#very fluffy

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

Astarion Very Happy Ending

So full disclosure, my Tav was a Selunite, and I can't stop thinking well if Bhaal can have a mortal chosen one, why can't Selune?

Also, spoiler warning, stop reading here if you don't want, but like damn girl I freaking turn a Shar priestess away from her god back to you, free a man from his devil's contact, high-key save the world, kill bhaals chocen, convince my vampiric lover to not sacrifice thousands of people, stop an entire goblin army from murdering Tieflings and druids alike, and literally free your daughter. A reward is in order!

This is that reward:

Astarion was slowly getting used to living in the shadows again, as loathe as he was to admit it. It was quite the transition, despite the fact that his time in the sun had amounted to less than a year. But what a lovely year it was. Nearly a perfect one in comparison to the rest of his life. And the promise of more of the same was a suitable balm to being cursed back into the darkness.

It was difficult, but with the love of his life by his side it was more than tolerable. Borderline beautiful in fact, to be able to live his life so freely despite the infuriating complications.

The money also certainly helped.

That was one thing Astarion always had over his brothers and sisters, his fantasies of a better life had always surrounded around Cazador's murder. Not his approval. He may have been completely unaware of the horrifying dungeon beneath their feet, but he did know where the deed to his estate and other properties were kept. And now had enough connections with the higher up's of Baldur's gate for some frankly exquisite forgeries. It had been a particularly satisfying feeling to sell all of his former master's possessions off, even more so when it came to the land. Almost like he was tearing apart his legacy and handing it off to the highest bitter, piece by piece.

Though, being there with you to find and settle in your own little corner of paradise was an even better feeling. Maybe it didn't quite reach his past dreams of grandeur, but it turned out settling in a quaint and poorly lit townhouse in the upper city was more than enough for him to be satisfied.

It was a good charming life, one that Astarion was sure he didn't deserve. But that certainly wasn't going to stop him from enjoying it. Though as much as he adored where he ended up, he'd be lying if he said it was perfect.

No, perfect would have been finding a way for him to ascend without becoming a monster, living in a world where he could be with you fully, completely, out in the sun like the kind of lover you deserved. It made him feel... startlingly inadequate. Everything you did had to be in accordance to his schedule. His lack of capabilities. And just because you always insisted it didn't matter didn't fix the feeling of inadequacy. He hated it, hated the fact that there were so many hours of the day that you couldn't share. He didn't regret his choice, not for a moment, but that didn't mean he was fully satisfied with the consequences.

But in his own defense, he did make up for it in other ways. Mildly frustrating and draining ways, if not a bit rewarding. It had been his own fault, falling so utterly and completely for such a goody two-shoes. A zealot to Selune, as fierce as she was compassionate, always trying to do what was fair and just. Always dragging Astarion on for the ride of her cleric duties.

But he couldn't blame you for all of his new do-gooder ways. Not when he was nearly the leader of a bizarre cult of repentant vampire spawn.

It was just the slightest bit exhausting to so often be playing the part of their heroic leader, fighting all of his murderous instincts to work for a better future for himself and the brethren he had personally damned. Though he'd be lying if he said he didn't get any satisfaction from it. It felt... good to teach them new ways to live. To give them the chance at the beautiful life he had managed to secure for himself.

He wouldn't do it forever, just until he was confident enough to be sure that his departure wouldn't lead to a massacre on either side. Then the two of you would be off to explore the lands, working to do your goddesses work with just a touch of hedonistic activities on the way.

Astarion was looking forward to it. He hadn't done all that work to be selfless forever. No, he was going to be forced to insist on a few years of having you all to himself, with only the occasional bits of volunteer work for the temple as interruption. Then the two of you could go back to galivanting about the lands being local heroes. But he had earned an extended vacation.

One that, luckily, he hadn't had to fight you on too much. That was just one other thing he loved about you, your complete understanding that Astarion would always be a little selfish, especially when it came to you. The one person who had ever really been his, who loved him, who understood him, who believed in him. Could he be blamed for wanting to have you all to himself?

And admittedly, he did have you more often then not. Even if on occasion he did have to share with your beloved goddess.

Astarion sighed as he watched you pray in the moonlight, completely absorbed in your quiet, mystical chants. Despite his distaste for the length of your prayer sessions, Astarion did like seeing your more ritualistic side. Just... maybe not for the morally correct reasons.

He was well aware that being so involved with a vampire was clearly against your religious doctrine. But it didn't matter. You still choose him, despite how the knowledge nearly made you an outcast amongst your own kind. But he mattered more than your reputation, more than the lessons you had been taught your entire life regarding love and evil.

You still had your faith, but you never let it shake the faith you had in him, something that he valued more than he could ever express. It was perhaps a sick thought, but it also made him feel exceedingly powerful, to know the true extent of your feelings. Even more connected. It was almost... like he was defiling you, corrupting a beautiful flower to turn away from the sun to something even brighter. A love that Astarion doubted most could ever hope to feel.

Perhaps that was not the best outlook on your religion, but oh well. He'd keep those thoughts to himself. What you didn't know wouldn't kill you. Besides... if anyone had been corrupted it was him, plagued with a new sense of loyalty and gods, justice. All from the beautifully strange woman kneeling in the moonlight.

Though, you sure were taking awhile tonight. Nearly twice as long as your usual nightly prayer. He hated to interrupt your worship but this was starting to cut into his time a bit here.

"My dear," Astarion called out, swinging his legs over your shared bed to stand, "Don't you think that you've been kneeling there for a touch too long?"

But you didn't respond, still muttering under your breath, even faster than before.

Astarion narrowed his eyes as he walked closer towards you, confused by your lack of response, "Darling-Tav?"

Astarion stopped, eyes wide as he got a solid look at your first. Your eyes were wide open, body rim rod straight as your irises glowed a vibrant blue light.

What in the nine hells was happening? Astarion kneeled next to you, his heart in his throat as he shook your shoulders, "Tav, love, can you hear me? What is this?"

You didn't answer, you didn't even acknowledge his presence. But you did start floating in the god damn air. Astarion stared, helpless as he watched you levitate, words that he didn't understand spilling from your lips.

Then just as suddenly as it started, it stopped. You fell unceremoniously to the floor. Astarion scrambled towards you, his heart in his throat as you started to come to. He settled your head in his lap, his hands shaking as he touched your face, lost on what he should be doing.

You blinked your eyes open slowly, that angelic glow still radiating from your irises. But you didn't look frightened, more... excited.

You grinned up at him, your voice slightly cracking when you murmured, "We've been blessed."

Astarion stared at you, brow furrowed. He was happy you were alive and speaking but...

"That's lovely?" Astarion tried, "But severely lacking in terms of an explanation. Are you okay?"

You nodded eagerly, suddenly sitting up with an unexpected amount of energy, "I'll explain later, we don't have much time."

What was it that compelled you religious types to be so cryptic? But you didn't give him anytime to question. Instead you wrapping your arms around his neck and smashing your lips together, kissing him hard enough to take his breath away.

He wrapped strong arms around your back, pulling you in closer, always helpless but to return your affection. But something about this was different. He could feel it, holy magic spreading through him through your lips, down throughout his veins, changing something inside of him. It wasn't unpleasant per say, but it certainly was startling. Startling enough for him to almost push you away, if it wasn't for the fact that he trusted you with everything inside of himself.

Neither of you pulled away until the blue fire in your eyes had died out, and Astarion was left with the intense sensation that something had changed, irrevocably inside of him.

You stared at each other, Astarion in confusion while you looked nothing short of gleeful, "Do you feel it?"

He felt... strange. A warmth still spreading through him that was settling. Astarion raised a brow at you, exceedingly impatient when he asked, "First, how about you explain to me what in the hells that was?"

But you didn't answer. Instead you stood with an adorable hop, lending a hand out to help him up, "Do you trust me?"

Astarion almost rolled his eyes as he took your hand, annoyed that he fell for someone that had just as much of a flair for the dramatic as he did, "You know I do."

You helped him to his feet before you started to mumble again, a startlingly familiar incantation seeping from your lips. It was the spell for daylight, the very same that you had used to help defeat Cazador. The kind that could now kill Astarion in mere moments.

He was too shocked at your audacity to even protest, believing for a split, terrifying second that he was about to die a fiery death. Sunlight suddenly filled the room, bright enough for Astarion to tightly shut his eyes.

Then...nothing. No burning, no pain, nothing but the sounds of you both breathing.

That didn't-how was he-what did you just do?

Astarion stared at you, absolutely flabbergasted with his mouth hanging open, staring at the borrowed daylight like a simpleton, "But how?"

You were still grinning ear to ear, looking happier than Astarion had ever seen you before. You grasped his hands in yours, your smile gentle as you explained, "I told you. We were blessed. Our Lady of Silver gave me one gift, and this is what I choose."

If sunlight wasn't already staring him in the face, Astarion would never believe it. But here he was, alive and standing under it's warmth. A gift from a goddess, spent on him of all creatures.

"It can't fix everything," You clarified with the slightest frown, "But it can fix this."

He could feel the truth in your words. He was still... wrong. A creature born of something awful, doomed to eternity and a life of bloodlust. But part of that wrongness had been culled, curling up and dying from Selune's holy magic, from your enduring love.

It was a dream he never thought possible. One that he had accepted never having. But here he was, here you were, continuing to give him the impossible.

It was enough to bring tears to his eyes. Astarion reached up, cupping your face before confessing the truth he couldn't quell.

"I don't deserve you," He whispered, voice hoarse, "I'll never deserve you. Words can't express my thanks. You have given me everything, while I have nothing but myself to give in return. But it's always yours. Everything inside of me."

He meant every word, he always would. Until his last breath.

You shook your head, gentling cooing at him, "This is a time for celebration my love, not for doubt. You've earned this."

He hadn't. And he doubted you'd ever be able to convince him he had. But he'd still take it. Gladly.

"I love you," Astarion murmured, helpless to say anything else. He pressed his lips against yours, the gravity of his new life just starting to settle in his mind.

He was free, as free as he could ever hope for. You had achieved what Cazador could not, all without a hint of malice or horrifying sacrifice. But through kindness, love, and perseverance. You had already freed him once from his own mental shackles, his last remaining ties to the tyrant that made him.

And now you've done it again, saving him from at least a portion of the taint on his soul.

It was beautiful, wonderful, and Astarion would never waste a moment of it.

[deathshallbethelastenemy]

baby, you're the life of the party (5)

TEEN!gojo x FEM!reader (soulmate AU)

It's his birthday and he's acting spoiled

TW⚠️: slightly suggestive, gojo is being gojo, slight manipulation (if you squint), and improper use of curse technique amplification: blue

a/n: im gonna go all the way up! stop hiding!!!!! you hiding forever!!! GEGE when I catch you gege‼️gege when I catch you gege‼️ this has not been proofread

1. what you see, i see

2. where you go, i go

3. you know i adore you

4. i'm crazier for you

To say she was intimidated was an understatement. Satoru had decided that his birthday would be held at his family estate. He had only given her an address when he skipped off grinning ear to ear. Gojo Satoru's family estate was huge. Bigger than she could've ever imagined - huge.

She gripped the present bag a little tighter. She had visited every sweet shop to track down his favorite sweets and went to the video game shop so early in the morning for the new digimon game. He had incessantly been talking about it and it was clear he wanted someone to buy it for him.

Nothing she bought was grand. Nothing she bought would compare to everything he already has.

She wasn't good enough. How could she ever be good enough? He was a powerful sorcerer, who struck fear into every curse he so much as glanced at and he was paired with someone like her? It didn't make any sense. In what way were they equals?

She sucked in a breath as her finger hovered over the doorbell. Maybe, she should go home and change into something nicer?

The gate was pulled open. A fluff of white hair attacked her at the entrance.

"Yay!"

Satoru rushed at her with the biggest grin on his face as he embraced her and spun gleefully with her in his arms.

She flung her arms around his neck and giggled, "Happy birthday, 'toru."

She rested her hands on his shoulders when he finally stopped spinning her around and showed off the present bag to him.

Satoru's grin widened as he snatched the present from her hand and swiftly picked her up in his arms again with his birthday present dangling from his fingers. He was practically skipping his way through the estate and ignored the odd looks he got from anyone who looked their way, he kicked his room's door open.

She thought he would open his present first, but no, he was showering her with kisses on her cheeks and neck instead.

She really shouldn't have kissed the corner of his lips. He was already a hot burning fire who would leap at any chance to kiss her and usually she wouldn't encourage it, but it was his birthday - how could she not give at least one kiss.

In her defense, she didn't know she would end up like this - underneath him on his bed as he peppered kisses all over her face and her present sitting prettily forgotten on a nightstand.

"Sa- Satoru," she whispered breathlessly, "what if someone comes in?"

"They'll knock," his lips latched on to her neck.

She bit her lip to stop herself from moaning.

Satoru squeezed her hips.

"You haven't," she tugged on his shirt, "you haven't opened your present."

Satoru smirked, "I'm opening it right now."

His lips trailed up from her neck back to her face as he assaulted her with kisses again.

She giggled, "Satoru!" She gently pushed at his face, "Stop! I should be the one showering you with kisses today."

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with joy behind his glasses. He rolled off of her and leaned his cheek on his hand, "Go on then."

She gently cupped his cheek and softly rubbed her thumb on his soft skin. He leaned against her palm with a hum as his arms moved to wrap around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She pushed his glasses up from his face so she could see his brilliant blue eyes.

Satoru was beautiful. So beautiful.

"I'm waiting," He sang.

She placed a light kiss on his cheek, "How rude," a kiss on his forehead, "of me," a lighter much gentler kiss on his eyelids - his eyes were sensitive after all, "to keep," a kiss on his nose, "my birthday boy," then she grazed her lips against his, "waiting."

Satoru leaned in, but she leaned away from his lips with a smirk dancing on hers.

He absentmindedly chased her, his gaze fixated on her mouth, he whined, "Waiting for months and months and months."

She wrapped her arms around his neck, "I think I've kept you waiting long enough," she ran her fingers through his soft hair, "no?"

"Most definitely."

A sharp tug pulled her into him and crashed their lips together. The pulling sensation stopped as soon as their lips touched and all she could focus on, was on how soft Satoru's lips were on hers. Everything was so plush and warm and soft, even after months of waiting and Satoru being more than a little eager, he was still holding and kissing her so gently. The initial roughness was gone, replaced with heaven.

He was heaven.

Why did she wait so long to finally kiss him? Why did she wait at all that night? Or in the morning, when he was still bloody and he had leaned in to kiss her before he left, why did she stop him then?

They were soulmates. This was always going to happen. The universe would've thrusted them together one way or another, even if she had carried on with her plan to leave Japan and go to school abroad. An invisible string would've always tied her back to him - drawing her to him and him to her.

They were magnetic.

They were inevitable.

They parted and gasped for air. For a split moment her eyes were closed, she could see herself through his gaze - rosy cheeks and smiling, before she opened her eyes to look at him mirroring her expression.

Delighted, she leaned in to kiss him again, but Satoru leaned back, "I'm your boyfriend now, right?" He rubbed their noses together playfully, "For real, real?"

She moved to cup his cheeks with both of her hands, "Always were, 'toru."

Another harsh pull overcame her body as she was pulled impossibly closer to him - Blue, she realized, he was using blue.

She pecked his lips and giggled, "I'm not going anywhere. You don't have to use your curse technique."

Satoru deepened their kiss, "Just making sure, my girl stays near me today." He smiled against her lips, "I get to since it's my birthday and all."

"Don't spoil him too much," someone said at the door, "otherwise, he'll never leave you alone."

They both turned flushed red to see Suguru, with a soft smile on his face, standing at the doorway.

Shoko peeked her head out of Suguru's side, "Are you done?"

Satoru grinned, teeth and all, "Guess who's finally a taken man?"

Suguru and Shoko exchanged a look, "He's definitely never going to shut up about it."

"Definitely." Suguru nodded, "It's no wonder the universe gave him a soulmate, who else would be able to put up with him."

Shoko tilted her head at the girl resting her head on Satoru's shoulder, "You should leave while you still can."

Satoru let out a loud whine, but his soulmate stopped him with a chaste kiss on his cheek, "I would never leave 'toru."

He looked at his friends accusingly, "Yeah!"

They gave themselves another annoyed look - only she could tolerate him.

Suguru shrugged, "At least, I don't have to hear him whine about how he's not your boyfriend yet, and how he wants to kiss you so bad - "

A pillow smacked him right in the head.

Shoko laughed.

Satoru hugged his soulmate closer to him as she playfully smacked his arm, she said, "Satoru!"

Next thing she knew, both boys were on the floor fighting and just as Suguru was going to land a lunch on Satoru's face, his fist rebounded off an invisible wall. Satoru smirked as he extended his infinity to push Suguru off of him and tried to land a punch of his own, but Suguru was quick to react as he summoned a curse to take the brunt of the hit.

Shoko sighed as ______ grumbled at the sight of both of them fighting.

"You can't hit me!" Satoru yelled, "It's my birthday!"

"Like I care!" Suguru shot a curse at him.

Shoko grabbed ______ hand to lead her out of the room and shouted out, "We'll see you both there!"

"Wait - !" A loud smack, "Ow!"

She raised an eyebrow at Shoko, "I thought we were spending his birthday here?"

Shoko shook her head and smirked, "Nah, Gojo just wanted to get you here alone." She whipped out a cigarette from her pocket, "Geto and I crashed. You should've heard the way he was planning this whole week. It was sort of pathetic."

"A plan?"

Shoko hummed, "Mhm," she playfully mimicked Satoru's voice, "Operation: Love Quest!"

Satoru shouted from the door, his eyes shining with betrayal, "Shoko, you promised!"

Suguru laughed beside him and joined in as him and Shoko chanted, "Operation: Love Quest! Operation: Love Quest!"

She couldn't stop the laughter from bubbling out of her, even as Satoru grumbled and pouted like a child the entire day. It wasn't until he was satisfied with the amount of sweets everyone bought him that he stopped jutting out his lower lip.

He was all smiles then, especially when Shoko and Suguru retired for the day and it was just the two of them.

Satoru was quick to kiss her. Rougher than the first time, but still savoring every second their lips were together.

She giggled into the kiss, "Operation: Love Quest?"

This time there was no hint of embarrassment in his face as Satoru smugly smirked, "Well, it worked, didn't it?"

She hummed pleasantly and tugged on his neck to kiss him, "Come on, I got one more present for you."

The bakery wasn't from where they were as they quickly made their way through the crowd of people and walked inside the bakery.

The seats were hung up on the tables and most of the lights were off, but she made her way to the kitchen with ease. She pushed the kitchen doors open to reveal a beautifully adorned baby blue cake and in elegant iced letters: Happy Birthday Satoru.

Geto: you think he's dead???

Part 6: something's made your eyes go cold

Gojo: *in a sugar coma back in his dorm room*

Shoko: probably

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[alleesaur]

Tsuga ref!

A reserved man whose only notable quality is his strange wolf-like head, he is amiable but lacks meaningful connections with others

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Let Me Take Care of You (18+)

requested by @transparentgayprotector: Dead serious, soulmate au, post battle hook up but sweet

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It was always a complete joy to Damian when he got watch his soulmate fight. He understood now that strength was not the ends all and be all of life but he still preened openly at having such a powerful and regal life partner.

Today Damian had the absolute joy of backing his lover up while he fought one of his rogues. Well, technically there were a few of the other bats here but he was clearly the most helpful. They were taking care of any summons the villain attempted to throw at them so that Danny could focus on the main fight. Damian might have resented that but he knew perfectly well how strong Danny was.

It had been a hard fight for all involved at first, until the fool of a rogue realized how completely outclassed they were an how little good their pathetic mobs were actually doing. They had dropped all their summons to focus on Danny and Damian had been able to sit back and enjoy the show of power and force. He wished he had brought some snacks to enjoy the show, perhaps that would keep him from getting so hot under the collar.

Damian could have purred when Danny sent the villain twice his size running. "Welcome back Phantom," Damian greeted, reaching up for Danny as he drifted down to them. "Are you injured?"

"No, don't worry I'm fine," Danny said, resting his hands in Damian's, so pale compared to his own, like holding snow.

"Are you sure? You know I'd feel much better if you let me check," Damian said, pulling Danny down closer to him.

"What? No really I'm okay-" Danny started before Damian yanked him close.

"Please Beloved, take me home," Damian purred in Danny's ear, his voice soft and sultry.

"Oh- Oh, ya of course," Danny said, blushing bright green, it made his star-like freckles stand out all the more on his cheeks. It was adorable, how something so powerful could be so precious Damian would never understand.

He glanced around to make sure there wasn't to much damage as he touched down on the ground and wrapped his arms around Damian's waist. "Thank you all so much for your help, I owe you one!" He said, his voice pitching up just a little when Damian wrapped his arms around Danny's shoulders and nuzzled against his throat.

"Ya, ya you're welcome! Now take him home before he jumps you in front of all of us," Jason teased them, Damian could only grin to himself about how correct Todd was.

"Right, Well, thanks again," Danny said sounding Very flustered before he ripped open a portal and pulled Damian through with him.

Damian was very pleased when they landed directly on the bed, his love knew him so well! Damian got comfortable straddling Danny's waist and kissed him slow and passionate. Damian hummed when Danny cupped his face and kissed back.

Damian saw a bright flash through his eyelids and when he opened his eyes he could see Danny's living skin, warmer and less freckled, his now blue eyes closed and eyebrows scrunched together in adorable concentration as he focused on the kiss. It made Damian's heart swell and the branching scars of Danny's electrification tingle in his chest and down his arm.

Damian broke the kiss and leaned back, unbuttoning Danny's blue shirt, he leaned down and kissed the scar on his chest, from Damian's own death. The lightning scars had long since faded on Danny's living skin but they lived forever on Damian's, the scar on Damian's chest had been overwritten when he was resurrected, but it lived forever on Danny's.

"I love you," Damian murmured against Danny's twisted skin, vulnerable and true.

"I love you too," Danny replied, running his fingers through Damian's hair. He had none of the trouble Damian did when it came to giving and receiving love. Early on in their relationship Damian had almost been jealous of how easily Danny got along with his family, how quickly he let them in and how easily they loved him. He was long since over that now though, he was just grateful that Danny was fated to be his.

Damian made a soft sound of acknowledgment and moved to the edge of the bed to kick off the boots he was still wearing. While he did Danny shrugged off his button down and went to undo his own shoes. Damian tutted and pushed him back down, deft hands undoing the laces of Danny's shoes and pulling them off himself, Danny's socks were too large and came off along with them.

Damian's deft and knife callused fingers curled around the back of Danny's heel, pressing a kiss to his ankle. Danny's breath hitched slightly in his throat, Damian knew that Danny was a King, nearly a god, and how uncomfortable he was with the roll. Danny did not want to be worshiped, at least not in that way, in bed was a different story.

He kissed up Danny's leg, his shin, above his knee, his thigh, then his stomach just above the waist of his jeans. He undid Danny's pants and pushed them down slowly, nuzzling against his hip fondly. Danny watched him, wide eyed and flushed, letting Damian have his way and Oh how Damian loved having his way with such a powerful man.

He chuckled breathlessly when Danny's dick practically jumped free of his underwear once they were pushed down. Danny let out a soft whimper, an eager little sound he simply couldn't hold back. Adorable~

Damian nuzzled the underside of Danny's dick making him gasp and grab the sheets, his other hand flying to Damian's hair. He didn't pull or push, just held on and let Damian do as he pleased, so Damian continued, secure in the knowledge that if he wanted to Danny absolutely could stop him.

Damian let Danny's member slip between his lips, soft and warm as it nudged against the back of his pallet. He hummed contentedly as he drew a moan from his lover. He closed his lips around the engorged flesh and started sucking, his mouth watering as he bobbed his head, his saliva dripping down along the length he couldn't quite fit in his mouth.

He pulled back, letting Danny's dick fall from his mouth with a small pop that made Danny's breath stutter. The sound made him smirk. "Pass me the oil please Love," Damian requested while still slowly stroking Danny's dick.

"Sure," Danny breathed, sitting up and reaching over to the bedside table, scrabbling through the drawer for the body safe oil they used as lube. While he did Damian took the chance to strip the rest of his own clothes.

Danny handed the lube over, his eyes roaming over Damian's body. he smiled and sat back to let Danny look, he knew he was painfully hard as well, but he wasn't thinking about that, too focused on Danny at the moment. He saw the way Danny's pupils dilated when he was planning to pounce and beat him to it, swooping down to kiss the other man and hold him down without any real force.

Damian knew his intention was enough to keep Danny firmly on his back right now. "Let me take care of you," Damian crooned. He straddled Danny's waist and leaned back, bracing one hand on Danny's knee so he had a good view as Damian started to work himself open slowly. He knew he looked good, and it made him feel good being watched like this, to be enjoyed by his lover.

"Fuck, you're so gorgeous," Danny breathed, reaching up slowly enough that Damian could have said no. When he didn't Danny ran his hands over Damian's toned chest and taught stomach, settling for holding his hips and helping hold the angle as Damian tried not to focus to much on his own pleasure.

"Alright," He murmured to himself, letting out a shuddering breath as he pulled out his own fingers once he was lose enough. He shifted down, lining himself up with Danny's cock and holding it carefully with one hand as he lowered himself with a long shuddering moan.

The sound of pleasure Danny let out when he bottomed out inside Damian was particularly inhuman. He'd been self conscious of those little snarls and wails at first but Damian loved them. They made his skin pebble in goose flesh and a shiver run down his spine, a tiny little twist of fear to add spice to his pleasure.

He leaned forward, shifting and swiveling his hips slowly until he found the angle that felt best and most comfortable. Beneath him Danny's breathing came fast and shallow, his grip on Damian's hips turning bruising as he struggled to control himself. Still Damian wasn't actually scared, he knew his beloved would never hurt him.

"Ohhh," he sighed when he found just the right position and quickly pushed himself up so he could sink back down. His moan was pleasant backing vocals for Danny's snarl as he threw his head back. Damian gave a breathless laugh and started riding Danny quickly having just about used up Both of their patience.

He kept his own noises soft, little gasps and moans, not because he needed to but because he wanted to hear Danny. His own pleasure was incidental and inevitable as he worked to draw as many varied noises as he could from his Lover.

"Damian! Damian, I'm going to cum," Danny warmed breathlessly.

"Good, me too," Damian breathed.

Damian let out a startled yelp when Danny sat up quickly, surging up to kiss Damian almost to hard, holding him tight as Damian came, shuddering and collapsing in Danny's arms. Shivering with the odd combination of disgust and delight that came with being covered in and filled with both their orgasmic fluid.

"Straight to the shower?" Danny asked, sounding amused. He knew Damian so well.

"Yes please. Carry me," Damian demanded imperiously for the sole purpose of making Danny laugh. Which it did, even as he did exactly what Damian asked and scooped him up in a bridal carry.

[simpfr]

Im so sorry if this is uploaded late or if it isn’t good enough I’ve been having the most gut wrenching headaches because of my anemia and i also have exams so i can’t be on my phone very often.

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Lieutenant why is ur user so long 😭

 I wish you knew.

Part 2.

His hair was so soft to the touch, it felt like you were running your hand through a billow of clouds that wrapped themselves around your arm as an ethereal feeling was sent throughout your body.

If there was a chance you could steal his hair and use it as your mattress and pillows you would've done it in the blink of an eye...

"Can you turn around so I can how it looks on you?" you asked and he nodded, turning around while avoiding eye contact with you, because...well, in a situation like this you would usually do something devious.

But, this time around you didn't and he looked so adorable. His hair was tied back down into to a loose low ponytail with there still being some hair at the front to not leave his forehead bare as it was his signature style while you added a little heart clip to keep the short front hair from falling out.

The only reason he was doing this was to leave an impression on gayatri, who he recently asked on a date.

They weren't they dating but they became friends a month or two ago and pavitr wanted step it up a bit.

Though, he never said it was a date but instead "a hangout"

Sometimes, you really wanted to stab yourself in the mouth and rip your tongue out.

You were the one who suggested they became friends and you were the one who told him to ask her out at least once in awhile to make her "grow or feel a connection"

Why? you weren't even sure yourself.

You knew she began growing feelings for him as well but instead of keeping them apart, you willingly made them get closer to one another.

who were you to deny his love life? He's been your best friend since the primary school days! you couldn't just snatch his chances of ever finding love out of pure spite.

But once again, ever since the whole 'hangout with gayatri' thing has been going on you've never really hangout or talk to each other as much as you used to.

The only time you would have a conversation would be on WhatsApp where you would text like two random people who just got each other's number.

You weren't sure if it was on purpose or not but you were still glad to be able to see him again, "actually, can you come with me this time?"

What?

"You mean third wheel? Yea, no thanks." as mean as it sounded, who in the right mind would want hear their longtime crush trying to get it on with their friend? Or anyone in that matter.

"I'm not talking about sitting with us! Just like, watch and be there with me for emotional support."

"Why now? you've went on date with her multiple times already haven't you? you didn't even ask me to go with you during your first time!" he sighed before placing his arms on your shoulders. Looking you right in the eye like he used to, but this time he wasn't looking for your reaction instead he wanted you to see his, to take what he had to say seriously.

Taking in a deep breath, he spoke,"I'm planning on confessing today."

....

Oh.

That sentence alone made your heart beat faster from anger as the walls of realization came crashing down on you.

you knew you should've said something.

you knew you should've made a move.

But you didn't, So you couldn't blame him right? It was his heart and he knew who he wanted it belong to.

You couldn't control his fate nor could you control yours, as in the story written by the one you were just meant to be someone who admired him as he admired someone else.

It took everything in you to not break down at that moment as you avoided making eye contact with him, "yea, I'll be there."

He smiled softly before placing a kiss on your forehead, a gesture he has done multiple times that always made you flustered but now you just felt dull.

"We'll be at the regular cafe, okay?" you nodded, waiting for him to leave you alone in his home once again but for a complete different reason.

He gave you one last look before finally living.

Fuck life.

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They talked and laughed, clearly enjoying their time together. But, for some reason his mind was still on you. He knew you were there watching, following his instructions from before but he wanted you near to him, he wanted to see you, to hear you, feel you, everything.

Was his feelings towards you really platonic? I mean, it's not weird to think of your friend as attractive and loveable right?

Should he leave? I mean whats the point on confessing if his mind was on someone else as well?

But he didn't just wanna leave early because of that..

"HELP! SOMEBODY PLEASE!" A citizen yelled as a crowd of gut wrenching screams that slowly started to get louder was followed.

Everyone that was in the cafe began to scatter towards the door making it a struggle for anyone to get through.

Seems like fate decided to choose for him.

Remember how i said everyone went towards the front door? Well, it was everyone except gayatri.

She quickly got up and grabbed pavitr's hand, attempting to lead him towards the back door along with her, but he didn't budge.

"I'm going for y/n. You just get somewhere safe okay?" she looked at him with pure fear and concern in her eyes,"What? She was here?"

Oh right, she didn't know.

"She's smart, she would've left by now and so should we!" she said, trying to pull him again but failed miserably, "You really need to go, gayatri. I'll be fine." he said with his honey tone voice that completely swooed her.

She was hesitant but nodded and left anyway .

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He couldn't see you, he couldn't hear you or sense you anywhere no matter how hard he tried. Everything was fine, everything was resolved and everyone was saved.

Everyone except you.

It wasn't that dangerous of a villan and he was captured, so where were you?

He checked inside your apartment, you weren't there.

Maybe your parents house? No

Your friends houses? Still no.

You weren't answering your phone either, did something happen to you? Did one of the villains minion get to you? But why you? He never slipped up and went to your house in his uniform before. Did they somehow find out his identity? But that's not possible... Maybe It was his hair?...

Sighing on the rooftop of a random, he went towards your apartment one more time thinking that maybe there was a tiny chance you were there and boy was he glad he did.

You were there, not in your room but on the rooftop and just seeing you, alive and okay, lifted a huge weight off his shoulder.

he wasted absolutely no time to start swinging towards you as fast as he could, as if if he didn't capture in less than a minute you would disappear like sand in the wind, jumping and leeching onto you like a cat after his last swing.

"Wha–? Spiderman?"

your voice. He loved your voice so much but it sounded weak and fragile, were you crying?

"Spider man?" you asked again. He wanted to kiss you so bad, to make whatever it was that made you cry go away. Completely oblivious to the fact he was the reason.

Maybe his feelings towards you weren't platonic.

"I love him but I don't wanna."

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Part 3

He forget he spiderman while spidermaning

[liatorii]

Dragon Ezra everyone? :3

[wattice]

Moth drawing 3/3 I think this was my favorite one to do

Pictures of the actual moth under the cut :)

[chibimochii]

“My precious Yaksha, did you miss me during my travels?” Aethers missing voice line to Xiao…in my own canon

Xiaoather… they’ve had my heart since I started playing at the first lantern rite.. ; 7 ;❤️

Finally I got to make them something…uuuu

[multifanderwrites]

Anakin Skywalker x Autistic!Reader (Well… Technically, Writer) Head Canons Part 2 (NSFW)

Part One

[no one asked for this. I don’t care if it’s unnecessary. Just let me have this. I’m happy to introduce you to my friend, the door, if you don’t like it. 😌 TW for panic attacks and body insecurity. DW, Anakin is a sweetheart in bed. I don’t care if it’s not canon. CW: f!recieving oral, unprotected PiV (reader is on birth control, and both participants are up to date on tests. But please, use protection!), Anakin uses the pet name “sweetheart” an egregious amount causing me to have an influx of heart flutters]

Being on the autism spectrum is something that Anakin has never had a problem with. He loves you.

However, the concept of being intimate with him is a little scary for you. Not because Anakin scares you- how can you be scared of him when you can’t stay away from him for long periods of time?

You’re just afraid of what he’ll think of your body, or if he’ll even still want you. Especially when you don’t have any experience with sex.

Well… other than the occasional self pleasure sessions that you have late at night.

Anakin’s never even given you a hickey before.

Today, you decide to push your luck.

It’s a little forward, the way you pose the question… but Anakin is very excited to know that you’re interested in taking a big step in your relationship with him.

However, he can sense that you feel… afraid of being intimate with him. “Y/N, it’s okay if you wanna be celibate forever, you know.” You shake your head. “No?”

You hug him tightly, telling him, “I don’t want you to get bored of me.”

His face falters when he hears that. His arms tighten around you, now feeling increasingly protective of you. “Y/N, I’ve been with you since before the war started. You really think I’d leave just because we haven’t had sex?”

“I… I don’t know,” you reply with a shaky voice.

“Sweetheart, look at me.” When you do, he kisses you softly. When he pulls away, his breath is starting to slow. His voice is quiet, and it sends shivers down your spine. “You’re a fool if you think I’d leave just because of a dumb reason like that.” You can’t help moaning in response to his voice, which is starting to make you wet. “Want me to make you feel good, Y/N? You just say that, and I’ll do whatever you ask.”

You whine softly. “I do. I’m just… scared.”

His eyes soften when he hears that. “No, don’t be scared, my love. Why would you be scared?” He sees the way you’re avoiding eye contact now. Then he senses the pain and sadness in your heart. There’s so much of it. It’s almost enough to make him cry.

“Put your arms around me, sweetheart,” he whispers softly. When you do, he lifts you up and carries you to your bed, gently setting you down on it and lying down next to you. He sighs as he pulls you close and puts your head on his chest. “You don’t love yourself, my star?”, he asks you in a very sad tone.

“Anakin-“

He shakes his head and holds you tight when you start crying. “I’ll do anything to prove that I love you,” he says quietly.

“I’m sorry, Ani.”

“Why would you be sorry? There’s nothing to be sorry about, Y/N,” he says with tears in his eyes. Clearly, the fact that you feel so bad about your body makes him sad because he absolutely loves you.

“I keep leading you on. I don’t wanna lead you on,” you cry softly in his chest.

Anakin doesn’t think that at all. As a matter of fact, he’d rather wait for you to get to a calmer place than rush into sex while you’re still feeling extremely upset.

So, he keeps his arms around you while he leaves kisses on the top of your head. You feel safe in his arms, loving the way he rubs your back to keep you warm.

Almost half an hour later, you finally feel calm enough to rub your clothed crotch against his. Anakin’s breath hitches when he feels your groin pressing against his own, but again… he’d much prefer to take his time to help you feel safe and comfortable with him because of how vulnerable you’re going to be.

“Hold on, sweetheart,” he says as he puts his hands on your hips to stop you. “We’re not gonna rush this.”

“But I need you-“

“I know, but I want this to be good for you. Okay?”

You nod, desperate for him to do something- anything- that’ll help relieve the ache between your legs. “I… what’s first?”

“Do you want me to be on top?”

You nod. You feel as though his body is a blanket, so warm and comforting. “Ani… have you done this before?”, you ask softly as he settles on top of you.

“No, I haven’t. But I’m sure we’ll figure it out as we go,” he says in a velvet like tone. He dips his head down and gently kisses your lips. There’s almost nothing else to think about when he’s kissing you… except for him. He is everything to you, and in turn, you’re everything to him. He is so deeply in love with you, and even if you don’t know why he’s still with you after all this time, it hardly matters. Because now, he’s deepening the kiss, and you allow him to put his tongue in your mouth.

And soon after, he pulls away and starts to kiss your jawline.

And then he’s kissing your neck. You don’t even notice that one of his hands has moved until you feel it brush against the seam of your clothed center. You squirm at the sensation of his middle finger gently rubbing circles around your clit, and then he starts to suck on the sensitive part of your neck. Your hands immediately go to his hair, moaning softly in his ear as he continues to draw those little circles on the fabric covering your heat.

At the sound your voice quietly calling his name, Anakin pulls his head back up. His fingers keep moving, slow but never stopping. The expression on his face is reverent and full of love for you. “Do you like what I’m doing to you, sweetheart?”, he asks you softly. You can’t verbally reply, but you give him a nod to indicate that you’re enjoying what he’s doing to your body right now. He smiles at you, then gives you a kiss on your forehead before he tells you, “I really can’t wait to give you even more of this, my star. You deserve so much of it, this love I have for you. And it’s gonna make you feel so good… even if it’s just for a moment.”

Your heart is beating fast in your chest. The way Anakin is looking at you is almost too much… and yet, you want more from him. And still, his middle finger moves around your clit. “Oh, that’s… good,” you whine softly.

He smirks at those words, drinking in every reaction from you. “Yeah?” He looks down at his hand, then back up at your face. “You want more from me, Y/N, hmm?” You nod, absolutely desperate for him to do anything to help you find that relief. He takes his hand off your center, then cups your face. “I love you,” he tells you. “You know that?”

“Anakin, please do something-“

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m getting there.” He gives you a soft kiss, moving his hands down to the hem of your shirt. He pauses for air to tell you, “Lift your arms, my love.” You do, and he removes your shirt from your body. You feel chills as he touches your exposed skin, stroking your naked sternum as he looks at your body with a smile.

Underneath his gaze, you feel intensely vulnerable… and scared. “I’m not ready for you to see my breasts,” you blurt out when his eyes fall to the undergarment covering them.

His eyes immediately soften as he registers the look on your face: terrified and ready to cry. Anakin sighs and then pulls you into his arms, holding you close to comfort you. “It’s okay, Y/N. If you’re not ready to show me any part of your body, you just tell me. Okay? There’s no pressure.”

You start sobbing in his arms when you hear that. “Thank you,”

He smiles, then pulls back to sit up. “Let me make it even, my star,” he says as he begins to pull off the clothes on his torso.

You’ve seen his naked chest before- you’ve laid on it, cried on it, slept on it- but never in this context. It’s never been in a context this hot, this erotic… this emotional. And Anakin can tell that you’re eager to reach out and feel his chest. So, he gently takes your hand and holds it on the spot where his heart is. As you take in the way that his heart is beating against your palm, Anakin smiles softly and pushes some strands of your hair behind your ear. “Does that feel better, sweetheart?”, he asks softly.

You nod. “Way better.”

“Are you just saying that because you can see my nude chest now?”

“Obviously.” Your voice is shaky, but yes, you feel way more comfortable now that you’re both equally exposed to each other.

He grins and moves back into the position he was in before, kissing your lips softly before kissing your neck again. But then, he goes to your ear and whispers something that makes you shiver: “I wanna kiss you down there, sweetheart.”

You know exactly where he’s referring to… and you feel excited about that concept. “Please, Anakin,” you say quietly.

He smirks, then goes on to kiss your stomach. He looks up at you as he presses his lips against your skin, his gaze filled with love and lust.

When he pulls your pants down, his mouth is watering because of how wet you are right now. He looks up at you with a starved expression as he asks, “Is this all for me, Y/N?”

You whimper in anticipation as you nod. You shut your eyes, feeling intensely vulnerable knowing that your partner is about to eat you out for the very first time. You hope it won’t be the last.

“Uh-uh, sweetheart,” you hear him say, “Open your eyes. I want you to watch me taste you.” When you open your eyes, he has his arms hooked around your thighs. “Look at me. Right into my eyes.”

You do… and that’s when he begins to kiss the crease of your thighs. You feel yourself dripping onto the mattress beneath you… and you start getting wetter as his lips get closer to your core. And then comes the first lick. It’s followed by a kiss… a very wet, warm kiss. You try not to be too loud or react too strongly to his mouth and his lips and his tongue… but that’s just it. He needs you to react to what he’s doing.

Through the Force, Anakin can feel how tense and anxious you’re feeling. It doesn’t sit right with him, so he stops and wipes his mouth before he crawls up to meet you face to face. Before you can even ask him why he stopped, he puts his arms around you and holds you. “Y/N, you don’t have to do this. You know that? I’m not in any rush, sweetheart,” he says in a soft, gentle voice. You tremble as you feel his hand holding the back of your neck, and then you start crying because you’re scared that he’ll get tired of dealing with you. But the truth is that he wants to help you, and he doesn’t care how long it takes to bring you to an easy place.

“I’m sorry, Anakin,” you whimper into his chest.

“It’s all right, my star. You just tell me what you need.”

After a few minutes, you find a bit of strength to say, “I’m still really wet.”

That instantly makes him harder than he already was… and he crawls back in between your legs to continue eating you out. And this time, you’re unable to stop yourself from making sounds.

Anakin’s tongue flicks against your clit in a teasing manner, which causes you to put your hands in his hair and moan. He responds with a groan against your folds, then follows the teasing motion with a slow lick upwards.

The sensation is a little overwhelming, and you gasp in a high pitched manner. This makes him pull back and ask, “Too much?” You nod. “Sorry, sweetheart.”

But he works you up to that point slowly. Then, he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking lightly. You cry out in pleasure at the feeling, your eyes shutting closed as he does the action again.

And while Anakin Skywalker’s mouth is on your core, he speaks to you. “You like this, Y/N?”, “Damn, you taste good, my star.”, “I’m gonna do this to you every chance I get. You want that, sweetheart?”

You can’t respond to him with words because he’s making you feel so, so good. Every action feels better than the one before… and with a final suck on your clit, you come hard. And Anakin laps it all up, and he enjoys the taste of your release.

You’re still catching your breath when you smell yourself… coming from Anakin’s breath. You open your eyes to see him getting ready to kiss you. Immediately, you turn your head away to stop him from pressing his dirty lips against your own. The action confuses your partner, and it even hurts him a bit. “Are you okay, Y/N?”

“Please wash your mouth? I really don’t want an infection,” you say with a frightened voice.

Whatever hurt Anakin was feeling is quickly gone. He smiles as he gets up and goes to the restroom to disinfect his mouth. It’s a few minutes before he comes back and puts his arms around you, holding you tight and kissing the top of your head.

He pulls back with a soft smile on his face as he takes your cheek in his palm. “You still want me, sweetheart?”, he asks in a silky tone.

You practically cling to him like your life depends on it. “Please.”

“All right. Give me a second,” he says before he stands and begins to take his pants off. The minute you see his cock… you panic. How is it supposed to fit inside you?! It’s not monstrously huge… but it’s an impressive size.

You feel like the world is caving in on you now, not even noticing that Anakin has moved to take your shoulders and try to get your attention because now you’re actually having a panic attack.

The thoughts of all the things that could go wrong are so loud, and you can’t hear your partner’s kind voice telling you to look at him; you can’t hear him telling you to take slow, deep breaths. But then you feel his lips gently touching your own, followed by his hands on your cheeks as he pulls away. Your eyes are wet with tears, and your breath is still laboring from the panic attack.

But Anakin’s here to help you- still rock hard, but that’s not important right now. What’s important is getting you back to a calm place, and bringing your breath to normal. “That’s it, Y/N,” he tells you softly. “Just keep breathing, nice and slow. It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry, Anakin,” you say as you try to hold back sobs.

He shakes his head and wipes away your tears with his thumb. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for, sweetheart. I completely understand if you’re having second thoughts-“

“It’s not that.”

Anakin tilts his head, then asks, “What is it then?”

You sigh and confess, “I think I might be too small for you.”

He can’t help but smirk. “Lay down,” he whispers. And then, he pushes your legs apart. With three fingers, he stretches you out to prepare you for his cock. The look on his face tells you everything: he’s really looking forward to being inside you, and even more excited to give you the love you’ve always deserved.

[I'm not sorry for the images this conjures up. 😌]

And when you’re all stretched out, Anakin gets on top of you again. Slowly, gently, carefully… he places his cock inside of you. You both moan in unison as he settles in your core. “Oh, that’s good,” he murmurs to himself. That’s when he remembers that he forgot to ask you something really, really important: “Are you on any birth control?”

“Yes.” And that reminds you: “Were you tested for anything?”

He nods. “You?” You nod. And then… he looks at you with a seductive expression. “Just relax and let me take care of you, sweetheart,” he tells you softly. His hips start moving back and forth slowly. He kisses you, his arms around you now. Every movement elicits a moan from you, and he enjoys each sound. Not only does it turn him on, he also finds it endearing.

“Anakin… I love you,” you moan as you look into his eyes, feeling every thrust.

He kisses your lips softly and replies, “I love you too, my star.” Kissing down your neck, he adds, “You feel so good around me.”

You’re sure you’re dripping onto the sheets below… and now, with what Anakin just told you, it’s probably a lot more wet.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he says in the voice that often summons butterflies in your stomach… and they always seem to fly very low. [shut up. I love Nerdy Prudes Must Die. Okay? Fuck off] “So, so beautiful.”

He sucks on your neck, holding you tight in his arms while you moan. There’s not much that you can say right now, only his name and how much you love him. Oh, how you love him. This gorgeous man, a Jedi, and he’s your partner… your other half.

Anakin stops nipping at your neck and speaks to you. "You're so tight, Y/N. You feel so fucking good. I don't know how long I'm gonna last, but I'll try my best." He presses his lips on yours before he continues talking. "You're so fucking beautiful, sweetheart. Such a shame you don't love yourself the way I love you. Kriff, I love you, Y/N."

You gasp in a high pitched manner when you feel his hips moving a little faster. Every move is incredible. You honestly don't know what you were so afraid of. This feels amazing- Wait... what is that smell? Was it you that farted? Never mind. Best not to dwell on it. Besides, it's definitely normal for that stuff to happen... according to the average sex ed course.

There's not much else to think about, just Anakin Skywalker and his cock. And his face. And his eyes. And how gently he kisses you when you moan his name. "Does that feel good, my star?", he asks you softly.

"Yes, Anakin," you just barely manage to answer.

"Am I making you feel good, sweetheart?"

"So good, Ani," you sob softly.

Tenderly, he moves a strand of hair away from your eyes. "Y/N, you are the greatest thing that ever happened to me," he whispers as he thrusts even faster. "I love you more than anything. And I am so happy you're letting me do this to you. And I want you to know that you deserve to feel this good. And I'm gonna make sure you feel good every day for the rest of your life, and mine."

Those words, and the constant moving in your core, bring you to tears. Anakin always seems to wear his heart on his sleeve... but this just takes the cake. "I hope I can do that too, Anakin," you manage to reply.

He laughs and says, "You already are." He brings a hand down and gently begins to rub your clit in slow circles. "'Just you being here is enough, sweetheart." You gasp as you feel his cock moving a lot faster, and the circles on your clit get faster too. "You feeling okay?", he asks softly.

You nod, wishing you had the words to describe how incredible it feels to be physically loved by him.

"Good," Anakin whispers softly before kissing your lips. You're not quite sure how long it's been since you started, but you know one thing: you never want this to end.

But all good things must come to an end, you see. Stars burn out, suns set... but life goes on. And when the end arrives... it arrives in the form of you and Anakin having a simultaneous orgasm. While you clench around his cock, it pulses inside you, releasing his seed. It's warm, thick... but it's all inside you. All you can hear is Anakin's groaning as his thrusts slow. Your bodies are covered in sweat from all the sexual activity, and Anakin's breathing is heavy.

Reluctantly, he pulls his cock out of your core, taking a minute to observe the white liquid coming out of you. He smirks as he brushes the pad of his thumb over your inner folds, coming into contact with your clit- still extremely sensitive. You gasp when you feel his touch... then again when he strokes down. You nearly lose your mind when he does this a third time, and you're slightly annoyed. "Stop!", you cry out sharply. Immediately, Anakin jerks his hand away from your core, a sad expression on his face. The look in his eyes makes you feel bad for yelling at him, so you mumble, "Sorry."

He shakes his head and hovers over your face, softly kissing your left temple. "Don't be, sweetheart," he whispers tenderly.

You feel a little awkward now, but then, you kiss him.

He kisses back, then pulls away. "We better get this mess cleaned up," he says with a light grin.

Anakin is very gentle when he helps you wash up. He's careful not to look at your breasts, opting to focus on your back instead of the front. You do the front yourself... though it's hard to focus when you feel him trailing soft kisses on your shoulder. It's less passionate, more affectionate... as though he's afraid you'll melt away in the bathtub, and that's purely based on the way that he wraps his arms around your waist and holds your stomach.

While you wash your hair, Anakin doesn't stop dropping these soft kisses. He breathes into the shell of your ear as he whispers, "I can't stop thinking about your perfect body, Y/N."

You can't help but shake your head, immediately unhappy with the way he just described you. "I'm not perfect, Anakin," you murmur.

Big mistake. Anakin holds you even tighter, pulls your body closer to him. He hushes you before you can say anything else. "Of course you are, sweetheart," he says. You stay quiet when he praises you even further, even though you don't believe a word he says. Yet still, he loves you. And he's incredibly protective of you. When you start to cry, he holds you even tighter. “I’m right here, my love. I won’t let you go. How could I let you go after all this time with you?” There’s a tenderness in his voice, and even more tenderness in the way he’s holding you. All this affection… and it’s for you.

You both dry off with warm towels, getting into comfortable clothes for bed- Anakin insisted on changing the sheets himself because... of course he did. Oh, and obviously he's got no shirt on.

Your head rests on his chest, and he runs his fingers through your hair. Anakin has a smile on his face as he holds you in his arms. He's still thinking about how good it felt to be inside you... and he knows for a fact that he desperately wants to make love to you again.

"I love you, my star," he whispers to you when you close your eyes.

And no surprise: you dream of Anakin, and how good he made you feel. Not just physically, of course. But he genuinely makes you feel happy, and safe, and loved.

[uhhhh... this took way too long to write. lmao]

[bloodlustngore]

Ask her out, Jareau - Jennifer Jareau

Another fluffy oneshot that has kinda been sat in my drafts since last month (are you surprised at this point, its me) and I'm finally uploading it. Is it proof-read? No. Should it of been? Probably. But oh well 🤷‍♀️

Penelope & Emily tease JJ about her crush on Y/n, who had been on the team for a year now. When both women tease her about it, JJ gives in. But Y/n already knows JJ has a crush on her, well more like she had a hunch, and would've caved in if JJ didn't any time soon.

This one was silly I know! I'll probs end up writing a part two to this :)

JJ had this crush on Y/n since the first few months the young woman joined the team. And it's been a year now, thinking that it was just a silly crush, but no.

The blonde had never really had a crush on women, well there was these silly crushes in Highschool, college, university, but she never acted on them. So for JJ, this was nerve racking. Especially when Y/n, was this beautiful, funny, caring & badass agent. That didn't help. And those butterflies she felt whenever she smiled at her, or they touched. It overwhelmed JJ with so many feelings, all positive though.

"Hey, JJ are you okay?" The blonde woman was snapped out of her thoughts, when she noticed Y/n stood in front of her desk, in her office. A cup of coffee in her hand. "Uh, yeah. This for me?" JJ questioned with a smile.

Y/n gave JJ a smile back, and the blonde swore her heart skipped a beat. "Yeah, of course gotta fuel my favourite agent" she chuckled. "Thank you." JJ added, taking the cup of coffee from Y/n and taking a sip.

"Just how I like it to".

"Of course Jayje only the best" Y/n added, giving JJ another smile. God, she was so pretty. "I'm finishing up a report for the previous case, but if you need me I'll be out here as usual".

"Okay, I'll be in here if you need me" JJ mentioned. With that they said their byes for now, and Y/n walked out of JJ' office with a smile.

"What's got you all smiling" Of, course Derek would want to know just so he could tease her about it. But Y/n wasn't about to let him know. "Wouldn't you like to know, Derek" she chuckled.

"Yeah I would actually" Derek chuckled, teasing her again. "Not happening" Y/n added, rolling her eyes.

"Oh cmon Princess gimme something."

"Uhm, no." A knock was heard at JJ' office, she sat up a little startled at the sudden knock but composed herself when Emily and Penelope walked in. "What's up you two?" JJ asked. Penelope giving her the 'I know something' grin. Emily giving JJ a small smile, folding her arms in front of her chest. "What's up with us? What's up with you and Y/n?" Penelope spoke, enthusiastically.

"What? What do you mean by that Pen? We're fine." JJ added, she knew what Penelope was hinting at, but she didn't want to admit it. "I tried to stop her, but now I'm curious" Emily chuckled.

JJ leaned back on the chair and rolled her eyes. "Jayje don't play the 'I don't know what you mean' card. Because you do." Penelope added.

"But I don't" JJ shrugged.

"Yes. You. Do."

"No Pen I don't."

JJ doesn't do the whole date a co-worker thing, well atleast that's what she thought until she met Y/n. She could make an exception for her, any day. "Oh for gods sake JJ, will you just ask Y/n on a date?" Penelope replied, Emily was amused by this, watching as the blonde woman went from confident to flustered, just over the mention of Y/n.

But JJ had quickly composed herself "okay first of all I'm pretty sure Y/n likes me as a friend, second I've never dated another woman, let alone kissed one." JJ mentioned. And to that Emily rolled her eyes with a slight laugh.

"First of all JJ, have you really never noticed the way Y/n looks at you with such adoration and love. Secondly Y/n is in love with you, it's obvious trust me. And you've never kissed a girl? Okay. Until now." Emily added, amused but also trying to be a wing woman for her friend. "You guys shouldn't be encouraging me" JJ mentions. Penelope went from giving her a confused look to a grin. "And why not?" Penelope asks. Before JJ could even speak Penelope spoke again. "Is it because its working?" She giggled.

"No?" JJ lied, this was in fact working. Its not that she didn't want to ask Y/n on a date, because of course she did. But also the fact they work together, and despite Emily saying that she knows Y/n likes her back, JJ still doesn't have it in her to ask or tell Y/n how she really feels. But if these two keep pushing her, she just might. "That was a lie, JJ, and you know it. You turned it into a question rather than a straight forward answer" Emily added, sounding serious.

Damn it, profilers.

"Its just that we work together, what if it gets complicated?" Another excuse. Not that JJ was too worried about that. Because they both know how to act preofessional during work hours. "Maybe. Right now you've gotta ask her on a date. Work is almost finished, since we have no case today." Emily replied, with a chuckle.

"If you and Y/n can flirt during work hours and remain professional, then you two can still do that while in a relationship during work hours". Okay Pen and Emily had points, The two women could work it out between them, when it gets complicated. But then, JJ was also scared to lose Y/n if shes wrong about this. Jennifer rolled her eyes "We don't flirt" but not even she was convincing enough. "Sure you don't" Emily chuckled.

"So, are you gonna ask her?" Emily asked.

"Right here, right now?!" JJ exclaimed, they were all still at work. The blonde would rather do this when shes alone with Y/n. Although, she may never do so unless pushed like she is now. "Go out there, get her in here and ask her alone." Penelope cheers. That moment JJ stands up from the chair, smirking to herself "fuck it I guess" she chuckles. Emily and Penelope silently cheer, as they leave JJ' office and go back to whatever they were doing beforehand.

JJ leaned against her opened door frame, adoring Y/n from afar for a few minutes. Y/n let out a small laugh at a joke Derek had just said, JJ loved Y/n' laugh she thought it was the most prettiest laugh shes ever heard, along with her smile. She took a deep breathe then exhaled.

"Hey Jayje, you okay?" Y/n caught her attention, the blonde must have zoned out for longer than she thought. JJ let out a nervous laugh "yeah, sorry I was staring."

"I don't mind if its you staring, beautiful" Y/n complimented. Making JJ' heart skip another beat. Thats when all her confidence seemed to have left her body. And her first instinct was to run away from this, but she couldn't run away from her feelings, not anymore. "You don't seem okay, come on we'll talk in your office." Y/n reached for JJ' hand and the blonde took it without hesitation. Both women could feel eyes on them, but that all stopped when JJ closed the door behind them.

"Whats bothering you JJ?" Y/n just came right out and said it, JJ sat on her desk in front of the h/c woman, and sighed. "I like this woman, and I've never really felt the way I do about this woman for any other. I've had silly crushes, which I thought this was, but over time its procressed and I don't even know if she likes me back. I'd be terrible in that sort of realtionship though beause I've never been with another woman, or even kissed one" JJ explained, she never once mentioned that Y/n was this woman.

Y/n smiled, she inched closer to the blonde in front of her, looking down slightly as she was stood up. Tucking some loose strands of JJ' hair behind her ear. JJ relaxed into her touch almost immedietely. "Well I'm sure if you tell this woman how you feel, then they'd be happy to reciprocate and show you" Y/n took a small step back, she bit her lip. As if she knew something that JJ didn't.

"Do you know something I don't?" JJ asked curiously, as she stood up from sitting on the desk, approaching Y/n. "No, I have no clue what you're on about?" Y/n chuckled, shrugging her shoulders.

"No, you know something." JJ added.

"No, I really don't" Y/n smirked, she was about to cave in herself, if JJ didn't any time soon. The urge to kiss the blonde woman in front of her was getting even stronger than it already was. "I don't believe you for a second Y/n, what do you know?" JJ asked, raising an eyebrow at Y/n. Who swore right then and there that she was about to cave in.

That was until...JJ had caved in already. Grabbing Y/n, turning her around and backing her up against the desk, Y/n had to sit down on it for balance. Their lips ghosting over each others. "I knew you liked me back" Y/n smirked.

"Wait- you knew? And you like me back that way?" JJ asked, confused. "Why didn't you say anything?" she then added.

"Because I was waiting for you, to see if I was right. Now are you going to kiss me?" JJ felt a bit nervous, of course she would. But without anymore sighing or hesitation, she crashed her lips against Y/n', JJ leaned forwards slightly as Y/n kissed back, her hands around the back of JJ' neck. JJ rested one hand on the desk beside Y/n, and the other on Y/n' thigh. This all just felt natural, felt right, and JJ no longer felt nervous.

Y/n bit JJ' bottom lip slightly as she pulled away. "Wow" JJ breathed out.

"Can I kiss you again?"

"You don't need to ask JJ" Y/n smirked, this time Y/n took charge of the kiss, tongues clashing, but JJ gave in and let Y/n win this one. Y/n standing up, but never breaking the kiss, turning JJ around, sitting her on the desk this time. Y/n eventually broke the kiss, as things got a little more heated, but the blonde woman followed her, kissing her again quickly. "Whoa there tiger, we don't wanna get caught at work" Y/n chuckled. JJ laughed along with her.

"How was that for your first kiss...actually more like make out with a woman?" Y/n asked. "Better than I imagined" JJ replied, no hesitation, because that was true, it was a whole lot better.

"Do you want to go out on a date later?" The blonde woman mentioned.

"I thought you'd never ask Jareau, of course. We have a hour of work left, see you later?" Y/n added. "Oh no, not so fast, you can bring the case report you need to finish in here. Then I'll drive you home" JJ chuckled, not wanting to be away from Y/n for the last hour, especially after those kisses. "Okay, okay whatever you want ma'am" Y/n added, instantly surrendering.

The two women smirking at each other before Y/n left to grab the case report. Both were excited for later, JJ was probably more nervous than Y/n though.

[navnae]

During the summer when Corroded Coffin would tour it was the best thing that could happen for everyone involved. Eddie brought up the amazing idea that since it was so hot in several states the band could get water guns to spray water at the fans and even give some out to pass to the people in the back. Steve also thought that it would be cool for all of them to sign a few of the summer items they were giving out to the fans. Every show was the fans spraying Eddie with the passes out water guns while he was singing and it was just the cutest thing. Steve would go on stage spraying the crowd back when Eddie would be too busy performing. After the show Steve and Eddie would share a sweet kiss and talk about how amazing it is they get enjoy the summer with the fans.

[cherry-pop-elf]

Late Night Cutie Pie

Newt Scamander X Knight Bus Worker! Reader

((Can be read as platonic))

While working on the bus, a famous little face pops itself into the open doors. A sweetheart that’s been stressed out of his mind, and you do what you do best. Help those in need. Along with show you might have a talent for Nifflers, on top of a talent for flustering Magizoologists

Warnings: very adorable fluff, tooth rotting fluff, fluster newt, newt being painfully adorable, and of course TEDDY SHENANIGANS

“Ooooo we got a celebrity joining us tonight-!” You heard you coworker, a talking head, shout to you. You wondered who that could be, as you finished tidying up the beds. Ready for whatever lost soul is needing a good rest. Pillows fluffed, blankets laid out, and wheels oiled to keep people from flying.

“Oh no no. Im not celebrity-“ A almost timid voice would speak, as you hurried down from the upper floor. Once your shoes hit the ground, your eyes went wide with who they landed on. A man in a blue jacket, fluffy hair, and a suit case in hand. Newt Scamander. In the flesh.

“No way-“ You whispered, before those big blue eyes were on you. He gave a shy little wave, before rummaging in his pocket. Pulling out his ticket, and snapping you back to reality. As instinct, you were quick to sort it out. Not even needing to look at your hands, as you kept them on him. Snip, snap, POP, done!

“Normally we never pry, but uh. What’s a guy like you doing on a bus like ours-?” You asked. You were a Knight Bus Worker. You had to be social, after all. So being direct with people, no matter the face, is an important skill to have. One that was leaving him embarrassed.

“Well, seems you know who I am. Guess you can kinda put two and two together. Not many people trust that I’ll keep my friends under control.” He admits, with a smile that said it hurt him. They were animals. Not their fault after all. You won’t lie, though. It’s touching how he would simply turn those people away. Compared to following their rules, and leaving his friends behind.

“I mean, we’ve had the shadiest people come on here. Better to have Hippogriff shit on the bed than human shit. Least with a bird like that, you know they couldn’t help it.” You would put, rather bluntly, which had him smile. Knowing he wouldn’t be a burden to anyone on the bus, given you were being very direct with him. Compared to sugar coating, or babying him because of his Hufflepuff nature. People tended to do that, and even he was getting annoyed. A welcome change it was.

“I’ll take you to the upper floor, so you can have more room. Not a lot of people go up there, because of motion sickness. So you’ll have plenty of room to stretch your legs-!” You comforted, as you were making his night. A place to actually rest, and work with his care. You were just his angel. He wanted to hug you so badly, and you can tell with his arms tensing. Once a Hufflepuff, always a Hufflepuff.

“Bring it in-“ You reassured, and he nearly lifted you off the ground. Made you wheeze, but you couldn’t deny it. Hufflepuffs gave the best hugs. Not many people liked to treat you more than part of the bus, so it was a very nice change. Felt good to get a hug.

“Truly, I am so grateful. Be nice to sleep in a bed for a while. Not to say I do not enjoy nature, but we all live in certain environments for a reason after all." The older man said, when he finally set you free. Must be so hard, world traveling. Maybe he was home sick, so he was back in England for a while. Maybe animals were in need. Who knows! You just know he needed rest.

"Come on up then." You would escort him to the second floor of the double decker bus, and would lead him to a freshly made bed. You also made sure the frame was secure, wheels smooth, anything that could cause issues in his stay. Just wanting him to get some rest. As you did, you were not aware of Newt having a panic attack behind you. The moment you turned; he quickly hid his suitcase. Smiling big, with eyes darting everywhere.

"Doing alright? Seem a bit shaken, what's up?" You asked, as he keeps his nervous smile. A tug at his collar, before his eyes were now staring at something behind you. That made you raise a brow, before you slowly turned around. Just as you did, something jumped on you. You gave a shout, before you were tumbling into the once Hufflepuff. Both of you crashing to the ground.

"TEDDY-! NO! WEVE BEEN OVER THIS-!" You heard him shout, as you were helped up. Now you had a niffler choking you out, given he was dangling off your lanyard. Now knowing it was a niffler, you weren't upset. Your lanyard had many shiny pins and buttons. It can't be helped.

"Aw, you want a pin?" You cooed, as you soon scooped the little gremlin into your arms. Him still holding the lanyard, as Newt calmed down. Surprised to see Teddy calm as well. Just looking up at you with those big eyes. Sparkling with desire. You knew what to do, given many a child has ridden the bus. For one reason or another.

"Here is a nice shiny pin, all for you." You smiled, as you rummaged in your pocket. Soon you had a pin in hand, designed to look like the knight bus. With glittery windows, that made it sparkle like stars. That had the niffler let go of the lanyard, and make grabby hands for the pin. Into his tiny hands it went, and he hugged it tightly. A little chirp of happiness, before it went into his pouch. Safe and sound. Now he was satisfied, for the time being.

"Amazing..." Newt whispered, before he would take Teddy back. The little guy was quick to pull the new possession out, and showed it to his dad. Newt gave a 'ooo' and his eyes sparkled all the same. Just like a father, to a toddler. Melted your heart, to see a bond. How he kissed Teddy's head, and he gave chirps of joy.

"You have a talent for animals, I can see it clear as day. Teddy is always a handful, but like that you had it under control. No panic, and quick to find a solution. Amazing." He praised you, resulting a heavy blush on your face. What a praise and honor it was. Newt Scamander, praising your skills.

"Toddlers and nifflers are basically the same thing." You brushed off, before the bus was quick to make its sharp stop. You didnt move a inch, of course, but the father and son went flying. You winced, when Newt slammed into the window. He did, however, made sure to keep teddy wrapped around his arms. Pressed into his chest, so that the little thing suffered as little damage as possible. Such a pure soul.

"There is a reason we have complinetry sleeping potions and pain killers. Check the bedside table, back to work I go!" You waved goodbye, with Teddy waving bye as well. Since his dad was busy with new back pain.

Just like how it always was. Taking tickets, escorting newbies, comforting lost children, punching a drunk here and there. A typical night for the bus. As it was getting closer to the end of your shift, you would go and check on the famous celebrity. Up the stairs, and to the second floor.

There he was. His brief case locked to the bed frame, with an enchanted chain, and his coat hung up. His face pressed into the pillow, showing his knocked out face. Drooling, in a much needed rest. All the while little Teddy was snuggled close to his father. His face tucked under the man’s chin, and tiny hands hugging his dress shirt close. Safe, under the man’s arm.

You would sneak over, and make sure the blanket was pulled high enough for him and Teddy. Poor souls needed it. You wouldn’t be surprised if he would spend a few nights here. As if you would complain. The company would be needed, and who knows. Maybe a Pest Control guy would be needed. Sure get wild animagi coming in sometimes.

With Newt tucked in, and adjusting the pillow for Teddy, you would return down the stairs. All to be teased by that talking head for growing overly friendly with the celebrity. All it took was a flick, and he was spinning. That had you laugh, as you stretched.

Never a dull night, on that bus.

[somekindofsheepl]

Happy 6/16 :)

[dromaeo-sauridae]

i actually did it, all in order too

-promethean unicorn

-bear (actually closely related to the canines, more like a very large solitary wolf)

-flightless pegasus. not part of promethea

-bird (trust me)

(note that these are all drafts and might change in the future)

[itzampella]

Before I go to bed, watch over my cat for me please :]

She doesn't bite unless she wants affection

[itsyagurlchip]

٠ ˚ ※ ๋࣭ ᯓ⚝ ⋆ .˚✰Scent Fantasies ٠ ˚ ※ ๋࣭ ᯓ⚝ ⋆ .˚✰

✰⋆⁺warnings: fem reader (!) reader is a cat yokai(!) fluff(!) odd actions(!) if you can call it odd(!) cussing prolly(!) idk i wasn't keeping track!)

✰⋆ I just wanted to be gay for a min okay? (*chokes on raph ice cream thingy*) it's super short, but heartfelt. Btw if you want a better ref, reader is sorta like a golden retriever person; bc thats how i feel everytime i see april on screen. I hope you enjoy ❤️❤️

✰⋆⁺ You reminisce through the smells and sight of that damned thing. Luckily this is a normal thing and you definitely weren't embarrassed by the end of it.

You were searching through April's closet searching for one thing, and one thing only. It was sacred to you, no one knew what power it had over your emotions. This item could- Oh, there it is!

That oversized hoodie. The first one you ever created for her. The fabrics were expensive, the design was a bit cheesy, but April loved it all the same.

She didn't care about the amount of hearts you out on the breast pocket. She absolutely loved that black cat, sown into that forest-green background. She hadn't minded that you changed the boring white hoodie aglets to shiney neo chrome ones.

You carefully brushed your claws over it, minding to avoid creating holes in it.

And the whole thing just smells like the wash and perfume she uses. You snatched the poor thing from its hanger and stuffed it to your face. Using muscle memory, you walked towards her bed and plopped yourself right on top.

You could tell it was worn, by the dingyness at the ends of the sleeves, the pilling around the cuffs.

April, with her beautiful smile, would wear this for her sad days. Or even when she wasn't shy enough, she'd do so on public dates.

God- her smile. It just does something to you that you could never explain into better and enough words. Nothing could ever compare to how that girl made you felt. Your tail swished back and forth, sticking high in the air.

The way she talked, or the way she walked. How her lips quirk upwards at a horrible pun, or how her feet step to the beat of a song as she sits in a chair.

Whenever she talked to you, or when she pecked you to sleep. Where her hands were as you kissed, or when she held your face lovingly. You took another breath in and held the hoodie tighter.

You couldn't help but kick your feet, helplessly falling in love all over again. Your chest thrumbled out a pathetic giggle, your smile getting wider by the millisecond.

Hearing the door open, you slowly lift your head towards the person this whole thing was about! April chuckled at your doped out face, your wiggly smile, the occasional jiggle or kick your body would give.

"Hey baby girl, you okay? ha- you look dizzy" She smiled softly, looking down at you.

All you could do was nod, before promptly failing to keep your head up any longer. You hummed deeply, spoiled by the smell of the hoodie. April reached down to touch your head, helping you (somehow?) relax even more.

Not even a second later your were nuzzling your hand and purring like crazy. Suddenly, you pounced on her, taking her by hip, and nuzzling her chest. Your tail was curling around one of her arms.

April, despite being on her back, pulled you closer. She noticed how blissed out you seemed. The dilation of your pupils, the way you sighed so lovingly, how your fur seemed to relax even further with every brush of her hand.

ah.

"You got stuck in those scent fantasies, huh?" You nodded quickly, a mewl spilling out, looks like you rendered yourself non-verbal. "If you wanna cuddle just ask- okay?"

Its like weren't even hearing her, she could tell. It was always hard to snatch you from those clouds, but April never minded.

After all, she loved you just as much.

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