that he must’ve been upset if Nate needed to find it. She tried her best not to worry and make it through the remainder of the game but still felt anxious and debated taking Mia back to the hotel despite it only being the 1st intermission. 

Luckily, that didn’t need to happen. About five minutes after Carson texted Nate, he responded with a picture of Carter asleep in Claire’s arms saying all was well. The game nights that Carter was watched by his uncle and aunt following that first one went smoothly too. So smooth that there was no hesitation regarding them joining the Matthews family in Boston to continue helping.  

Carson and Auston were incredibly thankful to Nate and Claire as the trips to both cities wouldn’t have been possible without them. And wouldn't have eventually led to the night of the final USA vs. Canada matchup at TD Garden where Carson and Mia watched together.

It was strange but amazing for Carson to be part of the type of fans crowding the stands that night. It was the first time she’d ever cheered for anything regarding the USA and sports, especially hockey. She and Auston didn’t know each other the last time he represented Team USA in early 2016. They met that October after he’d begun playing on the Leafs alongside Mitch. This was also the first time she watched her husband and cousin compete against each other instead of being on the same team.

Growing up a Canadian hockey fan, going into this, Carson knew the rivalry between Canada and the USA ran deep. She loved that the 4 Nations tournament sparked excitement in that contention again, but she was conflicted. She wanted Canada to win but also wanted Auston to win. Unfortunately, caring for both sides meant one would lose either way. In this case, the losing side was her husband, and she needed to be there for him.

In the moments following Canada scoring the winning goal in overtime, Carson observed Auston from the stands, already being able to tell how this loss wasn’t an easy one for him. His expression said all she needed to know and it made Carson’s heart ache for the man she loved most.

There were a few moments of silence between Carson and Auston’s parents from where they sat next to her after that final goal horn. Their quietness was only broken when Mia looked up from where she sat on Ema’s lap and asked why her daddy was sad after the cameras showed him on the big screen. The camera displayed how he watched as Team Canada celebrated at the other end of the ice looking utterly defeated. While Mia watched, Brian explained that Auston didn’t win, which made her expression turn from curiosity to concern.

As both teams began forming lines to shake hands, Carson’s in-laws noticed her gazing at one section over where most of the families of Team Canada were celebrating with each other. Amongst the Sea of Canada supporters were members of Carson’s family. Her aunt, uncle, cousin and Steph were all there cheering for Mitch and the rest of the team. Carson was happy for them and Mitch, she really was, but when she looked back at Auston on the ice, she felt sadness all over again.

Ema suggested Carson and Mia go over to them, reminding Carson she was still allowed to be happy about the outcome and that she should let herself have a moment of celebration with the others. Carson was hesitant to do so, but Auston’s parents insisted she go and said they’d meet her and Mia downstairs.

As Carson made her way, carrying Mia to the next section, she was met by Lauren Kyle McDavid who pulled them in for a quick hug before helping them through the crowd so they could get to the Marner family and celebrate.

Eventually, Carson and Mia ended up with Steph in the lower parts of TD Garden before parting ways. However, as they walked through some more hallways together to find Auston, Carson became painfully aware that she had no idea where she was going and started wondering if she should ask for help.

Carson continued walking, still unsure which way she was headed but tried to stay out of other people's way as she passed them. Once she ended up in a completely unfamiliar hallway, she stopped and let out a huff of frustration.

"Mia, I think we might be lost," Carson spoke quietly, making Mia look at her questioningly.

"Where Daddy?" Mia asked, her little brows furrowing as she glanced around the unfamiliar area.

"That's what I'm trying to figure out, bub."

“Mrs. Matthews?”

Carson jumped slightly when a voice hesitantly spoke up from behind her. She didn’t recognize who was speaking, but given the formal way they addressed her, Carson knew she didn’t know them. So, she turned around to face them and smiled politely.

“Oh, hi, yes, hello,” Carson stumbled over her words when she encountered what seemed to be a mother and her children, she assumed given the resemblance between them all. The children's ages ranged from a boy in maybe his preteens to two girls in their late teens or early twenties. They all wore Team USA merch.

“Sorry to bother you,” the woman greeted kindly. “But you seem a little lost. If you’re looking for the area strictly for players' families, it’s this hallway back here.”

Carson smiled wider and shook her head as the lady pointed to a nearby hallway she walked past moments before.

“It’s that obvious I have no idea where I’m going, eh?”

“No! Not at all! Well, maybe a little. The way you were headed leads back to the main concourse, which I assumed you weren’t looking for. We’re Bruins season ticket holders, so we know our way around. We’ve seen a few NHL family members make the same mistake down here. It gets confusing.”

“Always a plus knowing your way around these kind of places,” Carson replied. “Thank you for letting me know before I got even more lost.”

“Of course,” the woman said, smiling then glanced at her kids.

However, before the woman could say anything else, one of her daughters spoke up.

“Are you really Carson Matthews?” She asked. “Like you’re married to THE Auston Matthews?”

“Jess!” The older girl of the three kids gasped, her eyes widening. “You can’t just ask her that.”

“What? We were all wondering about it. Mom wasn’t even sure it was her before she said anything.”

“Jessica, I should’ve sent you to go get the car with your father,” the woman sighed, shaking her head. Then she looked at Carson again. “Please ignore my child. Sometimes, she doesn’t have a filter.”

“It’s alright,” Carson chuckled, observing as the two sisters bickered while their younger brother watched. They reminded Carson a lot of her relationships with her sister and brother. “But to answer your question, yes, I am that Carson. And this is my daughter, Mia. We were just going to see Auston, hoping to cheer him up after the loss.”

Carson glanced at Mia, who’d been quiet the entire interaction while leaning against her mom's shoulder, observing the family of strangers. Mia remained silent but didn’t seem uncomfortable as she began mindlessly fiddling with the collar of Carson’s puffer jacket.

“Woah,” the son said. “That’s so cool.”

“Well, we mustn't keep you then,” the woman stated, smiling again. “It was a tough loss, but Auston played great. We loved seeing him repping the USA.”

“Me too, even as a Canadian,” Carson replied.

“Even though he’s a Leaf, Matthews is one of my favourite players,” the boy spoke, earning slight scowls from his mom and oldest sister.

“Marner and Nylander are mine,” the middle sister chimed in.

“Oh, my god, you’re all so embarrassing,” groaned the oldest sister. “She literally knows all of them.”

Carson laughed when their mother sent her an exhausted look.

“Marner and Nylander are Mia’s favourite Leafs too,” Carson told them, unable to keep a straight face as she laughed. “But we can’t say that to her dad, he’ll be butthurt.”

Everyone laughed with her.

"Well, it was lovely to meet you," the woman replied after a moment, smiling softly. "Please do make sure Auston doesn't beat himself up too much over this loss. He really was such a joy to watch and cheer for, for once."

"Yeah, I'm saving up to get his USA jersey!" The boy stated excitedly, making Carson's heart swell with pride.

"Is that so?" Carson asked, smiling again as the boy nodded. "I think that's a pretty great jersey to own. But, want to know what else I think would look cool with it?"

The boy nodded again.

"Yeah!"

"This."

Carson reached into her purse and grabbed the Team USA hockey puck that Auston signed residing inside of it, to show the boy. No, she didn't normally carry around things Auston signed. During one of the off days in Montreal a week prior, Auston spent some of the afternoon signing items for the NHLPA. When he met Carson, Mia and Carter afterwards, he tossed Carson a puck and teasingly told her it might be worth something one day. Rolling her eyes, Carson put the puck in her purse and didn't think anymore about it.

Each time she opened the purse, she was reminded it was there, but she kept forgetting to take it out. It wasn't until they were away from the hotel again that she realized it was still there. However, seeing how the boy's face lit up when he saw the puck made Carson very happy about not remembering to take it out of her purse earlier that evening.

“Woah,” the boy gasped, his eyes widening. “That’s Matthews’ autograph!”

“It is,” Carson confirmed with a nod, then handed him the puck. “And I think he’d want you to have it."

"Really!?"

"Of course. But it's the only one I've got on me, so you'll have to share it with your sisters."

"Thank you, Mrs! Guys, look."

The three kids huddled together as they observed the puck. Soon they began discussing who would have custody of the item to display in their room, but their mother added her two cents about that first.

"Brave for any of you to assume your father won't be finding a way to have that framed," the woman said, chuckling, then looked back to Carson. "Thank you so much. You didn't have to do that."

"I know," Carson responded. "But I wanted to.”

“You’re very kind, Carson. Kids, what do you say to her?”

“Thank you!” The two daughters said in unison.

“Thank you so much,” the boy exclaimed and before Carson knew it, he was rushing towards her to wrap his arms around her middle in a hug.

The boy's mom gasped and went to say something to him, but Carson mouthed that it was ok, grinning widely as she tried her best to return the gesture with her free arm that wasn't carrying Mia. After a quick embrace, the boy moved away before returning to his mother and sisters, still beaming.

"You're very welcome," Carson responded, then glanced at Mia who was looking up at her, blinking tiredly. "But, we better get going. Our family is probably wondering where we've gone off to."

"Of course," the woman replied. "Thank you again for being so sweet, it means a lot."

Before parting ways, the woman gave Carson the directions of where to find the area for families again, before she and Mia headed on their way.

It didn't take Carson much longer to find where they needed to go after that, and as she rounded one final corner and spotted some significant others and family members of Team USA, she knew she was in the right place.

"Mommy, I want Daddy," Mia pouted, then sighed.

Carson glanced around for any sign of Auston or his parents and also sighed when she couldn’t spot them.

“I know, baby,” Carson hummed in response. “He’s gotta be here somewhere.”

“Carson,” a female voice called, making Carson turn to see Odette, Zach Werenski’s fiancée, smiling as she walked toward her and Mia. "And Miss Mia. I was wondering where you girls went off to."

Carson grinned back and Mia greeted her excitedly.

Since Auston was the only Leafs player on Team USA, the wives and girlfriends of the other guys on the team were a group Carson wasn't familiar with. She'd met a couple of the girls a few times before but didn't know any of them very well. Being one of the first players announced to represent the USA on top of also being the Captain's wife, Carson knew she wouldn't be the only girl in that group who didn't really know anyone else and was set on ensuring none of them felt out of place.

Once the entire USA roster was finalized, Carson got to work on connecting with the girls who would also be cheering on their guys during the tournament. As a Canadian, Carson was the first to admit she had no idea where to start when it came to repping the USA. She was happy to listen to suggestions and ideas from the other girls regarding plans for things like where to go for a group dinner before one of the games and design ideas for their matching jackets. They all got along very well with each other and Carson was glad she was able to develop a relationship with other player's significant others from around the league.

Odette was one of the girls she really hit it off with. The two of them grew quite close over the two-week tournament to the point that even Mia grew a bit of an attachment to the Blue Jackets star defenseman's fiancée.

"Hey," Carson greeted. "Sorry, I know, we kinda disappeared. I got a little lost after going to see my family and some of the Canadian girls."

"Not surprising," Odette chuckled. "This place feels like a labyrinth. I would've been lost without Alessandra and Kiley."

"Honestly. They were godsends with their recommendations and help around Boston."

"I'm sure you two would've given us the same hospitality had we all been in Toronto or Columbus," another female voice chimed in. It was Alessandra, who was standing nearby with the Swayman family.

"Exactly," stated Kiley, as she walked by. Despite Charlie, her husband, being injured during an earlier game and the two of them welcoming their son just a couple of weeks before the tournament began, Kiley still was very involved and even made the time to watch the final game.

"Yeah, I can give real good tips on how not to be jump scared by the cannon in Columbus too, if you need it," Odette teased, making everyone who was nearby laugh, before she looked back at Carson and Mia. "I assume you're both looking for Auston."

"We are," Carson replied. "Have you seen him?"

"Not yet, but the guys should start coming out here any minute now. Come wait with me and Zach's family so you're not standing over here alone."

Carson smiled at Odette in thanks, then followed her to where the Werenski family was standing.

While they waited, Carson chatted with Zach's family about the game as well as their travel plans about flying back home since the regular NHL season would be resuming in the coming days. Odette wasted no time taking Mia from Carson, holding her as they stood there talking, which Mia sure wasn't opposed to.

After about five minutes, guys from the team began trickling into the area all of their families were waiting. When Zach approached them, Carson told him how great he played before giving Odette a quick hug and taking Mia back so they wouldn't interfere with their family regrouping.

A few more minutes passed, and Carson observed the girls she'd spent so much time planning and coordinating with over the past almost two months, who immediately became a rock for their guys. They were all there, ready and willing to pick up the pieces following such a devastating loss. It was a notion Carson was all too familiar with and she smiled fondly while watching the other girls, knowing they were all just one big support system.

"Mama," Mia said as she lifted her head from Carson's shoulder and patted her arm. "Look! It's Daddy."

Carson's gaze immediately followed where Mia was pointing further down the hallway and there was Auston, entering the area with his parents not far behind. His warm brown eyes met hers instantly and he smiled sadly. Compared to when he left the hotel earlier that day, his deep blue suit and hair sticking out from under his beanie were way more dishevelled. He looked utterly beat and Carson's feet began taking her towards him without a second thought.

"It sure is, baby," Carson told Mia as she stepped around the other families. "Do you want to go get him?"

"Yeah!"

Knowing exactly what that meant, Carson stopped briefly to set Mia down on the ground and watched as she sprinted towards her dad as fast as her little legs could take her. Auston's expression noticeably lit up as he watched Mia approach. Once she was close enough, he grinned widely and crouched down so that she could run into his arms. He wasted no time scooping her up and Carson continued toward them, feeling emotionally at the way Mia snuggled right into him.

"What are you still doing up, Mini?" Auston asked, looking at their toddler with a stern gaze. "It's way past your bedtime."

"She had her headphones on and everything, but was too focused on the game and forced herself to stay up," Carson explained as she approached them.

"I see," Auston replied, then he looked at Carson, and his gaze softened again. "Hey, you."

"Hey," she greeted, then, without another word, crashed into him and hugged him tightly. He held her just as tight with his arm that wasn't holding Mia. "I’m so proud of you, Auston, and I’m sorry it didn’t end the way you were hoping. How are you? Are you ok?"

After asking him if he was ok, Carson leaned back to look up at her husband with a serious expression. It was no secret that Auston had been dealing with an injury for most of the season. He missed quite a few games for the Leafs because of it and even received treatment overseas in hopes of making it more manageable. The details of the injury weren’t public knowledge but of course, Carson knew. She was very aware of how much he was pushing himself to be there for his team and take part in the 4 Nations Tournament, which had her constantly worried.

“Yes, Carse, I’m fine,” he replied, not expanding on any details. However, the look on his face said otherwise.

“Auston-.”

“I know, babe. I know. I’m not trying to stress you out, I promise. Let’s talk about it after we leave.”

“Ok, as long as you’re alright,” Carson responded, then squeezed him again. She knew he’d talk to her more about everything without so many people around.

Auston kissed the top of her head, then turned his attention to Mia.

"Did you have a fun night with Mommy?" He asked.

"Yeah," she nodded, then her expression turned serious. "Daddy, you didn't win."

Carson's mouth fell open in shock at her abruptness, then she looked at Brian and Ema, who also seemingly didn't know what to say regarding Mia's response.

Auston, naturally, handled it like a champ. He exhaled calmly and held their daughter's gaze.

"What was that, bub?"

"You didn't win."

Auston shook his head, the slightest smile tugging at his lips.

"I didn't?"

"No… My Mitchy winned."

"Mia, honey," Carson started because she didn't want Mia to make the loss more challenging, unintentionally, but stopped when Auston glanced at her again.

"It's ok," he assured before looking back at Mia. "You're right, your Mitchy did win."

"Is that who wanted to win, Mimi?" Carson asked.

Mia shook her head.

"I didn't want Mitchy to win," she answered.

"That's alright," Auston told her, smiling. "We can be happy for Mitchy."

The two of them looked at each other for a moment while Mia just blinked, then she wrapped her arms around her dad's neck in a hug.

"You want Whaley, Daddy?"

Auston chuckled and began rubbing her back.

"Would you like me to have Whaley?"

Mia nodded and stayed leaning against Auston.

"I've got him," Ema spoke, then pulled Mia's whale plushie out of her bag and handed it to Carson.

"Leave it to our kid to be the one humbling you after a game like that," Carson said as she passed Whaley to Auston.

"The only better than her at humbling me is her mother," Auston teased, making Carson roll her eyes.

"I don't think anyone would expect anything less from your two's child," Brian said, chuckling.

"Good thing she's cute," Carson stated then winked at Mia, who smiled cheekily before hiding against her dad's shoulder.

"Got that right," Auston agreed, noticeably in better spirits than when first reuniting with his girls in that hallway. "Well, I think we should head back to the hotel since a little guy is waiting there for us. What do you say, Mini?"

"Uncle Natey?" Mia asked, perking right up again.

"Not who I was thinking of. But, yeah, Uncle Nate is there too."

"One of these days she'll actually be excited about seeing her baby brother," Carson sighed. "Nate is tough competition, I suppose."

"That's alright, more loving on Carter for me," Ema said, smiling.

"Shall we?" Auston asked Carson while holding his arm out to loop hers through.

"Lead the way," she replied while looping her arm with his, then leaned against his shoulder as they began walking together.

As they headed toward a nearby exit, Carson glanced around at the other families still lingering nearby and waved goodbye to those she knew as they passed. Odette called out again, reminding Carson that just because the tournament was over didn't mean she could get rid of her that easily. Carson laughed in response and left TD Garden feeling extra grateful for her crazy hockey life.

[boyfhee]

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“did i wake you up?” your brows furrow at the words over the phone, sleep making it difficult for you to recognise the voice on the other side.

a soft groan escapes your lips as you reach out to turn on the bedside lamp, mumbling drowsily. “who is this?”

“sunshine,” your eyes widen at that word— you recognise that name. “it’s me,”

“jake?” your words are breathy and urgent, whispered in disbelief. you prop yourself up on your elbow, the silk sheets rustling under your skin as you hold the phone a little tighter. “what are you— how did you get my number?”

“can we save that for later, angel?” you pause at the desperation in his voice, and before you could speak, he adds further. “i’m outside. i really want to see you.”

it barely takes you a minute to get out of the bed, your satin night wear is soft and messy against your skin. fixing it is not a bother, for you’re busy walking over to the windows in your room that are arched up to the ceiling just the way you like them.

you push the curtains aside cautiously, words dissolving on your tongue when you see him standing on the street right in front of your apartment. you can barely make out his face— tears or the mist of the night, whatever be the reason. you see the dim golden street light glowing around him like a halo.

“please,” his words stir something in your chest; dread, relief, love— it feels heavy.

you’re quick to grab your robe, leaving the phone on the bed as you rush out of the bedroom and down the stairs, hurriedly tying it up and also tripping over a step. it’s scary, your palms are sweaty, doubtful towards your own conscience, wondering if it’s a disgusting trick your own mind is playing on you.

you almost lose your breath at the sight of him when you open the door— he does too.

you both let the silence speak for the years lost. you had last seen him five years ago, last heard from him four years ago, and when your parents found out about your secret conversations through emails— that was the last you had written to him.

“i. . .” his words speak of need and hesitation. “i’ve missed you,”

and yearning. yearning and pain.

he’s wearing a loose shirt and hair is longer than the last time you had seen him. it’s a little beyond his eyebrows, the slight curls covering his eyes and somehow, he looks even more handsome.

“you look so beautiful— always did— you got even prettier,” your fingers tighten around the door frame, his words are like a stab in your chest. “did you miss me, angel? i told you i’d come, i told you i would find you no matter what—”

and his love— the knife you turn inside of yourself.

jake doesn’t know if he is needed anymore. you look well, good, successful— always were, aiming big and for the top. storms of fear haunted you all the time, a constant nagging at the back of your mind that it wasn’t going to work out. you pushed away, he pulled you closer, warm embraces tying you both together on nights when both of you were exhausted from the endless arguments. and amidst it all was a blooming promise— a promise to stay.

and now, jake is here, five years later, vienna, austria, at your doorstep, hands out for you to hold.

his steps are hesitant and cautious as he approaches you closer. he takes your hand and you let him, he leans in for a hug, you don’t refuse until your eyes fall to the shiny diamond on your finger— a reminder, a warning.

“wait—”

he interrupts you before you can finish, needing to have you in his arms like the oxygen he needs to breathe. “i have missed you so much, darling. thank you for not giving up on me, for waiting—”

“jake,” you say with more emphasis on his name. it sounds foreign, leaving a bitter taste on his tongue.

his eyes widen in perplexion when you take a step back, the lack of warmth from your hands slipping out of his already leaving an ache in his heart.

“i’m engaged,” you confess in a guilty whisper. “go home,”

and then you close the door on him.

[lapdogchase]

if he said i needed a transvaginal ultrasound and i said i would rather kill myself than do that unless u can sedate me it’s not happening and he’d say Well legally i cant sedate you but i can secretly slip sedatives into your food and i would say YES THAT WOULD BE PERFECT. and he would tell cuddy and she would say “you cant slip sedatives into someones food to give them a transvaginal ultrasound are you out of your mind” and he would say “no its ok i got consent. and insurance never has to find out for all anyone knows some pills just went missing.” and cuddy has bigger problems to deal with so shes like fine whatever just get signed consent in case something goes wrong

i think hes trying to be misogynistic but tbh he's right. it's the worst period ever but it really isnt by all that much this is just how having a period feels

[mimorobo]

Had a thought I figured you might find interesting

Now, this is probably the influence of the Nightmare Before Christmas on me talking, but I feel like Horrortale would work really well in stop motion.

Woooooow!! Now that IS a cool thought... I totally agree! I don't know why but I think stop motion is a REALLY good medium for portraying horror? There's just SOMETHING about it, if done right, it can be truly horrifying... And no not because some little kids are scared of it?? (that one Gravity Falls episode comes to mind 😭) I'm not sure how to explain but YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN RIGHT?? And Horrortale..... In stop motion??? Oh my gosh... You just made me want to try it out :') why must u do this to meeee....??

[masoncantthinkofaname]

Hey Mason! Thank you sm for replying to my ask again sweetest! 🫶🏻 I would personally love just ANY storytime whether that be sweet or wholesome or action or anything else, from your medieval or anyother dr lol as long as it's from you, because all your stories are SO fun to read haha 😆 I'm also up for whatever mundane things you wanna share 🥰 i would also love it if you could describe about things we don't find it here in this reality, for example ur experience with riding dragons or having a merman tail, the things we don't consider "possible" here. also, could you please describe more about the different style reality thing? It sounds so cool but I'm so confused lol, i would love to know more!

I'm looking forward to when u shift to a 2D reality 🤭

sending you sm love <33

Hello again Aiiyna!

I'll definitely keep in mind that majority of you people here don't have a preference for the kind of storytimes I post! Remember that you can also always ask me to describe something specific, I have no issue telling you guys about things I experienced, and if something's private I'll let you know!

I might make a ''A day in my life in [dr name] post sometime soon!💚

Riding dragons is one of the best feelings out there, although I might be a bit biased. It's incredibly freeing, and both extremely peaceful and adrenaline inducing, depending on what type of circumstances you're flying under. Although, admittedly, depending on the weather it can also be extremely cold. The wind cuts your face, your hands, and if it's freezing out, it can really feel like you aren't able to hold on anymore at some point.

But aside from that, it's still an experience I would want everyone to have. The feeling of muscle underneath you, and the thrill of unexpected movements. It's different from riding a horse, where you have quite a lot of control. Although if the dragon is behaved, you can feel their movements quite well, make them change their speed or directions, and keep them under control, it's still a huge animal, that, when it wants to do something, can't really be stopped. It makes it extremely thrilling, and more like a friendship than just a tool. There's a lot of trust you put into them, and having lived in places like How to Train your Dragon, but also places like my home reality, where dragons are used more like horses, I by far prefer the bond and type of connection with the dragons in httyd.

I trust Flicker, my dragon there, with my life. He feels every small movement in my body, and I do the same with him. It's more like we're an extension of each other. I could ride him without a saddle, without anything to hold on to, because I trust his movements enough to never fall, and if I would I know he'd catch me. In comparison, I have Laö in our home reality. He's a great dragon, but like I mentioned, more like a horse (like a random horse you occasionally ride). I would not comfortably ride him without any safety, and although we have a bond, it's nothing compared to what I have with Flicker. It's also not necessary in that place, but the feeling of riding a dragon you're deeply bonded with is the most free I have ever felt. I could talk for hours about my bond and backstory with Flicker.

(I'm a yapper I'm sorry)

Honestly having a mermaid or merman tail is quite fun from my experience. I have never actually spent a long time in a place like that, more just as a little trip that the kids got to choose. But regardless it's enjoyable! I think one thing that people are never able to recreate in this reality with mermaid tails is the strength of the muscle. I often see people posing while laying on their stomach, with their legs bent to make their tail stand up. From my experience, you cannot bend it that far. It's a really powerful muscle, and quite heavy too. It's hard to describe what it feels like, but, just like any other sea mammal, it gets hard to move when you're dragging your tail (partly) out of the water, whereas in the water you can powerfully and easily get around. The way the sun and water droplets reflect on it is also really pretty to see!

Lastly, about the different styles. This reality is just the 'style' we're born into, so we see this as realistic. But anything else is just as realistic and natural. When you're in a reality that has a different style, you obviously notice the difference, but it doesn't feel weird or abnormal. I guess the easiest to describe it would be as if there's a filter over reality. But of course there are so many styles out there, like anime, or cartoon, I assume that feels the exact same!

I hope this answers your questions!💚