chef theres a polycule in my soup
the love is there for flavoring!
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there are many things i love about this wide shot and one of them is the shot of the clock (i don’t know if we saw it in the episode? but) here we can see it says about 6:50 (i assume PM given they spent the whole day searching, so. adjust your fics accordingly).
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When you ask a friend over for dinner and you are Wyatt, you offer a selection of food wafers that you have collected from around the tank.
The selection made, you deliver it to your friend.
And then you protect your Friend and his meal from the Guppy Gang who has crashed the party!
Wyatt is a very good Fish Friend.
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WIP Friday Because I Said So
Poor Astarion gets hard when feeding from Agi. Oh dear. NSFW.
He had to play it cool that first night.
She tasted magnificent. Better than anything I’ve ever had. I felt like I was walking on clouds. So light. So happy.
So incredibly hard.
He had not lied to Agnetha. No, no. Perish the thought. I did hunt.
Eventually.
After I had the best orgasm of my undead life. If that’s what her blood does to me, then what will other people’s blood do?
Astarion did not find out, sadly. None of the others were as willing as she was.
And besides when you’ve had the best…why settle for less?
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She must’ve noticed by now, surely? Astarion thought as feedings became nightly. My crotch is practically on her stomach, so she must feel my cock, no? He continued to think as he drank. I’m so hard. So fucking hard. She must notice?!?!
If she did, however, she said nothing. He found out that she was usually at least half-awake during feedings, despite his best efforts. She moaned a little as her nails dug into his shirt slightly. Fucking hells, woman! You can’t just do that and not expect…
He groaned into her neck, blood spilling out of his mouth a little. I need to get away before I come in my pants. Again. Pulling back, he maneuvered to sit on his haunches and licked around his mouth. Perfect. Simply perfect. Every time. “Dinnertime’s over, my sweet. As always,” he brought the hand that was previously clawing his back to his lips. “Thank you so very much.”
“You’re welcome, Astarion…” she smiled tiredly. Her brown eyes fluttered and closed as she fell back asleep. This is a gift, you know. I won’t forget it.
He got far enough away from camp to FINALLY unlace his trousers and pull out his aching member. “She…truly has no idea…what she does…to me…” Astarion pumped hard and fast, thinking about how he wished he could be feeding while spilling inside her. The thought is enough to…fuck… He spilled into his hand, hot spurts of seed escaping him. By the time he was finished, an enormous amount of seed had escaped him.
I wonder how she would look painted in it.
Or better yet, how would she look filled to bursting with it?
Gods.
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