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You Can Read Me Anything Part 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“There we go,” he whispers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Astarion stops and she keeps on walking.

“To what?” he says.

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not a lie, actually.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tav’s cheeks go pink to red.

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

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

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

I want to go down on you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“See you later,” he says. “Lover.”

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

Right?

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

---

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

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

He does.

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

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

It’s not.

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

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

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

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

The doe blinks at him and takes a step closer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Astarion positively grins, his pointed teeth showing through.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He flicks his tongue right over her clit.

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

But he does flick again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She licks her bottom lip.

She nods.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He blinks at her. “What?”

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

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

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

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

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

He blinks again.

He’s very into it, actually.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, that’s too good.

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

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

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

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

Astarion groans.

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

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

Words, words, words, where are his words?

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

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

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

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

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

Her pulse, oh, gods.

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

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

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

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

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

Another future-him problem.

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

“I bet you do,” he says breathily.

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

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

Oh, hells.

He likes her.

#astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion smut #astarion x tav #astarion x female tav #astarion x f!tav #bg3 #kitten writes #lol idk I'm so sleepy please enjoy

[yanderu-deredere]

chew.

★ you get really drunk but that's okay! despite these strangers being a bunch of guys you just randomly met, you trust them! they'd never do anything to you! at least, nothing you don't want!

a/n: was gunna work on the third part of the slasher yanderes but actually the werewolf yanderes did so well that i wrote this dirty rag i pass off as smut instead also lowkey one of my fav yandere blogs followed me becos of the werewolf fic sooo i have to write this LOL

important: for everyone that read the first part, i HEAVILY added some stuff so please re-read that before coming over here and reading this so it makes sense

also also this is the smut scene and theyre all men so please don't be gross in the notes or in my inbox about like butt stuff cus like they're men and they have butts idk what to tell you. one of the warnings is heavy ass play.

and please don't report my post becos that's literally so petty and rude and uncalled for, especially since it's properly tagged and censored (is that the right word? you know what i mean)

part one (bite.) ★ part two ★ (here) ★ extras (bite and chew.) ★ extras (taste) ★ part three ★ (swallow.) ★ part four (digest.)

pairing: poly werewolves x male reader word count: 3589

general warning: reader is cheating, bottom reader has male parts and pronouns, reader is implied to be attracted to both genders, reader is definitely under the influence of alcohol, yanderes may be under the influence of the moon? real wildt, biphobia becos leonard assumed reader is straight, polyam ending (all three with reader)

sexual warnings: very dubious consent, descriptive ass play, leonard is a power bottom, one hard spank, reader is fucked and gets fucked, voyeurism because mel watches a little

You felt yourself start to get sleepy. It only made sense, after all. Your stomach was full, you had your fill of alcohol and, now, you had a great time with your new friends.

Before you could drift off, though, a scene in the movie the four of you decided on caught your eye.

It was some angsty romance about a girl who moved to a new town and was caught between choosing two werewolves or a vampire as a lover. You had heard of it but never really watched it.

You think it was because your girlfriend trashed it all the time?

Shows what she knew since you ended up really enjoying it. The cinematography was great, the actors and actresses were all great and the plot was typical for the genre but still interesting.

What you hadn't expected was that it just had full blown porn as one of the scenes.

You watched as one of the werewolves pushed the girl into the male locker room? Felt illegal but you stored that in the back of your mind. The other werewolf was already in there and caught her.

They sandwiched her in between the two of them and started making out, their hands hurriedly stripping her clothes as she watched them swap spit.

You couldn't help it. There was something about the, emmm, artistic filming of the two rugged men kissing that had your cock twitching in your pants.

With wide eyes, you continued to watch them strip her and start fucking her in the middle of the male locker rooms. Something about marking her as theirs or something? Making her their mate? Covering her in their scent?

This was so wild and what was even more wild was that your cock was steadily getting harder as you continued to observe them basically make a meal out of her body and impale her on their cocks.

You felt a breath against your ear "What, you like?"

You pretty much jumped in your seat, your hand clapping over your ear as you snapped to look at Leonard who smirked wolfishly at you, chuckling at your probably scared expression.

You just scoffed at him, pushing him away "I may have a girlfriend but I'm not blind."

My cock isn't either. You wanted to add. You'd never denied your attraction to men and women. Just because you were with a woman didn't stop you from ogling at men.

"Wait, really." Leonard was leaning against you again, trying to peer at your face to see if you were being serious "I thought you were just one of those poser straight guys that flirted platonically but would go 'Ohh, but like, I'm not gay or anything' and deny it."

You were really offended by his insinuation but decided to give him the benefit of your doubt "It's whatever. I'm attracted to both men and women."

You expected him to leave it at that but, suddenly, he smirked even more, looking quite pleased with himself "Oh, really?"

Then, he took you by the wrist and pressed it to his dick. You could feel it, even over his jogging pants, how hard and stiff and big it was.

He leaned forward, lips ghosting your ears "You know you made it like this."

"M-Me?" Your fingers twitched, unsure whether you wanted to pull your hand away or tease him through his clothes.

You felt his hips jolt up desperately to meet your palm and you looked down to see him tenting. Just seeing how hard he was and feeling it were two different things.

Seeing it and feeling it made it feel more real, made it feel like you should do something about it.

Distantly, you heard Mel say Leonard's name in a warning tone but you were simply too focused on the fact that you gave such a beautiful man like Leonard such an obvious hardon.

Then, Leonard was suddenly growling like an animal and pushing your hand away. You felt both relieved and disappointed, thinking that was that. Maybe Mel didn't want him doing anything?

You were dead wrong. Instead, Leonard was taking off his shirt and kicking off both his pants and his briefs.

"Gods, I've been waiting for your dumb fucking ass to make a move and fuck me all night." Leonard huffed, rolling his pretty blue eyes. "You're just as oblivious as you are gorgeous."

Another distant warning tone from Mel that you would've listened to but you just couldn't find any space in your brain to do anything but watch, mesmerized, as Leonard undressed.

You would take a few more moments to observe how handsome he looked without his glasses if it weren't for the fact that his cock, all pale and pink and girthy, curving up to his belly button, took all your attention.

"Hey, eyes up here, moron." Leonard tried again before kneeling in front of you and, finally, just taking your face into his hands and pulling you into a sloppy kiss.

It was absolutely filthy. His mouth was open, tongue practically fucking your mouth and coaxing your tongue to play, like he was trying to eat you alive or something.

It made you feel so light-headed, like you just couldn't think.

No thoughts passed through your head. You kissed him back. Your brain was empty. He pressed forward and your back bowed, trying to accommodate his body as you guys made out, chest to chest, his cock pressed against your clothed torso.

You could feel the wet spot on your shirt that his pre-cum made.

Then, just as suddenly as he started, Leonard was pulling away. Your eyes were unfocused for a second, like you didn't know where you were, like he sucked out your brain.

The first thing you noticed were how blue his eyes were, almost like they were the sky. They were so clear, so beautiful, just like the rest of him. Then, he was pulling away even more, taking the pillow on your lap with him.

You were still very drunk. Surprisingly, the kiss did nothing to sober you up. So, honestly, your broken train of thought didn't track that he would bend over for you.

In fact, part of you had thought (and slightly hoped) that he would've ripped your clothes off and bent you over.

Instead, he took your pillow and hugged it to his chest as he fisted his cock and bent to show you his cute round butt.

It was an ass you'd more than love to fuck, if you were being honest.

The biggest surprise wasn't his ass, however. A good looking guy like him? It was expected that his ass looked good too.

No, the biggest surprise was what was already in his ass. Nestled between his ass cheeks was a pink glass butt plug in the shape of a rose.

The rose was big enough that it pushed his ass cheeks apart and the glass was translucent enough so you could see the ring of his ass struggle to accommodate the rest of the plug.

You couldn't even imagine how he would've looked like, taking the butt plug in. Or how he would look when you slowly took it out of him.

But, then, you remembered.

You had a girlfriend that was waiting for you back at the bonfire. Or, maybe, not at the bonfire but definitely at home. Or, maybe, not at home because she never liked visiting you at your place but--

It didn't matter. All that mattered was, no matter how shitty she was, you had a girlfriend and fucking Leonard's adorable shapely ass was considered cheating.

"Fuck, c'mon, take it out and just stick your cock in." Leonard groaned, pushing his ass towards you even more. When he did, it made the plug in him stick out a little, pushing it out a little before sucking it back in.

You groaned too, palming your dick through your pants, unsure of what to do. Looking at him like that, watching him desperately holding the base of his dick, offering himself off like he was a man possessed, did something to you.

"I-I can't--" You tried to valiantly say no but he whimpered, all helplessly and soft, like he'd die if you didn't help him out, even just a little.

You sighed before deciding to acquiesce a little by grabbing the base of the toy and slowly pulling it out. You watched as his walls seemed to protest, trying to suck it back in, before finally letting go.

"Please, more." He moaned so prettily when it popped right out, all loud and high-pitched.

You turned to Mel, a look of desperation like he was the only one that could help you. Instead of help, you were met with the sight of Mel cradling Isamu in his lap.

Mel was still fully clothed but Isamu was completely naked from the waist down. Isamu's back was against Mel's chest, his cock in Mel's fist, completely hard, flushing dark brown-red at the tip and leaking so much pre-cum.

You hadn't even realised that the two of them had started getting it on behind you

Just watching them made you dizzy

You didn't think Mel was even paying attention to you for a second but, as soon as your eyes were on them, Mel's eyes snapped to you like he was hyper aware of you and you swore his eyes were glowing.

He was looking at you in a way that made you feel so small, that made you feel like a rabbit in front of a pack of wolves.

And he certainly looked wolfish, the way his sharp teeth marked Isamu's neck up, leaving bruises and bitemarks all over his tan skin, the way his eyes glared, all predator, none of that polite man that welcomed you in his home left.

You felt a shiver go down your spine.

You wanted to run away but you felt rooted in place.

You saw Mel's mouth move but whether he was mouthing something to Isamu or just mouthing at his neck, you couldn't tell. All you could hear was your heart beating in your ears.

From the corner of your eyes, you could see Isamu's hips jerk hard into Mel's fist but Mel's fist was absolutely immovable. HIs entire demeanor seemed unwavering, like a steadfast predator who'd chase you down to the ends of the Earth.

The entire thing both mortified you and absolutely turned you on and you didn't know why.

"Hey! What the fuck! Hello, someone's ass is right in front of you?" Leonard started whacking your thigh with his free hand, his ass wiggling around again as if that would entice you.

You were pulled away from your thoughts and you turned back to him, sigh leaving your lips again. You knew Mel would be no help and Isamu looked like his brain was leaking out of his cock.

"Okay, okay, compromise." Leonard looked at you over his shoulder, desperation clear on his face.

It made him look surprisingly pathetic but also incredibly cute, especially with that adorable red flush to his face and the way he was staring at you with puppy eyes.

"Just the tip. The tip is all I need. Just an inch and I'll jerk myself off." He tried convincing you and, though you knew cheating was cheating, you couldn't help but feel just a bit sorry for him.

At least, it made sense in your absolutely alcohol drunk head.

"Fine." You stood, taking everything from the waist down off and piling it on top of Leonard's things. "Goddamnit, fine."

Leonard practically squealed "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

You nodded, positioning yourself behind him. He whimpered almost excitedly, shifting a little to position himself better. You spread his ass cheeks with your thumbs, testing his ass to see if the two of you needed any lube.

Surprisingly, he'd used so much silicone lube with the butt plug that some of it was still dribbling out.

You moved the head of your cock to press against his ass, pushing it in just a little. And, oh god, did it feel good. Leonard definitely already prepped himself and he was sucking you in so good.

"Shit." You huffed out, eyes screwing shut as you gripped his ass tighter in your hands "Just the tip. Just the tip."

You heard him babble agreements but, honestly, the words you were saying were mostly for yourself.

"Gunna jerk myself off. Gunna cum while I squeeze the tip of your fucking cock." Leonard moaned as he pushed himself back as much as you would allow him "Need you to jerk yourself off too. Need you to cum inside me. Please? Please?"

You nodded, unsure if he was looking at you because you still had your eyes shut. You were sure if you looked at him even a little bit, you'd bust a nut immediately.

You let go of one of his ass cheeks to grip the base of your cock, getting ready to either jerk yourself off or hold it to prevent yourself from coming.

Before you could do either, you felt someone slap your ass. The force of it pushed you forward and you were suddenly bent over Leonard, your cock much deeper into his ass than you were planning.

You moaned, both from the sting of pain on your ass and from Leonard's ass milking your cock. The only thing that prevented the whole thing from going in was your fist.

Hell, the only thing preventing you from cumming was your fist.

"What bad boys, leaving 'Samu out." Mel muttered behind you.

You didn't know what he looked like or what he was doing. You were too busy moaning, your hand on Leonard's ass gripping it like a lifeline, your forehead resting on the nape of his neck.

"Shit, shit, shit." Leonard so eloquently replied, his ass humping back against you "Move, you fuck head! Shit! Ohhh, your cock feels sooo good, baby."

You moaned again, unable to take Leonard's dirty talking in conjunction with his ass just strangling your dick as you tried to stay as still as possible.

As a way to placate him, you shifted your head, your lips brushing against his neck before your teeth nipped at his skin and started leaving hickeys.

"Oooh, fuck, baby." You heard a squirt before, suddenly, Leonard's hand sounded like it was jerking his own cock off with lube.

Was that Leonard's hand? Where'd he get lube?

The thought had barely entered your mind before there was another squirt and then you felt the cold chill of lube between your own ass cheeks.

Wait--

You looked over your shoulder to see Mel, looking down at you with that same piercing gaze in his eyes. This time, his mouth was stretched into a predatory grin, teeth too sharp and mouth too wide.

"Ya' know, 'Samu was feeling lonely." He told you matter-of-factly like that meant something but it wasn't Isamu that was pulling your ass cheeks apart.

Your eyes flickered around and, quickly, you spotted Isamu right beside Mel, cock in his hand, a dark flush on his entire face as he watched you and Leonard, mesmerised by the entire scene.

Before you could ask if you did anything to offend him, you felt one of Mel's thumbs start prodding at your ass and you groaned, your back bowing, your chest pressing against Leonard's chest and your hips pushing forward to get away.

Of course, since your cock was inside Leonard, it meant you were pushing more of it into him. Not that he was complaining. He was just babbling out obscenities, happy to take your cock as he jerked himself off.

"Now, now." Mel licked his lips, pulling you just a tad closer (and making Leonard complain a little) before pushing more of his thumb in "We need to make sure you're properly prepped to take Isamu."

"W-Why?" You stuttered out, cheeks feeling hot at the thought of taking that monster cock in your ass.

That had to count as double penetration and double cheating, right?

"You don't want to help him out?" Mel frowned at you and the disappointment on his face (however fake a part of you said it was) made your heart ache.

So, of course, you nodded and Mel smiled again, all wolfish and mischievous, obviously pleased with your answer.

He slowly fed more of his thumb into your ass, stretching it a bit more and pushing at your walls. You just took it obediently, your hips stilled by his strong calloused hands.

Then, when he thought you had enough of his thumb, he slowly took it out before replacing it with his fingers. That was definitely much thicker.

He started with one, which was easy to take. But then two felt impossible, especially when he started scissoring them, pushing your walls apart and forcing your ass to take it without moving your hips.

You whimpered and whined the entire time.

You think maybe Leonard came sometime while you were getting fingered but also maybe not because he continued fucking his own fist and desperately trying to hump your dick.

You still kept your hand on the base of your cock, trying your hardest to save that last handful of inches as if it would make a difference.

"What a good boy." Mel pressed a kiss to your lower back as he fucked his fingers in and out of you, the squelch of it just as obscene as the way your ass clenched and unclenched around his fingers

Then, finally, he pulled them out and didn't thrust them back in "I think you're ready for 'Samu's cock, don't you?"

You shook your head but you were too overwhelmed to really say anything else. The words just wouldn't come to your head. It seemed they just ignored your silent protest because Mel and Isamu switched spots swiftly.

Isamu put the blunt head of his dick to your ass and, before you could say anything, he was pushing in. And, god, he was absolutely hefty. Your hips were already trying their hardest to push forward, to get away, to do something against the stretch of it all.

"It's okay, you can do it, darling." Mel comforted you, his sticky hand rubbing up and down your back.

Isamu didn't seem to pay you any mind, absolutely enamoured by how your ass felt around him. He just kept going, pushing more and more in.

Probably the only thing stopping him from just pushing it all in one thrust was Mel's other hand on his lower stomach, reminding him to go slow.

Finally, after what felt like forever, his hips met your ass and you didn't feel like your guts were going to come out of your mouth anymore.

You sighed, relieved, only to cry out when you felt him pulling out and it was like he was taking everything with him.

There was another squirt of lube and then the second push in was much smoother but it didn't make it feel any less like he was carving his way into your guts.

"Give him your hand, darling." Mel suddenly ordered you when Isamu's hips met your ass again.

You complied, letting go of Leonard's ass so you could reach behind you and offer it to Isamu.

Isamu took your wrist and gave the inside of it a kiss before biting down. You screamed, of course, but you didn't think he bit hard enough to draw blood.

"I-Isamu?" You whimpered, looking over your shoulder at him with tears prickling your eyes.

Isamu just pressed gentle kisses to his bitemark and apologised. That was when you realised that the embarrassed shy flushed look on his face was gone, replaced with an almost feral determined shine in his eyes.

You couldn't even question him. You couldn't even open your mouth before he was drawing his hips back and fucking you with abandon.

You leaned your forehead against the nape of Leonard's neck again, moans and whimpers and whines leaving your lips as you felt Isamu fuck you with abandon.

Your grip on your cock tightened even more as you felt that familiar coil of heat in your stomach.

Then, without you noticing, you felt someone's lips against your ear. Mel? You couldn't tell, your brain felt like it was melting

"Give me your other hand too, darling."

You obeyed without even thinking and, with one hard thrust from Isamu, you were fully sheathed in Leonard. Immediately, you came spilling into Leonard's ass and Leonard moaned like a porn star when he felt it.

"I-- Hah! Uwah, came! I came! Wait-- I-- Hah, wait-- I, hah--" You panted, huffing and moaning as your toes curled and your body bended, plastering itself against Leonard.

Instead of stopping, Isamu just pressed himself tighter against you until the three of you were as close to each other as could be, Isamu's hips still jack rabbiting into yours, his cock pistoning in and out of you, causing your hips to fuck your cock (which should've been softening but was surprisingly still hard) in and out of Leonard.

Mel smirked, your hand in his, watching the three of you, a satisfied expression on his face. He pressed a kiss to your knuckles before wrapping your fingers around his cock.

Oh, how cute, you couldn't even wrap it entirely around. That was fine, he would come easily around your fingers. Just knowing it was you was enough to make him cum, after all.

Add the fact that now he knew you were theirs? Well, he'd cum in a couple pumps, no problem.

#yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere #oc x reader #male oc #male werewolf x reader #werewolf oc x reader #werewolf x reader #melchior #isamu #leonard #chaptered #alcohol tw #dubious consent tw #male darling

[cometsama]

"It's a hassle" vs "It's more efficient" childhood friends AU

Pairing: Nagi x gn!reader (could be platonic but I'm in my Nagi brainrot era lmao)

You guys have been attached at the hip since you met at daycare despite your opposing worldviews

Half your interactions are basically you trying to convince him that doing something now would save him effort in the long run, thus making it less bothersome overall. You probably use more brain power trying to convince him than actually doing the thing lmao

The results are generally pretty 50/50 tho until Nagi starts falling for you, then it starts heavily skewing in your favour

When he realised he fell for you, it hit him like a sledgehammer. He was out of it for days lmao

Your feelings for him probably slowly crept up to you. However, it took ages for you to realise cuz you were more focused on other things.

If you're shorter than him and can't reach something, he WILL give you a piggy back because it's "less bothersome to let you get what you want than to accidentally get the wrong thing on your behalf"

Bitch please it's one extra arm movement 😭😭😭 he just enjoys the physical contact lol mah boi touched starved frfr

You guy can definitely hold a conversation through eye contact and nothing else. Nagi is too lazy to lift a finger and you think it's convenient to be able to communicate without speaking

So sometimes your arguments are just 🌝🌚🌝🌚🌝🌚

Idk I'm hella sleepy rn but I think this would make a pretty great manager au, especially if you moved away before high school and mostly kept in contact with him over text. For plot reasons :)

#comet has a thought #bllk x reader #bllk x you #blue lock #bllk hc #bllk headcanons #bllk nagi #nagi seishiro #nagi x reader #nagi x you #nagi x y/n #blue lock au #bllk au

[damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog]

Wow I just read your recent story and it's so good! 🤩

If it's okay, can I also request something? 😗👉👈 if your requests are now closed, just disregard this.

But basically, I just wanted to know your take on Ominis and MC's first ever fight. Maybe while they're still Hogwarts students or as a married couple, and why they fought in the first place. Maybe jealously? Or Ominis' family trying to arrange his marriage? Idk, it's your call! 🥰 thank you so much!

Thank you so much, I'm so glad you enjoyed it! I had a lot of fun writing it. I had such a great weekend filled with answering really fun asks and fic requests, I’m really happy you decided to send this. :)

OOH THE DRAMA~ I’ve thought about this quite a bit. For Isabel and Ominis in particular, they had their tiffs in school when they were both dumb teenagers, but never anything truly major. Their first true fight was shortly after they were married. I’m glad I finally got an ask that pushed me to stop putting this off.

I’m still hesitant to use Isabel’s name in stories, I know it can be understandably off-putting to read someone else’s MC name in a ship-based story like this, so I’m continuing the tradition of using “MC.” :)

In the Name of Love

AO3 Link

MC learns about a deal Ominis struck to keep the Gaunts from finding them again

Ominis x fem!MC

SFW

MC and Ominis have an argument, that's it that's the post lol. Mention of Crucio being used and its effects.

Word count: 2,131

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MC and Ominis had spent the past few days in a haze of perfect happiness in their new home. Each morning, they awoke next to one another and wondered if it was a dream. Sleepy, affectionate touches turned to blissful lovemaking, and the pair would eventually leave their cozy nest for a late breakfast before spending the rest of the day at each other’s side. When evening came, they would find themselves back in bed, curled up in the safety and comfort of each other’s arms.

The real world was gradually creeping back into their lives, however, and they knew they could not spend every day thinking only of each other forever; the world would not stop for two newlywed lovers mere days into their marriage.

It had been a warm, sunny June day when the two had finished a particularly late breakfast. A sleek owl darted in through an open window and, with a perfunctory flap, dropped a letter on the coffee table where the pair were happily chatting over post-breakfast tea in the drawing room. The owl perched on the edge of the table and looked expectantly between the envelope, MC and Ominis. Confused, MC tried to shoo it off, but it snapped at her and looked down again at the letter.

“It seems the sender didn’t want you to ignore their letter,” Ominis commented nonchalantly. “It must be quite important if their owl wants to confirm you’ve read it.”

“Surly little beast.” MC glared at the owl as she leaned forward to take the letter, and the owl ruffled its feathers as it glared back. MC turned the envelope over and stopped.

“It’s a Ministry of Magic seal... What could they possibly want from us?” MC muttered while opening the envelope and pulling out two pieces of paper. Beside her, Ominis froze.

“Dear Ominis and MC,” she began aloud, “per our verbal agreement on the sixth of June, 1895, your protection has begun immediately. Henceforth, please expect owls at any time of day or night, as your responsibilities are of the utmost importance and urgency. We understand, per our conversation, that you will be conducting your own business during daylight hours. While we make every effort to accommodate, we cannot guarantee a total lack of conflicts. Any failure to respond appropriately to official Ministry requests will result in immediate termination of your protection. Attached, please find details on your first assignment. For every assignment, Ministry officers will be awaiting you at the prescribed location and time to assist in answering questions and providing further instruction. We look forward to a mutually beneficial working relationship. Kindly destroy this letter upon receipt. Regards, Ministry of Magic, Department of Magical Law Enforcement.”

MC barely noticed the owl make an inconvenienced screech before it flapped out the open window. She frowned in confusion. “Protection? And why was this supposed agreement the day before our wedding? Unless…”

MC turned to look at Ominis with a deeply worried expression. He had somehow turned even paler than normal. “Ominis… what happened that night?”

“Do you not remember?” Ominis replied faintly.

“It was awful… I remember the both of us being kidnapped by your family,” MC replied, her voice growing quiet. Reflexively, she moved closer to Ominis’ comforting presence as she struggled to recall the flashes of still images her mind had not blocked from that night. “I remember your mother threatening me, and then… that must have been when you said she cursed me. I don’t remember anything more... Ominis, what happened?” She asked again, more desperate.

Ominis hung his head and turned away. His icy blue eyes were even more distant than usual. His next words were almost stammered as he nervously recounted that night. “I thought you knew... Your screams—Merlin, I have never heard a worse sound in my life. I knew the pain you were feeling, and I could not bear to stand by and let it happen a second time. I did the only thing I could think to do: I took you and ran. I made it to the Ministry—floo powder, I believe; some details are difficult for even me to remember... I talked to the first auror I found and told her what had happened. She agreed to help until she learned who was hunting us. She suddenly grew quiet and refused to help. She even dared to say there was no substantive proof you were the victim of an unforgivable curse. Eventually I found myself in the office of a higher-up of sorts—Merlin, I never even got his name. He had heard of you and the fact you saved Hogwarts with your ancient magic abilities and was interested. I hated that he thought only of your ancient magic. I convinced him to protect us from my family, but he demanded we return the favor and help the Ministry with whatever tasks the aurors are too overwhelmed to address.”

MC stared into space, a small frown on her face as she processed the torrent of words from her husband. Finally, she looked up at him.

"I... why? And why did you not ask me about this?" she asked, the pain and confusion abundant in her voice.

Ominis took a deep, shaky breath. "My family may not be wealthy anymore, but they are still well-connected—a few of them are likely somewhere in the Ministry. If word got out that the Ministry was actively meddling in Gaunt family affairs, well, I can only imagine how that confrontation would go…" Ominis searched for her hand resting on the couch next to him and held it in both of his hands. "And anyway, you were completely unresponsive. I tried to ask you how you were feeling, but you didn't say anything. The medics at the Ministry told me you were pale as a ghost.”

Ominis paused and drew another uneven breath, apparently collecting himself. “You were in shock, darling. Anyone would be after a Cruciatus curse. But I apologize. I should have reminded you what happened there at the Ministry office.”

MC's voice slowly rose. "You used my ancient magic as a bargaining chip? How are you any better than that Ministry officer? And now we owe the Ministry a large debt—and it sounds as if it was not the most legitimate agreement, either. Whether you had told me the day after or next week, the fact of the matter is that I was not part of a decision that has dramatically changed both our lives.”

MC shifted, and Ominis felt an infinitesimal attempt to slip her hand from his grasp. His heart faltered for half a moment.

"It was the only thing I could think of. I don't want you to ever have to go through something like that in the future. I cannot bear the thought of ever hearing you under that curse again." Ominis’ voice quieted, but it had little effect.

MC huffed and stood up, leaving Ominis’ hands empty on the couch. "Could it not have waited until I could at least give my consent? I have to face the consequences of your decision too, you know. We could have come up with a solution together—we could have discussed it as a couple."

"Then what do you propose we do to keep my family away from you—from us both? And what about our future children?" Ominis glared, hurt. "What could just the two of us do against the entire House of Gaunt, who are now enraged that an outsider would dare marry their defiant son?"

"That very ancient magic you gambled has gotten us out of countless situations," MC snapped.

"You don't understand their power, MC," Ominis protested sharply. "We have fought poachers, backwoods dark wizards and a small, disorganized goblin army in the safety of Hogwarts Valley. The power of my family, however undeserved, has been honed as long as Hogwarts has existed. I couldn't risk another minute of them following us and finding you. I had to make a decision for us both. Between more criminals and my family, the Ministry's offer seemed the lesser of two evils.”

MC gave a sharp, exasperated sigh and paced the room. "I can fend for myself, Ominis. We don't know how they would have fared against my abilities."

"And I hope we never find out," Ominis nearly shouted. "Have you forgotten that you were kidnapped by Rookwood shortly after starting school? What about your close brush with death fending off Ranrok? Professor Fig died protecting you.”

Just as quickly as Ominis felt his temper flare, it cooled again and his voice grew gentler. “MC, you are incredibly powerful, and I am constantly in awe of your abilities, but you do not understand the Gaunts' ability to hurt and kill. The fact that my mother alone caught you off guard does not bode well."

Ominis knew the silence that followed was anything but good. He slowly opened his mouth, but MC spoke before he could ask about what she was thinking.

"This is the same quarrel we had countless times in school—it mattered not if I went out puffskein-catching or saved Hogwarts; you argued I was getting into too much trouble and guarded me like a mother hen. Why do you insist on being overprotective and making these decisions for me?"

"Because I love you," Ominis blurted, his voice defeated. His brows knit together and tears welled in his eyes. MC stopped and stared at him.

“I love you so dearly,” Ominis continued, “and I won't stand by and let you endanger your very life for people like my family. I could never live with myself if I risked your safety by allowing them near you again."

With a sigh, Ominis stood and gently picked up his wand. He walked to the door and stopped before turning back towards MC, who remained inscrutably still and silent. "You are the strongest person I have ever met. You are fearless and protective, and I have always admired your bravery. That is precisely why I feel the need to defend you in return. I cannot simply let you die or be hurt needlessly if I can help it—and certainly not by my own family. I don't know what I would do if I lost your laughter or your loving embrace. Waking up to a half-empty bed every morning would break me. I need you.”

The soft, mournful smile that spread across Ominis’ face reminded MC of the same smile he often wore in school when they first met. “I’m sorry I made such an overwhelming decision without you, and I understand why you are upset about it. I’m sorry I did not tell you sooner. I won’t tell you how to feel. I only ask that you hear me when I tell you why I did it: I cannot risk losing the love of my life."

Ominis had nearly crossed the threshold when MC called out to him.

"Ominis, wait," she said gently. "Come here."

Ominis turned and hesitantly moved towards her. She took his free hand in hers and sat down, guiding him to sit beside her.

"Thank you," she murmured with a sigh. "I am still not pleased about this situation, but I am grateful to know that this is the reason why we are in it. And... I am very thankful you care so much for me. I shouldn't take your love for granted. For that, I am sorry."

"I care for you more than I could ever describe," Ominis replied, voice breaking as he tried to smile. "My family is not worth any risk to your life. I do mean it when I say I need you; I need your happiness. Even if you were to reject me and run off with someone else, I could at least take solace in knowing you were happy. But if you were to die, I would have nothing."

Ominis sniffled quietly and stroked MC's hands with his thumb. She looked between their hands and his downward-cast face and withdrew her hands. When Ominis' face turned upwards in question, she drew him into a tight embrace.

"Thank you," she whispered. Ominis slowly wrapped his arms around her in return and sighed deeply before tenderly kissing the side of her head.

"I'm your husband. You willingly chose me, but you don't deserve what my family did to you that night. I'll always protect you to my dying breath. I love you."

"I love you too.” MC’s voice wavered when Ominis gently squeezed her, and he smiled when he felt her try to clandestinely wipe away a tear.

“We will make this work. I believe someone close to me once said that whatever lies ahead, we must face it together."

"I couldn't agree more," Ominis smiled.

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #hogwarts legacy fanfic #requests #...damn it I did not think about the title until after I hit post. Now im gonna have the Supremes song stuck in my head >:( #IM SORRY I had to make some edits after I left out some details that were really really bugging me lol :( #Isabel Greymoore

[lloydfrontera]

I was wondering what's wrong with alicia in the sequel i mean isn't her and lloyd's situation the same as verkis and his wife? With verkis a lazy bum and his wife diligent and hardworking (housewife) as described in the tged novel?

well. i think. there's a couple things i could point out about it. i suppose.

just because something's been done before doesn't mean it's good lol like yeah maybe it's similar to something that's happened before but that doesn't really make it,,, better tho

cheongi and alicia are completely different characters both in background, personality, motivations, etc. like. they couldn't be farther apart from one another. cheongi is a peasant girl from joseon era korea. she's been taking care of her ill father since she was tiny. she's physically incapable of taking a rest when there's stuff to be done because that's all she's known her entire life. berkis has to force her to take a rest because she will make herself ill by working too hard. alicia is,,, a noble. the queen at that. yeah, she worked hard to get to the throne but even when she was last in line she was still an heir to the crown. she's diligent yes, but she's always had people serving her in one way or another. she's not the one that does the work of another person, she's the person that has people working for her. hell that's literally what made her take interest in lloyd in the first place! that she wanted him to work for her! she wanted to squeeze the last bit of use out of him! does this sound like a woman who would do her husband's work for him while he lazes around??

and also related to that last point cheongi isn't doing berkis' job lol she's doing her own thing! if anything berkis would love for his wife to slow down a little and laze around with him. please he's so sleepy just five decades more-

and finally! cheongi actively makes berkis less lazy than he naturally is! you'd think getting married to cheongi would've ensured berkis never have to do anything ever again but you'd be wrong! cheongi coming to his life increased the amount of work berkis had to do and also gave him one extra reason to worry about what's going on with the world outside of his naps. spoilers for the sequel but cheongi literally dropped berkis off at rakiel's so he could put him to work. this woman is not only not doing her husband's work for him she's literally the reason he wakes up every morning to do tasks much to his horror ajksdhjka

so. yeah. diligent wife and lazy husband works for cheongi and berkis because their personalities, backstory and relationship allow it and actually make sense for them. it does not for lloyd and alicia imo

BUT again. this is just me! maybe i'm wrong. maybe i'm just biased against alloyd and that's why i don't like it! it's very possible bk moon just made an off-hand comment to make a joke and i'm reading far too much into it idk! you're completely free to enjoy that dynamic if you like it nonnie! i'm literally no one to say it's wrong!

#hey i got an ask #Anonymous #tged #the greatest estate developer #tged spoilers #cpsm spoilers #i became the dragon king's chef #alicia magentano #lloyd frontera #sim cheong #berkis #god. i need a tag for when its just. all the novels all at once jaksdaf #crown prince sells medicine #cpsm

[dumbdomb]

evil conversion through unholy baptism after many attempts to summon the deity of lust

idk this took a turn towards the end lol

cuffing your arms so you can't reach me after you've fallen asleep with your legs open and no undies under your shorts... i can't help myself from wanting to kiss you there, to use you how i please, and not have you pushing me away like last time. carefully and easily securing your restraints before kneeling in front of you. pulling your shorts to the side as my heart races, breathing you in- so close and unaware. pressing my soft lips against you, slow and gentle, again and again. kissing you as you sleep... my face blushing as i finally allow myself to open my mouth and let my warm tongue taste you. tracing and gliding over every part that is getting harder. i need you more and decide to pull off your shorts, you barely move- still sound asleep, and now vulnerable. i quickly resume kissing you, losing myself in your scent and the increasing heat between us. touching myself as i makeout with your exposed warmth. my hasty tongue lapping and sucking at you, feeling you get harder in my mouth, and how wet my undies are from loving the most intimate parts of your vessel. it feels dizzying, surrounded by soft skin and both of us becoming more aroused. i can't help myself from grabbing your thighs, reaching up and rubbing my hands all over your body. the excitement surging through me, feeling my cock twitch and my nipples tingle at the sound of you moaning- finally you're waking up! trying to close your thighs, unaware of what's happening, being pushed back down and handled firmly. you struggle to open your eyes, only to see me thoroughly enjoying your body's pleasure. i can feel how much you want me, coming on my tongue in your sleepy confusion. moaning for more before you notice i'm already on top and ready to give you everything i've been feeling. i want to hear you moan again, watch your lashes flutter and eyes roll back. fighting against the restraints every time you forget they're there, literally coming to your senses with every thrust. please forgive me, i had to... you were sleeping and you looked so pretty, i just wanted to kiss you and- i couldn't stop myself. i had to have you, please, oh fuck it feels so good. pushing my fingers in your mouth and mindlessly covering your face with my wet hand, using your body for stability before pounding harder to get myself off. fucking you faster, while listening to the sounds you make for me. ruining an innocent nap by chaining you up, using you like a toy. overstimulating us both as you try to press against me, trying to give me something while i'm zoned out on top of you. you're such a good thing, it would only be right to release you from bondage and receive my just penance. my angel, please don't let my sin consume us both… my insatiable desire to have you like this. oh, my dearest love. i have heard your prayer and now your worship and service may truly begin. my lover, my muse, my favourite human. pray to me now and become new, my darling one. embrace your truth and accept this new power

20+ to like and rb

#somno nsft #cnc dom #blasphemy kink #queer nsft #dark kinks #please #sadistic #dom bottom #incubi #succubi #terato #domb brain

[having-conniptions]

Love In The Air episode 11 live reaction under the cut (long post)

We're gonna get a kiss in this episode aaaaaaaa

Hahaha the way he gently rejected her

Namtan is so underrated lol she's an icon

"I'll tell you what I wanna eat if you can fly to Beijing to buy it today" listen Sky I appreciate you going full sugar baby princess mode but it's not good for the environment

Prapai is so whipped we love to see it

Hahaha what an entrance Rain

The good old paper roll bonk, Sky you mean to tell us you don't have siblings but do the most sibling thing ever?

Pai being questionable again... telling Joy that he and Sky are a couple and asking her for a key card to Sky's room...

Sleepy baby Sky too sleepy to be tsundere

"It's fading. What do I do?" PLEASE WHY IS HE SO CUTE that's like sooooo close to a confessio

THE WAY I GASPED WHEN THEY FINALLY KISSED yeah if I was Prapai I wouldn't have been able to hold back in that moment either omg the softness of it all

WHAAAAAT WTF THAT WAS JUST IN PAI'S HEAD?? boy I feel u

Also that kiss was exquisite lemme rewind

But yeah Sky is way too sleepy rn

The hand kiss aaaaaaa

The cheek kiss AAAAAA

...huh? Sky calling Prapai and telling him to come over?

HAHAHAHA HE CALLED HIM TO ASK HIM FOR HELP WITH HIS HOMEWORK boyyyy we both know you just wanted an excuse to see him

SKY'S SHIRT SAYS "MORE THAN FRIENDS LESS THAN LOVERS" boiiii u ain't subtle

THE WAY HE JUST KISSED HIM AND PAI MANAGED TO STAY MAD??? bruh u should have melted like a normal person

Whaaaaat why is Sky being so cute he's not even trying to be a tsundere anymore

He has literally given in this was him basically going "actually I do want to kiss you" this is everything Pai wanted... yet Pai can't accept it bc he's gotta sulk a little more xD

Now that Prapai is being cold Sky is absolutely falling over himself

Very smooth of Pai to just go to sleep in Sky's bed and fall asleep before Sky can kick him out... but he still looks mad even while sleeping

Homoerotic bike sharing ftw

I absolutely LOVE Pai's surprised face when Sky kisses him it's too good

Awwwwww Rain's gushing about Phayu and Sky is thinking about Prapai... <3

HAHAHAHA "P'Phayu is not the only one who's cool and handsome and the best" OH YEAH SKY WHO ELSE? CARE TO SHARE WITH THE CLASS?

"This is bad." Oh no babyyy he's still scared to get hurt (because obviously falling in love doesn't miraculously undo trauma)

Pai in that gray tanktop? Yes please.

Lmao he's deleting numbers of old hookups

Omg it's a wind pin that's so cute

"Go clean the bathroom" HAHAHA HE IS AWARE OF THE POWER HE HOLDS OVER PAI AND HE HAS NONPROBLEM USING IT

Wait is he doing this so he has an excuse to kiss him again as "payment" because while it does sound kinda cute I think he needs to stop viewing intimacy as a currency

Ok maybe he's doing it as a test or to drive him away

The way I GASPED bc Sky has gone back to his old "he's only doing all this because he wants to fuck me" way of thinking nooo babyyy

"I sound like a dick" congrats Pai you finally realized hahahaha

HUH???? Welcome to another round of "does Sky actually want this or is he doing what he thinks is expected of him?"

Idk all of this strikes me as so utterly unromantic and I'm so confused that I can't even enjoy it... "please get bored of me soon" HUH???

The kiss that Prapai imagined gave me 100x more butterflies than this...

And now he's thinking "please don't get bored of me" ? I'm so confused

"I slept with you so you'd stop pestering me" uh... for real or is he just being a tsundere again? Bc I feel like he hasn't fully admitted to himself that he actually likes Prapai (even though he secretly knows he does) which makes all of this rather uncomfortable to watch

Ok he's teasing but still idk what to make of all of this

Oh no not Pai asking about the piercing

Oh no his ex actually did the piercing wtf

I still feel like Sky is trying to keep his distance emotionally

But he's also smelling and cuddling Pai's shirt awwwwww

Hahaha Rain's braincell is working so hard it's got smoke coming out of it

Bonus scene: bro don't tear out the whole page that's wasteful af

#hot take the love scene was not it #its one of those that are better without the context #love in the air episode 11 #love in the air live reaction #prapaisky #phayurain #payurain

[zhongrin]

Happy birthday Rin aaaaaa <33 I don't know you for long but in this short time you've always been nice to me and so friendly!! Also so sweet 💞💞 I really enjoy talking about our selfships with you!! And I really ship Meitham and Zhongrin - cuz of that I gifted ya 2 drabbles hehe <33 hope ya like them! Have a great day ahead and I hope you get everything you wished for! Hoping the next year's of yours will go smoothly and healthy!! ❤️

Now;; cuz of ya response from mawh ask - frfr like;; you always seem so nice on them <33 and then you even were an anon of me like fodhsndkdhjeke that was so cute doshwjkk 💞💞

Yes totally Rin hehe, do you play Obey me! too by any chance?

Dw Rin I give him enough kisses~

Just kidding. My heart belongs to Baizhu only. ❤️

Heh a bit too smitten even maybe fkebsiebnw (help it is?? I thought it's kinda annoying 🥹) LMAO RIN, so what day is it today?

*Zhongli standing in the distance with a proud smile on his face.* I think I can already explain it by myself hehe

Tbh I hate alcohol LMAO and my tolerance is pretty shit, I get drunk easily hehe oopsie (so Zhonglis alcohol tolerance is high?)

So ya don't have any children planned in your selfships?🤸💞 You already call him daddy - make him a real one Rin smh

OFC IT DOES RIN OFMG LIKE?? SITTING ON THE LAP OF SUCH A HANDSOME MAN?? RKDBSKIRBEJSIEHSBNSOFO BARKBARKWOOFWOOFAWOOGA I mean-

Awwww yes, do it again <33 and record it hehe

I once read that dogs can sense if someone is scared of them but idk if that's true but omfg;; your dog was so friendly then <333

I am sure the both of them will decide for you just right Rin, hehe <33 (help fkdhjsis but your selfships are so cute I can't dosbjsisns)

*dies* (it's great but kfmg omfg sidbsjjdbejs sometimes when Baizhu feels a bit chaotic he calls me "my future wife" and I and I and I lose it I really lose it I really lose it I really- *faints*)

Yes cuz of that I asked! Although you, ofc, can do your AU with your hubby's like they don't have a fanclub if ya want to 🥰

Alright alright no pressure <33 and omfg, my bestie would say 'Diluc' now, cuz she used to ship me with him and IDK WHY, but she enjoys it sm seeing Diluc as Baizhus competition

But if you would ask me, nawh. We don't have anyone who wants to destroy our relationship<33

aahhhhh thank you vi 💕 i enjoy talking about our selfships so much too!! you've been super friendly and welcoming and really indulging in my zhongrin and meitham selfship agenda, and i can't ever thank you enough!!!

truly a 'shared one braincell' moment 😭 i'm so amused bc it synced up so well like the same day i decided to haunt your inbox you decided to drop into mine THIS IS DESTINY I TELL YOU XD

i did actually! i used to! i love the lore and the characters but the game got too grindy for my taste and the lessons just got harder and harder and i got burnt out so i stopped playing oomph i think you probably can guess who i like lol-

yes yes (who said it's annoying??? i will kindly,.... persuade them to change their mind-) today is..... baivi day! i feel like terrorizing- i mean bullying- i mean lovingly indulge you with a very loving baizhu bot in the server <3

ok fine you win please carry me now-

SAME OMG VI WE CAN STICK TOGETHER AT PARTIES THEN literally i drank one small glass of apple cider one time and i got so sleepy i just crawled to bed and conked out. my family was so confused where i went (it was a new years party at home with the whole family kind of thing) (and yes, the dragon is a tank, the most he could get tipsy but never drunk drunk hlsdjfklsdf)

as of now not really! but perhaps one day with zhongli..... hehehe .......... yk what maybe i will. maybe i should start asking him to-

sitting on his lap, maybe with his hand on your thigh, or around your waist? either way you'll be pulled close onto his chest, his long hair slightly tickling your skin as baizhu's distinct scent along with some herbs surround you, making you feel right at home.... maybe even with his lips close to your ear, murmuring profound declarations of love? <3

i am so tempted to draw blushy!haitham now hsldkjflksdjf

she wassss i miss her ;w;

that they will hehe (I COULD SAY THE SAME ABOUT YOURS PLS)

*notes down in clipboard* uh huh uh huh continue ;)

that is true.... perhaps not on this teahouse!au but on a parallel universe mayhaps pantalone and zhongli are silently playing 4d chess trying to win my heart hsldkfjslkdf

omg you know what would be super funny. it's a third party scenario who wants to separate you but it's bc of wholesome reasons. imagine being kaveh's younger sister and wanting to romance al haitham. wheeze. kaveh would be like "WHY HIM PLEASE NO YOU CAN DO SO MUCH BETTER" lmao

love triangles are just a cute lil concept in fics bc omg??? two guys??? fighting over lil old me?? instant ego boost fr

diluc and baizhu huh... it's extra funny to me bc their elements don't match at all helphsldkfjsd

ah ok good good *quietly stashes vortex vanquisher back to its display*

#rin answers #rin is having tea with: dresvi 💚 #rin selfships #zhongrin #meitham

[nyxelenios]

SAGE WITH A BALD/BUZZ CUT HAVING MC.I DONT KNOW WHY BUT ITS BEEN STUCK IN MY HEAD FOR A WHILE.ESPECIALLY IF YOU HAVE A PRICKLY SCALP. He will not leave you alone because of His Stupid Cat Tendencies. Would not stop head butting you. If you're shorter than him I'm sorry but your head is officially his head resting spot. You're like his walking scratch post :D. He likes itchy rugs too. That fan art of him rolling around in the grass? Yeah.

Also him shoving his head into your armpits cause he's secretly a smol spoon so he just latching onto your side even if you're trying to work, cats generally like shoving their faces in pillows btw. Do you think he sleeps face down in pillows to the point you're wondering if he suffocated in his sleep? I think Ozzy mentioned this in their posts that He Likes It When You Smell Like Him!!!!!!As You Should!!!!

You know those cars without hoods? Completely open with the wind in your face? Once he understands cars a bit better, and finds out there's different types he'd find those sooooo cooooolll. He wants to take you for ride [( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)] in em, doesn't matter if he has no license. Then he finally gets the chance to sit in one and He Hates It. All that wind going straight into his ears and giving him a headache >:[ He's squinting the whole time and puts his head down at some point. You can't hear eachother the entire time. Never goes near one again.

-egg anon (dumb bitch anon)

egg anon's brain is a gold mine 0.0

no because buzz cut/undercut?? the spiky hair? you'll always find Sage touching your head all. the. time. seriously, he can't get enough of touching your hair, rubbing his face all over your head lmao because the Texture is just exquisite!! do you think he'd like the texture of tennis balls because i like scratching the tennis ball on my arms-

being shorter than Sage would not be fun half the time. imagine being in a serious conversation/meeting and this 6'2" cat just walks over and scratches his cheeks on your buzz cut. seriously help you can't move because he's a big beefy boy that's already fixated on your hair please help oh no he's Melting wait Sage you're crushing m-

fan art of Sage... rolling in grass? 👁👁 i haven't seen it send link please-

yes. Sage likes to feel Smol around you because he feels comfortable and safe in your presence. when you're reading at your desk or in your bed Sage is tucked underneath your arm, snuggled nicely, all warm and comfortable and sleepy, aww~ Sage cuddling into a purring ball of warmth is the cutest image in my head right now and i don't think any cute thing will ever be able to top that

:( soft cuddly sleepy Sage tucked into a ball sleeping underneath your arm, feeling safe and loved and- *cries*

yes. Sage sleeps face down on a pillow but he doesn't suffocate because... idk why, he just doesn't?? my cats sleep face down on pillows all the time and it's concerning but they wake up alive and well lmao-

you walk in on him laying face down on your bed one evening and it looks like he's not breathing, oh gods is he dead?? poisoned? oh dear god- oh never mind he's awake-

and when you smell like Sage? when he catches his scent clinging to your clothes? blankets? pillows? oh he is so proud of himself because you smell just like him, in a really good way. i do think he has this kind of rustic/wood scent that's mixed with a little bit of your favorite perfume or cologne when he isn't smelling like sweat and/or iron lol

ah just him coming up to you, hugging you so tightly and when he inhales you smell so familiar! so like him! like Sage when he doesn't smell like dirty laundry! :D

wyeuwyeueueyeue i don't like convertibles either, Sage, they terrify me-

oh poor Sage suffering a major headache after you go on a ride [( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)] with him :(( he's got this dull pain in his ears and it doesn't help that his eyes feel dry from the wind blowing into his face too :((

Sage will not be touching a convertible ever again, no sir, he's going to enjoy the comfortable space of a regular car, even if it means feeling a little cramped no matter where he sits it's fine, MC why don't you drive and i sit in the back this seat is killing me-

— cain

#nyxelenios; selene's court #egg anon your brain #may i borrow for a second #for my dry drafts wudjdkfjd #also i'm sorry i couldn't answer right away #you know the Tired feeling? #yes the capital Tired #i love your ideas and headcanons egg anon! <33 #last legacy fictif games #last legacy #fictif games #fictif last legacy #sage lesath #sage lesath fictif #fictif sage lesath #last legacy sage lesath #last legacy sage

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Personally, I believe there isn't enough sub steve/chris and there may never be enough to sate me. I'm a switch and the way this man *looks* makes my dom side go fucking feral. I want to wring horrible hurt noises out of him while his pretty cock leaks. Those eyes just *scream* "please fuck me up". Thinking about the noises he'd make is a preferred pass time of mine- soft grunts, little whines, harsh, ragged panting, frustrated growls- want it all. What a pretty boy.

Yes yes I agree that there's not enough sub Chris or sub Steve!

I personally definitely see Chris as more as a dom than a sub but I do also relate to the kick-in-the-chest of, oh, oh he'd look so good begging for it. Gasping, writhing around a little too. Squirming.

And I have That Feeling for both Chris and Steve, although WAY MORE with Steve for me lol. Chris I would 100% also just like generally more bottom content for y’know

Also, I think its the puppy dog eyes that get me the most with Chris... like, just look:

You're gonna tell me that's not a ✨subby✨ look??

Or that it doesn't make you wanna eat him?? Nonsense.

Anyway-

Fic rec time:

general bottom!Chris

"I'll See You Through" by fandomfluffandfuck (me lmao)

"All I Dream Of Lately" by luninosity

"Just Can't Seem to Find Solid Ground" by MarcellaBianca

"sleepy bear" by sidnihoudini

"Relax, Chris. I’ve got you." by sadsongssaysomuch & SuperAnarchy

"Ready to Go" by Musette22

"coloring by numbers" by Claudia_flies

specifically sub!Chris

"I Wanna Taste The Way That You Bleed." by SuperAnarchy (not explicitly sub!Chris but the ✨vibes✨ are there)

"Chasing Shadows" by paperstorm (again, not explicitly tagged as sub!Chris but much mentions of giving up control)

"we can be heros" (series) by cravetherose

"All the things we leave unsaid" by Claudia_flies (omegaverse with omega!Chris)

"dreamt about you nearly every night this week (how many secrets can you keep)" by notcaycepollard (evanstackie fic where Chris isn't the bottom but he subs for Anthony while domming Seb slightly too, idk if that makes sense but yeah haha)

"my hands and heart were tied (but I was scared of almost nothing at all)" by thisbluegirl (same deal as the above evanstackie fic)

Go forth and enjoy yourself 😘

[bonesandthebees]

Honey and tangerines!! The beach town setting is so beautiful, and the visuals in my head are making me want to sketch this.

The descriptive phrases like "passenger in his own mind" and "giant machine that ebbed and flowed" which are sprinkled all throughout the chapter are so beautiful! I absolutely live for connections and metaphors and these were such a delight to read. I love your writing.

Tommy's awkwardness around Phil was so understandable and, sort of natural in it's depiction? You really nailed the feeling, and even other things such as the atmosphere around Wilbur being off but also not quite completely bad, and the odd feeling Tommy has around everyone of liking them but not quite feeling at home.

Can we talk about the beach description? Yes. Literally beautiful.

Puffy!! Tommy once again chooses to work in an establishment run by Puffy and we're here for it. Your writing of her character is so pleasing, the reasonable yet understanding vibe is so sweet. I can't wait to see how that goes.

And of course, Tubbo! The chaotic feels their duo has was there right from the start. I mean, a fireball thrower? I'm instantly sold hahah

The vibe of this fic feels so, calm and chill in a way that most slice of life settings do, and it's really nice to see that after high stakes settings such as stars! I do like your rendition of this as well, and the natural feel of it all is so pleasant. Thank you for the chapter!!

What made you come up with this particular beach town setting, and what inspired you to write this? I'm so curious because it's rather different from your usual fics but it's still so fun to read. <3<3

Hugs and cookies, hope you have a good day :D

- ❄️

aa thank you for the kind words snowflake!! i love using fun metaphors like that in my writing and i'm trying to do more of that because it's still not a method i'm super used to, so i'm glad you like those lines :)

very glad i got the awkward atmosphere across. it's not fear necessarily, but more just that tense anxiety. this place is nice, but he's still new and out of place and it's just making things a bit strange. he just needs time to adjust!

i love writing puffy as just this very understanding and kind boss, plus I thought of the mcpuffy's reference and thought it was too fun not to include. and yes tubbo is very chaotic as always, i've missed clingyduo they're so good

well, I came up with the beach town setting mostly because I live in a beach town. I'm a southern california native, and while I didn't grow up in a beach town, I've been living near the coast for most of my adult years so far so it's an atmosphere I'm quite familiar with at this point. I thought just a sleepy small beach town really fit the vibes and aesthetic I wanted to have with this fic, and so far i'm really enjoying writing it!

the initial concept for this fic popped in my head when I had a very out of the blue realization that my ex-stepbrother, who I haven't seen in over a decade, is the same age as cc!wilbur. idk what sparked that realization, it occurred to me and then that got me thinking about my ex-stepbrother again, and the few attempts we made to reconnect which never really lead anywhere. then I started thinking, 'man, that's a unique dynamic I haven't seen written in a crimeboys fic before' so I started brainstorming the idea into a story lol.

I've also been wanting to write a fic that feels like a coming of age style indie movie with a lot of calm slice of life vibes for ages now because I love that genre, and my fic vanderlyle crybaby cry was my first attempt at that, but it ended up being far more serious than I originally intended it to be. I'm still really proud of the end product, but it's not what I initially set out to do. the similarities between honey and vanderlyle though is that there's a lot of projection of my irl experiences onto the story itself, but heavily exaggerated to create a more compelling story and to differentiate it from myself. like vanderlyle!wilbur's struggles were based off my own crisis with uni i had in my junior year, but my mental health at that point in my life didn't get as bad as wilbur's is depicted in the fic. for honey, while I like the idea of reconnecting with my ex-stepbrother, I don't have a super strong desire to do that. also, I don't hold any resentment towards my ex-stepfather and never wished he stayed with my mother, unlike honey!tommy who definitely has some unresolved issues regarding phil.

so basically my inspo was a combination of projection and wanting to write a coming of age indie slice of life fic lmao

#sorry for how long this got lol #long post #snowflake anon #ask #honey and tangerines

[taetaespeaches]

Drunk anon here, and I’m only just resurfacing from the fever dream that was Hobipalooza… Liv I literally have no words. NO WORDS. Literally have no idea how to describe how in awe and how proud of him I am. Jung Hoseok I am legitimately speechless. Bravo.

So, to help me process, I put together my Hobi and Petal list (naturally lol):

Absolute absolute absolute faves:

You think teasing me is cute?

Mmmmm I think the only way I can describe this fic is scrumptious. This was scrumptious to a tee. Cozy, cheeky, and a sleepy Hoseok. It’s a yes from me.

How do we ever make it through your tours? >> Why do you have a bra?

Are you seeing a recurring pattern with my choices? The boys not being able to wait to keep their hands off their girl? Please excuse my feral brain. And then followed by this crack?? I absolute STAN your fics that feature ot7. I love seeing the girlfriends interact and this was nothing short of comedic gold.

Don’t let me go near alcohol again

I just feel like this shows Hobi and Petals dynamic perfectly…. I don’t know how to describe it, but I just think this captures them so well, not only with each other but how they slot into the group. Even though Petal is a bit of a mess, it just reaffirms the fact that they are in fact a powerhouse couple. And it makes me swoon.

Honourable mentions that I also adore with all my heart:

- I want you to do whatever you want with me

- You taste like blueberries and alcohol

- You were so pleasant when we first met

- A rooftop full of people and I still only see you

- We need to discuss your recent behavior, Jay

- I could never want less of you

- You think I’m beautiful when being domestic?

- Why aren’t we married yet?

P.S. It’s not in my top list because I was trying to be strict with myself, but I just want to express my upmost LOVE for the fic with Hobi’s parents. I fucking loved reading that fic, and this is my official petition for more ‘meet the family’ fics… because they’re so precious 🥹

Same same same!!!! So fucking proud of him, still so in awe of him, he's incredible and I hope he's still floating on the high from that performance.

Omg I didn't expect "You think teasing me is cute" to top the list and I'm so happy about this!!! Aaaahhhh!!! The crack that is the fucking bra fiasco. They're so stupid lol and I'm so glad you enjoyed all of that. I also love that you still see the powerhouse couple vibes in "Don't let me go near alcohol again" despite Petal being a complete mess lol. They really are THAT couple huh? I love this list so much, idk man I just love writing for these two. I always have such a good time with it.

Also I will try to write more fics involving the family! Lol I had an idea for Jin and Poopsie (like maybe she wouldn't have the best relationship with her own mom so when Jin's mom welcomes her with open arms it could be really cute?? idk just an idea, I haven't written anything yet so that is definitely not a for sure thing)

#drunk anon #asks #aahhhhh hobi and petal my loves my babies my otp!!!! #i love this list thanks again for sharing all of these #this makes me so happy <3

[loostssoul]

in lesbians with you- r.h x reader

Uhm idk i made this because i was bored. Its not my favorite and its not that descriptive, but ig i made it like that because its kinda in gregs pov. this includes a scott pilgram reference that you probably wont get if you didnt watch the movie. Scott pilgrim vs the world seems like a movie that rodrick would like so thats why i picked it. Ok enjoy this drabble

Genre: fluff

Pairing: rodrick x female reader

“Alright, wimp. Movie’s over, get out.”

The movie credits of Scott Pilgrim vs the World rolled on Rodricks laptop. It was supposed to be a private thing between Rodrick and Y/N, but his mom changed the plan. She promised Rodrick and Greg a bunch of Mom Bucks if they watched a movie together, and she trusted Y/N to keep them civil.

But Y/N fell asleep midway through the movie, as she’s watched it a million times. And while she was asleep, Rodrick and Greg argued. A lot.

“What, need me to get out so you can kiss your girlfriend?” Greg said, mockingly.

“Out.” Rodrick spat.

Greg groaned and stomped out of Rodrick’s room. But as he walked down the hall, he realized that he left his glass of water in Rodricks room. He knew Rodrick would kill him if he went back into his room, so he decided to sit near Rodricks door frame and get his water when Rodrick escorted Y/N out. So he sat there and peeked his head out, waiting for them to leave.

Rodrick sighed and ran his fingers through his dark hair. He turned behind him at his girlfriend, asleep on his bed, the moonlight on her face. Greg expected him to shake her awake, as he always did to him. He didn’t expect the soft kiss he placed on her forehead, or him wrapping his arms around her shoulder. This was a side of his brother he never saw.

“Baby, hey wake up…” He muttered, poking her cheeks.

She groaned, “Did I miss the movie…?”

“Yeah, you missed the part with Envy Adams.”

“Dammit!” She frowned, “That's my favorite part…”

“Yeah, I know.” He grinned, brushing her hair out of her face and pressing kisses all over it. Greg could’ve barfed.

“C’mon babe, you gotta go home.” He whispered.

Greg watched his brother hold both of her hands and help her up from his ratty bed. She let out a yawn and stretched her arms, trying to get the sleep out of her eyes. Rodrick smiled and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her and spinning her until she giggled.

He set her down and rested his chin on top of her head, "I'm definitely in lesbians with you, Y/N."

Her mouth tilted into a warm smile, "Aww, Rod... I think I'm in lesbians with you too..."

He grinned and shook his head, "This is way too cheesy for me. You wanna go home now?"

"Yeah." She said in a sleepy tone, "But you should probably get rid of our little Peeping Tom first."

Greg froze as Y/N turned to him and waved. “Hi, Greg!”

Rodrick turned around and ran toward his door, causing Greg to go into a sprint and run into his room and locking his door.

“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU, LITERALLY KILL YOU!”

Y/N rolled her eyes and laughed, starting toward the hallway to break them up.

Lol please send me asks im so bored. And i might make a guitarist!reader fic idk

#rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley #diary of a wimpy kid #rodrick rules #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #fanfiction #rodrick heffley x reader #doawk #devon bostick

[diavolosthots]

Hello? How are you doing? :3

So~~ I was thinking. In real life, how could someone explain their family and friends that they spend one year studying in hell?

"So, when I disappear for an year? Just in hell studying and living in a house full of demons". In real life this person's family and friends probably would think that they went mad. ( maybe send them to a psychiatrist hospital? Idk. My family would do something like this)

So, if this give you some inspiration, can I request a headcanon ( or a short fic? What's best for you) how would the boys react if they discover something like this happen to MC? You can make it angst if you want, I'm feeling like cry

Ps. Sorry if it was too confuse ^^"

Thank you s2

I actually really like this and have thought about this too 😂😂 especially when families are super strict

Warning: Mention of violence

THE BROTHERS reacting to MC being put in psych ward after they return 

Lucifer:

You know, your family was never the subject of any conversation, but he found it super odd that you hadn’t spoken to any of them in a while and fear curiosity definitely made him seek you out. To say he was confused when he found you in a psych ward was an understatement. Had you lost your mind upon return? When you tell him you hadn’t, that you just told your family the truth and then they put you here, he almost scoffed at the similarity between him and you. He, too, just told his father the truth and was cast out. It’s ironic how history repeats itself, no? Don’t worry, he definitely got you out of there. 

Mammon:

One day passed… two… three… and suddenly it’s been six months. It’s been so long since he heard from you and yes, he was extremely worried and driving everyone insane. He wouldn’t rest until he found out and then he was shoo! Your family basically disowned you and as much as he can relate to crazy pranks and mild hatred from his own family, no one ever sent him to the crazy house! He’s mad, hurt, and super relieved that he found you. Don’t worry, he’s taking you back and never letting your family near you again. 

Leviathan:

He knows. Bold of you to assume he never tracked your phone lol. He’s watching the security cameras of the place after hacking into it, alerting everyone in the house, and still manages to make a stupid decision. Yes, he summoned Lotan. Yes, he got himself exposed pretty much as soon as he got there. Yes, you might’ve been swimming in water for what felt like a week but was only thirty minutes, and yes, you are now safely back in the Devildom. He will literally beg Diavolo to let you stay if he has to. 

Satan:

So, it surprisingly took him a while to figure this out, but once he did, he was PISSED. He didn’t care how many punishments Lucifer would throw at him, he got there in his demon form and kicked some ass. Not only did he scare the staff, he was also adamant about scaring your family so before you even got back to the Devildom, he dropped by your folks’ place and gave them a nice heart attack. Stupid humans. 

Asmodeus:

He was, most likely, summoned there by you. The minute he arrived, he gasped in shock. Not only was this place UGLY and these people WEIRD, you also had NO good reason to be here. For what, telling the truth? He scoffed, immediately taking you into his arms and holding you tight. Don’t worry, Asmo’s got you. Once he brings you back, it’s a spa day and he makes sure that you get some nice new clothes. Please tell him all about your ignorant family, too. He actually gives great advice.

Beelzebub:

Chances are, he got summoned there too after a while. He’s been worried for days so when he arrived at that unfamiliar place, he looked around with a frown until his eyes settled on you and he engulfed you in a hug. Asks all the questions. Will not stop pestering you about getting your family back because he thinks they’re stupid for putting you here. For what? They don’t think demons exist? Let him rip them a new one. 

Belphegor:

He’s both pissed and sleepy and an angry sleepy man is never the one you want to go for. He turns into his demon form the minute he pinpoints your location and off he goes. Doesn’t care how many people he’s scaring along the way, he just wants you. You can also pretty much bet that he will pick a fight with the staff AND your family and all YOU have to do is sit back and enjoy while he verbally, and maybe physically, tears them apart. Someone like you doesn’t belong anywhere but in fun, loving arms. 

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #asmodeus obey me #mammon obey me #obey me lucifer #belphegor obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #cheys headcanons #tw violence

[imherongraystairstrash]

Checkers—ficmas day 5

Welcome back! I'd say we need a little bit of Lightwood fluff in this celebration, wouldn't you? And what better than to have the softest of Lightwoods this lovely morning? (lol jk idk if the 9th is going to be a lovely day or not, but I'm just going to pretend that it's going to be sunny). Anyway, enjoy some Gideon and Thomas fluff:

--Checkers--

“Papa, have you seen Tom?”

Gideon put down his book and looked around the room. “No, I haven’t. Maybe he left with your mother? Or at your aunt Cecily and uncle Gabriel’s house down the street?”

Barbara’s face lit up. “Of course! We haven’t looked there yet. Can we go to aunt and uncle’s house, papa? Please?”

“All right, but come back before it gets too late, Gabriel and Cecily are too busy to be taking care of four children for such long periods of time. And put on your coats. We don’t want you to get a cold.”

Barbara ran to get her sister and they left, walking hand-in-hand giggling excitedly.

Gideon smiled as he watched them disappear.

“The coast is clear, Thomas.” He said.

His son appeared from where he was hiding under Gideon’s arm, his wide eyes looking around the room before smiling at his father in gratitude. Thomas didn’t talk much and Gideon and Sophie had almost begun worrying when, from one day to the next, he spoke a full sentence, asking if Kit was going to be at the park.

Since then, they’d concluded that he was just a child of few words, which was a vast difference from their daughters, who had practically come out of the womb speaking. It was almost a sort of relief, though they’d never admit it.

Thomas was just recovering from one of his bouts of sickness, and his eyes were still a little bit sleepy and his face still a soft shade of pink. He sat down beside his father and began toying with the loose ends of a throw blanket.

When Thomas had burst into the room, wild eyed, Gideon didn’t know what to make of it. It wasn’t until he heard Barbara and Eugenia calling their brother’s name that Gideon understood he was trying to hide from them. Thomas didn’t like being fussed over; he let everybody do it, especially Sophie and Gideon, but Gideon could see that he didn’t enjoy the extra attention. Gideon had the strange feeling that Thomas felt guilty, and that he let people coddle him because he felt sorry for getting sick frequently. Thomas never tells his parents when he’s sick, he always tries to hide it but, like any parent, they realize. They notice when Thomas doesn’t eat, when he sits by the fire for long periods of time and is still shivering, when his nose gets stuffy every time he tries to take a breath.

Of course they realize. Sophie will scoop him up and tell him that he must tell them when he’s sick, so they can help him, but Thomas will simply lay his small head on her shoulder and blink slowly.

Gideon looked at his son. Now that they were alone, he thought they should probably do something instead of just sitting and enjoying each other’s company.

“Would you like me to teach you a game?” He asked.

Though he nodded slowly, his hazel eyes were wide with excitement. Thomas had a habit of nodding slowly in general, because during the many times he was sick, he nodding quickly meant a splitting headache.

Gideon tried to think of a game he could teach him. Thomas was only four years old, so he didn’t think chess would be the best game to teach him; it was too complex. Instead, he opted for checkers.

At first, Thomas seemed unsure, but soon became enthusiastic. When Gideon purposefully moved his checker for Thomas to capture, however, he seemed to hesitate, his slim fingers hovering over the checker that would take Gideon’s. All of a sudden, he moved a different checker.

“Tom, you’re supposed to try to take my checkers, remember?” Gideon reminded him. Maybe he’d forgotten the rules. “Do you still remember how to take one?”

Thomas nodded, his hazel eyes wide.

“Oh, all right then.” Gideon said.

He moved one of his pieces, with the intention of not advancing in the game.

Thomas sat forward and put his hand on the checker that could capture Gideon’s. He looked up at his father.

“Keep going, Tom. That’s a good piece to move.”

Very slowly, Thomas moved his checker to jump over Gideon’s, but he didn’t take the black checker. Gideon picked it up and gave it to Thomas with a smile.

Thomas took it slowly and placed it down beside him. Gideon realized he must not have wanted to take Gideon’s checker because he felt bad.

Gideon took one of Thomas’ so that he might feel better. Thomas looked up at Gideon and smiled at that.

“You’re supposed to be disappointed when you lose, you silly rabbit.” Gideon said, ruffling his hair.

…

It turned out that Thomas was an extraordinary checker player. Once he got over his initial guilt for winning, Gideon found himself gawking at Thomas’ perception of the game. His each and every calculated move made Gideon want to pick him up and tell the world “look at my son, he’s the most intelligent four-year-old in the universe!”, but he restrained himself because he didn’t think Thomas would like that very much.

“Tom, you most definitely take after your mother.” He muttered as the boy made yet another impressive maneuver Gideon hadn't anticipated.

In the past couple of rounds, Thomas had managed to beat Gideon with that neutral expression of his. However, once he’d beaten Gideon for the fifth time, he slumped down against the cushions. It was only now that Gideon noted that his son had gotten more flushed since they’d begun playing. He felt his heart drop as he moved the board out of the way and sat down next to his son. He pressed a kiss to his forehead and felt it burning under his lips.

“Oh Thomas,” he said. “You should have told me you didn’t feel well.”

Thomas looked at him with a somber expression, “I’m sorry, papa.”

Gideon’s heart fractured a tiny bit. “It’s alright, Tom. Here, I’ll take you to your room and tell you a story.”

Thomas nodded and held his arms out for Gideon to lift him. Once he was in his arms, and the small boy rested his head on Gideon’s collarbone, he couldn’t help but worry about how incredibly feverish he was; like a hot coal in the shape of his son.

He turned his head to kiss the top of his head and rub a hand against his small back and sent a prayer up to Raziel that Tom would recover quickly.

…

The moment Sophie stepped into her home, she sighed at the cozy warmth that contrasted with the freezing temperature outside. She toed off her boots and hung her coat and scarf on the hooks by the door. She was aware of Gideon’s deep baritone and slowly walked up the stairs that creaked with every step she took. She walked past the parlor, where a fire was slowly dying. Tension from her shoulders released with each step she took.

She smiled at Gideon when she saw him with Thomas, reading him a book in Spanish. She could already tell from the boy’s face that he was sick again and while a wave of worry surged through her, the look on Gideon’s face suggested it wasn’t as grave. She willed herself to remain calm, especially when they both looked up at her with matching grins.

Sophie made her way to the bed and laid down on Thomas’ other side, gathering him into her arms and holding him tightly.

“How’s my angel child?” she said.

Thomas giggled and wrapped his arms around her neck. She kissed his warm cheeks and settled herself next to Gideon, putting her head on his shoulder.

“What are we reading?” She asked.

“An old spanish legend.” Thomas said, his voice muffled.

“Oh, in that case, I guess you’ll have to translate for me, Tom.” Sophie said, lightly pinching him.

Thomas smiled and nuzzled deeper into his mother’s embrace, nodding.

...

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[genshinboys]

I was talking about the zhongchi x reader poly hcs so idk where ayato came from 💀

But, uhm...I'm guessing you made an ayato one too then.

Don't be shy, gimme the link 😩

Lol u must forgive me 😱

I was so sleepy answering this ask I did not notice you meant the POLY Hcs and assumed it was about Ayato dating app hcs

Please kill me, I'm so sorry 🙏

😵😵😵

Either way, thank you for enjoying the POLY hcs 🌼 😳 they're my personal fav 😍

I'm so so so so sorry again, my tired brain is messing with me badly 😩 I shall go and retreat to my burrow 😱