#you got this nonnie

[puckinghischier]

What do I have to do to get some filthy Nico thoughts this morning? Xoxo

not much, honestly

was thinking about how absolutely rabid he’d be after that canes game, all high on winning. but unfortunately for him, you’d be out of service for a few more days, mother nature having paid you a visit a couple of days ago. of course you’d help him out, giving him a nice, long, treat on your knees to reward him for the victory, but he wouldn’t be satisfied until he could have all of you.

he’d be such a little menace about it too. snaking his arms around you while you’re in front of the mirror, doing your hair, letting them rest dangerously low on your waist. little smacks to your ass anytime you pass by him. waking you up in the morning by rutting his morning semi against your ass.

and when the two of you are out in public? god, he’s almost worse than when you’re at home. drinks with the guys turned into you being trapped in the booth, nico’s hand resting high on your thigh, fingers brushing you over your underwear. you knew wearing this dress was risky, especially with how he’s been the last couple days, but you figured since you would be out with the guys he’d be on his best behavior. but of course you were wrong. his long pinky makes long, drawn out circles on your barely covered clit, working you up continuously just to casually slide his hand away. only to do it all over again every ten minutes.

then, when you came to visit him at the rink for lunch, he was dragging you into a random corner, kissing you like he was trying to take all of the oxygen from your body. his heavy frame pinning you against the smooth wall of whatever deserted hallway you were in. he knew you were close to being his again, having his own tracker app on his phone for your cycle. which also means he knew you were in the stage where you were becoming increasingly more desperate and horny as the hours ticked by.

“nico…not here. please. you know we can’t. just another day or so,” you’d pant out, so close to just letting him have his way with you anyways. his response would be a hand coming up to cup over your sex, digging the palm of his hand into your clothed clit. “just think of everything you could’ve had already. all the fun you’ve missed out on, caused me to miss out on” he whispers gruffly in your ear, biting the sensitive skin there. “don’t you think i finally deserve my reward for having such a good game the other night?”

you let out a harsh gasp, the sight of your open mouth and perfect tongue poking out combined with your wild eyes nearly enough to make him start ripping clothes off right here, not a care in the world if anyone would see the two of you or not. he brings a hand up to pinch your bottom lip between his fingers, pulling the skin out. he has the urge to do something he never has before, which is letting a dribble of spit drop directly from his mouth into the small pocket created by your outstretched bottom lip.

he watches your pupils dilate in surprise, releasing your skin so it snaps back into place. he looks down at your throat, watching you swallow the saliva he just transferred to you. he smirks, knowing by the look on your face, and clench of your thighs, he’s almost got you.

you hear footsteps approaching the two of you, straightening up and pushing nico away from you only slightly, not wanting to get caught in a compromising position in his workplace. an equipment manager rounds the corner, looking up when he notices the two of you and waves.

“hey cap! got that new stick in you were wanting! on my way to go pick it up now, actually. meet me out on the ice?” he waves in greeting, cheery attitude showing he’s excited about the delivery.

“sure thing! see you out there in a few!” nico responds just as enthusiastically, a stark contrast from his demeanor mere seconds ago. you both watch the man retreat down the hallway, having given you a small wave of goodbye, which you returned.

“okay well…i’ll…uh…see you at home, yeah?” you clear your throat, hardly able to concentrate on the words you’re speaking.

“mhmm. see you in a bit,” he places a kiss to your forehead, backing away from your still stunned figure. “oh! and stop by the kitchen on your way out. grab a water, you seem a little…thirsty,” he smirks at you as he walks backwards, teasing you for just how quick you were to accept and swallow his spittle moments ago.

that night when he returned home, he couldn’t find you anywhere. you weren’t in the living room on the couch, in the small kitchen, in the bedroom. when he called out your name you emerged from the shared walk in closet, clad in his favorite lingerie set of yours.

“good news, neeks,” is all you managed to get out before he was stomping towards you, backing you against the floor-to-ceiling shelving of the closet. a few shoes dropped off the shelf at the force of his actions, but that was the least of your worries right now. you could fix them in the morning, considering the two of you never managed to leave the space the whole night, waking up on the carpeted floor to his soft snores, one of his suit jackets draped over your naked body as a makeshift blanket.

[bananielle]

having to be very quiet while with leehan in your room because you don’t wanna get caught… he was acting all cute and innocent like a puppy when he greeted your parents before going up to your room.. but the second the door to your room is closed shut & locked, it’s like he has put down that cute and bubbly mask down in a split second…

omg nonnie...this is so yummy <3

leehan is on his very best behaviour in front of your parents. he's so sweet and lovely and polite, always saying the right things. being a cute, giggly mess, promising them that he's always taking such good care of you. little did you know that he was referring to a completely different kind of care that you and your parents were thinking of.

as soon as the door closes behind him his pretty hands are all over you. he cups your face and kisses you deeply, wasting no time in letting his tongue tangle with yours. his hands roam all over your body, pulling you closer to him until it practically hurts. he's grabbing your ass and tits, sucking on your bottom lip, biting the sweet spot on your neck...anything to elicit filthy moans from you. he wants to see you fail to be quiet as he touches you.

the moment you both break apart for air, leehan would be speaking to you softly but lowly, with that pretty deep voice of his (i hate him). "need you to be quiet for me, pretty. don't want your parents to find out how good i'm taking care of you, do we?" leehan is always sweet and loving, but in these situations he finds so much pleasure in being a tease and seeing you struggle. he'd spend the rest of the night between your legs with a sickly sweet smirk on his face as threatens to deny your orgasm if you moan too loudly.

once he's done eating you out like his life depended on it, he's fucking you into oblivion. his body is pressed right against yours, one hand over your mouth as he coos and giggles at your inability to keep quiet. "shh, pretty. don't you want to cum?"

[fight-nights-at-freddys]

the difference in yaelokre vs wrong organ’s responses to seeing proshippers in their fandom is staggering

FRRRR, the worst part is that you see a lot of ppl disagree with Wrong Organ and a lot of ppl agreeing with Keath and it's just. it makes me so mad.

what do you MEAN you play/watch a game that has problematic themes, you play as a RAPIST. and you get mad when ppl who like those things like that part of the game.

i cannot speak on what Yaelokre's about, i have little-to-no interest personally, but its shocking to me that all ppl take out of it as "well people shouldn't be drawing nsfw of those characters anyways!" negating the point that even a simple headcanon can get you a cease and desist.

Obviously Yaelokre's situation is worse, but I also hate how much fandom has became less about fun. the only way to have "fun" is to make the "safe" jokes, or to never focus on what ppl consider to be disgusting (or alternatively, change the "bad" to be "good". I.E Nice Jimmy, or everyone lives, except for Jimmy)

I respect Wrong Organ a lot, and the fact that everyone's take away is "ew they support proshippers" is so aggravating, same with ppl's response to others abt Yaelokre

ig at the end of the day, antis consume fandom, even if they aren't a majority, they are VERY vocal and its annoying and awful

[littlexdeaths]

hi mari!!

first of all i LOVE the way you write! i love how you write eddie so much and i had a request for whenever you get the time and if you want to write it… so, i saw this spicy video (iykwim) and there was this thing that honestly made everything so much hotter. when the guy took off his girls panties he hung them on himself (he was already hard obviously) and he then f*cked her like that until they finished even on different positions……. i was speechless i have never seen anything like it and it was hot as hell!

so i was thinking of maybe you writing something like that where eddie surprises the reader by hanging her panties/thong on his hard pack and doing the reader like that. i just thought that was such an eddie/dilf!eddie thing to do i had to tell you hehe tell me what you think👀🤭

hi darling!!

and thank you so much, that really means a lot to me 🥹

also, im so sorry this definitely isn’t what you asked for, but this thought is just stuck in my head and i had to get it out. besides i needed something to make me giggle today.

so i hope this okay 🥺

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: eddie is the biggest dork of all time, allusions to oral & sex, dick talk lmao

“Eddie, take them off please?” you whine, as he continues to brush his fingers over the elastic band.

He’s been at this for the last twenty minutes, touching you over your now soaked underwear. Before teasingly running his fingers back up along the seam.

And in turn driving you absolutely mad.

His eyes meet yours, mischief clouding his irises as he hooks his fingers beneath the elastic. He tugs them down slowly, letting his fingers graze along your thighs as he goes.

Once they are finally off you breathe a sigh of relief, spreading your legs wider for him. But he’s not looking at you now. Instead his gaze is focused on the pair of panties he has hooked around his index finger.

He swings them in a circle, ignoring your groan of annoyance, “Come on, Ed, what are you doing?”

If he hadn’t been teasing you for so long you might find his actions funny, but right now all you wanted was his face buried between your thighs.

“Just… hold on a second, babe.” He says, attempting to hold back a laugh. “I wanna try something.”

You watch in confusion as he suddenly pulls his hardened cock from the confines of his boxers. That confusion turns to mock horror as he hooks your panties around his shaft.

Eddie places his hands on his hips as he begins to swing them in a circle. The article of clothing begins to swing slightly, but it’s his cock that is gaining more momentum.

“Seriously, what are you doing?” You can’t help but laugh at the utter ridiculous display in front of you.

Your boyfriend peeks up at you from under his lashes, as he continues to swing his dick around even faster. His tongue pokes out from between his teeth, as a familiar look of concentration passes over his features.

“What’s it look like, sweetheart? Tryin’ to see if I can swing ‘em in a circle.”

[charmercharm3r]

it’s 12am, i have work at 9 but i literally cannot stop thinking about leeknow showering together fluff like it’s invading my thoughts rn

he’d be so sweet and gentle outside of bed (plenty of teasing as always) im just obsessed with the thought

-🌙 <3

i need a little sweetness on my page rn so here’s some food for thought :)

Masterlist

minho’s so gentle natured already, and also very touchy. showering together is a must! at least three times a week! it’s minho-law, strictly enforced or face the consequences (he’d only kiss ur forehead instead of ur lips for two days straight).

he likes to close the toilet lid and sit on it to watch while you undress so he can make you all flustered— we all know he has a staring problem, especially with his beloved. he won’t go out of his way to tease you during these softer times, but if the moment happens to present itself, he’s not gonna shy away. say you forget to grab another towel so you have to share one between the both of you. minho will use it on himself first while you stand there like a soggy lil puppy until he’s done, only then does he hand it to you and runs to get a fresh, clean one to wrap around your shoulders.

but if there isn’t one of those moments (rare), he likes to do everything for you. washing your hair, soaping your body, even helping you shave if you wanted. tbh it’s all an excuse to keep a hand on you at all times cus he’s touchy like that, and his love language is acts of service with a hint of physical skinship. i think he’d be the type to get in the shower with you even if he’d already taken one just to be near you, and encourages you to tell him about your day while you’re stuck in there with him. “you can’t leave, or else you’ll be dirty. so either you can be stinky in bed or you can let me listen to you talk. choose wisely.”

on days he especially misses you, he’ll even dry your hair and help you apply lotion. his favorite part is skin care, sitting you on the nearest high surface to be eye level or taller than him and he can apply all your products with such a delicate touch. for lip balm, he puts it on himself, then leans in to kiss you. “what’s yours is mine, what’s mine is yours. that includes lip balm.”

[tumbleweed-run]

Still

Gale/Reader 2nd Person POV

You serve as a cock warmer for Gale back home in Waterdeep.

(Warning: cock warming, creampie, and breeding kink(vague but added for safety)

“Gale,” a whine escapes from you against your will. If you had any sense left you’d be ashamed of how needy you sound, but sense had abandoned you long ago. It feels as if you’ve been like this for hours

“A little longer,” Gale coos distractedly into your ear. Despite his words, he keeps writing with no sign of stopping. 

Despite the fact it isn’t particularly a warm day a thin sheen of perspiration has coated your entire body. Wearily, you drop your head onto Gale’s shoulder and focus on the sounds of the wave crashing below the balcony. A breeze dances across your naked skin, teasing relief for just a brief moment before the air is still once again. You inhale shakily, allowing your eyes to drift shut as you try to relax. Every muscle in your body is drawn, taught with the effort it’s taking not to move. 

Gale seems oblivious but there’s no way he truly could be. (gods you hope not) The only thing that gives him away is his cock, rock hard and buried deeply inside of you. The rest of him seems unaffected and focused on whatever it is he’s writing. Unlike you, he’s fully dressed, only the placket of his trousers is undone, allowing his cock to nestle inside of you.

It’s not painful but gods, do you ache. He feels impossibly deep, as if your bodies have settled around each other and yours has drawn him in further than he’s ever been. There’s a burn deep inside your belly, too, and your half convinced the second Gale begins to move that you’ll come immediately. You want to move so badly, it wouldn’t take much to just rock against him. You’re finding it hard to think of anything else. 

At first, you’d tried teasing him. Fluttering your cunt around his cock in an effort to distract him, but Gale would have none of it. His only acknowledgment of your efforts was a quick pinch to your nipple before dropping his arm down around your waist. He might not be holding you down, but the promise is there if you were brave enough to try moving on him. The closest your daring had gotten was a shiver as you realized. 

So you sit, aching and trying desperately not to whimper as the only movement from Gale is the gentle sway of his arm as he writes. 

You don’t even notice when it stops at first until he drops his quill. The sound like a bomb in the silence. Somehow your body manages to tense even more in anticipation. 

“You’ve been so good for me,” Gale praises softly in your ear, his voice rumbling his chest at your back.

Your body trembles. You’re not sure if it's from anticipation or exhaustion. 

“What do you want my love?” He asks softly, the hand from around your waist gently smoothing up and down your stomach. 

“To move,” you’re nearly begging. 

Gale laughs. “Since you were amazing, how about I move?”

He doesn’t wait for a response, instead both of his hands drop to your hips as he gently rocks his own upwards. Realistically you know he can go no deeper but the movement alone is such a relief that you almost sob. It doesn’t take much - only a few more thrusts and his hand dipping down between your folds. His fingers barely brush against your clit before you’re sobbing loudly as you come. Gale holds you tight against him, rocking you through the waves of your orgasm. 

Once they subside, your body becomes lax, your muscles no longer willing or able to hold you up. Gale isn’t deterred. Instead, he grips onto your hips and lifts you slightly - beginning to fuck into you in earnest. He’s chasing his own orgasm now, each stroke upwards is simply for his own pleasure. And you allow him body limp, head lulled back onto his broad shoulder jostling with each movement. The slick sounds of his cock pistoning in and out of you fill the room, drowning out even the sounds of the waves below. 

It should be degrading, the way Gale’s using your body. 

You love it. 

“So perfect,” he grunts into your ear, “so perfect and soft for me.”

Everything you know about this man tells you he’s close. From the rippling of his stomach against your back, to the way his moans are punched from him. You’re entire body is bouncing with each thrust, his hands move behind your thighs opening you wider for him. Gale comes with a thrust so hard that his entire chair scrapes against the floor as it moves with the force. You can feel him spending into you, warm pulses paint your insides. You can’t do much but whimper as he pins you against his thighs as he fills you. 

“So perfect,” he whispers this time, a few minutes later as your skin cools in the evening air, “you are so perfect.”

[joanna-lannister]

3x06 // 8x05

requested by anonymous

[necrotic-nephilim]

For the ask game: AU where during Tim's search for Bruce, Ra's agrees to help him on one condition: Tim will sleep with him. (It's probably some kind of scheme on Ra's part.) How their dynamic would change with more overt sexual undertone underlying their interactions...

for the ask game!

UGH i love this type of thing so much. in my heart, this is canon. to me. Ra'sTim my fucked up beloveds you two are so terrible for each other.

so what i think is fun and often misunderstood in fanon is that Tim didn't go to Ra's, Ra's went to Tim. so it's even more fun if Ra's goes to Tim, and has that condition he holds over Tim's head. offering all of Ra's' resources, full access to his computers, someone just genuinely believing Tim and working with him. i think, a lot of it would be a mind game for Ra's. sure he wants to fuck Tim, but more than that, he wants to see Tim's reaction. he expects an immediate no, in the way Tim is so hesitant to work with Ra's in the first place. he's pushing Tim's buttons and basically treating Tim like a rat in a maze. so when Tim says yes, and doesn't seem to hesitate too much. *that's* intriguing. because in a perfect world for Ra's, Tim says yes because of a genuine returned attraction. but Ra's isn't quite sure if that's the reason. it could just be because of Tim's search for Bruce. so Ra's would really push it, see how far he could take the sex. it's simple sex first, but Ra's gets more and more interesting each time. slowly working in kinks just to see where Tim draws the line in the sand, and if Ra's can convince Tim to cross that line.

on Tim's side, i think it's fun if you play with Tim being so deep in the closet he doesn't even realize he's bisexual, yet. so to him, sex with Ra's doesn't *really* count as sex. he knows Ra's is weirdly obsessed with him, and Tim wants to play that to his advantage. he likes the power that obsession gives him, within the League. so, if it takes some sex to satiate Ra's, Tim mentally views it as like, a training session. no worse than those unpleasant endurance trainings Bruce used to make them all do. and i like the accidental catch-22 of it. where at first, the sex does very little for Tim. but the more Ra's gets creative and kinky about it, the more Tim *actually* starts to enjoy it. Tim's bisexual crisis except it's over a centuries-old man showing him the joys of sadomasochism in an agreement that was supposed to be totally normal for Tim bc he just gets himself into these situations.

i think one of the biggest changes would be Tim's sheer amount of power and immunity in the League would be even higher. *everyone* can tell Ra's is fucking Tim, he's not really trying to hide it with the way he looks at Tim and touches him in front of everyone. Tim tries to stay clinical and professional, but you can only look so respected working when Ra's is basically stroking your chest as you work. there are whispers, people keep tellin Ra's not to trust this random son of the Bat, but no one will say it to Tim's face. it'd give Tim more power over Ra's' operation outside of the Bruce search. sure, Tim can't change the nature of the League of Assassins, but he can. tip the scales a bit. pull Ra's back from being lethal in certain situations, convince Ra's not to engage in other places. Tim is careful not to overextend this power so he doesn't lose it, but everyone else sees just how much power Tim has. he even start working on taking people out from under Ra's, when Tim goes nuclear and leaves. like how Tim basically steals Prudence, he steals some other younger Assassins he thinks he can convince to come to his side. because he's with Ra's, he starts to command a level of respect so it's not a difficult thing to do. sure, Tim's just the kid keeping Ra's' bed warm. but also, he's the kid *Ra's* deemed worthy enough to be involved with, so it's a double-edged sword of both disgust and respect held for Tim.

it's so funny to me if Tim starts to catch feelings. Ra's of course has feelings, but Tim has never noticed his feelings for a man before so he's fucking panicking internally. and worse, he's not doing a good job of hiding it. Ra's is perceptive and has centuries of experience on Tim. so he can tell. he sees the look on Tim's face when Ra's does a genuine romantic gesture with no strings attached. and that's when Ra's really leans into it. the sex is one thing, but now it's courting. gifts, pet names, kisses, praise, the whole nine yards. and Tim doesn't outwardly deny any of it because he just... doesn't know what to do with it. he could handle stupidly good sex. but this?? this is new territory. he's constantly reminding himself Ra's isn't a good person. which isn't hard to do but still, Tim's just a little torn internally. also. i think Ra's would at least try to kill Captain Boomerang, if not outright succeed, as a courting present for Tim. and Tim is *horrified*, but then again, in canon, he almost personally killed Boomerang. so maybe. there's something nice about having Boomerang dead, while escaping culpability. Ra's thinks his corruption crusade is working on Tim and is absolutely gloating about it. they even go on a proper date.

but, in the end, Tim still backstab Ra's. i think Ra's would still try to go for control of WI, but would be convinced Tim would be totally okay with it and offers to share control with Tim. that's how Tim betrays him, he's allowed to handle so much of the paperwork, Ra's has no idea until it all goes through that he actually has no control. it's The betrayal. because Tim will always betray his love for what he thinks is the right thing to do. the infamous scene, where Ra's kicks Tim out of a window would go a lot differently. instead of a dramatic fight, it's deeply wounded betrayal. in canon Ra's always knew Tim was never in his pocket, but in this AU, he was naive enough to fall for it. and he's angry. he's angry at Tim, angry at himself. i think he'd straight up try to kidnap Tim. less "kick Tim out a window" and more "intimately hold a knife to Tim's throat" vibes. they part ways, but there's still. something lingering. the bridge isn't fully burned and Ra's is still going to seek out Tim when he needs help, and Tim will seek out Ra's. they'll never trust each other again. but they also can't seem to stop loving each other. Tim hides it from the Batfamily and Ra's never gives Tim that level of control in the League again but. the "i didn't know who else to got to." moments are inevitable and there are whispers in the villain community about how you better be careful around Red Robin because if you're not, you'll piss off the Demon Head. unspoken, deadly protection while still sort of trying to kill each other.

[l3viat8an]

More straw.page stuff :D y’all are so sweet <33

WHAOMGSHGS THE LIL EARS ‘N HEARTS!!!- HES SO CUTE NONNIE I LOVE HIM 😭🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

A spider?!- not the biggest fan of them tbh but he looks friendly so I’ll let him stay XD

[pollyna]

Teenage Bradley angst-ing because he wants to ask Ice to adopt him too vs adult Bradley running for the hills because the first thing he has to do when he's back from the mission is getting the certificate he printed in 2011 and run to their home to ask Ice to be legally his dad too.

[bonnieisaway]

Seven and memories, what'd you say about them? Like as a theme

bro i've said a LOT about seven and memories (i assume you mean memories in general: fair warning, i have not watched past s5e4 or so)

Seven has like a really complex relationship with memories. Even just like the concept of them. He values memories A LOT, he keeps pictures up on his wall where he'll look every single day while he's getting dressed so that he won't forget these things (because I fully, 1000%, without a doubt, GENUINELY believe Seven is scared of forgetting everything again randomly. This is canon I don't care if I don't have proof) and these memories are the reason he keeps going.

But on the other hand, Seven thinks these memories define his personality and are why he's the way he is, when that's not true. Seven is a brilliant demonstration of nature vs nurture, because in "both lives" he is inherently compassionate and caring and sympathetic to other people, he just had to repress that in his past, and couldn't let that show. The Girl in White broke down his walls so easily because he always was a compassionate person. He never would've saved her and never would've left Xuanwu if he wasn't. When he came to Chicken Island with his brain having been fucking factory reset to the system default, he was a kind, trusting, compassionate person. Because that's just who he is. His memories don't define him, but they keep him going. They are his purpose.

Seven's memories are also compared to a certain flower in season 3- the epiphyllum. (or- they're referred to as 'tanhua,' they're epiphyllum oxypetalum) (which I always forget the name of, and spend a goddamn hour looking for!) We see a sequence, surrounded by other things representing his memories, of epiphyllum flowers on a windowsill blooming, and then dying. Epiphyllums bloom only for one single night, and we see them die at sunrise on the windowsill. These flowers symbolize how good things don't last - but on the more positive side, are incredibly lucky to have experienced seeing them bloom, and that short period should be highly treasured, even if it ended so soon. Which. I mean it's pretty blatant here the point they're trying to make about Seven's memories, given this is shown to us near the end of season 3- these good times are over, but that's okay, because they're still worthwhile, and they still mean the world to Seven, and they're worth fighting for - and Seven is always going to fight for these, shown by the ant on the windowsill picking up a fallen petal and walking away with it - Seven will always carry these memories with him.

I can't really think of anything else related to Seven and memories off the top of my head but I've probably said more somewhere in my profile. Memories are a big thing in this show.

(The original analysis for Seven and the epiphyllums - and the rest of that sequence - is from here)

[petit-etoile]

hi! :) i love your writing!! Could i request an Astarion fic based on the Mahmoud Darwish Quote “they asked ‘do you love her to death’ / i said ‘speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life.’”?

it's  our  last  chance  ( we'll  get  it  right  )

pairing: astarion/tav wordcount: 2,902 content warnings: canonical discussions of death, spoilers for astarion's act iii romance, spiritual interlude to this fic, references to cann.ibalism as a metaphor for love, an exploration of how s.ex can be healing, the faintest hints of a mortal!tav but that's up to the reader, what if s.ex cures vampirism ? other tags:  canon compliant,  character study,  introspection,  codependency,  religious imagery & symbolism,  p.orn with plot archiveofourown: here.

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summary:  ‘Gale asked me tonight if I loved you,’ Astarion tells you. ‘He asked if I loved you purely. I’ve never loved anything purely in my life, but I knew what he meant. He asked, ‘Will you love them to death?’ That’s why I brought you here tonight.’

This is a night reminiscent of the day he died.

The sun has faded out over the horizon. The streets are bloodied once more, and hundreds of shadows have transformed into the shape of a bat.

Astarion’s grave is very old and covered with moss. You watch as he kneels in front of it and brushes his fingers across his name in reverence. You join him and cross your fingers together in prayer. You don’t know what you’re praying for but you mumble the words under your breath. It isn’t until you start digging that you begin to understand why you’re really here. You dig and dig and find relics of a life you never knew  —  dead flowers and childhood toys, tears that you cry. A mother and father’s love.

Astarion looks so much younger now that Cazador no longer hangs over his very being. The tension around his eyes has lessened, and even though he’s feeling something you can’t imagine, he wears the smallest smile as you uncover the gifts left behind by his family. Proof that Astarion lived, proof that Astarion existed. You dig until your fingers reach nothing and then you turn to him. He means to plant a seed and watch it grow.

He hands you seeds from a flower you can’t remember the name of. You pour them into the depths of this grave and fill it back up with dirt. You drop handfuls and wait for it to rain. You turn your chin up to the sky and wait for the storm clouds to release rapture.

‘I love you,’ Astarion says suddenly.

He looks at you like a man learning to see for the first time. The softness of his features only intensifies the longer he looks at you. Astarion is always made up of hard angles and harsh lines but tonight, he looks upon you with an earnestness you haven’t seen for him in quite some time. You’re caught off-guard when he caresses your cheek.

If Baldur’s Gate were to weather a storm tonight, Astarion would be the warmth from the cold of the rainstorm. You close your eyes at his touch and lean your cheek into it, nuzzling his palm. Astarion decides that it isn’t enough. He’s selfish, manipulative, roguish and cruel, but when he leans forward and kisses you with his plump mouth, you forget about all those things. It’s healing. You open your lips for him.

‘I love this,’ he murmurs, snaking a hand down to the small of your back. ‘And I want it all.’

The storm breaks overhead, but Astarion covers your body with his and you forget that you hate the sound of thunder. He kisses the very soul of you, and you can’t help but lean into his touch. There’s something about the way he nips at your skin that infinitely thrills you. How could a man so determined to be dangerous, so keen on becoming the most powerful man in the world melt at the sound of your voice? Had Astarion always been this weak for you, or was this a new transgression in his never ending quest to crush his desires?

Astarion kisses you.

He is the only thing that quenches your thirst.

He knows that.

When you first fell from the illithid ship, you had felt a hunger unlike any other swell up in your gut. It was freedom you had never experienced, and somehow, you came out on top. What happened after that was only like the romances you had read about. When a beast hunter falls in love with their bounty, when a mortal loves their immortal despite the difference, when an angry vampire becomes softer and softer the more he learns about kinder touch. You’re a romantic, after all.

You think that you should talk about it. You want to ask Astarion if he’s sure. But of course he’s sure, he’s never been surer of anything. Asking him now would be a disservice, you think. He’s worked so hard to come this far. You don’t ask. You kiss Astarion back like you’ve never kissed anyone before.

His mouth is yearning. Astarion pines for you like a prince pines for a sweetheart  —  and his mouth and his tongue and his teeth are so overwhelming that you can’t help but cling to his shoulders, using him as a lifeline.

He turns his cheek against yours and sighs wistfully against your skin. Slowly, carefully, Astarion presses his fingers between your legs curiously. He does it just to hear you gasp. You meet his eyes, and your cheeks burn so hotly you think you might be dizzy. Astarion consumes your soul. He presses you down in the flowers you planted above his grave. Clover, daisies, and asters grow around, twirling in your hair as Astarion collapses into your arms. You hold him as he shakes.

‘I was dead before I met you,’ Astarion whispers in the crook of your neck. ‘I was a ghost.’

‘You’re alive now,’ you promise. He cradles your soul in his hands. ‘You’re alive now and you’re the sun, and I love you.’

Maybe it’s not that you aren’t sure Astarion is ready. You’re nervous about the setting. It’s not that it’s inappropriate or dire, but that anyone could see at any time and you were a selfish creature. For so long, it has always been you and Astarion and everyone else. Now, Astarion presses into the space between your hips and mouths at your chest. He tastes your skin and your nipples, and you shiver at the touch. He eats your heart. You’re grateful.

‘I’m not convinced,’ Astarion says roughly. ‘Should I die, where will I go?’

‘You will go where I go,’ you say as he sinks into your flesh. ‘You are half my soul. I’ll beg the gods. We can never be one without the other.’

‘And if they deny you?’

‘I’ve already killed gods,’ you say. ‘What are a few more if they deny me my love?’

Astarion lets out a satisfied hum, content with the fruit you have given him. He ripens you with his fingers and you turn your head. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and allow him to caress your sides, closing your eyes as he touches the more ticklish parts of your body. He nibbles at your collarbones

You say, ‘This isn’t your grave.’

Astarion’s mouth ghosts over your skin, and finally, he sinks his cock into you until you’re gasping for air. It pushes and fills and causes lights to dance in the corner of your eyes. You touch the little hairs at the nape of his neck to distract yourself.

‘You’re right,’ Astarion says softly.

‘A place of rebirth.’

‘A place of happiness, my love,’ he says. ‘Now when I see it  —  ’

‘More,’ you whisper.

You feel a rush of tenderness sweeping through your veins. You are drawn to it like a moth to light, and you chase Astarion as he flees from you, sliding your hips back against his so that he’s never gone for too long. You waited patiently for Astarion. Every touch, every kiss is a feeling so rare that you can’t help but savor it. You admire the vulnerability he shows you, and when he leans back to lift your hips higher for a better angle, you moan softly and cry.

Astarion’s fingers burn holes into your skin. He leaves a wildfire against your skin. It leaves you wanting more. But you’re always going to want more, aren’t you? Even a lifetime of Astarion is not enough. You seek the warmth in his gaze.

You aren’t sure how long you’ll last. The time between your trysts and the sheer passion causes you to be needy. He likes it that way too. Likes the way that you’ll always seek him out first. The first in your heart. The first in your soul. You wish you could pour yours out of your body to give it to him. He’s half your soul regardless of what he might say. You never understood the concept of an immortal soul until now. You pull Astarion back to you and kiss him, teeth to teeth.

But it’s not enough.

You don’t think it will ever be enough. You dig your nails into his spine and hold onto him. You cry weakly. It feels too good and like it’s too much at the same time. You part your legs wider and drag him further, hypnotized by the feel of his thighs beneath yours. Astarion shows an enthusiasm you haven’t seen in a while, and you’re reminded of how much you’ve craved him. The knife at your throat, the scowl on his face, the night at the party… Astarion is all-consuming. You never thought it would happen.

At first, you thought Astarion was primed to ignore you forever. You were kind and good and sweet, and now you knew that was everything Astarion was looking for. He tastes your kindness and goodness and sweetness and becomes drunk on the taste of your shared fate.

Astarion bites you on the shoulder but for once, it isn’t to draw blood and feed upon what makes you who you are. It’s a lover’s bite. An inquisitive nibble. That part of sharing is what this is about. He meant it when he said you were more than blood, more than a fling. You always thought about it…

Astarion proving his love to you now was welcomed. You summon a new life for him here during this pale evening. A life where he will not know hurt. A life where he will not be betrayed by those he trusted. Astarion was in your hands now, a crow on your wrist. He sings you a pretty song against your neck. He’s vocal now, content with moaning and mewling as he takes his pleasure in the warmth of your body. You wish you could bottle up his pretty song and take it with you forever.

You press your mouth to the sharp curve of Astarion’s ear, sneaking a kiss against the pointy tip. ‘Come closer to me, my love,’ you whisper. ‘No one must know.’

‘Everyone must know,’ Astarion disagrees softly.

‘Even the birds?’ you ask. ‘Even the trees?’

Astarion smiles. You can feel it. ‘The entire world must.’

‘Are we in love?’ you ask him softly, looking upon him fondly.

‘We are,’ he says, laughing.

You are in love like you have never been in love before. Astarion is a romantic and he cherishes this new world with you. He’s intoxicated by the freedom of your scent. And it’s not as though it’s any different for you. You wrap your legs tightly around his hips and keep him there, and when his arms shake and tremble, you accept his weight.

You kiss his throat and he raises his chin so you can kiss it more. You’ll pretend that it doesn’t entice you. You want to sink your teeth in like he has, to share with him that quiet exaltation. Astarion gives it to you more and more, and finally, you can no longer tame that part of you set to rupture. Your pleasure causes your vision to burn almost.

There is a world where you and Astarion have never met. A world where the mindflayers never devised a plan and you were still searching for enlightenment. The thought of it scares you so you cling to him and you climb into his sternum, holding onto his skin while the world is remade in your image. A world without Astarion is not a world worth living. You know that to be true. That’s why you’re here now.

Astarion follows suit in quick, frantic strokes. He loses himself in the quake of your core and digs his fingers into the dirt next to your head for stability. You watch as pleasure overtakes him and he wavers, choking on a ragged moan. You press unfocused kisses against his shoulders and sink beneath the earth.

It’s a good thing Astarion finds his confidence in the taste of your bones. He eats from you an essence that would make him strong. When he sits up, eyes soft around the edges and mouth swollen from your love, you can see the change in him. Have his shoulders always been that wide? Has his back always been that straight? Has the majesticness of his attitude always been so grandiose?

Astarion holds out his fingers and you kiss the tips of them. You give him a blessing and watch as his skin begins to glow. Cazador had unmade a proud man. You have rehabilitated a broken man.  But Astarion is not defined by his brokenness, not authenticated by his terrors and trauma, but by the whims he has shown you tonight.

When Astarion pulls you from the bed you made in the grass, you can see a dim light filtering through the overhead tree. A familiar sight, like the first time. You pull his jacket over your head to avoid any more mess and become acutely aware that Astarion is watching you breathe. He listens with that frightening vampiric hearing as your lungs exhale. He smiles as your heartbeat settles.

You distract yourself as he enjoys his orgasm by making him a crown of flowers. You twist them expertly like you once did in your youth, and when Astarion turns his head, you give him a kingdom. The fresh green of the leaves accentuates the paleness of his hair.

You know what you’ve done even if the world does not. It was an objectively stupid thing to do, Astarion said so himself. Life is a challenge, and you were not a quitter. If anything, you knew that you deserved it. A ghost called your name and you answered, unfrightened by the specter’s cold touch. Slowly, you replaced that frigid air with your own heat until there was nothing but fog in the aftermath.

‘Sometimes,’ Astarion begins when he’s ready, ‘I still have these cruel thoughts. This fear still consumes me but… It’s so unlike before I hardly recognize it.’

‘You’re not his first son anymore,’ you say.

Astarion smiles and slides the crown from his head. He twirls it between his fingers. ‘Not  —  Not that fear, no. Something else.’

‘What else could frighten you?’

‘Everything,’ Astarion confesses. ‘I listen to your heart when you sleep for any change. I check your face every day for any extra wrinkles.’

You laugh. ‘I’m still young,’ you insist. ‘We have time, Astarion. I am with you every moonrise.’

‘The worst thing about loving you is that I will never stop,’ Astarion says, staring at his headstone. ‘I don’t want you to die in a world where I could still love you.’

You think you’re going to be sick. You don’t mean to cry, but you do. You burrow your face in your hands and weep so hard Astarion wraps his jacket around you and kisses your head, shushing you until you’ve let it all out. It’s…not how you wanted to end the evening.

‘You didn’t let me finish, my love,’ he murmurs against your forehead.

‘Then go on,’ you say miserably.

‘I will never stop loving you,’ Astarion says again. ‘For a thousand more years and one.’

You twist the knuckle on your middle finger anxiously. You don’t know what to say. You don’t know what to feel.

‘Gale asked me tonight if I loved you,’ he tells you. ‘He asked if I loved you purely. I’ve never loved anything purely in my life, but I knew what he meant. He asked, ‘Will you love them to death?’ That’s why I brought you here tonight.’

You look at him suspiciously, and his ardor steals your breath away. His jacket slips from your shoulders. You watch as he fixes the carvings in his headstone and adds to them in a sprawling language you’re almost too exhausted to read. Eventually, you find your voice again. You lean your cheek against his shoulder, and if your eyelashes are wet against his skin, he says nothing about it.

‘Tonight,’ Astarion says, ‘and on top of my grave, you have brought me back to life. That is a debt that cannot be repaid.’

You turn to him and this time it is your turn. You take Astarion’s jaw in your hands and lift his mouth to yours, kissing him so sweetly you’re almost certain that he swoons from the touch. It’s like kissing him for the first time, a kiss that sweeps over and over, until the ocean of night sweeps over you and you melt into his sinew.

 ‘You love me?’ you ask him just to hear him say it again.

‘I love you,’ Astarion says.

Love is not always in the eyes of the goddess. Love is buried somewhere most will never find it. It is healing, it is sweeping, it is gratifying. It is watching your lover’s hair turn grey strand by strand every morning. It is chasing the sun before it falls beneath the stars every evening.

You think you get it now.

Astarion rests his cheek against your palm, and for the first night since he was turned into a vampire, he slumbers in your touch. He dreams of a future where you are both mortal and laughing.

‘I love you too,’ you confess, and Astarion smiles in his sleep.

[yandere-yearnings]

happy new years to you too nonnie!! i apologise for being late on the reply myself but thank you for your well wishes, hopefully the new year has started on a good leg for you so far🩷 and thank you for the hugs and kitties, i will treasure them❗️❗️ i love you too🥺💕

i don't think any of them would see it as a test to their masculinity per se, but you'd get varying degrees of push back bc their personalities mean that;

Sun would get flustered. Not only from the close proximity of your face and his when you're trying to get a clean stroke of eyeliner, but just the implication that you think he's pretty enough to doll up. He's standing in front of you and watching your eyes rake over his entire form while figuring out whether you like this outfit or the other better, and he loves the attention as much as it has his stomach in knots from the butterflies.

Depending on how much your envy impacts how you interact with him, you could probably be looking at a breakdown on his end. At your feet, on his knees and apologising — there's tears in his eyes and he's sorry that he has what you want for yourself, he'd give it all to you if he could, pluck out every single eyelash and leave them in your hands with zero hesitation. Sun has this need to be seen that even he doesn't realise, and he'd tear himself apart for it. The minute you start to look at him in the pieces of what he is rather than who he is, an ugly desperation begins to rear its head.

Dice is the type to brush you off if you ever say you want to do something. Asking him if you can put makeup on him, or have him try out clothes for you isn't going to get you any sort of response outside of a three-second deadpan stare. He has a business to run, alcohol to drink, money to gamble — there's no time for you and entertaining your whims.

Not unless you make it.

He's a very big advocate of the concept of taking what you want, so it's only if you wrangle him into a seat and prime his face for some powder, that he'll sit back and let you have your way. Use a little bit of force, throw a dress at him and tell him to wear it and he'll be obedient, he likes to get pushed around. If he catches wind of the fact that you envy him, he'll have the time of his life teasing you about it; he meets your stray glances with a smirk and a 'you just wanna be me so bad, huh?'

Vio would be indifferent to an extent, just because it isn't anything out of the ordinary for him. He's an actor, hair and makeup is his second skin, and he's dressed to the nines on rotation — in fact, if you wanted to quit your job as his manager and switch to a station in his dressing room, he really wouldn't care enough to oppose you. All that being said, since his career has taken the novelty from the activity, it isn't his ideal way to spend quality time with you.

On your envy, honestly, Vio would be more surprised if you weren't jealous of him. You should know better than anyone just how perfect he is, right? It's normal that insecurity will rise if you're around him as frequently as you are, so he doesn't even try to understand its source. It isn't very obvious, and probably comes across conceited like most of the things he says, but he will reassure you in his own way. Just a bit. 'It's stupid. You've got me.' Even if you feel you've got gaps in you, Vio is whole, he can cover all the missing parts.

Laurent never fails to be endeared by the things you propose. When he was younger, his little sisters also employed him as their model, but now he's a thirty-something year old man too roughed up by the world to be considered cute, and there you are with a brush in hand promising to make him prettier. It's amusing, sure, yet more than anything, he is enamoured. There's a peace that washes over him, sitting patiently for you as you gauge what top to make him try on first, all he has to do is follow your lead, and he can't remember the last time he was allowed a luxury like that.

You can be assured that Laurent would never judge you if you told him about feeling envious. If anything, it might just open up the doors for a conversation that he likely needed to have with someone at one point in his life. He's a deeply emotionally-repressed person, the context may differ, but the gnawing of want is more familiar to him than the act of breathing. Looking at someone and thinking, if only I could have what they have... could he be happier? He'd never know. The opportunity to find out was never his to take. Thus, he certainly won't misunderstand you, or think you're coming from a place of mal-intent. If offering up his body for you to take for a spin was an option, he'd have done so in a heartbeat.

[peace-hunter]

Hi! I hope you’re doing well!!

I have just realised that we hardly ask you anything in terms of lore so I was wondering do you have any headcanons for the ghost au that you are looking forward to draw? Or is there something an anon has sent in that has brought you immense joy regarding the au?

Thank you for the time you put in for the artwork! Don’t apologise for how long you take, your enjoyment of creating this au comes first!

AAAAHHHH that's so kind of you nonnie o(TヘTo)!!

truth is i do have quite a bit of asks asking about the lore of the haunted au! which i'm so very thankful for and looking forward to replying to them! but i'm very slow and it's taking me way too much time to get to them OTL

as it is i have several pieces on the back burner that i hope you guys will like! i absolutely adore every single ask i get so i can't really choose one in particular but you guys are so much funnier than me about my own au sometimes i can only hope i do justice to the things you send me akjshdjksad

there is one (1) joke i am excited to finish drawing and it's so dumb and not even that funny but it makes me laugh so you're gonna have to suffer through it i apologize in advance (/▽＼)

[wonusite]

i just want to say that society moved on too fast from daddy!gyu and babygirl + daddy!wonwoo and bunny foursome 🫠

literally it’s like the hottest idea ever, so why people haven’t even mentioned that for such a long time 😫😫

and since i’m too them-deprived, do you have any more scenarios in your amazing-creative-wonderful-talented head of yours? because i’m sure you do 😏

- 😵‍💫 nonny

actually you’re right omfg

okay so here’s one that i’ve thought about—

daddy!gyu and babygirl have invited daddy!wonu and bunny over for some drinks. it’s all going well until two besties start getting touchy and calling each other pretty. they’re giggly and flirty, unaware that their daddies have their full attention now.

bunny is the first to notice and whispers in babygirl’s ear that they should give them a show. they have to be coy abt it bc of course they do lmao.

“daddy, you don’t care if i give bunny a kiss?”

the way babygirl says it is innocent and almost naive. daddy!gyu shares a look w daddy!wonu who silently agrees. the air is potent with lust as they watch the two make out. cute moans and giggles already have them rock hard, and it’s not until daddy!wonu tells bunny to make babygirl feel true pleasure that it all starts going fast.

so now daddies have their cocks out, jerking off as their girls finger and eat each other out. several orgasms later bunny pouts at their very patient daddies bc as sweet as babygirl tastes, nothing compares to cock.

“come play with us, daddy.” bunny moans softly as babygirl sucks on her hardened nipple.

“please, daddy.” babygirl joins in after releasing bunny’s nipple with a lewd pop.

as always daddy!gyu and daddy!wonu give into what their girls want. so they start fucking them, cocks throbbing wildly as pretty moans mix in and wanton cries of daddy! permeate the air. bunny and babygirl start to make out again as they’re getting stretched open and stuffed full of cum. insatiable lust takes over their mind which makes them want to take things further.

when they pull out, babygirl tells gyu to not let his friend’s cum go to waste and lap it up out of bunny’s soiled cunt. bunny grins and suggests her daddy do the same. so they do, cocks leaking and throbbing painfully as they eat out their friend’s girl. it’s all so lewd and nasty, but the moans of pleasure encourage them to keep going.

then, babygirl and bunny tell them they want to share fully bc they have shared everything since they became friends. and so wonu fucks babygirl while mingyu fucks bunny. they do it across from each other so their girls can still make out with each other and touch what they want since it seems like they love to do that.

the alcohol has long worn off, and now everyone is only drunk on lust and sex. sounds of aroused moans and grunts mix in with skin slapping and lewd squelching. bunny tells the daddies they have to come inside bc it’s her and babygirl’s turn to get their treat. so they do and watch as their girls 69 to eat their daddy’s cum out of their friend’s sweet pussy.

they spend the night, all cuddled up on the huge bed with promises to do it all over again 😮‍💨

[ropebunnykant]

I don't think we've talked enough about how Kant just randomly inhales Bison's hair like he can't control himself. Bison's just there being all wistful and contemplative, meanwhile Kant's snorting him like he's a line of coke! Nobody does natural affection/intimacy like those two, gah.

you must not follow lauren @sunsetsover cause she has talked about it quite a bit skdkekf but you’re so real, nonnie. listen, i said it when lauren was talking about it, but like of course kant is sniffing him like a newborn! he hadn’t gotten to hold him in days let alone EVER without guilt and now he can be his full self. who happens to have a massive scent kink. to quote @deliriousblue , were it not for the position they were in, kant would have been in bison’s armpit. and i love that for him

also yes fk are sooo good at natural affection. that whole scene is a great example, like the sniffing, the nose bite, the temple kiss! it was so good