#‘what a fucking sweet view. let’s make camp’

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something’s wrong?

#heheh what a name for a town. borger. brother that is a samdwich!! #I could prob talk about what this means to me but I don’t wanna #actually nvm I just thought of a funny way to describe the feeling: #you have two wolves inside of you. one HATES everything it sees soooo much. the other only sees beauty. you’re jaded. #or something like that #I’m trying to be conscious about only bending man-made structures and objects #unless it just looks extra cool to bend the natural stuff too #not rly a critical commentary. the basic premise is to show you how fucked up these little towns are; #while also communicating how they’re typically found in naturally beautiful places. #weird right? like finding ruins. it’s like these places settled and then worldly-priorities changed and everything fell apart #but you can tell - usually - that somewhere in the history of these small towns someone said: #‘what a fucking sweet view. let’s make camp’ #my art #glitch art #aesthetic #art #artwork #webcore #glitchcore #internetcore #abstract #artists on tumblr #photography #abstract art #distortioncore #glitch #weird art #americana #southern gothic #angels

[prettiestlovergirl]

PRETTY GIRL

tw: MDNI; fem!reader; demeter!reader; light bondage; corruption kink; bathroom mirror sex; bareback; fingering; light edging; unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it)

a/n: loosely inspired by this booktok post i saw about the fmc wearing ribbons in her hair & the mmc using one to tie her hands behind her back and fuck her, sooooo. this was kinda shit but shhhhh. enjoy, my lovelies! 𓆩♡𓆪

whenever people had to describe you, they'd always mention the pretty ribbons you wore in your hair.

it was like your signature look, you always had some matching ribbon tied up into your hair some way with every outfit.

luke castellan was especially fond of the ribbons, they just accentuated how sweet and innocent you were. you were probably the purest thing he'd ever laid eyes on and he wanted nothing more than to be the one to ruin you.

he felt dirty, evil, for wanting to corrupt someone so sweet, almost angelic, like you, but when you showed up late to your regularly scheduled training session out of breath, with flushed cheeks, a basket of strawberries, and a pretty green ribbon tying up your hair... he couldn't bring himself to care anymore.

you'd been just so apologetic, explaining that you and a couple of your siblings decided to go strawberry picking and lost track of time, but all luke could focus on was your plump, pouty lips and imagining what they would look like around his cock. his cock twitched at the thought.

of course, he reassured you that it was okay, that you didn't need to stress. "relax, pretty girl. i get it." he'd cooed, reaching out end tucking a loose lock of hair behind your ear.

you'd been instantly relieved, thankful, that he was being so sweet about your slip up. when he offered to let you use the hermes cabin bathroom to clean the dirt off your face, you obviously told him yes.

luke was always so helpful when it came to you. your knight in shining armor, you once called him. he just always seemed to be there in your moments of distress, knowing just want to say every single time.

all of this led to right now, your body pressed against the bathroom counter, your eyes on luke's in the mirror as he lifted your orange camp tee off your figure and dropped it on the floor.

"fuck..." he groaned instantly, your pretty green bra matching the ribbon still holding your hair up in place. "so fucking gorgeous." he cooed in your ear, making you shiver as he pressed his lips to your neck.

"y-you're sure this is okay?" you asked, glancing over at the door nervously as he kissed down to your collarbone. he sunk his teeth into the skin, making you gasp and moan out.

he marked you as his, creating the first impure mark on your body that only he and the gods would ever know was there.

"i promise, pretty girl. 'm just helping you relax. you were so stressed earlier." luke hummed, squeezing your hip gently to reassure you that everything was okay, that this was all for you.

you nodded, relaxing into his grip as he brought his lips back down to your shoulder. his free hand snaked up your front, pulling your bra down and instantly wrapping his hand around your boob, squeezing.

you moaned out louder, your back arching into him as you leaned your head against his chest. your eyes squeezed shut while he watched your face in the mirror contorting with pleasure.

this went on and on until he was absolutely satisfied with the amount of hickeys on your shoulder and you were a moaning mess against him, your pussy practically dripping through your shorts.

"you're doing so good, pretty girl." he murmured as he brought both of his hands down to take care of your jeans, letting them drop along with your panties and moaning at the view.

your inner thighs were soaked in your own arousal and luke's cock twitched at the sight. he wanted to just fuck you right now, but once again he needed to be patient. if he moved too fast n hurt you, you'd never want to do this again, and that was something he couldn't risk.

he spread your legs out a bit wider, encouraging you to hold onto the counter. "no one's ever touched you here, yeah?" he asked, his voice a bit breathy as he looked at how your pretty pussy looked in the mirror.

"uh-huh." you nodded, your own voice breathy as his fingers reach down and spread your pussy open. "no one but you" you reassured, moaning out as he gently slid a finger inside, your walls instantly clenching around it as you watched in the mirror.

fuck, you were so tight around just one of his fingers, luke couldn't wait to feel how you'd clench around his cock. just the thought made his dick get even harder, if that was even possible.

you gripped onto the counter even tighter with one arm while the other latched onto him. the intrusion was a brand-new feeling to you, but one you certainly enjoyed.

"o-oh, gods!" you moaned, unintentionally grinding down against his hand as he began to pump it inside of you. you whimpered and moaned out, nails digging into his arm and making him hiss in pleasure at the sting. look at you, marking him back.

it wasn't long until you were sagging back against him, forcing your eyes to stay open and watch through your lashes as his finger moved in and out of your pussy.

you became a moaning mess, grinding against him as you started to feel a knot tightening in your core. "mm, luke, i f-feel something!" you gasped, bucking your hips against him. he pulled his finger out, making you whine instantly as your cunt clenched around nothing.

"luke!" you whined, biting the inside of your cheek as you suddenly felt so empty without his finger inside of you. "relax, pretty girl. 'm gonna take good care of you." he cooed, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as you pouted but nodded.

he reached his hand up to your hair, tugging the green fabric holding it up and pulling until the knot came undone, your hair falling down over your shoulders.

"what are you doing?" you asked, your brow furrowed sweetly as he held the ribbon his hand. "just trust me, baby. you do trust me, right?" he asked, giving you his own mocking pout.

"'course..." you nodded, still so confused until he grabbed your hands and started to tie them behind your back. you wanted to ask more questions, but you didn't want him to think you didn't trust him! so you obediently let him tie a knot.

"that's my good girl." he praised, hiding his smirk at how much you really did trust him. "now, this is gonna hurt a bit, pretty girl, but i promise after a minute it's gonna feel so good." he murmured while he fisted his cock.

"o-okay..." you nodded, nervous butterflies fluttering around your stomach as you felt his tip slowly start to probe your entrance. "fuck!" you cried, your eyes screwing shut and your face contorting in pain as he slowly started filling you up.

"fuck, l-luke, you're too.. fuck, you're too big!" you whined, tears welling up in your eyes as you tugged against the fabric binding your hands together.

luke had instantly groaned upon entering your warm, wet pussy. he'd barely got a quarter of his cock in, your pussy far too tight and squeezing him. he wanted nothing more than to push in and start thrusting, but he had to be good, for your sake. at least, this time.

"just gotta breathe, pretty girl. need you to relax." he grunted, straining with the effort to stay still. you whined more, but once his hand connected with your swollen clit, you started to relax.

he pushed in more and more until finally, he was all the way in and your cunt stretched to fit him. "oh, fuck, fuck!" you moaned out, eyes fluttering shut as he finally started to thrust in and out of you.

you were still clenching around him, your puffy walls clinging to his cock like a vice while he held you hands behind your back. he moaned as he got rougher, finally just unable to help himself. you were too wet, too tight, too fucking good to keep moving so slow.

"tell me you're mine." he commanded as his thrusts got a bit harsher, his grip on your hips tightening as you whined out. "fuck, fuck, 'm all yours! all yours!"

he thrusted quick and rough, his eyes firmly glued to the mirror so he could watch the way your wet pussy created a creamy white ring around his cock when he thrusted into you.

this went on and on until you started to feel that same knot building up again, your hips bucking against his as he thrusted. "f-fuck, luke, it's h-happening again!" you moaned, his thrusts getting faster and faster until finally, you came on his cock, soaking him in your juices.

he continued to thrust faster and rougher, now chasing his own high as you whined over the sensitivity. "fuck, baby, fuck, pussy's just so fucking good!" he moaned, until finally he pulled out and covered your back and arms in ropes of his cum.

you all but collapsed against him, panting heavily as you turned to bury your face into his neck. he held you just like this until you caught your breath and came down from your high.

eventually, you both got cleaned up and redressed, your legs already sore as you walked out hand and hand.

you hadn't noticed at the time, but your pretty green ribbon never made it back into your hair. instead, it was tied neatly around luke's free wrist, making sure everybody knew exactly who you belonged to.

ᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵇʸ @ᵐᵘʳᵘᶠᶠⁱⁿ

#☆lola writes ! #luke castellan #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan oneshot #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan smut #luke castellan x you #luke pjo #pjo #pjo series #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson #pjo luke #percy series #charlie bushnell

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

Astarion teaching Tav embroidery/sewing. Preferably with him dragging them onto his lap for a close-up demonstration.

Why do I make everything so long? Do I have a problem? There is always so much introspective nonsense idk man. Anyway adorable idea actualized below!

Also mentions of sex but this is totally sfw. I went with the timeline of when your sleeping together but he hasn't quite admitted his feelings to himself, as a side!

~

Astarion had no idea how he became your camp's designated seamstress. How was it possible that a team of eight adults were all incapable of knowing the basics of such a fundamental skill?

Then again, Karlach seemed to be perfectly fine with wearing her clothes to tatters. Wyll was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Lae'zel, for some gods forsaken reason, was only capable of fixing up heavy armor. Gale seemed to prefer eating magical clothing items versus being able to salvage them and the rest were mediocre at best.

The look of confusion on Shadowheart's, who was the second most skilled by far, face when Astarion tried to explain a ladder stitch was enough for him to give up entirely. It was quicker to fix the tears then to explain simple concepts to simpletons.

Brats. All of you. With one who was significantly more brazen than the rest when it came to using Astarion as their personal tailor.

Tav, the lovely thorn in his side. Who could handle wielding a glaive with startingly accuracy, but somehow managed to consistently stab themselves every time they picked up a sewing needle. It was impressive, how useless someone who was otherwise extremely competent could be.

Impressive as it was frustrating. Because somehow you managed to destroy your clothes more often than anyone else. Always bashfully handing him over torn trousers and ripped shirts every other night. Anyone else he would have told to fuck off by now. Even the rest of the camp knew better than to test their luck with anything more than once a fortnight. But you lacked the very basic level of self-control.

It was his own fault for giving you special treatment in the first place. But sleeping together did warrant a few extra benefits. He got your protection and you got to experience the pleasure of being with him. Simple. Or it would have been if you didn't insist on making things complicated.

Because Astarion was starting to feel things. Things that he hadn't anticipated. Because your company was... oddly pleasant. You were an interesting little thing, he had to give you that. Well-read and talkative, but not boringly so. No, Astarion sometimes found himself losing track of time when he was with you. A simple question could easily turn into a two-hour conversation about the silliest things. It was... nice. New. And oh so different from what he was used to.

Cazador didn't even allow him or his brethren to speak in his home, let alone speak to each other unless it was strictly necessary. But here he was free to do whatever he pleased. And he was finding that included being near you, despite how differently you both saw the world.

He couldn't quite blame you for your delusional optimistic views. As a Tymora worshipper you were basically doomed from the start to believe inane concepts like good fortune, luck, and gods, the good that could be found in "anyone".

You were as sweet as you were aggravating and Astarion truly, honestly, had no idea how your insane trusting nature hadn't managed to get you killed yet. But then again he... kind of liked that about you. He liked that you trusted him. It made his life more convienet and... it was nice to be seen as a person worth confiding in. Instead of the blood-sucking monster he really was.

He... liked that. He liked you. A fact that he didn't enjoy thinking about. He didn't really know what to do with it, and the implications of where his feelings could lead were starting to become unsettling. So he pushed it out of his mind. It was an easy thing to do when doom was always looming in the background. He had plenty of things to think about that didn't include his fondness for you.

Like the inner-rage you caused when you managed to somehow rip the same shirt twice in one day.

"That's it," Astarion announced when you bashfully asked for his help yet again, "Come here. I'm teaching you how to sew."

"But you always get mad when you try," You whined. But despite the hesitancy you still obediently sat next to him as he got out the sewing kit, "Do you promise not to snap this time?"

"That depends," Astarion said with a roll of the eyes, "Do you intend on not maiming yourself with a sewing needle?"

Astarion smirked at the way that made a blush crawl up your neck, "That was one time!"

"Actually darling it was closer to seven," Astarion corrected as he snatched the shirt from your hands, "Now pay attention. Look at where the tear starts. Notice how it's on the seam?"

You nodded along as Astarion explained the basics to you. He could tell that you were trying your damndest to pay attention, but when it was your turn to hold the needle your hands couldn't stop shaking. Astarion frowned as he tried to watch you work, his view obfuscated by the angle and the flow of your hair.

Well that wouldn't do.

Before he could think better of it he was hauling you into his lap, ignoring your surprised squeak as he situated you just right.

That was better. At least now he could see what you were doing. It was a sloppy stich, sloppy enough for him to undo it before putting the needle back in your hand.

"Now do it again," Astarion ordered, "Let me see what your doing wrong."

Astarion watched as you tried again, frowning when he realized your shaking was even worse than before. In fact, you seemed more nervous than ever, your face red as you kept your eyes down.

It made Astarion torn between watching your hands and looking at your face. You really were adorable, getting all worked up from simply being in his lap, all while trying to stay dutifully undistracted. He could almost hear your heart racing, obvious through the tension coursing through you.

Silly little thing, acting all shy like he hadn't already literally been inside of you. But at least you were doing better, your stitching straighter than Astarion had ever seen it. Maybe he'd have to make the lap-sitting mandatory from now on, for the good of your learning.

"See," Astarion said softly, his breath tickling your ear as he leaned in closer, "You're perfectly capable of learning this."

"So it looks good?" You asked, taking a chance to glance at him. Astarion hadn't realized just how close the two of you really were. He had never... seen you like this before. So closely. Even when you slept together, he had been a bit distracted by other parts of your body. He never noticed just how many light freckles were hiding across the bridge of your nose, how your eyes looked almost golden in candlelight. You smelled nice too, sweet. Like you had been rolling around in a field of lilies. Considering your personality, Astarion had to wonder if that's exactly what you did.

It would take almost nothing to press your lips together. Barely a turn on the head.

"Astarion, are you listening?"

The sound of his voice snapped him out of his revelry. He straightened, clearing his throat as he looked over your work again, embarrassed in a way that he couldn't quite describe.

Maybe you weren't the only one being affected after all.

"It looks better," Astarion said honestly, "But still needs work. You'll almost certainly be needing more lessons."

Preferably like this. Astarion wasn't quite ready to let you go yet, not when you felt so pleasantly warm in his lap. But luckily enough for him, you didn't seem quite so keen to leave.

Astarion tightened his hold on you laughing at the way it made you gasp, "But that's enough for today. I think you've earned a reward. Don't you?"

"I-yes?" You said back, your eyes flitting from Astarion's mouth and back, "Please?"

You really were too precious. How could he possibly say no to that?

Astarion grinned as he tilted your chin up, finally pressing your lips together. It was an odd feeling, kissing someone when he couldn't stop smiling, but he supposed you just had that effect on him.

Maybe being the camp seamstress wasn't so bad after all.

#astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #asks #cutsey #this was a very cute idea

[kisses4kaia]

— in love with him so. (18+ mdni. nsfw content below the cut.) also such a fun way to make my comeback hehe hope u love ♥️

not many could have predicted luke castellan was a virgin.

in all his grandeur and glory and valor, the greatest swordsman at camp has only ever felt that carnal pleasure derived from his own fist. it’s not like it’s a priority of his or anything, what with planning for a war between gods taking dramatic precedent over mere lust.

however you, on the other hand, weren’t necessarily the ‘opposite’ per se, but you still liked to let loose every once in a while—with sneaking away at bonfires and parties kept clandestine from chiron, you found worthwhile hook-ups here and there amidst the chaos of demigod life.

so when you find yourself straddling luke with lips and teeth and tongues in a heated clash, surprise settles over you when the whispered confession slips past his lips. “i—i haven’t done anything like… this before. is that… is that okay?”

to see the pure symbol of confidence and surety stumble over his words because of you and what was to come at your hands was a gratifying feat, but you didn’t want to drive him away by poking fun.

“that’s okay, we can go slow,” your words were meant to be reassuring, but luke’s eyes widen as he shakes his head vigorously. “no, no. i want you—all of you. don’t hold back. please.” his eyes are so piercingly sincere and it almost breaks your heart as you press a ginger, yet still passionate, kiss on the scar etched on his cheek, and then his lipstick-stained mouth.

you’re wordless as you move off of his lap and onto your knees in front of him. “is this okay?” you look up at him through your eyelashes as you play with the hem of his gray sweats to be met with a heavy-breathing luke, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “yes, please.”

“so polite,” you tease before pulling his sweatpants and boxers down in one go. his achingly hard cock springs out from the restrictive confines and rests insatiably on his lower abs.

he was so pretty: a veiny girth with a leaky, red, tip. pre-cum seeped from his slit and you wrapped your hand around the base before kitten-licking it all off, earning an impatient groan from luke. “fuck,” he breathes, and you notice how his hands are balled into fists on the chair’s arms. “you can touch me, luke. i won’t bite.” you press a lust-filled kiss to the side of the length before dragging your tongue along a prominent vein. he curses under his breath at the sight.

luke’s large hands timidly moved to rake through the hair on your scalp, before growing more confident and gathering most of it into a make-shift ponytail. “good boy,” your voice is sickeningly sweet as you continue peppering teasing kisses along his cock, determined to savour this positively transcendent view you’re pleased to know only you have had the pleasure of beholding.

it seemed the both of you have grown tired of your teasing when luke tried to push your head down onto his cock desperately. “ah, ah, ah. patience, angel. i know, baby. i’ll get there soon, hm?” you nod, and luke nods with you, before you finally lower your warm mouth onto his painfully hard cock. “sh-shit!” his voice accelerates in volume as your head begins bobbing up and down his dick, making chaste stops at his tips to swirl your tongue around it greedily. the sounds are disgusting: your saliva mixed in with his pre, slurping his alacritous cock like you can’t get enough, like you’re starved (you can’t, and you are)—his whimpers and moans and whines urge you further, the way your name spills out from him like an incantation between cries of pleasure sends jolts through you every time you hear it.

and you don’t neglect indulging in the sight before you. his head is thrown back as he loses himself in the brain-numbing pleasure, sweat glistening on his defined collarbones. you aren’t sure you’ve ever viewed a more perfectly erotic scene.

“fuck, fuck, fuck. wait, wait, i think i’m gonna—!“ quite selfishly, he holds your head down onto his cock as his abs flex through his orgasm, tip prodding at your throat, causing a sore to begin to dwell. luke’s cum is warm as it slides down your throat and it’s easy to swallow with its delicious balance of saltiness and saccharinity.

“sorry—i’m sorry,” luke breathes effortfully as his climax subdues and you regretfully take your head off of luke for the last time. “it’s okay, luke. how was it?” your voice was raspy from the abuse on your throat and luke could’ve sworn he felt his cock hardening once again.

“so fucking good. thank you. will you… let me make it up to you?”

#.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 ! #hehehehe #ima just leave this right here.. #luke castellan smut #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan pjo #charlie bushnell #kaia writes luke #pjo smut #pjo tv show #pjo series

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Ok I have a request.. what did Steve and reader do when they got back from camp? I always imagined he dropped her home but she turned up at his like an hour later and never went home because they couldn’t be apart. Bonus points for smut but I love your writing so much it will be brilliant whatever ❤️❤️

You’d been home for three hours — just.

Your bags still sat in the hallway, your shoes beside them and your call shirt still on, smelling like sunscreen and the forest. You’d walked into your home to be greeted with a plate of brownies on the kitchen counter, a note beside it from your mom, telling you she’d missed you and how she and your father couldn’t wait to see you when she came home from work.

It was the strangest feeling, standing in your family’s house and still feeling homesick. Maybe it was silence, the emptiness, maybe it was residual from six weeks at camp.

Maybe it was because Steve Harrington was only three streets over and it still felt too far.

You had six weeks with the boy, but only a few were you weren’t arguing, were you weren’t pretending you hated each other. It’d been four hours since you’d left him at the corner of fifth and Main, his car turning one way as you went the other, the taste of strawberry milkshake still sweet on your tongue and you’d both shared lunch at a diner out by Lowell, a feet touching under the table kinda first date.

He’d walked you to your car afterwards, both of you still grinning over the argument about who was paying. It was the first time you’d let him win, ‘cause he’d called you princess and it sounded so much nicer than it used to.

Softer, sweeter, sugar coated.

You’d waved at him in your rear view mirror before turning off for your street, smiled when Steve stuck his hand out his window and waved goodbye. And it was fine. You’d see him soon. Wouldn’t you?

It was new and it was different and sure, you’d had sex with him. You’d kissed him, been kissed by him, let him touch you all sweet and soft and god, he looked at you with so much fondness now it made your heart twinge.

But you were home and camp was over and the summer was coming to an end as well. Was that all it was? A summer fling? Something to do in the middle of the forest ‘cause the air was too hot and the arguing got too much?

You brushed brownie crumbs off of your mom’s worktops and frowned, heart rate picking up in a panic ‘cause you fucking missed Steve already and you weren’t sure if he’d go back to letting his grocery cart catch at your heel the next time you saw him in the store.

Pulling your shoes back on, you moved without thinking, on autopilot as anxiety took over. You could just go knock on his door, right? Ask him what this was, what would happen? What would change?

What has changed?

You stopped in the hall, afternoon sun streaming through the windows and making you feel too hot. It made the room glitter, sunbeams turning into rainbows that bounced across the floor and walls.

You felt queasy, your stomach weak, your throat thick.

But, before you could decide if you were leaving or not, someone rang the doorbell. It made you startle, heart racing even faster, loud enough you could hear it in your ears and it just about stopped altogether when you opened the door and saw who was standing there.

Steve.

He looked just as nervous as you, still in his staff shirt too, hair a little wild like he’d been pulling at it. He clutched his car keys in one hand, his car parked behind yours in the drive.

“Hi,” he choked out.

“Hi,” you croaked back.

You were both a mess with it. Too messy for people who’d seen each other naked, but there was no one else around to judge you both for that, not then.

“Uh, I— you, no. I mean,” Steve frowned, as if it weren’t his fault he couldn’t talk properly, as if he was terribly inconvenienced by the way his words got caught in his throat. “Fuck.”

You smiled, cheek leaning against the edge of the door, as if it could hide how pleased you were.

Steve tried again, cheeks pink. “It’s like— you know how… at camp? It was like that?” The boy was gazing at you, eyes wide and sincere. “But now we’re here and I’m like, wondering, if it’s still like that?”

There was a beat of silence as you tried to work out what he was trying to say, but despite only seconds passing, Steve seemed to grow too impatient and it was like he finally found the words.

“I miss you,” he said, one eye squinting against the sun, like he could shield himself from any rejection if he didn’t look at you directly. “Is that stupid? Is that like, so dumb?”

Your breath hitched with his declaration and when you stopped grinning, that cheek aching sort of smile, you shook your head. Steve grinned too.

“S’not dumb,” you told him, stepping out from behind the door. You wanted to take his hand, you wanted to throw yourself at him. You wanted to see if he still tasted like strawberries, if he kissed you the same here as he did in the middle of the forest. “I miss you too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. But maybe we’re both dumb.”

The boy barked out a laugh, nodding. Maybe he was braver than you, ‘cause he moved forward, let his fingertips catch yours just so he could touch you. He was all caramel coloured eyes as he gazed down at you from underneath his lashes, that sticky sweet kinda look that made your stomach drop.

“Wanna do something?”

You leaned in, toes touching his. “Yeah? Like what?”

As if you’d turn any suggestion down.

Steve shrugged, hand leaving yours only to travel up your arm, his palm cupping your elbow, coaxing you both into each other's spaces. It felt nice, familiar and terrifying all at once.

“Anything. Could go for a walk, the arcade. Maybe catch a movie, just— I dunno, hang out.” Steve swallowed, another bout of nervousness catching at his chest. “I like hanging out with you.”

“You asking me on second date, Harrington?” You grinned, even though you were trying to be coy about it, as if your last date didn’t just end a matter of hours ago, as if you didn’t want to throw your arms around the boy and ask if you could keep him.

Steve’s smile matched yours, cheeks rosy from more than just a summer spent outside. “Yeah, if you’d like.”

Your fingers caught the hem of his shirt, a shy touch that made Steve lose his breath, ‘cause he could feel you against the skin of his stomach, a barely there brush as you plucked at the cotton.

“I’d like that,” you agreed.

…

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #Steve harrington blurb #camp blurb

[bunnys-kisses]

wash away the residue - astarion ancunin

pairing: astarion ancunin x fem!reader rating: 18+ summary: Astarian was a generous lover. Maybe not in certain ways, but when it came to being intimate with you, he thought you deserved all the pleasure he could give you. It started at camp on a warm afternoon. Astarian kept close by as you washed your clothes in the nearby river. He knew that when you cleaned your clothes it left you nude for a little while they dried. So Astarian had to make sure that you were safe tags: pwp, forest/outdoor sex, oral sex/fingering, cowgirl position, 2.3k of smut join my discord

Astarian was a generous lover. Maybe not in certain ways, but when it came to being intimate with you, he thought you deserved all the pleasure he could give you. It started at camp on a warm afternoon. Astarian kept close by as you washed your clothes in the nearby river. He knew that when you cleaned your clothes it left you nude for a little while they dried. So Astarian had to make sure that you were safe.

He had an affinity for you, he thought you were simply beautiful. There was a stunning quality to you both in battle and in casual endeavors. It made him ache. How he’d love to reach out and kiss you. To fuck you, to have a sweet taste of your blood.

But for now he’d stick close to the tree line and protect from a distance. And since he was there, he’d enjoy the view.

You sat at the edge of the river, the water was slow moving. You took your time lathering your skin with the bar of soap you carried with you. You made sure to get every last inch of skin. After the fights you’d been having, it was nice to wash away the grime. You did hate how cold it was however, unlike the warm water of the inns in town.

Your hands dipped between your legs to wash and you let out a small moan. It had been too long since you had been intimate with someone and it wasn’t since the last town that you had touched yourself. So any amount of attention to your pussy made you feel tingly all over.

Your clothes were nearby drying on a large rock. The sun beamed down on you through the trees as you put the soap to the side and got into the river. It was cold, but refreshing against the afternoon air.  You heard a branch snap and you quickly turned around to see where it was coming from.

  “Astarian?” You asked as you looked at him with wide eyes.

  “Oh, hello darling. I didn’t expect to see you here.” He said a little nervously. He cleared his throat, “How are you?”

You turned around fully to face him with your hands to your chest, “I’m alright. How did you find me? I thought I was far enough away from camp.”

He chuckled, “Well, I was looking for firewood and ended up a little farther than I hoped for. I promise I wasn’t peeping.” He stepped forward with a smile, “You look beautiful if I do say so myself. Do you… Need a little help?”

Your eyes went to the soap then back to him, “I did all the washing already. But I don’t mind you keeping me company.” You smiled at him and put your hands down to expose your breasts to him.

The thought of littering your skin with his bites made him excited. He could feel his cock twitch in his pants as he moved further from the tree line and towards you, “You don’t mind me seeing all of your beauty, darling?”

  “I mean, I think all of the party has seen each other naked before. There isn’t anything you haven’t seen before.” You said before you put your head under the cold water to get the soap out of your hair. When you emerged again, droplets of water streamed down your body and back to the water.

You looked back at him and he looked at you with his eyes wide. In that moment it clicked together, Astarian found you arousing. He thought what was before him was beautiful, that your body was beautiful. You got the rest of the suds off your body before you climbed out of the river and headed towards him. Your hips swayed as you approached him.

  “What are you looking at, Astarian?” You asked as you reached down his shirt.

He swallowed, “Well, you see…” His eyes looked down at the tops of your breasts.

You chuckled softly, “Does the suave rouge want me? Were you really looking for firewood, or were you looking for a peek?”

He placed his hands on your shoulders and pulled you close to him. He leaned in and kissed you passionately on the lips. He held onto your wet shoulders as he felt your front wet his shirt. When he pulled away, he admitted, “It would be an honor.” The last word held on his tongue and caused you to shiver.

You covered your mouth as you laughed then took his hand back to the river. You laid out on the rock beside your wet clothes and pulled him in for another searing kiss. You hooked a bare leg around his waist as the kiss deepened. You felt your back grow warm from the heat of the rock.

  “Please, let me.” He said as he pulled away. He was out of breath as he pushed the hair out of his eyes, “Let me make you feel good.” He pulled away from you and got between your legs. His body felt warm as he placed his hands on your thighs.

You swallowed anxiously as you felt the first licks at your clit. Your toes curled and wanted to close your legs, but Astarian prevented that. He made sure they were wide open. You covered your mouth with your hand so as to not alert the rest of your party. The last thing he needed to see was the two of them in such a compromising position.

  “mmm, you like that don’t you? How my tongue feels on your sweet sex. I bet no man has ever made you feel this way before.” He said as he gazed at your inner thigh with his fangs. You jumped but he kept you pinned to the rock, “Now don’t go running away. I want to devour you.” then continued to lick at your clit. His cock was hard and heavy in his pants as he pleasured you.

  “Ah! Astarian!” You yelped, but your hand muffled most of the noise.

The sounds of the forest were all around you as he ate you out. As he pleasured you with his tongue. From the sound of the river, to the chirping of birds, and the gentle breeze. Soon your other hand went down to his hair and held onto the white locks. You panted against your hand as you felt the pleasure move through your body.

Your heart raced, you felt your legs stiffen and your toes curl. He was devouring you and savoring every last lick. You held onto him as you let your noises go through the forest. As you sank deeper into pleasure you didn’t care who heard you. It would be quite the story if someone found you. You crossed your ankles onto his back as he continued to orally pleasure you.

  “That’s it, darling. Your sounds are so beautiful.” He purred.

  “Please, Astarian. Ah! It feels so good!” You moaned.

He groaned against your soft pussy and then continued to suck at your thighs as he worked his fingers inside of you. He played with your clit with his thumb which made you moan louder. Paired with the simulation of his mouth on your sensitive thighs, you felt like you were on cloud nine. You never imagined that the vampire would have such a way with his tongue in a sexual way.

He began to lick you again as his fingers worked your hole. He felt your thighs inch closer to his face as he pleasured you orally. He was impressed with the noises he was able to pull out of you. He was more proud of himself than anything. He chuckled against your heated flesh.

  “Such a good girl.” He said, his voice muffled by your thighs. He looked up at you from between your legs. He licked across the entirety of your sex as he maintained eye contact.

  “Fuck, Astarian.” You whimpered as you felt the pleasure become overwhelming.

Water clung to your skin as he gripped your thighs. He groaned against your pussy, he panted wildly against it and went back to using those quick fingers to pleasure you once more. He knew that your wetness was all over his face and his hair was a mess. His body felt hot and sweaty with his shirt that was now stuck against his back.

You wrapped your legs around him further with both hands in his soft hair. And with a few more strokes of his tongue, you climaxed.  You held back the moan in your mouth for fear of being too loud. You tensed up for a moment before you relaxed against the warm rock with the sun beaming down on you. Your panted wildly and your bones felt like goo. Your head throbbed from the intense sensation and Astarian rose from between your legs.

He stared down at you with his pupils blown out. His chest was heaving. He then leaned down to your face and deeply kissed you on the lips. He pinned your hands to the rock and deepened the kiss. He pulled away soon after and stared down at you. His erection was fully visible in his pants.

  “Do you mind helping me?” He asked.

You gazed up at him, still coming down from your high. You smiled at him, “Of course, I’d be honored.” Then leaned up to kiss him once more. You pulled him back down to him and rolled him onto his back. You held his face for a moment, “You owe me another bath after this.”

  “Of course, my love.” He said with a smile, “Anything for you.” Then started to get his cock out of his pants.

It was a quick endeavor to get his hard cock into your slick pussy. All of the wetness between your legs provided effective lubrication for your sexual escapade on the rock. He held onto your hips to guide the pace as you started to roll your hips. You placed both hands on the rock by his head for support as you felt the man’s cock moving in and out of you.

  “That’s it.” He said almost lovingly.

  “It feels amazing.” You moaned, “Who knew having sex with your smart ass would be so good.”

He quickly slapped your ass, “Darling, you better watch your tongue. Or I’ll put something in there to shut it up.” His firm tone made a shiver run through you. He watched your breast jiggle as you rode him, which only aroused him further. You looked good on top of him and the idea that there was a world of sexual positions you could find yourself in excited him.

Because now that he had a taste for your flesh, he knew nothing else would ever satisfy him.

Your bodies moved together as you felt the rush of pleasure move through your bodies. The sex felt exciting. You moved as fast as you could, the sound of flesh hitting flesh in the afternoon sun. Your stomach flipped as you felt the intense heat of pleasure. Your breathing was ragged and your pulse raced. You felt the water on your skin still but slowly getting dried from the sun.

You leaned in to kiss him once more in an effort to muffle your noises as you two humped against one another. Your pussy clenched around his cock as you moved up and down on it. The kiss was hot between you two. It was mixed in with pleasurable noises of sex. When you pulled away you gazed into his eyes and pushed the hai out of your face.

  “You are divine.” He said almost breathless, “My darling, you are the most divine woman I have ever seen. I find myself growing addicted to you. I hope you know that this will not be the end of intimacy between us.”

You nodded, “Of course, Astarian. You make me feel so good.”

He grabbed at your ass and hips as he met your pace. His breathing was heavy as the two of you fucked in the middle of the woods. You were certain it was more common than you thought, but the idea of being so vulnerable out here was a big turn on for you. You kissed him once more in a heated exchange. You breathed heavily through your nose as you worked his body.

You knew you were going to be dead on your feet after this, but you had Astarian to make sure that you were clean. After all he caused the mess in the first place, it was the last he could do.

  “Fuck.”

  “I know.”

You two went back to passionately making out under the bright afternoon sun. You could feel your heart racing in your chest as your stomach twisted into knots. The thrill was exciting, unlike anything you had experienced before. Having sex with Astarian was akin to a feeling of utter euphoria. As you broke the kiss, you rested your forehead against his.

The heat between you two was becoming unbearable, you soon needed release. With a few more bucks of your hips. You dug your fingers into your palms as you orgasmed. Your head felt numb for a moment as if you couldn’t form a coherent thought. You swore your mind went blank as Astarian thrusted up into you to meet his own climax. He soon came as well and you both breathed heavily to the sounds of the forest.

  “Holy-“

  “I know.” You panted as you slid off his cock and laid beside him in the sun.

He turned to his side to protect you in his arms. He kissed the top of your head as his breathing started to level out. He said quietly, “Beautiful. You were so good. Maybe tonight we shall sneak away and do it again. I know I’ll be craving you again.”

You knew it as a promise and you knew that you’d need him all the same. You leaned up and kissed him on the jaw as you came down from the high of sex. He grabbed your ass and kissed you once more. You had a feeling you were going to need more than one wash to get rid of the smell of Astarian.

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Sweet Truth - pt.3

“Have I ever told you that…you are so pretty?”

Summary🌹- Feelings within Y/n start to change but is it what she thinks they are? Things take an unexpected turn when Seungcheol plans something even though the employees may hate it…it doesn’t turn bad for Y/n and Seungcheol.

Warnings- none 💀(yet). just kissing, bit suggestive / let me know if you find anything

a/n- Hi!! Guys omg school started and I’m so busy already! well here it is! I will try to upload A dare after all! or Angel let me know which one! Enjoy ❤️

“Your type?!” Jia, my best friend yelled in shock as it echoed around the coffee shop. I slightly looked down, noticing people looking towards us.

“Yeah thanks for keeping it a secret” I whispered, rolling my eyes while taking a sip of my coffee. It had been a week after that lunch with Seungcheol and I was telling Jia about it. I had told her that I was starting to see Seungcheol in a different way. Which she was shocked of course because she knew what I had against him.

“But Y/n sweetie…what about your “hate” for him? I thought you couldn’t stand him?” Jia asked, tilting her head curiously.

“I know. I know it’s sudden but…I feel like he's changing…he has not been that cold man from when I started working in the company…and well if I’m being honest…I felt nice when Jeonghan told me that he defended me with that old guy…” I said feeling my cheeks heat up.

Not only was it the first time I saw Seungcheol more than only my boss, but the first time that I said good things about him as well. Jia was smiling at me hearing my ranting about my boss that I once hated. I was having this strange feeling within me.

“Girl! You’re falling in love!” she said giggling, making me widen my eyes. What? In love with my boss? I never thought I would ever say it but, I guess it was true?

“No, of course not Jia!” I whispered yelled finishing my coffee looking down as my thoughts came to Mr. Choi Seungcheol, I shook my head slightly kicking myself out of my thoughts.

NEXT DAY

Making my way into the company, I was received with a huge banner hung from across the railing. Looking up I frowned as it read Calling Mr. Choi’s Staff! Fun camping trip for team! WTF—

I was frozen and made my way to the elevator and walked to Jeonghan.

“What’s going on with that announcement at the entrance? I was never informed” I said anxiously. Jeonghan hummed as he finished arranging some papers and looked at me.

“Apparently the boss wants to take you and I and the whole team for a camping “fun” experience he says, I doubt all members will go” he said, shrugging “ I don’t know where he got that idea though” he said resting his hand on his hip looking at me.

“He…he comes up with the most random ideas huh?” I mumbled and released a sigh. Giving Jeonghan a sweet smile I made my way out, I had to talk with Seungcheol. I was speed walking at this point. I knocked on his door and came in.

“Mr. Choi…” I started but he cut me off. “Are you coming? I just planned it last night I think it would be a good “reward” for my employees” he said quickly and he was smiling at me and stood up. He came closer to me and showed me the camping site on his tablet. It was a nice place actually, it had beautiful views, nature and a pretty lake.

“Oh…yes that’s pretty nice… actually it’s beautiful Mr. Choi” I said smiling “So are you coming?” he asked me and took a few seconds to think about it. A part of me wanted to go, I mean who didn’t want to go camping for free, or for their handsome boss– fuck.

“Um…yeah sure I’ll go” I whispered “Great!” he said and he seemed to be happy about his idea so I really couldn’t say no, and a little escape wasn’t so bad.

Letting out a relieved sigh I got out of the van and stretched followed by Jia and Seungkwan complaining about the transportation. I couldn’t help but laugh at the two them. I shook my head grabbing my bag and travel bag looking around, taking in the wonderful view while looking around I caught the other van stopping behind us. Then I see Mr. Choi’s large figure getting out and it was like he felt my eyes on him, since he turned his head and we made eye contact.

We looked at each other for a few seconds before I felt Jia elbow me. “Ow…” I whispered frowning at her. “I think you two are having a moment” she said teasingly and I gently pushed her.

“Shut up no we aren’t…and be quiet I don’t want to start rumors…” I said walking away a few feet away from Seungcheol, coming to a stop when he placed his bag down in an empty area with a view to the lake.

“Well as you can see this is the site, and we’ll set up over tents here to face the lake…and we’ll start setting up for a fire too…” Seungcheol explained, I didn’t say anything and just nodded.

“Sir, why don’t we work in teams? Four of us can stay and work on the tents and get the things set up and the other two can go get some wood” Jeonghan suggested elbowing me from the back, as Seungcheol nodded being attentive to his opinion.

“Yeah sure…good idea Jeonghan…um…Y/n do you want to come get wood with me?” Seungcheol asked and hearing my name I quickly looked at him,

“Oh um…sure…” I nodded, “okay, it’ll be a bit of walking so come on…” Seungcheol said and I caught up to him as we started walking uphill to where the trees were.

“I’ll put up our tent Y/n!” Jia yelled at me, making me giggle.

Walking around for a few minutes I picked up a big piece of wood and looked for something more still quiet. Seungcheol already had a few pieces of wood and he wasn’t making it easy. He looked so handsome. What??

“Do you think this is enough?” he asked me and I looked at what we both had.

“I think we need more,” I said softly, picking up more wood. I was scared that I might be giving off an “odd” vibe. Why was I behaving like this? Was it because of him? Was Jia right about me catching feelings for him?

“Are you okay Miss Y/n?” he whispered, bringing me back to reality making me look up at him. His soft brown locks looked so puffy, I just wanted to touch his hair, his big dark eyes were scanning my face while my mouth slightly opened and closed trying to find the words.

“Yes…yeah I’m fine” I said quickly before gathering more wood. He showed gave my a closed smile and slowly grabbed me by my wrist pulling me back.

“Like you say y/n, tell me the truth…a “true” truth” he whispered softly and my body got hot. What was he saying? Was it obvious?

“Um I’m really fine Seungcheol…let’s head back before it gets dark” I whispered walking ahead.

“Ooh Y/n you’re back!” Jia said, wiggling her eyebrows at me glancing at Seungcheol. I widened my eyes making a face at her before mouthing shut up to her. Seungcheol sat up the wood and the rest to the side before taking the wood from me as his large hand slowly brushed on mine, making our eyes meet each other

“Sorry” he whispered to me as he took the wood from me. My cheeks were probably tinted red when he slightly chuckled.

“It’s okay Sir—Seungcheol” I corrected myself, smiling at him. We made our way to the chairs that the other guys had set up already. I walked over to a chair looking for Jia, who I then caught already flirting with Executive Jun, traitor, I frowned and crossed my arms sitting there.

I sat there with Jia and Jun, but after a bit I felt more like a third wheel than her friend, so I just stood up and went over to my shared tent with Jia and took out comfy and warm clothing, coming out like this it had gotten a bit dark as the sun was starting to set.

Walking over to the camp fire I caught Mr. Choi sitting there, he was now alone, he was the one to plan this and no one seemed to be spending time with him. Approaching him slowly, clearing my throat gently to not startle him he quickly turned his head.

“Hi, can I join you?” I asked softly making my way to the chair next to him. He quickly shook his head and fixed his posture.

“Oh please, here do you want some hot chocolate?” he offered while I sat down nodding my head. “Yes, thank you” I said softly watching him pour the hot chocolate in another mug giving it to me, I smiled and carefully tried it, it was perfect.

“Wow, it’s really good” I said happily keeping the mug on my hands to keep them warm.

“Really? You like it?” he asked and I looked at him nodding “yeah, probably the best hot chocolate I’ve had” I said and he chuckled.

“Well thank you…I made it” he said and I widened my eyes. “Really? Mr. Choi makes hot chocolate? Hm now I’ve seen it all…wait no hold on…Mr. Choi planning a camping trip with his employees…now that one was surprising!” I said laughing drinking more hot chocolate.

He smiled and looked at the fire before looking at me. “Oh come on…I bet you didn’t think I was a grumpy workaholic…don’t answer that” he added quickly making me laugh. As much as I couldn’t believe it, talking under a sunset and the soothing river sounds, with a fire and hot chocolate, with my boss wasn’t as bad. He wasn’t as bad anymore, I was getting more comfortable with him and started to tell him more things about me. Somehow getting to know him was making me forget what had happened 3 years ago.

When it was his turn to talk I couldn’t help but admire the features I had never noticed on him. His big black eyes sparkled and his dark locks gently fell on his eyes, my eyes slowly caught his plump lips as he talked until he stopped talking and I quickly looked at him clearing my throat blushing at my own thoughts.

His eyes were now on me and the closeness of the chairs weren’t doing any favors, we were close. He slowly moved his large body to leaning on the side of the chair gently and my body didn’t respond my mouth slightly opened and closed trying to find what to say next but nothing came out. I didn’t know why I was feeling like this. Was Jia right about what I was feeling?

“Y/n…” he whispered my name gently, making goosebumps spread through my body, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

“Um…y-yes sir?” I responded slowly tightening my grip around the mug, my eyes scanning his face noticing his eyes on my lips, he slowly came closer.

“Have I ever told you that…you are so pretty?” he whispered to me and a knot formed in my throat he better not expect an answer. What did he just said?

“S-sir–”

“It’s Seungcheol…and you don’t have to answer I know I had never told you, I had always kept it to myself” he whispered moving his large hand up to my face pushing a strand of my hair behind my ear and his breath gently hits my lips.

His eyes glanced at mine as if he were asking for permission when he saw no hesitation from me, he proceeded to lean it closer and my eyes start to fall close his hand slowly moved to my neck, his touch was so warm and my body got hotter when his lips crashed onto mine. I was in shock yet I still kissed him back. Our lips moving in sync, tasting each other was something I had never imagined. His movements were gentle yet with a bit of force showing how he had waited for this for so long.

I couldn’t deny Mr. Choi was doing something to me… And I did not hate it.

We kissed for a few seconds my hand gently resting on his arm, until we heard Jeonghan yell from behind us, making us jump and pull away. I quickly stood up almost tripping with the blanket and sat the cup down. My legs were shaking, had Jeonghan seen us? Luckily, no he had burnt himself with the pot. Great timing Jeonghan

“Oh um…Jeonghan what are you doing!?” I exclaimed going over to him trying to push away what had happened with Seungcheol a few minutes ago.

“I made ramen and I thought the pot wouldn’t burn…here let me set it over there…move, move” he mumbled making me giggle going over to the fire setting it down on the table.

“What were you guys doing? Everyone seems to be doing their own thing” Jeonghan said, looking at both of us.

“We…we were talking about work…” I said quickly sitting back down on the same chair to not make it obvious as Jeonghan took another chair in front of us as he started eating.

“Sure…You two are so similar! Work while camping?!” Jeonghan said, shaking his head. As Seungcheol was silent looking at me.

“What if we take that canoe tomorrow the three of us, it’ll be fun and you two can get your mind off work.” Jeonghan suggested and Seungcheol just nodded, giving him a smile.

“Sure, that sounds fun” I said to him, trying really hard to not think back to the kiss with Seungcheol. We stayed there for a few more hours. My insomnia was awake so I wasn’t tired at all. When Jeonghan finished talking about his silly adventures he smiled at us and said goodnight, he gave me a hug and went to his tent. Leaving Seungcheol and me alone.

“We…we should go to sleep…I’ll see you tomorrow…for the um…Canoe ride” I said softly standing up. He quickly nodded.

“Oh yeah, yes we’ll…goodnight Miss Y/n” he mumbled as I bowed my head before we made eye contact and I quickly left for my tent. Approaching the tent there was giggling coming from inside, I frowned and saw my bag outside, picking it up I shook the dirt off it and peeked at the small opening. Ugh. Jia was with Jun! Fuck!

I stomp my foot cursing at Jia under my breath. Making my way back, I decided to go see if Jeonghan had a free space before making my way. I bumped into Seungcheol.

Making me gasp he turned on his phone flash light.

“I thought you had gone to sleep” he said chucking before seeing me carrying my stuff.

“um I was…Jia…well I think she’s busy tonight and I don’t plan on sleeping in there anymore…” I said shaking my head making a face.

“I was going to check on Jeonghan and see if—” I started but he cut me off.

“Oh no he’s passed out…um…You can sleep in here tonight…I’ll sleep in one of the vans” Seungcheol said unzipping his tent letting me see the interior it was so organized, So Seungcheol.

“Oh no sir! I’ll sleep in the van then” I quickly said but he took my sleeping bag from me and opened it next to his extended one.

“It’ll be really cold at night…please I insist” Seungcheol said giving me puppy eyes. I hesitated, but I quickly gave up but something got into me, I don’t know what got into me.

Taking hold of his wrist, touching his many bracelets I looked at him.

“Um…share the tent with me…it’s just tonight and we can’t risk you getting sick” I whispered and his eyes widened.

“Are you sure? I—” “I’m sure” I said quickly before he could even finish and I went into the tent into my sleeping bag getting comfortable, he got in zipping up the tent and lighting up pretty fairy lights. He pulled more blankets and a pillow, laying down in his sleeping bag he extended the blankets on us and slowly pulled my head up placing the pillow down.

“Seungcheol—” I started in shock of how I basically invaded his space yet he was giving me full attention.

He laid down and turned to me, admiring me for a few seconds.

“About earlier…I’m really sorry…I shouldn’t have” I started remembering earlier again. I was looking at the fairy lights but I swiftly turned my head feeling his warm breath on my face.

He was holding himself up with his elbow and his face was close to mine. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy and my heartbeat was beating at a thousand miles per hour.

“Are you saying you didn’t like it?” he said, making my whole body freeze, his eyes glancing down at my lips on swift motions before returning to my eyes.

I opened my mouth but I couldn’t find the words. I couldn’t tell him that I had liked it, who does that? not me. I didn’t want to make this more awkward than it already is. I looked away and snuggled in my blankets, if Jia was right about me catching feelings for my boss, then so be it I guess.

“do you want a sweet truth?” I asked him quietly.

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OKAY! New ask!! Alex and Y/N get bored at their recon outpost and decide to see who can complete their workout track faster. (think like the ones they have at boot camps but low quality bc they’re in the middle of a war zone) whoever won got to shower first bc water is limited but it gets a lil steamy at the end🤭

pairing: alex keller x f!reader

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The Great Race

You and Alex were stationed in a recon outpost in Siberia, where the task force was sent to infiltrate Makarov's convoy. You were stationed there to be lookouts, though there were relativity no people around, causing you both to become increasingly bored. 

As Alex was wiping his gun clean, he noticed a workout track off to the side of where they were. Well, a track is an overstatement. It was a simple dirt track that looked like it had not been used for years. "You see that track over there?" He questions, pausing on cleaning to look up at you. 

You nod your head, not paying too much attention to him. He notices your disregard for his question and decides to say something that will pique your interest. "I would run circles around you on that track."

Your eyes dart up to meet his. "No, you couldn't, Keller." He shrugs. "I know I could." He states as he wipes his gun clean, a slight, knowing smirk forms on his lips.

You swivel your head towards him. "Keller, you are probably the slowest soldier I have ever seen." He rolls his eyes. "Mhm. Sure."

"You are!" You laugh, still looking at him. "Do you honestly think you could beat me?" You ask, sounding baffled. 

"I already said I could."

You purse your lips, looking over at the track. "Let's test it then." He cocks a brow as he stops cleaning. "Seriously?" You smile at him. "Scared, Keller?" He narrows his eyes. "Never." He turns his head to asses the track again. "Fine. I'll humor you."

You both make your way down the ladder of the outpost and head over to the dirt track.

"Ok. We'll do a mile. Four laps around-"

"I know how many laps a mile is." He interrupts.

You continue, paying no mind to his interruption. "And the first person to finish gets to..." You ponder a suitable prize. "Shower first." 

He nods, pleased with the prize. "Sound good?" You ask. "That shower is going to feel so good." You glance at him. "Right. Like you're going to be the one to cash it in." You point out. "I'll count to three; then we'll go."

"1..." 

"2..."

"Hey, what's that over there?" You look behind him, your eyes widening. Alex is quick to spin around. "Where?" His voice is plagued with confusion. 

"3.." You bolt as you end the countdown. Keller is still at the starting line. He spins around. "God damn it." He grits as he starts to run. 

Both of you are fast. Very fast. After the first lap, you were leading, though Keller was hot on your trail. 

You had been teasing him about being behind you until the third lap started, and he jets past you. "Fuck." You mutter to yourself, attempting to speed past him. 

The fourth and final lap proved to be incredibly challenging. You were both creeping up on the other. If Keller was in front, you were just a little behind. If he was in front, you were on his heels. 

When the finish line was in view, you dashed to pass him. You were both neck and neck. Then, without realizing it, you both crossed the line simultaneously. 

"You cheated, and we still tied." He remarked, his breath sounding labored. "I did not cheat. You need to learn to pay attention." You counter, also out of breath. He smirked. "Oh, is that right?" You nodded. "Yes. You had your head in clouds." He rolled his eyes you. "Mhm." He replied.

Once you both took a second to recuperate, you remembered the prize. "So, who gets to shower first?" You remind him. He ponders the idea. "Well. I guess since we both won, we both get to shower." Your eyes widen. He lets out a soft chuckle. "Not like that. We can face opposite ways." He continues. "Don't you want a hot shower?" You close your eyes, contemplating, eventually caving. "Fine. But, if you look at me-" He snickered. "Wouldn't dream of it, shortcake." He quipped.

You both went to the shower and you began to strip out of your clothes. "Turn around." You remind him. He obliges and starts undressing himself.

"Close your eyes."

"Then I won't be able to see."

"Why would you want to see me-"

"The shower. I won't be able to see where the shower is."

Your face turns pink. "Right." He cackles at your evident embarrassment. 

"I won't look at you. Just go in." You hesitate only momentarily and make your way into the hot, steamy shower. He amends his early sentiment and doesn't look at you as he makes his way in, facing in the opposite direction, your backs to each other.

Although you can try to deny it, Alex Keller is so attractive. You salivate at the thought of his naked body so close to yours. His cock is only mere inches from you.

As he washes his body, you feel the slight graze of his hands on your ass; you slightly moan at the interaction, causing your face to turn red. "Oh my god.." You say, stumbling over your words because you were embarrassed. "I'm sorry..oh my..this is so fucking embarrassing." You attempt to make your way out of the shower, but before you can take one step, Alex grabs your arm, his body now facing yours.

He didn't say a word, nor did you—both of you breathing heavily before he finally broke the silence.

"Can I-" He begins to question before you cut him off quickly.

"Please." You beg.

With that, you two are entangled. His rough hands find their way to the back of your head, his fingers threading through your hair as he roughly kisses you. You maneuver your hands around his neck, bringing him closer to deepen the kiss.

"Fuck." He groans into your mouth as he notices his quickly hardening cock touching your stomach. You gently bring your hand up so it's now gripping him. He grunts at your touch, taking one of his hands from your head and moving it lower so it's cupping your breast. You throw your head back as his finger rubs your sensitive nipple. This incentivizes you to begin pumping his cock, though he is quick to pull your hand off. You give him a confused expression, and he dips his head into the crook of your neck to leave wet, sloppily kisses. 

"I'll come too fast." You laugh at his honesty, before you grab his head from your neck, and reconnect your lips with his. You gently pull back for a moment, your lips still hovering over his.

"This doesn't mean anything." You breathlessly say.

"No?" He bends down, whispering against your neck, as his fingers linger down your body, grazing your wet cunt. "Sure. Maybe it doesn't mean you like me, but I know you like my fingers..." He slips two inside you, soliciting a moan from you, causing a cocky grin to spread across his face. 

"I like a lot of guys' fingers." You continue, your voice sounding like gravel. "You're not special."

"Do you now?" He moves his fingers up and down your throbbing clit. "But, do they all get you this wet?" He whispers into your ear, referring to your dripping arousal. You shamelessly ground against his fingers. He takes your movements and silence as an answer.

"Didn't think so." He remarks as he hungrily catches your lips with his and pushes his fingers back into you. You whine into his mouth at the contact and instantly thread your fingers back through his hair. 

He continues pumping his fingers in and out of your cunt. "So fuckin' wet and tight fer'me." He mutters into your mouth. "Gonna make you come so hard. All over my fingers." He quickened his pace. "You have such a dirty mouth." You breathe out. "You fuckin' love it." He mumbles.

You can feel your peak nearing. "Gonna.." He quickly cuts you off. "When you come, say my name." 

"Kel..-" You begin. "Not fucking Keller. My name." He grits. 

"Alex." You loudly moan as you come, your legs shaking and your heart racing.

He holds you as your orgasm subsides, and then he sets you down gently. 

"Would you wash my hair?" He asks earnestly.

"No. I'm not touching you." You say as you regain your breath. 

"I just gave you an orgasm with my fingers, and you won't wash my hair?" He remarked. "Might I add, you we trynna give me a hand job earlier?"

"Fuck off." You say, as a small smile forms on your lips.

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[dreamdaddydutch]

Thigh-riding

I thought it was about time I wrote some headcanons regarding a few members of the gang and thigh-riding. I may write a pt 2. featuring other characters. 

18+ ONLY. Minors DNI. Warnings - Smut obviously. 

Javier

Javier is a man of simple but beautiful tastes and seeing his s/o ride his thigh is one of those things that drives him absolutely wild.

Just feeling their heat through his jeans makes him an incredibly happy man.

He loves placing his hands on his s/o’s thighs and gripping tightly, occasionally he’ll push them backwards or pull them forward, helping to rock them at the pace he wants to watch them work at.

Sometimes he likes it if they ride his thigh with no underwear on so that their scent rubs off on the material and he can take that part of his s/o with him. He doesn’t care if it’s perceived as dirty/filthy, that just turns him on more – there’s an intimacy to it that makes him feel closer.

Full of praise and sweet nothings – he needs his s/o to know what a good job they are doing and most importantly how that makes him feel.

He especially loves it if his s/o rides his thigh while sat round the camp fire or in view of others. It’s done subtly with them just sat on one leg, occasionally moving so it isn’t obvious, with either skirts tumbling around them so no one can see underneath or done brazenly if they’re wearing jeans/pants, but again, subtly.

Sometimes Javier likes to jerk off while his partner is riding his thigh. He finds it really intimate and keeps pace with his partner’s rocking hips. Occasionally this becomes a competition on who will cum first.

He’ll give as much as he takes, touching his s/o as he touches himself, making sure they both experience the pleasure at the same time.

Dutch

Dutch is the king of thigh-riding, it’s one of his absolute favourite things to witness his s/o doing and boy is a daddy about it. He’s both commanding and domineering

But there’s lots of after-care to provided to his s/o afterwards and will ensure they get to cum – as long as it’s on his terms.

Dutch can be pretty mean and while his s/o is panting and sweating as they ride his thigh faster and harder (following his instructions of course). He’ll be happily reading and puffing on a cigar, acting completely oblivious to all the hard work the other is putting in.

Sometimes he likes it when he too is naked, or at least when his pants are off. Something about his s/o riding his naked thigh drives him to distraction. He loves how their juices/pre-cum makes all the hairs on his leg wet, the extra friction the hair causes for his s/o is a bonus.

In fact Dutch kind of finds it hot if he goes down on his s/o afterwards or is fucking them and finds one of his hairs there. He won’t say this aloud, but it turns him on, knowing a part of him is in his s/o.

Dutch will also, on occasion, slick up his fingers with massage oil or his partner’s fluids and then reach to insert a finger or two into his partner’s ass. Curling his finger inside them as they ride his thigh. Occasionally pushing in deeper to spur them on to ride even faster. It’s kinky, it gets him going and it’s something incredibly private that he can do.

Sometimes he likes to jerk off while his s/o is riding him, occasionally he’ll kiss his s/o during one of these sessions, but only if they can keep up the pace. Otherwise, he’ll break the kiss immediately until they start doing better for him again.

But it’s always so rewarding, not just with the immediate after care but for days afterwards Dutch will be extra loving to his s/o, letting them off

Mary-Beth

Mary Beth has read some erotic romance novels and that is where she is first introduced to the concept of thigh-riding. Since then she has dreamt of having someone on her thigh.

She gets embarrassed the first time she tries it with someone, colour rushing to her cheeks but she enjoys it and is glad she’s doing it with someone she trusts.

It’s only once she tries it for the first time she realises just how much she enjoys being in charge.

But she also loves that when her s/o is riding her it’s easy to kiss them, wrap her arms round their neck and play with their hair.

She’ll lift up her skirts and shift them to the side so that her partner can ride her bare thigh. Something about this type of skin-on-skin contact drives her wild and creeps into her dreams leaving her waking up feeling happy and content.

Sometimes she’ll move her skirts back over the two of them so if anyone walks in it’ll just look as if her partner is sat on her lap cuddling.

Charles

Charles absolutely loves thigh-riding and if his s/o is down to do this he’ll be a very happy boy.

Charles knows he has thick thighs, so watching his s/o shift their hips up and down supported on that muscle turns him on.

He doesn’t speak much during, but he’s completely focused on his s/o and their movements, he finds it beautiful just watching them come undone as they ride him. He likes to watch their expressions change, the way their eyelids flutter or the way they throw back their head and hair tumbles around them if they have long hair. He’ll sometimes cup his partners face or stroke their hair.

Thigh riding is going to get Charles very hard, but he won’t do anything about it – not until his partner has finished and they’re ready to move on to the next stage. He enjoys feeling hard and the restriction of being pressed against his jeans. He likes how much it turns him on without having to touch himself.

Charles won’t last too long like this, he has a lot of restraint, sure. But this is more when it comes to himself and his own pleasure. But after his s/o has put in so much effort for him he really wants to treat them to something tasty and make them feel good.

When the thigh-riding is done, he’ll sometimes grab his s/o’s ass and lift them up, stand up with them still hovering over his thigh, spin round and throw them back onto the bed. Charles knows what he wants, and he isn’t afraid to take it (as long as it’s consensual and discussed beforehand, this is incredibly important to him for both parties).

Lenny

Lenny will be a little reluctant at first, it’s something a little more perverse than what he’s used to in the bedroom, but he is 100% down to give it a go for his S/O.

Turns out he really enjoys it, he likes the little bit of control, he likes the intimacy of the act and how easy it is to kiss his partner when they’re in this position.

Sometimes he’ll slip his hands round to grab their ass as they’re rocking backwards and forwards, grabbing them and pulling them higher up his thigh.

Also enjoys how he can touch their chest, touch between their legs. He loves how at mercy they are with him.

But Lenny can’t stand it for too long, after a short time thigh riding, he’s down to fuck. He doesn’t have the patience of some of the others and is so hard it hurts. But he doesn’t want to just jack off, he needs his partner to know they’ve done this to him and just how crazy for them he is. So he’ll soon be pushing his s/o onto the bed and climbing on top of them, retaining that control and steering the evening in the direction he feels it needs to go in.

#javier escuella #dutch van der linde #lenny summers #mary beth gaskill #charles smith #thigh-riding #my writing #rdr2 x reader #headcanons

[plastikun]

jacob custos nsfw alphabet??? begging

— YOURE ALL I WANT, JACOB CUSTOS

A, AFTERCARE

I want to say Jacob’s good with aftercare, but he’s the type of guy to fall asleep right after sex. With that being said, he’s still going to try to make you feel loved by wrapping you in a probably-rib-breaking-hug before he passes out.

B, BODY PART

Jacob likes his chest simply for the way you like it. He loves the way you run your hands up and down it when you’re kissing, and the way you grip onto it with shaky arms when you’re riding him.

As for his favourite part about you, it’s hard to pick; you’re just so gorgeous to him, everything about you is equally as amazing! But if he absolutely had to, he’d go with your ass. He’ll grab onto no matter what position you’re in, he thinks it’s so fucking hot.

C, CUM

Jacob doesn’t mind getting messy, in fact, he actually prefers it during sex. He likes to pull out right before he cums, getting you all filthy for his viewing pleasure!! He’s also big on oral, specifically giving, and adores having you come undone all over his face. <3

D, DIRTY SECRET

Although he won’t tell you until your relationship has been going on for a while, (wether it be a romance or just a friends with benefits type of relationship) Jacob really gets off on the thrill of being caught doing the deed. He’ll leave doors ajar for someone to take a brief look into, or have a risky quickie in a bathroom stall where people can hear.

E, EXPERIENCE

I just know Jacob was a total man whore in the entirety of his high school career (which really wasn’t that long ago), so he’s definitely got heaps of experience. He knows exactly how to please you. So yes, he is definitely on the ‘top 10 guys who will keep you satisfied during summer camp’ list.

F, FAVOURITE POSITION

He likes any position that involves taking it from the back, he gets really embarrassed with the faces he makes during sex, and prefers it when you can’t see them. If you have preferences though, he’d be more than happy to do whatever you want to do: Jacob aims to please, in more ways than one ;)

G, GOOFY

Much like everything else in his life, Jacob doesn’t have a very serious approach on sex. He’ll make jokes the whole time; he really likes hearing your laugh :)

H, HAIR

He doesn’t really give much care to down there, he is also, very hairy. (exactly how I like my men…) he has a very cute happy trail running up his stomach! ;)

I, INTIMACY

He’s romantic when he wants to be, and he wants to be that way with you! He’ll tell you how pretty/handsome you are between whimpers and will absolutely drown you in kisses

J, JACK OFF

Nothing is better than the real thing he tells himself, but sometimes this horndog has to make do when the two of you haven’t been together for a long long while! Don’t worry, he’s thinking of you the whole time… how loyal! <3

K, KINKS

Jacob has a thing for praise. He loves it when you stroke his face and call him a good boy, when you tell him that he’s making you feel so fucking good between moans, or when you let him know that he looks so cute right now, all red faced and covered in sweat.

He also likes it when you make fun of him; when you tell him how pathetic he looks while he’s kneeling in front of you. Tell him how much of a loser he is after you’ve fucked him stupid ;)

L, LOCATION

He’s up for doing it whenever and wherever. A quickie in your car? Sure! Slipping into a bathroom stall for a blowjob? Yes please! Pulling over on the side of the road to bend you over the hood of his car? Fuck yeah, and let’s hope someone drives by and sees the two of you! He’s also, of course, up for something intimate and romantic in the comfort of your own homes, he’s not a total slut. (Yes he is)

M, MOTIVATION

Just about everything about you turns him on, but the number one thing that gets him going is your voice. He likes the drawl it has when you’re whispering filthy things into his ear and the sickeningly sweet tone you talk to him in when you’re giving him praise!

N, NO

Jacob doesn’t like any kind of impact play, both giving and receiving. No spanking, no choking, nothing that hurts either one of you! The only kind of pain he likes is the sweet sweet sting of an emotional burn… (cough cough… emma)

O, ORAL

While he does love a good blowjob from you, he prefers giving oral rather than receiving. He loves being between your thighs, face covered in your cum :( he’s just so cute! Pull his hair while he’s eating you out/giving you head! He loves it!

P, PACE

Most of the time Jacob is fast paced, ready to be fucked/fuck you into absolute oblivion! However, he does enjoy some nice, slow and romantic wake up sex <3

Q, QUICKIE

Jacob is always up for a quickie, wherever the two of you are! You’ve definitely had some risky quickies during your time as camp counsellors…

R, RISK

Literally thrives off taking crazy risks, he really likes public/semi-public sex. Fucking you/getting fucked in a bathroom stall where people can hear his pathetic whimpers, having you sit on his lap with his dick inside you while he talks to people, stuttering every so often. He likes leaving doors unlocked in hopes someone will open it up and find him in a compromising position ;)

S, STAMINA

Jacob could literally fuck you for hours on end, so get ready to be tired and shaky legged for the next 24 hours!

T, TOYS

He isn’t really the type to own toys, so unless you own them he probably hasn’t even had the thought of using them during sex. I think he’d enjoy them once you introduce them to him though <3

U, UNFAIR

Having you tease him is a HUGE turn on for him. He’s like the physical embodiment of that shirt that says: don’t bully me i’ll cum :(

V, VOLUME

Loud as HELL!! Jacob does NOT cut back on his noises, and hopes you won’t either. He wants you to hear his breathy whimpers and desperate moans, he likes letting you know that you’re doing a good job! Same goes for him, he wants to know that he’s pleasing you <3

W, WILDCARD

While Jacob is a switch, he has a preference for being submissive/bottoming and likes being given praise for how cute he looks while doing it!

Y, YEARNING

He literally has the highest sex drive that’s humanly possible, mans wants to fuck you constantly.

Z, ZZZ

As said in the very first letter of this horny ass alphabet, Jacob passes out almost instantly. He sleeps so hard you’d probably assume he was dead if you didn’t know any better. But don’t worry, he won’t neglect you… he’ll make sure to wrap you up in his arms and snuggle his face into your neck right before sleeping, he wants to make sure you feel loved and also wants to make sure he can see your pretty face when he wakes up :)

#jacob custos x reader #jacob custos #the quarry #the quarry x reader #the quarry smut

[fic-recs-4myself]

What is your favourite Drarry fic and favourite Wolfstar fic?

First of hi!! I think you are my first ask ever, this blog is purely my fanfic reblogs repository so it's nice to see someone else here.

I wouldn't say I have one only favorite of this but I can give you a top five

WOLFSTAR TOP 5

A. All the young dudes by MsKingBean89

This one's mandatory but I have to admit I never finished it. I'm too scared to read the ending even if I already know what happens.

But I just love how their characters are portrayed especially Remus!

B. Text Talk by Merlywhirls

This one's also a classic but, It's so cute, so sad, so adorable and unique. Truly something to read over and over again.

C. (The entirety of )Discard Verse by picascribit

Im pasting the series summary here because I can't describe it better and everyone should give it a chance. Beware of the warnings tho!

Non-magic Wolfstar AU romance set in contemporary Seattle. Sirius is a mixed race White/Japanese trans man, and an assistant librarian at the Seattle Public Library. Remus is Latino and an HIV+ homeless college student and sex worker. There are some angsty bits, but overall it's not a downer.

My sweet Remus is the strongest person alive in every fic I love him so much.

D. Pray the gay away by orphan account

Remus' parents send him to a Christian camp designed to help him control his “Same Sex Attraction”. Once there, Remus finds himself rooming with the devilishly handsome bad-boy, Sirius Black. Will he give in to temptation? Could the attraction he feels for Sirius be more than physical? Non-Magical 1970s AU

Amazing work it's as beautiful as it's sad. Again beware warnings.

E. Don't fuck this up lupin by blibberinghumdiggory

Short cute soulmates au fic

DRARRY TOP 5

A. F*ck! by shushu_yaoi_lj

Cute and hot an so much fun to read

B. The importance of being Draco Malfoy by poppyhills

The amnesia fic you didn't know you needed but I can assure you you do. It's so much fun and such an unique view of Draco's mind.

C. Dear cousin, love Regulus by LLAPI115 and XxTheDarkLordxX

Quite honestly the drarry takes a backseat to all the character work Draco does but still beautiful and necessary read

D. Chaos is my second home by

This is the third work of the series and you should probably read the other ones to understand but basically it's our boys with a whole less trauma sort of. Since Vernon and Lucius died when their kids are babes their upbringing is really different and their relationship later has a whole other first steps and I loved all the thought put into their characters.

E. Silk Sheets

Purely porn without (much) plot but I believe it deserves a special mention because of all the times I have read it.

Welp! That's it, honestly I just checked my AO3 bookmarks to make this list but it was really nice to remember all these lovely fics sorry I didn't tag them but you can find them by name or author on AO3. I have a bunch more of fics left especially drarry so let me know if you want me to post another list!

#drarry #drarry fic recs #wolfstar #wolfstar recs #hp

[pudgecuddles]

WOLF JOON WOLF JOON WOLF JOON WOLF JOON

Sexy- werewolf joon with a fat gut. Wolfie with a biiig crush. Fucking Jungkook into the mossy ground with his fatty belly resting on him. Growling and licking him. Greedily inhaling his scent. Trying to bite at his shoulder because mmmmmh- Jungkook would make a VERY good mate. Alpha wolf cock and fucking him until his belly bloats with cum. Protective. Wraps his thick fat arms around Jungkook from behind when someone else gets too close. Maybe accidentally calls Jungkook is Omega once during a rut.

Begging for pets when he's being soft. Nothing compares to Jungkook's hands in his hair and gently scratching at his ears... it makes his tail wag-

Okay, a) I love this. b) you inspired me and c) I'm sorry, but I didn't quite write what you asked for ^_^; Either way, this is for you Anon.

*This is the first of potentially many BTS Skyrim WG AU one-shots. I think I'll call it:

Good Boy’s Eat Well…

“Aw come on, Jungkookie.” Namjoon whined, sounding too much like an actual dog for comfort. “It’s almost the full moon, we gotta take advantage of it. You know I’ll be good for you right? We just gotta let me take it out on those blasted Silver Hand and I’ll be good.”

It was true, Jungkook thought. Not only had Namjoon proven that given the right outlet for his wolf spirit’s aggressive tendencies, he was a rather sweet werewolf around Jungkook. That and the den of Silver Hand, a glorified group of werewolf hunting bandits, had taken up residence too close to Lake View Manor, their home, for comfort.

“Okaaaaaay…” Jungkook groaned, before taking another sip of his mead. He’d just gotten back from clearing out a Dragur nest, catacombs of the undead Nordic warriors of old, with Hoseok yesterday and wanted some down time with his lovers before heading out on another quest. “But as soon as they're gone we come back okay? No camping.”

“No camping.” Namjoon swore, crossing his heart. His eyes shown silver in the firelight, proof of his lycanthropy. A “gift” from the Daedric Prince Hircine. It was curable, but Namjoon didn’t view it as a curse like other Nords did. He liked being able to hear Jungkook’s heart beat, the rush of his dragon blood, the scent of his musk after a long hard battle…

-

A long hard battle it was.

Apparently, they had let the Silver Hand fester longer than they should have because their camp was larger and more established than it had any right being. It took the two of them four hours to clear them all out. And by ‘clear them all out’ Jungkook meant kill without mercy.

Jungkook put on his large, sharp gauntlets and proceeded to rip out throats and crush skulls with his unarmed expertise. Namjoon heaved his massive two handed battle axe and slashed through anyone that got in his way.

At one point, Jungkook was cornered. Five Silver Hand, including their leader, lead Jungkook into a corner. Enchanted Ebony Gauntlets up, Jungkook blocked hit after heavy hit. With no other choice, Jungkook readied himself to Shout, an ability granted to those with the soul of a dragon, to push them back and give him some room to start picking them off. But before he could even inhale enough, he heard a soul freezing howl.

Namjoon had seen his lover get cornered, seen him take hit after hit, seen the slight panic in his big brown eyes.

Smelt his fear.

Without warning, his wolf spirit took over. His hands spasmed as he howled, dropping his beloved battle axe as he struggled to unhook his armor. He was about to grow twice his already quite large size, and needed these off asap.

Luckily he commissioned this armor set to have quick release hooks. Panicked, he flicked all the hooks back and his armor dropped to the dirt floor. Just in time too, as he felt the prickling of fur growing and muscle tissues connected. Dropping onto all fours he thrashed in irritation as the beast took over.

To his opponent's credit, the Silver Hand only hesitated for a few seconds before lifting his silver sword back up and charging-

Only for Namjoon’s long, dark lycanthrope fingers to catch said blade in one hand. The sharpened silver cut easily into his thick palm, but he didn’t care about the burning, holy pain. All he cared about was getting to Jungkook and teaching these milk-drinkers not to mess with his mate.

Slashing through the man before him, Namjoon ignored the fresh blood-scent and bounded over to the overwhelmed Jungkook. Namjoon tackled the Silver Hand closest to himself and ripped out his throat with his teeth. Turning to the next man, Namjoon slashed his belly open, entrails spilling out and onto the dirt floor.

Now aware of him, the now leaderless Silver Hand surrounding Jungkook turned their attention towards the bigger threat.

The much bigger threat.

Namjoon towered over the Silver Hand, and with only one swing of his claws slashed the face off of one of them. The man’s jaw splat wetly on the ground, tongue coming off with it. The man choked on his own blood and ran off only to trip over their camp fire and light his furs on fire.

Good. Namjoon and the beast spirit thought in unison.

The rest of the fight was a red tinged blur to Namjoon as he near fully let the beast spirit take over. Soon enough all of the Silver Hand were dead, and all that was left were Jungkook and Namjoon.

Falling to his furry knees, to be closer to Jungkook in height, Namjoon warbled at his mate. Asking if he was okay. Shoving his snout into Jungkook’s chest, Namjoon nuzzled intently.

“Geez, J-Joon!” Jungkook sputtered, physically pushed back by Namjoon’s prodding. “I absolutely had them! You didn’t need to shift for me…” Unlike rumors liked to portray, werewolves didn’t uncontrollably shift during the full moon, the wolf spirit was just stronger than usual. Hence why Namjoon almost singlehandedly took down a den of Silver Hands where normally he would struggle just as much if not more so than Jungkook.

Namjoon turned his face to the side an snorted, as if to say “Of course you did…”.

Jungkook slapped his dark, furry shoulder in protest. “I did too! I was just about to Shout at them! You totally took my quarry from me! Ugh anyway-,” Jungkook took a look around the final room they found themselves in. “There looks like there's a bunch of stuff here we can take home or sell. I’ll gather up the silver weapons if you sniff around for a healing potion. Don’t think I didn’t see that cut of yours!”

Namjoon grumbled, his beast spirit was angry that his mate didn’t appreciate Namjoon saving him, but Namjoon logically knew that Jungkook loved a good fight better than anyone he knew, and he just took one from him. He couldn’t help it though! It was the full moon and he barely was able to control the shift, even infront of Jungkook. How could he not run in and ‘save’ his beloved?!

Jungkook gave him a quick scratch behind the ear, a sign that he wasn’t really mad at him and left to go loot the corpses. Namjoon himself took to sniffing around for the distinctive scent of wheat or blue mountain flower, the most common ingredients in your average healing potion.

Instead however, all he could pick up was the smell of blood.

Blood, blood, blood.

Some of it still barely pumping.

Some of it pooling in the dirt.

All of it, delectable, straight from the heart.

Noticeing Namjoon sniffing around the ripped open torso of a Silver Hand a little too intently, Jungkook called out, “You can go ahead, Namjoon. You’ve probably still got an hour left as a beast, might as well make it the night.”

Werewolves ate the hearts of their enemies to grow stronger.

The more they ate in one sitting, the longer the transformation that day would last. Usually one would turn back after a couple hours, however if they ate a few hearts of man, the transformation would last much longer.

If Namjoon were to eat each heart in this final room, he’d likely remain as a beast the rest of the night, like Jungkook estimated.

Namjoon got to work.

Unlike many blessed by Hircine, the Daedric Prince of The Hunt, Namjoon didn’t hate being a werewolf. In fact, he rather liked it. Many wished for the day they could finally kill their beastly alter ego and free themselves of their fate, but Namjoon got along quite well with his own beast spirit.

It was how he got to know Jungkook after all.

With one great hand slash paw, Namjoon ripped out the delicate little heart from the body of a dead Silver Hand. Shoving it in his mouth and biting down, he let the juices flow down his throat. Mmm, the blood of his enemies once more entering his body. Making him stronger.

Several moments go by. Jungkook had piled up all the discarded weapons in the middle of the room and was working on organizing them in his enchanted pockets for easy carrying. He watched as Namjoon snuffled around the bodies of the dead and munched on their useless hearts. Jungkook watched as soon enough, all of the bodies had been riffled through (he saw Namjoon find and knock back a red potion bottle at some point, fixing his hand) and all hearts were gone.

Namjoon’s face was stained darker than it already was with blood, and he growled lowly.

Wait no…

That wasn’t Namjoon's normal growl.

Was that his stomach?

Namjoon looked startled by his own belly growling at him. What? He’d just eaten like, twelve human hearts! What more could he want?!

Looking down at the body in front of him however, Namjoon was tempted. The temptation has always been there, but now it was even more so. Now that it was the full moon and he wasn’t fighting.

Jungkook had never considered fattening up Namjoon, not like he had with Taehyung or Yoongi. Not even like he did with his poor, long suffering Steward, Jin. He always considered Namjoon to be like Hoseok, fit and ready for a fight (or in Hoseok’s case, flight). Not… thick and wobbly like the others.

But the thought of it now, of Namjoon eating more than usual, more often, of letting him slowly blow up… The idea was addictive.

“I wont judge, you know.” Jungkook tried to say neutrally, hiding his excitement. “You can have more if you want…”

Namjoon’s head cocked to the side, as if asking if it was really okay.

“Yes, I don’t care.” Jungkook chuckled. “I literally have the soul of a dragon, I’m the last one to judge animalistic tendencies. Go wild.”

With his moral permission, Namjoon did indeed, go wild.

-

The crackle of the campfire Jungkook put together outside of the bandit’s hide out sung it’s sweet song as he pet Namjoon’s bulging belly. A dull, rhythmic thump interrupted the still air as Namjoon’s tail wagged.

A luna moth fluttered past them through the crowd of torchbugs. It must be nearing ten or eleven at night.

Namjoon groaned lightly, this being technically his first stuffing. One of possibly many more to come.

“How is it?” Jungkook asked, despite knowing it would be hard for Namjoon to give an answer as he was still transformed. “How is it being so full for the first time?”

He rubbed a little harder into the werewolf’s bloat, unleashing a loud moaning whine from the beast cuddled up next to him.

Namjoon wished he could tell Jungkook all about what the sensation of being this full did to him. How large and powerful he felt, how meek and delicate he was. The juxtaposition of being both strong and vulnerable was addictive. In the past, he never understood Jungkook’s relationship with Taehyung, how they were okay with and even seemed to enjoy Taehyung growing to such a massive size. Or even the rumors he heard about Jungkook and the Thief Prince Yoongi, about how the vampire was now quite plump. Or how Jungkook tricked his steward Jin into drinking ale mixed with a potion that made him chubby around the middle and leaky from the top.

All of this used to be so weird to him, how all these men could let themselves go like that, keep themselves fat. All for Jungkook. How Jungkook could like it, even.

But now, with the unarmed fighter’s warm calloused hands rubbing into his fuzzy belly, the small burps he elicited from him, Namjoon finally felt like he understood. He understood the need to please, with each flattering term that left Jungkook's mouth. How he seemed so into it, more so than any other time they had been together.

Jungkook really liked them round, didn’t he?

And Namjoon was really starting to like being round…

“That’s a good boy, just let it out.” Jungkook cooed after a particularly nasty burp. The smell of flesh on the breath of a werewolf wasn’t as nice as when Taehyung ate too many lavender honey dumplings and happened to belch. “That just means your belly is working on turning all your enemies into full, fresh fat. Imagine, being bigger than you are now, rounder, stronger, more intimidating.”

He did, he did imagine that. Having to let out his armor, or even get a new set all together due to his expanding waistline. Being able to eat more, drink more, take up more space.

He loved the thought of it.

“Good boy’s eat well…”

-

Morning light trickled into the large leather tent that Jungkook set up, their campfire didn’t last the night, now just white hot coals.

Namjoon groaned in his human voice as he sat up, squinting. Distant splashing told him that Jungkook had left to wash up before breakfast.

A cooking pot sat on the hot coals, warming up water for tea. A hunk of bread and cheese with salmon jerky sat on the bedroll next to Namjoon.

Despite having just eaten… several people yesterday, Namjoon’s stomach growled at the thoughtful gesture from Jungkook. Quickly he ate his share, desperate for more of that full sensation he had the night before. He didn’t get it.

Namjoon smelled a clean Jungkook making his way over from the small lake he spotted on their map the other day. “Dear one?” He called out. “About last night… I uh-”

Jungkook came tromping into view, clean shaven and bright smelling. “I’m sorry!” Jungkook interrupted, a bright red color on his face.

“What?”

“I knew that you might regret what I made you do but I did it anyway cause it was late and I was horny and watching you eat so much was so hot and-” Jungkook stumbled over his words, pacing, a pained expression on his face.

“Kookie!” Namjoon had to nearly shout to get his attention. “I don’t mind it at all.”

“You don’t?” Jungkook paused his pacing.

“No!” Namjoon chuckled, dimples showing. “I actually kinda wanna do it again. Well, maybe with people food this time. Human bodies taste good to the beast spirit, but not to me.” He stuck his tongue out.

“Oh thank god, I thought you hated me.”

“Hated you?” Namjoon’s eyebrows shot up. “Rabbit, I could never hate you! Where on earth did you get that idea?!”

“I dunno,” Jungkook plopped down next to Namjoon’s bedroll, and pulled his own wooden plate of breakfast onto his lap. “I just second guess what I’m doing to my friends and lovers sometimes. You know? Fattening them up on purpose? It’s funny when it’s Jin and hot when it’s Taehyung, but Yoongi doesn’t have a choice now. I know he doesn’t care, because he would have told me if he did, but you! You, Namjoon, you’re too sweet to me. You’d do anything I ask of you. You wouldn’t even hint that you didn’t like it, just to avoid hurting my feelings.”

“Jungkook…” Namjoon couldn’t disagree. He really would do anything Jungkook asked of him.

“I know it’s not good to doubt Sanguine,” the Daedric Prince of Hedonism of whom Jungkook has pledged his soul to, “But I value my relationships and don’t want people to resent me.”

Namjoon took the plate off of Jungkook’s lap, and pulled the slightly smaller man onto his own, mindful of his still bloated belly.

“Can I try something?” Namjoon smiled at him.

“...Sure?”

Namjoon grabbed part of Jungkook’s breakfast, a thick wedge of cheese, and brought it up to the other man’s lips.

“Oh.” Jungkook stared wide eyed at the slice, before opening his mouth and allowing the larger man to slide part of it in. He bit down and chewed, savoring the taste of goat cheese.

He could get used to this.

“See, now we’re even.” Namjoon smirked.

Jungkook adjusted himself so that he was now straddling the bigger man, pelvis pressed juicily up against the hard, warm bloat from yesterday. “Not yet I don’t think.” He had never been stuffed or even hand fed before, this was new and delicious to Jungkook.

Namjoon chuckled lightly, “As you wish.”

-

Three minutes and several food items later, Jungkook’s face was flushed and Namjoon had a smug smile on his face. He had fed Jungkook all of his breakfast, and even some of their dry rations.

(It wasn’t an issue using them up since they were only a three hour hike from Lake View Manor, and could restock when they got back home.)

“Th-That was…” Jungkook gasped as Namjoon placed open-mouthed kisses on the pulse of his neck. “That was nice.”

“Hmm,” Namjoon hummed glancing up at Jungkook. “Just nice?”

“Maybe a bit more than nuh-ICE!” Jungkook yelped as Namjoon nipped at his throat with his sharper than average teeth, growling lightly. “Okay! Okay! I fucking loved it, you absolute hound! Now get offa me, we’ve got ground to cover and meals to digest.”

Namjoon scooted Jungkook off of his lap and stood, attempting to put his armor back on…

Except, he couldn’t buckle the chest plate.

“Jungkook…” Namjoon whined, struggling to pull together the Nordic carved steel. “It wont fit.”

Turning around and seeing his mate struggle to wear his own damned armor was incredibly hot. Jungkook blushed bright red, imagining a very fat Namjoon in his mate’s place, doing the same thing.

Get it together, Dragonborn…

“Oh, uhm… Here, let me-” Jungkook gestured for Namjoon to put away his armor before he held up his right hand and placed it on Namjoon’s clothed chest. “Spaan Slen!”

Namjoon’s skin began to shimmer a light turquoise as the modified Alteration spell took effect. “Woah! That tingles...”

“There, that should last a couple hours. Lemme know when the tingling fades and I’ll recast it.” Jungkook nodded at the spell well cast. He was talented in all schools of magick, but didn’t find it as satisfying in battle as punching someone’s lights out was. “This should be the equivalent protection of that chest plate, give or take a few hits.”

“Thanks, Rabbit.” Namjoon gave Jungkook an obnoxious smooch right on the lips.

“Yeah, yeah, Mutt.” Jungkook rolled his eyes, but smooched back anyways. “Lets get moving, I told Jin we’d be back by yesterday. Knowing him, he’s probably worked himself up into a tizzy by now.”

“But you love it when he stress eats.” Namjoon winked as he rolled up their tent and shoved it into his enchanted fur backpack.

“Well-” Jungkook blushed a bit. “Yeah, but still. I promised yesterday and here we are, a day late.”

“Okay, okay. Lets get going.”

Jungkook finished putting away their camp by dousing the coals of their campfire. He ran up to Namjoon and flicked his clothed pec, “Race you there fatty.”

“Hey!” Namjoon rubbed at his abused chest as Jungkook jogged ahead of him, Shouting “Wuld!”, turning him into a blur as his Voice made sprinting easier. “I’m not even fat yet!”

The yet was purposefully stated.

Jungkook pretended that he didn’t hear that, also ignoring the part of him that wondered how much slower he would be if he was fatter too…

Oh well, Jungkook thought as Namjoon tapped into his inhuman speed to catch up to him. We’ll find out soon enough.

#pudgeprojects #pudgeask #BTS Skyrim WG AU #tw cannibalism #but not really? cause hes a werewolf #tw vore #also kind of but not really? cause they're dead #// namkook #// werewolf nj #// dragonborn jk #mutual gaining

[rigelus]

TWO

MAIN SYNOPSIS: You're not sure if you want to light the fires that will see the world burn, or put out the fires, either way, you're doing both. After a secret meeting with Rigelus of the Asteri and his charming--yet deadly proposition--to join him in the Eternal city and rain down hellfire on all who have wronged you, you decide to accept what should be a suicide mission. Only it isn't, and as you walk into the Eternal City and away from the five men who love you the most in the whole world, you cannot hope to ever see them again... unless you're not as burned up as you thought you were. Unless you burn bright, as a double agent.

chapter one / two (you are here) / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten

the light of stars is an explicit (i cannot emphasize this enough.) reverse harem (kinda) sjm crossover x reader fic. there are some inconsistencies, which i am in the process of fixing! most of this chapter is under the cut, it clocks in at about 3.5k words and I wasn't going to make everyone read that lol

You wake like a ghost in the night, haunting the halls of the camp you have called home with your fellow rebels for so long now. The abandoned mansion of a once great king—it was perfect for a rebel strong hold. It had been lost to view for centuries, and only your magic could undo the warding on the cloaking spells. For a moment, the happy memories of discovering the place and your triumph over your magic makes your frown disappear for a long moment. But none of it could last, the people would never accept a queen with five king consorts, that was practically a fucking harem. You groan to yourself and wander out to the veranda where you know he is waiting. 

Your greatest enemy. 

The decision is made, in your mind, you’re the only one you have to consult with anyway. They will wake to a bed without you, assume you didn’t sleep well and are getting breakfast. But when they realize no one has seen you for hours and and hours, they will want to tear the world apart. Went the world in two. 

But they cannot. They have enough to be getting on with, as heads of the rebellion you’ve carefully created. Against your own people. 

Rigelus’s profile cuts an impressive figure against the night. The strong back, tall stature and broad shoulders make something feminine in you soften—though you do not want it to. Rigelus and you had known each other eons and he knew each and every one of your dirty secrets. How you loved to fix broken things, and how this rebellion was just one more broken thing you had chosen over the eons to fix. 

What you couldn’t live with is seeing the magic fade. Rigelus had promised to cast out the magic from the world, to banish it like one would an unworthy solider from their little band of Lightfall Squadron soldiers. It would suffocate all you loved. 

You wanted your freedom above all. Your freedom to love who you wanted, and marriage to Rigelus was nothing more than a legal contract. Maybe he would let you keep a harem in the in the Eternal city—not that your young, wild and carefree warriors will ever want to see you again. 

It was nothing you hadn’t borne before. 

“Hello princess,” Rigelus croons, his voice hasn’t changed from all the eons you’ve known each other. Where yours is sweet and soft, his is hard and otherworldly. 

As if they’d cut you from the same cloth, but dyed his too dark. 

You scowl, “We’re not married yet, don’t call me your princess, and if I am to be your wife—I will be queen.” 

He turns slowly to look upon you, as if he has all the time in the world. He is wearing a different body than the young, athletic boy he’d been wearing to deal with Bryce and Hunt’s transgressions. No. This was as close close as he came to a true form. “Not yet, no.” Rigelus puts slim fingers into his pockets, and he looks on at you, “but we will be by the end of the night.” 

You bark out a foul laugh, a spoiled sour feeling seems to be churning in your stomach—and yet…

And yet, would it be so bad? You and Rigelus have been clowning around this godforsaken universe for a few hundred millennia. What does it matter if you marry him? He’s the only one who knows your secret—besides Eopshoros, his sister. 

And she might as well be your sister too, for how you’ve missed her. 

You had risked your immortal life, a truly immortal life, not one that would burn out in a couple thousand years for Tamlin today. For part of your heart, your hope. 

Rigelus scowls, as he notices your eyes brimming with tears at the memory. 

“Don’t think I didn’t notice your little stunt.” His gaze hardens with some unspent emotion. 

“Rigelus, did it bother you that much?” You sniff hard as you ask him an impossible question. He looks on at you for all the world like you could burn the world down and he’d see no reason for forgiveness, that the forgiveness would have been granted as soon as you lit the fire. 

He rankles his shoulders, “They are below you in every way, and so is this conversation.” 

“But Rigelus—“ 

“It is our wedding night and I will not have it ruined by candles in the wind.” 

And he snuffs out your hope just like that. 

*~*~* 

You arrive at the Eternal City and Rigelus disappears to change, likely with his man servant, Arobynn Hamel, fussing about cufflinks. 

And you’re swarmed by people, a whole team of fucking people stripping you down and plucking, pruning and waxing you. Life with the rebels was hard, you were sure this body hadn’t seen a good waxing and plucking for… at least three years, since the blockades on supplies. 

Seems the Eternal City was facing no such supply shortage. 

As a matter of fact, when you are zipped into a lovely emerald green, mermaid fit gown—as was customary for weddings in the Eternal City—you realize that perhaps it would indeed not be horrible. Perhaps you could live with your people’s antics and just try to enjoy the night. 

Rigelus is outside, smoking clove cigarettes when you meet him. It was not necessary for a bride and groom to stay separate before nuptials, in the Eternal City. Rigelus exhales smoke through his nose, looking more like a dragon than ever before. 

“How in god’s name can you stand these?” You say, coughing. Still, the sweet, spicy smoke, tickles some distant memory, of parents who had fought more than they loved you, and you know the marriage contract will come next. You wish you felt worse about it, than you do. You know you’re truly about to sell over your body in name and deed. It’s traditional in he Eternal City for husbands to own their wives’ magic. To control it. And you cannot for the life of it think of anything less appealing. You’re not even sure if Rigelus could contain your power, should you deign to sign it over: lock, stock and barrel. 

Rigelus flicks the butt, and you grimace, “Litterbug,” you whisper under your breath, he doesn’t even smell like smoke, and you wonder if this is something he does to take the edge off how much he’s missed you, and the chaotic sphere of politics he has to entertain. 

Your hair is in some elaborate updo, and the pins are truly hurting, “Rigelus?” You pause, looking at the men in suits, through the glass windows, silouetted by the night sky. “Could you fix this pin?” You gently tug on the bond between the two of you, knowing it had been there. 

Rigelus bends over double, breathless. “A little warning, before you do that, again, princess.” 

You bend down, though it’s a tough stretch in this dress, and take his face in your hands, “You knew it was there and you didn’t tell me?” 

He groans, rubbing his ribs, so the bond was tied there? The bond was literally tied at his heart bone? You grimace, gods no this wasn’t happening, you should flip him over the railing of the veranda. How ridiculous. 

You blink and you meet his gaze, piercing, filled with pained tears at your magical tug, which you’re now sure had knocked the wind from his sails, if not his lungs. “I will do anything to preserve their safety, and not throw away five years of freedom from you—but at the same time, even an hour of time…” You swallow hard, around the word, “at home has given me more energy and wisdom, freedom and restored my strength than the hundred years I spent beyond it’s borders.” You sigh, kiss his forehead, as the lovers of old did. As if to say, I understand you better than anyone else in this universe, let me, let me, let me in. 

It hurts to see him like this but you know he’ll draw it out for every minute it’s worth. And you know you’re just as vicious as he is. It’s tit for tat around here. No peace to be found under these stars. 

“One might think you remember how you used to say we’d be married, when we were small.” Rigelus bemoans. 

You stop dead in your tracks, because of course you remember. How could you not? But is he remembering or preparing to weaponize that memory? 

“Rigelus—don’t you dare.” It is both a warning and a plea for peace. 

He rolls his shoulders uncomfortably. You stand and try to put some distance between both of you. But he is kissing you. Your mouth is full of the scent of clove cigarettes, sweet and spicy and something else too. 

He’s gripping your hair to keep you from pulling away. Rigelus should get a hard slap for this. But he won’t. You lean into the kiss, and you can feel his end of the bond lighting up, a lone star in the darkness of a bond you had long let go to seed. 

He feels like the closes you will get to heaven. You kiss him for the longest time, until both your high fae vessels protest at the lack of oxygen. 

You separate from him reluctantly, and taste him on your lips. “Are we doing this? I want to get out of my gown, and these fucking pins are about to puncture my brain.” 

Rigelus is grinning at you, though, as if you’ve hung the moon in the sky. He kisses you again, and you don’t want to ever miss him, grudgingly or not, ever again. Rigelus is kissing your lips, and cupping your face. 

Someone clears their throat, it’s Arobynn Hamel, Rigelus’s man servant. “Your Grace, the minister awaits.” 

You and Rigelus take a long moment to disentangle yourselves. And in the old language of the stars he whispers, “Aven, mas doray.” 

You’re aware there’s company around, and through the huge glass doors you can see that the minister is glaring through brightly lit windows at your amorous display. You squeeze Rigelus’s hand for a long moment, while Rigelus and you walk inside.

Te ceremony is fast, so fast you barely remember it, and mostly consists of signing magical documents. When you get to the end of the pile, you notice you did not sign a prenuptial. You could take him for all he’s worth tomorrow, for fucks sake. 

Still, part of you is giddy at the idea of spending many midnights with your bright star. 

For right now, though, you must perform the duties of a wife.

#crescent city x reader #azriel x reader #tamlin x reader #tamlin #azriel shadowsinger #fenrys moonbeam #dorian havilliard x reader #anti acotar #dorian havilliard #ruhn danaan #ruhn x reader #acotar #acotar x reader #acotar x you #acotar fanfiction #acotar imagine #a court of thorns and roses #house of earth and blood #hosab #*mywriting #*mypost #fricky frack canon

[justonemorechapternicercy]

PCPWeek Day 6 - Family

Read it on Ao3

⚠️ Warnings: NSFW, Apollo cabin shares Percy

He wasn't sure how it all started.

Well, no. That's not true. He knew exactly how it all started; he just wasn't sure how it became his life.

It started with Percy opening his big mouth, and asking the dumbest question he could have ever asked.

"Michael?" He started, looking all over the infirmary, just to avoid looking at the healer.

"Yes, Percy?" The son of Apollo asked, smiling slightly at the younger demigod, stacking up the bandages.

"Would you want to have sex? With me? Tonight?" He clarified, feeling more and more like an idiot with each added sentence.

"Wh-" Michael's eyes were wide, shocked. "Is this for real?"

Percy blushed, and said uncertainly, surprised at Michael's eagerness, "Yeah."

The healer's face brightened. "Fuck, yes! Absolutely, yes, oh, gods. I always thought- No, yes, sure," he stammered.

Percy didn't understand why Michael would agree that, especially so quickly and eagerly, but… okay. That's okay. Percy owed it to Michael, for almost killing him on the bridge.

Stepping forward, Michael put the bandages down. Percy shuddered; while he wanted to do it, wanted to offer something for Michael, to beg for forgiveness, the fact that the healer was so eager, made it a bit confusing. But no, it could be explained by the lack of options in the camp, by wanting to remind himself that he was alive, by wanting to try out something new. In that sense, it was not that surprising.

Michael stepped closer, fire burning in his eyes, his mouth soft against Percy's lips. The noise he made was too sweet to make for Percy, for somebody who almost caused his death. He kissed so softly, so warmly, it made Percy dizzy and confused, but then he didn't have time to think, because Michael was cupping his face in his hands, dominating the kiss. His thumbs were smoothing over Percy's cheekbones, the tip of his tongue flicking into Percy's mouth, as if he was tasting a delicious delicacy.

It was maddening.

Percy tried to keep up, letting Michael to take what he wanted, but everything was so-

He let out a surprised moan as Michael's hands found Percy's hips, just to slide them down over the waistband of his jeans until he was grabbing onto his ass. Oh, gods. Percy assumed Michael's methodical attitude with what he took care of any injuries was carried through into his sex life, but, Hades, it wasn't.

It made him feel weak in his knees and flush with desire. It wasn't supposed to be like this. He was supposed to just pay back what he owed. That might cause some unforeseen consequences Percy wasn't sure he was ready for.

"Come on," Michael said, voice full of arousal, and lead him to the last bed in the infirmary, hidden from everybody's view.

-*-*-*-

The second big milestone Percy didn't even take note of was Will's birthday. He liked the kid, he was both a sunny cutie, and like his big brother, a sassy menace. Ever since his first time with Michael, they spent most of their time together, not like boyfriends, but something different than friends, and so, he started to get closer to the other Apollo kids too. Will was one of his favorites, but it was supposed to be a secret. Which means, everybody knew about his soft spot for him - especially said boy.

Will's birthday was getting closer and closer, while Percy was not getting anywhere with trying to find the perfect gift for the younger boy. Not wanting to get something that wasn't meaningful or useful for Will, he finally asked him what was the thing he most wanted.

The answer - while not expected - was simple, "You."

Percy froze. Michael laughed.

"You Apollo kids are the same," Percy mumbled, embarrassed and red-faced. He didn't know yet how true his statement was.

But he agreed to it, he wanted to make sure Will's first time was perfect. The overworked, young healer deserved nothing less.

They started slowly, Percy not wanting to rush things with the younger demigod, but Will was insatiable; he couldn't get enough of the pretty hero. His kisses were bruising, his touches were hungry. Percy let himself be swept away with his hunger and curious exploration, and while in the beginning he still felt a bit weird about the situation, it also excited him.

Undressing, they didn't stop kissing each other. As the clothes came off, one of Will's hands started to trace slowly along Percy's left side, sending little pleasurable shock waves over his body. The healer couldn't get his mouth off of Percy, wanting to taste all of him - the sensitive skin on Percy's wrist, his inner arm, his pretty neck, his pink nipples-

Percy squirmed, and panted, tracing Will's soft skin with his fingertips. He felt like he was burning alive, but it was nothing to the sight of Will's face so close to his aching cock. The younger demigod stroked it, curiously, admiringly. Wrapping his fingers around the grith of him, experimenting, driving Percy mad with want. (Percy felt it was unfair how good Will was at it.)

"Oh, gods, I knew even your cock has to be pretty. I was so right," the boy whispered in awe, cheeks pink, eyes glassy and heated with want. "So gorgeous," he breathed, looking at him like he was beautiful, like he-

Oh.

Percy struggled to bury that thought deep in his mind, because there was no way Will had a c-

The feeling of a warm, wet, gentle, tentative lick up the side of his cock dragged him out of his thoughts.

"Will, swee-" Anything he might have wanted to say was gone. Only the curve of Will's lips, Will's weight against his legs, the pressure of his fingers on his tights stayed.

Percy bit down on the inside of his cheek, head tilted towards the ceiling, tasting his own blood.

"Gods, look at you! Best gift ever," the healer breathed, kissing the underside of his cock, reverently, worshipfully.

That, out of everything, might have been the beginning of his end.

-*-*-*-

Percy felt it should have been more surprising than it was for him when Apollo struck. He was watching as the new demigods were being taught by Clarisse, waiting for his turn in the arena, when a guy, looking suspiciously like the God of Truth wearing a baseball hat and a big sunglasses to hide his face, grabbed his hand, and made Percy follow him. The demigod just raised an eyebrow, but allowed the god to guide him into an empty space, already used to the weirdness of the gods. He was quite sure it was about the fact that he made two of Apollo's kids fuck him, what he wasn't sure was whether the god would find it hilarious or impertinent.

He didn't expect kisses.

As soon as they were alone, he was pushed against the wall of the Big House, lips claiming his. Percy's eyes widened in shock, but the passion of the - his secret favorite - god swept him away. His eyes slipped closed, tilting his head slightly for a better angle, he tore the hat down to run his fingers through Apollo's hair. He kept up with the god's brutal, almost punishing pace, pulling him closer, letting out a breathy moan as Apollo deepened their kiss. It was like a fire had been lit in his chest, it was nothing like the kisses he shared before, yet so similar. Percy wrapped his arms around the god's neck, while Apollo's hands settled on his waist, one of them sliding on his ass.

Percy felt he could grown addicted to these kisses. A blissful feeling ran through both of them, and Percy's mind completely blanked out as the heated kiss turned into something sweeter, more tender, full of promises and feelings he wasn't ready to name.

He wasn't sure when they pulled apart, but it felt like hours had passed since the god attached himself to Percy. When they pulled apart, he had to rest his forehead against Apollo's shoulder to catch his breath, and when he leaned away, opening his eyes, bright, uncharacteristically serious sky-blue eyes stared right back at him.

"You can take care of them. In fact, please, take care of them, because I can't. But don't forget it: you are mine!" Apollo declared, and like the overly dramatic god that got everything he wanted was, left with a bright flash, leaving Percy rooted in the ground, staring at the place Apollo stood a minute before.

"Wh-" he whispered, confused, but as soon as his brain started to work again, his face went red with fury, and shouted, "You fucker! You can't just leave me like that! What do you mean by I'm yours?! Come back, you hear me?!"

Maybe his buried self-preservation instinct raised its head, or he just knew Percy would accept it, he just needed some time to do that, but Apollo did not go back.

Well, he didn't go back that time.

-*-*-*-

After that, it was a free for all buffet for the Apollo kids. Percy tried to deny it, saying he only wanted to take care of them, but honestly, one just had to flutter their eyelashes, and he jumped to "take care of them".

Michael liked to do it in the infirmary, during quiet nights, showing Percy his perfect knowledge of anatomy. Will was the most eager of them, a puppy, really, happy for the smallest of affections. Kayla liked to be eaten out. She never wanted him in her, but getting herself off on Percy's face? She was almost addicted to it. Austin was quiet and hesitant, but he too adored Percy.

The whole cabin did.

Apollo was always a tease. A jealous tease, who loved keeping Percy as theirs, as only his and his kids'. He loved knowing that Percy took care of them like a mommy (Percy hit him for that, but the god somehow got his kids to call him like that. Percy didn't allow anybody to fuck him until they stopped using that word - in front of him.), and that his kids took really great care of him. But when he visited, Percy had to be his, and only his.

"So beautiful," Apollo murmured as he slowly pushed in, rendering Percy into a sobbing mess. Reaching for Percy's thighs to lift them, he gave two thrusts in rapid succession, deeper than before as the new position made it possible. Percy inhaled sharply, not expecting the feeling, but chasing for more of it, he wrapped his legs around Apollo's trim waist. The god's dick filled him fully, and wasn't that a mindfuck? Him, allowing a god to fuck him, to claim him, to use him, to let his kids use him? But it felt so right. All of it felt so right.

Their faces were only inches apart; close enough to share a breath, close enough to count all the almost invisible freckles on the golden god's cheeks. Percy didn't notice them before, they were so tiny, but- They made Apollo look more approachable. Less ethereal, yet more attractive.

"You have freckles," he noted, just as the god thrusted in him.

"Don't mention them," Apollo pouted.

"I adore them," Percy admitted. Apollo's face brightened, giving Percy an almost chaste kiss.

"And I adore you." Apollo stopped moving as he stared into Percy's eyes. "You're so good, so perfect for me, for us," he murmured into the side of Percy's neck, peppering it with tiny kisses. Apollo's eyelashes brushed softly at his throat, his golden hair tickled his nose. "Tell me what you want."

Percy's face twisted, mouth trembling, eyes shiny with repressed emotions. "You. I want you, I want this," he choked.

Gods damn him, but he wanted it.

And Apollo gave it to him. Everything he ever wanted.

#percy jackson #michael yew #michael x percy #pcpweek2022 #will solace #will x percy #apollo #apollo x percy #apercy #lemon #pjo fic

[ghost-proofbaby]

hiii, hope your well <333

so i got all the way to the very start of act 3, romanced astarion (or so i thought) just to have him reject me !!!!

for added context, he propositioned me at the celebration (i obviously said yes), helped him get raphael to explain his scars AND let him drink my blood. it says his approval is very high aswell. so i have no idea where i went wrong :|

hello love!! im doing pretty good <3 and oh nooo.

(spoilers for games. y'all have been warned.)

did you get a confession scene towards the end of act 2? to solidify the romance with any companion, there will always be a cut scene where the explicitly say "hey, we're doing this. we're a couple." there's specific things you have to do in order to trigger them. (and if you're doubting if you got that scene, once you have solidified the romance, you will have the dialogue options to ask for a kiss and ask what you are to that companion! every time you talk! endless astarion kisses if you so please!)

astarion has a few variations, below the cut.

1: you went to moonrise, encountered a drow named 'araj', and didn't make him drink her blood. plain and simple. most people resort to triggering the confession this way. it will be a cut scene that triggers during a long rest, and not an exclamation point. usually within 1-2 long rests, depending on if you have a backlog of camp events since you haven't been long resting much!

2 (my personal favorite and the most popular to be posted online): you completed his quest with raphael and the deal regarding his scars. this one has been trickier for others to accomplish. you can't encounter the drow first, and i usually avoid moonrise altogether to get this confession. it's the iconic "i had a nice, simple plan" confession. cut scene just like #1, where it occurs once you go to bed at camp. if this didn't trigger for you after the raphael encounter and killing yurgir (spoilers lol), then that's the same issue a lot of people have! i've only sought out this confession with exceptional approval. maybe the approval affects it? who knows. also, i have no idea if it's related, but i had friendzoned every other companion when i got this one, to avoid being in a double romance type of situation like the option below...

3: you begin to romance someone else in tangent with him, and are given an ultimatum between that character and astarion, and choose him. i've never done this path. i do not know the specifics to triggering it. i know it's common when you romance both gale and astarion specifically, but from what i've seen, it's very sweet and cute because he gets surprised you would choose him lol (also sometimes it appears to happen in late act 1??? like i said, i've never done it. when i set my sights on my boy, it's over for everyone else. even halsin. which, if you're curious, you can have a poly relationship with halsin and astarion. you just have to talk to him about it, which halsin brings up automatically. it's only available once in act 3).

if none of these works, try long resting back to back like all hell!! it'll literally be the tik tok audio of "night time, bitch! night time, bitch!". certain scenes just won't trigger out of order. <3 #1 has been confirmed by the community as the simplest way to get the confession, definitely used as a fail safe, because it always happens immediately the first long rest after that encounter.

also, some choices will lock you out, but you would know. astarion makes a very dramatic mess of the 'breakup'. usually, it's if you made him drink the drow's blood. higher approval leads to options to talk to him about it and stop the breakup, but also some really fucking awful options (do NOT try and have sex with him after he says he doesn't want anyone to view him in terms of sex, in case that wasn't obvious).

hopefully this helps? i just recently saw this start to be an issue for people haha. also finding the drow is a bit tough, she's in a side room. i recognized her voice from videos i'd seen on tiktok so... that's how i found her. and no, you can't fireball her into oblivion. i tried. multiple times. she won't take damage while at moonrise, fuckin cunt.

#ghost plays bg3 #thank u ily #the drow is in a room to the left of the main room in moonrise #don't fight her it aggros the entire tower :\ #even if you get the second confession or third i recommend finding her #there's more interactions with her in act 3!! only really available if you give her *your* blood aha. you'll see