#let me know if i need to tag more content warnings i will gladly do so

[boorines]

the first time | kwon soonyoung (M)

warnings/tags: fem reader, established relationship, bf!soonyoung, so much love, he is soo sweet, fingering, belly bulging, he talks u through it, praise, use of pet names ‘baby’ ‘angel’ ‘love’, multiple times, profanity. smut. MDNI

in response to this ask by @horanghaezone

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you’re sitting on the end of the couch, your legs draped over soonyoung’s knees as he traces lazy circles on your calves. the tv drones in the background but the two of you don’t hear it, cocooned in a comfortable silence.

you’ve been dating soonyoung for just over a year now and you couldn’t be happier. from the gentle touches and soft glances he throws at you, followed by the warmest smiles, you know he feels the same. for the most part, you’ve been taking it slow. no matter how heated it had gotten, the two of you haven’t explored beyond passionate kisses and teasing hands.

tonight, though, the air is blanketed in a heavy something.

you try your best to ignore the desperate, achy feeling in the pit of your stomach as you adjust your place on the couch. pulling your legs off soonyoung’s lap, you opt to rest your head on his chest instead.

“all good, baby?”, he speaks softly as his hand comes up to rub your back. you nod, letting out a content sigh.

you shiver subconsciously when soonyoung’s hand drops to your waist, kneading your skin slowly. you look up at him in question and he shoots you a small smile. but there’s something in his eyes you just can’t place.

you brush it off and focus your eyes on the tv screen, trying your best to ignore the dull ache between your thighs. you don’t know it, but soonyoung can feel every shaky breath and shudder against his chest.

“hey, gorgeous?”, he prods. you tilt your face up to look at him, urging him to continue. “you doing okay? need anything, water, a blanket? different movie?”

“i’m okay, soonie”, you assure him with a soft smile. he nods and drops a feather-light kiss to your temple before turning his attention to the screen.

you curl into his arms with a leg flung over his knee, getting more worked up with every stroke of soonyoung’s fingers against your arm and every squeeze of your waist. you don’t even realise when you start rutting against his thigh, the movements first small and barely noticeable. he’s alerted, however, when he hears a soft whimper fall from your lips.

soonyoung’s eyes widen in surprise when he looks down and catches sight of the wet patch steadily growing on his sweatpants.

“baby”, he breathes out, voice strained. you look up at him, grinding against his thigh harder. your blown out pupils and shuddering breaths make him twitch in his sweats. “what are you doing?”

“soonie, i…”, you trail off, at a loss for words. you feel his hand snake around you and press against your pussy. the soft moan you let out makes his eyes roll back.

“keep going, pretty, it’s okay”, he whispers. you nod softly, getting needier by the second. “use my hand”.

“s-soonyoung, i need you”, you mumble desperately.

“i know, baby, i know”, he shushes.

“no, soonie, i need you. please”, your voice is trembling. and today just feels right.

soonyoung’s eyes widen and his breath hitches. he needs to make sure he heard you correctly.

“you want me, my love? completely?” he asks, careful, and you nod your head frantically.

“are you sure? i need to hear it, baby”. this is new territory for you and he’ll gladly wait another two years for you to be ready. but if you’re ready now, he has to be sure of it.

“yes, yes, soonyoung. please, take me”, you whine.

soonyoung swallows, heart beating out of his chest, and nods. he gently shifts you onto your back and locks his lips with yours, the kiss soft and slow.

“where do you want me?”, he whispers against your mouth. he’s going to make it as comfortable for you as possible, knowing this will be harder for you than it is for him.

“here, soonie”, you respond, pawing at the couch. he nods, in complete awe. he can’t believe you’re here, laying in front of him, and giving yourself to him.

“give me a second, baby”, he mumbles and you give him a small nod. he gets off the couch and jogs over to the bedroom, returning with a small foil-wrapped packet in his hand. he smiles softly, “i’ve had some on hand, you know, just in case we…”, he trails off. the shy smile you give him in return makes his heart swell.

soonyoung places his hands firmly on your hips, silently asking for permission to undress you. when you needily paw at his arm in response he chuckles and tugs your t-shirt up, lifting your back slightly to get it over your head. he hisses when he realises you aren’t wearing a bra, eyes drinking in every inch of your body. he’s seen you before, but the context of the situation takes his breath away and he runs his hands over your waist in awe.

he moves down to your shorts, gently sliding them down your legs. he discards them on the floor next to couch and turns back to look at you.

his breath catches in his throat. one of your hands is clutching the couch cushion behind you, the other resting on your stomach. you’re breathless, thighs parted ever-so-slightly, giving soonyoung a perfect view of your clothed pussy and the wet patch staining your panties. he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, and then one more, before moving down to your jaw. he suckles at the skin, trailing wet kisses down to your neck. he nips and licks at the skin as his hands slide up your stomach to fondle your breasts.

you moan softly as his large hands knead your tits, massing the skin carefully before flicking each nipple. you hiss and arch into his touch. the smile you feel against your neck makes you melt into a puddle on the couch. soonyoung trails kisses past your breasts, stopping to suck on your nipples quickly, and down your stomach. he stops right at the waistband of your panties, looking up at you to scan your face for any hesitance.

seeing none, he makes quick work of his own clothes, shucking his jeans off his legs and losing his shirt in a matter of seconds. he holds his breath as he pulls his boxer shorts down and off his legs. the breath he hears you suck in does nothing to help him maintain control. he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your panties and tugs. you kick them off your legs when he brings them below your knees.

he sits up on his knees and his eyes rove over your body, committing every inch to memory. “you’re beautiful”, he mutters. “fuck, you’re the most beautiful thing in the world”. you push your thighs closed, cheeks colouring pink at his words.

“no, no”, he says, gently pushing your legs apart. “you’re perfect, baby, just try to relax, okay?”

you nod. soonyoung throws you a deep, loving smile and turns to your wet cunt. he rubs a finger along your folds slowly, drawing out a small whimper from your throat. “just gonna stretch you out, angel. won’t be too long”, he whispers, dropping a soft kiss to your hip before carefully massaging your clit. he slides his digit lower, collecting your wetness on his finger and smearing it over the nub. he rubs slow circles onto your clit, coaxing soft whines from your throat, before gently easing a finger into your warm entrance.

you mewl loudly, earning a light chuckle from soonyoung. after pumping one finger into you, pulling shuddering breaths from your lungs, he slowly pushes in a second finger. “that’s it, so pretty, just a little more, baby”. he leans his head against your thigh as he works his fingers into you, scissoring them open gradually. he suckles bright marks into the skin of your thigh, revelling in your soft whimpers as he eases you open.

he feels you start to shake around him and quickens his pace. “good girl, so good, almost there”, he mumbles against your hip, pumping into you with fervour. “cum, baby, cum for me, yeah?”, he encourages and you do. the coil in your stomach snaps and you shudder, a loud mewl leaving your mouth. he continues to fuck his fingers into you as he listens to your breathy whines.

soonyoung looks up at you and smiles, propping himself up to give you a long, sweet kiss on your mouth. he takes his time, savouring the taste of your lips and the feel of your tongue against his. he deepens the kiss, the air around the two of you getting heavier. “you ready, my love?”, he whispers against your lips. the firm nod you give him makes him groan into your mouth.

he leans on his heels above you, eyes trained on yours. he reaches for the packet next to him, hastily ripping it open with his teeth. he maintains searing eye contact with you as he rolls the rubber onto his leaking dick. the pink colouring your cheeks and the shy look in your eyes is such a contrast from the way your thighs are spread in front of him and he throws his head back with a groan, pumping his cock once, twice before lining it up at your entrance.

the sinful moan that leaves your mouth when he pushes himself into you gently is enough to make him cum, he thinks. “that’s it, pretty, fuck”, he breathes out as he inches himself deeper into you at a snail’s pace. he spots your hand clawing at the couch in an effort to take all of him and his heart swells. he reaches for your hand and holds it tight, rubbing small circles onto your knuckles. “taking me so well, baby. just a little more, yeah? you can do it”.

you whine loudly as he gradually bottoms out inside you, stilling to let you adjust to his size. “all good, baby?”, he asks carefully, squeezing your hand when he sees your watery eyes.

“good, soonie”, you manage to push out, “just a s-stretch”. your face is flushed and your pupils are blown wide, the sight makes soonyoung twitch inside you. he nods and pulls your hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on your fingers and mumbling soothing words of encouragement and praise against your skin.

“shit, you’re so tight. look so good around me, baby”, he says breathlessly. he remains still, letting you get used to the intrusion completely. he looks down at your connected bodies and catches sight of his cock bulging in your stomach. he feels his mind short circuit and before you know it he’s tugging your hand down to rest on your lower tummy.

“i’m going to move now”, he speaks softly, waiting for your nod before starting to move inside you. you mewl, letting out little gasps and whines as he buries himself into you and pulls out gently. you feel his cock move against your hand and your eyes roll back. “feel that, baby? feel my cock inside your tummy? fuck, taking me so good, my love”.

with every careful thrust soonyoung has you seeing stars. “soonie, more, please”, you whine and you hear him chuckle above you, pushing his length back into your soaking cunt. “fuck, soonyoung, feels so g-good”.

every now and then soonyoung checks in on you with a gentle, ‘this okay, my love?’ as he fucks into you. the needy moans and the desperate bucking of your hips is all the answer he needs, but he’s extra careful anyway.

he continues sliding his cock in and out of you, his pace now quick and consistent. he mumbles sweet nothings to you, occasionally letting filth fall out of his mouth just so he can feel your sopping hole clench around him. when you start clawing at his forearm, legs shaking and high-pitched whines tumbling past your lips, he knows you’re close.

“such a good girl, so pretty for me”, he grunts, pushing into you relentlessly. “gonna cum, baby? yeah?”. the frantic nod you give him has him spearing into you deeper, hitting the gummy spot in your hot cunt just right.

“g-gonna cum, soonie”, you whine, and soonyoung’s hand instantly finds your clit, rubbing tight circles around the nub as your back arches off the couch.

“yes, that’s it, baby, cum for soonie”, he mutters, flicking your clit as you clench around his cock.

your eyes roll back and your vision flashes white, lewd moans tumbling out of your mouth as you release all over soonyoung’s cock. your legs are shaking and your pussy is fluttering around your boyfriend as he fucks you through your high.

“oh, my love, that’s it. such a good fucking girl for me”, he breathes, close to his own release. “soonie’s almost there, baby”.

the whiny noises you make from the overstimulation of his cock sliding against your walls pushes soonyoung to his high. his thrusts get sloppy, hips snapping into you as he groans sweet praises into your ear. he throws his head back as he empties himself into the condom, his hands gripping your hips tightly. he gradually stills inside you, dropping wet kisses to your mouth, your jaw, your neck and wherever else he can reach.

he pulls out of you so so slowly, hissing as he pulls the rubber off his dick and ties it closed. he effortlessly tosses it into the trash can behind the couch. he turns his attention to your blissed out face, eyes scanning your features for any sign of discomfort.

“how are you feeling, baby?”, he asks softly, hand moving up to stroke your cheek lovingly.

“amazing, soonie”, you whisper in response. “felt so good”.

“yeah?”, he smiles at you, eyes crinkling with fondness. “you feel okay? does it hurt? do you need anything?”

you shake your head with a soft smile, wincing slightly. “all good, just sore”, you pout. his eyebrows knit together as he kisses your mouth gently, pouring all his love and care onto your lips. his hands reach down to massage your thighs, hoping to soothe any soreness and you sigh in relief.

the couch is ruined with the remains of your treasured moment with soonyoung, your juices and the remnants of your first time staining the fabric. “shit”, you mutter in panic.

soonyoung laughs. “it’s okay, baby. it was worth it, hm?”, he finishes with a wink. you slap at his arm in exasperation.

“it’s ruined, soonyoung. we can’t sit on this”, you groan. “we can’t even get this cleaned…”, you trail off.

he stands up from the couch and reaches for the wet wipes on the coffee table. you can’t even remember how long they’ve been there. he gently begins to clean you up, wiping at any juices staining your thighs.

“we’ll get a new one, angel. we’ve had this one for so long i’m surprised you didn’t feel the springs poking into you. you were pressed right into it”, he quips with a raise of his eyebrow.

your cheeks bloom red and you swat at his arm again, “soonyoung”, you hiss.

he tosses the used wipe into the trash can and looks at you with a grin. “you can’t be shy after that”, he says. “and it’s true. you were, and it surely won’t be the last time”, he adds.

you blush a bright pink at his words as he leans down to kiss you. he gently props you up and continues peppering kisses to your lips and heated cheeks with a chuckle. “i’ll run a bath for us, hm?”, he says, massaging your thighs and lower stomach to dull the ache. he hopes you won’t feel it as much after a warm bath. you hum in acknowledgment.

as soonyoung pushes himself off the couch with another kiss to your forehead, you think you couldn’t be happier. you feel so safe, so secure with the fact that you placed your trust in his hands. your first time in his hands.

and you know he feels the same. soonyoung would place his life in yours.

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omg this one is long…. but ahh!! this was so much fun to write!! sweet hoshi talking u through it is my weakness..

thank u @horanghaezone for requesting this ask and i hope u enjoy it!!

as always, asks and requests are open and reblogs and comments are so so appreciated!!

[lilac--sugar]

The Epitome of Spring

Summary: It was more of a joke than anything when Astarion suggested a bathhouse. Even more so when Karlach tacked on a nice meal and a large round of beer at a nearby tavern. Yet, after a long and rough few days it was all the gang wanted. (Late act 3. Spoilers in general but specifically: Spoilers for Astarion's Quest, Gale's Quest, and Wyll's Quest.) Pairing: Unascended Astarion/Tav!Reader (gn!Tav) (Tav race with a shorter lifespan in mind) I also wrote it with my Tav, Kieran, in mind (pictured above). If there are any mentions that contradict this being gender-neutral please point it out and I will gladly adjust it! 💜 Rating: E (18+ Minors Do Not Interact!) Content Warnings: (In order of appearance) Cussing Throughout, Near Death Experience Trauma, Heavy Angst (that gets solved rather quickly), Smut (starts halfway through 2.4k mark), Blood (Astarion feeding from Tav) (not a warning but it does end in fluff). (If I missed any please let me know!) Word Count: 4.8k Author's Note: Not betaed. I did my best to comb it over. If you see any mistakes please feel free to point it out! But do so kindly, please.💜 Also, there is some dialogue used that came from the game (iykyk). (Also this was posted last night but I just woke up and checked and it wasn't on the feeds I tagged it in. If the post does exsist please let me know and I'll fix it!)

The last few days had been incredibly harrowing. You’d thought that once you’d entered Baldur’s Gate things would have settled down some. Of course, there were loose ends that needed to be tied but the stakes kept getting higher. Almost impossibly high. Just about literally knocking on Death’s door. You can still hear the loud clanking, hand grasped tight to the metal rung of the ladder, body numb from adrenaline. All wrapped up in the fear that this was it, that you’d be snuffed out of existence, topped with the bow of worry about one man and what might become of him should you not make it.

“Darling?” Astarion’s hand waves in front of your face and you blink back to reality, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, just,” you take in a deep breath, your lungs aching for air and you didn’t even realize, “zoned out.”

His brow knits together in concern, but you don’t bother to look up at him. Can’t stand it. Don’t want to think of that face he made, still just a few hours fresh in your memory.

It all seems rather silly now, being stood in the middle of Baldur’s Gate’s finest bathhouse all awash in melancholy. It was more of a joke than anything when Astarion suggested a bathhouse. Even more so when Karlach tacked on a nice meal and a large round of beer at a nearby tavern.

Yet here you were in a building the size of a palace. The House of Relaxation. Every last inch of it was gilded in luxury. Built with warm sandstone polished to perfection, flex of copper glittering throughout. Etched into the stone were runes of all kind. Upon closer inspection you’d realized they were invocations of relaxation and healing. There were pamphlets left on the counter explaining all of their services. From massages to solitary baths down to more extravagant options that included happier endings. Not one for too much pomp, you opt for something more humble, something that sounded a bit enchanting.

“Uh,” Astarion was there at your shoulder as you paid the attendant and gathered your bathing token, robe, and towel, “Which one did you go for?” he asks, trying to catch a glimpse of your token.

“Something basic,” you say, tucking it between the folds of the towel.

“I rather hoped we could do something together,” his voice is soft, cracking just slightly with something. Disappointment? Sadness? Your heart sinks but you don’t turn around, don’t know what to say really. Frozen in place, mouth suddenly dry.

You can see from the corner of your eye Gale eyeballing the two of you as he often does. With him and Astarion sharing a little corner at camp it made things too easy for him to eavesdrop, feigning like he was lost in thought.

“Oh, go on Fangs!” Karlach lands a rather impactful slap across Astarion’s back, “we all know you don’t do basic! Go ahead and get one of those fancy package deals!” She plops a pamphlet in his hands, “There ya go!” She points down to it, “The Goodberry trio! Facial, massage, and luxury honey bath! Sounds like your deal!”

“Uh, yes, I suppose it does,” he still sounds rather dejected, another pang to your heart.

“When we’re all done we’ll go to the tavern down the street, get something cheap and cheerful!” She ruffles at his hair, “You’ll see your sweet Tav there! And we can head to camp all refreshed and our bellies full!” She smiles wide at him, “Besides! Me and them got the same thing so I’ll keep an eye on them. No worries, Fangs!” As she says the last part she moves to you, tossing her arm over your shoulder.

“Right,” he turns to the counter with a deep sigh. You turn to dare a glance. He looks dejected just like you thought. You feel ill at the sight. Karlach hastily herds you away.

“Karlach,” you say in a hushed tone, “I don’t-“

“I know, doll,” She winks at you, pressing a finger to the side of her nose, “We all need our time alone. I don’t blame Astarion for wanting to be with you after what happened last night. But I also understand that you need your time to process it. I just wanted to help in some way,” she pulls away once the two of you enter the public showers, “If ya need someone, I’ll be in the,” She pulls her token out to read it, “Drunken beer bath falls!” She gives you a warm smile before disappearing into a section of the showers.

Public as the showers were, they were still individual stalls, marble walls and black silken curtains for privacy. You slide into one and turn the water on. The shower hisses to life, coming out shockingly cold. The noise, the feeling of the cold water against your skin- you gasp and press back against the cool marble wall.

A flash of The Iron Throne flitters behind your eyelids. You press a hand to your chest. You and your party had decided to split up. Wyll would get his father, Astarion would get Omeluum. You’d get some prisoners down another corridor and Karlach stayed in the main chamber to take down Sahuagin warriors as much as she could. In your stupidity you’d gone back to help a cell you’d mistakenly walked away from. Determined to help them it cost you so much time. You’d barely made it out. The hatch to the submersible was closing on you. Survivors shouting to go. Astarion, Wyll, and Karlach screaming to wait just a second longer.

That’s when you knocked on the hatch with all your might. Hand holding onto the rung with some strength you can’t even fathom now. Your body goes weak thinking about that moment.

Astarion was the one that pulled you up, looked as though he had been ready to dive back down in there after you. His wide eyes full of tears, the fear. The fear in those eyes.

You’d launched yourself up with your legs at the same time he pulled you. The two of you becoming a mess on the floor of the ship. Silence fell over everyone as Astarion held you against his chest, his hand cradling the back of your head. He’d shushed you, told you to let it out as you sobbed into him. You weren’t one to cry but that moment made you realize something about you and your relationship with him. An undeniable truth that couldn’t be ignored forever. Forever. The word hurts.

You seem to phase back into yourself. Pressed back against the wall, the water has gone scalding. How long had you let it run? How long had it been burning your feet? You’re quick to turn the temperature down, wincing as your feet burn. You press a hand to one of the healing runes and little to your surprise the burning goes away. Healed. Feet normal again.

With a sigh you carry on with your shower, using the milk and honey toiletries they’d provided.

You slip out of the showers, realizing they’d only given you one towel.

Knowing you were moments from getting wet again anyway, you slip on your silk robe. The smooth fabric clinging to your wet form. You shrug as you grab up your towel and head down to the ‘Nymph Forest’ room. There had been many themed rooms but that one sounded the most whimsical to you.

You turn the corner into the room, body instantly welcomed with the gentle caress of damped leaves. A small pathway into the room opens up into a clearing. Golden sunlight shines down from a lush canopy above, casts the room in shadows and sunbeams. You can’t help but notice dew drops on the leaves act like prisms, a dance of rainbows swirl around you as you walk through. The ground beneath your feet is a soft lush moss, smooth stepping stones placed here and there. Bakers fern brushes at your ankles, sprinkled through them are different wild flowers in an array of colors. Purple foxglove, lily of the valley, pink bleeding-hearts. There are magnolia trees framing the edge of the crystal clear water. The bed of the faux pond is smooth stone like the rest of the building but the copper dances and glitters as the water ripples above.

How this was one of the more basic options you really weren’t sure.

You place your towel to the side over a rather conveniently placed overgrown root, designed to look natural but definitely a bench. No one else is around. Perhaps not many people prefer an overgrown forest like yourself. With a satisfied sigh you dip a toe into the water. Perfect if not just the tiniest bit too warm.

You undo the tie of your robe, let it fall down your shoulders.

“Tav?” Astarion’s voice is soft, tapering off in a wavering sense of unsurety.

You nearly jump out of your skin, quick to pull your robe up, doing the tie once again. You glance over your shoulder but there’s no one to be found.

“I’m sorry. I feel like you wanted some time alone, and trust me I plan to give you that,” he says. You turn your eyes away, focusing on the way the sunlight glitters off the water, “I just want to make sure you’re alright. Ever since last night you’ve been distant. It was horrible, the whole situation, but I’m worried that you’re not so much,” there’s a pause, he’s swallowing a lump in his throat, “in need of alone time but more pushing m- us- away.”

The sound of water lapping at marble fills the air in the wake of conversation.

“I know I’m just being insecure and darling, please, take all the time that you need, but, know that I’m here and as long as you’ll have me, I’m not going anywhere.”

You turn back again, look around the corner and can see him pressed back against the wall of the hallway, facing away from you.

“Astarion,” you can’t help how tenderly his name falls from your lips. You’re scared you’re giving false hope as he blinks, surprised. He turns himself to look at you, you’ve never seen him look more like a lost puppy.

“How did you know which room I’d be in?”

“Well,” he twirls a hand through the air, “I might have taken a peek at the attendant’s ledger when he turned away,” he shrugs trying to hide his sheepishness, “But, uh- I don’t want to intrude, darling, I just wanted to let you know.”

“I know. And I want you here. Please.”

He doesn’t hesitate to cross over to you. Adorned in his own silken robe, towel clutched in his hands. You gently take it from him, toss it onto the bench next to yours.

“We’ve always been honest with each other,” you start, “well, at least since you confessed to me back in the Shadow Cursed Lands anyway,” you follow up, causing him to purse his lips. It was something he still felt the faintest amount of guilt over.

You reach out and take his hands in your own.

“I think,” you take a deep breath, look up at the canopy of leaves, trying to gather yourself, “we should end this,” you say, finally looking back at him, knowing you owe him at least that.

“Oh shit,“ heartbreak and shock spread across his face and your heart cracks in half. Your words, his face, you feel like you’re going to be violently ill, “I- Did I do something wrong? Why? What’s changed?”

“I’m just scared of hurting you. I’m scared that one day I’ll die and leave you alone. I saw the look on your face when you pulled me up on the submersible. I can’t stand the thought…” Your eyes start to water. You close them in an attempt to stop from crying but it’s all feeble as the tears fall down your cheeks. With a thick swallow you nod your head, “It’s easier now when you don’t love me too much, while you aren’t so attached.”

You hear him let out a small laugh, open your eyes to find him with a sad smile, “Too late for that, my love. This little adventure of ours has taught me that we can’t let our lives be ruled by fear or else we never really live. I’m not afraid. I’m not afraid of our future. When I said I wanted you, I knew what I was getting into. And when I said I didn’t want to lose that, I meant it. Now, if you have an issue with committing to an immortal,” pain spreads over his face, “I understand that and I won’t hold you back from what you truly want.”

“I have no issue in the slightest,” you say, stepping closer to him, wrapping your arms around him in a hug.

“Good, darling, besides, there’s plenty of things that can be done,” he rests his chin on your shoulder, melting into the embrace, “we can try to find me a cure and you can learn Timeless Body at some point. That’d put us on level playing fields. Or perhaps make you immortal somehow? If that’s something you want?”

“Anything,” you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, “anything. I don’t care. As long as I’m with you.”

The two of you rest in easy silence, just enjoying the closeness of the other. After a moment he hesitantly pulls back from you.

“Are you ok aside from that? I know how terrifying it is, standing on the brink, looking out and seeing nothing but the dark void of death,” He cups your face, kisses you softly over your eyes. His thumb swiping away the tears that rolled down your cheeks, “Are you going to be ok?”

“In time,” you say, pressing a kiss to his lips, “Doesn’t help my fear of krakens much,” you’re trying to lighten the mood.

“Well, there were hardly any there,” he grins at you.

“No, but it’s just another layer to it all. Didn’t care much for the sea because of it before and now, kraken, being swept into the sea and drowning,” you shrug, “I think I’ll just carry a general fear of it from now on.”

“Fair enough, reminder, no dates out on a boat. Though, yachts are so nice,” he sees you shake your head, smile on your face, “oh well, Siilen's faen*. There’s plenty of other things I can treat you to. Right now, though, my sweet, I’ll leave you to it. I don’t want to impose.”

“Impose, please.”

“Are you sure?”

“Deadly.”

“Well, then,” his grin grows.

“Astarion,” you pull away from him. He tilts his head, watching your form as you walk backwards from him, “If I’m going to try living again. I’d like to do so with everything life has to offer.”

“Are you sure? Are you in the right headspace?” he asks, following you like a moth to flame.

“Oh yes. If a night of passion is on offer, I could be persuaded,” you say, being coy with his own words. You lean back against the tree, tilting your head to expose your neck.

“Darling,” he comes to you, presses his index finger under your jaw, his thumb swiping over your bottom lip, “let me see what I can do,” his fingertip traces down the expanse of your neck, circling down and over your collar bone, pushing your robe open just a bit.

You sigh softly, watching him through heavily lidded eyes. His fingers slide under the lapel of your robe, cool knuckles brushing over your chest, over sensitive skin that prickles under his touch.

He leans over you, his other arm resting next to your head against the tree. With his nose he nudges your cheek, causing you to tilt your head the other way.

You lean into him, go to kiss him but he pulls back slightly with a ‘tut’, shaking his head. With a soft, nearly frustrated, sigh you press your head back against the tree again.

Pleased, he leans back in, running his tongue over your bottom lip, then the top. Your lips part in anticipation for his but he remains a hairsbreadth away. His knuckles brush lower, leaving your chest and going lower, and lower. Your stomach flutters and a choked noise escapes you. He breathes it in, cool air flowing over your wet lips.

“Astarion,“ you say his name as a whispered prayer, sacred worship.

“Tav? Oh! I’-” your own name but not from Astarion’s lips. You don’t care, as you open your eyes, you only look to Astarion. You keep eye contact with him. His hand drops from you, eyebrows twitching in annoyance.

“Gale,” He pulls back just enough to press a kiss to the tip of your nose, “hold on, darling,” he whispers to you. His eyes fall on Gale, aiming a glare at him so finely honed from years of brooding it could level a small village, “My friend, my pal, my,” he grimaces just slightly, “buddy,” for what it was worth, Astarion, and you for that matter, did rather like Gale. It was just his persistency in the face of the two of you being an item that really got Astarion’s metaphorical blood, boiling.

“As you can see, sweet Tav here is rather occupied at the moment. With me. Their partner. Darling?” He turns to you and it takes you a second to pull your eyes from him, transfixed by him still.

“I’m sorry Gale,” you say, finally managing to look over at him, “I’ve tried to tell you so many times.”

“No, it’s me. I just, sorry, I just wanted someone to talk to. I’m seeing Mystra tomorrow-“ he sighs deeply, “I had hoped.”

“I’m sorry,” you repeat. Gale only waves you off, shaking his head, “Karlach is in the,” you pause trying to remember, “Drunken falls? She’s a great ear.”

“Right, I’ll go do that. Thank you,” awkwardly he slips out of the room.

You look back to Astarion who has a mix of adoration and contemplation on his face.

“What?” you ask softly.

“You’ve got a tender heart,” he says finally.

“Do not,” you protest, scoffing out a laugh.

“You do. I can feel it when we kiss,” his fingers move, come up to press under your jaw, right at your pulse, “I can feel it fluttering under my hand. Delicate like a little bird. You’re so sweet to everyone, even when they deserve to be told off.”

“He’s lonely, confused, hurt.”

“He’s bullheaded and taking advantage. He saw how you went off without me earlier,” he shakes his head, “an opportunist. I don’t blame him for trying but I do wish he’d stop. We’re together and everyone has recognized that but him.”

“I don’t want to think about Gale right now,” you say, taking hold of his arm, moving his hand up to cup your cheek, “kiss me, for Gods sakes, kiss me.”

He does. Softly at first, but you reach out, curl your fingers into his robe, pull him closer to you. Pleasure. One of the greatest highlights of life. Pleasure with the one you love, even more so. Hands move with expert precision, robes pushed off forms, bodies exposed.

The contrast of his cool body against your warm one causes you to hiss. He reaches under you, scoops you up under your ass and wraps your legs around him. You push back against the tree and cause the two of you to fall back into the open bath.

He gasps. You laugh. As if on cue the magnolia trees that line the bath release themselves of their flowers. Hundreds of pink and white petals falling all around you.

“You wild thing,” he says, coming up for air, “give a man a warning next time,” he scolds, and you grin across the water at him.

“Come here,” you say, taking perch on the smooth steps of the bath. Your body open for him, legs parted, arms resting back against the edge, “let me kiss you better.”

“Brat,” he mumbles. However, he can’t stay mad, not when there are petals adorning your hair and shoulders. His sweet, tender Tav. You look like the epitome of Spring. He knows you are with how you‘ve blossomed life back into the Winter of his own. He thinks Spring used to be his favorite, in a life long ago, knows it will be again.

“Takes one to know one,” you tease as he crosses over to you. He brushes petals off your shoulder and kisses you once more, tongue swiping across your bottom lip, asking permission. You tilt your head and grant it.

You press up against him, hips grinding. He moves a hand down, working it against you, his thumb swirling softly. You moan against his lips.

“Taste me,” you breathe out. Astarion nudges your head with his own, causes you to expose your neck for him once more. He presses his lips to the delicate expanse, “please,” you just about beg and he licks up the side of it, the cool air of his breath causes you to shiver under him. His thumb applies more pressure, wrist twisting just right, and shivers turn to writhing, “fuck!”

“That’s it, darling, I do love your little trembles of pleasure,” he coaxes. His other hand comes down, the pads of his finger pressing against your entrance.

“Fuck, yes, please,” you manage to say through a moan and he slips a finger in, eases in and out, rocking ever so slightly, down right teasing. You push back against his hand, your fingers going into his hair, you curl them, gently tug.

“No foreplay tonight?” he teases and you honestly adore it any other time but right now you need him. You need to feel this connection, to feel alive with him.

Gently, he eases his other finger in, rocks them in and out of you. His lips are at your neck and you tug again.

“Ask nicely, nibblet,” he murmurs, gliding his lips across the delicate skin there, dotting it with the slightest graze of his teeth.

“Please,” you whimper and he obliges, fangs sinking deep into your neck. Ice cold and yet the edge of pain mixed into your pleasure is delicious. You let out a cry, his name is a song from your lips. He curls his fingers up and hits that spot deep inside of you. His hands now working in unison. He goes to pull away from your neck, not wanting to be too greedy, “No, don’t stop. Oh Gods, fuck me, please,” you beg but he knows his limits with this. Just when he’s about to stop, the water around you charges up in a golden glow, and a rush runs through you. You’ve been restored and fresh blood comes pooling out of you, running down your neck, your chest, twisting through the water and white petals like smoke.

“Oh fuck,” he gasps and you press down against his hand again. He removes his fingers, realizing just how ok you are going to be. Limits be damned here. His free hand goes to your hip, his cock pushing lightly at your entrance. You meet him half way, surprising him a bit. He groans against your neck as he sinks deep inside you. Hotter than the bath and ten times more pleasurable. You are his favorite thing to sink into.

With free reign he drinks more deeply than he’s ever done before. The two of you rock your hips in unison, him hitting that spot inside you so perfectly. His other hand working you, never ceasing, thumb switching up in pressure here and there but still swirling perfectly over you.

You are brought to the precipice of darkness, warm numbness spreading over you before the water glows and restores you again. It’s on the third time that you feel the insurmountable heat pool up in the pit of your stomach. You’ve become a mess under him. Moaning and crying out his name. Damn the Gods his was the only name you need remember. The only name you needed to pray to. Your body trembles, the waves of hot pleasure building higher and higher until they crash down over you. You finish under him. You feel him pull back to look at you. You open your eyes, knowing he wants to see you, all of you, see your soul as you reach your release. He wants to see you blossom under him, finds you absolutely gorgeous as you do. It takes a minute later, before he tenses up over you, finding his own release in you. His head falls, forehead pressing to yours. Your breath mingles and you kiss softly, coming down off both your highs.

“Astarion,” your voice is almost weak as if all of this has made you lose it. He pulls back from you, softly licks your neck and down your chest. He doesn’t want to waste a drop of your precious life that you’ve given to fill his. He’s fuller than he’s ever been, the happiest too, he’s sure. It takes the two of you another moment before he slips away from you completely, the two of you wanting to keep that connection for as long as you could. Not willing to leave the other’s touch he turns around in your arms. His back to your front. You wrap your legs around his waist.

The water shimmers silver now and all traces of blood and whatever else have been cleaned from the water. The petals and flowers remain, drifting in the gentle current of the water around you.

“Do you think it’ll be a shock to you?” you ask after a moment.

“What?” he asks in turn, resting his head back over your shoulder.

“When you see your face again. You know, if we find a cure,” You rest your own head against his shoulder. The two of you becoming an amorphous blob, “And I know we’ve gotten you a statue from Stoney and Oskar painted you. But I suspect it’s not the same.”

“Ah,” he watches the sunbeams shimmer through the canopy of leaves above, “No, not quite. They’re great, don’t get me wrong. But they still feel a little separated. Not quite… me.”

“I’ve been thinking,” you say.

He hums in response.

“The courthouse.”

“What about it?”

“Well, they must have paintings of previous magistrates hanging up, no?”

“I-“ He turns his head, attempts to look at you, “I suppose.”

“You think maybe they have one of you? Would that feel less surreal or maybe more so?”

“I don’t know,” he looks off in thought now, certain that what you suggested might just be right.

“You could be in the library’s archives, too.”

“Gods, you really are something, aren’t you?” he sounds astounded and you duck your head into his shoulder, feel your cheeks burn at his praise.

“I wonder what color your eyes were,” you try to change the subject, can’t stand being complimented for long, even from him like you so adore.

“Perhaps a vibrant green. Something distinguished,” he turns his head, kissing the top of yours from your hiding spot.

“Nah, Astarion,” you lift your head, kissing the corner of his lips, “your parents probably named you for how you looked but also what they’d hoped you’d be. Hair like starlight, eyes strikingly blue, perhaps with flex of gold. All together they thought you’d be a beacon to bring hope and guide those who are lost.”

He huffs out a laugh, “A beacon of hope? Guiding those who are lost?”

He’s laughing in your arms, finding it absurd. Still, the thought causes trembles of happiness to spill out from him and you smile, pressing it against the crook of his neck.

“You could be. Maybe we’ll help the spawn once this is all over? You could be just that for them.”

He’s still giggling, wiping at his eyes as tears had started to fill in them, all happy you’re assured, “We could do that. Those pour souls need a leader. All of them are so tragic without one.”

“I take it back.”

“What? That I’m a beautiful beacon of hope?”

“I didn’t say beautiful.”

“Oh, it was heavily implied. We both know you meant to say it anyway.”

“Ok, yes, you’re beautiful. Gorgeous. No, the most divine thing to walk this planet.”

“Good, glad we agree,” He nestles back into you, content smile across his lips, “but really, what do you take back?”

“I think your eyes were brown. Deep and warm like rich dark honey in sunlight,” you press kisses over his shoulder and up his neck, just behind his ear.

“Mmm, that does sound alluring, tell me more.”

You press your lips to the shell of his ear, whisper, “How about, I love you? Is that good for more?”

“That’ll do,” he smiles.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he turns in your arms, kisses you softly once again. The two of you lost to one another. The rest of the gang long gone to the tavern before the two of you emerge.

You spend the night delighting in one another. Making the other laugh, giving a gentle touch, and kissing. So many kisses. You forget your fears of the future. For you know, without a doubt, he will be there and there will be love.

(* Elvish Translation: C'est la vie or That's life. I used a Common to Elvish translator so I'm not even sure it's accurate 😂 Hopefully it is though!) Last little note here! Gale is portrayed the way he is here because, personally, in my playthroughs he's been VERY persistent. I know he's just bugged and he's a darling really, but I just found it funny how often he tries to shoot his shot with my Tav.

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Would it be okay to request a Carmy x reader where reader isn't a smoker but consumes lollipop instead? While on a break Carmy storms out stressed, unable to find cigarettes, reader notices his anxiety and causally takes lollipop out of their mouth and put into Carmys. "I know this can't replace nicotine but maybe this time you need something sweet". Carmy is suprised and reader just goes inside to work only to figure out later what they did and frantically running out back to apologize to Carmy. 👉👈

absolutely my dear!! I switched it up a teeny tiny bit, hope that's okay! thank you so much for the lovely idea! ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ

word count: 0.8K

warnings: swearing, slight suggestive talk, not proofread lol

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It had been over a year since you'd quit smoking, a habit you'd originally picked up because of the stress from your job and education combined. And you'd gladly taken the breaks that came along with it.

It had started as a New Year's resolution, quitting smoking, but you took it very seriously. But going cold turkey was hard, really hard, so you'd turned to something else to fill the void.

Lollipops.

Relatively harmless, delicious and allowed inside too.

And your boss, Carmen, had been so kind to let you take your "lollipop breaks" outside too, when the others were smoking. It gained you a few confused looks from your colleagues at first, but they got used to it pretty soon.

A week ago, you and Carmen were closing up, and you'd jokingly offered him a lollipop from your stash instead of a cigarette.

"Hahah, very funny. Those are gotta be laced with somethin' with how much you love them." He reached for his pack of cigarettes.

"Just the recipe for cavities." You started looking through your bag. "Come on, what's your favorite flavor, I got a ton of 'em."

He sighed, putting the small cardboard box back in his pocket. "Give me the apple one."

"Good choice," you handed him the plastic wrapped candy, and he quickly tugged off the wrapper and put it in his mouth.

"Mm," he hummed, hands clasped as his arms rested over his knees. Sitting on the curb was always more comfortable after doing a closing shift. "Haven't had one of these in ages."

He watched you from the corner of his eye. Plump lips wrapped around hard candy, the hard part of it creating a slightly bulge in your cheek, and when you'd take it out, your lips would always make that satisfying pop. Shit, he'd almost started getting some unholy thoughts about it.

The two of you sat in silence for a bit, still coming down from a long day of work.

"You know, smoking is really bad for you." You looked up at the night sky, trying to figure out if you were seeing a shooting star or a plane.

"No shit," he huffed, "so is sugar, dumbass."

You chuckled. "Touché chef, touché."

Tonight had been a night just like the one the week before.

You were already sat out on the curb, lollipop in your mouth, humming a tune to yourself, when Carmen went outside to join you. The weather was nice, and it was welcome after you'd just had the most hellish shift in a long time.

He reached for his cigarettes in his back pocket, brows furrowing when the packet felt surprisingly light. He opened it, groaning upon discovering it was empty. "Christ... I gotta let Richie stop bumming cigarettes from me." He was clearly irritated, foot tapping on the concrete as he looked off to the distance.

"Lollipop?" You asked, already reaching into your bag.

"Please," he sighed out, legs straightening out to stretch them a bit.

You started rummaging around, and just like him before, was met with the clear absence of your favorite snack. Either there was a candy thief around, or you seriously needed to start cutting back on how many of those you had per day.

"Fuck, I'm out, uhm..." You noticed how agitated he seemed, and you weren't about to have him go home in a shit mood after he'd worked so hard. So you figured you might as well try and ask.

"Do you want mine?"

He turned his head slightly, eyebrows raising at what you'd just said. He trusted you, he wasn't a believer of cooties, but taking a lollipop straight from someone else's mouth was a bit more extreme than having a sip from the same cup. But it was you, he knew you, he liked you, so... Fuck it, why not?

"Yeah... Sure." He watched your lips closely as the hard candy dragged across them, spit painting them so beautifully. He almost didn't notice your hand reaching it out to him, and he took it carefully. He looked straight into your eyes when popping it in his mouth, and you felt like there was something strangely erotic about it all.

"Well," you put your hands on your knees and got up, "I gotta go, I have somewhere to be early tomorrow, so..." You smiled, a little awkwardly. "You owe me a lollipop though."

He smiled, and you did too. "For sure. Now go home, I can tell you're tired chef."

"Heard." You grinned, waving a quick goodbye before walking off to the nearest metro station.

Man, he'd really start enjoying lollipops more if they were all covered in the taste of you.

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I was navigating through your pretty blog and noticed the prompts event and decided to spread my dom!lino brainrot... please do 19 and 27 with a fem!brattty!reader and brat tamer!minho <33

19. “i’ll bend you over and spank you till you’re begging me to fuck you.”

27. “i won’t repeat myself. and you don’t want to piss me off because i will fuck it out on you.”

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pairing- fem!bratty!reader x brat tamer!minho

genre- smut

warnings- explicit sexual content, spanking, degradation, angry sex (oh yeah, angry minho is it), swearing, arguing, man-handling, impact play, dom/sub dynamics, use of petnames.

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it was just another weekend that you were happily spending with minho at his dorm. but knowing you, you had been doing your best to rile him up the entire day. teasing him with flashes of your skin, whispering filthy things in his ear and rubbing off, winking at him, biting your lips when he was looking. he was taking it all, tolerating it all for when you both would be alone. the patient smirk never left his face yet you knew you were getting under his skin with the way his neck vein was popping.

the final straw was when you sat on his lap during the movie, playing around with the guys. you moved your ass on purpose, just teasing enough to have him get a boner. “oh lixie, let’s bake some cookies” you’d said and gotten off his lap but he’d grabbed you. “you’re gonna fix this you brat” he’d all but venomously spat in your ear, glaring at you with the most saccharine sweet smile on his face. “here’s what we’ll do, we’ll go home and then i’ll bend you over and spank you till you’re begging for me to fuck you” he whispered in your ear, biting the lobe gently and making your shiver.

“oh no-“ han would remark as he sees minho get up, his hold tight on your waist as he grabs his keys and waits for you to take your bag. “we’re off now guys, see you on monday” he waved at them swiftly, making way to the parking to drive you both back to your place.

and that is how you find yourself bent over his lap, face buried into the bed as he caresses your ass, all exposed for him. “baby was trying to be a brat wasnt she?” he whispered, letting the cool metal of his rings rub over your skin.

“mhm no-.” you whimpered back, resulting in a loud smack as his hand made contact with your skin roughly.

“what’s that baby? lying to me?” he scoffed, letting another smack hit your ass that had you jolting in his hold. “admit it, you’re a fucking brat that needs to be put in her place” he spat, adding two more smacks to each cheek.

the burning of your skin was delicious, combined with the cool metal of his rings. the feeling was almost euphoric, having riled him up always felt so good. “but ‘m not a brat” you whined, feeling eyes tears up at the pain starting to affect you.

“aww poor baby, your legs are already shaking, and all i’ve done is spank you. are you that needy? that you have yo rile me up just so i’ll put you in your fucking place?” he pushed your thighs apart, slapping your clothed cunt this time, making your moan in a way that had his cock twitch almost painfully in his pants. “this is what you wanted right? you pathetic brat.” he remarked and played with your wetness as little before slapping your ass once more.

“please minho…i need more, wan’ more” you pleaded, moving your hips in need of something more. you were already dripping and wanted him to just stop the teasing and fuck you.

“admit that you are a brat and i’ll gladly fuck it out of you” he hissed in your ear, biting the lobe and making you arch your back as he ran his ring clad fingers over your clothed clit. “i’m not going to repeat myself, and you don’t want to piss me off because i will fuck it out on you” he warned, his voice low.

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Dating Inumaki Toge (Black!GN!Reader) would include…

Warnings: Literally nothing but tooth rooting fluff lmao

a/n: Greetings to anyone who stumbles along this fic and decides to read it! This is my first time writing for the JJK universe and I hope that y’all enjoy! Side note: These headcanons are long cause I got carried away writing for my favorite JJK character and one of my favorite anime characters of all time. So please excuse the ramblings and infodumping style headcanons lmao. Expect more from me that has to do with JJK especially when it comes to Inumaki content. Also smol heads up, I low-key wrote this with a darker skinned!reader and 4type hair!reader in mind unapologetically so oop!! Anyways please have a fun time reading this and remember to reblog it if you ended up enjoying it! :))

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Where to start with Inumaki, how about imagining the softest & most wholesome relationship that you possibly can that transcends words and in fact doesn’t need them in order for your relationship with him to function or feel complete/valid

Your relationship together functions a lot on both the little things in life but also the little gestures in life that convey things that most words (or signs) cannot

Not that signing or speaking is any less valuable, Inumaki is more than willing to teach you some Japanese Sign Language

Though you’ve got the food language down pat

No really Inumaki will reply with rice ball ingredients and you’ll dissect what he’s saying better than a world renowned English professor

This fascinates literally everyone that y’all come across, hell even for as long as Maki and Panda have known and come to understand and decipher what Inumaki says, they’re still in awe at how you read and communicate with him

You swear that it’s all in the eyes and it really is

Toge doesn't really hold back emotions or suppress his thoughts about something around anyone in general so that helped with understanding him immensely

You’ve come to be able read every little crease and fold that Inumaki’s face will make within various moods like tea leaves

At times you even know his mood better than he does and vice versa

For as much as you’ve learned about him, he’s made sure that he’s done his due diligence and done the same for you

For some people that would frighten them because it means no longer being able to really hide certain parts of yourself or certain emotions during tough times

However the two of you welcome this intimacy and vulnerability, though it of course took sometime and learning

Especially when it came to recognizing and accepting that physical touch would be a main form of communicating between the both of you

Goodnight kisses are often animal kisses, which holds a lot of meaning for Toge since he has to let his high collar down in order for you two to touch and rub noses together

It was an incredibly nervous and anxious moment for him when you suggested animal kisses as a form of affection for the first time

To make him feel better you asked him to close his eyes and by the end it left him wanting more

Which he gladly stole from you cause he’s That Guy™

Whenever you want some attention from Toge, you like to hold your hands out, palms facing upwards, and then allow him to come to you and proceed to settle his palms on top of yours

This gesture along with the touching of foreheads is such a frequent occurrence from you both

Expect Toge to always initiate forehead touches with you whenever you and him have to split up for a mission

These touches linger much longer than normal, and even have an added nuzzle in them

At times he'll close his eyes as if to relish and store the moment inside his stash of memories of you but also secretly wish you good luck internally

If you hold this boy's head with both of your hands while doing so he will melt on a nuclear scale :"

Honestly discussing which forms of intimacy to try out or implement usually happen over text, especially at later hours within the day

You love to huddle underneath the covers and just text away to Inumaki about anything and everything with only the screen of your phone to light up your room

He’s a pretty insight and thoughtful guy, regardless of how he personally chooses to express that

That thoughtfulness really shines when one day he requests to start helping you do your hair

If you have longer natural hair, he’ll watch tentatively and take notice of how much maintenance it requires

This also goes for any protective styles that you put your hair in that require work or any weaves that you use and maintain

Hell even if you have short ass hair, he will take note of how you care for it and yearn to aid you in doing so

Also does not mind if you just walk out the door with you hair in its natural shrunken state

So yeah from weaves to waves, this man will absolutely learn all that he can in order to make your hair care time run smoother

Feel like he’s the type to really be able to express how he doesn’t have the words to describe how much he’s in awe when your melanin shines in natural sunlight

Whenever you two are in public, he will unapologetically stare at your hands especially when he holds him

He does this thing were he’ll lift up your hand and try to get the sunlight to hit it at just the right angles

Gets routinely lost in thought whenever you’re around him and in broad daylight because he is yet again admiring your skin tone

Will try to collect and buy accessory items that he thinks best compliments it

Speaking of accessory items, he does enjoy crafting you little trinkets and baubles for you to either wear or just keep around you

If you make him something he’ll honestly short circuit, like no really Toge has left the chat that is life!

Will keep that item on him at all times, whether it be visible or not, he just prioritizes how it makes him feel to wear it and know who made it and gave it to him

Loves to look at and caress it before he goes to bed and after he wakes up in the morning

He'll want more stuff for decoration and what not for his room so that he'll have items that you have made and remind him of you in his personal space

Also I forgot to mention, you and Inumaki also speak through hugging

No really like whenever you two hug in public or just in front of other people, when you and him pull apart, you’ll reply to whatever his hug was meant to convey

Like you and Toge are having a full blown conversation with hugs and no spoken or signed word and it will make jaws drop

Certain squeezes in certain areas for a certain time all have their own little individual messages within the nuances of the actions

Sometimes it’s obvious to everyone what Toge means to tell you or vice versa cause there’s a chance that he might not ever see you again and is making sure that if this is the last time that he’ll ever hug you, you best know loud and clear what he’s trying to get across to you in that moment

But there’s also touches for less intense moments that are just meant to be cute and endearing and not really read deeply into as well

Like whenever you boop Toge’s nose or poke his side playfully, it’s pretty much a form of playful banter between you two but without spoken word

I feel like I’ve been talking about mainly touch or non verbal communication a lot so onto some headcanons that don’t revolve around that lmao

I feel like Toge and his partner would be two incredibly mischievous people or at least Toge would convince his partner into partaking in some shenanigans every once in a while

Like they’re two little shits in a pod but nobody ever sees them coming, guesses that it was them, or believes others when people call them out sksks

Being a little shit with Toge includes pulling light pranks, annoying people with your excellent sense of understanding between one another, and photobombing anyone and everyone

Like no y’all will do this thing that’s almost like a skit where you and him just talk back and forth in rice ball ingredients and you’ll catch and understand literally everything that he’s saying but others can NOT understand the both of you and it drives them MAD

You've undoubtedly pissed off both Maki and Megumi the most with your antics while giving Itadori brain rot whiplash cause that boy isn't smart enough to understand you two and takes the conversations way too seriously

Also for the photobombing people, you have formations and plans for those moments and it’s almost like you two choreographed photobomb poses n stuff

[Cue the Formation B line that Gojo says but its you saying it and rushing alongside Toge to jump into camera view of someone’s family vacation photo

Some people don’t mind or care, others join in on the fun, while some have some color words to exchange with you and Toge lmao

Also feel like Inumaki is a pretty good gamer so despite your personal skill level, he will always be down to chill and play something that the two of you can really get into together

Oh and if you know how to play a musical instrument, Toge will jump to organize a little jam session with you before you can even blink

Expect there to also be movie nights and show binge watching with Toge as well, like you have not LIVED till you have seen this man scream OKAKA !!! at the TV cause a show ended on a cliffhanger after being cancelled

Eventually you join in on yelling rice ball ingredients at TV screens while also throwing popcorn cause screw shows ending on cliffhangers permanently

You and him absolutely share playlists and watchlists of any kind together

Whatever you listen to will get absorbed into whatever Toge listens to, and he’ll play your favs whenever he’s thinking about you or about to walk out the door to start his daily training

If he catches you listening to what he likes to listen to personally or songs he’s recommended you based on your own personal taste, expect him to bring that up and how happy it makes him during your daily midnight texting convos with each other

Music is a bit of a key part within your relationship with him cause it expresses another form of intimacy between you and him that can sometimes incorporate words or not

It symbolizes and mirrors a ton of similarities within your relationship while being a way to communicate non verbally with one another while embracing so many complex emotions, all at the same time

This is the main reason why he steals you away to slow dance to something playfully or just bask in some tunes that either you or him found and shared with each other

For him he never wants the music to stop, he wants what the two of you have to persist and stay closely intertwined with one another

No matter what tune or melody is currently playing in your life, as long as he has you for a dancing partner, he’ll face the dance floor with you on it by his side 

[finniestoncrane]

Hello, congratulations on the milestone! I only discovered your blog recently but I’m already so in love with your writing, you deserve every bit of appreciation and love thrown your way <3

I would like to Sit-In and order some Water in the meantime. I’ll gladly have some Pumpkin Ravioli (Arkham Knight plz plz!) with a side of Sliders, some Chicken Wings and a bowl of Steamed Rice and Seared Broccoli. (For a Female Reader with a strong personality?)

Thank you for organizing this event, the whole idea is super creative!

arkham!scarecrow x female!reader, word count: 400 content (warnings): angst, some comfort, but then right back to angst the kitchen is now closed! 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie1500 (to follow or to block) a/n: ah thank you! that means so much to me omg ;-;💚

Jonathan was indignant, insulted entirely by the idea that you were attempting to convince him to turn himself in. Your assertion that things were going too far, that he was only going to hurt himself, was enough for him to realise that you were yet another person he couldn't trust. And yes, he was angry with you, but he was moreover angry with himself for being so foolish.

In reality, you were only trying to help. You could see how deep he was getting, how close to the edge of true insanity he teetered. All you wanted was for him to take a breath, stop for a moment and consider the implications of the cloudburst, the effects of his toxin if it took over an entire city.

"Jonathan, you're sick. Very sick. And being in denial about it is just a coping method. You of all people should know that."

"Please do not spew basic, and unwarranted, psychology at me. It's insulting."

"I'm just trying to help."

"No, you are making a last ditch attempt to save yourself. When the cloudburst has been detonated, you will suffer on the street like the rest, crawling on your knees to escape my greatness."

You took hold of his hand, clutching it tight as you looked into his eyes, forcing him to see you, to see himself reflected in your dark pupils. There was a moment, where the comfort of the physical touch threatened to heal him, to comfort him in this, his time of need. But he refused to let you through, even as you begged.

"Please, Jonathan. You'd really let everyone suffer like that? You would let me suffer like that?"

Every moment between you crossed through your mind, his brief glances, soft touches, a lingering hand that spoke more than his words ever could. Every time he had let you hold him, as he sat quietly, expressing nothing, but so much at the same time.

And in a final act of revenge, against life, against humanity, Jonathan pulled his hand away from your offer of comfort and walked away, speaking his last words to you loud enough that you could hear them from the distance he was making.

"I hate them. I hate you. Suffering is the cure."

[sunshinebingo]

The Princess and the Knight

Chapter 10

A/N: And I'm back. This fic is almost over. Again I'm tagging @headcanonheadcase and @shadowsxgwynriel as a thank you for supporting this. And because I love them ♥

Synopsis: The Princess confronts the Count about his actions.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning: A little mention of blood (No one has fixed the Count’s nose yet 🤷)

Read the previous chapter here

Read on Ao3 here

‘’Your Majes-‘’

‘’Silence,’’ the queen exclaimed from where she stood to the right of her throne. Her voice carried strength and power. Orla was known to be a kind and compassionate queen. But as the ruler of the kingdom, she would stop at nothing to protect her people. Especially when it was her own daughter. However, in this case, the queen had gladly handed her throne to the one who needed its authority more than her.

"It is not me who you should beg to," Orla said.

Seated on the queen’s throne like it was made for her, the princess watched the man who had threatened her life and that of her lover. He was even more pathetic when he was not speaking of his high birth status and his exploits. All the fear Gwyn had previously felt for Azriel had been replaced with disgust and loathing for the Count as soon as she had seen the man outside. She found the sight of him surrounded by knights and with his hands shackled behind his back to be very satisfying. Even more so with the blood coming out of his broken nose and running down his chin.

‘’Do you know why you are here, my lord?’’ Gwyneth asked as if she was merely wondering about the weather.

Count Devlon took a step towards the dais but was immediately yanked back by the chains attached to his shackles by the knight behind him. The knight was none other than the one who had given him a new nose. Azriel tried his best to remain calm. He focused all his attention on the woman sitting on the throne with her legs crossed and her expression carrying more anger than he had ever seen in her. If it was up to him, the dogs would have been feeding on Devlon’s remains by now. But Gwyn had insisted that the fate of the Count would be hers and hers alone. Azriel would be lying if he said that this vicious side of hers was not extremely attractive.

‘’I am giving you a chance to explain yourself. So speak.’’ Gwyn’s voice was calm despite the storm brewing behind her bright teal eyes. Everyone in the room then could see the resemblance between the queen and her daughter. Gwyn was a lot like her father in many ways. But her patience and protectiveness was a trait she had undoubtedly received from Orla.

‘’I –‘’ Devlon mumbled. Then he cleared his throat. ‘’There is a scheme against me, Your Highness.’’ Azriel rolled his eyes in exasperation behind the Count who still tried to look as dignified as possible despite his situation.

‘’Is there now?’’ the princess asked, cocking her head to the side and raising her brows at the Count. Gwyn snapped her fingers without looking away from him. A guard who was standing at the bottom of the dais walked the few steps to the throne and placed a small stack of papers in the princess’ hand.

‘’Do you know what these are?’’

The Count stared at the content in her hands. ‘’No, Your Highness,’’ he said after a brief silence.

‘’No?’’ she asked. ‘’Then allow me to refresh your mind.’’ Gwyn opened one of the letters, cleared her throat a bit more dramatically than was necessary, and proceeded to read its content.

‘'I want Sir Azriel dead,’’ she cut straight to the important part. ‘’I do not care how you do it. Kill him and bring me the proof that the brute is dead. If you somehow mention my involvement, you will die along with the knight,’’ Gwyn looked to Count for a moment before reading the rest.

‘’As for the bratty princess, take her and keep her safe until I come. She is mine. I will deal with her.’’ Azriel swallowed a groan and held tightly to the end of the chain he had in hand to stop himself from lunging at the count and finish what he had started.

‘’This letter, and all the 25 others, was addressed to a number of criminals and exiled person across the kingdom. All 26 of them were written in your handwriting.’’ The count opened his mouth to speak but the princess cut him off. ‘’All 26 of them were found among your belongings, in your private office, in your manor.’’

The count tried to interrupt Gwyn again but she kept going, her voice louder than before. ‘’All 26 of them contain the official seal of your house Count Devlon. How dare you lie to the crown when we have proof? Your own nephew has even confessed of all your ill intentions.’’ Lord Balthazar straightened from where he stood beside the knights at the bottom of the dais.

Devlon fell to his knees. ‘’Your Highness, please. I was doing it to protect you,’’ he said, perhaps realising that his lies would only make thing worse. Gwyn let out a low laugh. Standing next to her, the queen looked at the pleading man with disgust. ‘’I was trying to prevent her highness from making a mistake by associating herself with someone unworthy,’’ Devlon continued.

‘’Enough,’’ she threw all the letters before her and they all landed carelessly on the polished floor in front of Devlon. Gwyn was seething. She stood up from the throne and walked down the few steps. Devlon tried to rise when she stopped before him but Azriel yanked hard on his chain, causing him to fall back and a few snorts to rise in the room.

‘’Who I associate myself with is none of your concern,’’ she said, looking down at the count. ‘’Meddling with my personal life has never been part of your duties. Nor is it anyone else’s.’’ She looked at Azriel and silently asked him to pull the count back on his feet. The knight grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up like he weighted nothing.

‘’You have committed 26 treasons with these letters,’’ she told the Count. ‘’And for that, you will be punished 26 times.’’ Devlon’s eyes widened.

She looked at him straight in the eyes and said firmly. ‘’You are officially stripped of everything you own. As from now, you will spend the rest of your days living in the dungeons and scrubbing every bit of filth in this castle like the rat you are. Do you understand me?’’

‘’Your Highn-‘’

‘’Do you understand me?’’ she repeated more slowly.

Devlon lowered his head, looking at the blood that had soaked his clothes. ‘’Yes,’’ he mumbled.

‘’Yes?’’

‘’Yes, Your Highness,’’ he said.

‘’Good.’’

Azriel’s lips turned up into a wicked smirk behind the Count. A thrill went through Gwyn when she looked at her knight. She threw a wink at him, not concerned at all by the prying eyes in the room. She was certain that they were all aware of their situation at this point. And she imagined that, at least now, anyone would think twice before threatening her loved ones.

‘’Get him out of my sight,’’ she ordered. With that, the knights turned and dragged Devlon out of the room. A guard opened the door to a cell when they reached the Count’s new home.

As soon as he was thrown inside, Devlon turned around and narrowed his eyes at Azriel. ‘’You,’’ he said through gritted teeth.

‘’Shut it,’’ the knight cut him off, ‘’before I break the rest of your ugly face.’’ Then Azriel shut the door in Devlon’s angry face and left.

.....

Later that day, Gwyn lounged on her massive bed, hand intertwined with the knight lying beside her. She had wanted to go riding and spend some time at her secret spot at the waterfall. But Azriel had disagreed, saying that they should be careful for a while. He was right considering Devlon might have already sent some of those letters.

‘’What will happen now?’’ she asked

‘’What do you mean?’’

Gwyn turned on her side and propped herself on her elbow. She disentangled her hand from Azriel’s and started to trace his face.

‘’Everyone knows about us.’’ She delicately ran a finger over the bridge of his nose, his cheeks, his jaw line. Azriel kissed her finger when she ran it over his lips.

‘’Does that bother you?’’

She smiled at him and leaned over him to replace her finger with her lips. She kissed him softly on the forehead. ‘’No.’’ Then she kissed him on the nose. ‘’Not at all.’’ And finally pressed her lips gently to his. ‘’I am actually glad that we won’t have to hide anymore.’’ Azriel grabbed her by the waist and turned her so he could be on top.  

‘’But,’’ Gwyn continued before he could kiss her back. ‘’It was exciting to secretly make out in random corners of the castle so I want that to continue.’’

Azriel laughed at that. Her tone was more serious than what the statement required. As if their secret make out sessions, which often led to much more, were an official addition to his duties. Not that he was complaining. ‘’Is that an order princess?’’

‘’Well of course Sir,’’ she replied, still with her serious voice. ‘’And I suggest that you listen to me.’’

‘’Or what?’’ the hand he had on her waist started to glide down towards her leg.

‘’Or I’m afraid that you will have to be punished.’’ Azriel remembered when Gwyn was sitting on the throne this morning, looking as regal and powerful as ever. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. Gwyn parted her legs to allow him to settle between them.

‘’What kind of punishment would I get?’’ he asked, his hands slowly making their way beneath her skirt and up her bare legs.

‘’The kind that requires you to be on your knees before me.’’

Something seemed snap in him then. He moved at the end of the bed and dragged her to the edge so fast that she shrieked. He stared intently into her eyes from where he kneeled before her. ‘’Punish me princess,’’ he said before he lowered his mouth on her.

[seedsinmygarden]

I saw your post on character reactions to the MC coming out as transfem, and wanted to ask you a question/give you a prompt: the MC coming out as a trans guy to professors Fig and Sharp (separately).

(Reasons for this, if you want to know: I want to come out to my family, but I'm not in the best headspace (stuff happened, not related to them), and I need some comfort (these two are my favourite characters, and I see Fig as a father figure).

Sorry for ranting, it wasn't my intention. I love your content, keep up the good work.

Coming out as FTM Trans!

thank you for the compliments, and i’m happy to hear you liked the transfem one! im sorry you’re struggling, i hope this helps bring some comfort to you during tough times. (and please, let me know if anything was said incorrectly or was hurtful to be said! i want to do this right and the last thing i want to do is be hurtful, so please educate me! i will gladly edit it and make any changes to correct.)

Word Count: 1,792 words

Tags/Warnings: Set in a time where Fig didn’t die in the Final Repository Battle. Fluff, mentions of homophobia/transphobia.

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PROFESSOR FIG:

Professor Fig had been worried.

That morning, MC had sent him an owl, asking to speak together out on the Viaduct Bridge after dinner. He wondered if he misspoke the last time they were together— he knew something had been troubling them but didn’t want to press, yet he feared he pressed unintentionally.

After Miriam’s death, he found familial love in this now-6th year, seeing them as his own. He knew them well enough that sending a letter to meet after dinner meant that something was going on, and he only hoped he could help them find a solution to whatever it was.

Tugging his robe tighter around him, he watches his breath fog the air in front of his face. The sunset glows along the horizon as students passed him, dinner having come to a close and everyone eager for the warmth of their common rooms to finish the night.

Some stopped to say hello, others had a question on the recently-assigned essay, but it was when MC finally approached that he excused himself and told the other students he would be happy to talk more tomorrow morning before classes, if they had any remaining questions.

Once those students (rather begrudingly) left, he invites MC to join him with a wave. They smiled as they approached, leaning against the rail and looking out into the Hogwarts Valley.

“I see you got my letter. Thank you for meeting me out here.” They tell him and Professor Fig nods.

“Of course. After the tumultous year we shared last year, I see you as my own. You will always hold priorty in my life.”

He watches their smile falter. He continues, a small frown on his face and his brows creasing in concern.

“But I see something troubles you. Is everything alright, MC?”

“Yes.” MC nods. “It’s… something important. To me, at least.”

“If it is important to you, MC, then it is important to me too.” Professor Fig reassures them. “I will not force you to talk to me, but please know that I am always here for you. I am always by your side not because I brought you to Hogwarts and feel I must as an ambassador of some sort, but because I see you growing to become a caring, strong, and intelligent young adult.” There was a moment of silence as MC processes Professor Fig’s words, and finally, they take a breath.

“I-I’m trans, Professor.” MC finally looks at him. He could feel how quickly their stress levels shot up. “I’ve been using he/him pronouns in privacy among some friends, and a different name, and I’ve really been liking the… euphoria, it gives me.” Fig watches his breathing pick up, “I-I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while, it’s only been a few weeks, I just— I was trying to work up the courage—”

Suddenly, Professor Fig acts upon instinct and his arms wrap around MC in a comforting hug.

“It’s okay, MC.” He tells him softly. “You could have told me whenever you were comfortable and I would have accepted you regardless. I am grateful you feel you can trust me to be yourself until you are comfortable coming out in a more public manner.” He gives him one last squeeze in the hug before pulling away to look him in the eye. “Know that you can always trust me, but also know that you shouldn’t feel the need to tell me every little update. Take things at your pace, because this is your life. Regardless, I accept you as you are.”

MC lets out a little sob, leaning back in towards Fig and hugging him again. Fig returns the gesture, rubbing his back comfortingly. He could feel his shoulders shake as he cries— tears of relief, he hoped.

“I hope you know how wonderful you are, MC. You deserve nothing but happiness.” He tells him as the crying slowed to a stop and the two pulled away, “Now, tell me, what is the name you go by now?”

PROFESSOR SHARP:

“Class dismissed.” Professor Sharp’s voice carries over the dungeon classroom. The bustle of life among the 7th year Advanced Potions students replaces the silence that once was the environment of focus as they packed their belongings and headed out.

Profesosr Sharp passed each station to ensure the cleanliness of them, and he found himself halting at one, where MC still stood, eyes trained on their potion as they stirred the contents. He watches as they subconsciously lift a jar of crushed lacewing flies and sprinkled a pinch into the potion, turning it a teal blue.

“MC?” Professor Sharp asks and MC yelps loudly, practically throwing their ladle and it falls to the ground behind them with a loud clatter against the stone floor.

“P-Professor— I-I mean, yes, Professor Sharp?”

“I dismissed class. I suppose you didn’t hear me, but you are free to go— once you finish your potion here. It would be a waste of resources if you scrapped it now.” He pulls out his wand as he spoke, nonverbally summoning the ladle to his wand hand and cleaning it with a handkerchief he protruded from his jacket pocket.

MC finally looks around the classroom, blinking almost owlishly as they realized they were the only student left. Sharp sets the cleaned ladle next to the cauldron.

“Oh. I see. I’m sorry, I must not have been listening.”

“Do not worry. My next class isn’t until after lunch.” Professor Sharp shakes his head, setting himself on the stool in the station next to MC’s. “What are you creating here?”

“I wanted to create Felix Felicis potion, the luck potion we learned last week.” Professor Sharp raises a brow at MC and they shake their head. “Rest assured, Professor, I was most certainly planning on turning it in to you. I’m well aware we’re not allowed to have it as students. Purely educational purposes, this brew.” MC chuckles, and it pulls a chuckle from Professor Sharp as well.

“I understand. Please, continue.” He motions to the cauldron, watching as MC carried on with the potion-making.

It was silent in the classroom once more— a comfortable silence, that is— with only the bubbling of the potion filling the room. Professor Sharp watches MC as they work on their potion, their hands working expertly to perfect the potion.

“May I talk about something, Professor?”

“If it won’t take you out of focus, you may.” He nods. He watches MC take a deep breath.

“Ever since I started here at Hogwarts, in my 5th year, I found a new world that was so much unlike the normal world I came from. I love this world, I love Hogwarts, I love Hogsmeade and the people across Hogwarts Valley… I-I’ve always felt a little off, in the muggle world. When I wear trousers, I’d get looks of disgust in my direction. ‘Ladies shouldn’t need to wear trousers. It’s not right.’”

“I have found the Wizarding World to be far more accepting than the muggle world, particularly. Granted, much of my life has been spent among witches and wizards alike, but the few years I spent in the muggle world, undercover, had me wishing to return sooner rather than later. People are cruel.” Professor Sharp sighs, shaking his head. “I’m sorry that has been your experience growing up.”

“Thank you, Professor. The world, muggle and wizarding, can both be cruel in different ways.” MC agrees, “I remember, when Florence came out, the amount of pushback she still got among all the acceptance.”

“Florence is a strong young woman.” Sharp nods, “She is solid as a wall. The negativity didn’t affect her— at least, not outwardly.”

“I wish I was more like her.” MC sighs as they add an ashwinder egg to the mixture.

“You are, MC.” Professor Sharp is quick to reassure. “You saved Hogwarts from Ranrok when you were only 15. An incredible feat, especially to a retired Auror such as I. And that is not to say that Florence coming out is inferior to that— both are incredible feats in their own ways. It takes strength and bravery to achieve both.” He takes a breath, “Believe me, MC, you are a great wizard. You will go on to do amazing things, in whatever it is you decide to pursue after Hogwarts.”

“Thank you, Professor.” MC couldn’t hold back the grin spreading across their face. They take a deep breath. “I’m transgender, Professor. I’ve never felt right wearing skirts even from a young age. A part of me was convinced that I would have to deal with the unhappiness for the rest of my life. Be arranged to marry off and bear children, as my duty would have been as a woman in the muggle world. But here, in the Wizarding World, I have more hope— hope to take control of my own life and do what it is I want to do, wear what I want to wear.”

“I see.” Sharp nods, “Rest assured, MC, you’ll always have a home here in the Wizarding World, a place where you can be called however you’d like, wear whatever it is you like to wear… It’s your place to decide what you want to do, and who you want to be.” He stands again as MC turns off the heat to the cauldron, letting the boiling cocotion simmer to room temperature, cool enough to be transferred to vials. “That is one of the wonderful freedoms we get in the Wizarding World; the ability to choose for ourselves.”

MC nods, casting the cooling charm to speed up the process as Professor Sharp goes to retrieve a row of empty vials to put the liquid luck into.

“I know it’ll still be rough for a while. I haven’t come out to a lot of people yet. I’ve only told Professor Fig, Professor Weasley, and a couple of my friends. And now, you. Thank you, Professor.”

“I am happy you trust me to know, MC. Or would you prefer a different name in privacy?”

[moonstrider9904]

Pairing: Fives x Fem!Reader x Jesse

Tags/Warnings: Explicit sexual content. 18+. Hickeys, biting, sucking, light bruising, clit stimulation, double penetration, unprotected vaginal and anal sex (please wear protection in real life!), threesome, creampie and cumming outside, lots of cum. I don’t write clonec*st and this one-shot is no exception. If this still squicks you, please skip this entry.

This prompt and pairing was a request!

Word count: 1.2k

Kinktober Day 9: Double penetration

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Nothing could have prepared you for the immense pleasure of the moment. It exceeded every expectation, amazing you to the point where you could barely form words. Your hands were quite literally full; you’d known you’d be in such a situation ever since those two had flashed those cocky grins at you back at the bar.

The memories still blurred before your eyes. Two hands, each belonging to a different man, brushing up your thighs, slowly getting dangerously to your crotch that already ached and burned for them. It had taken you longer than you were proud of to realize it was real, that it was really happening, that you were willingly walking from the bar to your nearby apartment, with Fives and Jesse holding either your waist or your hips or your upper back, with messy, craving pecks and kisses scattered along the way.

Even with that amount of buildup, everything they did still blew your mind.

Fives was in front of you lying on his back. His hands held the curve of your waist, fingers gladly kneading onto your flesh as he flashed you his charming, mischievous grin, the one he used to make anyone go weak in the knees. Even in the position you were in, straddling his waist like you were riding him and buck-naked, you giggled at Fives’ wit and charm. That man sure knew what he was capable of.

Behind you, Jesse had a more possessive grip. His arms surrounded your torso, crossing over your chest, with your back pressed onto his bare chest. Jesse’s lips peppered your neck with tender kisses, slowly growing in strength to match the strength with which he held you. You could feel him pulsating against your lower back, eager to enter you, only waiting for you to get accustomed to the arc trooper’s girth.

Jesse’s craving kisses turned into sucking and nibbling, lightly marking your neck as you couldn’t resist the temptation to grind on Fives’ length. You heard Fives moaning under you, his head pressing back onto the mattress even though his eyes remained glued to you, and slowly he took one of the hands on your waist to your cunt and let his thumb press and rub on the pearl of your clit.

You squirmed in Jesse’s grip at the heat coursing between your legs, and your focus slowly went back to the movement of Jesse’s lips over your skin. You felt him making his way up your neck and beside your ear, where he nibbled ever so gently, making you shiver, before finally speaking tenderly at you.

“Are you ready?” Jesse asked.

You turned your head to meet Jesse’s eyes and nodded; you’d had about as much preparation as you could get.

“You let me know if you need to stop, okay?” Jesse whispered.

Again, you nodded at him. Your gaze drifted back down towards Fives, focusing on him as you felt Jesse enter your backside slowly, pushing himself in gradually and with care. You whimpered at the fullness, a new sensation if ever there was one, but not less enjoyable. You made sure to continue nodding to let Jesse know he could keep going, that you wanted him and Fives, that there was nowhere you’d rather be than with them.

“You’re doing so good, mesh’la,” Fives said, his voice rasping.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” Jesse groaned out when he was as deep inside you as he could be. He held you tighter in his arms and slowly began grinding into you, always making sure not to be too hard or too fast, even if his shaking body told you he was hungry for more.

You were moaning louder, and your body gave shudder after shudder. The fullness you felt inside you, double that of any other night of adventure, plus the rubbing of Fives’ thumb on your clit, it would all make you lose your mind soon. 

Surrendering to the two men securing you, you let them hold up the entirety of your weight while letting your hands roam. One of your hands went down Fives’ forearm, feeling his strong flesh and even brushing your nails lightly over his skin. In front of you, Fives gave you a little smirk, and when your eyes met his, he winked at you.

Another giggle left you—even when you were already in bed with him riding him, he’d still be a flirt.

Your other hand traveled behind you, your fingers brushing up Jesse’s hamstring. You could feel the way his glutes clenched with his thrusts, strong and thick and delicious, while his low grunting in your ear made you desire him even more. When Jesse noticed your attention was on him, he snickered, and he took a hand to cup your jaw, slightly pressing on your cheeks to make you submit to him even more. His grip was firm, but the caring essence of his loving remained, and Jesse let his lips hover close over yours, kissing you tenderly as his eyes on you whispered sin.

“Will you cum, mesh’la?” Jesse whispered, his voice straining.

You giggled. “Will you?”

Both he and Fives groaned, aroused by your teasing.

“Fuck me, you’re adorable,” Fives grinned, pressing his thumb harder on your clit, making you squirm. When he saw your reaction, his cocky smile widened. “Just don’t forget you’re dealing with two ARC troopers here.”

“I don’t think you want us going easy on you anymore,” Jesse followed along with the teasing, his pace increasing only by a tad, but making you shake nonetheless. 

“B-Boys—” you whimpered.

“Cum for us,” Fives said. “Let us watch you cum…”

“You can do it, babygirl,” Jesse whispered, gently kissing your ear.

They’d had their way with you, but you wouldn’t regret it. The pleasure that showered over you was so intense it made your body quake, and you were sure that your loud moans and whines could be heard through the walls, even through different stories of the apartment building. You couldn’t make sense of the praise the two ARC troopers were giving you, but their husky voices finally slipped you into ecstasy until your body gave out, held up only by Jesse’s strong arms and Fives’ hands.

Fives was the first to cum. He released inside you, blown away by the tightness and the warmth of your walls squeezing around him. Then followed Jesse, who gave a grunt as he pulled out of you, and you then felt hot drops of white falling over your lower back while he panted to catch his breath behind you. His hands had gone down to your waist, and with one final shudder, you finally gave out and went to lie on the mattress beside Fives, who didn’t think twice before wrapping you in his arms and pressing you close to him.

Jesse watched you, smiling lightly at the sight. He might still have been dazed, but you looked more adorable than ever, sweet in the arms of a soldier. He finally decided to lie beside you, leaving you between him and Fives, and the three of you remained dazed on that mattress.

Feeling Jesse’s hand on yours and Fives’ arms around you, you soon let yourself fall asleep.

[benilos]

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I primarily do Legend of Zelda and Creepypasta content, my series Three Circuits Unending is a crossover series involving both medias, as well as having a lot of original content involved as well. This will be the blog for all series related content, art and writing.

My reblog blog where I may bitch like the toxic asshole I am is @kitom-kortil

My incorrect quotes blog for TCU is @tcu-incorrect-quotes and for some reason i cannot tag it

Tag list is

"Beep beep" for NSFT content.

"Bread", and "music" for food and music related content during Ramadan (more tags can be added as any Muslim followers request it).

"Knife" for writing content.

"Kid art" for art content.

"Riceball" for gaming content.

"Moo" for vent/sensitive content.

"Skull Talk", "Evie Talk", and a few other Talk tags will refer to either me, one of my alters, or Anthony and Morgin speaking on a post.

An addition: If you are of a religious sect that has any kind of holiday similar to Ramadan where you need to avoid certain subject matters, you are absolutely welcome to let me know, and I will gladly add tags to posts if it is needed. Ramadan is the only one I am somewhat knowledgeable about, so I may need prompting for others. This DOES NOT INCLUDE content warning tagging for LGBTQ+ related things unless I personally feel it is important, because I will not cater to queerphobic people. This is a safe space for everyone BUT those people. Thank you.

Do not come to me with your whining about how you feel about me. You have been blocked for a reason, even on this new blog. Me creating a new blog is not your invitation to bother me. Eat the fucking block, and go the hell away. I will not have a rerun of last time. Grow tf up.

Anthony and Morgin have their own sideblog, @kito-nasra. You are welcome to say hello to them. I do not look at that blog, and I have all notifs muted for that blog. You will not be able to speak to me or get ahold of me from that blog, so do not try to do so. You will only get cussed out by those two.

[eternally-divine]

I decided to post the next chapter of CASTOR: The Beginning. Go find it on Wattpad 😍⁉️

(P.s. if I decide to post it all here, like if you want to be tagged and ill gladly do so)

Warning: There is violence in this chapter!

! 15 years later !

Keith drops a glass of water when he hears it, a high pitched scream from the nearby fields in which young men were being trained to be the next generation of soldiers. He rushes out of the central command tent and parts the crowd to find the source. Fear something had happened to Catarina fills him as he does so. When he gets there he sees Catarina, half of her face was bleeding. She seemed to disregard the pain entirely, more focused on keeping her sparring partner, who had told her just before that, "This is why women don't fight," in a suffocating headlock.

"Catarina. Knock it off." He sighs as he speaks, this is nothing new for his daughter. "Whatever he did I will handle it." The infuriated teenager gets off the boy, who was still screeching, with a huff. The boy wipes his tears and runs off through the crowd to try and save his ego and reputation. "All of you, clear out, you have work to do." Keith waves them off.

"I had it handled!" Catarina spits. Immediately after, her adrenaline fades and the feeling of the wound over her face kicks in. She clutches it and doubles over in pain.

"Is this what handled looks like?" Keith throws her over his shoulder and brings her inside to tend her wound. "What happened?" He asks as he sits her on the table and pulls out his first aid kit. She'd been getting hurt since she could walk, he learned very fast how to tend wounds such as his.

"That conniving little bitch hit me on purpose!" Keith gives her a look for her language and she smiles with guilt.

"Are you certain of it, or did he just catch you off guard?" He takes a damp towel to her face to wipe as much of the blood as he can, Catarina promptly starts crying. The wound didn't seem horrible, there has definitely been worse wounds coming out of training, but she'd need stitches. The large gash stretched from above her eyebrow to just between her ear and cheekbone, her eye was unsalvageable.

"It was calculated. I watched him do it. It was like time slowed." She pauses to wince and grab at Keith's wrist, "It hurts."

"I know sweetheart. Just let me finish this. It needs stitches." He is focused, her hand leaves his wrist to allow him to continue. He hands her a strip of leather to bite down on as he patches up her face. It takes 10 minutes at most. Afterwards she sits on the table still, crying slightly still. Keith finishes bandaging it, some blood still seeps through.

"When can I take this off?" She tilts her head slightly. "I want to look less like i just rolled out of a war as soon as possible."

Keith doesn't say anything. Catarina's other eye widens in realization.

"You're joking. Father, please tell me you're joking."

"Your eye won't go back to how it was, he cut it damn well in half. I'm sorry, Cat." He places his hand on her shoulder and rubs it with his thumb. The action is disregarded entirely when she practically throws herself off of the table to bury her face in his shoulder and sob to her hearts content.

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It was later that night, the sun had set and everyone was settling down, everyone but me. I was angry. I used to be the prettiest girl for miles- namely because I probably wasn't inbred. That jackass took that away from me. I drop from my bunk and grab my carving knife from my side table. I'd left my window cracked before dinner for this reason alone, the creaking of it at this hour would immediately alert Father, I slip out of it and make my way back into the field. I knew where that rat bastard was sleeping, he'd been tormenting me since he got here. I handed his ass to him a few times, and him me, but he'd crossed the line. 'I'm just going to give him a little scare and a matching scar, then he'll learn not to fuck with me and we will go about our ways.'

I could hear them speaking, Emrys and his tent mates, he mentioned going out to grab some water from the river. 'Perfect.' I follow him there and let him grab his water. As he turns to leave I accidentally step on a twig, it snaps and draws his attention to me. In that moment something clicked, something almost animalistic in me, I don't understand it.

I stun myself with how silently I move, managing to get myself behind him as he peers into the woods where I had just been standing moments prior. I sneak up behind him and deck his ankle, he falls to the ground and immediately puts himself on his back to see what just knocked him down.

"Real funny, Catarina. I.. I'm sorry about your face. I didn't mean to dig that deep." He says, but the way he looks at me with fear when he sees the knife, it entertains me, "Wait, Cat- what are you-" His words are cut of by the the knife being thrown, the strength at which I threw it left it stuck to the hilt through his eye. That doesn't stop me. Nothing will. His screams egg me on. I pull it out and keep going, stabbing, cutting, watching the life leave his eyes and listening to his screams die out until I'm pulled off of him by someone I hadn't sensed.

"CATARINA. CATARINA STOP!" Keith screams as he pulls me off the poor boy. I push myself out of his grip and stand near the river. He looks at me in horror.

*************

Keith looks her over, her arms and face covered in blood, it stains her clothes, her eyes are what draw the most attention. They're solid yellow and glow softly for just a moment, it fades shortly after he notices.

**************

Everything feels different suddenly, I look down at myself, bloodstained and armed with my carving knife. I glance at Emrys, his skull was crushed in. He died almost immediately. I drop the knife and stare in horror at what I'd done. Taking a step backwards and feeling the rivers water at my feet.

"What...What have I done?" I raised a hand to my mouth.

"YOU CAN'T JUST KILL PEOPLE WHO MAKE YOU UPSET CATARINA! HE'S DEAD! BECAUSE OF YOU!" This is the first time I can remember my father truly yelling at me with anger, tears fill my eyes and I take off. I run back to my room and slam the door so hard the hinges rattle. Immediately breaking down into tears, 'I did that? And I enjoyed it? That wasn't what I was planning to do- just a harmless scratch! That he'd probably be proud of! Not...that.'

I change out of the bloodied clothing and force myself into bed, 'Maybe it will sort itself out by morning?' I hope, despite knowing deep down this will haunt me forever.

[asktauros]

Tagging System

I would like to say, some of these tags aren’t necessarily subjects that will be shown, but are put here just in case.

Nothing super graphic will be shown, but anything deemed “too much” will get a warning post posted a day in advance as well as getting put under a Read More.

At most, subjects will be implied or discussed between characters. Nothing extremely graphic will be explicitly shown, if at most, silhouettes to ‘get the picture’.

Also, if it is not on this list, I may tag it anyways as these are just “general” tags I put up. As well if YOU ever feel like I need to tag something sensitive, just tell me and I will do so! Sometimes I forget or I genuinely do not know and I will gladly do it for you.

| THIS BLOG DEALS WITH THE SUBJECT OF GROOMING AND SLIGHT PEDOPHILLIA. EVERYTHING IS TAGGED ACCORDINGLY. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING GRAPHIC WILL BE SHOWN. | There is a minor on this blog who is the subject of grooming to a horrible adult. This subject will be treated with the upmost respect and not at all fetishized. Please take care when viewing this blog and let me know if there are any other tags or warnings needed when I post these subjects. [ Note: This situation is mostly a personal portrayal of this subject from my own experience. So it may not match others entirely, but I have discussed with others in the same situation as I am, just to get a well rounded and respectful portrayal ] -

- Sensitive Content Tags -

Tags are separated by the slash mark, as well as if the stuff is mentioned slightly, it will be tagged with a “mention” behind it.

Example: Abuse Mention

Gore / Blood / Violence / Body Horror

Swearing / cursing / cussing

Abuse / Suicide / Self Harm / Drugs / Drug Use / Alcohol Grooming / Grooming mention / Pedophillia / Pedophillia Mention

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- Mod Tags -

Mod Jazzy: General mod tag.

OOC: not necessarily mod related, but not proper blog content.

Mod Art: art that I post that is blog related, but not exactly in the story

Self Reblog

Reblog

Meme

Munday / Munday Meme

/I also make a specific tag whenever I do a meme that I state for others to blacklist if they don’t want to see it.

More tags may be added within time.

[and-claudia]

I posted 213 times in 2022

155 posts created (73%)

58 posts reblogged (27%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@and-claudia

@and-claudias-world

@bacarasbabe

@creme-bruhlee

@madnessformunson

I tagged 145 of my posts in 2022

Only 32% of my posts had no tags

#stranger things - 51 posts

#darth maul x reader - 30 posts

#eddie x reader - 30 posts

#star wars - 29 posts

#starwars - 26 posts

#eddie munson x reader - 23 posts

#darth maul - 21 posts

#maul x reader - 20 posts

#steve harrington x reader - 17 posts

#billy hargrove x reader - 16 posts

Longest Tag: 79 characters

#i have ideas for it but i also want to work on something else that’s pretty big

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

NSFW Headcannons about Billy

These are just a random collection of Headcannons I have about Billy Hargrove

Warnings: NSFW!! MINORS DNI!!! Mentions of sex, oral both male and female receiving, degrading, teasing, name calling, mommy kink

Words: >500

Stranger Things Masterlist

Billy: (this is more in character Billy)

Hookups only. No strings attached.

You’re not allowed to look at him while fucking.

Like he’s taking you from behind, doggy style but if you try at any point to look over your shoulder at him he will push you down to the mattress/counter/backseat (whatever surface you are currently fucking on) and will then be holding your head down while he continues to pound into you

Even if you’re giving him a blow job, you aren’t allowed to look up at him through your lashes. And if you do, he will grip the back of your head and fuck your mouth himself, saying something like “Dumb slut can’t follow one simple rule. Gotta do everything myself.”

Rough. Hot. Fast pace.

He’s not totally self centered. Will make sure you both come, but doesn’t necessarily make sure you do first.

He will degrade you. Just accept it.

Isn’t one really for after care. Will have water nearby and get a rag for you, but he ain’t cleaning it up. You have to do that yourself.

Doesn’t cum in you. Period. Condom or not. He ain’t risking shit.

Won’t give proper oral. Closest he’ll get is sucking your clit while fingering you.

Leaves or makes you leave shortly afterwards. Like you have enough time to recover but not much after that.

Billy: (These are more like the fanfic/ooc Billy)

Starts out the same, no eye contact when you’re first getting together.

But as time goes on he’ll let up and secretly comes to love when you look up at him, all doe eyes with his cock in your mouth.

Becomes gentler at times. He’ll still be rough with you if you want but is definitely okay now with be softer and not as harsh with you.

Still degrades you but it’s more of a point of teasing rather than being rude

Becomes more vulnerable during sex (it takes a LONG time to get here) which reveals his mommy kink to you

Was extremely embarrassed when it happened. He didn’t mean to call you that he just felt so good in that moment and it slipped out. It took a lot of reassurance from you that it was okay

After that when he really needed to let go and destress, you got to take care of him

He’s more comfortable with giving oral now too. Definitely still prefers receiving but if you ask or are super needy he will gladly do it

Still doesn’t cum in you if he’s not wearing a condom, but I’d he is and/or you’re on birth control and you ask him to he will

Great at aftercare. He knows your spent and will take care of you and clean you up before settling in with you, holding you close.

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310 notes - Posted August 14, 2022

#4

It Matters How This Ends

(Geralt x F!Reader)

This is the first piece for my 600 follower celebration!!!

⚠️WARNINGS: SMUT (18+ content below the cut, do not interact if you are not 18, those that are discovered to be under age will be blocked), fingering, PinV, Angst!! (If I missed anything please let me know)

Word count: 3442

A/N: this is my first time writing smut, so please goes easy on me

Not my gif (also I just couldn’t not use that one)

It was a typical evening. Well typical for us. Jaskier was singing for the tavern whilst Geralt and I sat in the far corner watching.

It wasn’t uncommon for Geralt to be quiet. Especially after a long day like today was.

I on the other hand was quite the opposite. I enjoyed talking after a day like today. All of this was still somewhat new to me. Seeing monsters, killing them, it can take a toll on your mind when you haven’t been doing it for so many years.

“Hey, Geralt?” I asked.

He grunted in acknowledgment.

“Do you know how long we’ll stay here?”

“I want to be riding out of town by sunrise.” His voice seemed to be more gruff than usual but I brushed it off on it being a long day.

“Okay, should we head to our rooms soon then?” I suggested.

“You’re staying.” He said, bringing his mug up to his mouth.

“Oh, do you want me to follow later tomorrow?” I asked.

There had been many times when he’d have me trail him and Jaskier or he’d trail Jaskier and I. I just assumed that’s what he wanted of me again.

“No.” Was his only response.

“Wait… what are you saying?” I asked, both fearing and knowing the answer.

“I mean you’re staying here. You can leave whenever, just not with me.”

“Why? What did I do? Am I not training enough? I’ll do better! I swear!” I began to panic.

“You haven’t done anything.” He attempted to reassure me, but it was no use.

“Then why?” I snapped, rather loudly.

“Yn.” He said lowly, looking around as people began to glance in our direction, “Don’t cause a scene.”

“Why are you abandoning me?” I demanded.

“I’m not abandoning you-“

“What would you call it then?”

“You’re perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, Yn.”

“Okay… so you just don’t want me to travel with you anymore is that it?”

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324 notes - Posted February 5, 2022

#3

NSFW Headcannons with Robin Buckley

Warnings: MINORS DNI, Smut, fem x fem, oral, teasing, pet names

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST

All Masterlists are open, see my pinned post for details 🖤

A/n: I’ve never actually written anything that was a fem x fem relationship, so please go easy on me. Also if I missed any warnings please let me know 🖤

Robin is shy

She definitely needs someone else to take charge

Wants to make you happy, so anything you ask of her she’s going to do 110%

Loves being praised.

PET NAMES!!! “Sweetheart” “baby” “pretty girl”

Will always want to return the favor for whatever you’ve just done to her, even if you insist that tonight was about taking care of her

She is definitely going to be the submissive one in the relationship.

Doesn’t do hook ups, she needs trust in a relationship

Is open to try experimenting with toys

Doesn’t really care whether you use a vibe or just your fingers and mouth, just being with you is enough

“Teaching” her how to give oral

Like she understands what to do and everything but something about you walking her through it, giving her praises when she hits a sweet spot on you, calling her your good girl really gets her going

Is okay with playful teasing like “you just can’t get enough of me can you?” Or “use your words, Robin, what do you want me to do?” But definitely doesn’t like being degraded in any way

Aftercare with her usually consists with you taking charge once again (not that you’re complaining, you love taking care of your girl)

Will thank you while you lay together afterwards. And it’s always filled with so much love. Like she’s not just thanking you for the sex, she’s thanking you for being you and loving her just as much as she loves you.

Robin Taglist:

@lothiriel9

@fan-g0rl

@jedi-mabari

373 notes - Posted August 14, 2022

#2

Hopper NSFW headcannons

Warnings: Minors dni, smut, oral (male and female), daddy kink, sir kink, semi public sex, cockwarming

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/n: I’ve never written for Hopper, and don’t read him a whole whole lot but I hope you enjoy!!

Word count: >500

Hopper is daddy

More Cannon: he is daddy but doesn’t liked to be called that because of the trauma he still has from losing his daughter

More fannon: he does liked to be called daddy, and that’s just that.

He also wouldn’t mind being called sir, like “yes, sir.”

He is in charge, no if, ands, or buts

Hopper is a brat tamer

He doesn’t put up with any shit from you

You mouth off to him, oh boy you’re gonna get it

Will take you in the back of his police car

Hires you as a secretary at the station just to have you whenever he wants.

Has, and will most definitely will again, bent you over his desk and fucked you into the next week.

He is usually mean daddy Hopper, but the second you make a sound that is definitely not from pleasure he is full stop making sure you’re okay

If you want to stop at that point, he has no issue with it.

However if you decide you’re okay and want to keep going he’s so gentle with you.

Cockwarming while watching “the game” (whatever game is on tv, he doesn’t care he has his girl split open on his cock)

So. Many. Fucking. Rules.

You have to ask for permission to come.

You have to ask permission to touch yourself (doesn’t matter if he’s there or not)

Count out your orgasms

The list goes on

Doesn’t like toys. What can a toy give that he can’t?

He will however use one of his belts to bound your wrists together

Likes to equally give and get oral.

Has definitely made you answer a call (it wasn’t an emergency or anything super important) while he’s fucking you with his tongue

Definitely has a jealousy streak in him

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472 notes - Posted August 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Day 1 Kinktober: Masturbation (Billy Hargrove x Fem! Reader)

Here goes nothing!! This is my first ever time writing for Kinktober!! I hope you enjoy the story and if you would like to be tagged in other days I have planned use the link below (It'll also take you to my prompt list for the month)

Edit: if you are an ageless blog, I do not feel comfortable tagging you in my kinktober fics. So please keep that in mind when signing up.

And-Claudia's Kinktober Taglist

Warnings: Teasing, Fingering, Masturbation, illusions to strict childhood and parents, corruption, (Let me know if I missed any), SMUT, NSFW

THIS POST IS 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

“Shut up, Billy.” I sighed. 

“I just wanna know if it’s true, Yn.” He pressed, as he drove me home. 

“It’s a stupid game!” 

“Dude, just tell me… have you never even thought about trying it?” 

I stayed quiet. 

We had been at a party when they suggested we play seven minutes in Heaven. Of course, Steve wanted to pair me up with Billy. He knew about my crush on him. So there we were standing awkwardly in a dark closet together while we knew everyone was listening outside. 

To give everyone what they wanted he suggested we fake it a little, just to mess with them a little. I had asked him how, he said just make the noises you’d make if you were touching yourself. 

The look on my face said it all. And now he knew. Not only was I a virgin I had also never masturbated. 

“I- I have… I just… don’t know.” I mumbled. 

“Don’t know what?” 

“How… I don’t know how to…” I admitted, shamefully. 

I came from a very sheltered family. We weren’t allowed to talk about or engage in sex of any kind. It had always followed me around. Anytime I even considered trying it, I could never bring myself to do it in fear of being caught. 

The way I admitted my confession told Billy everything he needed to know.

“I’m sorry I brought it up.” He said. 

“Don’t be. Trust me, I wish I weren’t such a stereotypical goodie-goodie like everyone thinks I am.” I sighed. 

“I could always help with that… I mean I could handle being friends with the goodie-goodie, but I draw the line at being friends with someone who is that much of a goodie-goodie.” 

“Billy, what are you suggesting?” I knew exactly what he was suggesting and it made my heart race but I wanted to hear him say it. 

“Neil and Susan are away for the weekend, Maxine is at a friend's house… Let's go back to my house, let me show you how to make yourself feel good.” He said, already turning the car around. 

I stayed silent. Surly this wasn’t about to actually happen, right? This was insane. We pulled into his driveway and sure enough, no one was there. He lead me back to his bedroom. 

“Billy…” 

“Sh. Don’t talk, you’re here to learn, remember?” He said, standing close to me. 

“First thing first, you never want to just jump into it. You need to build it up if you really want to enjoy it. So, is there anything, anyone, that makes you feel… excited, turned on, horny?” He asked almost seeming knowingly. 

I took a shaky breath. 

“Ah, so there is…” He chuckled lowly, “Care to share who it is?”

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499 notes - Posted October 1, 2022

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[helllords]

out of hellfire. / rules.

Just before we start all this: this account is MULTIFANDOM, -VERSE, -SHIP AND OC FRIENDLY but also semi-selective! I generally interact with everyone I can imagine interacting with, so feel free to approach me with memes, reblog my open starters or just slide into my messages to talk about anything! The only thing I ask for is that you cut your posts! (: I usually follow back as soon as I've read your rules and bio but if I don't follow back within a week, it maybe isn't meant to be. No offense to you and your muses!

All the content displayed (from my muses’ behavior to their interest or any aesthetical pictures I might reblog) does not reflect me as a person. Mun does not equal muse. I’m just here to have fun, write and make some friends! Anyway, let’s get to the mun:

- Hi! My name is Sashka/Alex, I’m currently a full-time student at uni and am drowning in work 24/7. You can imagine that my activity will be sporadic at best but if you ever feel like I may have forgotten our thread, you can gladly remind me!

- English is not my native language; feel free to correct any spelling mistakes you might find. -> if you ever have trouble understanding my reply (because I do tend to overuse metaphors a lot lol), do not be shy to tell me!

- MUN AND MUSES ARE BOTH 21+. THERE WILL BE MATURE CONTENT ON THIS BLOG AND TRIGGERS WILL BE TAGGED. MINORS DNI PLEASE.

- I will not text you your password. You can believe me that I will always read anyone's rules. I just find it awkward and sometimes I forget.

- I've said it before but this blog is multiship. Considering I love shipping, the possibility that I will ship one muse with more than one character is high. It's nothing against our ship.

- Smut will appear on this blog. It's not my primary focus but it's something I indulge in sometimes. It will be tagged as ( nsft. ).

- Triggers are tagged as tw: trigger. This blog features triggers such as BLOOD, BODY HORROR AND RELIGIOUS & VIOLENT CONTENT. If you need something tagged as a trigger warning, please tell me.

- Concerning hardblocking: you are more than welcome to hardblock me if something I do makes you uncomfortable. However, you can also talk to me about it. Communication is necessary and can clear up a misunderstanding; I'm not going to bite off your head.

- I also give out my discord to my mutuals! Just ask me and I’ll dm you my username!If there’s anything else you want to know, simply message me!

ALSO: You do not have to match the length of my replies. I tend to write a lot and if you don’t want to do that, then it’s totally okay! We are all just here to have fun.

ALSO ALSO: I have another rp blog @cainiine. If I'm not here, I might be over there! (:

[cainiine]

out of twins. / rules.

Just before we start all this: this account is MULTIFANDOM, -VERSE, -SHIP AND OC FRIENDLY! I generally interact with everyone I can imagine interacting with, so feel free to approach me with memes, reblog my open starters or just slide into my messages to talk about anything! The only thing I ask for is that you cut your posts! (:

All the content displayed (from my muses’ behavior to their interest or any aesthetical pictures I might reblog) does not reflect me as a person. Mun does not equal muse. I’m just here to have fun, write and make some friends! Anyway, let’s get to the mun:

- Hi! My name is Sashka/Alex, I’m currently a full-time student at uni and am drowning in work 24/7. You can imagine that my activity will be sporadic at best but if you ever feel like I may have forgotten our thread, you can gladly remind me!

- English is not my native language; feel free to correct any spelling mistakes you might find. -> if you ever have trouble understanding my reply (because I do tend to overuse metaphors a lot lol), do not be shy to tell me!

- MUN AND MUSES ARE BOTH 21+. THERE WILL BE MATURE CONTENT ON THIS BLOG AND TRIGGERS WILL BE TAGGED. MINORS DNI PLEASE.

- I will not text you your password. You can believe me that I will always read anyone's rules. I just find it awkward and sometimes I forget.

- I've said it before but this blog is multiship. Considering I love shipping, the possibility that I will ship one muse with more than one character is high. It's nothing against our ship.

- Smut will appear on this blog. It's not my primary focus but it's something I indulge in sometimes. It will be tagged as ( nsft. ).

- Triggers are tagged as tw: trigger. This blog features triggers such as DOGS, BLOOD, MURDER, BODY HORROR AND RELIGIOUS CONTENT. If you need something tagged as a trigger warning, please tell me.

- I also give out my discord to my mutuals! Just ask me and I’ll dm you my username!If there’s anything else you want to know, simply message me!

ALSO: You do not have to match the length of my replies. I tend to write a lot and if you don’t want to do that, then it’s totally okay! We are all just here to have fun.

ALSO ALSO: I have another horror blog: helllords. If I'm not on this blog, I might be there! (:

[smallergcd]

out of eternity. / rules.

Just before we start all this: this account is MULTIFANDOM, -VERSE, -SHIP AND OC FRIENDLY! I generally interact with everyone I can imagine interacting with, so feel free to approach me with memes, reblog my open starters or just slide into my messages to talk about anything! The only thing I ask for is that you cut your posts! (:

All the content displayed (from my muses’ behavior to their interest or any aesthetical pictures I might reblog) does not reflect me as a person. And while these are characters that are inspired by historical events, I do not support said events. Mun does not equal muse. I’m just here to have fun, write and make some friends! Anyway, let’s get to the mun:

- Hi! My name is Sashka/Alex, I’m currently a full-time student at uni and am drowning in work 24/7. You can imagine that my activity will be sporadic at best but if you ever feel like I may have forgotten our thread, you can gladly remind me!

- English is not my native language; feel free to correct any spelling mistakes you might find. -> if you ever have trouble understanding my reply (because I do tend to overuse metaphors a lot lol), do not be shy to tell me!

- MUN AND MUSES ARE BOTH 21+. THERE WILL BE MATURE CONTENT ON THIS BLOG AND TRIGGERS WILL BE TAGGED. MINORS DNI PLEASE.

- I will not text you your password. You can believe me that I will always read anyone's rules. I just find it awkward and sometimes I forget.

- I've said it before but this blog is multiship. Considering I love shipping, the possibility that I will ship one muse with more than one character is high. It's nothing against our ship.

- Smut will appear on this blog. It's not my primary focus but it's something I indulge in sometimes. It will be tagged as ( nsft. ).

- Triggers are tagged as tw: trigger. This blog features triggers such as WAR, BLOOD, BODY HORROR, SELF HATRED AND RELIGIOUS CONTENT. If you need something tagged as a trigger warning, please tell me.

- I also give out my discord to my mutuals! Just ask me and I’ll dm you my username!If there’s anything else you want to know, simply message me!

ALSO: You do not have to match the length of my replies. I tend to write a lot and if you don’t want to do that, then it’s totally okay! We are all just here to have fun.

ALSO ALSO: I have another horror blog: helllords. If I'm not on this blog, I might be there! (: