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[kittenintheden]

You Can Read Me Anything Part 2

*ELMO ON FIRE GIF* so that took longer than anticipated but you know. HERE YOU GO. (thank you for all the wonderful comments on Part 1)!

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Druidic Tav grew up in a nomadic clan that recorded their history through spoken word and song rather than written text. As such, she's illiterate, and one charming-ish vampire offers to help her with reading lessons and a whole lot more. Out of the goodness of his heart, of course.

Then one night, she unwittingly brings him smut for their lesson.

Rating: E Word Count: 5100 words Content: illiterate Tav, Astarion being a shit, but also being cute, innocent Tav, suggestive dialogue, blood drinking, biting kink, first time oral, cunnilingus, fellatio, PIV sex, Astarion playing himself

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Astarion cradles her head, palm gently pressed to her cheek as she leans into it. She sighs and it tickles his ear, sending a dissipating wave of gooseflesh down the length of his back.

“Are you done yet?” Tav asks, voice breathy.

He hums and detaches from her neck, admiring the clean pair of fang marks he left there. His tongue swipes his bottom lip so he doesn’t waste a single drop of her blood. He releases her and takes a step back.

“You…” he says with a lazy smile as he reaches out with a finger to boop her nose. “... are so delicious.”

“Ha, ha,” she says with an affectionate eyeroll. She spreads her hand over the bite mark and calls on her connection to nature, using it to knit the flesh back together and restore her blood supply. “Glad to help.”

“I’ll bet you are,” he drawls at her with a wink. “Thank you for the appetizer. I’d best go find myself a full meal now.”

As he starts to saunter off deeper into the woods, Tav clicks her fingers and lightly bonks herself on the head. “Oh, almost forgot.” After him, she calls the Elvish phrase Shadowheart taught her.

For the first time since she met him at the site of the nautilus crash, she watches Astarion trip over his own feet.

He catches himself quickly, spine unusually straight as he puts his hands on his waist and takes a few more steps like he’d meant to do that the whole time. When he turns around to look at her, her smile fades when she notices his wide-eyed expression. The tips of his ears have gone very pink.

“Wha-” His voice cracks and he clears his throat and tries again, tone painfully casual. “What did you say?”

Tav grimaces. “Shit, did I get the middle part wrong? It was tricky when Shadowheart had me practice.”

Astarion leans forward a bit and gives a shaky laugh. “Ah. Right. I must’ve misunderstood. What were you trying to say?”

“She told me it meant, ‘I’m pleased to have provided you a good meal,’” Tav says, reaching up to pull some of her hair over her shoulder and fiddle with it.

“I see,” he says as he comes closer, his eyes searching her face. “Could you say it again? So I can correct your enunciation.”

“Oh, okay.” Tav gives a soft cough into her hand and repeats the phrase.

Astarion is close enough now that she sees his pupils dilate the tiniest bit. The flush at the tips of his ears spreads down the edges. Do they always do that after he feeds? They must.

He reaches delicate fingers up to cup her chin and draw her jaw down, parting her lips. His eyes are trained on her mouth and that makes her feel all too warm.

“Loosen your tongue,” he says softly. “Once more.”

She tries one more time and watches his eyelids flutter, inches from her own.

“There we go,” he whispers.

His gaze shifts to her neck again and he leans down toward it. She nearly stops him, but then she feels the draw of his tongue over the spot where he bit. He punctuates it with a soft, barely-perceptible press of his lips. A kiss, she might think, if she were a silly little girl. Which she certainly is not.

Then he’s standing straight again, releasing her face and putting space between them.

“Missed a smudge. Can’t let it go to waste.” His eyes rove over her face. “It’s so very precious.”

Then he walks off and she’s left standing there, cheeks hot and chest uncomfortably tight. Tav continues to run her fingers nervously through her hair as she turns and walks back toward their camp.

Astarion counts out fifty paces before he ducks behind a tree and leans his back heavily against it, letting out a shivery breath. He puts his cool fingers to his ears and tries to rub the heat out of them.

“Stop it,” he whispers to himself. “Stop it, stop it.”

---

Near the crumbling wreckage of a stone alter, Shadowheart kneels in prayer seeking guidance and direction from her Lady. The darkness, the loss, the silence… they are vast and answerless. She opens her eyes and takes a deep breath in and out. Clenches her right hand, glancing at the ever-present wound there.

If only she could remember… anything useful. No matter. For now, it’s whatever path will take her back to Baldur’s Gate.

She gathers her components and packs them away, standing to walk back down the path toward camp. There’s a trio of crumbling walls that clearly used to be some sort of holy building and she walks along one, trailing her fingers over the soft moss overgrowth.

Then she turns round the corner of the broken temple to find a bristling, broody vampire leaned up against the wall with his arms folded, glaring at her with a tic in his jaw. He raises an accusatory finger.

"You," he says, the word hard on his tongue. "Are an arsehole."

She gives him a smug smile and arches her brow. "You're a bigger arsehole."

He refolds his arm and narrows his eyes at her. “Really think you’re clever, don’t you.”

The cleric shrugs and cuts off to the side to walk back to the path. “The goal was to make you lose your cool. Seems like it worked.”

Silently and suddenly he’s walking at her side, lip curling in disdain. “Congratulations to you, you managed to annoy me. Don’t do it again.”

“Oh, he’s testy tonight,” she says, putting a hand to her cheek in a mockery of shock. “Maybe you’d feel less the fool if you hadn’t been teaching her to talk dirty.”

“We can’t all be ice queens, dear,” he sneers. “Some of us are queens with needs.”

Shadowheart rolls her eyes and her entire head along with it. “You should be thanking me, then. I gave you your opening.”

Astarion stops and she keeps on walking.

“To what?” he says.

“To have your ‘needs’ met,” she calls over her shoulder. “I’m not the one who was teaching her to invite me betwixt her thighs. Have a frustrating night.”

Astarion makes an affronted noise after her, pouts a moment, and then calls back, “Your bangs are wretched, by the way.”

She throws a rude gesture up at him and continues onward.

---

He plots and flirts for three days straight before he decides to make his move. Tav’s guard is down, her shy little moments are increasing in frequency, and he can literally hear her heartbeat quicken when he’s near. If that’s not all signs pointing to yes, he doesn’t know what is.

All he has to do is, you know. Make the move. Which he’ll do. Soon.

Because she still makes the most sense. The others all adore her, listen to her. She’s the perfect choice of protector should his vampirism prove a problem to anyone. She’ll say yes. Of course she’ll say yes.

… of course she’ll say yes. No one denies him. It doesn’t happen.

… it rarely happens. Not as if he’d care if it did, this time.

Astarion rocks his weight onto his back leg, flicking his gaze up to see Tav kneeling near the campfire and giving the dog a generous belly rub. Before she stops, he goes back to his extremely casual reading. Standing posed outside his tent. Holding a book with the title facing out. Very normal.

After what feels like an hour, his ears pick up approaching footsteps and he skims the page he’s on, waiting.

“Is that a new one?” Tav asks timidly.

He closes the book and looks up to meet her. His close-lipped smile feels almost natural. Almost.

“There you are,” he says, dropping his register a fraction. “I was just thinking about you.”

Not a lie, actually.

She tucks her hair behind one ear. “Oh? Do I owe you something?”

He laughs and sets his book aside. “Only a bit of your time. I do enjoy it so very much.”

Tav quirks her mouth up on one side. “Yeah? You’re pretty okay, too.”

“Better than okay, I should hope.” He closely examines his thumbnail. “I’m… growing to enjoy the whole package, honestly.”

She doesn’t immediately respond and he chances a look up at her.

“Deer in the magicked light” is what one might call the expression on her face. She blinks rapidly and gives her head a small shake before she looks to the side, color rising prettily in her cheeks.

“Is that so?” she says, giving a tight laugh.

His smile starts to go a little toothy and he dials it back. “I’ve been thinking an awful lot about our last reading lessons,” he lilts at her, peering up through his lashes. “And our language lessons. I’ve been pondering over what other sorts of lessons I could offer.”

Tav’s cheeks go pink to red.

He leans in to speak softly, making her lean in closer to be able to hear him. “I like you,” he says. “And I think you like me, too. So?”

“So, what?” she blurts, immediately grimacing at her own outburst.

A giggle bubbles up out of him before he can stop it and he puts a hand up in front of his mouth to hide his smile. When he regains control, he lowers his hand. “So, I thought you might like to indulge in certain curiosities with me.”

I want to go down on you.

Astarion blinks the thought away as soon as it appears in his head, briefly letting his smile slip before he snatches it back.

Tav is blushing furiously, but she leans in closer to him nonetheless to whisper, “Like what, exactly?”

Elvish, rising like the language of his dreams: I want to drink of your fountain.

He gives his head a light shake, playing it off with a mirthful huff as he says lowly, “Like sex, sweet thing. Whatever kind you might be… interested in.”

Tav nods rapidly and hums, slowly leaning back and standing at her full height again, not quite meeting his eye. “I was pretty sure that’s what you meant, but you know. Better safe than sorry? Is that a thing people say?”

Astarion reaches out to gently guide her chin toward him until she’s looking at him. “Think about it. If you’re amicable, you’ll find me later at the clearing where you last offered me a bite after the others are asleep.” He chucks her under the chin. “I’ll be waiting.”

She nods once more, expression unchanged. “Yeah. Yep. Okay. I’m going to… see you later. Maybe.” Then she turns on her heel and walks away.

“See you later,” he says. “Lover.”

When she disappears into the dark, he blows out a breath, subtly shaking his hands out. That was a yes.

Right?

“Of course it was,” he snipes at his own brain.

---

Hours later, Astarion paces the moonlit clearing, fiddling with the cuffed sleeve of his shirt. The others must be asleep by now. He pulls at the sleeve. It feels too tight.

Should he take the shirt off? He should just take the shirt off.

He does.

Astarion glances around the clearing once more, noting the blanket he spread on the ground nearby. Not a bed, but you know. He’s okay with that, actually.

He clenches and unclenches his fists, rolling his hands at the wrists. Cracking his neck. Rolling out his shoulders. He takes a deep breath and forces himself to be still. Controlled. Practiced. This is an act he’s performed thousands of times. This is no different.

It’s not.

She’s going to come out of those bushes any moment and-

The bushes he’s looking at actually rustle and he jumps, whispering “oh, shit” before he can stop himself. He manages to put a smile back on his face just as the leaves part and a small doe takes two hops into the clearing and freezes when it spots him.

Astarion doesn’t move. He doesn’t even breathe. The doe relaxes very slightly, flicking an ear.

It’s one of the little black-tailed deer native to the area. He’s made a meal of more than one of them in recent days. Her coat is smooth and healthy, her eyes brown and clear.

The doe blinks at him and takes a step closer.

He gives a relieved chuckle and says, “There you are, Tav.”

“Oh, you heard me? Damn,” says a voice from behind him.

“Ah-” he yells. He tries to cut off the sound, but it’s too late. The doe spooks and bounds off into the underbrush once again.

“Apologies,” he says, regaining his composure and rolling his eyes to the stars above. “She was such a pretty little thing that I assumed it was you.” He starts to turn. “But I’m glad you made it. I was starting to worry you’d gotten lost and…” He finally sets eyes on her and loses his smile immediately. “... and you’re already naked.”

Tav stands before him without a stitch on, her long hair hanging over her rounded breasts and everything from the waist down on full display. He spots her clothing and staff in a neat stack nearby. Her whole body is flushed.

Astarion swallows. He’s seen untold numbers of people in states of full undress. This is routine. She caught him off-guard, is all.

“I… was I not supposed to be?” Tav says, hands going up to run nervously through her draping hair. “Sorry, I thought… you said sex? And then I saw that you had your shirt off, so…”

He holds up a hand and ticks up his brows. “No, no, it’s fine. It’s fine! I like it.” He finds the mask, the posture, like muscle memory. Slips back into the person in control. “You’re just full of surprises, beautiful.”

Tav rewards him with a bashful smile, continuing to comb her hands through her hair.

Astarion huffs a laugh. He can’t help himself. He approaches her with slow, intentional steps. “I had a whole catalog of poetic nothings to whisper in your ear, but looks like I needn’t bother, which is fine by me.” He stops in front of her, smiling his charmer’s smile. “So long as you still want to be tasted.”

He’s starting to notice it’s a good sign when the apples of her cheeks turn red. She nods. “I’d like to try the tongue thing, yes, please.”

“Good,” he purrs, reaching for her hips.

He pulls her in for a sweet, well-executed stage kiss. Most people needed about that much before they got to what they were really with him for. He pulls back and gives her a tight-lipped smile.

Tav looks into his eyes, her lips parted. She’s not moving, and oh gods, he’s going to have to lead completely, isn’t he? Ah well. Such is life.

But then she tucks her chin, her gaze going heated. The pupils of her eyes flicker, changing shape ever so slightly, and Astarion hardly has time to drop his pretender’s smile and ask before she surges forward and kisses him back, throwing her arms around his neck.

Astarion gives a surprised “mmmn!” as he stumbles slightly under her vigor, but he corrects quickly, wrapping his arms around her ribcage and lifting her against his body. Her tongue runs along his mouth and she’s nipping, nipping, and-

There’s a sharp sting on his bottom lip and he releases her right as she pulls back from him, hands to her mouth and eyes wide as saucers. He reaches up to touch his lip and when he looks at his fingers, they show a smeared drop of blood. He blinks down at it, astounded.

He feels a snap deep inside him as the monster in him, the hunter, stirs at the sight and scent of blood.

“I’m so sorry,” Tav says, dropping her hands. “It’s a druid thing, we can get a little wild, I’m really sorry, I won’t do it again.”

Astarion licks at the cut on his lip and stares at her face, his breath heavy and his shoulders ever so slightly hunched. He can see the smallest bit of his blood at the corner of her mouth.

“Do it again,” he says with a voice like gravel as he scoops her bodily up and goes to his knees so he can set her on the ground.

He lays his body on top of hers and she gasps as his mouth covers hers, exploring and hungry. It doesn’t take long for her to return it in kind, arms wrapped around his shoulders and tangled in his hair. He can’t even bring himself to care when she’s making it look like.

Murkily, his brain reminds him why he’s actually here.

Astarion forces himself away from her mouth and she whines at him, a sound far more animalistic than humanoid, but he doesn’t stop trailing his lips down her body until he gets to her hips. He rolls himself up onto his knees and runs his palms up the tops of her legs from knee to thigh, coaxing them open so he can position himself between.

He looks at her face to find her gaze far less “startled doe” and far more “she-wolf in heat.” Her tongue darts out, licking her lip before she says, “People really like to do this?” Then, “You like to do this?”

Astarion positively grins, his pointed teeth showing through.

"Yes. Though it’s a pity this is your first experience," he says through his feral smile. "Because no one will ever best what I'm about to do to you."

“O-okay,” she stammers, clutching her fists close to her sides.

He purrs deep in his throat and puts his mouth to the inside of her knee, the tip of his tongue tracing a sensual line down her thigh, toward her center. He holds her eye the entire time and delights when her leg twitches.

When he nears the crease of her hip, he gives her a sharp nip and she growls at him, bucking her hips. He runs his tongue up along the crease until he reaches her hipbone, to which he gives a firm suck. As she attempts to roll her hips toward him, he spreads a palm over her hips and applies pressure to hold her down.

“Shall we check to see how you’ve kept your garden?” he says, looking at her from under his brows as he speaks.

In response, Tav giggles and slaps a hand over her mouth. Then nods.

She drops her hand to the ground and shakes her head, murmuring, “It can’t be that different, I’m sure it’s just like…” She shudders in a breath. “... just like…”

Astarion parts his lips and huffs out his breath against the slick skin at her core, already shining with want and anticipation. The sensation is a warming one.

Tav continues muttering to herself. “Books are full of all kinds of nonsense, I’m sure it’s-”

He flicks his tongue right over her clit.

“Ah,” she yelps, trying to buck her hips again. He doesn’t let her.

But he does flick again.

“Wha-” she says, thighs jerking on either side of Astarion’s head. “Why is-”

Astarion presses the flat of his tongue firmly at her entrance and draws it slowly all the way to the hood, teasing with the tip before he curls his tongue in slightly and dips back down to better open her inner labia.

“Holy hells,” Tav groans out, her chest arching up and the hands clawing the ground at either side of her growing actual claws.

He gives her another lap before pulling back to smolder at her. “And here I’ve only just started,” he says, voice silky.

“Holy hells,” Tav shouts to the sky this time.

Astarion huffs a laugh against her and goes back down, playing her with highly practiced skill. Full, long licks paired alongside firm draws over the swelling pearl at her center. She continues to buck ever now and again, but mostly she’s gone near boneless above him, head lolling lazily to either side and fingers weakly gripping the grass on either side of her.

When her breathing begins to stutter and he feels the flutter of her getting close, he finally moves his hand from her belly back down until he can get the angle right. He places the tips of his two middle fingers at her entrance so he doesn’t surprise her and glances up to see her eyes flutter open. She stares down at him from between the mounds of her breasts, pupils blown wide.

She licks her bottom lip.

She nods.

Astarion slides his fingers inside her and begins to pump in time with the movements of his mouth. Tav goes wild, both literally and figuratively. The pupils of the eyes watching him go slitted like a cat’s, gradually dilating back as her teeth go sharp and a random patterning of fur shivers down the length of her body before turning back to skin.

He takes that as a good sign and curls his fingers inside of her until he finds what he’s looking for.

Tav bark-mewl-roar-calls into the air above the clearing, her hips grinding into his mouth and hand now that she can move them again.

“Why does that…” she gasps. “Feel… so… good?” The last word comes out a growl.

He’d answer, but his mouth is preoccupied and he dare not let it leave its task.

With his free hand, he pushes her thigh up and guides it higher until she can wrap her leg round his shoulders and he can go deeper. He feels the swell of her under his tongue, going harder beneath his touch, and he begins to trace circles around it as he continues to pump his fingers into her.

Tav’s entire body rolls, trying to get closer, to get more, to get-

She howls as the tension finally snaps. Literally howls, from the very bottom of her chest.

Astarion slows but doesn’t stop, continuing to fuck her through it as he feels her release in the palm of his hand. He’s gentle, taking a touch of pity on her as he gives her a few more soft licks before he leaves her, drawing his fingers from her at the same time. They’re a mess, as is his face. He sits back on his knees and looks her over with lidded eyes, a self-satisfied half-grin on his face. Then he reaches into his pocket to produce a soft cloth to clean up.

He’s not much of a planner, but he plans enough for things like this.

Tav lolls on the ground, her body fully returned back to humanoid form. All except her pupils, which continue to occasionally flicker across the animal kingdom.

“Oh, that was good,” Astarion says, brows raised and grin on his face as he wipes his hand down. “Even for me, that was good. You’re welcome.”

She throws one arm out to her side, then the other, and slowly pushes herself up onto her elbows, trying to focus on him. “Why doesn’t… everybody do that? Oh my gods.” She flops back onto the ground.

Oh, she’s very good for his pride. He gives a pleased wiggle.

“You tell me,” he says. “Or call upon your old lovers and ask.”

Tav weakly waves her hand through the air. “They were bad. I’ve realized. Just now. They were bad at sex.”

“Poor thing,” Astarion croons. “All better now.”

“Yeah.” She rolls onto her side and sits up. Shakes out her head. And starts to crawl toward him.

He instinctively leans back as she comes closer, breasts swaying as she moves. “What are you doing?” he says.

She blinks at him. “I’m going to do it back.”

He blinks at her. “What?”

Tav draws her knees closer and matches his kneeling posture. “I’m going to put my mouth on you back.” She waits a beat. “If you want me to.”

“Uh,” Astarion breathes before he shakes himself and gets his wits back about him. “I would like that very much,” he says. He tries to purr it, but slightly lower in pitch is the best he can do.

It’s been years since he’s been with anyone who even bothered to ask. Probably decades.

Tav beams at him, a bright smile that’s so sunshiny it nearly betrays what they’ve just done. She rolls up onto her knees and pulls him by the wrists to do the same so she can reach the laces that hold his trousers on. His arousal pulses near her hands.

Astarion blinks. He’s… more into this than he usually is.

He blinks again.

He’s very into it, actually.

His fingers go to join hers and together they make quick work of his pants and underthings. Gently, she guides him back to kneeling again as she curls forward. Without thinking too much about it, he reaches out so he can hold her hair up out of her face. She’s at eye level with his cock, inspecting it with the eye of someone all too familiar with all the things nature has to offer and completely unashamed for it.

Astarion swallows back the wanting sound that tries to claw its way out of him.

“Have you done this before?” he asks softly.

Tav peers up at him from her position below and bends her legs at the knees, kicking her feet slowly through the air. She shakes her head “no” and something frozen inside him melts. Best ignore that. That’s a future-him problem.

“You are adorable,” he breathes. He finds he means it in the affectionate way rather than the condescending one, which is alarming. That’s another future-him problem.

Astarion clears his throat. “Same general practice applies here, really,” he says lightly.

Tav licks her lips and reaches out to touch him. Her fingers on him give him a little jolt to the solar plexus and he curls toward her on instinct before he catches himself.

“Tell me if there’s something I could do better,” she says, simply.

Then she licks along the underside of his cock and puffs her breath out across it, much in the same way he did to her.

He curls in toward her again and tightens the hand in her hair.

She puts her mouth over the head of him and he’s enveloped in warmth and oh, yes, he remembers this. This feels good. This feels very good.

Tav doesn’t get down very far before she backs up again. When she pulls off, he reaches a hand down to cup her jaw and draw it down, parting her lips.

“Loosen your tongue,” he whispers. “Once more.”

She does. She descends on him again, relaxing her jaw and loosening her tongue, taking him down deeper and deeper with each pass. Astarion means to watch and guide her, he does, but instead his head lolls back, eyes falling closed, and he smiles. A real smile.

It feels so bloody good. It feels good and he doesn’t have to… he can just be…

Tav hums a little with him mostly inside her mouth and he gasps from it, blinking back to the surface.

Oh, that’s too good.

He lets her go a few seconds more before he tightens the fingers in her hair once more to still her and gently guide her back. His chest heaves as her mouth leaves him, a string of saliva connecting them, and Astarion shudders forward.

“What’s wrong?” Tav asks, her eyes wide and concerned.

She can’t look at him like that. That’s not fair.

He lifts her beneath her arms and pulls her up toward him, her face to his, and kisses her again. She happily responds, catching his lower lip between hers and nipping once more.

Astarion groans.

Hands on her face, he breaks their kiss and tries to collect his scattered thoughts. It’s all hazed over with want. There was a reason for this, they were supposed to… he was supposed to…

“Why don’t we…” He loses the thought and swallows. Tries again. “Let’s find our mutual…”

Words, words, words, where are his words?

Astarion hisses through his teeth. “Oh, just… sex. Let’s have sex.”

“Oh,” Tav breathes, lips swollen and cheeks ruddy. “Okay.”

Whatever he had planned, which was not much, goes completely sideways as she simply climbs up onto his lap, reaches between them, and holds him steady so she can sink down onto him.

He’s so wholly unprepared for the suddenness and initiative of it that his eyes nearly roll back in his head before his mind catches up and he grips her hip with his hand, guiding her as he rolls up to meet her, his hips rhythmic, until their hips meet and he bottoms out.

Tav throws her arms around his shoulders and immediately begins to rock against him, her eyes closed and her joyous grin on her face. Astarion is doing his absolute best not to completely lose himself in her heat, her closeness, her scent.

Her pulse, oh, gods.

Astarion rocks himself up into her with steady rolls of his hips, tilting in to press his open lips to her neck with a moan.

“You can,” she gasps as she rides him. “You can bite, if you want.”

He’s not sure if the words he makes are language, but he does know he’s biting her and her blood washes over his tongue and he drinks lazily, sipping as he fucks into her at the same time. His mind is so unbelievably, blissfully bare of anything except how good, how hot, how much, how full, how winding winding winding-

Astarion pulls off her neck with a gasp almost on the edge of his orgasm. Automatically, he reaches between them and uses all the wiles of a skilled lockpick to send her spiraling over her ledge a second time before he furrows his brow, slams his eyes shut, and yells out as he climaxes, his spend spilling where he’s still buried deep.

“Oh, fuck,” he blurts before he can stop himself, nearly collapsing onto his side with Tav along for the ride. He slips out of her on the way down and immediately feels the mess they’ve just made.

Another future-him problem.

Tav casts a very half-hearted create water spell that at least rinses them off. She drapes herself over his chest, dopey smile plastered on her face. “You win,” she says. “I see what all the fuss is about now.”

“I bet you do,” he says breathily.

He’s grateful she’s not looking at his face as he struggles to hide the worry pulling at his expression. It’s future-him time, and future-him is having a moment.

He just had the best sex he can remember having in… that he can remember. With someone who will still be alive in the morning. And he likes her.

Oh, hells.

He likes her.

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for the prompt thing, what about #15 with tim?

15. "My mom used to do that."

A hand smooths gently over his hair, warm fingers stroking strands back from Tim's clammy forehead. It hurts, his... his... everything, but the gentle touch helps.

"Robbie?" A soft voice. Familiar, though he can't place it. "You awake?"

Robbie is him. Right. God, his head hurts. "Nngh."

"Shhh." The hand caresses his cheek. It’s warm. Tim presses into it, groaning. “You took a pretty bad hit. Stay still. Don’t force yourself.”

“Whuh?” Tim vaguely remembers a battle. There was some… rogue magician. Colorful beams and lights. Something.

“Psychic blast from a drunk wizard.” It’s nice that the voice attached to the warm hand knows what he was trying to ask. Tim sighs, turning his face further into his pillow. It’s a little firmer than pillows should be, but it’s warm, at least. He’s cold. And his head hurts.

“S’a stupid way t’get bonked,” Tim mumbles.

The voice chuckles warmly, and finally a name slots into place. Kon. That’s Kon, petting his hair. He’s… oh, he’s lying on the ground, his head on Kon’s thigh. That’s why he feels safe despite getting walloped.

“Don’t worry. I’m in the stupid bonking boat, too. Sucks to be vulnerable to magic, huh?” Kon’s fingers twine gently through his hair, and his fingertips scrunch gently against Tim’s scalp. That feels so nice against the pain. “Bart ‘n’ Cassie are handling it.”

“Mm.” Tim honestly doesn’t really care about the wizard. He’s still kind of struggling to put two and two together, and he hurts all over. Kon’s hand in his hair is nice, though. “…Tired.”

Kon coos sympathetically. “Yeah, not surprised. Rest. I’ll be here.” He scrunches his fingers tenderly through Tim’s hair again, and Tim sighs.

For a few minutes, they sit in silence. When Tim briefly opens his eyes, he catches sight of the edge of the rooftop, and beyond it the city skyline stretching out into the distance. And Kon, the wind riffling through his curls, gazing up at the stars.

He keeps stroking through Tim’s hair. It’s soothing. Tim closes his eyes again and drifts, letting his tired, battered body take a breather. He feels almost like a kid again, limp and exhausted and safe in the knowledge that someone else will take care of him.

Kon’s hand stills for a moment. Tim whines.

Kon chuckles softly. “Sorry,” he murmurs, and starts carding through Tim’s hair again. Tim curls into his side, pressing his face into his hip. It reminds him of a hazy, distant memory, one he nearly forgot.

“…My mom used to do that,” he mumbles, his fingers curling into Kon’s jacket. “When I was little. If I was sick. She’d…” He wiggles his fingers, his exhausted equivalent to flapping a hand at Kon’s hand in his hair.

“Oh.” Kon’s voice is soft. He tugs Tim’s cape up and over him, covers Tim in it like it’s a blanket to ward off the night chill. “D’you want me to stop…?”

“Nnh.” Tim presses into his touch. He feels safe. “S’nice.”

“Oh,” Kon murmurs again. Tim can hear the smile in his voice. “You got it.”

[jujutsukatsuki]

Part One Part Three

Who knew cribs were hard to build. The sound of a drill hummed from the spare room of the house Bakugou had bought. You sat on the couch, hands on your stomach, three months along, three months since you found out you were pregnant. Three months since you had broken up.

After he found out you were pregnant, he asked you to move back in with him, just so he could be involved during the pregnancy.

It felt weird.

You two lived in separate rooms across the hall from one another. Some nights you missed the way he’d hold you close to his body, telling you how much he loved you.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as you heard another ‘Sonuvabitch’ as Bakugou probably pinched his finger in between two pieces of plastic again.

You were currently folding small little onesies into drawers while you sat in the living room, watching some random tv show. Once Mitsuki and Masaru heard about their grandchild, they went over board. They bought anything and everything they could. You weren’t even going to need to have a baby shower honestly, they had gotten you everything you’d needed for at least the first three years of the little ones life.

“Hey, Y/n?” Bakugou called out. Your real name on his tongue felt gross, he was so use to calling you baby or babe, honey, doll. He had a whole arsenal of nicknames for you that he’d probably never use again for someone. They were all nicknames that made him think of you.

“Yeah?” You hummed and made your way to the nursery. The room was painted a pretty off white color with a accent wall that was painted blue with pink and white polka dots.

The crib was now set up in the corner of the room, furtherest from the window, when Bakugou bought the house, he made sure that it had at least one room with a window that he’d be able to safe guard for the baby’s room.

Safeguarding included, a camera right above the window that faced the entire backyard, a lock that needed a special key that only you and him had to open it and he tinted the window so nobody could see in but you guys could see out. He was nervous that some creeper would come around when he wasn’t home to protect you and the baby.

“It looks wonderful. Thank you Suki.” You smile softly as you run your hands over the top bar of the crib. Bakugou went the extra mile to make sure if the baby rolled over they wouldn’t bonk their head, but made sure that it was safe for sleeping.

You were pretty sure the baby wouldn’t even be sleeping in it for the first couple months, you two had a bassinet for each of your rooms so the baby could be close.

“Of course.” He nodded, the corner of his lips twitched into a smile. It had been a while since you had called him Suki. It made his heart do a flip in his chest.

“I also set the rocking chair up with the foot rest, I pinched my finger in it a couple times.” He chuckled and looked at his hands that had some bumps and scrapes.

“You okay? Lemme see.” You grabbed his hands in yours ti look. His fingers gently curled around your hands.

“Y/n. I’m okay.” He said and looked you in the eyes. You nodded.

“Just checking.” You whispered softly, you couldn’t help but admire the ruby red eyes he adorned. You secretly hoped that the baby would get them as well with how gorgeous they were.

You were the first to pull away, clearing your throat as you slowly made your away out of the bedroom.

“It looks super good, thank you, I should finished folding the onesies, and all the clothes.” You brush your hair away from your face.

“Do you need anything? I can help you if you’d like?”

This time it’s your turn to smile.

“Sure. I’d like that.”

[morallyinept]

Bad Acting - A Dieter Bravo GIFLET

Uh, Jett, what the heck is a GIFLET?

Just a short 500 words or less drabble, based on inspiration that I got from a GIF. Simples.

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x GN!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It's you, bub.)

Word Count: 500

Scoville Smut Rating: None, it's fluff. You're safe.

Check out my Scoville Smut Ratings here

GIFLET MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

Enjoy! 🖤

This GIFLET was inspired by the below GIF 👇🏻

He feels like he might throw up.

And not from the binge last night at the hotel bar in an attempt to push it all down, although he can still taste that around his teeth as it all, inevitably, came back up.

No, it’s something else that’s unsettling his stomach today.

But he’s only prolonging the agony.

Something that he's tried to avoid, something he’s tried to put off.

Tried swaying the director to re-shoot another scene, tinker with it some more, even though it’s perfect.

He can’t do this scene; he can’t kiss you, because then you’ll know.

You’ll know exactly how much of a shitty actor he really is.

Everyone says it, so it must be true.

And Dieter can’t hide this. Act his way out of it. He’s never met anyone like you before.

Never met someone whose eyes sparkle genuinely at him as if he’s the only person in the room. When he opens his mouth to speak, you hang on every word, even the dumb ones that come out and make him sound more neurotic than he really is.

You agree with him about not wearing wireless earbuds, that’s gotta mean, something, right?

It keeps him up at night mulling it over, his cock painfully hard with lewd thoughts of you, but he can't do anything about it because it seems… disrespectful somehow.

And that's how he knows it means something more.

And he wants it to be you, wants you to be the one to reap the reward of his pleasure, even if he won't last that long.

He’s never met anyone who’s so acutely aware of him and his nuances, his ticks.

His stomach feels like it might fall out of his ass as you both hover on set waiting for your cue.

When he has to kiss you - and then, you’ll know.

You’ll know he’s a faker and a talentless idiot, and you’ll know he’s absolute putty in your hands.

The director calls action, and Dieter's teeth clash against yours. You both bonk heads clumsily.

“Sorry, sorry,” Dieter says, as the director cuts.

You can see the tremble in his fingers, he won’t look at you today and is unusually quiet.

“Dieter?” You murmur, and he still won’t look at you.

So you take his chin, turn it to you until his eyes find yours.

You lean in, pressing your lips gently to his, and you feel him sag, moaning into your mouth with want.

“Now you know.” He says as he pulls back, his breath staining your lips. “Fuck.”

“I think I’ve always known.” You say softly, and the arch of a relieved smile threatens to bend at the corner of his lips.

“You really are a shit actor,” you conclude with a grin.

Dieter spits out a chuckle before leaning in to kiss you again.

You can both hear the director asking if they’re rolling, but it fades away as you listen to Dieter whimper with need inside your mouth.

[third-arch]

No Surprises-A Trafalgar Law x Reader Fan Fiction

Quiescence Extras-Secret

sfw, fluff

You hum to yourself as you lean against the wall and draw. Occasionally, you liked drawing in rather unusual places. On one occasion, Bepo nearly tripped over you, because you were sprawled out in the middle of the hallway. Since then, your Captain has banned you from drawing in places “that block traffic”.

So, you decided to sit on the staircase leading to your Captain’s office. Not many of your crewmates used those stairs. The forecast was calling for cold weather soon, but you decided to take advantage of the peacefulness outside while you could.

(Humming)

Je te laisserai des mots

En-dessous de ta porte

En-dessous de les murs qui chantent

Tout près de la place où tes pieds passent

“...Hm, I really need to play that song for him,” you say to yourself. "I think he would really like it."

"Who would really like it?"

You notice your Captain turning around the corner and heading your way. You look back at your sketch pad and continue to draw.

"Captain! Sorry, I was just talking to myself. Was I too loud?"

"No, you're fine, and I could tell," he responds, softly looking at you.

Your Captain glances at your sketchbook as he climbs the stairs. "Kanna-ya, what are you drawing?"

You cover your sketchbook, "I can't show you!! It's a surprise, Captain-yaaa"

You scoot closer to the wall as your Captain sits down next to you. You both look at eachother. Your chest feels full of butterflies the longer you look at him. Up close, he was certainly handsome.

“Why not? You know I admire your art, Kanna-ya.”

Crud! Captain!!

“Sorry, Captain. It’s something personal to me! I'm just finishing up this drawing of a guy from my dream last night.”

Your Captain looks at you with a raised eyebrow. “Your dream? That’s so random.” he smirks.

Seeing his dimples caused you to blush. “It was just a nice dream, I suppose.”

“Well, listen. I have a couple of books that I want you to start reading for your training. Come find me in my office when you’re done and we can talk about them.”

You nod, “Also, Captain! I was thinking. Thank you for everything you’ve done. I know I don’t say it enough, but thank you.”

You frown into your lap, remembering your conversation with Corazon from last night. “I really do want to protect you. I want to stay by your side and help you all I can. And if it means reading those books, then I’ll do it.”

You tighten your grip on your sketchbook. “Sorry, I just really wanted to let you know.”

“You’re fine,” your Captain responds. He doesn’t really know what to say.

“Oi, why don’t you come into my office to draw? You’re gonna block traffic or get cold out here on the steps.”

“I like it here, though!”

Your Captain gently flicks the top of your head, causing you to jump.

“Hey! Not funny!” You turn and frown at him.

He then gently presses his index finger at the center of your forehead. “You know what else isn’t funny? The thought of you getting a cold. Just finish up that drawing and come in here.”

Your Captain pauses for a moment, “Also, just out of curiosity, have you drawn any of your crewmates? Or the Straw Hats at all?”

You shake your head, “Just you and Bepo, sir. The rest is just stuff I like. Oh wait,” you flip to a page and smile widely.

“Look! I drew Sanji!” You show your captain a drawing of Sanji, smoking and surrounded by butterflies.

“You can draw your crew, too. I’m sure they’d like that.”

“I know but I feel embarrassed. It’s a bit different for like Zoro and Sanji, but I’ll draw you if you ask, Captain!”

Your Captain looks alittle dejected by your answer,

"Jeez, fine. How about Luffy or

Captain Kid?" He says, crossing his arms.

"You mean Craptain Useless Mid?"

"Pfftt" Law laughs.

"DON'T TELL HIM I SAID THAT!!!"

You cover your face with your sketch pad to hide your embarrassment, “I’m sorry!”

"Oh, Kanna-ya...when Eustass-ya learns what you said..." he smirks.

"Captain!!” You laugh.

He bonks your head, "Silly-ya, I won't tell him. You're fine."

You smile warmly in response,

"Thanks Captain! I'll draw you something later!"

He smiles warmly at you and ruffles your hair before walking back to his office. “Just remember to come find me when you’re done.”

—

After several minutes, you feel satisfied with your work.

"Alright, they're done!!"🤍

You pack up your art supplies and head up the stairs.

“Captain! I’m ready!!”

—

From a distance, Shachi and Penguin wait to hear their Captains’s office door open and close. They look at eachother and smirk. “He definitely likes her.”

Quiescence Extras-ONE doodles done by Reader-ya!!🤍🤍🤍

Song Credits:

Je te laisserai des mots (Patrick Watson, 2010)

[industriallyinsecure]

Hi ! I hipe you have a amazing day! Could we get some La Squadra first kiss headcanons and general places they like to kiss their s/o :)))

Absolutely you can!!!!!

Tw: some of them a a bit saucy

Very shy and will almost never initiate a kiss. He asks for kisses by gently bumping his nose against yours and resting his forehead on you. He hardly makes any noise, just a soft peck is fine with him. But his favorite thing to do is to suck and nibble on your lower lip. He likes to worry his teeth into the soft flesh and stare longingly into your eyes (it’s a bit uncomfortable since he’s so incredibly close).

Your first kiss is most likely initiated by you. He’s so terribly afraid of overstepping a boundary that he’ll never, ever make a move unless he’s completely 100% certain it won’t make you uncomfortable. You probably grab the golden baubles of his hat out of frustration and yank his face to yours. His face flushes and he’s wide eyed, but quickly reciprocates. Probably a bit upset when you pull away and most likely has to hide his pout. You won’t get anything coherent or productive out of him for the rest of the day, he’s still in shock. Better kiss him again to see if it’ll cancel it out (it won’t).

He likes to kiss your cheeks. And not just little pecks either. He likes to press his entire face into your cheek. His face is cold and his nose is pointy, but it’s still cute. When he pulls away, his entire face is as red as his glasses and he tells you to think nothing of it.

Your first kiss is most definitely on his terms. He’s so hot and cold (heh) about everything that it’s hard to tell when you have the go ahead. It’ll be sudden and quick, just how you’d expect one of his hits to go. You might think he’s trying to headbutt you with how quickly he dives in. He does accidentally bonk his nose to yours, but that just makes it even more endearing.

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Jk, Melone would never kiss you without your consent. He can be touchy, but he’ll never overstep a boundary. That being said, it’s all over once you’re comfortable with kissing him. I’m talking all the time. On the cheek, on the nose, on your lips, on your temple, on top of your head, etc.. overall a very doting lover.

You have to be the one to kiss him first. As stated before, he won’t overstep boundaries in a relationship. So much so that he never makes the first move. Your first kiss is probably during a crappy movie you found on dvd, snuggled up together on the couch and more focused on each other than the dialogue. You catch his gaze, leaning your head against his shoulder. It makes him sigh softly, but before he can rest his head on yours, you steal a kiss. You can practically hear the gears in his head turning before he breaks out into a wild grin, pouncing on you to pepper your face in little kisses.

His preferred places to kiss you are your forehead and nose (aside from your lips obviously). He’s the type to stare at your lips before and after kissing you, and you can sort of tell that he’s holding himself back from sucking your entire face off. One of the noisiest mf kissers in the world. He absolutely makes the ‘mwah’ noise after every kiss

Prosciutto is most likely the one to initiate the first kiss. It’s probably a classic “walking you to the door” kiss goodnight/farewell. It’s short and sweet, with lots of soft words and murmurings that make you feel safe and secure. He holds your hands gingerly, leaning in to press a feather light kiss to the tip of your nose and then a brief and sudden kiss to your lips. It’s so quick you don’t have time to reciprocate or process it, he’s already bidding you goodnight and pressing a dainty kiss to the back of your hand.

Pesci likes to kiss the apples of your cheeks when you smile. He’s very shy and prefers little pecks rather than full on kissing.

You have to make the first move. Even with all of Prosciutto’s teaching and coaching, Pesci is too shy to initiate anything. He works up the courage several times, but if you tease him he’ll quickly blush and turn away. You just have to plant a fat kiss on him and watch as he stands there flabbergasted.

Illuso likes to nibble on your earlobe and kiss your neck like he’s a starved animal. He’s a sloppy kisser and uses more tongue than is socially acceptable. He likes to corner you anime-style, with an arm above your head and everything.

Your first kiss was probably him pulling you halfway into the mirror and planting a big, fat kiss on you. Grabbing the collar of your shirt without notice and promptly disappearing through his mirror, laughing to himself as he goes.

Formaggio

Honestly just takes what he can get. He has extremely sloppy kisses and no technique. Pure vibes, man. He doesn’t care to improve either. Most of your time with him is spent fending him off from kissing you in front of his team or your friends.

Your first kiss was definitely accidental. He probably fell on top of you or vice versa, leading to a very uncomfortable smacking of your faces and lips together. He kind of laughs to himself and shrugs, asking if you liked it. Any way you answer, he’ll just laugh it off and promise that “there’s more where that came from”. Absolute dork behavior.

Gelato is the biggest kisser of the three of you. He gives both you and sorbet big smackaroos on your cheeks. Sorbet is very withholding and only gives you kisses occasionally.

Your first kiss with them was probably a simultaneous cheek kiss goodnight with little to no elaboration. It’s quick, sudden, and surprising(just like all of their hits). They both promptly leave you alone to stand in shock at what just happened.

[autoartist]

Reaper x Geno Short Story

Prompt: Confessions when one character thinks the other is sleeping.

Reaper had fallen asleep. Geno didn’t mind. He supposed it was exhausting, having to chase after the dead through the multiverse. And for the first time, probably ever, he could rest his head against someone’s chest, and just relax. Geno figured if this was the first time he’d ever felt such contact, he’d probably fall asleep too. 

The thought crossed his mind as he looked down at Reaper’s face, just how peaceful he looked the way he was… coupled by the blush that he felt form on his face. Geno sighed, looking away. It was silly. How could someone like him ever feel for anyone, let alone the Reaper? It was almost ironic, really, falling for death - with how much he walked on the edge of it. How he avoided it. 

Well, it didn’t have to be. Geno could just live with it. Nothing had to happen just because they liked cuddling, or holding hands, or spending every moment they could with each other. Geno just liked to keep him company. That was all. 

But he supposed it couldn’t hurt to at least get it off his chest, right? Reaper was sleeping, and… well, it was probably what Toriel would say, or the human, so…. but seeing as he wasn’t comfortable telling it to someone else… 

Geno softly stroked the top of Reaper’s skull as he let out another breath. “Hey. Can I tell you something?” he began, as if the other was listening, as if he could hear him right now… but the confidence came from knowing he couldn’t. Because Geno would never admit it to him, not really. 

“I like you. I mean… a lot,” Geno said, chuckling softly. “It’s silly, right? But… being here with you, like this… it makes me so happy. I could spend my whole life like this, right? Which… I suppose is forever.” Unless the Reaper is somehow able to have kids… he thought, but quickly pushed that away - that wasn’t a thought he really needed to have. 

“Like this, with you… making you feel happy, or… loved. I mean, you deserve it. I wouldn’t say I do, but you seem to think so… and it makes me happy, too.” Geno smiled, before looking back down at Reaper. “It’s nice, real-” 

Geno froze, seeing the expression on the others face - his eyes were open, and he was staring up at him with the soft blue blush that covered his cheekbones. 

He felt his soul instantly begin to race, his entire face burning with the soft color, as he turned to the side and covered his face with one hand. The hand on his skull slowed its movement, eventually coming to a stop in the silence. 

Reaper grinned softly, moving to sit up to give Geno some space. “...so, you like me, huh?” 

“It’s-” Geno began, flustered, turning to look at him. “It’s not what you think, I-” 

Reaper placed a finger to Geno’s mouth, silencing him, as he tilted his head softly. “I think it is. It’s okay, I like you too.” 

Geno’s eyes widened, as he blinked a couple of times, taking a gentle hold of Reaper’s hand and moving it out of the way. “You- you like me?” 

“That’s… what I just said, isn’t it?” Reaper said, chuckling softly. Geno looked down a little shyly. 

“I guess… I don’t know. It’s silly, right?” he said, before slowly looking back into the other eyes, feeling his soul skip a beat. 

Reaper shook his head, sliding his other hand gently over Geno’s face and under his chin. “I don’t think so,” he admitted, leaning in, “do you?” 

Geno felt himself unable to look away from the others eyes. “I… I guess not,” he said softly, subconsciously leaning in. Reaper took the initiative, pressing their teeth together with a soft bonk, sliding a hand softly up his cheekbone, gently tilting his head towards his. Geno sighed softly, moving his arms around Reaper’s shoulders and pulling him in, wanting to just stay like this for just a little longer. 

Once they pulled apart, Geno rested his head on Reaper’s shoulder, before tilting to look up at him. “You… you were never sleeping at all, were you?” 

Reaper chuckled softly and shook his head. “No. I tried to tell you, but how could I interrupt something as lovely as your voice?”

Geno hummed in embarrassment and buried his face back in Reaper’s cloak, feeling the others hand rest on his back and rub it gently. Oh, well, what was… what was done, was done, and… as a small smile formed on his face, Geno couldn’t say he hated it. Far from it, as he wrapped his arms around him and held him tight. This was how he was going to stay. 

Forever, and ever.

[luboy7rt]

How I think COD GHOST Characters Might Do your Skincare (Headcanons)

(Remember This is just what I (My headcanons), (Can be seen as platonic or romantic, I know a little bit about skincare, sorry for it not being a lot) (GN - Reader)

Elias Walker:

- I think he knows a tiny bit, a very tiny bit. It's been over a decade since he last watched his late wife do her skincare routine, how she would gently put it on David and Logan whenever they asked for it as well. He knows his late wifes skincare routine by heart, and keeps a handful of the products she used to love.

- He would smile softly and he would only have one or two moisturizer cream he uses, if you asked he would put it on you.

- Elias would quietly sit next to You, digging his knee gently into the seat as he would smile at you.

- His hands are steady, but gentle, trying to put the cream on your face.

- He would poke your nose, ensuring to leave a little dot behind with a soft chuckle before patting your head gently with his other hand.

- If you have your own skincare products, he would be a little lost, but willing to try and learn. He would look a bit hesitant and lost, the man is In the military and didn't actually use any skincare. But if you teach him, he would listen and do your skincare routine for you.

- After a few times of doing your skincare he would be able to do it without instructions, and would remember it forever.

David Hesh Walker:  

- Hesh has nice skin, face masks. He has a couple of decently priced face masks and wouldn't mind sharing.

- Man really does give Logan some of his own, he knows Logan isn't into skincare and has dry skin like he does.

- As long as you never tell the other guys, he would do your facemask for you, he's only really hesitant about them knowing due to the fact it really isn't important, and doesn't matter with his work.

- He's a bit awkward, trying to get the face mask on you perfectly, bonking your face gently with his hand to press it down. 

- I think he has dry skin, just like his father and Logan, he has moisturizer as well.

- He would listen to you speak or move about whatever, and ends up trying to shut you up because your face mask kept scrunching up. 

- If You keep talking or shifting, his hand just firmly goes over your mouth and face mask, he would give a smile that looks a bit sarcastic.

- If you know about skincare, he has a bit of a interest on it, having had listened and got his own done with his mother when he was young, but having had never really bothered to listen fully to what she was talking about as he was a child, but now skin care was a thing he had an interest In due to her, something to stay connected.

- If you don't know about skincare, he would be willing to learn on his own, as he likes the topic and is interested in learning but just never had the time due to his military work, and taking care of Logan and Riley.

Logan Walker:

-Logan has no clue whats going on, If you ask him to do your skincare for him. He would ponder if you had any skincare items he could use, tilting his head a bit as he would glance about.

- If not he would take a few Hesh gave him and apply them on both of you if he had time to spare.

- Logan would sit next to you quietly, his eyes glancing at you if you are talking, he would listen to every word.

- If you do have any skincare items, you would have to instruction him on what to do, he would follow the instructions carefully

- Would genuinely try his best to be gentle, making sure not to apply to much pressure into what he's doing

- He doesn't mind learning about skincare, probably asks Hesh for recommendations on what he should do, what he should buy.. what would be greatest for your skin and comfort.

- If you are knowledgeable about skin care, he's all ears, willing to learn.. Probably will do your skincare once he learns, if you are too lazy to do it or incapable of doing it whenever he has time.

Keegan Russ: 

- He honestly doesn't care much for skincare, but somehow does have good skin. So he doesn't exactly know or care to know anything.

- You ask? He'll laugh at you, but if you're serious? He'll switch up a bit depending on your relationship.

- He doesn't know You well? Fuck no, he's not doing it, he'll laugh in your face while walking away.

- If you are closer, he'll do it.. but at a cost, are you willing to buy him a round of drinks? Depending on how expensive those drinks are is the effort hes putting in..

- If he's feeling nice, he'll do it for cheaper, would pinch you while doing it, or bonk your head while applying cream to your face just to ensure to disturb your peace a tiny bit.

- “The fuck is this?” Keegan would grumble if you have alot of skincare products, not sure how to use or do with them all. If you do use alot, he's watching with a what face the whole time, glancing up from his phone with an raised eyebrow before letting you do whatever ya want. isn't his buisness.

- If you begged Keegan to do your skincare routine with you, he would.. begrudgingly. He isn't putting on a headband, would push Your hand away every few minutes.. makes it rough for the both of you to actually get this done.

- If you also have no idea about skincare or a basic skincare routine, great, less work for Keegan.

-Keegan doesn't like to get to close, he'll sit near you but he'll keep his distance.

- If you do ask him to buy you skincare products? He is indeed good at that, he's very observant and good at seeing what he thinks you would like or wouldn't like. Or what would be good for your skin or bad for It.

Merrick: 

- He uses face mask and face creams when he has time away from work. One of his exes (or someone he knows) definitely got him into skincare and hasn't looked back since.  He also takes care of his beard, ensuring that he does look good despite his military career.

- He knows alot about skincare, but would never really let anyone know this. He'll go all in if no one else is around, you want him to wear a headband? Bet, you want to do his skincare? Great. You want him to do yours? Amazing. No fragile masculinity with this man.

- Depending on your relationship, he will give less effort or more effort.

- You're not that close and you don't know much about skincare? He won't go all in, he'll help you out if you need it, will teach you about skincare but wouldn't do it for you.

- If you are close and don't know much about skincare, he would gently do it for you. Being close friends or having a close relationship, he wouldn't mind taking time out of his day to teach you a tiny bit.

- If you two both know alot about skincare, he's willing to chat about it, he wouldn't be that excited but wouldn't mind actually talking about different products and what you like or don't like. He's pretty basic, having had stuck with the same routine since he first started.

Kick: 

- He doesn't know much about skincare, but if you two have a decent relationship, he would be willing to do your skincare quietly.

- If you trust him to buy anything? He accidentally buys charcoal masks and nothing else.

- He uses it on himself and you and accidentally hurts himself, grimacing as he pulls it off.

- Never makes the same mistake twice.

- Kick honestly doesn't have a clue what's going on, but if you do have a routine, he'll stick to that and follow what you say to do, after he does it once, he will remember it.

- If you ask for him to do skincare routines togeather, sure..? He already memorized how to do yours (if you have one, or the one you two made together) and sorta just makes it his own routine after time.

- He starts off a but hesitant when doing skincare but after a while he does get good at it, but never buys products that isn’t recommended to him by someone he knows.

[chalkscene]

fruits basket ⇢ “I CAN HOLD THE WORLD IN MY HANDS”

how the sohma boys react to you saying you can hold the world in your hands then gently cupping their face

ft. kyo sohma, yuki sohma & hatori sohma

no warning except maybe it’s kinda ooc. just pure fluff

“i can hold the world in my hands. wanna see?” you blurt out, hands combing through KYO’s hair as he rests his body on top of yours and his face buried in your neck. you’re not sure how much time has passed since your boyfriend joined you in bed but it’s only when he looks up at you that you notice his eyes growing heavy and drowsiness seeping into his visage. you almost feel bad but nonetheless, you run your fingers through his orange locks one last time before sliding your hands down to his cheeks to cradle his face. he only blinks at you until his mind eventually registers what you meant. months ago, that gesture would’ve earned you a scowl from him but he simply bonks the top of your head lightly before he nuzzles against your skin once more to hide the blush in his cheeks. “i was already falling asleep.” he mutters but he doesn’t sound pissed. you apologize anyway as you bring your fingers back up to play with his hair. it’s not long until kyo takes one of your hands and guides it onto his face, urging you to stroke his cheek. “do it again. feels nice.”

“YUKI!” you call your boyfriend’s name the second he emerges into the room. he immediately stops in his tracks, turning to the sound of your voice but before he can ask what’s wrong, your hands softly land on both sides of his face. his mind suddenly goes blank, unsure of what you wanted. “…yes?” the clear confusion written all over his expression makes you giggle. “i can hold the world in my hands,” you beam. yuki’s lips immediately stretch into a grin, adoration evident in his dark gray eyes. “yeah? so can i.” he takes a step closer, mirroring your gesture. you wait for him to say something but he doesn’t, his gaze on you not wavering even in the slightest. ever since the curse was broken, yuki has only grown more and more secure in himself. you don’t know when it began but he just started boldly flirting with you whenever he felt like it. and just like most of the staredowns you two have had in the past, you lose this one. barely able to look at yuki, you try to move out of his hold to conceal your flustered state but his hand moves to the nape of your neck, gently pulling you closer to press his forehead against yours. your face feels warmer now and you don’t even have to look at him to know he has a stupid smirk on his lips. “stop staring,” you mumble but it only makes him laugh. “you started it.”

HATORI was lying on the couch with a book in hand when you decide to disrupt his peace, moving on top of him to wiggle your way into his embrace. as if it’s second nature to him, he lifts his arms to make room for you, acknowledging your presence with a kiss on the forehead. “whatcha readin’?” you ask. hatori’s eyes flit to the book then back to you. “i’m not sure. shigure wrote it.” his impassive tone forces a laugh out of you, the sound bringing a smile to his lips. you have his full attention now so he tosses the book onto the coffee table before snaking his arms around you, pulling your body flush against his. “hey tori?” “hm?” “would you believe me if i told you i can hold the world in my hands?” the hand running up and down your back instantly freezes. “is that a trick question?” giggling at his deadpan expression, you shake your head no. you don’t wait for him to get another word out, raising your hands to brush his bangs away from his face before cupping his cheeks. “see?” you don’t miss the way hatori sucks in a breath, clearly caught off guard by the small gesture. and yet he doesn’t even fight the urge to roll his eyes, shaking his head out of affection for you while a soft smile plays on his lips. “you and your antics.” he plants a tender kiss between your eyebrows before guiding your head onto his chest. “you love them,” you tease. he sighs in content before he replies: “i do.”

[xtrafluffyteddy]

Unexpected visitors

Pairing: Eddie munson x reader, Steve harrington x reader, Billy hargrove x reader

Mentions: cursing, comfort, minor injuries, happy ending

Someone shows up at 3am

This is part of the home for wayward souls series

I may make a part 2 to this if y’all are interested

You grumbles as you climbed out of bed pulling on your robe to go answer the door as your walking down the hallway you catch a glimpse of the clock that reads 2:30am “Jesus who’s knocking at this fucking hour” you groan and turn on your living room lamp before opening the door “what do you-“ you begin yelling only to soften when you see max standing there “max what’re you-“ you stop when you notice she’s crying her tough girl persona dropped “oh sweetpea” you usher her inside taking off your robe to wrap her in “have a seat I’ll be right back” she just nods and sniffles as she sits down

You grab the first aid kit, and something hot to drink as well as a small snack for the redhead who’s now curled up on your couch tucked away in the farthest corner. You can’t help but feel your heart break at the sight “max” you say softly kneeling in front of her “what happened how’d you get here?” You take her hands gently looking them over for any signs of a fight concerned at the fact a 14 year old is walking by herself through the sketchy parts of town “I walked” she mumbles barely audible still clutching your robe “sweetpea it’s 2:30 in the morning why are you out this late” you ask with nothing but concern as you look over face for any signs of a fight again taking in the cut on her cheek bone and slight bruising around her eye “I didn’t know where else to go” she whispers brokenly looking up at you with wide tired eyes.

You take a deep breath and keep your calm as you begin cleaning her up “well I’m glad you came here instead of someone else’s place” you blow gently on the cut on her cheek so it doesn’t burn so bad after the alcohol wipe “what happened?” You question as you hand her the warm drink then begin to clean up “Neil came home drunk he’s been doing it a lot since Billy left” she began wiping the tears that began falling again “he took it out on my mom this time” you can only imagine what happened “I tried to defend her” she finishes to tired to go into detail you just nod and frown “okay then sweetpea I’m gonna go grab you some clothes then you can go take a warm shower how does that sound” you give her a small smile as she nods and starts to get up “just leave your dirty clothes on the floor I’ll come get them later”

You lay some of your old clothes that don’t fit anymore on the bathroom counter for her as well as some warm towels you had tossed in the dryer “call me if you need anything” you ruffle her hair gently then bonk your forehead against hers before closing the bathroom door behind you.

“What a fucking coward” you growl as you begin making the pull out couch bed for her to sleep in “hitting a little girl what a piece of shit” your to caught up in your rage cleaning to hear Billy and Steve walk up behind you “sunshine?” Steve calls tentatively flinching back when you turn sharply to him “shit I’m sorry Stevie” you calm down and take a deep breath as you squeeze past them to grab some blankets from the closet “who’s in the shower honey?” Billy questions looking towards the closed bathroom door “Max is” Billy looks at you surprised “max? What’s she doin here it’s like 3am?” He helps you grab one of the heavier blankets tossing it on the pull out bed “Neil hit her im guessing” you bite your lip shaking your head so you don’t have to think about it again “he what?!” Steve pretty much shouts “cool it momma bear we need to stay calm for her we will handle it in the morning” you whisper sternly as you hear the water shut off

When max comes shuffling out in one of your shirts and some pajama pants she’s surprised to see Billy and Steve standing behind you worried looks on their faces “are you okay” Steve questions arms crossed over his chest “I’m fine Steve I’m just tired is all” Max mumbles as she shuffles to you handing you her dirty clothes “why don’t you go get some rest hm?” You help her to bed tucking her in even though she insists she can do it herself but doesn’t stop you “goodnight max we love you” you press a soft kiss to her forehead as you flick off the lamp the boys following you to your room

Billy had been silent the whole time thinking about Neil hitting a defenseless Max I mean max wasn’t his favorite person but no kid deserves to be hit for defending a parent “what if Neil shows up?” Steve questions as he flops down on your bed “we will handle it accordingly “ you stare calmly “and by accordingly you mean??” Billy questions raising a brow his arms uncrossing “I’ll call hopper or I’ll whoop his ass plain and simple he doesn’t he get to just lay his hands on a little girl and think he can just come get her the next morning” you rubs your eyes feeling the tiredness catching up to you “so that means she’ll be staying with us a couple of days until this is sorted” they both nod

Once the two boys had left your room and you were comfortable under your blankets you heard your door creak open “Billy?“ no reply “Steve?” No reply, it couldn’t be Eddie he was on tour with the band “Max?” You sit up your eyes adjusting to the dark seeing the girl standing by the door arms wrapped around yourself “I know it’s silly” she whispered “but can I sleep with you tonight” she shuffles to the edge of your bed arms wrapped around herself “of course you can sweetpea” you scoot over allowing her to climb in and get comfortable while you pet her head humming softly to soothe her “get some rest I won’t let anything happen to you I promise” you whisper smiling as she slips into a peaceful sleep.

[noteriii]

8:24 am (shxtou x reader)

i actually have no idea what i’m doing but here’s a little blurb because- brain is empty.. just shoto. i still don’t know how tumblr works? what is this spacing???? i’m so lost..

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you wake up in the surprisingly empty bed, tucked into the dark fluffy sheets tightly. you hear a small thump in the room next to you, causing you to sit up more. “shou? are you okay?” you called out tiredly, assuming your boyfriend was the source of the cause. you hear another thud before he sticks his head into the room, giving you a cute smile. “did i wake you up? ‘m sorry, love, i just dropped a few things setting up.” he explains softly. you stretch your arms out to him, doing little ‘grabby hands’ in his direction. “no i woke up a bit ago,” you explained to him as he walked over and lays down on top of you gently, cuddling into you. “you okay? didn’t hit anything?” you ask, hugging him tightly as if he were a stuffed animal. “i’m fine, babe. honor bright.” he promises, causing a small giggle out of you as you lightly bonk his head “shut up, nerd.” you tell him off gently, earning a laugh from him as well. “you’re the one that made me read that story!!” he tells you with a slight pout. you let out a dramatic sigh, running your fingers through his messy, dark purple locks. “you wanted to read it on stream after i mentioned that i read it in highschool.” you remind him, holding back your amusement. shouto huffed and looks at you, leaning up to place a quick and soft kiss on your nose. “you wanna join the stream in a bit?” he asked you softly, gazing into your eyes. you scrunch your face up and shake your head. “i wasn’t originally gonna be.. so it wouldn't be properly announced.” you reason with him. “so what? ‘s just mysta watching me play mortuary assistant.” he says as his hand moves to take yours, rubbing it gently. “you don’t need two people watching you play, shou.” you giggled as he started squeezing your hand. “just wanna spend time with you..” he mumbled before rolling off of you and getting up. “i gotta finish setting up though.” he sighs, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “try going back to sleep, yeah?” he says before leaving the room. you rolled your eyes at his antics before tucking yourself back into the sheets, now with your phone. boredly, you scroll on the device through socials and whatever else you deemed important as you hear the rolling of shoto’s desk chair and occasional thumps of what you assumed was your boyfriend hitting his head against his microphone (something that’s happened a lot recently, for some unknown reason.)

tiredly, you get out of bed and stretch your arms up high in attempts to wake you up more. though it was only around eight in the morning, you still yearned for the warmth of sleep. neatly making his bed, you let out a small yawn before attempting to brush through your hair. it was undoubtedly going to be a lazy day for you. shuffling your way downstairs, and noticing the absence of his parents, you begin to prep a makeshift breakfast for you boyfriend before he begins work. you open the fridge and smiled to yourself, seeing a small takeout box from the night before. it was dessert from your dinner last night. retrieving the small container, you pluck a plastic fork from the drawer before starting the electric kettle.

poking at the slice of cake in front of you, you let out a small sigh when the water soon came to a boil. you quickly stopped the kettle and found your mugs. a matching set of a cute kitten and puppy. with quick muscle memorized actions, you made two instant coffees. from the kitchen, you could hear a voice echoing from the closed room. smiling to yourself, you balanced the drinks and sweet dessert in your hands before nudging the door open with your hip. the sound of the door opening immediately caused the attention of the only person in the room to gaze in your direction. he quickly rushed from his seat and took a cup and plate from your hands. “goodmorning again,” he says to you softly, placing a soft kiss to your temple. “‘m gonna start soon. mysta’s getting ready.” your boyfriend explained. you nodded and looked over to his screen, seeing that his stream was halfway set up. “can i sit here until you start?” you asked him tiredly. shoto nods and smiles at you, immediately taking your cup of coffee and placing it on his desk. “of course you can, babe.” he replies to you as you pull up your own gaming chair from your desk and pulling up next to his. with a roll of his eyes, he tugs you gently towards him and sits you both down on his chair with you on his lap. you let out a small laugh but melt into his touch regardless, smiling at him. “you’re so clingy in the morning.” you tell him, running your hands through his hair. he hums, not arguing against you. “so are you,” he says, closing his eyes. you kiss the top of his head and wrap your arms over his shoulders, draping yourself over him as he keeps his arms wrapped around your torso. you hear a few clicks and taps before his free hand goes to run through your hair. “cake for breakfast?” he asks you lightly, receiving only a small nod in response, feeling yourself grow tired in your boyfriend’s hold. “i’ll make you real food in a bit… it’s just a snack.” you tell him quietly, your words slurring together in a muttery sleep. he continues playing with your hair absentmindedly and stealing small sips from his mug as he sets up his stream, his grasp never fully letting you go. you sat in his warmth for as long as he’d let you, tired but enjoying his presence. when he finished setting up the stream, you could hear his friend through the headset telling your beloved vtuber boyfriend that he was ready to start. after a few more keyboard clicks, he pulls away from you a bit, tapping your thigh in attempt to wake you. “baby, the stream’s gonna start soon ‘m sorry.” he tells you gently. sitting up, you rub your eyes sleepily as you nodded. “mkay shou” you tell him, getting off his lap. before you could leave his immediate hold, he tugs at your hand. you looked at him, a bit confused, before he uses his other hand pointing to his lips as if demanding. you let out a small giggle and placed a soft kiss onto his lips, mumbling a quiet “i love you” to each other. you can hear mysta saying something through the call before you leave,

“can you at least go on mute when you’re being disgustingly adorable with y/n?”

[obito76]

Debbie on AO3:

Could you please write a smut where Beast Boy is playing video game, while Raven is horny so she decides to give him a blowjob while he plays. Then he fucks her rough on the bed, slapping her ass and degrading her.

Thank you so much!

Thanks for the idea 🔥✨

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Focus on me

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“Just a little more and i will be on final level.” Gar remarked with an amused grumble. She noticed that his character was throwing punches and kicks to the opposite character. No wonder it was taking him so long, she huffed inwardly. Time to remind him that he had a girlfriend, and they were alone like this after a really long time so he should be paying attention to her instead of his game. Not that she truly begrudged him his fun, but she wanted more attention than normal on this particular free day, and she figured he wouldn’t mind her interruption, not by the time they were done.

She walked up behind the couch where he sat and draped her arms over his shoulders, sinking down to press a kiss under his ear, below the padding clutching his headset in place. He turned just a bit and flashed her a smile and spoke softly, “Sorry, Rae. Maybe thirty more minutes?” She sighed at that and stood up, and he looked up with concern, his character halting in place on screen as he started to loose. “Rae?”

Squeezing his shoulder in a hand, she smiled at him and nodded, and then she slipped around to join him on the couch. She crossed her legs, deliberately giving him a flashing view between her thighs as she did. Then her hand settled on his leg, and she seemed to watch as he played. She wasn’t really paying the game much mind, however, all of her attention focused on him. He held his controller up against his chest as he played, his lips pursed crookedly in concentration as his selected character battled the enemy. Her hand on his leg moved up along his thigh, and she gave a very meaningful rub of her hand across the most sensitive area of the inner thigh. The sharp intake of breath she heard was definitely her doing, and she grinned at his expression, trying so hard to focus on his game, though he clearly wanted to encourage her as well. His legs parted and she shook her head with a rueful grin. He thought to hold out against her ministrations? Very well, then.

She slid down from the couch to kneel between his legs. He glanced down at her, and lifted his hips when she gave a tug on his pants. Baring him, she smirked quietly as he cursed the cold air, and she breathed her own hot breath on him in response. She felt him twitch in response as she inhaled his scent, trying not to make any sounds that would give himself away. And she hadn’t even touched him yet. He wouldn’t make it, she realized with a smirk. That was what she wanted.

Her hands massaged his thighs, and she scrapped her nails over sensitive skin. She kissed his hips, his stomach, smiled as his erection bobbed at every close brush, every puff of breath that drifted over its sensitive skin, trying so desperately to get her to touch it directly. She did, but only to move it out of her way, hooking a finger around it to tug it aside as she kissed where it had left a mark on his stomach with its excitement, tongue darting out to lick him clean.

She peeked up, making sure his attention was on the screen and not her, and she held her breath a moment so it wouldn’t give her away. The surprise of her lips wrapping fully around him had him unable to stop the curse from passing his lips. She guessed that something happened. She snorted at that, and he pressed against her tongue at how odd it felt with him so fully in her mouth at the time. He gently bonked the top of her head with his elbow, flashing her a “It’s your fault” look. Quirking a brow at him, she began to pull away and he set a pacifying hand on her head with a pleading expression. Smirking, she rolled her eyes with amused tolerance, and took readily to trying to make him lose his control.

Her head moved over him in a fervor, her breathing hot and heavy, rolling along his length whenever she pulled back to fill her lungs. She couldn’t take him all beyond her lips, especially not after blowing him after a long time, but she found she didn’t have to, as long as she used her tongue and hands properly. So she did, hand stroking where her mouth could not, tongue teasing him, pressing along him. Her other hand came up under her cock to tease the wrinkled skin of his balls fondling them lovingly, feeling pulses and jumps under her touch.

Gar began to groan, biting the sound off in a frustrated hiss as voices shouted in his ear unit screen flashed “Game Over!” in red. He ripped off his headset with an aggravated growl, tossing it along with his controller across the room. His hands pushed stray purple bangs back so he could see her face, and he moaned, quietly but with such a deep, longing tension in the sound, “Let me take care of you now.”

Raven smiled before kissing his balls, lips lingering for a bit. She faught an urge to just nuzzle her nose in them before getting up.

They stumbled on her room before she broke their lip contact, keeping her back still towards him as she removed her cloak and let it fall to the floor, back turning down to take off the shoes as well as Gar watched as leotard went in, relieving dark blue lace underwear and the curve of her ass to him. He sighed, walking up to her, his fingers playing with the fabric as the shoes fell to the floor, her back still down as his fingers played with her lips, feeling them grow wet under his touch as she bit her lip, silence flooding the room. She groaned into his touch, looking back to see his body press itself more and more, before finally she took off her leotard and walked to the bed, her soaking underwear following as Gar began to take off his pants as well, not climbing onto the bed until he was in nothing more than boxers. She looked up to see the reason she was so wet right now, he was probably perfect in her eyes. His chest, his arms, how he got this much hot she never asked not when his cock was ready to burst out of his boxers. With how caved in he was she simply kissed his chest, running down she kissed his each abs before coming up. She locked her gaze on him as she circled her tongue around his nipple while teasing her own.

“I really like it when you're this horny.” He observed, looking down to see her body shift as she moved her thighs and looked up, locking eyes as her fingers fished for the bra strap, taking it off slowly as her breasts burst out, the perfect shape and her erect dark grey nipple, he wanted to just grab them and have a taste. “God they are perfect.” He was used to see her naked. But whenever she undress it never failed to make him more excited.

“And growing impatient.” Raven smiled, removing the underwear as he laughed before doing the same, his rock hard cock running down the slickness of her pussy. “No more playing, Please just fuck me.” She groaned, forcing his hands on her tits.

“Alright then.” Slipping in fully she gasped, hands shooting forward to grab something just as he moved his back down, thrusting in and out restlessly. “Fuck Rae.. is this what you wanted..my cock?” Smiling down he didn’t kiss her lips, wanting to try and keep the makeup enact from the beauty of it. Instead he bit her neck, tongue swirling as he drilled fast, his hand on her throat.

“Y..Yes. Gar, please use me.” Moving her hips with him she looked up at the ceiling, closing her eyes for a moment just to feel him. His hands running down her body, hot tongue leaving marks and saliva on her skin and his cock deep inside, making her pussy wet by the second, only growing more and more of a mess as her hair rubbed against the soft pillow, her body getting numb from his touch. “I'm gonna cum Gar, spank me..”

He did what she asked.

“Yes!” she said. And then his hand came down on the bare skin of her ass again, slapping it hard.

The sting of it sent a heavenly quiver through her legs. Fuck.. oh God, the feelings sent through her. There had been a tiny part of her that had wondered if she was going to like this when it was really happening or if it was something that only did it for her in her head. Yeah, she was going to like this. She was going to like this a lot.

“Fuck Rae, you are squeezing me really tight.” he said.

“Do it again,” she moaned. “Harder.”

Another slap. Harder than before. She couldn’t have stopped herself from moaning if she’d wanted to.

“You like that, huh?” he asked. Another slap. “You like it when I spank you?”

“So much,” she said. “Please don’t stop…”

He kept going: more slaps, hard enough for her to feel, to send that wave of excitement through her body every time his hand touched her skin. He didn’t always slap the same place, either, and that heightened the anticipation: that little uncertainty about where she was going to feel it next. “Fuck, I'm a slut Gar, hit me.” she told him. “That’s exactly what I want…” She gasped at the feel of the next slap. “Yes, like that…you can do it a lot harder…”

“You are so hot” he smirked. Another slap, a lot harder, just like she’d asked, and oh God oh God oh God.

“Yes, like that, yes, just like that,” she moaned loudly. “More, please…”

Raven couldn’t have prepared herself for the feeling, not entirely. The way it felt to be this exposed, this uncontrolled, this divorced from concerns about what was the most sensible thing to do or how she needed to present herself. The way it felt to cede herself to someone else’s control with this kind of trust. She couldn’t even have known what this kind of trust felt like before she met Gar. But this was how it felt, this perfect balance between them: him spanking her and making her cry out in bliss and feel things that almost overpowered her and at the same time asking her if she liked it, if it was good, what she wanted from him. Feeling like there was nothing she could do but let the sensations fill her body without any way to stop them and at the same time knowing somewhere that she could stop this any moment, that she was completely safe with Gar.

God, she didn’t know when she’d been so turned on. She rocked her hips against him, almost without thinking about it.

“Don’t hold back, cum for me Rae.” He hushed, ghosting his lips over her. “C'mon baby cum.. cum.”

“Fuck, Gar!” Yelling the words she withered under his body, her head falling back and stress unwinding by the moment before he emptied his load inside her, filling her completely.

“Well, that was good.” He chuckled, throwing his head down to lean on hers, his body sore and slick with sweat. Her scent made his mind even more tired just as he didn’t feel her protest, she didn’t remove her body from beneath him, instead she let him lay on her side.

“Yeah, it was amazing.” Getting her back up she felt an arm wrap around her naked waist, pulling Raven back to the softness of the pillows and blankets, his warm cologne welcoming her. She wanted to stay, stay with him for a moment longer underneath his touch, with her body secured around his, drown in the boy’s lazy voice.

“Stay.” Kissing down her neck he smiled, feeling her calmly settle back right before she turned around, face meeting him with a gentle smile on her face.

“Of course.”

Someone wanted me to write this, so here we are.

Prompts are open i think, sometimes i have time and then i don't. It depends on my mood. 😂

Gar and Raven being all hot and sexy.🥵 I always wanted to write something like this.

Until then...

[shankschewtoy]

Hi Evou-san! You grew so much since I last saw you and you are so active here!!! I'm so happy!

Can I please request a little scenario of Killer and his crewmate / ")crush talking about different kinds of pasta? I just saw a video about carbonara (type of sauce) and all I can think about is making it for Killer, the supreme pasta lover.

Sorry for the long ask, have a good time!! Byeeeeeee.

a/n - Hi hi Kero!! Awww tysm, I’m so happy you always read my killer things 🥺🥺💜💜 omg. Pasta man. YES. I just ate some pasta so it’s perfect 👀

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, fluff, chef reader

Simple love <3

Sitting in front of you was a neatly plated serving of carbonara. It was one of your favorite dishes to both eat and make. Despite its simplicity, it remained one of your most precious recipes in your book. You took your fork and started to neatly twirl a bite of the noodles onto the fork, raising it to your mouth and blowing gently. When you tasted it, it was still the same nostalgic taste you’ve remembered since your childhood. It made you so happy when you got to eat it and daydream about past memories. You were snapped out of your daze when you heard footsteps coming down the stairs towards the kitchen where you sat at the counter. You peered your head to the side, trying to get a better look at who was approaching. When they appeared in the doorway, accidentally bonking their forehead on the wooden beam, a metallic noise resonated from impact. You sighed with a small hint of relief, for a second you thought it might’ve been an enemy. You then snickered when you saw who it was, there wasn’t anyone else who’d do that except for one person you knew. “Killer!” You said with a kind smile, continuing to eat your pasta with a happy atmosphere around you. “Hi.. Y/n, is that pasta?” He asked curiously, walking over towards you and peeking over your shoulder. “Mhm, carbonara.” You said, covering your mouth half full with food. Underneath his mask, Killer looked nervous and anxious, he was so embarrassed to say exactly why he came down here. The reason was just- kind of stupid to him. “Did you need something?” You asked, managing to swallow your food quickly. Killer stayed silent for a couple seconds, his helmet hiding most of his thoughts being displayed on his face. “Yeah. I smelled.. Pasta.. so that’s why I came down here- nevermind.” He replied quickly, trying to dismiss his broken explanation.

Your eyes widened, “Killer! Do you like pasta too???” You asked with excited eyes, standing up and smiling up at him, your face inches away from his. Killer was slightly blushing underneath his mask, but he bent backwards awkwardly, “I like pasta, yeah..” He replied quietly, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. Wasn’t it kind of- weird that Killer, THE Killer of the Kid pirates was a huge fan of pasta-?? And specifically the one you made? So much so that he could smell it from on deck..? “That’s so cool! Wait here I’m going to make some more for you, you must be hungry anyways right?” You asked, hurriedly grabbing another pot from the cabinet. You gathered all of the ingredients, quickly putting them each on the counter. He was surprised by your actions, he just expected you to laugh, just like how the rest of them would.. But no, you called his love for pasta- “cool”. Killer silently observed from the side, watching the determined look on your face. He smiled softly, he appreciated the fact that you were going out of your way, making pasta for him. “Here, I’ll show you how to make it so you don’t always need me to make it. Then you can have it whenever you feel like it.” You said with a bright smile, beckoning for him to watch you. He stood behind you, bending over from behind, peeking over your shoulder. You salted the water in the pot, bringing it to a boil before dropping in some of the leftover homemade pasta you made from before. You put a lid on the pot, and set a timer for 6 minutes. “Ok, now you grate the cheese, about 1/3 cup. Then add the two eggs, make sure they’re room temp! I still dunno why they have to be that way but it just tastes better- and then..” You explained to him, trying to help him crack the eggs without breaking them completely. His large and strong hands fumbled with the eggs, struggling to crack one without completely shattering it… He must’ve gone through five different eggs before he finally was able to crack one of the eggs. You clapped your hands together excitedly, like a fan cheering on an idol. “Yay! There ya go!” You said happily. Killer smiled, he felt so happy in these moments with you. He never thought that making pasta with someone could be this wonderful. “Now you have to mix it all together like this.” You demonstrated for him, mixing the sauce of the carbonara together in a metallic bowl. You carefully handed it to Killer for him to try as well, and he gently started to mix in circles. At one point, some of the sauce accidentally splattered onto the side of his mask. “Oops- lemme get that for you.” You said, reaching up towards his mask and wiping it off with your thumb. Killer stopped all of his actions, he froze. The tips of his ears were flushed with red. “Uh- you ok?” You asked, waving your hand in front of his mask, snapping him out of it. “Yeah, sorry.” He replied, trying to play it off as nothing. He’s never felt this way for someone before.. It was so different, unfamiliar. Yet at the same time, it was one of the best feelings he’s ever felt in his life.

Once the noodles were done, you took a cup and filled it up with some pasta water, “This is a secret I do, don’t tell anyone. It’s something my Mom taught me when I was a kid.” You whispered to him, setting off the pasta water to the side. You carried the ginormous pot towards the sink, struggling a bit with the size of it. Killer helped you a bit, draining the pasta into a strainer. “Almost done.” You said with a smile, taking the sauce you two made and putting it onto a skillet. You stirred in the bacon, as well as a tiny sprinkle of pepper. You then instructed Killer to pour in the sauce, “See? Cooking isn’t so hard!” You said happily with a grin, letting him try to stir around the sauce. He laughed silently, watching you pour in the pasta water with a gentle smile on your face. He couldn’t help but find himself staring at whatever you were doing. He almost always got caught in a daze if he didn’t keep himself from staring. You then put in the pasta noodles, stirring it around skillfully, turning the stove off quickly. Killer grabbed two plates, one for you and him. As you put the pasta on his plate, you giggled and gave him way more than you gave yourself. “Hey- why did you give me more?” He asked with a confused tone. “Because you said you liked pasta, there’s always more if you want more.” You replied with a smile, taking the cheese, and the grater in your hands. You then started grating the cheese, the little flakes falling onto his plate. He had a smile on his face, his heart felt so.. Full of compassion, and all of it was yours, “Thank you, y/n.”

a/n - pls I love pasta sm 😭 this was sooooo cute I loved writing it, tysm Kero!! 💜🥺

<3

[lilacstarvix]

Totk Resurrection AU pt.2

Rauru and Sonia cling to eachother for what feels like an eternity, holding eachother tightly yet carefully, making sounds of joy, greif and confusion.

Sonia raises her head to kiss Rauru on the lips, yet instead she gently bonks her snout right into Rauru's chin, causing him to gently chuckle.

"This is perhaps the clumsiest I've ever seen of you." He teases, gently kissing her on the bridge of her nose.

"Perhaps~" Sonia teases in response, scratching at the base of Rauru's ears, coaxing a flustered purr out of him.

The pair begin to giggle and sigh, before gently losing their hold of eachother.

"Although it may be wiser to find a way out of this dreary place" Sonia said calmly, her ears gently twitching, Rauru fought every instinct telling him to say 'cute' as he scratched his chin.

"It is probably a cute-, I mean good, idea to try and find an exit" Rauru internally facepalms at his verbal slip up before continuing, "I did see what might've been a door down the hallway I came from" He remarked.

Sonia's ears lifted slightly, softly chuckling "Well let's go see if we can open that door you found"

Rauru and Sonia both walk down the empty halls of the strange ruin as they both look around for the door Rauru mentioned, holding eachothers hands firmly, daring not to let go lest they lose eachother once more.

After half an hour of wandering...

"Sonia! I think I see it!" Rauru exclaims, pointing down a corridor, Sonia's ears perk as she peers down to see a solid stone slab door.

The pair turn and walk down the corridor, approaching the stone door.

"I tried finding a way to open it myself earlier, but there was no terminal, no lever, crank or wheel to find." Rauru explains as Sonia approaches the door.

Sonia reaches a hand out, concentrating on her power, begining to read the stone door's history, searching for a moment when it was open and 'Fwoom, clup clo click!'

Sonia's golden magics envelope the door as it lifts itself open, revealing a shrine rock sitting in the middle of an empty room.

"Opened it!" Sonia remarks, flashing a soft yet cheeky smile to Rauru, as the pair walk thrlugh the opened door and into the room and towards the shrine, where the soft green glow of the terminal projection flashes into existance as the pair reach the gravel floor marking the shrine's entrance.

"This is a shrine entrance... in here..?" Rauru ponders, his ears perking upwards as he thinks. Looking around the room Rauru notices something, the architecture in this room, not only is it intact, but is familiar even.

"Wait Sonia, I think that this is inside a shrine, although I don't ever remember us conjuring such a facility in the shrine realms when planning them out.." He scratches his chin in confusion.

"We did plan over one hundred and fifty of these over the years, but I do agree that a place like this place is not something I think either of us would have made." Sonia nods, resting her chin on her hand in contemplation.

"Let's figure that out later, for now we should get out of this place." Rauru says, raising an arm to the terminal, causing it to make gentle blips and softly explode into ribbons of light as green fire forms an opening in the tall boulder, and for the first time in eons, Rauru and Sonia see sunlight with their own eyes and step through the green gateway and back into the nation they founded together, long ago.

There is more to the fic on my Ao3 here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47955511/chapters/120910732

[xirayn]

Like Biting Bats (Very Metal)

Read the full fic so far here

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Featuring @aibhlynn as Eddie

“I’m nervous about tomorrow,” Steve admits after they’ve sat in companionable silence eating their M&Ms. “Nervous about a lot of things, really, but those aren’t happening for a while – Or ever.”

“Why? Believe it or not, the band likes you.” Eddie reaches over to gently rap his knuckles against Steve’s shoulder. “They think you’re good for me.”

Steve chuckles. Robin has said the same thing about Eddie.

“I guess I’m just worried about coming in on your thing and changing it or slowing you down.”

It was one of the reasons Steve kept refusing invitations to play Dungeons and Dragons. He knows he’ll slow the game down or mess things up, which isn’t fun for everyone else. It will just be frustrating for everyone involved. He also doesn’t need another reason to be bullied by a bunch of high school freshmen.

“Steve. Stevie. Prettiest boy in all the lands.” Eddie rolls until he is behind Steve, wrapping his arms around his friend and lightly bonking their heads together. “Maybe we need to change. Have you considered that, Big Boy? And I am inviting you to come in on my thing. I’ll even beg if you need me to.”

“Please don’t.” 

Steve playfully pushes Eddie away, shaking his head when Eddie rolls onto his back then makes grabby hands at the Doritos. Steve opens the bag and places the bag between them. As Eddie munches on the chips, Steve relaxes back against the side of the bed. He absently plays air guitar to ‘I Believe in You’. His fingers flex into the correct positions of a different song. Eddie stops eating to watch with the dawning realization that there was only one way Steve was capable of moving his fingers like that.

“You played guitar!”

Eddie rolls off the bed, nearly face planting in his scramble to get to his acoustic guitar across the room. Steve watches him. His gaze moves from Eddie to the guitar, and he knows what is coming. A little ball of apprehension curls tight and uncomfortable in his chest.

“I used to,” he responds haltingly.

“How long ago?” Eddie catches his guitar by the neck and wobbles over to sit cross-legged across from Steve. He strums his fingers over the strings and Steve attempts to work the dryness out of his mouth.

“Seven years,” he mumbles. It was the first time Steve hadn’t gotten what he asked for on his birthday. It’s so stupid and spoiled that he can’t meet Eddie’s eyes. Poor little rich boy. “Rosie, my nanny…”

He hesitates. Even the other wealthy brats of Hawkins used to laugh at the idea of having a nanny. Eddie doesn’t laugh, though, or take a crack at him or do anything other than wait patiently for him to continue.

“Rosie taught me to play.” Steve shrugs. “And I guess when I was too old to have a nanny anymore, my dad decided I was too old to waste my time on music.”

The hurt in Steve’s voice hits Eddie square in the chest. He carefully puts the guitar aside, so he can scoot close enough that their knees are touching. One hand settles on Steve’s shoulder while the other tucks under his chin to turn warm honey eyes back to him.

“Hey,” he starts softly, “fuck your parents. You’re mine now. You saved my life, so you’re stuck with me until we’re old and gray. Got it?”

They are caught in a moment. A calloused thumb stroked over the ridge of Steve’s jaw. He leans into the touch and blames it on the weed. It has to be the reason his heart tumbles in his chest at the idea of being Eddie’s, as well.

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[therealgchu]

Snippet Sunday - Iris

i need a meme of trying to fall asleep, and your brane goes, "here's 1,000 story ideas at 1am!"

anyway, here's a story idea that almost wrote itself. one of the fastest write-ups i've done. will publish the final on friday. for now, it'll be a one-shot, but i may fold it into the main fic.

it's called Iris, after the GooGoo dolls song. prolly one of those things that baked in my noggin for so long from the coemancer crew doing song inspirations.

sneakage with the peekage

She laughed, “I know, I’ll teach you how to waltz,” and she ran over to the stereo to change the music. The Skaters Waltz started playing, and she ran back to Sam. “Place your right hand here,” and she placed his on her hip, “and your left hand in mine, like this,” and she lifted his hand up to his shoulder height. “Now, you’re supposed to lead, Take a step to the side with your right leg, then follow with your left, then another step with your right. Remember, it’s all about 1-2-3,” she counted.

Sam tried to follow her movements, but kept staring at his feet. “Eyes up,” she said, lifting his chin, “or you’ll trip.”

“I don’t want to step on your feet,” he explained, with his head bobbing up and down trying to pay attention to both his feet and keep his eyes up.

“It’s actually harder to dance if you’re constantly looking at your feet. Trust me. Just feel the music; feel the swing, 1-2-3,” she counted.

“One-two-three,” he counted under his breath, head still bobbing up and down, attention split. Mid-way through the song, he bonked his forehead against her head as it was bobbing up and down. “I’m sorry!” he shouted, flustered.

Hwa laughed, “It’s fine. It’s not the first time I’ve had my head hit while dancing.”

“You know what, this song sucks. I’ve never much liked classical,” Sam griped.

“Alright, I have a better song then,” and she ran back to the stereo. Acoustic guitar started coming out of the speakers and Sam gasped.

“This is a waltz?” he asked. Hwa ran back to him and nodded, resuming the partnering position. His face took on a far-away expression. “My mom used to sing this song all the time. She loved it,” he whispered.

And I'd give up forever to touch you 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be And I don't want to go home right now

Hwa smiled gently at him, and he took a step forward. He stared down into her eyes, mouthing the lyrics. His steps became more confident as the song progressed.

And all I can taste is this moment And all I can breathe is your life And sooner or later, it's over I just don't wanna miss you tonight

They waltzed across the floor of their home, both staring into each other’s eyes, Hwa’s eyes soft, smiling the smile she had only for him; Sam’s eyes intense, the usual soft blue color darkening. 

And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am

He softly sang the chorus, his gravelly voice highlighting the last two stanzas. The couple gracefully moved across the floor to the swinging rhythm of the old song.