#but im glad to be back (i really missed my bed)

[orcelito]

Gencon is very busy...!!!

Ummmmm highlights of the day..!!!

I maybe bought 4 Naruto figurines. Thankfully not individually expensive (though perhaps a little expensive all together...) see I wanted Sasuke but I also wanted Kakashi and I couldn't have Sasuke without Naruto and well it would feel wrong to have the 3 of them without Sakura and so I somehow. Got all 4. Haha. I'll most likely post pics later, whenever I end up opening them. I'm still at the convention center rn lol

(Putting the rest of this under a cut bc it got a little long lol)

I was on the field of the Lucas Oil Stadium, aka the stadium that the Indianapolis Colts play at. I've attended all of One game here (not professional football, it was a high school game lol) so I've felt the size of it, but it's still fucking crazy being on the field. It's so BIG...... and obviously they've got the grass covered rn, but it's still pretty cool!!!

I maaaade dice!!! Pretty precise process it seems, & definitely would require a Lot of work (after the sanding and the painting etc etc). I do still wanna get into it, but if I wanted to spring for stuff like the vacuum chamber or the pressure pot...

Yeah, it'd get expensive. Add in the fact that I don't have a good place to do this away from the cats & it really is not feasible to start rn. But!!! Eventually!!!! I think I'd really enjoy it. I just need a dedicated workshop space where I can spread out without worrying about poisoning my cats lol.

Here's some cool game set stuff I saw in the event hall. This picture is maybe... hm... a fourth of the event hall? And then when you consider that the vender hall (connected to the event hall, though it's closed right now) is maybe 1.5 times as big as the event hall?? Give or take a little...

Aka just imagine booths upon booths upon booths... I'm gonna have to take a pic of it tomorrow. I was there too briefly to think about taking a pic. Honestly I maybe managed to get through like a tenth of the whole vender hall in an hour of wandering. It's fucking huge. And So Many Dice... I bought one set of 14 (I think it was) dice. Aka an extended set. And then I got a random set bag of dice (just a basic 7). And then a d20 with a cat on it. And a dice of LETTERS. Aka I guess a d26 (I totally did not have to double check that there were 26 letters in the alphabet)(I have 702k words written & posted to ao3)(😂😂😂 I'm very tired) but with letters instead of numbers. And it's glow in the dark!!! And I found some hxh buttons, and a mighty nein poster, and uhmmmm. A cute lanyard. And that's all I bought. Which really is such restraint for me. (Omfg I just saw a dragon cosplay)(someone just dressed as a dragon)

OH YEAH I saw a fucking. Persona 5 Ryuji cosplay. Hanging out with the biker lady from Durarara. Featuring the Ryuji holding her scythe hfksbfmd which was such a funny image. I was too shy to ask for a pic but just trust 🙏 i saw this

Anyways yeah the only real big thing I bought is the naruto figurines. I'll show pics later once I got the stuff again (I dropped it all off in the car earlier)

Omfg literally as I've been sitting here (on a bench at the side of a main hallway) someone stopped by and gave me a handmade bracelet !!!

DND's 50th anniversary!!! So cute!!!!

[bmpmp3]

rosie on da computer

[mwagneto]

only like 24 hours and then im out of here. i am so fawking ready to sleep for 1000000 hours you guys have no idea

[old-stoneface]

gaahhhhh...i feel like my brain and whole body and everything is melting ! at least i got some good sleep today

[a-heartshaped-object]

i’m finally back home

[bunnis-monsters]

i am so sorry but i’m on my period and rotting, i must speak these thoughts and i feel like you would understand.

vampire lover who comes a little unhinged when it’s your period. even when you’re ovulating, your scent just becomes sweeter and he is practically salivating. his sweet, sweet dear ripening for him to feast on.

when it’s finally that time and you’re in bed, squirming and uncomfortable from cramps he’ll climb between your thighs, big hands cupping the soft expanse of your lower tummy. “Poor baby, I know it hurts so bad. Can I help, please, my love?”

Vampire lover who buries his face between your plush thighs and indulges himself in you, nose buried into your plush pubic mound, lapping and licking like a man starved. every time you gush a mix of blood and your juices his eyes practically roll back. “My love you taste of ambrosia…how lucky am I? A man damned, fortunate enough to have the taste of the heavens upon my tongue.”

(is this too depraved…i am so sorry-)

OH LORD

And he’s just not able to stop. He stays between your thighs for hours, until your pussy is swollen and puffy.

All he wants is to make you feel better… he’s just happy that making you feel better tastes so good.

He does this every night before bed, says it’s to help you sleep. You’d think he’d fuck you since he’s usually horny after/while he drinks your blood… but he doesn’t. He just eats you out until you’re seeing stars then curls up with you in his arms.

I like to think the day your period stops, he’s very pouty. Although he’s glad you’re no longer in pain, he’s going to miss the intimacy of drinking “the blood of your uterus” as he calls it.

That night, he finally pins you down and takes your pussy, his actions far from gentle. He’s been holding back all week, going to bed with his bulge pressed against your plush ass every night.

He wanted to spend your first menstrual cycle with him pleasing you, showing you he cared, so he waited until you were better for sex… but the next one he would really let himself go and fuck you good.

That’s what you wanted, and he knew it. You cried and begged for him as he was eating your bleeding pussy out, wanting his cock, begging for him to give it to you.

As he finally filled you up, your vampire lover cooed and pulled out, curling up with you in his arms.

“I could spend eternity like this, my love… an eternity together with you…”

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[hollandsangel]

2:15 am | c. sturniolo

HI yes im alive who’s surprised (me, i am)

self proclaimed mayor of the ‘chris can’t sleep alone’ club (doing gods work, you’re welcome)

summary: chris cant sleep & you’re the perfect remedy

wc: 834

gif by @hotelstares !

you haven’t been asleep very long. maybe twenty minutes or half an hour.

you’re in the midst of a fuzzy dream when your phone starts to vibrate on your dresser next to your bed. the sound is difficult to recognize at first, getting all mixed up with your dream in your mind. eventually it wakes you up, tugging you away from the soft haze you’d been emersed in.

groggily, you reach over for the device, squinting your eyes to try and read the contact. your eyes are bleary, but you’re able to make out your boyfriends name and contact photo after a brief seceond.

“chris?” you wonder through the line upon answering, voice thick with sleep and hardly above a whisper.

“hey ma,” his voice is smooth, like he hasn’t been asleep yet.

“hi…i think i was dreaming about you,” you say as you let your head fall back against the pillow, rubbing gently at your eyes with your other hand.

“yeah?” he says through a deep breath. the smile your confession elicits from him is audible and contagious.

“yeah, either that or i just spent the last four days with you and my brain hasn’t realized we’re apart yet,” you think he must be able to hear your smile as well.

“my brain hasn’t really realized it either,” he mumbles, getting a little bit shy.

you close your eyes, content being soothed by his voice.

“what time is it?” you ask him, even if you could easily look at your phone screen for the answer. opening your eyes feels like too much work.

chris answers of course, without hesitation, “2:15,”

“it’s pretty late, you okay, bub?” you ask him before answering your own question, “can’t sleep?” you know how he gets, always needing someone close by when he drifts off.

you can imagine it’s a bit difficult tonight, considering you spent the last few nights sharing his bed. you’d found it a little harder than normal too, having gotten used to his arms tucked around you, his face pressed against your shoulder blade.

“i miss you,” he mutters and it makes you blush, “and i don’t wanna crawl into bed with matt or nick, i know it won’t help,” he admits, letting out a long breath.

“you wanna come over?”

“would that be okay?” he seems a little bit embarrassed, like he might be inconveniencing you.

“of course, chris,” you open your eyes now, reaching over to turn on your bedside lamp, “i want cuddles now,” you say sheepishly, face still half pressed against your pillow, muffling the words.

“mmk, i’ll get an uber, be there soon,”

“kay, love you,” you sigh, waiting for him to hang up.

“love you too,” he says first, making you smile even if you’ve heard it a thousand times.

in the twenty minutes it takes for chris to show up, you’re drifting in and out of sleep, trying your hardest to keep the lull of exhaustion at bay as you wait, no matter the difficulty.

soon enough, the sound of a key in the lock sends a small jolt of wakefulness through you, and you anticipate the subtle push of the door as he comes through to your bedroom.

“nick or matt’s bed wasn’t good a enough?” you tease, watching him turn a little red as he shuffles into your room.

“i wanted to sleep in your bed,” he mumbles, beanie hanging low and covering his eyebrows, pajama pants hanging lower. he lifts the duvet and crawls in with you, immediately wrapping you in his arms, “nd’ i wanted to sleep with you, not my stinky brothers.”

you laugh, stifling it against the blankets “m glad you’d rather snug with me,”

“you kidding? you’re the best snugger around.”

“i’d say,” you hum, tugging his beanie off and tossing it somewhere on your floor.

he gives you a squeeze before reaching over to turn you so you’re facing him, “thanks for letting me come over,” he mutters, beaming in the low light. he looks so pretty like this, grinning down at you, illuminated by the soft glow of your lamp. he reaches up slightly and brushes your hair from your face.

you have a small moment of realization; he’s admiring you the same way you’re admiring him. you think your heart grows in size, gratitude making it swell up.

“thanks for comin’,” you whisper back, leaning up so your noses touch.

chris closes the gap, giving you a gentle kiss before pulling back and kissing your forehead too.

“night,” he tucks you against him, keeping you close, “i love you,” it’s sweet, how his tone changes. it’s tired now, chalked full of sleep and you can’t help but think it’s because he’s with you now, and that’s what puts him at ease enough to finally relax.

“i love you too,” you whisper into the barely-there space between you, watching as his eyes close and his lashes kiss the tops of his cheeks.

you can’t help yourself, leaning forward just enough to kiss him there too.

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tags ! @st4rswrld @urfavvev3lyn @mattsturnioloarchive @averysbestyears @its-jennarose @strnilolo @grimholic @tworosesblackthorn @mattscoquette @dazednmatthews @pinkishpearls

[rafeandonlyrafe]

aphrodisiac

words: 3.5k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, stepbro!rafe, stepcest, drugging, noncon/dubcon, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, female receiving oral, fingering, multiple orgasms, unprotected p in v sex, pregnancy, somnophilia, male masturbation, bit of voyeurism?, mention of plan b, reader is 19 (rafe is like 20/21 but its not explicitly said)

“hey, sis.” rafe calls from the bottom of the stairs. you peak your head out of your room, curls swaying as you look at him. “i made you dinner.” “oh, you did!” you squeal, bounding down the stairs to fall into rafe arms, giving him a big hug as he spins you. “you’re the best step brother ever!”

rafe loves your reaction. something as simple as him preparing some food for you has you hugging and thanking him incessantly, a big smile on your face, so appreciated of the little act. 

“no problem, sis. you’ll eat with me right?” rafe asks, having already placed the meal in the dining room, his plate at the head of the table, yours right next to him. he didn’t want to mix up whose was whose, for reasons you didn’t know yet.

“of course.” you nod, letting rafe interlace your fingers together as he leads you towards the dining room. you look at your place already set, another grin coming to your face. rafe made you soup and already got a big glass of water for you.

“thank you so much.” you hug rafe before sitting down, not realizing how much having your body pressed against his is affecting him.

“of course, bunny.” rafe says, leaning over the side of the table to push a strand of your hair behind your ear, not missing the way a blush comes to your cheeks.

you stir the soup before bringing the spoon to your mouth, blowing on it before taking a sip. “oh my gosh, rafey!” you smile at your brother. “this is so good!”

“im glad, honey.” rafe says, patting your thigh under the table before he works on his meal as well, letting out a breath of relief when you couldn’t taste what he had slipped in. “so, tell me about your day.”

“ugh, well i got into a fight with tiffy…” you begin to recount the details as you eat, not noticing that one of rafes hands stays underneath the table, just out of view as he grinds his hand down against his crotch, not able to control his cock when he’s around you, even your sweet little voice just explaining the drama of your day has him rock hard.

you don’t notice as rafes hand starts to jack up and down, his shoulder barely moving, his cock now free from his pants, praying he cums before you finish your soup, glad that you’re guzzling it all down. he wasn’t sure how much to put in, the secret ingredient he added just to yours. he wanted to make sure it took effect, but at the same time didn’t want to make you pass out.

“and then i took a shower.” you shrug. “boring, i didn’t do anything special. just shaved my legs and stuff. i did do a hair mask actually.” you touch over your curls, hoping they look a little shinier than normal.

“looks good.” rafe says, his voice hoarse, like he’s straining, and you make a weird face for a split second, trying to decipher if something is wrong before you shrug it off, immediately returning to recounting your day. “but i did use this new moisturizer all over, and it smells sooo good. like strawberries mixed with vanilla. just delicious.” you let out a small moan when describing the scent, not even realizing that rafe jolts in his seat, cumming into his hand as he bites his lip hard, barely holding back his noises.

“not as good as this soup though, rafey. thank you sooo much.” you reach over, rubbing your hand over his bicep. rafe quickly tucks himself back into his shorts, letting out an awkward cough.

“its no problem, really.” he shrugs. he feels a little guilty. you're so appreciative, and everything he’s doing has ulterior motives, but then you smile at him, and rafes cock pulses in his pants, and the bit of guilt goes out the window.

--

you sway towards the bed, wondering if you are coming down with something, your body warm, skin sweaty. you have already put on a pair of short pajamas, opting to skip the long set you usually like due to how hot you are.

you flop down on top of the covers, fanning yourself. you close your eyes, trying to sleep, but there's so much heat coming from you, especially between your legs.

“ugh!” you let out a groan, tugging your pajama shirt off to leave you in a sports bra, your shorts the next to go. you toss them off the bed and lay back, feeling like you can see your heartbeat through your skin.

you try turning to the side, hoping switching positions would make you fall asleep, but as your eyes close, so do your thighs, clenching them together as you grind back and forth, a delicious amount of pressure on your privates.

you quickly realize what you are doing and flip onto your back, panting heavily. you reach slowly between your legs. you've never masturbated before, but you've heard from your friends and movies what it is, so you cautiously rub a singular finger over top of your underwear when you suddenly press over a part of you that makes your entire body jolt, a moan forcing its way out of your mouth.

you try rubbing harder, focusing on the spot. you aren't even aware of the noises falling from your lips as your hand quickens, gasping out when you realize that your underwear is wet.

you've never felt the weird slickness between your legs before, but it helps your underwear rub easier over your skin, so you ignore it and continue.

before you realize what is happening, a damn breaks and a high spreads throughout your body. you scream out, limbs shaking as you rub yourself, realizing halfway through that this must be an orgasm.

you physically jolt off the bed when you realize that you just screamed out loud. it was only you and rafe in the house, everyone else gone for a weekend trip, but he must have heard you, his room right across the hall from yours, but you have more pressing issues as the orgasm did nothing to calm you down, immediately beginning to rub between your legs again.

you slide your shaky legs off the bed, knowing this isn't normal, the way your body is working. you must be sick, ill. you stumble out of your room and slam your body into rafes door, not caring that you fell into the wood, not when it's so cool and decreasing your temperature.

“sis?” rafe opens the door, and you quite literally fall into his arms.

“some… somethings wrong, rafe.” you pant, hands gripping at his shoulders as he holds you up.

“come in, come in.” rafe says, pulling you further into the room, kicking his door behind you. rafe maneuvers you to the bed, and the second you're sat down on the edge, your thighs are clenched together.

“i-i feel really weird. somethings wrong with my body i don't know, help me please.” you sob, chest rising and falling quickly.

“okay, okay.” rafe says, somehow not seeming surprised about the state you're in. 

rafe places a hand on your shoulder, and you cry out from the touch, feeling like your body is on fire.

“i must have ate something bad or-” you pause mid sentence, realization sinking in. you look to rafe with wide eyes. “what did you do?”

“come on sissy, let me help you out.” rafes thumb sweeps over your skin, forcing a shiver through your body.

“rafe.” you say cautiously, but it turns into a whine when he tugs on the strap of your sports bra.

“it's okay.” rafe says so softly. “im just taking care of you.” rafe brings his other hand to your torso, grabbing the bottom of your bra and pulling it over your head, your arms too weak to do anything but rise up and let him take it off.

you know you should cover your chest, but it feels so good to have your nipples exposed to the cold air as you let out a low moan. rafe pushes your shoulders back, and you fall against the bed without even trying to hold yourself up.

“such gorgeous tits, sis.” rafe leans over your body, hands coming to grip your chest, palms rubbing against your nipples.

“p-please.” you beg. “you're my brother.”

“just your step brother.” rafe bites back. “and i know you'd want me if your mom hadn't married my dad. i just needed to slip a little something into your soup to help you along.”

rafe isn't wrong, of course you find him attractive, but you did everything in your power to set that aside and truly see him as a brother, even if you didn't meet until well into your teens.

“you drugged me?” you squeal, pushing your chest into his hands as he massages his fingers into your plump chest, putting enough pressure to keep you down, not that you’re truly resisting.

“just a little aphrodisiac.” rafe glances down between your legs, your underwear completely soaked. “clearly it worked.” “just… just make me stop feeling like this.” you say quietly, ashamed of what you are asking for.

“yeah?” rafe smirks, immediately starting to move, pulling his shirt off and tossing it away. “gonna fuck you so good, sis.”

“you can’t tell anyone.” you remind rafe, even as your eyes gloss over at seeing his muscles. you sit up suddenly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you kiss him. you moan against his mouth, pulling him onto the bed before flipping so you’re on top. you make out with rafe, truly not sure if you’re even doing a good job, you’ve never taken anything this far with a guy before.

you grind your hips down over rafes crotch, feeling how hard he is beneath his sweatpants. whatever rafe put in your soup makes it for too easy for you to cum as you already feel your high building again, especially when rafe raises his hands to play with your nipples, pinching and flicking at them while you buck your hips into his.

you pull away from rafes kiss with a squeal as you cum, your knees pressing together around rafes hips.

“holy shit, that was hot.” rafe smiles up at you, a toothy grin that has butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“just help me, please.” you beg. rafe nods, flipping you over onto the bed. you shuck your underwear off as he takes off his sweats, frowning when he's still covered by his underwear.

“ive wanted to taste you for so long-” rafe says, shoving your legs open as he lays in between them, his eyes on your soaked cunt.

“rafe, what are you gonna do-ooooh!” you shout as rafe lurches forward, burying his head between your legs. his tongue licks long stripes through your folds, lapping up all of your juices.

“never got head before?” rafe smirks, bringing a finger to your hole, teasing it by simply circling around.

“no, never done anything with a guy before.” you admit shyly.

“aww, baby.” rafe pouts up at you. “i didn’t know you were a virgin. that almost makes me feel bad about this.” rafes feeling doesn’t last long as his tongue is quickly back on your cunt, this time flicking directly over your clit.

you bring your hands to his hair, holding his face into your pussy as you grind your hips. rafe sucks your bud into his mouth the same time his finger plunges into you, forcing out yet another orgasm that has you screaming so loud you’re concerned the neighbors would hear.

“so, so good.” you whine, your clit feeling oversensitive but still filled with need as rafe continues licking and sucking, his finger now thrusting in and out of you.

“can make you feel like this all the time, sis. gonna let me fuck you after tonight right?” rafe asks, barely pulling away from you to speak, feeling the vibrations from his mouth on your pussy.

you don’t answer right away. you feel like you can’t truly give an answer, not when you are so turned on that you feel like you could explode, not as his finger keeps pumping inside of you.

“baby sis?” rafe looks up at you, waiting for an answer. you pull your lip between your teeth, trying to formulate thoughts. “or i can stop right now. if you don’t want to keep fucking me then you don’t need me tonight.”

“no, no, no!” you cry out as rafes finger stops moving. “i’ll keep sleeping with you just-just fucking move! make me cum again!”

rafe sucks your clit into his mouth as he forces another finger in, your walls tight around him but so slick he can move easily. rafe has to press his hips into the mattress as you cum again, giving some relief to his cock.

“fuck, how long until it wears off?” you cry out as your clit pulses.

rafe sits back, wiping his mouth against your thigh to clean his chin. “probably will feel better once i fuck you.” rafe says, in truth he’s not sure.

“fuck me then.” you beg, body squirming against the mattress, sweat leaking from your skin.

rafe nods, pulling his fingers out and kneeling between your legs. he pauses briefly before pulling his underwear off and tossing them away. “i can put a condom on but it probably won’t feel as good.” “just… just buy me a plan b tomorrow, okay? need you to cum in me, i think it’ll help.” you swallow nervously, knowing it’s a mistake, not just letting a guy fuck you raw, but your step brother.

rafe nods, draping his body over yours, knowing you are far too weak for any other position, your limbs jelly from the drugs and the orgasms. rafe reaches down, lining his cock up with your entrance. he pushes in slowly, watching your face contort in pleasure.

once he’s all the way seated inside of you, rafe feels your cunt squeeze around him rapidly, another orgasm being drawn out. you pant heavily, worried this will never end as rafe swings his hips out and then back in.

“is it-is it always this easy to cum?” you ask. they’ve all felt so good so far, but you are beyond overwhelmed.

“you’ve never cum before?” rafe asks, grunting as you raise your hips slightly, letting him sink in even deeper.

“not before tonight.” you admit, glancing down your body to see rafes cock entering you repeatedly, making another orgasm rise to the surface as you reach between your legs, fingers pressing to your clit as you cum hard.

“not always, baby. but i promise i’ll make you feel real good, even when you don’t have any aphrodisiacs.” rafe presses his lips against yours, but it’s not really a kiss, not when you can’t stop panting, your jaw slack and unable to close.

“did you take anything?” you question, realizing how hard rafes cock is, how easily he’s pounding into you.

“no, you are just that sexy, sis. i’ve wanted to get inside you for so long.” rafe grunts, making sure he thrusts as deep as possible every time.

“i-i think i’m gonna cum again!” you warn rafe, rubbing yourself to another orgasm, letting out a squeal as rafe struggles not to cum with you tightening around him, needing to get at least one more out of you before he bursts himself.

“fuck, you’re so tight.” rafe groans.

“cum in me rafe, please. i need your cum.” you whine, back sliding up and down the mattress as he fucks into you.

“yeah?” rafe smirks. “need your brothers cum, huh?” you know his dirty words are meant to tease you, but you can’t help agreeing. “yes, brother, please, please.”

rafe shifts his weight to one elbow, reaching down with his free hand to swat your fingers away from your clit, rubbing himself harshly, trying to get you to cum at the same time, hoping that will satisfy you.

“close.” rafe warns.

you let out a scream, back arching off the mattress as you cum, triggering rafes orgasm as he shoots his load inside of you, filling you up completely, rubbing you gently throughout your high before pulling away. rafes cock softens as he pulls out, flopping on his back onto the bed next to you.

you don’t even give him a second to breath, straddling rafes hips and trying to get his cock back inside of you, but rafe winces as his cum drips out of your cunt. “sis, stop. too sensitive.” he warns.

“i-i still need you though!” you argue. “you drugged me rafe, you have to help!” “here, come sit on my face.” rafe tugs at your hips until you are hovering over his mouth. rafe makes sure to only work his tongue against your clit, not wanting to taste his own cum, even as he feels it falling onto his chin and sliding down his neck.

rafe eats you out through five more orgasms until you can’t kneel above him any longer, flopping to the side.

“fuck me again, please.” you beg as rafe takes the blanket at wipes away his chin and chest.

“i can’t, i’m so fucking tired.” rafe wishes he could get it up, but its late, his body is exhausted, and he can barely keep his eyes open.

“you can’t fall asleep and leave me like this!” you scream at rafe, tears falling down your cheeks.

“shh, here.” rafe reaches his hand out, sticking two fingers inside of your pussy, squelching in your wetness. he fingers you until he can’t move any longer, passing out. you continue to hump yourself on his fingers and rub your clit until the need lessens, the drugs begin to wear off, and you manage to pass out next to rafe just before sunset.

you wake up with a groan, muscles sore as you blink your eyes open, bed still covered in wetness.

“hey sis.” rafe says, sitting on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, now dressed in his underwear.

“rafe.” you growl out. “you drugged me, you piece of shit!”

“hey, you certainly enjoyed yourself.” rafe argues back, locking his phone screen and tossing it away.

“fuck you!” you shout, launching yourself at your brother. rafe expects you to slap him, or scratch him, but not your lips as you press them against his.

“fuck me.” you ask. “i-i want to feel you when not drugged. you owe it to me. please, rafe.”

“oh baby.” rafe coos, not realizing what he just woke up inside of you. “you don’t have to beg me.”

--

“who did this to you?” your mother screams, ward looking just as concerned. “you’re still a teenager!” “i’m an adult!” you argue back.

“you’re nineteen! you still live at home, you have no job, no money! and now you’re pregnant?” 

“when i find who did this to you.” ward pipes up, an angry expression on your face, completing the rest of the sentence without even having to use words.

“just… go to your room while your stepdad and i talk. i don’t want to see your face right now.” your mother shoos you away.

any other time you would cry at her harsh words, and at disappointing your mom and step dad, but you know what is waiting for you in your room.

“they're pissed.” you pout, falling into rafes arms once your door is closed and locked behind you.

“a little bit longer, sissy. and then i’m getting us out of here. i know it sucks, but i need a couple more weeks to get the money, and then we are gone. anywhere in the world you want.” “tell me again.” you sigh, leaning your head against rafes chest, placing a hand on your stomach, your bump haven gotten to big to hide it anymore.

“just you. me. our baby. no one who knows we are step siblings. i steal the money to get us away, and then we make it legit. find jobs. get married. have more babies.”

you smile up at rafe, pressing a kiss to his neck. 

“i…” you whisper, knowing how dangerous of a time this is for you two getting caught. “i want you again.” rafe smiles. “that baby inside of you has you acting like you’re on that aphrodisiac again.”

“shut up.” you groan, rolling your eyes as you fall back into the bed, lifting your dress up to reveal you aren’t wearing any underwear. “we wouldn’t be going through this if you would have just bought me a plan b that next day like you were supposed to.”

“baby-” rafe shucks off his pants and underwear. “you spent all day riding my cock or begging for my mouth, even when the drugs wore off. i didn’t have any time!” “yeah, yeah, yeah.” you roll your eyes. “just get inside of me.”

rafe smiles at you as he lines up with your entrance, sinking in with a quiet groan before leaning forward, feeling your baby bump press against his abs. “i love you, sis.”

“i love you too, brother.”

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[foxfirexo]

hi its my first time writing a lil story like this, I hope it's not too long and you like it!! ^^

*THIS STORY IS ABOUT TRANSFEMS*

you're at a party and you don't know why you thought this was a good idea. it's not some insanely big party, just a group of friends but you only know a few of them and aaaaaaa it's still enough to be loud and overwhelming. you cling to the wall, not knowing how to join into the circle of conversation happening in the middle of the room without disrupting its flow.

this is stupid. why are you even here? you're terrible in this kind of situation. might as well just use the bathroom and then leave, not like anyone will notice-

wait, did that girl just look at you? no, not just that, did she just stop mid sentence and- and did you imagine it, or did her jaw clench and her lips curl into the subtlest of smiles when she saw you?

no no no no you say to yourself as your cheeks flush bright red. you abandon your drink on a side table and flee the scene, now needing to find the bathroom for multiple reasons...

you search the halls desperately trying to find the bathroom, wanting so badly to hide. damnit why do you have to be too shy to just ask somebody where the damn thing is? it's not helping that every time you close your eyes even just for a moment you see that devious little grin and that gorgeous face- wait

you blink a few times. this time your eyes aren't closed but the gorgeous face is staring mischievously at you anyway? you blink a few times, surely you've finally gone insane and this is a hallucination

"going somewhere, darling?" she says, her voice low and dripping with... desire?

you barely manager to stutter out a pitiful, "i- no i- I was j-just trying to find th-the bathroom," but you're finding it really hard to focus fck why is she standing so close that you can smell her fck why does she smell so good fck fck fck

"surely you weren't going to hide away all... this... from me?" too close too close you can feel her breath from here oh god what is she looking at why are her eyes wandering like that

you're slammed with instant regret that you decided you didn't need to wear a bra today, and you are painfully aware of the texture of your tshirt as your very excited nipples say hello to the gorgeous lady who is staring directly at them oh lord what is happening

before your mind can catch up she reaches up and brushes a finger in a thoughtless circle against the hard lil bump poking out through your tshirt. "oh my~ looks like i wasn't the only who felt something between us~" she grabs your wrist and starts dragging you into an empty bedroom but you're still trying to process what she just said. wait, what? not.. not the only...????

the click of a door closing pierces through your confusion and brings you back to the present, only to find yourself being pushed back and falling and- oh you were caught by a bed and- oh shit she's kneeling over you-

"im glad i caught you before you could run away, kitten," her lips find yours for the briefest of moments before leaning in right next to your ear and whispering, "i can't stand the thought of missing out on a tasty little snack such as yourself, that would be a tragedy" *she licks your ear* "hmmm, wouldn't it?"

you go to protest but her knee presses up between your thighs and your words are lost to a moan escaping your lips. your head is fuzzy but you can't help yourself and as if they have a mind of their own your hips start moving, desperately pushing up against her knee, you can't get enough aaahhh

"awww what a pretty little slut," she coos, her fingers reaching down and wrapping around your dick and eliciting a sharp gasp from you. "such a good girl, perhaps I should reward you by using you, mmmm?" she grins and her eyes sparkle at you, she's enjoying this too damn much but nnngh fck its so hotttt

the cold air of the room makes your skin prickle as she tugs off your clothes, leaving goosebumps all over your skin. as she pulls her own shirt off and undoes her bra you forget how horny you are for just a moment as you marvel at how breathtaking her body is, she looks like one of the goddesses just dropped out of the sky and now she's undressing in front of you...

... then your eyes trail down a little further as she tugs off her jeans and you inhale sharply at the sight of her gorgeous dick, already dripping and pulling her lacy blue panties taught. oh my god this is really happening oh my god

she wraps you up in her arms and pulls you into her lap, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear so she can sink her teeth uninterrupted into the supple flesh of your neck. her hardness is pressing up against you now and your heart is racing like a hurricane in your chest. all you can manage to squeak out is a desperate, "p-please.." before she sinks herself into your ass. your back arches and your tits press against hers and it feels amazing, so amazing, you can feel her swollen nipples pressed against your own and you cry out with utter desperation

"shhhh, quiet, pet! I don't want anyone interrupting my playtime. nobody gets to enjoy this but me."

you feel sharp nails digging into your back as her throbbing dick thrusts into you even deeper than before, but the shuddering moan trying to escape your throat is silenced by three fingers shoved into your mouth, pressing against your tongue. with that your mind goes utterly blank and your whole body clenches

its too much its too much its too much

you feel her teeth sink into your neck once again, using you to stifle her own moans as she fills your ass with hot cum. you cry out against her fingers and it feels like your whole body is bursting at the seams and in a moment of hazy mind numbing pleasure that seems to hang and stretch out for an eternity....... your body shudders and you orgasm harder than you've ever orgasmed before

your heaving chests still pressed together like the world depends on it, she smiles up at you and you feel a little silly, your mouth dripping with saliva and your thighs covered in the sweet evidence of what you'd otherwise discount as a fever dream.

"what a good girl, a very good girl," she mumbles with a huge shameless grin on her face as she kisses your last few shreds of consciousness away

damn what a crazy part amirite i want to go to a party like this goddamn

[vmlnrznotfound]

Hi there!! I saw your series “My gf is mad at me I hope I die” and it’s was soo cute haha! If you’re up for it, could I request Hiori, Karasu, and Otoya for that same series? Love your writing. Thanks for considering!

[PART3] MY GIRL IS MAD AT ME, I HOPE I DIE.

characters: hiori, karasu, otoya

a/n: hi anonnie!! im saur glad you liked my writing<3

HIORI YO

the silence between you and hiori is thick, like a wall that neither of you is willing to break down. you’ve been upset with him for a while now, and he understands why. he’s given you space, hoping it would help you cool down, but as he watches you on the couch, engrossed in your animation, he knows that the distance isn't helping anymore.

he hesitates before sitting down next to you, the cushion dipping slightly under his weight. you don’t acknowledge his presence, your eyes fixed on the screen.

he reaches out, his hand gently brushing against yours. you don’t react, but as soon as his fingers curl around your hand, you pull it away, a silent but clear rejection.

hiori’s hand lingers in the air, cold and empty. he swallows the lump forming in his throat, trying to ignore the pang of hurt that comes with your refusal. but he doesn’t give up. he reaches for your hand again, this time holding it tightly, refusing to let you slip away so easily.

“you don’t understand, y/n,” he begins, his voice soft yet laced with desperation. “i can’t let you go now, not until you forgive me. i’m so sorry…i didn’t mean for it to end up like this.”

you remain silent, your gaze fixed on the screen, but he can see the sadness etched on your face, and it’s like a knife twisting in his chest. he sighs deeply, trying to find the right words to break through to you.

“don’t forgive me now,” hiori says, his voice cracking slightly. “just…let me be closer.”

his grip on your hand tightens, but not painfully so—just enough to let you know he’s there, that he’s not going anywhere. slowly, he scoots closer to you, resting his head on your shoulder, hoping you’ll let him stay like this, even if just for a little while.

KARASU TABITO

karasu stood a few steps away, his expression a mix of frustration and genuine sorrow. “i know i messed up,” he said, his voice rough. “i can see you’re not ready to talk, but i need you to know how sorry i am.”

you remained silent, your arms crossed, giving him the cold shoulder. karasu sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “i’m not asking you to forgive me right now,” he continued, his tone softening. “i just need you to know that i’m here and willing to listen whenever you’re ready.”

he glanced at you with a pained expression. “i’m not trying to force you to talk,” he said quietly. “i just don’t want you to think i’m giving up. i care too much to just walk away.”

the silence lingered between you, and karasu took a deep breath, his shoulders slumping slightly. “when you’re ready to talk, i’ll be here,” he said. “i promise. just…don’t shut me out like that.”

he then took a step back, giving you space while keeping a hopeful look in his eyes, waiting for a sign that you were willing to address what had happened.

OTOYA EITA

it was past midnight. you had kicked eita out of the room, giving him the silent treatment. he tossed and turned on the couch, missing your touch and feeling the weight of your silence. his phone blinked with a new message. he picked it up to see your text: 'come over.'

eita’s heart raced as he walked into the room, trying to gauge your mood. you glanced at him briefly before turning away, the silent tension palpable. he let out a heavy sigh and layed down beside you on the bed.

he carefully wrapped his arms around you from behind, his warmth contrasting with the cold atmosphere in the room. resting his chin gently on your shoulder, he began to speak softly. “i’m really sorry,”

he placed a tender kiss on your temple, his touch lingering as he spoke. “i love you so much, and i’m not just saying that. i mean it with everything i have. i can’t stand the thought of you being angry with me.” eita’s words were a mix of heartfelt apologies and reassurances. “please, just let me make it right,”

[hopelessdazai]

✿ 》 Will you talk to me again?

╰⧼ 🪻 note.. ⧽ ; I don't expect this to do well because its not smut but it'd be nice !! reblogs appreciated, support your creators :)

╰⧼ ☀️ features.. ⧽ ; dazai x gn!reader, WC ; 784

╰⧼ 🌙 contents.. ⧽ ; angst, reader isn't alive, letter from dazai. he's trying very hard to keep himself stable but it's not working™.

To my dearest ______ .

It's been a while, hasn't it? I hope you don't mind me writing to you like this, it's simply been too long. I'm sure you're still angry at me, so seeing you physically isn't my best interest right now! haha, I'm sorry. you know I'm just joking around, don't you? I'd love to see you in person. I'm sure you would've punched my arm if you heard me out loud right now, wouldn't you? I'm glad I'm spared of the bruises.

what does someone put in a letter? that's what I was asking myself before I even began writing. I decided that the best way to do something like this was to just write whatever I feel true as pen touches paper. I hope it makes sense to you, at the least. if I'm pouring my heart out on some paper only for it to be misunderstood, it feels like a waste, no?

though, i'd be lying if i said it wouldn't be rather cute to see you try to fathom what I mean. did you know you scrunch your nose like a bunny sometimes when you're reading? I'm sure you're doing that now too. you'll get wrinkles very at this rate ..

but anyway, I managed to prank kunikida the other day! you remember that hair dye trick I'd told you about? I managed to break into his apartment and swap out his shampoo, at last! he came into work the next day with black hair, it was hilarious, you should've been here! he was so angry with me. beat me black and blue!

oh, _____. I got a new heated blanket for our bed, you know? it took a while to save up for it, and I had to cut out some other necessities, sure. but it makes everything so much better! I hate cold beds, I'm sure you know that better then anyone. haha, back before we moved in together when I'd break into your apartment and crawl into bed with you. I'm sorry for the amount of locks I broke, but your place was so cozy!

... you know, it's been really hard without you here. I miss you so painfully, and I don't mean to call into the void without even an echo, but its killing me to pretend I'm fine about any of this. I'm not fine with this, how am I supposed to be? I wish it was just a bad dream.

I don't want to have to write letters to you anymore, ______. I don't want to have to buy heated blankets to try and stop my arms from aching for your warmth. I don't want you to be angry with me, I'm sorry I didn't apologise to you before you were gone. I shouldn't have been so stupid.

i had so many words on my mind that I was too afraid to say. maybe if I faced myself and told you 'I love you' it would've stopped you leaving.

have you met odasaku yet? has he told you any stories of his time? I wish I could hear your voice again. I wish you could answer my questions. even to hear you scoff at my stupidity again would heal me. I'm sorry I was annoying, I just wanted your attention. it stings knowing I'll never get it again.

I can't keep repeating to myself that you're not gone. I can't keep buying your perfume and pretending that you're in the next room over. your pillow doesn't smell like you anymore.

I wish I could apologise properly. I wish I could've stopped you from leaving the house that night. I wish I could kill myself to join you and yet I know we won't cross paths again in the afterlife. you were always too good for me, ______. i was nothing compared to you.

i picked up a homeless dog yesterday. you'd always wanted a puppy, I'm sorry I never let you bring one home. I named it after you. im trying to get used to them, I promise. if I couldn't save you, I'll save your name.

I'm sorry. if I continue writing, my throat will hurt more. its strange, isn't it? crying makes your throat sore. I forgot what it was like for a while, I remember laying in your arms wondering if I'd ever have a reason to cry again. now I can't seem to help myself.

keep your wings clean for me, white looks good on you. its a shame you couldn't wear the wedding attire i wished to see you in one day. you would've looked amazing.

I'll write again, missing you is the greatest honor.

sincerely, your osamu.

[turcott3]

birthday boy

juraj slafkovský x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, alcohol, unprotected sex, oral sex, nipple play, overall a lil freaky and a lil fluffy

(happy 20th to slaf!!)

masterlist

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“finally, we’re home.” you sighed in relief kicking off your heels as you walked through the front door.

“finally just me and you.” slaf giggles, tickling your sides harshly.

“it you don’t stop juraj. it’s your gift on the line, not mine.” you say sternly as he quickly comes to a halt, continuing to giggle.

“that’s what i thought.” you huff, unzipping your tight dress.

“i love my team and all they did for me tonight but, im so glad to be home.” he states following behind you.

“me too.” you smile sweetly in the mirror as the boy plays with the zipper on your back.

“so what’d you get me? it’s the big twenty you know.” he nudges on.

“how about let me go change and grab it, and you’ll find out.”

“deal.”

“great, go sit on the bed and close your eyes until i come back.” you say sternly as he covers his eyes quickly.

you strip out of your formal attire, putting on your latest set of lingerie and top toe to the kitchen, grabbing to fresh bottle of whipped shots you bought the day prior.

“open” you say lowly, presenting yourself in front of him with your hands behind your back. slowly, he separates his fingers, peeping through the slots he’d just created.

“baby, move your hands.” you giggle, freeing one hand and pulling his hand off his face.

“wasn’t sure i could trust you.” he jokes.

“well.”

“well what? you look fucking gorgeous. gotta give me a moment to readjust to seeing light okay.” he giggles, before really taking in your figure as you stood only two feet away from him.

“sadly, i am not the gift.”

“you’re always the gift.”

“juraj, please.” you say holding your hand up to stop him. you loved him and how he always had something to say back to you, which was something you weren’t always used to.

“i’ll stop.” he says sealing his mouth shut. you reveal the sleek can from behind you, holding it out to him.

“whipped shots? what is this alcoholic whipped cream?” he asks and you nod as he looks up at you. a smug look stretches across his face with a smile. in a hurry, he pulls you to him by your waist, sitting you on his lap. he pulls the top off the can and shakes it up.

“give it a taste baby.” he coos, spraying some of it into your mouth. you loved the creamy taste of it, and the way it coated your mouth with a velvet texture.

“try it baby, it’s good.” you say licking the bit that had missed your mouth off your upper lip. he sprays some into his mouth, humming at the sweet flavor.

“now do me a favor, and lose these.” you say unbuttoning a button from his shirt while you scanned his whole body with your eyes. without question, he complies. he pulled his clothes off quickly, leaving himself only in boxers. you sprayed some into your mouth, capturing his face in your hand, pulling him in for a kiss. his tongue plunged into your mouth, getting a taste of the vanilla flavor once again. he deepens the kiss, tugging you closer to him by the back of your neck. your hands found their way to his clothed and hardening cock. you loved the way he was obsessed with you. getting him hard was an easy task when it came to you. the simple sight of your gorgeous curves made his abs clench, in hopes of not getting a massive boner in public. all the brunette ever wanted to do was love on you.

“fuck.” he grunted, breaking the kiss apart at the number you were doing on his now throbbing cock.

“just let me…” you trailed off, tugging the waistband of his boxers down allowing his dick to spring free of its previous constraints. you shook the can and brought it to his tip, spraying a small dot of the whipped cream onto his tip, that was already leaking with precum. you swirled the cream around his tip, coating his cock with the velvety texture of the whipped cream. he tasted just like vanilla as you took him all the way into your mouth, working your tongue around the bottom of his shaft.

“my fucking god.” he grunts, gathering your hair with his hand so he could see the joy on your face as you gagged on his thick and, now creamy, cock. your eyes brimmed with tears as you reached the base of him, where his happy trail threatened to tickle your nose and ambush your entire process, but you pushed on. you removed him from your mouth, milky spit webbing from the corners before licking it away. he brought your lips back to his passionately. you could tell the further the two of you went the closer to drunk you were both getting.

“can you lay down for me baby?” he asks taking the can from next to you as he pulled away. you nodded as you climbed onto the bed, removing your bra before laying flat on your back.

“now let’s just,” he starts, tugging on the legs of your soaked panties, “take these off.” he smirks, tossing them to his hamper across the room. he brings the can to the inside of your thigh, spraying the cream in a line, inching closer and closer to your heated core, stopping a millisecond before making contact. his body finds his way between your feet as his tongue made contact with the line of whip on your leg, slowly moving up, licking up the sweet whipped cocktail. your anticipation grew as he locked his warm brown eyes on yours. before you could think, his now velvety tongue makes contact with your clit, a contact you’d been waiting what felt like an eternity for.

“fuck juraj.” you moan out, gripping the sheets with your fists.

“tastes so good baby.” he smirks, looking up slightly before diving in, his tongue twisting your swollen chit in circles as his hands gripped the outside of your thighs.

“oh my god.” you moan, gripping onto the boys soft locks between your legs. the sensation made you practically hallucinate. his attention to detail in pleasing you was like a fucking drug and you were addicted to it. he pulled away just before the urge to squeeze his head between your thighs like a watermelon took over. breathlessly, he runs his fingers through his now messy hair, attaching his lips to yours.

“baby please,” you beg.

“please what my love?” he asks.

“fuck me, please j, please.” you felt yourself begging for it. it became a need more than a want. you felt like you were truly addicted to him. he sprays a bit of the cream on two fingers before responding.

“open up for me pretty girl.” he says and you do so as he slides to fingers into your mouth. you suck them clean of the whipped shot, allowing yourself to become more and more intoxicated. he positioned himself between your legs, lining his throbbing cock up with your pussy before pushing in slowly, the smooth feeling of the whipped cream lingering on both of you. you could never get over the way he effortlessly stretched your walls, his tip immediately hitting the delicate spot deep inside of you.

“god juraj.” you huff quietly as his begins his slow thrusts. they were deep and powerful, and very quick to make you finish. you prayed to every god, hoping you could hold off a little longer for his birthday, or at least provide you the strength to go until he was done. his thrusts became stronger and quicker as he pounded into you, the sound of skin slapping filling the room along with his grunts and your moans. somehow, you grabbed hold of the can, spraying the whipped shot onto your tits enticing him even more. he takes your title into his mouth, rolling your nipple gently in between his teeth as he sucked the substance off of you. your moans turned into screams as the feeling was all to much for you.

“such a good girl.” he says lowly, attaching his lips to yours, tongue plunging back into your mouth like a puzzle piece. your fingernails carved pictures in his back as he adjusted his angle, hitting your g-spot consistently now.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum.” you whine, never wanting this feeling to end. he fucked you impossibly deeper, pushing your climax to the front of the line. relief washed over your body as your stretched cunt contracted around him tightly, bringing him to his own climax, coating your walls with his milky seed. his thrusts slowly came to a stop as he fucked himself dry in you, tears soaking your cheeks from the orgasm you’d just experienced.

“god i fucking love you.” he giggles, kissing your cheek sweetly as he pulls himself out of you, running his fingers through the sensitive folds of your pussy, coated in the mixture of your climaxes, but also the creamy texture of the shots. you grab onto his wrist, sucking his finger completely clean of the mix, leaving him floored.

“happy birthday baby, i love you too.” you giggle, looking up at him through your lashes.

“happy birthday to me.” he replies, tackling you back onto the bed, the pair of you now too drunk to care about the mess you made in the sheets.

“would you say i did good?” you slur.

“i say you did. same thing tomorrow?” he smiles at you, pulling you to his chest.

“or maybe same thing in an hour i don’t know.” you giggle, wanting nothing more than to spend the rest of your night pleasing him.

“when you sucked me off with this shit,” he starts shaking the bottle, “that was nuts baby. you’re fucking perfect. such a pretty girl.” he coos into your hair before kissing you gently on the head

“i can arrange more of that, yeah?” you smirked, grabbing the bottle from him and shaking it as he rubbed himself hard once again.

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[chaoticbardlady99]

I Wondered if I Could Come Home? (Astarion x Pregnant F! Reader) MDNI 18+ Part 2

CW: Smut, insecurities, pregnancy sex, PIV

Tag-list: @im-just-a-simp-le-whore @starstruck-mj-writings @divineknightmare

Part 1 is on my Masterlist :)

This is unedited because I’m tired 😂💜

Photo belongs to @cheekylittlepupp on Tumblr

“These are all truly terrible options, Darling,” Astarion whispers into your ear, “I feel like putting anyone in this should be considered abuse.”

You try and fail to suppress the laughter- covering your mouth with your hand when another woman shoots you a glare. You should regret dragging Astarion in here, but you don’t. He’s right- this place has absolutely nothing adorable and you hate shopping here. You are very happy he shares the same sentiment.

This was an unplanned stop in the grand scheme of the evening. Astarion had insisted on taking you on a date the moment you woke up this morning. When you went to protest and say, “I look like a beached whale, no”- you were thoroughly kicked by Eowyn.

You picked the name Eowyn together a little over a month after Astarion first arrived. It’s almost month 7 now and although Astarion missed out for a few months- your daughter and him are already peas in a pod.

You disagree with Astarion? Kick. If you pick a book that doesn’t interest him? Kick. You get hormonal, angry, and Astarion sounds even slightly sad? You bet you are gonna be running to the bathroom to throw up. She’s a spiteful fucking kid and you cannot catch a break. You are the one carrying her and yet!

You suppose you can’t blame her though. You don’t want to give him any reason to leave anymore than she does. You know Astarion won’t leave again, but that worry is also silently there.

“Darling,” Astarion whispers, “come look at this atrocity.”

Astarion scrunches up his nose and picks up one of the other baby outfits. He looks at you with a “really?” and shows you a piece of fabric fashioned into a onesie with “Selune Loves Me”. You don’t even bother to suppress your snort of laughter.

“I have a horrible feeling that Shadowheart will be buying that for Eowyn,” you sigh.

“Oh no- not if I can help it!” Astarion puts the onesie back (he even folds it), “our kid is going to be a raging atheist and I will have it no other way!”

“And if she decides to be a cleric or a paladin?”

Astarion grumbles a “well that’s different” under his breath. He opens the door for you and bows dramatically as you walk through it. Astarion’s smile is brighter than the sun when you giggle.

“I’m glad you are willing to support all possible life paths, Star,” you tease.

“I will eventually convince her to change her mind,” he muses, “we’ll begin putting swords and instruments in front of her and hope she turns out better than Volo.”

You huff at him and roll your eyes. He intertwined his fingers with yours and you continued the rest of your date.

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You are laying in your bed- remaining absolutely still. Astarion seems like he is still sleeping?

Whatever sick fuck keeps adding spice into your life, has gifted you an incredibley real sex dream with Astarion. Again.

You told yourself you were going to behave- certainly not because you want to. It’s out of respect for Astarion and his boundaries. You don’t know what he’s been up to or if he would even want to while you look like this.

Oh wonderful- tears.

The hardest part of this whole pregnancy nonsense is that you don’t feel good about yourself or how you look. You didn’t necessarily have the best self esteem to start with, but your body changing in front of you almost every day wasn’t helping. You know your hips have gotten slightly wider and your breasts have gotten bigger. You try to be active as much as possible so you feel some control and you eat as healthy as you possibly can without lacking nutrients, but none of it felt like enough. You feel disgusting.

Your silent tears fall down your cheeks as you suppress your pitiful sniffling. If you close your eyes, you’ll eventually fall asleep. That’s what you usually do and that’s what you did when Astarion was gone. Sleep heals everything.

Maybe your body has finally had enough of pushing all of the discomfort back. All those feelings of being unwanted, unloved, and not like yourself are ripping you apart at the seams as they rush to your eyes.

You begin to move away from Astarion- deciding it would be better for you to sit in your little rocking chair and read for a bit. There is no reason to make yourself upset over something you can’t change. Your pregnancy will be over soon enough anyhow.

“Darling?”

Astarion’s voice pierces the silence and his fingers are clinging to your shirt as if to keep you there.

You clear your throat, “yes my Star?”

“Where are you going?”

Astarion sounds incredibly worried. It’s been hard for him to see you when you are sick or when you are obviously picking yourself apart in the mirror. Astarion is constantly worrying about your vertigo and you walking around without him or Shadowheart to catch you.

You told him that his worry isn’t necessary and that you would let him know if you were feeling dizzy or like you were going to pass out. You don’t want to bring harm to yourself or your child.

“I know you know your body, Darling,” Astarion says with his shoulders slumped and a slight frown on his lips, “I have no right to tell you what you can or cannot do, but please, my Love. I just found you again. I can’t even fathom the idea of-“

Astarion had broken down sobbing, then you began to cry, and then Eowyn was kicking so you caved and promised to let him know if you were leaving the room.

You roll over to look at him and his eyebrows raise in alarm. You hastily run the tears away and smile.

“I was just going to sit on the rocking chair.”

Astarion just squints at you and you avoid his gaze- looking up out the window.

“The moon is very pret-“

“Tav, why were you crying?”

Dammit. It’s the “I’m serious” Astarion voice.

“Oh uh,” you chuckle awkwardly, “I just had an interesting dream and it led to interesting thoughts- then TADA pregnancy hormones.”

Astarion flashes you a teasing smile before ghosting his lips over yours.

“Oh I am very aware of these ‘interesting’ dreams of yours, Darling. I’ve been waiting for you to finally ask me to re-enact a few.”

Your heart stops momentarily and you blink a couple times. There is no way you heard that correctly. You begin to tear up and Astarion’s brows furrow in concern.

“You don’t want that,” you say in a low voice, a stray tear rolls down your cheek, “I look disgusting.”

His lips are on yours in an instance- a whimper leaves your lips as you feel a warm stirring between your legs. It’s almost embarrassing how desperately your body wants him- craves him. Being kissed like this by him again is a blessing.

“I wish you would stop trying to guess what I want when it comes to you,” he sighs against your lips, “and I wish you could see how beautiful you are- all the time.”

“My body has just changed so much- to me anyway,” you whisper, “I worry that I’m not attractive to you anymore.”

Astarion grabs your hand with his and guides you down to the front of his underwear- opening your hand so that you palm against his erection. You blush furiously when he forces your eyes to meet his with his other hand. His pupils are blown wide with lust.

“Does it feel like I’m not attracted to you anymore?”

“No,” you whisper shyly.

“I want you desperately,” he places a chaste kiss on your lips, “As I always have.”

You feel embarrassed by the sigh of relief that leaves your mouth upon his confession. You want to be with him this way so badly it hurts. You hesitantly wrap your leg around his hip and you pull him in for a kiss.

Astarion’s lips are soft against yours. You keep a slow pace- unsure of how far he would be willing to go.

You find out pretty quickly when you feel his hands find your underwear- tearing away the fabric completely. You pout against his lips playfully.

“I liked those.”

“I’ll buy you a thousand more pairs, my Love.”

“But-“

The breath leaves your body when you feel his fingers begin to play with your clit. Astarion roughly presses the pads of his fingers against your clit- the additional friction making you keen in pleasure.

Astarion starts to pull away and your hands find purchase in his hair- pulling him back to you. Your desperation spurs him on and your lips are crashing against each other at a fast pace.

You feel him pull you back by your hair, making you look at him- you open your mouth to protest, but then you feel one of his fingers slide into you. Astarion pushes himself all the way into you with his finger until his palm is teasing your already sensitive clit. He must realize how ready you are for him because he enters a second finger and then a third shortly after.

The feeling of his fingers inside of you are intoxicating and the way he is looking at you is even more so. Your moans are on display for him to see- Astarion’s hand in your hair has yet to loosen as he finger fucks you relentlessly.

“So good, so perfect,” he says, “and I’m the only one who will ever have the pleasure of breeding you.”

Astarion’s words rip something inside of you open- you begin to clench around his fingers hard as your climax sinks into your body. His name falls from your lips like a prayer.

It probably is- if you are being entirely honest to yourself. Astarion looks ethereal under the moonlight that floods the room. His curls are mussed up a bit from sleep, his lips turned upward and slightly parted as he watched you be overtaken with pleasure.

Astarion leaves a chaste kiss on your lips and moves your hair out of your face. He sits up and pulls you onto his lap and traces the veins in your neck down to your collarbones. His hands meet in the middle to unlace your shirt all while making eye contact the entire time.

“Gods,” Astarion whispers as he kisses down your chest, “you are exquisite, my Love.”

You must have forgotten what it was like to be under Astarion’s lustful hands and loving gaze. Your dreams were nowhere like this.

You whine at the skin contact and you feel yourself clench around nothing. The feeling of his cold fingers running along your skin- how they tease and pinch your sensitive nipples. Astarion’s word of praise alone are enough to get you off.

“So needy.”

Astarion takes one of your sensitive nubs into his mouth- sucking and grazing it with his fangs. His other hand begins to trail downward as grinds his erection up into your unclothed, soaking folds.

“Have you missed me, Darling?” Astarion coos, “has no one else been able to make you feel this way since I’ve been gone?”

You know exactly what he is asking.

“Yes,” you say breathlessly, “because my hands are nowhere as skilled as yours.”

Astarion’s laughter fills the air and your body with joy. His hand moves to release his erection from his underwear. You gasp at the sight and your hand immediately goes downwards- you feel him growl against your breast when you swipe your finger through some of his precum.

You look down and his eyes are on yours as you put your finger between your lips, licking it clean.

Astarion moves his attention from your breasts- pulling you by your hair down to his mouth so he can taste himself on you. The other hand lines him up with your entrance before pulling you down by your hips at the same time he thrusts upward.

You see stars as Astarion grazes that perfect spot inside of you. His hands had untangled from your hair a while ago, both of his hands guiding your hips down so that you continue to take his full length.

“Astar- I’m going to- fuck,” you cry out as his fingers find your clit again.

“You are going to what, my Dear? I’m afraid I didn’t catch that,” he says teasingly, his thrusts getting sloppier as you clench harder and harder.

“I- I,” your eyes roll in the back of your head as you pitch forward, putting your face in the crook of his neck. Your moans reverberate through the room- your voice is almost guttural from the intense amount of pleasure you are experiencing.

Astarion’s orgasm followed yours quickly- his moans coming out ragged and incoherent as he fills you to the brim with his seed.

You kiss his cheek, along his cheek bone, and then back until you are in the crook of his neck again.

“You are the most incredible woman I have ever had the privilege to lay eyes on,” Astarion says fondly, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Star,” your blissfully fucked body relaxes against his.

You don’t remember when you began to fall asleep or when Astarion repositioned you so that you were spooning. The only thing you can recall is Astarion kissing your shoulder, neck, and behind your ear while whispering his gratitude and love for you into your skin.

[cloudcountry]

auburn!!! i’m so glad that over these five years (half a decade wow 🤑) your work and most importantly your amazing personality has grown to receive so much recognition and love. i’m proud of you and i’m glad we’ve known each other for so long 🫶🏽. i hope your work continues to grow and you continue to do amazing things and be generally pretty cool. okay thats too much sappiness bleggh poop fart shit fuck ass ☝🏽

erm anyways i would like the chocolate swirl bread slices with brown sugar bubble tea in the special 3k event cup with cat cap… rubs hands together like fly…

would also be cool if the reader was FTM and/or was not-so-subtlety avoiding leona for any reason

DANIEL YOU BUTT THATS THE SWEETEST THING YOUVE SAID TO ME IN FIVE YEARS AND YOU END IT WITH POOP FART SHIT FUCK ASS????? ANYWAYS this almost made me cry what the fuck i feel like a baby bird leaving the nest even though im older than you. i cant believe we're like adults now. what happened to being weird ass teenagers on quotev dot com. i cant say i miss that era though but i do miss kaomoji IDK WHERE HALF THE FRIEND GROUP IS LMAO anyways thank you for being my friend mwah you are a real one you have seen me at my worst and stuck with it IDK HOW YOU DID THAT anyways your lion man

an order of romantic angst with leona kingscholar!

Leona watches your back as emotions he would much rather not acknowledge fester and boil in his chest. His tail flicks, his ears twitch, and it’s obvious to everyone around him that he is exceedingly annoyed.

That’s not the shocking part, however.

It’s the fact that he’s annoyed with you, the one boy in this whole school he never should have felt that way towards.

Leona wouldn’t be so annoyed in the first place if it wasn’t for the fact that you’d been inexplicably ignoring him for the past few weeks. As petty as always, Leona was sure he could outlast you, ignoring you in much the same way. He was good at being nonchalant, at taking it easy even though his affection shifted to bitter resentment.

Could he really call you someone close to him if he’s starting to genuine dislike you?

Nah, it’s not like he should have expected anything in the first place. He turns on his heel and walks off in the opposite direct of you, tail flicking lazily behind him. If you don’t want him anymore, that’s fine. If he’s not your number one anymore, he’ll just grin and bear it, bear like he always has and always will.

He thought he had something just for himself. How naive could he be?

Leona scowls, digging his hands into his pockets. If he sees everyone else in the hallway giving him a wide berth he doesn’t show it, his vision laser focused on Savanclaw’s dorm, his room, his bed, where he can sleep and ignore his reality for a little while longer.

The reality that you were so clearly avoiding him, the reality that you probably didn’t want him anymore, the reality that he was finally number one to someone and now he wasn’t.

Leona was once again second, but when there were only two people in a competition, second was the same as dead last.

[ovrour]

❝THOUGHT THAT I WAS DREAMIN’ WHEN YOU SAID YOU LOVE ME❞➝ CHRIS STURNIOLO

“He’s just a beautiful boy, with a beautiful soul. and I love him.”

Pair; Chris sturniolo x f!reader (best friends to lovers)

genre:fluff

cw; none.

a/n: This is part 2 of “tell your baby, that im your baby.” you can find part one here! with much love, alondra💋.

You felt better.

finally, after months of crying and not sleeping.

You’d gotten over Matt, you were hanging out with Chris alot more.

you finally felt happy.

“y/n, you did so good!” Chris hugged you. “Oh, thank you!” you smiled, hugging him back. You had just finished your scene on set filming your new movie. “Thank you for being here Chris.” You spoke, pulling away from him. “Of course, pretty girl you know I'm always happy to watch you on set.” He kissed your forehead. A pink/reddish tint started to appear across your cheeks. “How about we go get some food, hm?” Chris suggested. “yeah, I would like that.” you responded. “Just let me get my stuff, yeah?” he nodded, you walked towards the back of the set.

Walking back you thought about how Matt and Flo were going. Ever since Matt had confronted you, you haven’t heard from him. In all honesty, you didn’t really care. you were over him, and had feelings for someone else. someone better. someone who saw you as a gift made from god. He appreciates you, and loves you like no one ever has. and you were so grateful for that. With him, you felt happy, like you could talk for hours on end without him getting bored. Chris made you feel like no one ever has.

“Alright, I'm ready.” You spoke, walking towards chris. “Alright, c’mon.” He smiled at you before taking you hand in hand. His hands were soft and delicate. like they were meant to be, and you wouldn't have it any other way. “Where do you wanna go to eat?” Chris hopped in the Driver's seat. “Well, I was thinking we could just go get something and head home, that way we can watch a movie and eat together.” You responded, looking at him. “Of course, we can do that.” He replied, turning on the car and putting it in reverse.

Eventually, you two got food and headed back home. You were exhausted from having to film all day. You were glad you didn’t have to travel much due to you being based in LA. Which, you weren't complaining about at all. That meant you had time to spend with Nick and Chris. especially with chris. Ever since your situation with Matt, Chris has always been there for you. The nights you cried, had nightmares, or just wanted to be in his presence. Chris really didn’t care, as long as it meant he could be with you all the time.

you kicked your shoes off and plopped down onto the couch. Chris doing the same. “Alright, what do you want to watch?” Chris picked up the TV remote to turn it on. “How about inside out?” Yes asked. “Again?” He chuckled. Everytime he asked you what movie to watch, you would always Inside out. Maybe, it’s because you could relate to Riley. Who knows, but you really loved that movie. “Yes! you know i love that movie, god i can't wait to go watch inside out 2.” You remarked. Chris clicked on the movie and it began to play. you scooted closer to him, laying your head on his shoulder. These types of moments were your favorite. Where it was just you and Chris together, watching movies, eating, and gossiping.

Chris looked over at you, noticing that you were asleep. He paused the movie, standing up to pick you up. That’s when you stirred awake. “mm, did i miss the movie?” you whispered. “Shh, you just fell asleep sweet girl.” Chris responded, walking up the stairs up to his room. “mm.” you hummed, falling back asleep. Chris set you down on his bed, walking over to where some of your pajamas that you left in his room were. He walked back, your pajamas in hand. He carefully undressed you, putting on your pajamas. He covered you up in his blankets, before settling in the bed next to you.

Chris turned off the light, turning to kiss your forehead. “Goodnight sweet girl.” He whispered, falling asleep under the blankets. If he could have it this way, where he’d sleep next to you. He would do it in a heartbeat.

The next morning you woke up, only to realize you were sleeping in Chris’ bed. You slipped on one of his hoodies, walking out of his room, closing the door behind you. “There she is. Good Morning sleeping beauty.” Nick spoke, walking to give you a hug. “What time is it?” you groaned, still getting adjusted to the light. “It’s 2 in the afternoon missy.” Chris laughed, going in to hug you as well, kissing your forehead.

“God, I really need to start sleeping earlier.” you sighed, grabbing a piece of bacon. “Ah, ah, ah. Those are for when all the food is done.” Chris stated. you just laughed, rolling your eyes. God, he loved hearing your laugh. It made his heart flutter, and fill with enjoyment. Chris wanted to hear your laugh on a daily basis. He loved making you laugh, it was something he enjoyed.

When breakfast was served, everyone sat at the table discussing their plans for the day. “y/n?” Nick spoke, looking up at you. “Yes nick?” you responded, biting your bacon. “Would you like to join our podcast episode since Matt isn’t here?” Nick asked, going back to eating his food. “Yes, I would love to!” You smiled. you’d never been on one of their podcast episodes. Sure, you’d been talked about or mentioned but never actually been in one. So, you took the opportunity.

“Alright, well we’re all going to get ready. you should too.” Chris Responded. you nodded, standing to wash your dish.

If Chris had to be honest, he’s extremely excited to have you on the podcast. He loved to talk about you on the podcast anytime someone asked or brought you up. He could talk about you for hours, but nobody needed to know that because they already knew he could. Nick knew Chris liked you before Chris even knew. Nick could read him like an open book.

Chris watched as you walked up to your room, knowing you were about to get ready. “We should probably start getting ready too.” Nick spoke, walking towards the stairs. Chris just nodded, doing the same.

He made it up to his room, choosing out an outfit. Since it was chilly outside and they were going to drive to the studio he chose to wear a black sweater, camo cargos, and his Air Force ones. He finished getting ready, walking out his room. Chris spotted Nick waiting on the couch, he sat next to him.

“So…you and y/n?” Nick started. “hm? What about us?” Chris questioned. “You like her?” Nick asked, staring at Chris. “U-uh i don't know what you're talking about.” Chris stammered, a red tint across his cheeks. “Chris it’s obvious you like her.” Nick chuckled. “I mean, I do but she just got over Matt. I want to ask her out so bad, but I want to give her space. You know, respect her boundaries. Plus, I don't even think she likes me.” Chris responded.

“Chris, are you slow?”

“What?”

“You can tell she likes you.”

“Why don't you just ask her?”

You interrupted them, as you walked over to them. “Ask me what?” you questioned, going to grab your shoes. Chris was quick to respond, “Nothing.”

It caught you off guard but you didn't think much of it. You kind of just shrugged it off. “Alright, are you guys ready to go?” You asked, grabbing your car keys. They both nodded, grabbing their phones before walking out the door. You were the last one to walk out which meant it’d take you a minute to get to the car. So, Nick took the opportunity to ask Chris a question. “Chris, why don't you just ask her out?”

“I don’t know nick. Do you think i should?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact I do. You guys would be adorable.”

“Maybe I'll ask her later.”

They heard you opening the Driver side door. You hopped in, Turning on the car. “alright, we good?”

They both reassured you, “Yup.”

The whole drive to the studio was filled with laughter, jokes, gossip, and Nick screaming of course. You could never not have that. You loved when it was just you and your friends. They were your home, your safe space. That’s something you were never willing to sacrifice. never.

Eventually, you made it to the studio. you turned off the car, and hopped out. you unlocked the doors and walked in, Nick and Chris following behind. “I’m going to go setup, i’ll be right back. you two can wait here.” Nick spoke, walking towards the podcast room. You and Chris nodded.

If Chris had to be honest, he was getting nervous. This was his time to ask you the question. His palms were getting sweaty, he felt hot. He’s scared that if he asked you out, you would say no and that you felt a different way. Chris didn’t really want to ask you out, if it meant it was going to ruin the friendship. But, what was the worst thing you could say? No.

“Y/n…” Chris said in a nervous tone. You turned to look at him, “Yes Chris?” “I have to tell you something.”

“What is it?” you asked, a sound of anxiousness could be heard in your voice. “I…I wanted to ask if…” He stammered. Chris couldn’t seem to finish his sentence. He was way too nervous to ask, afraid of what you were going to say. He just stared at you, he felt like kissing you right in that moment. You started to lean into him, the urge to kiss him in the moment grew stronger and stronger. You couldn’t wait any longer. you placed your hands on both of his cheeks, your lips touching. Chris leaned in, placing his lips on yours. He couldn’t believe what was happening. Chris was kissing the girl he’d liked for years. He was nervous but he wasn’t scared to ask anymore.

Chris whined as you pulled away from his Kiss. You looked up at him through your eyelashes. “what did you want to ask?” you sighed, smiling at him in the process. “I wanted to ask you if you wanted to be my girlfriend.” He muttered softly. “Yes chris, yes i’ll be your girlfriend!” You shouted, kissing him all over his face, and eventually his lips.

His lips were soft, and juicy. When you kissed him, it felt like they were meant to be kissed by one another. Butterflies started to develop in your tummy, the boy you caught feelings for months prior finally asked you out. you were extremely happy. Chris treated you like a queen, the way you deserved. He gave you the love you deserved.

“C’mon we have a podcast episode to get too.” He stood, holding his hand out for you to grab. You held his hand, walking with him to the podcast room. “There you two are, come sit.” Nick spoke.

you two sat in your designated spot, Nick recording on the camera. “Good morning campers, Welcome back to the cut the camera’s podcast. I’m Nicolas sturniolo.”

“I’m Chris.”

“and i’m y/n”

“Matt couldn’t make it today as he was too busy with his lady.” Nick spoke. “This is our cut the camera’s podcast. Today we’re going to be talking about how we came to meet y/n. I feel like that’s the most asked question just because we talk about her so much. Even though she’s never been in one of our episodes, so I feel like she can tell her part now that she’s here.” Nick Explained.

“I’m gonna have to agree on that too. I feel like we talk about her so much that it’s really difficult to even talk about anything else.” Chris commented, bringing the Mic closer to his mouth.

To say the least you were very nervous to speak, but you thought this would be fun. To talk about how you came about to meet them.

“So, y/n i would like for you to start us off. How has life been?” Nick asked, looking at you. “Life’s been great. I’ve been really happy recently. um, i also just got into a relationship not too long ago. He’s a great person, and he sees me as more than just a fling. I’ve been filming for my new movie too. I mean really, life’s just been great.” You explained, smiling at chris.

Nick noticed this, he wasn’t slow. He could see right through you and Chris. That's when he asked Chris, “How about you Chris? How’s life.”

“It’s good. I recently just got into a relationship as well with a gorgeous girl. I mean, she’s beautiful. There’s no one else I could ever ask for. She’s great.” Chris Rambled, smiling the whole time. He was so happy he could finally tell the world he was someone.

“Well, I'm so happy for you both. I also wanted to point out to the viewers that no, y/n and matt aren’t dating anymore. It was never public but, I thought that maybe I should've told you guys that before all our fans went out of their way to speak on that.” Nick Explained. He didn’t want the fans to go out their way to personally text you and ask.

“So, y/n everyone wants to know how we met. I think that’s definitely our most asked question.” Chris mentioned. “Oh yeah, I met all the triplets back when I was acting for a movie in LA while I was in elementary school. I would invite them to watch me on set, and since then we’ve really just hung out everyday after that.” You explained. It was hard to focus since you talked a lot with your hands out of nervousness. but, you tried your best.

The rest of the podcast you guys just talked about life, what it’s like being content creators, and you being an actress. You liked being a part of the podcast, it gave you the opportunity to talk about life, and how it was. You liked talking about other things amongst your friends.

Chris was barely paying attention the whole time, listening to your laughs and smiling at you. He loved you. He loved the way that you talked about certain things, your laugh, just you in general. Now, he could finally call you his, and that's all he’d ever wanted. Was to call you his.

“Alright, I have a question for you y/n.” Chris stated. you hummed, waiting for him to ask you, smiling at him. “If you could describe the boy you’re dating, how would you?” Chris asked, a red tint appearing across his cheeks. He was so in love with you, and he hoped you knew that. He was going to love you forever, no matter what.

“He’s just a beautiful boy, with a beautiful soul. and i love him.”

a/n: this only took a day because i didn’t get writers block this timeee, anyways i hope you enjoy part 2, lmk if you want another parttt

with lots of love, Alondra💋

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[jareaul0ver]

whenever u have time could u pleaseeee write a nika fic based off “bewitched” by laufey ?? such a cute song for a cute nika fic

Bewitched

wc: 492 [sorry this is so short, im really tired but wanted to give you guys something] warnings: establilshed relationship, slightly suggestive, fluff pairings: nika muhl x fem!reader

you're not even gone / i already miss you

You watched Nika drive down the court, a look of fierce determination on her face. She took her shot, and sunk a clean three, earning her first points of the season.

Within the blink of an eye, the game was finished, and you watched as Nika looked around in the crowd for you. You were already making your way down, of course.

The second your eyes met, you both were moving forward, and in a split second you were swept into her arms, pressing soft kisses on her cheek.

"You did it, baby!" You said, voice filled with pride. "Your first point, and it was a sexy three."

She hummed and kissed your temple. "Sexy, hm?"

"Very," you said with a soft laugh.

"Well why don't I finish up here and you can really let me know how sexy it was," Nika said, wiggling her eyebrows.

You smacked her lightly on the shoulder. "Don't be dirty, not in public at least."

She pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "Can't help myself, just love you too much."

Hours later you were laying under the covers of Nika's bed. Your head was on her shoulder, legs tangled with hers. There was nothing you loved more than skin to skin with her.

"When do you go back to Storrs?" She asked you softly, running her fingertips delicately over your back.

"In a few days." You shut your eyes and let out a content sigh. "Why?"

She kissed your head. "You could just stay here. With me."

You giggled softly. "I'd love that more than anything, baby, but I gotta see my family eventually."

"I guess so," she huffed. You picked your head up and looked at her for a moment before pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose.

She just stared at you after, a twinkle in her eye that made your chest warm. "What?"

Nika shook her head. "You're not even gone and I already miss you."

You couldn't help but feel a little guilty that you'd have to leave Seattle soon. You cherished every moment you had with her, and you'd lay here with her forever if you could, but you needed to go home eventually.

"How'd I get so lucky with you?"

She smiled. "I could ask myself the same thing."

"I'm serious. The second I met you I was a goner. I didn't even know what love was until I met you," you admitted quietly, your fingers now mindlessly playing with the pendant on her necklace.

"When you say things like that I can barely think straight, y'know." She cupped your face and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to your lips. "I'm glad you let me show you what love is, ljubavi."

"Me too," you whispered, kissing her again. Her words were like a spell, always drawing you further and further in. "I'm so in love with you."

"I'm so in love with you."