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violentdelightsandviolentends · 1 year

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HAPPY 500 BABE!! stewy smut with 23 perhaps?!

Fully Clothed.

23. "Good girl." / "Perfect girl."

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here if you're interested in sending a request!! always happy when i get a stewy request - thank you anon for sending this in and for being so sweet <3

Pairing - Stewy Hosseini x Assistant!Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - smut!! sexual content and cursing.

Word Count - 881

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"Come in."

You enter the office to be met with the sight of Stewy Hosseini with his head in his hands, hair messy where he's been running his fingers through it.

"You okay?" you ask tentatively.

Stewy just sighs in response.

It's no secret that he has a reputation for being one of the calmest men in the business. He never gets angry, rarely gets upset - he approaches every deal with a level head, and an almost irritating amount of confidence. You can count on one hand the number of times you've seen him genuinely stressed.

This must be bad.

"I just wanted to see if you needed anything," you press. You take a step further into the office, bringing yourself into his eyeline.

Stewy checks his watch and looks at you with wide eyes.

"You were supposed to go home two hours ago. What are you still doing here?"

Shit. You didn't think he'd notice.

"I... uh - I know that you're stressed about this deal, and... I didn't think it was fair to leave you here alone. Thought you might want a familiar face around, maybe," you say quietly.

"See, this is why I bought you that mug for Christmas," he jokes.

Your present from him had been a mug with the slogan 'World's Best Assistant' written in bright red letters. You loved it.

You laugh, and the sound releases some of the tension from his shoulders.

"Do you need anything?" you ask again, eager to do your job and make his life a little easier.

"Yeah, actually. Can you shut those blinds?"

He nods to the big windows next to the door that look out onto the floor of empty desks, everyone else having gone home.

"Of course," you reply, moving to do as he asked. Once they're shut, he moves his chair back slightly, creating space between him and the desk he was previously sat behind.

"Come here," he murmurs.

He says it quietly, so as not to startle you, but you hear it clear as day. You approach him carefully, moving to stand between his spread legs. He looks up at you with mischievous eyes.

He pats his thighs, signalling for you to sit down. When he sees you hesitate, he reaches for your hips, pulling you towards him gently.

"Sit with me, pretty girl."

You throw your inhibitions out the window, and move so you're straddling him on his big leather chair.

"Other way," he commands, but the scent and warmth of him is making you dizzy. You can't quite comprehend what he's telling you.

"Huh?"

"You fucked out already, honey? I haven't even touched you yet," he teases.

He pushes you off him, and pulls you back down so your back is against his chest. He moves your thighs so they're spread open by his. He rolls his hips upwards, and you can feel him hot and hard against your ass. It makes you whine, and he chuckles at the sound.

Stewy dances his fingers up the insides of your thighs, underneath your pencil skirt. When he gets to your underwear, he caresses the edges gently, avoiding where you need him most.

"Please," you whimper.

"Please what, sweetheart?" he goads, revelling in seeing you so pliant.

"Please touch me, Stewy."

"There you go," he murmurs. "Atta girl. That wasn't so hard, was it?"

With that, he pulls your underwear to the side and runs his fingers through your slick.

"Fuck," he groans. "This all for me, sweet girl?"

"Yes," you moan, throwing your head back to rest on his shoulder. He kisses your temple and inhales the scent of your shampoo. Yep, he's fucked.

He decides to take mercy on you, watching you writhe in his lap. He pushes two fingers into you, groaning and rolling his hips when he feels how warm you are.

You sigh in relief, canting your hips up to meet his fingers. He starts to work up a steady rhythm, curling his fingers on every upstroke. He knows when he's found the spot, because the moan you let out is pornographic. He's suddenly glad the office is empty.

"Right there?" he murmurs into your ear, breath warm on your cheek.

"Yes," you whine. "Yes, yes, please."

"You're filthy, you know that? Letting me finger fuck you in my office, both of us fully clothed."

You whimper, and Stewy speeds up his fingers, moving his thumb to circle your clit in tandem with his strokes.

"There we go," he mutters. "I can feel it, pretty girl. Give it to me. Let me have it."

Your mouth opens, but no sound comes out as you reach your high. Your back arches up and away from him, but he pulls you back with a strong arm wrapped around your front.

"Good girl," he groans. "Perfect girl. So good for me."

He lets you ride out your climax before pulling out his fingers and shoving them straight into his mouth.

You moan at the sight, and he winks cheekily.

"Come on, pretty girl," he murmurs. "Let's get you home."

You look at him questioningly, and he understands without you having to say the words.

"My home," he clarifies. "Now that I've had a taste of you, I'm never gonna get enough, honey."

stewy tag list -

@justacaliforniandreamer

@616wilsons

@isuspectitwasthenargles

#stewy hosseini #stewy hosseini x oc #stewy hosseini smut #stewy hosseini fluff #stewy hosseini x you #stewy hosseini x reader smut #stewy hosseini x reader #succession #succession fanfic #succession smut #succession fic #arian moayed #succession x reader #succession x you #murphy's 500 followers celebration #kendall roy x reader #kendall roy smut #stewy hosseini x assistant reader #stewy hosseini x assistant!reader

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mischievouslexington · 2 months

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I've made my own SIGNALIS OC: Hamerkop!!!

#signalis #elster #lstr 512 #ariane yeong #eule signalis #falke signalis #adler signalis #fanart #signalis fanart #signalis oc #signalis art #signalis ariane #ddr #ussr #guerra civil española #hamerkop

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prettyinaccurate · 1 year

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my twooooooooooooo perfect boys!!

#i havent drawn them in so long #my babies #ocs #craip #josh arian #c.r.a.i.p

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sloubs · 3 months

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j'peux plus m'arrêter !! voilà un deuxième oc : arian <3

#arian #oc #original character #alithinks

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liviavanrouge · 5 months

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Severe Warning

Lilia: *Scowls at Josey* I don't care who you are nor why you're here

Josey(10): *Flinches back*

Lilia: But let me make this one thing clear..

Lilia: I've got faes to protect! My friends I can't neglect

Josey: *Stares with wide eyes*

LIlia: So I'm not taking chances, kid

Josey: Sir-

Lilia: *Glares at him, his eyes glowing* If you make one wrong move, then you're done for!

Josey: *Backs away*

Lilia: *Walks closer* Anything I don't approve and you're done for

Josey: General-!

Lilia: *Lifts his hand* I could put a spell on you and you're done for..

Josey: Trembles*

Lilia: Boy, you better run or soon you will be done for....

Josey: *Bolts away, dropping his herbs*

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Josey: *Wails, hugging Arian, tears falling down his cheeks*

Arian: *Looks up as Lilia came close and glares warningly at him* Go. Away.

Lilia: *Stares with wide eyes, then backs away*

Baul: You scared the kid didn't you, the human kid came back in tears

Lilia: I only gave the brat a warning

Revern: *Sighs, shaking his head* It was clearly more than a warning

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tehjai · 3 months

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consummatum est: tav x astarion, rated E

(Also on AO3 for your reading pleasure: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53214340 and requires login) Tags: M/F, Dirty Talk, Missionary Position, Penis In Vagina Sex, First Time, Astarion's Scars

Another expansion of an in-game love scene. Ariane has been a monastery ward until the tadpole, and while she's learned a lot of things, she's never gotten laid before. Astarion is offering, so.... why not? The party's winding down and it's time to get some. Let it never be said that she's not curious and enthusiastic.

“I don't think you want to talk.”

Astarion was correct, of course; Ariane had practically bolted for the treeline as soon as the last of the revelers had finally passed out in their cups.

Her bravado was failing; she knew he was full of shit, but her curiosity had been piqued and he was a highly attractive specimen of an elf. That was all the knowledge she had. The monastic order she'd been raised in was housed in Baldur's Gate; as a result they were more worldly and less ascetic than most of their peers. Nonetheless, a monastery was about as far from a den of debauchery as one could get.

She didn't want to talk, but she was only dimly aware of what she did want. All she knew was that she wanted it very much. But she had to be forthright, as awkward as it all was.

“I … no. I don't. But you're going to need to give me some hints as we go.”

“Hints, darling? We're alone. In the forest. I think our intentions are quite obvious here.”

“That's not what I mean. Remember how… I was your first? Well, now you're mine.” She managed to hold Astarion’s gaze for a few seconds before staring intently at the forest floor.

Everything fell quiet.

She felt cool fingers brush against the back of her hand, and glanced back up to find him looking at her with a soft smile on his face. “I'm very flattered that you… chose me.” His fingers traced up her arm as he stepped closer to her.

Suddenly her breathing came quicker and that dim desire sharply manifested into a shiver up her spine and a pleasant heat between her legs. “It's not… a problem?” Ariane held his gaze, trying to look unbothered.

He took her face in his hands, running a thumb across her lower lip. “Not at all. You have exquisite taste. We're going to have a wonderful time, darling. I'll see to that.” Tilting her chin up, he met her lips with a soft, hungry kiss, hands wandering again until they rested on her hips, pulling her closer still, until she had to wrap her arms around his shoulders to stay steady on her feet.

A quiet, restrained moan escaped her and she could feel the heat rushing to her face even as she unashamedly clung to him, returning the kiss as best as she could manage, using him as a sort of guide on what to do. The sensuality of it was astounding and it brought a smile to her face.

“Ah, there she is,” Astarion chuckled, his lips wandering along her jawline. “You're not the celibate sort at all, are you?”

Ariane shook her head, finding her footing and letting her hands wander along the planes and curves of his bare torso. “I was never ordained. That leaves pretty much anything open,” she admitted, “but I just never had an opportunity–”

“And now here you are, seizing what you want. To be known. To be tasted.”

She nodded. “What do you want?”

For a moment the vampire looked taken aback; his normally sharp eyes going soft and round for the time it took her heart to beat thrice. Then he grinned a rakish, fanged grin that made her visibly squirm with repressed desire and whispered in her ear: “What do any of us want? Pleasure. Yours and mine. Our collective ecstasy.”

Ariane knew Astarion was posturing; he laid it on thicker than the late-night mist that gathered around the roots of the trees. Yet something in his words, something about the naked lust in his striking red eyes spoke to her. “That sounds…yeah. We're on the same page.”

He lifted her into his arms, then – she held on reflexively until he had her backed up against a tree and his kisses were hungry and bruising and his delicate and inviting hands were all over her and she was lost in sensation. In him.

This was an awakening of sorts, in the arms of a theatrical undead man that she'd taken to being the food supplier for.

And it was obvious to her that he knew it, too. He stripped himself down and grinned at her again, a cheeky expression, showing fangs. His next words were spoken lowly and punctuated by his tongue trailing over the tip of her ear. “That's what you want,” he said, his hands moving to the hem of her shirt and dipping underneath to trail cool fingertips against her breast, “isn't it? To lose yourself in me?”

Ariane could only nod as he undressed her. All of the discipline and control in the world would not have prepared her for the onslaught of sensation and natural reflexes that overtook her now: his tongue on her ear left her gasping; her skin pebbled under his touch, nipples hard against his palms passing by; and another stoic, half-stifled moan left her while he backed her up against a tree, lifting her straight off the ground.

“Truly, I just want to have fun… to know–”

“Oh, darling,” and here Astarion’s theatricality put him flush against her body, “we're going to have a lot of fun.”

The man was still full of shit, but something about her, or the situation, or something else she couldn't discern seemed to have him aroused - she could feel his cock, hard and heavier than she'd expected, pressed between the two of them.

Instinct took over again: reflexively, and with a playful yet shaky grin of her own, she rocked her hips forward. Astarion let out a surprised hiss at that, and Ariane smirked, a little victorious. “I'm a quick learner,” she whispered. Then she pushed herself away from the tree with a free hand. The two of them toppled over into the misty, damp leaves, and Ariane was left straddling Astarion, who blinked in surprise and then smiled so broadly his fangs caught the moonlight.

“You absolute minx.”

She blushed as his hands moved around her, giving her ass a teasing squeeze. “I take my cues from the best,” she said airily, rocking against him again, gasping as his cock slid teasingly against her folds and she realized how wet she was. It was rare that Ariane's body did something she could not control.

She craved more. Astarion leaned up again, his cool, smooth lips slowly warming against her inexorable heat. Hurriedly, she let down her hair, sweeping it to one side and showing off her neck to him.

“But I want you to show me everything.”

Tilting his head, her vampire paramour turned the tables; he moved with such quickness and unexpected strength that when Ariane found herself on her back with her thighs spread and Astarion between them, so terribly close to being inside of her, she let out a yelp.

“I am the best,” he said, running his tongue alongside the side of her neck. “May I?”

Ariane did not expect what happened next. She nodded, breathing a much-too-needy-sounding “Yes,” and then he had his cock hilted inside of her and his fangs sinking into her neck.

The combination of the hot, novel sensation in her cunt and that pleasant icy numbness in her neck sent her reeling; she clung to Astarion, whose thrusts were surprisingly gentle, gasping with pleasure at the sensuality of it all. He fed for perhaps a handful of minutes, concluding with a soft lick over the wounds he'd left, and then he kissed her again.

She could taste her own blood on his lips and found that she liked it.

“How does it feel, darling? With my cock inside you?”

“Incredible,” she admitted. “I didn't think it'd be this….easy.” She felt full, and strangely grounded.

“Well,” he grunted, “you were ready for me. It's supposed to be easy if you're doing it right.” He reared up slightly, his thrusting still a gentle, slow rhythm while his hands roamed her hot brown skin, grabbing each breast in turn and sucking on her nipples until they were rock-hard and glistening in the moonlight.

“I –” Ariane swallowed thickly. “I'm not used to things I can't control –” That was the truth of it; her entire practice, the manipulation of ki, the source of her usefulness despite all her inexperience - it was predicated on her having absolute command of her body and mind.

This - he - was breaking all of that. And she was aroused, fascinated, and desperate for him to take her there again.

The grin on his face told her that he was more than aware of it. “Then you must have wanted me badly to get as wet as you are.” Astarion was pressing his chest to hers again, cradling the trembling monk in his arms. “You yield so wonderfully, darling. Do you want more?”

“...there's more?” Even the promise of it sent a pleasurable twist down her spine and she could feel her hips rising to meet his, completely on instinct, all the while her cunt fluttering around him. “Oh–”

He quivered between her legs. “By the Hells, Ariane, you're tight–”

“I told you–”

“It's not a bad thing, darling. Merely makes me want to ravage you.”

She couldn't demur her way out of this; he was still fucking her, slow and gentle, but when he spoke, she could feel herself getting wetter. She couldn’t even pretend that the idea didn’t hold appeal, and elected to be honest. “...maybe I came here to be deflowered and debauched.”

“Well, the first is merely a technicality that we’ve already solved. As for the second, shall we see what makes you scream for me?” And then he withdrew from her, kissing her forehead gently before settling with his head between her thighs. For a few agonizing moments, he simply looked her up and down, a thoughtful expression on his face, before breaking the silence with: “Tell me, Ariane, do you at least touch yourself?”

She felt heat rising to her cheeks. “...yeah.” She had, a handful of times, in the lead-up to this whole scenario. But it wasn’t like this.

“Show me.”

“What?”

He lifted his head sharply, using his hands to spread her thighs and keep them open. “Touch yourself,” he urged, “right now. I want to see.” Astarion’s crimson eyes locked with hers and once again Ariane was acting on instinct and want. Two fingers. Right on target. Quick, furious circles against her clitoris and Gods was she wet. She stared at him, watched his eyes break from hers to stare at the sight of her, still pinned down by him but able to rock her hips in time with her stroking. He glanced back up into her eyes and grinned, fangs poking out to rest on his lower lip.

“Well done,” he intoned. “Now, love, don’t stop –” Lifting her hips, he entered her again, using the angle to hilt himself, gasping at the inviting warmth of her cunt, chuckling when she arched toward him as though he was capable of going deeper. “What a sweet, greedy thing you are.”

Ariane threw her free arm around Astarion’s shoulder, cupping the back of his head in her palm, using that as leverage to fuck him back, all the while her fingers rubbed clumsily against the soaked apex of her folds. “It’s good,” she whispered. “It feels so good–”

The vampire let out a pleased hiss through gritted teeth. “Yes,” he murmured, his voice a sultry purr, “it does. Show me how good, darling.”

She was breathing so heavily that it came in ragged pants, and her eyes were a little bit glassy as she focused on him, still lightly gripping her thighs. Twisting out of his grip, she wrapped her thighs around his waist and scratched her fingernails along his scalp - he moaned when she did it. “You first.”

“What would you have me say? That you’re a beautiful woman to behold?” Astarion’s voice went dangerously, seductively low and his words were uttered in time to his slow, steady, but still teasingly shallow thrusts. “That it thrills me to be the first to be inside of you? All of this is true, Ariane.” A pause. “But if I’m to ravage you, you delectable little treat, I need to make you scream for me.”

“Then fuck me harder,” she grunted, lifting her hips up to collide roughly with his, her still-frantic fingertips sandwiched between them. “Give me something to scream about–”

“You’re delightfully naughty, my love.” His expression grew dark, and then he finally worked into her in earnest, drawing all the way back and slamming into her deliciously wet cunt until he was balls-deep and doing it over and over again. “Let them know what you chose to do tonight, and who you chose to do it with.”

“Astarion–” Something was brewing inside of her, all of the sensations seeming to peak. “There’s– I’m–” She stared up at him, awe peeking through her glassy-eyed stare. “What are you doing to me? I love it–”

“You take me so well, darling. You’re about to come on my cock. Don’t fight it. Let go.”

She did, her hands leaving her body and reaching to grab greedily at his ass, screaming his name into the night like it was a prayer, and all the pleasurable feelings came to a head, growing and growing until there was a precipice and she stepped off of it and –

The ki in her body seemed to let go like a bow string placed under tension and she was left a quivering, wet mess below Astarion, who was grinning down at her with his fangs showing again. “What a sight,” he remarked, slowly withdrawing from her and sitting back on his haunches to watch as Ariane laid there on her back, chest heaving, staring at the night sky.

She was within herself and outside of herself at the same time; what her vampire paramour had pulled out of her was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Ariane closed her eyes, intent on taking a deep breath and continuing this wonderful night –

When she opened them next, the sun was rising and the night was over. An odd, incomplete feeling came over her. She'd had the experience she was after, but had he?

“Good morning,” Astarion was a few paces away from the pile of rumpled clothes they'd left in their wake, standing shirtless, arms raised, palms out, basking in the sun as it broke through a clearing in the trees.

“I…didn't intend to fall asleep,” Ariane said sheepishly, looking around for her shirt. “Sorry for cutting everything short.”

He laughed. “I had every intention of running you ragged. I just didn't think it would be so easy. Seemed like you needed the rest, so I left you to it.”

“You stayed the whole time?”

“Of course. Leaving you in the woods would be so gauche.”

That he would wait for her to wake struck her as oddly tender. There was heat in Ariane's face, and as she shrugged back into her tunic, her eyes fell over the vampire's back, into which was etched something. “Did you have a good time? I think back on it and it was like you weren't really there–”

“Oh, darling, you were marvelous. It's true though– I was holding back. I didn't want to go too far.”

She nodded; it made sense to her, given that the last time he'd gotten too excited about feeding from her that she'd died. The extra sensation of fucking him certainly had her losing control, but she didn’t have the same kind of hunger he did. “Those scars, though. Interesting. How'd you come by them?”

“A gift from Cazador,” Astarion muttered. “Some kind of poem. He did it all in one night, and made a lot of revisions as he went.”

Ariane couldn't help it; she gasped, internally cursing herself for being too self-absorbed to even notice them until morning. They were hauntingly beautiful, but everything in his tone suggested he didn't ask for them. “I…see.”

A few moments passed of awkward, tense silence between the two elves as he stood there with no shirt and she stood there with no pants. She was technically a maiden no longer but she was still entirely as odd as she'd ever been. This sort of revelation seemed like something she should comment on, but Ariane couldn’t find anything to say, and instead offered a sheepish smile and a nod.

“That’s probably enough pillow talk,” Astarion's voice was quiet but no less dramatic and it was a kind of normalcy that broke the tension. “We should get back before the tieflings drag us into another mess.”

“Right. Let me get my pants, then.”

#bg3 #bg3 fanfic #tav x astarion #oc: ariane tav #ship: alliterative murder melees #stupid sexy astarion #and his stupid sexy love scenes

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fartherupandfurtherin · 1 year

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Narnia Headcanons: Archenland

- Has three major cities (Anvard, Perth, and Ende) and then several smaller towns and villages.

- The people are generally hardy and have a reputation for being tough from living in the mountains.

- Archenlanders have an affinity for magic due to most of the human inhabitants having dryad ancestors.

- Good magic practitioners are called Cunning Men or Cunning Women.

- Archenland was hidden by Cunning people during the reign of the White Witch.

- Some of Archenland's humans had ancestors from Finland, Ireland, Scotland. Greece, and France. This is most obvious given their naming conventions.

- They speak a pidgin language called Narn, which mixes English and Old Narnian. Their own language is called Archen, which is a very weird mix of Irish and Old Narnian.

- They have accents that sound Scottish.

- Everyone knows how to use a weapon of some sort due to coming into constant conflict with the Calormen Empire.

- Everyone is also taught survival skills from a young age and children are expected to be self-sufficient, which is why Corin is the way he is.

- Edmund learns Archen so he can talk to his wife's great-grandparents, who never learned Narn due to the reign of the witch.

- Edmund scares some of his classmates later when he starts cursing at someone in Archen. His Irish classmates immediately adopt him, because he's speaking Irish. Very weird Irish but still Irish.

- Archenland's last King and Queen were King Eoin and Queen Ines. They were both murdered by Calormene assassin's and their young blind son Sol (15 during the events of the Last Battle) was placed on the throne as a puppet ruler. This was a mistake and Calormen was pushed out shortly before the last great battle.

- Archenland has creatures unique to them, specifically they have wolverines, moose, and other animals associated with colder places. Some are talking animals.

- Susan Does Not Like the fact many Wolverines can talk but Lucy is very fond of them and they adore her.

- Susan loves the snow bears (polar bears). They're very pleasant and civilized creatures that regularly murder giants.

- Peter likes the moose. They like him and one named Teo would let the High King ride him into battle on occasion.

- Edmund prefers the talking mink as they are clever, excellent spies, and foul mouthed.

- Ariane had a mink friend named Avi. He would ride around on her or Edmund's shoulders and pretend to be a dumb beast to get information or free food. Mr. Beaver thinks he's uncivilized and they bicker about it.

- Boxing is a popular sport, as is skiing.

- Archenland is well known for its poetry and music.

- The nobility favor practical clothes over grand ones. They do have royal clothing but these are brought out for special occasions.

#narnia #the chronicles of narnia #archenland #narnia headcanons #edmund pevensie #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #lucy pevensie #narnia oc: ariane #narnia oc

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anneapocalypse · 3 months

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Writer vs OC

Thank you @bluewren for the tag! 💙

Linked to the piccrew here.

Here's me, Ariane Clairière (wildwood Elezen Warrior of Light, FFXIV), and Talith Tabris (city elf Warden, Dragon Age). Yes, they both like flowers. This was not intentional. 😆

Tagging: @rosella-writes @inquisimer @dreadfutures @skyeventide @darethshirl @ecosystem-administrator @valeriannnn

#tag meme #talith tabris #ariane clairière #ocs #picrew

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nitrocarbol · 4 months

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#sorry to everyone who followed me for slingalis and then i just started posting OC doodles. Um. ariane jumpscare!!#home movie #self porchraits #blood #eyestrain #nudity #<- i guess. not really. just in case

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ant1quarian · 2 months

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Another Silly Rust Sketch

He tend to be very blunt. And also very silly. He has very dark humour.

He's such a goof

#undertale fandom #arian's art #undertale oc #oc #oc art

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 11 months

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congrats on 500!!! :) maybe for the prompts fluff or angst for stewy hosseini with 1. "You love me?" 5. "It's always been you." 7. "You were my first love."

The Place Where It All Began.

1. "You love me?" + 5. "It's always been you." + 7. "You were my first love."

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! I love writing soft stewy :((

Pairing - Stewy Hosseini x Childhood Bestfriend!Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - none. just very soft sweet sappy stewy

Word Count - 880

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

You swore you'd never attend your high school reunion.

And yet here you are.

You're fake smiling like your life depends on it, walking around the gymnasium and wishing you were invisible.

As you step into the hallway to take a breather, strong arms wrap around your middle and hoist you into an empty classroom. You go to scream, but something in you tells you not to. You recognise that strength.

Stewy Hosseini.

Your high school best friend. You met in science class, mandatory lab partners. You'd had an instant connection - constantly laughing, teasing, joking around until the teacher gave you both a warning look.

You were inseparable. He only lived a couple of blocks away from you, which meant you got to spend a surplus of time together. You'd hang out after school, on weekends, during holidays. You weren't you without Stewy.

And then, as they always do - things changed. You went your separate ways for college, promising to stay in touch. Communication became harder and harder, until suddenly, it was impossible. Sure, you sent each other the odd message, called if you had the time. But things were different. You weren't joined at the hip any longer, and his absence was an unwelcome adjustment.

You never expected to be face to face with him at your high school reunion, that's for sure.

He finally lets you go, and takes a step back to look at you properly.

"Goddamn. You look good," he whistles lowly, eyeing you up and down.

"You don't look so bad yourself, Mr Businessman."

You jump into his arms, inhaling the scent of his expensive cologne. Despite the fragrance, he still smells like your Stewy.

"I've missed you," he whispers into your hair.

"I've missed you. So much," you whisper back.

You finally break away, and sit on the edge of a desk. He joins you, pressing your legs together like you did when you were kids sitting on a park bench.

"Didn't think you'd have time for something like this, Hosseini. Thought you'd be in Paris, or Dubai, or London," you tease, nudging his shoulder.

"I've always got time for you," he says earnestly. His tone makes your heart flutter.

"Did you see Derek James? He looks exactly the same," you laugh.

"He does? I never liked that guy. Didn't trust him."

"Of course you didn't. I thought he was cute - he used to flirt with me in math. I always wondered why he never asked me out."

"Because I told him not to."

Your head turns so fast it almost flies off your shoulders. You grab his leg in disbelief, willing him to explain.

"Wait, what? Why would you do that?"

"Because I loved you. You were my girl."

You pause, processing his words.

"You loved me? Like... loved me?"

"Are you kidding? You were my first love."

"I always... I thought that - I just never knew if you felt the same way."

Now it's his turn to process, turning the words over in his head.

"You loved me back? And you never said anything?"

"Stewy, we were teenagers! Teenagers don't just confess their love for each other!"

"We could have!"

"Seriously?"

He looks at you for a moment, and then laughs.

"Okay, maybe you're right. Teenagers aren't good at feelings."

"No, they're not. God knows we weren't. I think everyone could see how we felt except for us," you smile.

"You think we're any better at feelings now?"

"As adults?"

He nods.

"Yeah. I think we should be, anyway," you chuckle.

He turns his body so he's facing you fully, and moves a hand to rest on your jaw, cradling your face.

"Okay. Then, here's me being a mature adult that's good at communication," he pauses, and takes a steadying breath. "I only came here tonight because I saw on the email that you were coming. And not a day has gone by since we graduated high school that I haven't thought about you."

You go to interrupt, but he continues persistently.

"Something is missing from my life. I've felt like this for a while, and I could never put my finger on what it is. And then I saw your name, and I just knew. It's you. It's always been you. So I came here to tell you I love you and I've loved you ever since that day in science class that you broke the thermometer and cut my hand. It's you. You're what I've been missing."

You're stunned into silence. You weren't expecting to see Stewy tonight, and you especially weren't expecting him to confess his decades long love for you.

"You love me?"

"Are you kidding? You're the only person I've ever loved."

"How embarrassing that it took us this long to figure it out," you laugh. "I've loved you since I was 14 years old, Stewy Hosseini. You're it for me."

He surges forward, capturing your lips in a time stopping kiss. It's gentle and loving and so sweet that it makes your heart ache.

You break away from him, both of you grinning. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch sight of the periodic table on the wall. You quickly look around, and realise where you are.

The place where it all began.

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