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Fire and Desire (18+)

Hey loves! Hope you’re well <3 Just a little fic, I got the idea at 4am LOLLL, it’s my first time writing smut, and angst so I’m so so sorry if it’s bad 😭, but I do hope you guys enjoy, maybe I’ll write a part 2 if you guys enjoy these enough. The fic was also inspired by two songs, Fire and Desire - Drake and Wish You Were Sober - Conan Gray, two different genres of music but I love both songs soooo, which is also one of the reasons why I named the fic “Fire and Desire.” Sorry about the angst in advance hehe. 

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Anyways sit back, relax (well maybe not after reading the angst LOL SORRY), and enjoy the fic!! <3 J 

Pairings: jenna ortega x fem! Reader

Warnings: SMUT (sex, fingering, eating out, dirty talk), ANGST!! 

This fic is STRICTLY 18+, as it involves adult themes, minors DNI, you are responsible for your own social media intake, which includes reading entertainment which this fic falls under, so one last warning- this fic is 18+. Thank you!

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Her body was my altar where I laid my hands on her sacred space, my body is her holy grail where my oceans is her gift to behold.

If the stars ever aligned for anybody, they aligned for you, for you and Jenna that is. Two naïve women who sought love and lust but could never tell the difference. Jenna was your co-star in a yet to be released romance movie “The Language of Love,” and to your delight, you were each other’s love interest, beforehand, you hate to admit it, but you did have a slight crush on Jenna, I mean, who wouldn’t? You never sought after it though, it was just a silly celebrity crush. Or so you thought, Jenna took a liking to you quickly and the connection you guys developed spread like wildfire, it was like you knew her in another dimension. Of-course, you being you developed feelings, love, or lust? You could never tell the difference, but the stars were aligned for you remember? Jenna felt the same, the only thing is she felt lust, she had an intense desire for you, for your sanction, but most importantly, for your soul. And this intense desire for your soul is why you couldn’t tell if what you guys had was love or lust. Lust. It became lust quick, maybe it was wrong because you wanted more but you had to keep her, you had to have her, and she had to have you. So, you guys did, friends with benefits that is.

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“Fuck y/n… you’re so wet for me, aren’t you?” Jenna breathes, hot, upon your skin.

 She sat on top of your lap; you were seated on the couch, she had control, you were taller and bigger than her, but during sex she had power, a power so strong she made you feel small, she was a goddess, and you were just a worshiper.

 “Y-yes” you panted, you couldn’t take it anymore, you needed her in you. You escape the grasp of her hands that was holding your wrists down beside you and grab a hold of her cheeks pulling her into your taste, she tasted sweet with a hint of salt from the lone sweat that squeezed through gaps onto your tongue, your tongues fighting for power turned into delightful dancing, both organs swaying with each other.

 “Fuck, Jenna, I need you in me.” You pleaded.

“Not that easy, amor, be a good girl and beg, beg for me or I leave.”

 You scoff, looking her up and down, at the same time calling her bluff.

 “Well okay, if that’s what you want.” Jenna kisses your sweaty forehead and hops off your lap, as she starts to walk away you grab her wrist.

“No wait, Jen, please stay.” Staring to beg.

 She walks slowly towards you, enticing you with every step she takes closer. Knowing she wants more, you keep going.

 “Jenna Marie Ortega, I’ve never needed someone so bad, your heat is what I want upon my body, the taste of your tongue is my craving, you run through my mind like a marathon and if anyone could read my mind, they’d think I’m insane, please baby, I need you, I need you inside of me.” You begged.

You begged and she provided.

 “My good girl. Your wish is my command.”

 She sat on top of you once more and spread your legs wide, allowing yourself to welcome her in, you laid soft kisses on her neck as she traced her slender cold digits on your folds, making you whimper.

 “Patience is a virtue, baby.” She states.

 You keep placing soft baby kisses upon her skin, with tracks of your cherry flavoured ChapStick running from her collarbones to the edge of her jawline and your most favourite, her neck. And without warning, she dives in, propelling her ring and middle finger into you with exertion, making you buck your hips and

 “Fuck, Jen, you feel so good.” You praised.

 “Yeah? You like that don’t you, y/n?” She continues, using a come-hither motion, reaching your g-spot every time, with every stroke, your moans grew in decibels. Your ocean lubricates her fingers, making her ease into you even more, your insides pulsate with heat, grasping her as she continues, and for the cherry on top she placed her thumb on your throbbing clit, making you gasp.

 “Mhmh, Buena niña, that’s it, keep moaning, I know you’re close.”

She was right, you were close, your sinuses opened, your muscles tensed preparing for your orgasm.

 “Jenna, oh my God, please, I need to cum, keep going.” You begged.

“That’s my little slut.” She praised. “Say my name, y/n.”

“Jenna, please. Jenna, Fuck.”

“Nope, wrong name.”

“Mommy, fuck, please, let me cum.”

“When I get to 1, hold it in for me, baby. “

“Mommy.” You pleaded.

“5.” She quickens her pace; how could you hold it in till 1?

“4.” She slows down her thumb, making sure to get every angle of your clit, you have to hold it in, you can’t cum before 1.

“3.” She sticks her tongue down your throat, taking her soft organ in.

“2.”

This is it.

“You got this baby, nearly there, say my name, my actual one. 1.”

 Your orgasm crashes into you like a semi-truck, making your legs shake that she bounces up and down.

 “FUCKKK, Jenna, fuck.” You praised and panted at the same time.

 She giggles, and kisses your forehead, slowing down her pace, helping you ride out the high. Once your muscles relax and she hears you gasp for air, she takes her fingers out of you and runs your slick along your jaw and over your mouth, before she places it into her own, licking every bit of you off, but she missed a spot, your mouth. She giggles even more and goes in for a kiss.

 “You were so good, baby.” You praised her more.

“Always for you.”

 She sits next to you and caresses your hand, waiting for both of you to catch your breath so aftercare can take place. But you had other plans. You couldn’t let her have all the fun tonight. So, without warning, you tower over her and grab her neck, each finger found its place around her body part.

 “My turn.” You snicker, she licks her lips and bites it making a soft tut sound, knowing she’ll be in for a ride. Your tongue glides in her mouth, allowing her to take you in, that doesn’t last long as you glide your tongue down her neck, licking her every flavour, slowly making your way down to her abdomen where you spread her legs wide open so your tongue can meet with her clit. You lay your tongue flat on her tongue, making her gasp with delight.

 “Yes, y/n, you feel so good.” She praises you, making your heart beat faster.

 You flick your tongue up, making her jerk with excitement. “Fuck, yes, keep going.” She urges, now her turn to beg, allowing your hunger for her to grow stronger. You feel a warm slick coat your chin.

 “Hmph, you’re wet already? How pathetic.” You tease.

 You continue to suck on her clit, taking her in with fire and desire, with every suck, her moans deepen, her speech stutters, rendering her speechless with every move you make.

 “Shit, baby, I’m close.” She exclaims.

“Already?” You speak with pride.

“Your performance last round had me riled up, but anyways, keep going, don’t stop.”

 You leave her pulsating and wet clit, her being so wet, her juices spread to your tongue. You make your way to her entrance; she welcomes you in by pushing your head closer to her pussy entrance.

 You tease her more, “patience is a virtue.”

 “Baby, please, I’m so close.” She exclaims, while grabbing your hair, the sting hurts so good. You stick your tongue in, going in and out while devouring her juices and folds, sucking with every might you have. She likes it, loves it. Her pulling gets harder and harder, as you go down on her harder and harder.

 “Fuck, yes, right there.”

 And with one final insert, you hook your tongue up, hitting her g-spot.

 “OH MY GOD Y/N, YES, FUCK.”

 You kiss her pussy, helping her ride out the orgasm, as she did you.

 As you both sit up, both of you guys start laughing,

 “hahaha, fuck what a night.”

“I agree, I’m so glad you came over.”

“Always, for you.” You stood up throwing on your sweats, the same ones, Jenna eagerly tore off when the night started, you head towards the kitchen and grab two waters and a few snacks.

 “Here, love, drink and eat up.”

“Thank you, amor.” She reaches out for you, taking you in so your head rests upon her chest, hearing her heart beat with might.

 Your heart matches hers, well to be fair, she has yours, but did you have hers?

 “Jen?”

“Yes, love?”

“You’re so beautiful, you know that.”

She smiles, “I made you cum that good? Haha, you’re beautiful too.” She says back, kissing your forehead.

 “Well, I should probably go, early day tomorrow.” She says to you, while sitting up.

“Wait Jen, why don’t you stay the night?”

“That’s nice of you, love, but you know I can’t”.

“You know,” you start, about to take a very big leap and confess your love to her. “If we were to make us official, we wouldn’t have to hide and sneak around.”

 With an apologetic gaze, she furrows her eyebrows and looks down at her feet.

 “What?” She questions.

“Us, official, no one occupies my heart but you.”

“Y/n… You’re a great friend, and I love you so so so much, but we can’t, I’m sorry.”

 She scrambles for her bag and starts heading towards the door, she turns the handle and as you hear the click, she turns back at you.

 “We’re just sex y/n.”

 ~~

It’s been a week since your unrequited love mishap and not even an ‘I’m sorry from her’, work has been awkward, you’re an actress and so is Jenna, so hiding the way you both truly feel was an ease, feeling the sorrow was another thing, the only contact you and her made was during scenes, however, it didn’t help that you’re each other’s love interests. But lucky for you, it’s Friday, meaning you could wallow in self-pity for the entire weekend, you know you should try to get over her but when the stars aligned for you, how could you get over her?

 That night, after drowning your sorrows in pistachio ice cream a bunch load of gummy candy, chips, and takeout, accompanied by a Twilight marathon. Just before you call it a night, you hear 3 loud knocks, who could be at your door at nearly 2am in the morning? With caution, because you weren’t expecting anyone, when your sight aligns with the peep hole, your heart and stomach drops. Jenna. Confusion takes over you, what was Jenna doing at your apartment at 2am? She didn’t text you either, you see a mixture of rain and sweat on her forehead with loose pieces of hair sticking to her, making you giggle. You open the door.

 “Jenna? What’re you doing here.”

 “Hi, hi.” She says shivering, her arms hugging herself, to keep herself warm, her leather jacket wasn’t doing the job.

 “Oh, yes, sorry, come in, I’ll get you a blanket.”

 She takes a step in and takes off her wet shoes and stumbles her way towards your couch. You on the other hand make your way towards the guest bedroom and grab a spare blanket from the dresser, too occupied to see her stumbling. You make your way towards her and wrap her in the blanket.

 “Jen, are you okay? What’re you doing here?”

 “Hmmm,” she smiles and leans towards your shoulder, “I miss you y/n, baby.” She slurs.

 You scrunch your eyebrows as your realisation sets in, “Jen, are you drunk?”

 “Mhmhm, what a detective you are.”

 “Love, are you okay? How’d you get here?” You raise your concern.

 “Yesssss, duhhhhhh, and UUUUUBERRRRRRR, c’mon baby. I was at the local bar, and the bartender was my therapist, and as each second lingered, the thought of-.” You see her cheeks inflate, that’s not good. You know that sign all too well.

 “Oh! Jen here, let’s get you to the bathroom.”

 “No, I’m fine.” She assures.

 “Okay, fine, but here drink some water and eat something.”

 “You’re too good to me y/n. I don’t deserve you, anyway, the thought of you grew strongerrrrrrrrr.”

 Your heart races, does she know what she’s telling me? You try to brush it off, but your heart grew stronger and the blood in your cheeks rises, making you heat up and your cheeks blush. When you thought she couldn’t make you blush even more, she grabs your face, bringing you an inch away from hers, you can feel her breath and hear her breathing.

 “Y/n, I’m sorry for what I said, I-I was just scared, I love you.”

 With those three words, you were sure your heart stopped.

 “Jen…”

 “Shh don’t speak, just kiss me.”

 “No, baby, I can’t, you’re drunk.”

 “Boooooo, I miss your lips, but like you said, my heart is yours, and yours only, the love I have only speaks your name and the stars aligned for us that day, no soul could compare to yours, the one that fulfills mine.”

 You were silent. So silent, you swear your quickening heart beat filled the room.

 “Y/n, say something, please.”

 “Jen,” you pause, “you don’t mean that, we’re just sex, remember?” You see the light in her eyes sadden, you feel sorry for reminding her, but to be fair, she broke your heart first. “Come here.” You embrace her and provide her with comfort, her scent was heaven, like a vanilla soft serve or freshly baked cookies. She kisses your neck, with her soft plump lips, that alone had you weak in the knees, that alone nearly made you fold, that alone brought your sorrows back knowing she’s drunk and doesn’t mean what she’s saying, it’s just her guilt talking. You keep repeating. You feel her head relax, which means she fell asleep, you giggle, lifting her up and you make your way towards your bedroom, placing her down gently, taking off her jacket and placing your hoodie on her, which was always too big for her. You place a water bottle on the side table and some snacks, in case she got hungry or thirsty, which is a guarantee when drunk. You take a deep breath and take her beauty in, no words could exult her beauty, as you turn away you hear her mumble,

 “Y/n, stay.”

 As much as you want to, you know you can’t, you couldn’t, she wouldn’t remember tonight and she can’t wake up confused in your bed with you right next to her, God, what would she think then?

 “Goodnight, amor, sleep tight.”

 And with that, you leave your room with a heavy heart, you take another deep breath and with that, you pass out on your couch.

 When you woke, you take a second to remember the events of last night, lucky for you, Jenna wasn’t awake yet, so you decide to make some breakfast for the two of you, preparing yourself for any awkwardness that will ensue. You whip up waffles, eggs with spinach, bacon, and some chicken tenders to go with the waffles and a cantaloupe smoothie.

 When Jenna woke, she had a raging headache, no shit, she drank so much last night it could knock a few people out but despite her small stature, she was no light weight. However, there was one feeling that ached her, that was worse than the headache, despair, regret, sorrow, every connotation, she felt it, the smell of sweet cinnamon and savoury bacon calmed her down, knowing it was in your nature to do this for her, it felt like home, maybe this is home, but she shakes the feeling away as embarrassment seeps in. Fuck. What did I do, what am I doing here.

 As you set the food out onto the table she walks out of the room and glances at you with a soft smile.

 “Morning,” she says softly.

 “Morning, Jen, uh, here have some food, and there’s Panadol in the cabinet for your headache, I know you have one.” Taking a soft hit at her.

 She couldn’t help but giggle, she knows you know her too well, and she knows you too well as well, she knows you were watching Twilight despite it not being on when she stumbled into your living room.

 “Uh, look, y/n.”

 That’s not good, last time she said that she was rejecting your love, but either way you brace yourself for what’s about to happen.

 “Thank you for all this, I really do appreciate it, but.”

 “I know.” You cut her off. By now, you don’t know what takes a hold of you, but you don’t stop speaking.

 “We’re just sex, well we were just sex, I don’t know what we are anymore Jen, you haven’t spoken to me this entire week.”

 “Only because you’ve been avoiding me y/n.” She stabs back.

 “And whose fault is that?” Instant regret sets in. You see her eyes water. Fuck.

 “I don’t even know why I came here; it was a mistake.” She exclaims in monotone voice.

 “Well,” you keep going, omg, y/n shut up, before you make this worse. “Let me remind you, you come to me, unannounced, drunk, and a mess, the first time we’ve properly talked in a week, and you pour your heart out, telling me how much you love me and how your love is only meant for me.” You try your hardest to keep the tears in, but Jenna? Tears were rolling down her face.

She sniffles, “yeah, okay, you know what? I shouldn’t have come here, I shouldn’t have said those things, I don’t even know why I did, I DIDN’T MEAN IT.” She raises her voice, making your heartstrings snap.

 “What?” You quiver.

 “Yeah, that’s right, I never meant a single thing, my love isn’t yours, I. AM. NOT. YOURS. I never loved you, I was just drunk, nothing I said was the truth, so don’t get your hopes up.”

 Silence.

 “So, now you’re quiet? Pathetic.” She spits. She grabs her jacket and starts heading towards the door, “the stars never aligned for us. It was all in your head, I never loved you, in any way. I just used you, used you for sex, mediocre sex, might I add.”

 “You don’t mean that.” The tears building up, you don’t know how long you can hold it in.

 “Yes, yes, I do. Nothing I said was real, no I love you was. Everything I said was a lie, everything I said last night was an even bigger lie, I just wanted sex and plus I was drunk, did you really think I shared the same feelings?”

 You gulp.

 “You’re pathetic and I’m just a good actress, and apparently an even better one when drunk.” And with that she slams your door shut.

 Your body is filled with so many emotions you can’t even begin to name one, anger, hatred, lust, love, sorrow, despair, regret. But there was one thought clear in your head, even when your heart is collapsing on itself.

Wish you were sober.

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@pimpcesskm

[welcomehomerandomness]

Welcome Home Website Update Reaction Notes (3/9/2024) Part 2 (SPOILERS)

Here's Part 2 of my Welcome Home Website Update Reaction Notes (3/9/2024)! Hope you enjoy it!

Howdy caterpillar walking ASMR

“It was then that Howdy Pillar pulled out a luxurious looking scarf- If one were to take a guess, it was probably the perfect size for a large house! Wally’s eyes sparkled brightly as he looked at it, but Barnaby was not as impressed. Still, he remembered this was all for Wally.” Barnaby doesn’t like the scarf but at least he knows that Wally needs it to give it to Home…Barnaby’s a true bestie

“There, scaling the tallest of the Homewarming trees in all of the neighborhood, was Sally Starlet herself. She was wearing an outfit adorned in sparkles, glitter, tinsel, ornaments, and even strings of popcorn- She was, as she’s ever been, truly a sight to behold. Even now as she continued to climb up the tree, she was radiant.” Sally is a goddess and an icon

Sally’s nickname for Barnaby is “Barntholomew” lol

Poppy is best bird mom friend lol

Also I wonder what the sunflower-seed ham tastes like

Why does Wally’s voice sound distorted when he says “How can that be.”? Is he sad? Mad? Both?

Awww at least the story ends on a good n-WAIT WHERE’S EDDIE??? WHY ISN’T HE IN THIS STORY???

EDDIE???

I’m scared for Eddie now

Also I love how we get to hear more of Home in this storybook record even if I joke around on how I hate Home lol

Now let’s hear Wally’s Toyland…I think it’s a Christmas song lol

Well at least this one has music instead of Wally singing acapella

Wally’s singing is so beautiful...It brought tears in my eyes sniffles

Also is it just me or do the lyrics “Childhood's joy land…Mystic merry toyland…Once you pass its borders…You can ne'er return again” seem kinda sus?

Like I feel like Wally’s singing about the Neighborhood and how you can never return back home once you entered it? Hmmm…

Anyways let’s listen to Up from the Home-Top which is basically the Welcome Home version of Up from the House Top lol

Oh crap Barnaby’s dead/j

THERE’S EDDIE THERE HE IS HE’S SAFE (for now)

“You lost control!? Can’t you see we’re in the middle of preparing for my Homewarming play? Julie is my Santa Claus! And Home? Her trusted reindeer!” Sally, how does Home being a reindeer work??? Is it gonna drag itself on the stage as Julie rides on top of it or???

Oh crap Julie and Frank are dead/j

Also the song is so silly and wholesome I love it

Now it’s time for “Howdy's Holiday Hullabaloo” Record!!! I’m so excited to hear this!!!

LET’S GO KIDDOS IT’S TIME TO LEARN SOME PILLAR FAMILY LORE

“How, normally, I don’t close early for any ol’ thing! Not rain, not sleet, not snow - not even that time Julie launched herself clean through the wall over there!” Oh god I imagine that one scene from the Scott Pilgrim movie where Scott crashes through a window…But instead of a window it’s a FREAKING WALL

HIS MA AND POPS AWWW

Howdy’s brother kinda sounds like Frank lol

Poor Howdy’s dying inside

I think we all know who Howdy’s favorite sibling is lol

The brother-in-law sounds so nonchalant lol

The nephews are so adorable awww

I just realized that Howdy’s uncle is a snail which is why he’s French lol

I wonder if the uncle is a reference to the Swedish Chef from the Muppets but he’s French instead

Oh god the cousin is a stoner hippie lol

I love Howdy’s grandma

I love Barnaby’s reaction to seeing Howdy’s family at the end lol

Overall the song is pretty charming and I love it so much

Also Barnaby's Tobacco Pipe??? Honestly it’s funny but I don’t think this toy will go well if it was created today lol

Barnaby be teaching kids in the early 70s’ how to be like Snoop Dogg but instead of weed it’s bubbles

Oh god not the nephews

Now let’s listen to “Bug-a-Bye and Goodnight: An Ode to Hibernation” Record

Frank’s voice is so beautiful I love it

But Frank seems kinda sad…

I want to buy that set of homewarming greeting cards to give to my family and friends during Christmas lol

Also I want to try the Crispy Sweets frosted cereal so bad...I NEED IT!!!

And there’s a mini doodle on the side of the pictures too

OHHHHH SO THAT’S WHY THOSE SYMBOLS ARE EVERYWHERE THEY’RE PART OF A SECRET CODE

I solved the code at the back of the cereal box but I don’t have time to decipher the other code that was spread all over the website because I’m too lazy lol

I went back to the Merchandise section and found out that Eddie’s toy that Santa was about to introduce in the radio ad was an Eddie Dear Li’l Mailman Kit

I also want to buy all these toys so bad I don’t care if I’m a college student I want them all lol

“Although our Guestbook is and will remain closed for the foreseeable future, we wanted to properly recreate it for those newly joining in our efforts to explore Welcome Home! After all, it’s fun to look back and see how far we’ve come together as a community! We will be recreating all eight original pages in the near future, so check back in soon to see if you can find your message! Have fun!” I can’t wait to see the Guestbook in the future

ALSO I JUST REALIZED THAT THE CLICKABLE BUGS ARE GONE

Dang I’m gonna miss those bugs

I can’t believe I spent hours on this website lol

My hands are kinda tired from typing lol

Also let me know if I miss anything

[bardic-inspo]

Midnight Chimes

Chapter Seven: Morbid Curiosity

Pairing: Astarion x Cursed! Tav

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It’s easier for Astarion to believe Naomi tastes so sweet because she was his first. Easier to ignore the fact that every undead in vague proximity yearns for the same blood that’s sated him night after night. Easier to pretend her music is arcane as any other bard’s, and not divine enough to wake corpses from the dirt. Easier to pretend Naomi is simply a bard, and not something more akin to a siren. One that's slowly realized she's not just another sailor, after all. Easier to bury the fact that he's already stupidly in love with her. Like she wouldn't just raise that out of the ground, too. A curse rears its head. A devil comes calling. Astarion fights for his freedom from Cazador. He and the rest of their merry little band fight to save Tav from the doom she feels she's fated for.

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“Tell me what I taste like, and I’ll show you what you’re missing.” The tadpole twists behind his eye and twists his stomach with it. She really does mean to show him. “All right,” Astarion drawls. He combs his mind for his favorite endearments, pinching the prettiest from its stem and fitting it between his teeth. He leans forward, near enough to catch the slight scent of lavender beneath the staleness of her sweat. “I’ll do my best, darling,” he purrs, “but you should know there’s nothing from my mouth that could do justice to how exquisite you tasted all. Over. Mine.”

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“My friend,” Astarion drawls, patting the earth beside him.

A faint sigh leaks from Naomi’s lips, folded down with the weight of the world. She doesn’t heed his invitation, opting instead to stand there and ogle him. He can’t blame her for being so captivated. He’s a sight to behold, after all.

Astarion’s legs splay in front of him, his back propped by the rough trunk of a tree. Cool air licks the lithe stretch of his bare chest, soaked in starlight. Naomi’s gaze seeps over his skin, down to the white shirt bunched in his lap. He sets his handiwork aside for the moment, tucking his needle away for safekeeping.

“Darling, I’ve been looking for you evvvverywhere,” he says with only a little slur. Enough to put an arch in her brow.

“I wouldn’t have been hard to find if you were,” she mutters skeptically. “Are you drunk?”

She takes a tentative step towards him in someone’s else’s shoes. They’re far too big for her feet. Silly little squirrel lost her own boots, stumbling around in the swamps. Poor thing.

“I have drunk. A bear,” Astarion hums happily, the tip of his tongue swiping languid over his lips. The woodsy, syrupy sweetness of the bear lingers there. Naomi’s eyes do, too.

She’s too slow to bury the bob in her throat, not far from where his fangs sank in. Her feet shuffle beneath her. Caught. Astarion’s smirk curls like a noose.

I know what you’re thinking, he could say. Because I’m thinking it, too.

But it’s too soon. He wouldn’t want his little squirrel to go scuttling away. Not now that he knows how delicious she is.

But soon, he thinks, with a twinge of melancholy. Soon, he’ll say all the right words. Like a spell, she’ll be beneath him all over again. And he’ll have the rest of her to taste, too. Perhaps her body is as sweet as the nectar he drew from her neck.

It doesn’t matter, truly. Whatever petty cost Astarion might have to grit his teeth and endure is already worth it. She dealt with that insufferable Gur hunter handily. Artistically, even. But Gandrel won’t be the last hunter that comes calling. He’ll need Naomi to still feel as generous when Cazador sends more fearsome foes.

For now, at least, he only needs to convince her to be as generous with her presence as she was with her blood.

“Sit, my sweet,” he says, insistent. “See the stars with me. I’ll regale you with the poetry I promised.”

“Poetry?” She scoffs, as if it’s something a bard shouldn’t appreciate.

“For your fine vintage, of course,” Astarion croons.

He lets her see the hunger in his eyes as they trail down her figure. She’s wonderfully pert in the tunic she slipped into for sleeping. Even if the flutter of it by her heels makes her look like a specter.

“Don’t you remember?” He prods. “You wanted to know what you tasted like.”

It’s that promise, or morbid curiosity, that spurs her closer. She looks like a ghost, blanched silver in the moonlight, stark shadows haunting the hollows beneath her eyes. But she moves like the shambling dead. Her shoes drag, floppy on her feet, interrupting the quaint melody of crickets chirping intently in the long grass. Astarion’s nose wrinkles at the noise.

“You look dreadful, you know,” he says flatly.

It doesn’t dissuade her from dropping to a seat beside him with a dull thump. The tree takes her weight, leaving only a thin sliver of space between them. Astarion’s attention snags on her tunic, sliding off her shoulder. Pale blue skin peeks out, peppered in the same purplish freckles that powder her nose.

“Well, I feel dreadful,” she mutters darkly. “So I suppose, for the moment, my matching looks are one of the few things that make sense.”

“I do hope it wasn’t our last evening together that put you out of sorts,” Astarion says with the slightest pout.

Her collar doesn’t cover her souvenirs from their prior late-night liaison. The two perfect punctures have faded almost entirely. Now she wears the new necklace of bruises that the hag traded her for her old amulet.

He did try to be gentle, when he bit her. A bit, at least. It’s not guilt, squirming in his gut, exactly. She gave him permission, after all. Still, his tongue feels weighty with a question he should’ve asked sooner.

“Did it hurt much? I already know you liked it,” he says, smoothing his tone. “I’m more curious how much you like pain. That priest of Loviator certainly painted a pretty, pretty picture. It had all my favorite colors.”

Naomi scoffs. “Has the poetry started yet, or are you just warming up?”

“Warming you up, dear.”

“It was fine, Astarion,” she sighs again, exasperated this time. She props her knees to her chest and loops her arms to hold them there. “My head felt a little fuzzy afterwards, and I might’ve lost my mind along with my shoes. But I don’t think you get to take credit for that. Not everything’s about you, you know.”

Astarion surveys her blankly. His face feels heavy, lips still abuzz with the blood of the bear, his mind awash with it.

“Oh. You mean that business with the hag?” He waves a hand, as if casting a thoughtless cantrip. “You said it yourself, it was just like that debacle with the harpies. Though, they didn’t resort to extortion. I suppose that was some precious trinket of yours, that necklace she took?”

“Nothing worth dying for,” Naomi shrugs, gaze guarded. “They’re a dime a dozen, back home.”

“Mm,” Astarion hums, fingers rapping against a gnarled root. “And what is ‘home’ like for you, darling? I’ve had this drab little cave in my head this whole time, you know. I don’t know much about the Underdark. Never once been.”

Her lips twitch. The start of a smile, maybe. Something for him to tug on, and perhaps something to tug her shoulders down from her ears. Ease that strain holding her taut so he can slip through the cracks in her armor.

Her tone is a teasing one. “Tell me what I taste like, and I’ll show you what you’re missing.”

The tadpole twists behind his eye and twists his stomach with it. She really does mean to show him.

“All right,” Astarion drawls.

He combs his mind for his favorite endearments, pinching the prettiest from its stem and fitting it between his teeth. He leans forward, near enough to catch the slight scent of lavender beneath the staleness of her sweat.

“I’ll do my best, darling,” he purrs, “but you should know there’s nothing from my mouth that could do justice to how exquisite you tasted all. Over. Mine.”

Her smirk blooms wide. “You’re hedging, dear. Shaky way to start. Self-deprecation isn’t what I’m into. But do go on.”

“Hm?” Astarion huffs, cocking his head, indignant. “My bittersweet treat isn’t impressed? Even with her cheeks all warm and flushed? I think your body betrays you, dear.”

“‘Bittersweet’ is the best you can come up with?” She tuts. “Surely you can do better.”

“You were my first, you know,” he blurts. “I don’t have much to compare it to.”

The words leap from his tongue in reflex, without a trace of sweetness. And the aftertaste of his admission lies more bitter on his tongue than Naomi’s fading flavor did. Astarion’s jaw shifts tightly as he watches her amusement melt into sickly sweet pity.

It needles him with a dozen daggers, that look. Astarion rips his gaze away to the indifferent night sky. Naomi’s face still burns behind his eyes, like vivid blots of color staining his sight after staring too long at his favorite star.

He snuffs out any chance she has to say something insufferable.

“I’ve wondered what the others might taste like, now that I’ve had you,” Astarion carries on dryly. “Only theoretically, of course. Take Karlach, for example. Her blood’s been aged in the hells. She’d be potent, like a fiery whiskey. Wyll must be something palatable. Perhaps a sugary cider. And Gale, his blood strikes me as something rich, refined. Like well-aged brandy.”

“Shadowheart has to taste at least a little like red wine,” Naomi muses. “She drinks enough of it.”

“Mm. She’s enigmatic. A vintage port on two legs.”

A smile steals its way back onto his lips. She’s been a good little bard, playing along with his game. Astarion angles a glance her way, letting his voice drop husky.

“And then, there’s the lovely Naomi Tavriel. A bouquet I’d know anywhere for the rest of my days.”

She blinks back at him, wary, but spellbound nonetheless.

“I could say she tastes of soft-crushed lavender and sharp, vibrant citrus. But I’d only be telling a thimble of the truth,” Astarion says in a rough-edged whisper. “Her blood sings. She is a tremble on the tongue. A current with sweetness so consuming, all that’s after can only be bitter.”

It works too well, this poetry in lieu of flattery. The twangy pitter-patter of her heartbeat gives her away, though her expression stays tamed. Her tongue darts out to wet the plump curve of her lower lip while he watches. Their gazes meet, and the daintiest pastel pink melts across her cheeks.

He only told a thimble of the truth, after all; Naomi’s blood in his mouth hardly painted the world in bitterness. On the contrary, it cast everything before in dull monochrome, and everything after in vivid, throbbing flavor. Possibility. Potential. Power. It all roared awake in his veins with only one taste.

His next words are brimming in nothing but honesty.

“I can’t imagine what it must be like,” he says wistfully, “to ever have enough of you.”

“Better,” Naomi says beneath her breath, before her eyes flutter shut.

Unbidden, Astarion’s eyes close, too. His delectable daydreams dissolve into plummeting darkness. Warmth envelopes him. When his eyes tear open again, he sees furling heat instead of misty starlight.

Astarion’s lungs burn in some old instinct for air as he breaks the surface of Naomi’s memory. Gasping, he bobs in water of brilliant, simmering turquoise. Salt burns his eyes. He blinks feverishly. The scent of fresh earth and moss turns in his nose.

His bare toes scrabble against the pebbled lakebed. Panic bubbles up in the back of his throat. He can’t swim. Not really. Not that he’s tried to, in the past two hundred or so years. He finds a solid foothold and stills, eyes sweeping his steam-kissed surroundings.

No reflection shimmers in the shallow water as clear as a mirror. Silver fish as thin as hairs dart past his ankles. A steady tremor ripples across the surface, tingling pleasantly against his submerged legs.

Reeds rustle behind him. Winged bugs flutter between, unbothered by his presence. Butterflies, he thinks, but then he frowns. Their wings are leathery. Bat-like, but beautiful in deep jewel tones of emerald, ruby, and sapphire. And it’s fungus they flit between, not grasses; it grows in narrow, perforated tubes of luminous yellow. The tiniest breeze plays the fronds like flutes.

Far from his safe haven in the shallows, a waterfall veils the cliffs in delicate silver. Astarion’s neck aches as he cranes back, following the stream to a split in the rocky ceiling and up, up, away into infinite darkness. Perhaps it tumbles down from the heavens themselves. Its roar could rival a dragon's.

Past the falls, the faint glimmer of blue torchlight catches his eye. If he squints, he can make out the rough shape of crystalline spires twined with indigo rock and veiny, black stalactites. A standard hangs from the stonework, set with a familiar symbol. Naomi said it was a temple. She used to wear the emblem of the dark dancer strung around her neck, before she gave her amulet of Eilistraee away to the hag.

A softer sound drifts through the pouring percussion of the falls. Music. It emanates from the temple, washing gently over his ears like a slant of sunlight.

Astarion’s eyelids grow heavy. Cool air, damp with mist, caresses his cheeks. He could happily stay here for hours, swirled in warmth, mesmerized by the drumming falls, ears peeled towards the faint tease of a fiddle. But a flurry of splashing on the nearby shore shatters his piece of peace.

Astarion whips his head around to see a storm of children bearing down on the lake. Water sloshes, frothy with their reckless abandon. A scrawny half-dozen drow, none older than a decade, blunder past him. Astarion grates out a bristling groan none of them seem to hear.

His attention latches to a little girl, white hair knotted atop her head, strings of it sticking wet against the angled ears she hasn’t quite grown into. She wades ahead of her comrades, jaw set, her lilac nose scrunched with a warrior’s determination.

He knows her, even without her freckles, or the birds tattooed on her cheek. It’s not so different from the way Naomi looked him over, fangs and all, before she shoved her way into his own memories.

Naomi leaves her friends behind in knee-deep depths. She swims on, striking out towards a splinter of radiance searing the blue water near-white. Sunlight, he realizes with a pinch of surprise. The tiniest, hairline slice of it.

“Touch it!” One of the children calls out, hands cupped to his mouth.

“I dare you!” Another shouts.

Snickers follow. “She’s too scared.”

“She’s not. Look -- look!”

Astarion tenses. Naomi stills, treading water just a few inches from that slash of sun. She reaches out a trembling hand. Light bleeds across her fingertips.

Bat-winged butterflies burst from the reeds. Naomi’s scream bounds off the stone. Astarion’s ears ring raw with it, even after the shriek cuts to crickets.

A sudden chill plunges him back to the present. Astarion shifts around a shiver, scowling. Rough bark rubs between his shoulder blades. The starlit summer evening in the forest feels tepid now. Not nearly so warm as the brilliant waters were.

“That was…breathtaking,” he mutters mournfully. “Until you broke it. What in all the hells was that wailing about?”

Naomi’s laugh is an easy one. “I thought it melted my skin. I’d never seen it that shade. I’d never seen myself in the sun at all.”

“My, my. We are birds of a feather, it seems. Though, your little venture didn’t result in you roasting,” Astarion says, lip curled. “It’s quite different, I promise you.”

“O-Of course,” Naomi stammers hastily. “But it was enough to keep me in the Underdark for some time.”

“How long did you choose to stay in the dark? I wouldn’t know what that luxury is like.”

“Well, I’m nearing a century and a quarter, and I only surfaced about eighteen months ago,” she says, toeing the dirt. “Strictly speaking, it was a choice to stay down there. But we don’t always realize what it is we’re choosing. Especially when we’ve never known any different. Especially when we’re afraid.”

Astarion swallows the sudden lump in his throat, gaze flitting down and away to his own feet. His hands itch, restless, until they find the stowed needle again and take once more to stitching. He barely has to glance at the hole in his shirt sleeve to pull it neatly closed with thread, but he does, anyway, just to have reason to look elsewhere.

“You’re not wrong,” he sighs, irritation relenting to weariness. “And a year and a half isn’t long in the light.”

It would be a mere drop in the bucket in his centuries of torment. Barely a ripple in the grand scheme of things. Nothing that could make up for the rest of it. But what a gift it would be, to have that much sunlight.

He should be so lucky.

“It’s not like there isn’t light down there at all,” she murmurs. “Just not much from the sun.”

“A vampire’s dream, indeed.” Astarion answers, hollow.

“When the freckles came, I thought I was dying, you know,” Naomi laughs again, but it sounds flimsy, like a board bent near breaking. “I wrote home and everything. Said my goodbyes. Felt like a fool once I figured it out.”

Astarion pauses his stitching, the corner of his mouth curving in spite of his envy. If she let out such a shriek from that little leak of light, he can only imagine the kind of caterwauling that came out of her when she was fully bathed in it for the first time.

His tentative smile comes with a strange twist of sympathy. That day, on the beach, with the sand seared white with high noon, and his own skin blessedly unburnt, Astarion had run for the shadows as if Cazador himself hounded his heels. He’d wanted to laugh. To retch. To cower. To dance. All at once.

“It’s a jarring change,” he says, glancing her way again. She’s pensieve. And staring quite intently at the needle poised between his fingers, dipping in and out of his sleeve.

“Lots of drow get sunsick,” she says quietly. “Some never get over it.”

“Some fare just fine, it seems. The sun suits you as well as the stars do, darling.”

Naomi’s eyes flicker to his. He wonders, with a sharp pinch beneath his ribs, what she sees when she says so earnestly, “Likewise, Astarion.”

Dismay sinks in his chest as she peels her eyes away to the trees and a new knot bends her brow. He loathes the weight of the feeling. Loathes, even more, that it struck all the harder for having caught him by surprise.

“You’re having a terrible time up here, aren't you?” he asks gently.

“It’s not a walk in the park down there, either,” she says flatly. “None of those other kids you saw with me ever saw the sun again. They didn’t live long enough to have a chance.”

Astarion’s heard how harsh the Underdark can be. The slice she showed him was brimming with beauty. And he knows well enough the cruelty of pretty things.

“But you thought it would be different,” he says. “That all of this would be different.”

“Ever since--” Naomi stops short, jaw clenching. “Well, something about all the undead, scheming devils, murderous githyanki, and hungry vampires is making it hard to sleep at night.”

“Sleep?” Astarion raises a brow. Something you don’t want to see in a trance? He wonders, but he doesn’t ask.

It’s another aversion they’re both familiar with.

“We’re all having a terrible time, Astarion,” she sighs, voice wrung raw. “We’ve been tadpoled, for fuck’s sake.”

“Speak for yourself. I happen to be flourishing. In no small part thanks to you.”

He shifts, ostensibly to stitch another hole he’s spied in his sleeve. But the motion lets their shoulders brush. Just the barest stroke of skin over skin. Her breath hitches softly enough, keener ears wouldn’t have heard it.

“I’m grateful, you know,” he says just as softly.

Astarion’s needle sinks into the fabric again, pulling the gap closed. Naomi adjusts her seat against the tree. Oh sweet thing, he thinks, as her shoulder settles warm against his and stays that way. How long since you’ve been touched, if all it takes is just the one to have you hooked? He feels an odd strain of sadness alongside his swell of victory.

What a lucky thing she is, to know such sanctuary in her own body. How lucky she is, that he knows just the touch to make her feel holy in it.

Any good spell has three ingredients. She’s already succumbed to the somatic component. One touch started a thirst for more. She’d shared her blood, binding them in something material. All that’s left is to say the magic words.

Astarion toys with them in his mind, shuffling innuendos like a deck of cards. I could show you a much better time. Show you how grateful a hungry vampire can be. Help you sate your own hunger, so to speak. Don’t you think you deserve some fun too, darling? A little treat for my little treat.

Naomi clears her throat pointedly. “I don’t know you half as well as I should, to have been half as helpful as I’ve been.”

Oh, I was thinking we could get to know each other intimately--

“Tell me something about yourself, Astarion.”

Astarion stiffens. The magic of the moment expires, but he doesn’t mourn it.

“I won’t tell you about ‘home’,” he says curtly. “If you want to know about the Gate, ask Wyll, and he’ll recite half its history. But, after what happened with that awful Gur, I suppose you should know about Cazador.”

He tells her, sparsely, of his life when he still knew sunlight. The little he remembers fits in one mouthful. She interrupts to ask if he can still see that life in reverie.

“No, I can’t,” he answers sharply. “And I can’t see any of my prior lives, either. If I do manage to die, I won’t have another life after this. Arvandor doesn’t take souls sullied with undeath.”

That shuts her up for a good while. Arvandor doesn’t take drow, either. Kindred spirits thrice over, he thinks ruefully. Shunned by sunlight, sleep, and salvation.

He tells her of his untimely death at the hands of vagrants. Of Cazador’s Szarr’s too-perfect timing. The only choice he thought he had, and one he never would have made, if he could do it over again.

Most of all, he tells her of his tormentor. Astarion finds that once he’s started the telling, it all spills from his mouth with a feverish momentum. He speaks as if he’s running downhill; it has more to do with gravity, pulling him down from dizzying height, than any of his own volition. It falls out of him with the stony weight of inevitability.

He’s left with a familiar, noxious dread at the bottom of his belly, at the end of it all. He doesn’t look at her, sure he can’t stomach her pity after sloughing through that mountain of shit. She doesn’t say anything he thought she might.

Instead, she says, “You’re very good at that, you know.”

Astarion’s head jerks up to trace her gaze to his own hands, with the needle still fitted between his fingers. “I had to be,” he blurts without meaning to. He scowls darkly. “Hm. I do hope you were paying attention to my words as well as my hands. I won’t be repeating myself.”

Naomi’s expression hardens. He thinks of her as a little girl again, striking fearlessly into the unknown. Shrieking when it bit her. “If Cazador comes calling, he won’t find you alone, Astarion.”

A laugh punches from his lungs. “And what do you think you’re going to do about it, dear? If he wanted to, he’d kill everyone in this camp like that.” He snaps his fingers, teeth clenched.

Naomi studies him carefully. “I guess we’ll have to get creative, then. Or, at the very least, you’ll have good company on your way out. And a good last supper. You can feed from me when you need to, you know. As long as we talk about it first.”

Astarion flounders. “T-That sounds…eminently reasonable. And so very delicious.”

“Mm. I’ve heard from a reputable poet that I taste so good, nothing else does,” she says wryly.

Her eyes drift shut as she leans heavily against the tree they share. His shoulder takes some of the burden of her, too. Astarion allows it.

She’s been such a generous thing. And her warmth is a balm to the disquiet riled by that same generosity. Astarion’s stomach knots. Every sweet thing he’s known has been a bitter one, too. If not during, then after.

He rubs the needle between the pads of his fingers, staring out into the space between the trees while the black of night bleeds into morning blue. Birds take to shrill song and flapping among the branches. Except for the rhythmic thump of her heartbeat, his little bard stays quiet as the grave. Too quiet. He’s acutely aware of her hair, loose from her bun, trailing over his collar. Tickling like a feather to his neck.

She’s too soft. Too pretty to be anything but poison. Too sweet to be anything but bitter in the end. Astarion means to end it here, while it’s still the former. He’ll ply pleasure and loyalty from her another night.

He glances down.

“Oh.” He blinks, dumbfounded. “Oh no. No, no.”

Astarion goes rigid, throat thick. She’s asleep. At long last.

She twitches fitfully. It’s not a good sleep. Elves aren’t usually that good at sleeping at all, unless they’ve practiced like he has. But better she has bad sleep than none at all. Someone has to say things to the druid, Halsin, tomorrow. They’ll need their leader to lead.

And Astarion needs to finish the spell he started. She’ll need to be rested. Ready for him.

Once she settles, he’ll leave. She’ll never know the difference. Easy enough.

So he waits. He watches the wrinkle in her brow. The restless fussing of her legs. Glares at her gods awful shoes, steaked in dried blood and dirt. Glares at her pouty, purple face. Contemplates if her horrible footwear should be fed to fire or to wolves.

Gingerly, he leans forward just enough to rid her feet of said shoes. He throws them to the woods with a vehemence. She doesn’t stir even slightly. But he stays, with his body pulled taut as a bowstring, in case, any second, she might. So he can be gone before she bats her eyes open.

Astarion’s not sure how long he stares at the slow rise and fall of her chest, or the smush of her cheek against his steel-stiff shoulder. But it’s been enough time that when Gale’s shadow washes over him, Astarion has to squint when he looks up. Daylight and a seething wizard glare back.

“What?” Astarion hisses, wincing as stiffness prickles along his neck.

Gale’s eyes burn between Astarion and the still-sleeping Naomi. Gingerly, Astarion shirks free of her at last. He stands, dusting off his breeches. Gale unfurls the blanket he came bearing and tucks it to cover Naomi’s bare toes.

“Oh, let her be,” the vampire chides, as he makes for the cave and Gale stays rooted. “She’ll wake soon enough.”

“Perhaps someone should stay--”

“I can hear her pretty little heartbeat from inside the cave just as well as I heard your snoring from all the way out here.” Astarion sneers. “I’ll know the moment she wakes. Or if she finds her way into trouble again.”

It’s far too easy to pluck on Gale’s nerves. Far too much fun to stop. Reluctantly, the wizard falls into step beside Astarion, leaving their bard to her makeshift rest. As soon as she slips from sight, Gale’s lecture starts in earnest.

“If she chooses to help with your hunger, then so be it,” he fumes. “But after such a trying day as yesterday, I won’t stand idly by while you leech--”

“I kept my teeth to myself, thank you,” Astarion says blithely. “It was our fearless leader who came seeking my calming company, if you must know. Poor thing couldn’t trance all by her lonesome. Something a fellow elf can understand like others can’t.”

Gale isn’t going to have any of his own teeth left if he insists on grinding them so roughly. Astarion grins widely, letting the points of his fangs peek from his lips.

“Maybe,” Astarion croons, “she didn’t seek you out since you won’t shut up about ‘making transcendent love to Mystra’ for more than five minutes. You should really curb that habit, or your goddess will be the last lay you ever have, you know. No one wants to hear about how good your ex was.”

“Naomi’s a good person, Astarion,” Gale answers tersely. “And I'd wager she’s been through more than she’s letting on. If comfort is what she wants and what you’re offering, then by all means, make merry. But if you mean to take more than you give--”

Astarion barks a laugh, bracing a palm against his own chest. “Gods, Gale, really? You’ve come around on my thirst for blood, but it’s my more mundane hungers you have a problem with? Well, fret not. I’m a consummate lover.”

Gale flushes to a perfect, pained pink. Astarion snickers beneath his breath. He brushes past his mortified magician to peruse the loot they’d gathered from the goblins’ fortress.

“And besides,” Astarion drawls devilishly, “all we did was talk. All night long. No wonder she’s so tired.”

“Is there something in particular you’re scavenging for?” Gale grumbles.

Astarion paws through the crates, past crusted chainmail, crude clubs, and flimsy maces. Finally, he finds his prize.

“She needs shoes. These will do nicely.”

They’re sturdy, at least. What the plain leather boots lack in character, they make up for in not falling apart. And they should actually fit her. An improvement for Naomi, to be sure. But Astarion can do better.

He takes them back to his tent and sets them aside while he roots through his stash of thread. Green isn’t her color. Black would blend too close to the dark shade of the shoes. Red, of course, looks lovely on her but--

Astarion stills, turning over a spool of blue. It isn’t the same vivid shade as the lake she showed him. But it’s bright like a sunlit sky. Astarion takes a needle in hand, and takes to stitching sharp-tipped swirls, reminiscent of waves, into the leather.

When he’s done, she’s still asleep. She stiffens, suddenly, at his approach, groaning her displeasure. Astarion freezes.

He’s gone before she bats her eyes open. The grass is still flat where he sat beside her before, and where the boots now rest in his stead.

A/N: I truly do have nothing against Gale, but it’s just too much fun to have Astarion harass him, hehe.

I’ll tease that for those of you chomping at the bit for the ‘eventual smut’ tag to come to fruition. You won’t have to wait much longer ;)

If you want something spicy to keep you sated in the meantime, I did recently post a smutty Ascended Astarion x Vampire Bride evil power couple one-shot called “Blood in the Mortar”. I’ve also got a multichapter in the works for them that I intend to get drafted further ahead on before sharing.

I love each and every one of you who reads, likes, comments, and reblogs. Seriously means so much to know I’m not writing in a vacuum. I appreciate you all, and hope life is being kind to you!

Divider credit for before and immediately after story text to @firefly-graphics. Divider credit for scene breaks and banner below to @saradika-graphics.

[princessbettina]

Silly Dom and Silly Rhea : Cody Rhodes x Fem! reader

Plot: Cody helps out /aids the reader during her promo against both Dominik Mysterio and Rhea Ripley.

This is inspired by @iguessilikewrestlingnow

This is very short with little dialogue, but it's still cute and fluffy (in my opinion). Apologies if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes in this. I brought back both the red Raw and blue Smackdown women's championship titles for this story. Enjoy ♡

WWE had scheduled you to take a visit to NXT and announce that you're issuing an open challenge for your championship, since you're the Raw women's champion. You had been given the opportunity to take a challenge over on NXT and try something new on wwe television.

You thought all was good and was about to make your exit, ending your segment there, when low and behold you were stopped by an interruption from both the North American Champion, Dominik Mysterio and the Smackdown Women's Champion, Rhea Ripley.

Taking a step back into the ring, sighing as you rolled your eyes at the sight of the two who casually strolled down the ramp and paused a few feet away from the ring.

Dom and Rhea always knew how to get under your skin, and it always annoyed you. You hoped to give them a taste of their own medicine.

What you didn't know was that your partner, Cody Rhodes, was backstage in the gorilla area of the NXT stage, watching and listening to everything that Dirty Dom and Rhea, mainly Rhea were saying about you, the shallow, hurtful remarks they said really started to agitate Cody.

Cody knew that this would soon be a problem he would have to solve and save you from.

Normally, Cody would make his grand entrance with his music, but he wanted to surprise both the NXT universe and you. He sneakily made it through the crowd and slid through the back of the ring where your back was facing him briefly.

On cue, Cody successfully slid through the ring and stood up and took a few steps towards you before gently tapping your shoulder.

The crowd cheered his appearance as you flinched for a few seconds, startled by the physical approach. You almost threw up your arms in defense, but then instantly relaxed at the sight of your boyfriend standing right beside you.

"Codes, why aren't you a cute sight for sore eyes." You whispered to him as he playfully smirked at you. "I can say the same thing about you too,sweetie," said Cody in response to you with a bright smile, showing off his beautiful pearly smile.

"I'm only out here because I knew how these two always get you worked up. Something inside me told me to come and rescue you." He continued, reassuring you with a wink.

You blushed briefly at Cody's cute words before turning your attention back to both Dom and Rhea. You saw how once again, Rhea was back at it again, whispering gosh only knows what in Dom's ear, the sight of that always annoyed you.

It was at that exact point in time when you knew exactly how to get them back. The thought of it excited you to the core.

Cody was one step ahead of you as he gently pulled you closer to him and wrapped his arm around the lower half of your back, once again causing you to flinch gently.

Cody then proceeded to whisper things in your ear. They were both romantic things for the two of you and funny things of Rhea and Dom, mainly to make you laugh.

It obviously worked.

"They're both just silly clowns, especially Dominik." Cody whispered to you in your ear. You widened your eyes and nodded in agreement before then laughing at what Cody said.

You thought Cody was finished when he pulled away from your ear and quickly glanced up and over at Dominik and Rhea, who stood outside the ring.

Cody quickly went back to your ear and whispered more, "Those two don't know how much we love each other. Let them think what they want to. It doesn't matter because we are enough, and that's all that matters."

You blushed instantly at Cody's words, causing you to smile brightly. You again nodded and made direct eye contact with Rhea and Dom. The powerful smirk that was painted on your face made Rhea annoyed.

She thought that the whispering in Dom's ear thing was only her and Dom's thing, no one else would dare copy her.

Except you with your boyfriend, Cody Rhodes. You saw her shake her head in frustration, and that to you let you know that you were getting under her skin.

That's what you wanted.

"It's working, beautiful. Go show 'em what you can do." Cody replied to you once more before closely wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You nodded and smiled softly at your boyfriend.

"Don't worry, I'll be right here by your side to help you out through it all." Cody continued, placing a kiss on your forehead and hugging your shoulder.

The embrace made your heart flutter and beam with happiness. You couldn't stop smiling, and the heat on your face became warmer and warmer.

You were ready to show Dominik and Rhea what you and Cody could do, and it excited you endlessly.

-The end ♡

[kquil]

Hello,

Can I please get a cupcake 🧁,

I'm an INFJ pronouns she/her, I'm introverted but get attached to people very easily. I love staying home to bake, read and listen to music but I'm not opposed to social gatherings once in a while if someone I'm comfortable with is attending with me.

I'm a Cancer (Virgo rising). I dream of finding my soulmate (platonic and romantic). I have ADHD and l'm autistic (Although I am very good at masking it). I’m a Gryffindor.

I'm 5’3, slightly chubby and I have long brown hair and hazel eyes, I have pale skin and I basically can’t tan.

l'm into guys and l'm open to poly relationship.

Thank you 💕

of course you can have a cupcake, darling! im sorry for taking so long getting this to you (｡>﹏<) but i hope you enjoy it and are happy with the ship!

i ship you with Sirius Black 

i. you were besties with remus. it started off with you and remus going off to read together often and it eventually led to you baking treats in the kitchens on saturdays while remus read to you. sirius could only take the absence of his friend for so long until he snuck off to follow him one saturday. what he found was you baking away with a cute apron while remus sat at a kitchen countertop reading his book aloud. the two of you weren’t chatting to each other but it was a comfortable silence that didn’t need to be filled with unnecessary chatter. sirius, being an avid talker, found many faults in this.

ii. being the dramatic person that he was, sirius kicked up a fuss, complaining about how remus doesn't hang out with him, James or Peter as much anymore. “What even is this for, Moony?” Sirius whines as you roll your eyes, fanning your freshly baked goods for a moment before moving away to help clean up with the elves, who insist on providing a little help despite it being your mess. 

iii. as sirius continued to ramble, over his shoulder, remus and you made eye contact. You’ll let him be dramatic but you’ll try to shoot him down suddenly and quickly. with a tap on his shoulder, sirius grumpy turns around and immediately gets fed a fruit tart. that was all he needed to be convinced to shut up and now he accompanies you and remus every saturday to bake goods together. well…remus mostly sits around reading in peace, occasionally reading passages to you but with sirius there for company, he gets baking too. he makes it a competition, almost. sirius tries to bake alongside you and promises that his will taste better each time - it never does though. but you’re kind and sweet and always offer to help if you see him struggling across the counter. 

iv. whether he admits to it or not, sirius was beginning to like you…a lot. he found comfort in you, you bring a comfortable feeling that the marauders don’t bring, it’s unique to only you. so it’s understandable why sirius often seeks you out even when it’s not saturday. because of this, he discovers your love for music which only makes him fall for you more - and just when he thought you couldn’t get any more perfect! 

v. now, he has you sneaking to his dorm with the boys to listen to music together. the two of you are often seen dancing or singing together or pretending to playing air guitars, drums and pianos, it’s a silly sight to behold but you two were having so much fun and smiling so genuinely, the marauders didn’t have the heart to break it up, especially because they’ve never seen sirius so genuinely happy except for when he’s around you.

vi. whenever there’s a party in the gryffindor common room, sirius would be the first to invite you or spend the most time with you at the party, especially when a song that you both liked dancing or singing started playing. however, if you weren’t feeling up to it, he respected your decision and left you alone or insisted on keeping you company - being around you was better than being around more people than necessary, anyway. of course, that was just an excuse, sirius loved being at parties and being around multiple people but he liked you more than any of that. 

vii. how he confessed when he finally mustered up enough courage to, was during your saturday baking session in the kitchen. he said he wanted to surprise you with a baking creation of his own - he was just making regular ol’ but delicious chocolate chip cookies - and he needed you to taste test it with your eyes closed. from what you saw during his baking, you expected chocolatey, cookie goodness but got something better, his sweet, soft lips.  

viii. honourable mention, I also ship you with Remus Lupin. you two found it easy to become friends but remus wanted more, he craved it. sometimes, it bordered on obsession but he was good with controlling himself, he respected you more than he needed to have you as his. the way you just seemed to understand him, took interest in all of the same things he did, cheered him up with your baking creations and lulled him to sleep from stressful nights leading up to the full moon by softly singing one of your favourite songs…you were perfect in his eyes. but he wasn’t the one to confess, you were. for his birthday, you had gotten him many gifts but the one he was most grateful for was a copy of his favourite books of all time, where you had highlighted a confession using the words on the first few pages of the book. he couldn’t stop himself from saving you there and then.

1K MILESTONE EVENT : CLOSED

NAVI.

[denimbex1986]

'I love a good Doctor Who needle drop. Most of the time, they come out of nowhere, remind you of a song you haven’t heard in ages, and add just the right amount of camp to any given scene or episode. They are a joy to behold, and the one included in “The Giggle,” the last of Doctor Who’s 60th anniversary specials, is no exception.

Now, the Toymaker, perhaps better identified as the Celestial Toymaker, is a terrifying villain. He’s essentially unstoppable. His powers are unknown but seemingly limitless, the Timelords had no idea where he came from, and yet, despite all this potential, all he really likes to do is ensnare and torture his targets by playing silly little games. So, naturally, to make Neil Patrick Harris’ horrifying version of the Toymaker even scarier, his grand entrance in UNIT’s headquarters involved him dancing and lip-synching along to the Spice Girls’ iconic number “Spice Up Your Life.”

I mean, really, what else was he expected to do?

Of course, this isn’t the first time a Doctor Who villain has brightened up our lives while performing a choreographed routine to a popular song, or used music to destroy the world. The Master, especially, is a big fan of pop music. Who can forget the time he used “Voodoo Child” by the Rogue Traders to rain destruction down on Earth? Or, just after that, when he danced to the Scissor Sisters’ “I Can’t Decide” just to torment his captives? (Though, sadly, this sequence seems to have been removed from the streaming version of the show in the U.S.) Of course, one can’t ignore the Master’s iconic dance to Boney M.’s “Rasputin” during Jodie Whittaker’s run as the Doctor, either. There’s just something so deliciously twisted and messy about a villain dancing along to pop music that gets me every time.

And, before anyone thinks I’ve forgotten, a special mention must go out to Doctor Who’s use of “Toxic” by Britney Spears in the first season of NuWho. I’m still not sure the show will ever be able to top that moment, though it’s certainly come close.

The song choice is what makes the scene—and “Spice Up Your Life” was definitely the right choice for “The Giggle.” The Spice Girls are a British institution, and any song by them is bound to fit in with Doctor Who, but “Spice Up Your Life” has long been a personal favorite of mine. Like millions of others, I was obsessed with the Spice Girls when I was a kid. As a five-year-old, “Wannabe” was, predictably, my favorite. But now, as a somewhat wiser adult woman, I can recognize that “Spice Up Your Life” is just so much fun. Despite some rough lyrics, the song’s energy is unmatched, and it immediately makes you want to dance. The Toymaker clearly agrees with me.

I just love the idea that this all-powerful being enjoys the Spice Girls as much as the rest of the world; enough to know the lyrics and choreograph a violent dance to one of their songs. He has good taste and a great sense of rhythm. Who knew you could twirl someone into a wall with enough force to practically knock them out and time it perfectly? This was the best way to showcase the Toymaker’s astounding abilities and his unnerving personality. An excellent performance, to be sure.

Now, if Russell T. Davies ever wants to include another Spice Girls song in a future episode—perhaps when the Master makes their inevitable return—might I suggest “Who Do You Think You Are”? That disco-inspired bop is sure to make any scene with a Doctor Who villain just as memorable as the one in “The Giggle.”'

[nuka-cherries]

chapter 1 of buenos días, mi amor. ¿quieres café?

“Detective, wipe that look off your face.”

“What look?” Nick balked. How did he know?!

“That look,” Barba said as he flipped through the folder. The bastard was not even looking.

“That look? You're not even looking at me.”

“I don't have to be looking to know.”

“To know what, Counselor?”

Barba finally looked over to him. “That you need to wipe it off.” He had the nerve to smile.

Nick could not believe he had the nerve to blush.

///// Nick Amaro hates Rafael Barba. Until he makes him smile and he is smitten. Rafael Barba is not a fan of Nick Amaro. Until he makes a silly joke and he hears Nick laugh.

They are both so fucked.

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so how it works; each chapter is titled after a song. spanish music only. i add the audio to the posts to follow along with the song!

chapter 1: azucar pa'ti

Nick could not sleep. He supposed it was only cruel irony that he only managed to fall asleep at two in the morning. This was not a nice night to have. Tossing and turning, turning and tossing. His brain too wired and too frustrated to do anything. Anxiety that he refused was there.  

He should have known the moment he got moody with how bright the hallway light meant one thing; migraine hell. Normally, he would be okay with the quiet. Now, it was worse. The sensitivity to pain, the sensitivity to noise. He hated how quiet his new home was now. The new apartment that he refused to call a bachelor pad was empty other than his belongings and furniture. Three bedrooms; a guest room, his room and Zara’s.  

He was so tired. He thought changing pillows would help. It did not. Migraines at night made insomnia worse. Eventually, he gave in and took the migraine medicine that he kept at the bottom of his drawers. And lo-behold. He took a deep breath.  

Deep breath, Nicky. Deep breath. Yeah? You got this.  

His hand on his chest, soothing himself. This motion always helped him on the sleepless nights he went through in the desert while he served. Deep breaths. It’s okay. He is okay.  

Nick let out a shaky breath. His brain hurt. He felt the pain lessen as the medicine took effect. Deep breaths. The breathing exercises that his therapist taught him. Nick could sleep. He will sleep.  

Cold air in the middle of the winter did the job.  

Only to wake up at six. Four hours of sleep. Four and a half, kind of. 

Nick sighed as he stared at the ceiling after nearly tossing his phone off the bed.

Well, he did sleep. And his migraine was lifted.

He supposed it was a win.  

He had a jar of Bustelo in his kitchen and he needed to make it. He could not drink another drop of that horrid swill that the squad room called coffee any longer. His budget on coffee was running low. He needed to lower it. New Year's Resolution that he tried to do every year and failed every time. Tenemos café en la casa. We have coffee at home. Pero no, there went his pesos. Out of his wallet and into the barista’s pocket . Goddamn it.   

There was no way that he was going to drink the coffee from the squad room. Maybe that was what was causing his migraines; not the caffeine, but the sheer disgust and poison that passed as coffee. Maybe Americans did not know taste. They did not know taste.  

Maybe the SVU squad room had their taste buds so broken with the coffee---yeah, he could share the Bustelo.  

Nick showed up early to the squad room to brew the coffee. Some of the other officers were there, milling about. Half the squad room already had their own cups of coffee, let it be in thermos or the classic blue cups. Cute little things, Nick had to admit. Zara had drawn a picture of him with a cup and he still had it.  

He made the Bustelo and chose to keep the jar in the coffee cabinet. Not like he did not have any at home. He had too much at home.  

Consider it my act of kindness for the month. You're welcome.   

The coffee was lifting his spirits, at least. It smelled so good. He drank it with a small amount of sugar.  

“Hey Livvie,” Nick greeted with a smile. He always greeted her in the mornings, even when he was mad at her. Granted, it was petty, but warranted.  

“Hey,” Olivia said. She smiled. She had a coffee cup.  

Barba came in not too far behind Olivia, dressed sharp and to the nines. He looked annoyed. He always did. He lacked a coffee cup.  

“Counselor.”  

Barba glanced over at him. "Detective." He lacked his coffee cup. Maybe that was why he was annoyed. He was always annoyed, and annoying. Mal parido. Baboso. God, he got on his goddamn nerves.  

Nick turned back to his desk and continued reading the case file.  

A small noise caught Nick’s attention.  

“Is this...Bustelo?”  

Rafael was incredibly surprised.  

“Yeah.”  

Thought you don’t know what it tasted like anymore, Harvard.   

Before Nick could snipe the words at him, Barba smiled.   

Barba looked…happy. The look on Barba’s face as he tasted the cafe was…different. It was different.  

“I love Bustelo.” Barba smiled. For the first time that it was without him being smug as hell or him sassing off some defense attorney, Barba was smiling. A genuine smile. “Tengo mucho que no lo tomo.” (“It has been so long since I have not drunk it.”)  

But Nick thought to himself that maybe…. Maybe he should be nice. God. Barba’s accent was so smooth. So, beau---  

Nick halted that thought and moved on.  

“Tanta plata en este mundo y traemos café de la casa.” (“So much money in this world and I bring coffee from home.”)  

“¿Sabes lo que me dice mi mamita cada vez que me ve con un Estarbucks?” (“You know what my mamita tells me every time she sees me with a Starbucks?”)  

“¿Que te dice?”  

“Tenemos cafe en la casa.” (“We have coffee at home.”)  

It was the same thing that his mother told Nick too. Surprisingly, Nick laughed. Barba, of all people in the world, made him laugh. God. He was so tired. He felt his face burning. Fuck. He's so fucked. This is not happening. This is definitely not happening...right?  

He did not just form the stupidest little crush on the most insufferable man on earth all because he smiled at him and made him laugh.

Nick turned to drink his coffee and tried to pretend he was fine.

"Who got you blushing?" Fin asked.  

"What?" Nick was startled. Ain’t no way that they noticed. Ain’t no damn way that this was happening. He was so tired. “I ain’t blushing.”  

"What guy, gal or pal caught your eye this time?" Munch entered the conversation, just to be annoyed about it.   

Nick was not secretive about his bisexuality. He never really had been. It wasn't that he did not care; it was part of him. Other than the blatant come ons from strangers, single life broke him and suited him. Mostly broke him.  

Gay bars and nightclubs were too juvenile and loud, but he liked the ambiance in small doses. He loved dancing but there wasn't much of a cumbia scene in gay bars anyway. Just strong as fuck drinks.  

“No one,” Nick lied. Like a liar.  

“You hear that, Fin?” Munch asked to Fin. “Nick said no one.”  

“Sure. No one.”  

“We’re not saying we don’t believe you.”  

“Except you are.”  

“But...”  

Nick held both hands out. “I will not partake in this conversation.”  

Nick decided then. He felt nothing. Absolutely nothing. He felt absolutely nothing positive, let alone affectionate, for Rafael Barba.

[mariverses]

i actually asked my bestie who played the game some time ago and she told me i shouldn't play it because it would scare me-- she was right. did you know i need to breath in twice before checking any mirror in-game now. also the creepy scenes when you're in black space, i had to turn off the volume for those. i will probably play all the ends/routes i'm missing during christmas break but i'm not ready for what's to come because i can. feel. some of the scenes. it's a gut feeling ahaha i'm so not ready ;;

but!! i'm glad to see i was right because i kept thinking "dang, i think sunny might be because of this sunny" and io and behold. it is www i love the little man so much... sososo much. definitely connected with him in a lot of. personal aspects </3 also hello how dare you find out i'm especially fond of hero??? omg. am i that predictable. or maybe i'm just projecting but,, responsible older sibling that does not know how to cope with loss and ends up giving up the things he likes in order to do what's expected of him..... ahem

i think i love all of them for different reasons ; v ; mari is really really nice and i was delighted to find out she's just like that. because sometimes they pull out the "they were actually an awful person" card and that wouldn't have sit right with me. KEL. KEL. kel my son. kel. i will wrap him in a burrito blanket and kiss his forehead every night i love him. kel is the best best friend i love him soooo much you have awesome taste. sunny and kel have the most precious friendship <33

aaaa i don't want to spam you any more but. fun fact. at first i couldn't remember basil's name for my life so i keept calling him albahaca (basil in spanish). little albahaca. i've been seeing fanarts of him for a while and he faintly reminded me of N from pokemon? literally one of my fav fictional characters in the world so i was on my way to liking him before playing the game ♪(´▽｀)

putting this under here because it may just include spoilers ( none to the other routes though, so just for the others !! ) and it's long

OH NOOOO HELP ME ;;; KSJDJSIDJ I HOPE IT DIDN'T SHAKE YOU TOO MUCH....... omori has smart jumpscares. 0(-( ......... i don't get scared too much at day, but i get nightmares and night-anxiety and let me tell you after playing omori.. hell. red space was especially Scarring, turning off the music is probably the smartest thing you can do in the.. depth zones.. shudder. but !! i hope you have fun with the rest of the routes !!!

BUT YES YOU THOUGHT RIGHT !! i love sunny a lot. i also find him very unfortunately relatable. headscratch. sunny was like.. a staple character for me! i would drag him around everywhere. my cat. and kel is just.. ok it's just kel 100/10 i won't even have to say anything i love him and their dynamic. ( someone up in heaven please send a kel bestfriend. ) AND YOU JUST EXUDE THE HERO FAN ENERGY, i don't know what exactly it is but it's there. headpat headpat..... hero is such a sad character, it's a little sad how people brush over his issues so quickly when he's.. just. :(

mari is just so sweet and. people often throw the "mari was a perfectionist and pushed sunny too far" card, and while that is true, it doesn't make her a bad person entirely.. it's a human flaw (that she didn't have the time to correct in the end). the fact that she's just a normal girl who did nothing to warrant this just makes the pain worse. and the fact that sunny is also a normal boy and it was an accident makes it even worse.

ALBAHACA. LITTLE ALBHACA. AWWWWW I'M ABOUT TO. THAT'S SO CUTE. that's canon. <3 i don't know anyone basil from omori, do you mean my boy little albahaca...... BUT WHEN YOU SAY IT, his hair is vaguely reminiscent of N's, minus the ponytail in the back... N fans unite....... i also love N........... my beloved................

also, please do keep spamming me if you'd like !! i don't mind at all !! there is so many serotonin in these silly little messages you know...

[roukabi]

[Note: long post bc I needed to put my image ids in here]

Spotify Wrapped is here and i

First of all how did My Alcoholic Friends win over Achilles Come Down or Dear Wormwood. Though I will say it's a banger...

[Image Description: An image with the cover for The Dresden Dolls' album, "Yes, Virginia...". A caption says, "Your top song of the year was My Alcoholic Friends by The Dresden Dolls", and smaller text reads, "You played it a very reasonable 19 times. As is your right." There is a side meter on the image, indicating that the music has been turned down to mute. This is because I suck at taking screenshots with my phone. End Description]

Where did this come from. Why is it the agender flag. This is all your fault VideNoirbyLordHuron

[Image ID: An image with a cloudy green and white aura of some sort. A caption reads, "Your top music moods are 'spooky' and 'affectionate'. End ID]

BROADWAY is my top genre??? PIRATE???

[Image ID: An image with 5 stretched out words, ranked from 1 to 5. These are my top genres. They are, starting from 1, Broadway, then Indie Folk, then Indie Pop, then Pirate, then Metropolis. Whatever those last two mean. End ID]

Cheezus Crust who are the 370 other artists

[Image ID: An image with a blue background and text that reads “You listened to 327 different artists, but things got pretty serious with one...” End ID]

#1 Artist! Top .5% babeyy

[Image ID: An image of a Two Truths One Lie card. This card says, “Truth”. It shows Lord Huron’s “Long Lost” album cover, with the true statement being, “The artist you binge-listened to the most was Lord Huron”. End ID]

The four horsemen of the existential folk apocalypse and then the one (1) Reeve Carney song I have in my entire Spotify Library

(Though I suppose we're counting Hadestown here?)

[Image ID: A list of my top 5 artists. They are, starting from 1, Lord Huron, The Oh Hellos, The Crane Wives, Brent Arnold, and Reeve Carney.]

Hmmmmm... needs more Arcadian Wild and Gang of Youths and maybe Damon Daunno imo. But not a bad roundup!

[Image ID: An image showing my top 5 artists (mentioned in previous description) and top 5 songs. Starting from 1, they are My Alchoholic Friends, Dog Nightmare, Ancient Names (Part 1, though this is cut off by an elipse on the image), Setting Sun, and Poor George. The image also shows my total listening time: 8,053 minutes, as well as my top genre: Broadway. End ID]

Oh for fucks sake acd is 6TH PLACE

[Image ID: the first seven tracks of my top 100 songs playlist. The first five were mentioned in the previous description (My Alcoholic Friends, Dog Nightmare, etc.), but the 6th place song is Achilles Come Down, and the 7th place song is Dreamland by Glass Animals. End ID]

[mechahero]

Name up to 10 songs that remind you of your muse (multis, pick one muse). Explanations are entirely optional. Copy & post, don't reblog.

Gamma Unchained by The Megas

Heart of Fire by The Belmonts

Iron Man by Black Sabbath

Almost Human by Aurelio Voltaire

The Haystack Principle by The Megas (I know I already used a Megas song but shhh)

Fight Like a Tiger by Naoki Hashimoto (vocals) and Daisuke Ishiwatari (composition)

Shepherd of Fire by Avenged Sevenfold

The Outsider by Marina and the Diamonds

Living Dead by Marina and the Diamonds

Are You Satisfied? by Marina and the Diamonds

Tagged by/Stolen from: no one! 

Tagging: you!

[kodzukii]

🗯 THE WIND KNOWS ME (BUT I WANNA KNOW YOU BETTER) ft. kise ryouta.

SUMMARY !   in which kise ryouta hears the wind — but not when it comes to you.

PAIRING !   kise ryouta x gn!reader

GENRES ! fluff, romance

WARNINGS !  none!

TAGLIST ! @n0vad (send an ask to be added <33)

WORD COUNT !   670+

NOTE !  i’m a little amazed i actually wrote smth ngl 🤧🤧 anyways hi knb fandom this is my debut <33 ik y’all are dead rn but hopefully this gets a few people to rise from their graves a lil bit 💗 also if the tense is a bit weird ik sorry abt that i rarely write in present tense <//3

kise ryouta hears the wind.

the ceaseless chatter and shuffling of his classmates continues around him. “hey, wanna be my partner?” floats around the room, receiving varied yes or no responses. kise sincerely hopes he may be able to dodge the question just a little bit longer. his gaze stays trained onto the half opened glass barrier next to his seat, giving him a view of the vast, azure sky outside. he sighs discontentedly, mechanical pencil spinning between his fingers. his weary pout deepens the more his fist indents his cheek. 

through his peripheral vision, kise sees a figure walk toward him. he inwardly groans, realising that the dreaded question is now floating towards him. what a shame. he may have jinxed himself this time. with the softest of sighs, he turns toward the figure and – oh crap, not her again. he plasters a smile onto his lips before his displeasure can show. 

“oh, kise-kun! i couldn’t help but notice you don’t have a partner yet! you look so all alone.”

her voice is so grating that kise can almost taste how disgustingly saccharine it was. her bright, glossy lips form into a pout as she says this, and kise muses that the overly cakey makeup on her skin does nothing to hide the rotten personality (and zits) underneath.

“ah… i spaced out while everyone was picking their partners. so it seems i’m the odd one out,” he says with a laugh, voice like honey.

“well, well. i seem to be all alone as well.” 

kise nearly gags at the seductive tone her voice had now taken. her lips seem more red now than ever as she leans in a bit, allowing kise to catch a whiff of her vanilla (artificial– and cheap, he notes) perfume. 

“oh, is that so?”

the wind becomes louder.

“soooo, we’re perfect – i mean, it’s perfect! silly me.”

he wishes the wind would drown out her laughs – it was like a broken violin grating against his eardrums.

“i suppose. but beauty is in the eye of the beholder, after all.”

and this beholder sees nothing beautiful in front of him.

“you’re right! always so insightful, kise-kun!”

kise thinks his laughs are starting to become out of tune, too.

“heh, of cour--”

“kise-kun? you dropped this in p.e.”

the wind suddenly begins to quieten.

“hey, we were–!”

“(l/n)cchi! i was wondering where that went. thank you so much for returning it.”

to him, the way you glowed was akin to that of an angel. this beholder was proven wrong today. and though he’s never believed in abstract concepts such as fate, today he finds himself thanking the lucky stars midorima seems to oh-so-adore.

“it’s alright. be more attentive of your things next time, okay?”

wow, he really wishes he could hear you lecture him more often. however, before he could do more than nod and say “okay”, you have already left, only a whisper of (and very much natural) scent left in your wake.

he watches you take your seat, scribbling notes in your workbook, likely something to do with the assignment. he thinks he hears the girl’s noisy calls for his name next to him, but his intent gaze stays trained onto your figure. the thoughtful hum that slips from your lips is music to his ears, and he can’t help but find your focused expression rather attractive. and… you’re alone? 

the wind is silent.

the chair scrapes from beneath him as he rises to his full height. with the girl forgotten behind him, he walks toward your desk in confident strides. he sees you look up when you sense his presence, and he sends you a smile as he closes the distance between you two. you smile back! wow, your smile is gorgeous. gemini must be on top of oha asa’s list today (maybe midorima is onto something with his belief in fate, kise thinks).

“hi again, kise-kun. do you need something?”

“yes, actually.”

kise ryouta hears the wind.

but never when it comes to you.

[brandnewhuman]

HELLO THERE

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☆About me☆

Behold, the unhinged raccoon is here. Name's Izzy, I'm 22 and my pronouns are they/them. Just intj himbo doing silly little stuff

If you're here then you are now my gremlin and I'm your new dad, it's the law so don't fight it.

Having the embarrassing life purpose of obsessing over pretty men, even prettier women and everything that my little stinky funky brain finds neat.

Hey! I draw too sometimes. Not the best but I try

I'm like really socially awkward but I make up for it by USING ALWAYS ALL CAPS TO SCREAM AND ASSERT DOMINANCE

I speak Italian, English and Spanish. And by speak I mean I commit grammatical crimes with all three of them.

I sometimes put song recommendations in my posts cause I think my music taste is pretty lit.

Giving the most atrocious and shitty takes is my passion not my purpose

I have, ironically, a passion for writing and reading but the attention span of a 3 year old i have been cursed with does not give zero fucks. My two braincells are fighting for their life to work with my hobbies

asks about the admi

RULES!

About request and what I will and will not write:

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pedophilia, zoophilia, incest, r4pe descriptions ecc.

Please don't request extreme kinks like feet, scat ecc.

I don't write smut bros im sorry, I've tried but its not my thing. I can do light NSFW things tho

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if you want things such gore scenes, torture ecc. Being this a blog part of many dark themed fandoms I don't have a problem writing those type of things.

You can request ships too as long as they respect the guidelines

ABOUT MY WRITING:

I will always try to have the reader depiction neutral in any aspect such gender, religion, sexuality, race ecc but if you want something specific just ask!

I take like a long ass time doing requests so just hang on and sooner or later I'll do yours dw. If I haven't done it it's because I just need to tune my funky brain into writing or because I'm just obsessing over other fandoms.

Everything will always have a tw if needed so read them carefully, they're there for a reason.

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I'll now start with the whole character sending letters thing

Prompts ask

About what characters/fandoms i write for:

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR :

Masterlist

THE SLASHERS:

The walking dead au

Asa emory Au

Any version of Michael Myers

Brahms Heelshire

Asa Emory (the collector)

Jesse Cromeans (laid to rest)

Jason Voorhees

Thomas Hewitt

Bubba Sawyer

The Sinclair Twins (house of wax)

Pyramid head

Corey cunningham (Halloween ends)

AMERICAN HORROR STORY:

Tate Langdon

Kit Walker

Kyle Spencer

Jimmy Darling

James Patrick March

Oliver Thredson

Countess

ASSASSIN'S CREED

Ezio Auditore

Desmond Miles

Yusuf Tazim

Clay kaczmarek

Arno Dorian

THE WALKING DEAD:

Milton Mamet

Negan Smith

GHOST:

Swiss

Aether

Cardinal Copia

Rain

DETROIT BECOME HUMAN

Connor

Elijah kamski

Gavin reed

Ralph

Markus

Daniel

Chloe

Rk900 connor aka nines

Rk600 connor aka cyberlife tower connor

Call of duty modern warfare 2

Simon "ghost" riley

König

John "soap" mactavish

Hocus pocus

Billy butcherson

JoJo's bizarre adventure:

Jonathan joestar

Dio brando

Caesar Zeppeli

Phantom of the opera

The phantom aka Eric

The last of us

Tommy Miller

Joel Miller

Ellie Williams

Spider-Man into and across the spiderverse

Miguel O'Hara

The Spot

Peter B Parker

Peter Parker (Miles's universe)

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Overall just tell me what you want, follow these guidelines, be nice and I'll be more than happy to take your request!

[agentnico]

Thor: Love and Thunder (2022) Review

Am I the one who thought of that Britain’s Got Talent contestant Stavros Flatley when Russell Crowe popped up in this film? With the accent and the general demeanour? No? Just me? Fair enough.

Plot: Thor's retirement is interrupted by a galactic killer known as Gorr the God Butcher, who seeks the extinction of the gods. To combat the threat, Thor enlists the help of King Valkyrie, Korg and ex-girlfriend Jane Foster, who, to Thor's surprise, inexplicably wields his magical hammer, Mjolnir, as the Mighty Thor. Together, they embark upon a harrowing cosmic adventure to uncover the mystery of the God Butcher's vengeance and stop him before it's too late.

Thor: Ragnarök is still to this day my favourite Marvel Cinematic Universe film. It perfectly reinvented the titular character by seamlessly blending Taika Waititi’s energetic comedic timing with the mythology already built by the franchise prior, and truly that movie felt as if it came out straight from a comic book. The many colours and the inclusion Mark Mothersbaugh’s synthetic heavy 80′s techno pimped music score really made this entry a stand-out. So naturally I was looking forward to Thor’s fourth outing, especially since the entire Ragnarök creative team were coming back. Of course there was also concern, as since Avengers: Endgame the MCU has seen a dip in quality, as the lack of narrative direction has made most of the newer films very mediocre at best. But hey, in Taika we believe, so scurried into the cinema I did on opening day, ready for some Thortastic madness! By the way, did anyone know that Ben & Jerry’s now do ice cream shakes at the cinema? B&J SHAKES!? I mean c’mon, I’m trying to budget here and then Ben & Jerry’s come and pull this stunt. They taste rad though, not going to lie. Anyway, with a mighty fine shake in my hand, I sat in the cinema, ready for Thor’s next adventure. What could possibly go wrong?

I’m so glad I had that Ben & Jerry’s shake, at least I got some good out of this cinema outing. It is to my huge disappointment to reveal that Thor: Love and Thunder may just be Taika Waititi’s first real flop. The movie is a rushed mess and a half. It feels similar to Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 where Marvel gave James Gunn full creative freedom after he proved himself with the first Guardians film, now Taika to has been given full creative reign and the result is waaaaayyy too many cringey jokes, a lot of which don’t hit, and a very weak narrative plot, especially as the movie rushes through all the events, instead focusing on trying to fit in as may gags and humanly possible. 

First and foremost, they dumbed down the character of Thor to the point that we behold a bumbling idiot doing stupid things for the sake of jokes. In Ragnarök, yes Chris Hemsworth lent more into the comedic side of the character, with the innocent child-like outlook on certain things, however he was still cool. He still felt like a Norse god who can kick butt and lead an army. In Love and Thunder however, he is just silly to the point that you don’t see him as the hero anymore. What’s worse is that the movie reminds you of the good times, as there are a couple of dramatic scenes between Thor and Natalie Portman’s Jane Foster, where Hemsworth actually shows signs of tender serious emotions, but then within minutes that is lost again in favour of some unfunny gag. And speaking of Portman, her return is actually one of the few highlights. Previously in the franchise Jane Foster didn’t have much purpose other than hey, Thor is a beautiful man, so he needs a beautiful woman to rub his face against. There was no chemistry or care for their relationship. However in Love & Thunder props given where props are due, Natalie Portman’s Jane Foster is utilized really well. Her relationship with Thor felt much more believable, and a certain flashback featuring their love backstory to the accompaniment of ABBA was one of the few successful sparks of humour in the film, and her story in the movie actually tackles some deeper subjects that I do wish were given more time to explore and delve into. 

In regards to other characters, there are a few, but again, due to the rushed plot where the movie seems to be racing against time itself, a lot of characters are heavily under-used. Valkyrie and Korg basically serve no purpose, other than the latter over-staying his welcome by cracking eye-rolling jokes. The Guardians of the Galaxy that are heavily featured in the marketing are in the movie for 5 minutes at best, if that. There are also a bunch of cameos throughout, some of which work, others not so much. I do want to talk about Christian Bale though, who plays the villain Gorr. As expected, Bale brings a powerhouse performance filled with gravitas and depth, however one that also has a bit of whimsy to it, and actually he was one of the best parts of the movie. Again though, not used enough. You have an A-list actor like Christian Bale and give him such a short role, that’s naturally disappointing. But in the moments he’s in he does magic. Metaphorically speaking but also physically, as he has this magical death sword which he spews out shadow monsters from. You know, typical evil bad guy shenanigans. 

Thor: Love and Thunder comes off as a big fat joke. It’s a self parody of itself essentially, opting to act as a 2 hour long stand-up show, only that the comedian didn’t bring any decent material to the stage. Don’t get me wrong, it has a good few entertaining moments, and visually its good to look at, especially if you want to see Thor’s butt cheeks, but all in all it’s an underwhelming experience. Especially if you’re someone like me who is a big fan of Thor, with not just Ragnarök, but the previous films too. I’m sad to say, no matter how much Guns N’ Roses hits Taika sticks in this film, it doesn’t save it from being nothing more that mediocre and forgettable. Ah heck, at least I had that Ben & Jerry’s ice cream shake. That’s the only thing that’s keeping me going right now.

Overall score: 4/10

[pridewhatpride]

Do you have any gx rival shipping fanfic recs?

This ask has been sitting in my inbox for far too long. Prepare to get linked to half the Manjoume/Judai tag on Ao3 (FF.net is impossible to navigate and most of the works there are... questionable?).

I'll try to make this organised in some way...

My absolute favourite on Ao3 is Sour Candy by Aamalysstuff. Chapters: 1 Word count: 23,522 Reasoning: It's just... nice. It captures an aspect of teen romance that I just love- the awkwardness of sharing a room with someone you think you could never get along with just to find yourself wishing to never be apart from said roommate. And they share candy and music- what more can you want?

Moving on, there's Colour Theory by Sophisticated_Adult. Chapters: 1 Word count: 1,850 Reasoning: Well, I am a sucker for soulmate AUs and honestly? This is genius. This is the instance in which the only colours you can see before touching your soulmate are their eye and hair colour. So imagine poor Judai only seeing in greyscale and thinking he doesn't have one at all. Also this author is just great in general, in my humble opinion.

Another soulmate AU! All the King's Men by Souless_Robot. Chapters: 1 Word count: 2,434 Reasoning: Do you like pain? Do you want to see Manjoume suffer? Well, I do. So take the sweet promise of soulmates and flip it on its head by making Haou Manjoume's soulmate, while Judai is happily paired up with Johan. Don't we all love unrequited GX Rivalshipping?

A 2020 special: A Man in Uniform by Draconicmaw. Chapters: 1 Word count: 3,011 Reasoning: Has quarantine made you starved for interaction? Do you love platonic Manjoume-Asuka? Great! This fic has Asuka acting as the best wingman to Manjoume, who is the world's most disastrous bisexual. Judai is the sweaty and buff UPS man.

There's also Jun's (questionable) guide on how to go out with your crush by SheepySeconds. Chapters: 1 Word count: 9,567 Summary: In which Juudai stays at Jun's stupid apartment, keeps on getting injured in increasingly stupid ways, looks at Jun with those stupidly pretty eyes, and is stupidly impossible not to ask out, because Jun never claimed to have good taste or anything.

The last one-shot! parallel. by kaibaboy. Chapters: 1 Word count: 13,754 Summary: judai has never really had a 'special summer memory', and he finds himself wanting nothing more than to be able to understand the feelings of joy and euphoria surrounding the warmest season. manjoume ends up getting roped into his scheme, as always, but he finds himself going on yet another journey with judai — except this time, it doesn't end with them going in circles. this time, they finally meet at the intersection, and summer becomes sweeter than it had ever been before.

On to multi-chapter fics. Now. I haven't finished some of these (and some are even just on my to read list but deserve to be mentioned regardless), so I'll give you a summary instead of my own silly commentary (I also sometimes just don't have much to say ;;;;).

Straying by 111 (Insert). Chapters: 27 Word count: 219,653 Summary: The next time Manjoume saw him, Judai had a head full of spirits and a desperation that almost showed through. (I am recommending this just because a friend said it's good, honestly. I have yet to start reading it...)

Crushed by 111 (Insert). Chapters: 19 Word count: 150,973 Summary: Manjoume Jun should be dead, but he's not. The guard who throws the cell door open shouts a title different than the name running through his head over and over again. "The Supreme King has requested your presence." (Again, if Haou is mentioned, you know you're in for some fun pain.)

Take me home where I belong by space_lace. Chapters: 32 Word count: 43,668 Summary: For as much as Jun knew his brothers hated him, he never would have thought that they would be so willing to kill him. (In case you didn't hate Chosaku and Shouji enough- also, Manjoume struggles to live working as a cashier.)

Soul Reversal by Sophisticated_Adult. Chapters: 12 (Ongoing) Word count: 22,458 Summary: The roleswap AU no one asked for, featuring clueless rich boy Judai and bitter Very Much Not Rich Manjoume. Behold as two idiots with equal social skills just kind of flail around at each other. (This is just a dream come true. I love this author lol.)

Bonus Round! I'm now throwing unfinished stuff and pwp at you. Also two fics I just want you to read.

Saving You Saves Me by Osidiano. Chapters: 15 (Unfinished) Word count: 67,169 Reasoning: You see, this one has Manjoume as an actual believer. The Society of Light was not just brainwashing. The Darkness in Judai is also... strong. There is a lot of violence, but it's just... worth reading. I'm devastated it was never finished. It's honestly so so interesting.

Pentadic by spellcastersjudgement. Chapters: 1 Word count: 7,458 Reasoning: ... Technically it's Misawa centric. It's Misawa watching porn, which just so happens to be a camshow by Judai and Manjoume. It's honestly very fun to read. Misawa is very horny. Manjoume is a victim.

Super Stud by Hambone. Chapters: 1 Word count: 3,708 Reasoning: Manjoume is a people pleaser and he just so happens to encounter a horny fan whose name is Reginald Van Howell III. But Ulri! That isn't GX Rivalshipping!!! Listen. It's funny as fuck and Manjoume has an undying crush on Judai in it. I will die defending this fic. It's not my fault Jun is a hoe.

haven't you people ever heard of using the goddamn door by chancellorxofxtrash. Chapters: 1 Word count: 2,187 Reasoning: When I say that the polyamorous relationship Edo-Manjoume-Judai is amazing, this is what I'm talking about. This fic. It's godly. Nobody can touch this fic and get away with it. I will personally come and murder you Edo style.

The last entry is some shit user pridewhatpride has written. Don't actually read it, it's bad. Anyways, the new work in the series is coming out soon, so... Yeah, no skip this one. Unless you want your eyes to bleed. Bad fic boys. Nothing to see here. The first work is called Playing Rivals, but like... really. Don't.

Please read my shitty drabbles.

[runolllo-fanboygirl]

Who wanna ride the E3 hype with me come on what are your idiot baby wishes for BOTW Sequel. As in, stuff so silly or specific that it’ll probably not make it into the game ever but like YOU WANT IT ANYWAY. Cringe culture dead send reply. I’ll start:

- Lurelin clothes for Link (and his companions!)

- Sheik Zelda returns! More feminine-presenting Link too!

- Let me dive with the Zora... new Zora towns on the ocean... let Bazz, Rivan and the other childhood friends of Link have more interactions with him...

- Let me ride on Sidon and Teba again! Minigames so I can ride on them when I want (instead of being locked as a 1 time boss battle)

- More Divine Beasts and more Champions I’ll never have enough of them... Saria and Fado inspired maybe... m-make K-Kass a ch-champion...

- Kass musical minigames! More of Kass and his family!

- More recipes! Crafting! More features for the camera (maybe some from New Pokemon Snap, like the filters and re-snapping...) 

- Behold my galaxy brain: Teba in poly relationship with Saki AND Harth. Molli doesn’t feel as lonely anymore. Everyone wins :)

- AGE OF CALAMITY SPOILERS NEXT: More of Sidon piloting Ruta like a maniac. Seriously the small taste we got of feral driver Sidon in AOC have me CRAVING FOR MORE.

[utopiastyies]

anguilla.

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Summary: Harry meets Y/N at a bar in Anguilla and end up in his hotel room.

Warnings: oral (f recieving), sex, dirty talk.

Word Count: 1.5k

Note/s: this is my first post on tumblr so go easy on me! there will probably be a part two, but who knows! i hope you enjoy x

You could feel his eyes on you from across the bar, the way he was drinking you in.

You were leaving Anguilla in the morning after your week-long trip for your best friend's bachelorette party, and after all, you refused to go out with anything less than a bang.

Harry thought you were a vision, a sight to behold. Maybe that was why he let James and Adele continue with their drunken pep talks. Soon enough, he was on his feet, sights set on the chair beside you.

You felt his presence beside you.

“Can I buy y’ a drink?” The singer asked, watching your reactions.

You let your lips curl into a small smile before bopping your head, glancing at him in a way that made his heart race.

“I wouldn’t dare turn down a free drink” you quip,

“Surprise me,” You tell him. Harry’s tongue swiped across his bottom lip, nodding at you before signaling the bartender.

“A strawberry daiquiri for the lady, if you will”.

Soon you were arm in arm with Harry, walking along the shoreline. You both knew where this was heading, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy the trek up to his hotel room.

He asked you about your family, your friends. He asked about your interest and your deepest dislikes, but most of all, he shared little things about himself that he never normally did with one night stands.

He wouldn’t say it out loud, but deep down he knew that he didn’t want it to be just one night.

Harry loved how you treated him so normally, yet casually mentioned that you’d heard his music and that he has a great voice. He knew he had a good voice, yes, but hearing you say it so casually as if it wasn’t a big deal was euphoric.

You glanced up at him, his words having your full attention as he rambled about Cheshire and his life.

James and Adele were not as sneaky as they thought they were as they trailed behind the two of you, giddy that they possibly helped him make a move (they totally didn’t).

“Your friends are tailing us” You inform the Brit, smiling as his head whips backward. Adele waved cheerily as James threw up on the sand.

“’Pologies, pet. They aren’t normally this brazen”.

The way his cheeks flushed made you feel a sense of pride.

“They care..” You note, looking over your shoulder as Harry’s friends wrapped their arms around each other so that they were steady on their feet.

Once you were in his hotel room, he offered you a drink. You thought that he would sleep with you as soon as possible to make you leave, but he seemed almost...reluctent to start anything with you. He was more intent on sharing silly stories with you.

You decided to take matters into your own hands.

As Harry sat at the end of the massive bed, you grasped his glass from his hands and set it on the mantle before you sat on his lap. He stiffened momentarily before relaxing as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and fiddled with the ends of his hair.

Slowly but surely you leaned down, your faces level, and brushed your lips against his. It was a tentative kiss at first, both of you trying to get a feel for the other, but it soon turned passionate as Harry’s hands grasped your ass, kneading you through your dress.

You let out a content sigh as Harry locked his arms around your lower body and stood up, not letting go of you as he turned you around and plopped you on the bed.

He was hovering over you in no time, his lips on yours once again, tongue tracing the seam of your lips.

“So fucking beautiful..” He muttered against your swollen lips before your tongues tangled together. You could feel his cock through your dress, hard and begging to be let out of its confines.

The Brit nipped at your jaw, trailing kisses down your neck. You arched your back, and Harry slipped his hands behind you to undo your zipper. Once it was unzipped, he pulled back and watched as the fabric pooled around your waist, bare breasts on display.

His breathing hitched, hands reaching out and brushing against the underside before he attached his mouth to your left nipple without a warning.

You gasped, hands tangling in his hair as the tingling between your thighs kept growing.

He nipped at the bud, making you let out little whimpers into the darkened hotel room.

After a few more minutes of his current ministrations, he slid your dress and panties off, chucking them over his shoulder as he finally got his eyes on all of you.

He pressed a trail of kisses down your stomach, smirking up at you as your hips moved of their own accord, before finally, he flattened his tongue against your slit and licked a stipe from your opening to your clit. 

You threw your head back and let out the single most beautiful sound that Harry had ever heard.

He wrapped his arms around your thighs and delved right in, tongue circling your clit before he dipped it between your folds.

“Harry!” You moan, hands gripping his sheets as you roll your hips against his face.

“Taste so good, pet. Fucking delicious” He moaned against you pussy, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“So good- So good..” You babble nonsensically as he wraps his lips around your clit and slides his middle and index fingers inside of your dripping cunt.

He ate you out like it was his last supper.

Your moans got louder as he introduced a third finger and lapped at your clit causing you to clench around him and cum on his fingers without a warning.

Harry didn’t let up, in fact, he brought you to another orgasm right after.

You pulled him up to you and pressed your lips together gently, breath still shaky as he kissed you back delicately.

It felt different, and you both knew it.

He leaned all his weight on his left arm and cupped your face with his right hand. His lips were slow and deliberate and just- perfect. It was perfect.

“Shirt..” You mumble against Harry’s lips, your fingers fiddling with the buttons.

He takes it off, his eyes twinkling as you kneel on the bed to undo his belt. You threw it aside and wriggled his pants and boxers down, biting your lip as his erection hit his stomach.

His cock was an angry shade of red with precum leaking from its tip, and your mouth watered.

You reach out tentatively but Harry bats your hand away, only leaning back down to kiss you.

He settled between your legs and you shivered as his cock brushed against your core. You were sick of waiting, so you reached your hand between your bodies and guided his throbbing cock into your pussy, both of your jaws dropping as he pressed in.

“Fuck...you’re so tight pet. Squeezing me s’ good” Harry muttered before he moved his hips, penetrating you until his balls slapped against your ass.

“’ M so full, Haz. Feels so good!” You moan before pressing your lips together. 

Harry’s thrusts are slow and deliberate, hitting you right where you need it as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. His hand flew to your clit as you drew closer to your third climax of the night.

“Gonna cum f’ me, Y/N? Gonna cum all over m’ cock?”

“Harry!” You shouted as you were tipped off the edge, clenching around his cock and making him come right after you with repeated groans of your name.

Your eyelids grew heavy as he laid his head against your breasts, still inside of you but too consumed in the post-sex haze to pull out.

Your fingers carded through his sweaty hair, scratching his scalp and reveling in the hums he made.

“….Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“I have to pee” You laugh lightly. You feel his body rumble as he laughed with you pressing a kiss to your sternum before pulling out.

You wince at the feeling of emptiness and his cum leaking from your pussy, but you get up nonetheless.

Harry watches from the bed in admiration. He thinks that you’re the most beautiful human being he’s ever seen.

You find the bathroom quickly, doing your business to avoid getting a UTI, before splashing some water on your face.

You glance at the analog clock stung on the bathroom wall and your eyes widen.

It was now five in the morning and your flight was at five-thirty.

You rushed back into the main suite and collect your clothes as a very confused Harry watches your every move.

“You’re leaving?”

He sounded vulnerable.

You look up from doing the buttons on your pants and frown at his expression.

“I want to stay, really, but I have a flight home in half an hour for my best friend’s wedding,” You tell him gently as you take a seat beside him on the bed and cup his face.

“It’s non-refundable, if it was, I would stay”.

“...D’ya need a date to the wedding?”.