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mooshywrites · 3 months

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I saw the beautiful art of your Tav (and the AMAZING writing you’ve posted) and it inspired this headcanon request! Would you mind sharing your headcanons on how Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, and any other of your favorite NPCs would react to giving and receiving flowers to and from the (feminine) reader? Thank you so much!!! <3

Aweeeee, thank you so much for the compliments!!! I would absolutely love to <3 <3

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Giving and receiving flowers from Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, and Karniss

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Flower Tav Drawing

Art commissions

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Astarion -

Giving them flowers

~ It would be so nerve-wracking to give Astarion flowers, he’s such a perfectionist that you’d spend way too much time perfectly arranging the wild flowers you found

~ He would be so surprised that you put that much thought into it, looking over it with a teasingly critical gaze

~ He’d try pointing out that a few of them were actually weeds

~ As soon as your face would fall, he’d absolutely panic, giving as many compliments to the flowers as possible

~ “These are wonderful, darling.” He’d assure you, even letting you put a daisy behind his ear

~ Even though he acted judgmental of the gift, you caught him preening over the flowers. Watering and taking care of each little bud until they’ve wilted

Receiving flowers

~ Astarion would proudly bring you a bouquet, hiding it behind his back as he approached you smiling

~ When he finally presented them, you more than a little confused to see a bundle of thin greens with tiny unopened bulbs

~ You’d try your best to play along, not wanting to hurt his feelings since he had picked them out specifically

~ He’d roll his eyes knowingly, telling you to be patient to actually see the flowers

~ That night, he’d pull you into his arms and point you to the vase of greens you had left in the window

~ Much to your shock and awe, the tiny bulbs had opened into beautiful white flowers, blooming in the moonlight

Gale -

Giving them flowers

~ Gale would LOVE getting flowers from you

~ He’d make some dorky joke like “For me?”, looking behind him to anyone else who you could possibly be receiving flowers from

~ Unfortunately, you’d picked an array of flowering leaves that he was deathly allergic to

~ He would try so hard to appreciate the flowers and smell them to appease you, swallowing back the itching already starting around his eyes

~ The rest of the day would be spent with you apologizing, Gale showering you with affection, and the two of you trying every which way to ease his sniffles

~ Even after all of that, Gale would brave his allergies to keep one of your death flowers in amongst his things

Receiving

~ Gale had spent the entire day closed up in his room

~ You heard the occasional grumbling and shuffling, but other than that, there was no word from your wizard

~ Just when you were starting to get annoyed at the secrecy, Gale would pop open the door with a giant grin

~ He’d have you close your eyes, placing something heaving and cool in your hands

~ As soon as you opened your eyes, you see a beautiful pink rose. It glittered in the light, almost as if it were made of millions of tiny crystals

~ “It’s a forever rose. I made it especially for my forever person”

Wyll -

Giving them flowers

~ Wyll’s face would light up as soon as you presented him flowers

~ “How’d you know my favorite?” He’d say, sweeping you twirling into a hug.

~ He didn’t actually have a favorite flower before, but he after seeing your shy smile, he decided he definitely did have a favorite now ~ He’d wind them into a place let, showing you how to do the same with the thick vines

~He never took the bracelet off after that, it was almost impressive how long the crumbling flowers lasted

~ It would finally break during a particularly difficult battle, much to his dismay. But he spent the whole evening after looking for the exact same flower so he could make a new one

Receiving flowers

~ Wyll would wan’t the flowers to be absolutely perfect.

~ He’d spend the morning talking to every florist he could find, trying to remember the meanings of all the flowers

~ The more he “researched”, the more stressed he would get

~ Finally, he’d start the walk back to camp, feeling a little defeated that he couldn’t find anything that seemed perfect enough for you ~ Along the way, he passed by a patch of rain lilies, deciding it would be better to bring those than bring nothing

~ His heart stopped in his chest after he gave them to you, your misty eyes meeting him as you asked how he could’ve found your favorite flower

Halsin -

Giving them flowers

~ Halsin would be very pleasantly surprised by the flowers. Even in his long life, this was a first of sorts

~ He’d sit with you, smiling brightly, looking over all the flowers

~ He’d tell you the name of each and every one, telling you what they could be used in as well

~ In return, you’d show him how to weave a flower crown, trying to include every flower you had gathered

~ In the end, there wasn’t a prettier cave bear princess in the entire world

Receiving flowers

~ Halsin would know exactly where to find the best wild flowers, gathering a huge bouquet by the time he was done

~ They were a little slobbery from his cave bear form carrying them around, but he could wipe them off later

~ He’d lumber his way to you, not hearing the faint sound of buzzing

~ He didn’t understand why you shrieked so loud when he gave them to you, that is until he saw the flurry of bees that had accumulated around his bouquet of sweet smelling flowers

~ It took many kisses and close attention to scattered bee stings to get back into your good graces

Kar’niss -

Giving them flowers

~ Kar’niss didn’t know what to think as you gave him flowers, not familiar with the gesture

~ “Kar’niss can’t eat plants” He’d say with the most adorable confused look on his face

~ You couldn’t help but giggle and leave kisses all over his face. After, you explained that people gave each other flowers as a sign of affection

~ His cheeks would redden, shyly accepting the gesture

~ He treated the flowers so gently after, almost as if it were his newest prized possession

Receiving flowers

~ After learning about this brand new world of flowers, Kar’niss quickly became an expert

~ Anytime he saw even a tiny bloom, he’d scoop it up to bring to you ~ He kept his eyes peeled, not a single flower safe when the drider was near

~ You taught him how to care for the flowers, trimming them and keeping them in enough water to sustain

~ His graceful fingers found comfort in the menial task of caring for the plants. It always warmed your heart, knowing his careful consideration was just his way of showing his immense love for you

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joshym · 5 months

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Prettiest in the Morning

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!Reader

Summary: Jake is worth being late to work for.

Word Count: 2.3k +

Warnings: smut, (18+ ONLY) sweet morning sex with Jake, unprotected p in v, a little cock warming, fluff fluff & more fluff. tooth-rotting sweetness.

a/n: this was born purely from this wonderful request. enjoy, my loves.

"Call out today, honey. They don't need you as bad as I do."

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The incessant screaming of your morning alarm penetrates your dream state as your eyes slowly begin to open.

The sun's morning rays pay no mind to your blinds, peeking through them with a strength that makes it difficult for your eyes to adjust right away.

Through a squint, you take a look at your clock to catch the time.

6:45am

A drawn out sigh escapes your lips as you rub what’s left of your slumber from your eyes.

You roll your tired body over to see your lovely Jake, his mouth parted sweetly and carrying the faintest of snores. He’s still fast asleep as he’s cozily wrapped in your fluffy duvet. You smile at his soft, sleepy features that beckon you to stay tangled up with him.

But, alas, you must leave him. You have to be at work by 8:00am, much to your disdain.

You lean down to plant quiet kisses on your sleeping beauty. His eyelids, his nose, his lips– he stirs the slightest bit, a lethargic grin curling from the corners of his mouth. But his eyes stay shut, drawing him back into his deep rest.

You stretch your stiff limbs as you reluctantly pull yourself away from the warm covers.

Why must your bed be the comfiest when it’s time to get out of it? A question for the ages, no doubt.

You try your best to be as quiet as possible so as to not wake him. Lifted on the very tips of your toes, you pad across the cold wooden floor to your closet.

You shuffle through the threads set aside in a special section designated for your work clothes. You’re usually very meticulous in picking your daily work attire, but today, you just don’t have the interest for it.

Your arms feel extra heavy as you reach them over your head to grab the first blouse and pair of slacks you see. Your oversized sleep shirt (one of Jakes, of course) rises up just enough that you feel the cold, morning air against the bare skin of your thong clad ass that sends a chill up your spine. Yet another cruel reminder of how badly you wish to be in the warm bed, with Jake's body heat radiating on you like your own personal space heater.

You pull the garments from their hangers and tiptoe back to your room, stopping at your dresser as you set your clothes on the chair next to it.

You pull your shirt off, hissing at the cold air that hits your nearly naked form. Goosebumps appear on every inch of your chilled skin; your nipples harden instantly from the brisk temperature of your room. Jake has an affinity for keeping the room cool. You don’t mind it as long as you're snuggled up next to him in your bed, but it’s rather unpleasant when you’re not soaking up his warm body.

You can’t begin your day without moisturizing your skin. As cold as you are, you refuse to get dressed without lotioning up properly.

You take the nearest bottle and begin lathering yourself up with the vanilla scented cream. You prop your leg up on the chair your clothes are waiting for you on, running the slick blam over your calf and all the way up to the top of your thigh. You put that leg down and as you begin to work on the next, you hear a deep breath coming from the direction of the bed behind you.

You stall your movements, hoping you didn’t wake him.

But as you slowly turn your body around, you're met with his drowsy eyes fixed on you. His arms rest above his head and one bare leg sits atop the covers. Sprawled out beautifully and rather invitingly with a gorgeous smirk across his pink lips.

“Jake. I’m so sorry, baby. I tried not to wake you,” you softly mutter while you set the lotion bottle back on the dresser. “I hope you haven’t been awake long.”

He turns on his side and props his head up with one arm, keeping his heavy eyes on you. “You shouldn’t be sorry, lovely. I’m getting the show of a lifetime.”

You giggle as you grab your slacks and begin putting them on. But as you step the first foot in, Jake quickly interrupts you.

“No, no, don’t do that just yet. C’mere first.”

You can’t deny his pretty eyes, so you stop what you’re doing and walk over to him. He sits up to meet you, hands gently wrapping around your hips as you stand before him.

His face is so close; you feel each shallow breath against the exposed skin of your stomach, only intensifying the goosebumps already there from the cold.

“You’re the prettiest in the morning, you know that?” His eyes are locked with yours as he leans in to connect his lips just above your belly button. “And you smell so good, my sweet vanilla cupcake.”

You want to melt into him, to render yourself completely under his heated touch against your cold body.

You weave your fingers in his tangled locks while he continues to pepper the sweetest, laziest kisses against your tummy.

But reality suddenly sets in. You look to the clock once more; 7:05am.

With traffic being the worst during the morning rush, you’ll have to leave in no less than twenty minutes if you want to be at work on time. Even then, that’s a stretch.

“Baby, I have to get ready. I don’t want to be late,” you say through hitched breaths.

He hums into your skin, the warm vibration sending a flash of arousal to your core as you're mentally cursing the fact that you have to put an end to this so you can finish getting ready.

But just as you begin to do so, he quickly pulls you closer to him as he falls back on the bed and drags you on top of him.

You both get caught in a fit of giggles with the way he so perfectly calculated his movements so that your bodies would end up this way.

“Jakey,” you say through a breathless laugh, “I have to get ready for work. I really don’t want to be late.”

He takes your face in his hands, pulling it close to his and deeply kissing your lips. You can’t help but deepen it even further. He knows your weaknesses, and kissing him is number one on your list.

His velvety soft lips, the taste of his tongue, the way he nibbles ever so slightly on your lips— you find yourself craving his kisses more often than not.

His fingertips gently glide over your shoulders, down your arched back, stopping at the rounded curve of your ass. He squeezes the flesh in his hands while you begin to grind yourself on his hardened cock beneath your now soaked core.

He pulls his mouth away, leaving you chasing after him for more.

His blown out irises meet yours, a sly smile splayed on his kiss-swollen mouth.

“Just call out today, honey. They don’t need you as bad as I do.”

Before you can oppose, he flips you both over so he’s now on top of you.

“My sweet, beautiful girl. So pretty in the forenoon gleam,” he says, looking at you with eyes that say more words than his mouth ever could. A look that makes you feel as if you’re the only woman in his world. His fingers brush along the side of your cheek as you lean into his hand. “How could you ever make the grueling trek to work and depart from me?”

If you had it your way, you’d never leave him. Even for something as normal as going to your eight to five.

No; if you could, you’d stay here. Just like this, for the rest of your conceivable days.

“I love you, my sexy poetic lover,” you tell him. “But if you want me to keep my job, I simply must make the grueling tre—“

He promptly cuts you off with another kiss, gentle and sugary. Taking his time to enjoy the taste of you, and you’re quite enjoying it yourself— so much so that the time feels mute. It’s stopped completely, as far as you’re concerned.

He ruts his hips into your core, his hard cock rubbing against you, stealing your breath.

His kiss becomes more fervent, more hungry. Like he’s utterly starved for you.

You reciprocate right back. Your body craves his to be as connected with yours as humanly possible.

He breaks away, hovering his lips just above yours. Close enough that they brush over yours ever so softly.

“Can I show you how much I love you?” he asks in a hushed whisper. He sounds desperate, like his need for you is as dire as if his entire life depended on it.

You reach down between your bodies and tug his strained boxers down, then move your panties to the side, gasping at the crisp air of your room hitting your drenched center.

“Please, baby,” you mutter, nearly breathless at your unbridled need for him.

He smiles against your mouth while lining himself up with you, running his tip through your quivering folds. “That’s my pretty girl,” he says against your parted mouth. “Gonna take it slow and gentle, okay? Just wanna make you feel good, baby doll.”

He takes his time entering you, letting you feel every inch as he slowly glides all the way inside while you both sign in absolute relief.

His hips move in long and drawn out strides, allowing his cock slowly pump in and out of you.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily, whispering sweet nothings in the shell of your ear.

He fills you so wonderfully and completely. The slightest bit of a sting present, but only in the most elating and erotic way.

“You’re so warm, baby doll,” he says, his lips ghosting over your tingling skin. “So perfect and tight. My beautiful sweetheart with the most pretty pussy.”

You wrap your legs tight around his back, keeping him as close to you as you can while his pace picks up just enough that your blissful end is just on the horizon.

“Jake, baby. You feel s- so good inside me. Right where you belong,” you mumble through staggered breaths.

You reach your hands to his sturdy shoulders, digging your nails in his damp skin. He whimpers in your ear, a sound you’ve come to realize is your absolute favorite.

“Yeah— this is where I belong, baby doll. Tucked away inside, just like this.” He stills himself inside you, his twitching cock causing you to flutter as he rests against your sweet spot. “I feel you, honey. Squeezing me like that, you’re so close. Can you give it to me?”

He lifts his thumb up to your mouth, and you instantly open up for him. He places it inside and you swirl your tongue around the pad just a little before he pulls it back out.

His wet thumb slides slowly down your body. He lifts himself up just a bit to reach for your throbbing clit, toying with it in gentle circles as he begins pumping in and out of you at an agonizing pace.

“Right there, baby, right there,” you muster in high pitched whines.

He leans in to meet your lips once more, and that is all it takes for your body to succumb.

You’re crashing hard into your wave of pleasure, your cunt pulses and throbs around him. Your back arches completely off the bed, your breathing labored and deep.

“There you go, baby doll,” His voice is low, his words raspy and faltered. “Gonna paint you nice and pretty, okay love?”

He pulls himself out, stroking his cock covered in your slick. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes roll in the back of his head.

He finishes all over your tummy. His warm cum feels like a blanket against your skin. His moans become almost uncontrolled, those beautiful noises that are prettier than any ballad.

He falls against you, his heaving chest colliding gently with yours.

“I love you, my perfect girl,” he whispers into your neck. “Thank you for staying with me.”

“I love you, Jakey.”

You brush your fingers through his hair, taming his disheveled length. You breathe him in deeply to savor this beautiful morning with him. You wish it could be like this always, that nothing could ever come between the two of you. Not even a job.

Shit.

Your job. You completely forgot.

You snap your head over to look at the clock, scared to be met with reality.

7:49am

“Oh fuck!” you yell. “I’m late for work!”

You kiss the crown of his head before he moves off of you. You jump up to get cleaned up, realizing that no matter how quick you move, you’ll never make it on time.

“Hey baby,” Jake says. “You know it’s Saturday, right?”

You stop dead in your tracks. There’s no way you forgot what day it was.

You take your phone off the nightstand and turn the screen on to check.

Sure enough, it’s fucking Saturday. Your day off.

“Jake! Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask as you shamefully drop your head in your hand.

He giggles sweetly, forcing a smile to soften your irritated features. “Well, because now I know you’d rather be here with me than at your silly old job.”

You toss your phone back on the nightstand and lay back down next to him, playfully smacking his biceps.

“That’s a risky game, Jacob.”

He chuckles he rolls you over on top of him. “I love you, baby doll.”

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sunsetsimon · 6 months

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Halloween Party (NSFW)

simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader nsfw

mentions of drinking alcohol, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, a little rough but nothing crazy

his gunslinger skin has had me going crazy recently. totally self indulgent.. my first time writing a full blown smut scenario in like 4 years so cut me some slack if it sucks lmao. AND SORRY ITS LATE I WAS OVERTHINKING IT TOO MUCH.

hope you enjoy!!! - sun

nsfw under the cut. mdni

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simon couldn't believe you managed to drag him to this halloween party hosted by your friends. you knew full well that simon is neither a halloween nor party guy, so this was way out of his comfort zone. but dammit... he wanted to make you happy. he knows you miss out on a lot of things because of his antisocial tendencies, and it made him feel better knowing he'd be there to protect you if anything happened, so he decided to go.

he's dressed in a gunslinger costume, full black dress attire and a red chrome mask. the bottom of his face is exposed, pale scar on his top lip barely visible. his black hat covers his eyes and he keeps his head low, not wanting to draw attention. the fabric hugs his muscles perfectly and your appetite is growing for something that isn't food. the short cape on his coat makes his shoulders broader, somehow making your boyfriend appear even bigger.

he steps to the door first, the music clearly blasting from inside, barely muffled by the thin door. giving you a nod, he opens it and you walk in, holding his hand as you lead him through the crowd.

"hey guys!!" you hear yelled over the music, turning to see your best girl friend, anna, waving at you two. she squeezes her way through the crowd, a huge smile on her face when she sees your matching outfits. simon in his costume, you in a cowgirl one. "you guys look great!" she says excitedly, giving you a quick hug and simon a wave.

simon leaves to make you both a drink while you catch up with your friend. he watches you from across the room, you look so beautiful when you laugh. with your cowgirl costume on, dressed in black shorts and a black vest top to match him, with fishnet tights and red cowgirl boots.

the night flows quickly as you get lost in the music and drinks. you chat with your friends throughout the night but make a point to stay close to simon, knowing he wanted to leave within the first ten minutes of arriving. "come with me," you say, grabbing his gloved hand and pulling him from the corner he got comfortable in.

simon huffs, following you out to the backyard, "what's out 'ere?"

you giggle, tipsy from the alcohol and feeling playful, "this is where the real fun is."

there's only a few stragglers, a couple sitting with their feet in the pool and a small group talking in the opposite corner of the yard.

pulling him to you, you push up his chrome mask to reveal his entire mouth. his lips are a soft pink, bottom one slightly plumper than the top. he hums when you kiss him, tasting the mixed drink you had been nursing for the last 15 minutes. dragging a hand slowly up your back, he holds the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair and giving a small tug.

your tongues fight for dominance but you fail when he sucks on your wet muscle, knowing that makes you weak. cupping his growing bulge, lightly massaging him through his dress pants. simon almost growls, pulling away and dragging you to the side of the house for more privacy.

throwing his hat to the ground, he kisses you hungrily, loving the way you moan into the kiss when he gives your fat ass cheek a hard squeeze. your heart is pounding, worried that anyone could turn the corner and see you two. but simon quickly swipes that thought from your mind, trailing wet kisses down your neck and across your throat. his short blonde hair tickles your chin, a small chuckle vibrating through your chest. simon's head is spinning, the desire to be inside of you too strong to wait much longer.

"bite," he orders, holding a gloved finger up to your mouth. you submit easily, teeth grabbing the tip of the fabric as he pulls it off. his bare hand gives a small pat to your cheek, "good girl."

he shoves his hand down your shorts, teasing your swollen clit through your damp panties. he rolls your sweet bud in his fingers, loving the way you mewl, gripping his shoulders hard with want. his mask is lopsided on his face, lips swollen and pink from your bites and sucks.

"f-fuck simon... let's be quick," you whine. you might be tipsy and horny, but that doesn't let you forget that you're in your friend's backyard and anyone could see you right now.

“you rushin’ me, lovie? thought you dragged me out ‘ere cause you wanted to get fucked, yeah?” simon asks, his voice thick with lust. he takes his hand out of your shorts and flips you to face the brick wall, tugging them down just past your ass. quickly working to unbuckle his belt and fetch his cock from his pants, he fucks into you with haste, groaning at the way your tight hole sucks him in.

he drags your hips further from the wall, forcing you to arch your back and lean against it with your arms. the brick scratches your skin, your body jumping with each thrust as he bullies your gummy pussy, loving the way you squeeze him when his huge cock pokes your cervix. reaching around your thigh, he tickles your swollen and aching clit. the cold pad of his fingers adds to your pleasure, mind dizzy as he fucks you expertly.

"gonna cum si-" you cry, but a hand slaps over your mouth. as if anyone could even hear you from the loud music inside. his fingers tighten, lightly squeezing your tiny face when you continue to moan and cry into his hand. hot tears of pleasure stream down your face, the knot in your stomach twisting until it finally snaps.

pussy walls clenching eagerly around him as you cum, begging for his seed. euphoria washes over you in waves, shocks shooting through your entire body, tiny clit burning from his abuse. your legs are weak, knees knocking against each other but simon pulls you back up, refusing to let you fall.

"nng- fuck. 'm so close," he heaves, his nails digging into your hips when he squeezes them hard. your whines and pulsating pussy are all he can focus on, the party a distant memory at this point. with one final push he cums, shooting his load deep into your cunt, holding you back against him to make sure you get every last drop.

"ready?" he asks after a minute and you nod. slowly withdrawing from your pussy, a trail of cum following suit. getting yourselves together, you pull up your soiled panties and shorts, cringing at the cold wetness in your pants.

"i guess we'd better say bye to anna and them," you laugh, "i need a fucking shower."

“let’s get out of ‘ere then,” simon agrees, buckling his belt and grabbing his hat before making his way back inside. he decided he needed to come to halloween parties with you more often.

#.wbm #cod x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #smut

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buckleysbitch · 3 months

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eating out sub hazel omg

hell. yes.

listen to hazels spotify here ☼⋆｡°✩

reqs are open!!

18+ under the cut

𐙚 her little whimpers when you kiss her inner thighs, lips brushing over her clit while you tease her

𐙚 having to remind her to keep quiet because she’s just too damn excited

𐙚 “don’t make me keep teasing you angel.”

𐙚 her fingers trembling on your scalp as she clutches your hair

𐙚 fumbling to hold your hand while you toy her with your tongue

𐙚 praising her for being so quiet and obedient

𐙚 weak begs for you to go harder

𐙚 and when she gets too loud you immediately stop and pull away

𐙚 making her curse under her breath and snap her hips up towards you

𐙚 forcing eye contact while you eat her out like it’s your last damn meal

𐙚 her cheeks turning red from the adrenaline

𐙚 edging her for hours

𐙚 forcing her to count the amount of times you’ve edged her just as your tongue pops off of her clit

𐙚 her pretty wetness dripping down your chin

𐙚 squeezing your head with her thighs

𐙚 “i-im gonna-“

𐙚 “you better not.”

𐙚 continuing to edge her until she just about cries

𐙚 “okay baby….you earned it. let go for me.”

𐙚 her yelps and groans echoing through the house

𐙚 “iloveyou iloveyou iloveyou-“

𐙚 “my good girl.”

𐙚 drawing her a bubble bath after ᡣ𐭩

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fatedefyd · 1 year

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do i make icons from picrew for muses with less screen time......

#☼ ◜ooc.◞#// thinking aloud #// obvs i would link back and not claim them as my own #// also thinking abt it bc i am Incapable of drawing in bulk like i used to

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bluezenzennie · 10 months

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Whoever is writing my life: ( Early life ) Okay, now daddy issues.

Writer: ( Pre-teen years ) Depression, suicidal tendencies, ptsd, trauma, even worse daddy issues.

Writer: ( Present young adult years ) OOoo let's take the motivation of the ONE life source that means EVERYTHING to Howl :D ( Snatches motivation to art )

Me:

Writer: So, did I do a good job?

Me: ( GRIPPING THIS MF BY THE THROAT ) PUT IT BACK OR I'M PUTTING BOTH OF US OUT OF THIS MISERABLE WORLD YOU BITCH

( /J )

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ilguna · 4 months

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Expired Medicine Pls! Bucky & #5?

☼ left behind but never forgotten (Bucky Barnes) ☼

warnings; swearing, death, death mention, gun use, grenade use, fighting, injuries.

wc; 3.5k

prompt; 5. "I'll come back for you, I promise."

notes; spoilers for captain america the winter soldier.

The halls of the hospital are busy, swarming with doctors and nurses. They flip through pages of documents, some of them dodging in and out of rooms. If there’s any bad time to be on a mission, it’s now. In a place that’s supposed to be secure and safe from danger.

You told Steve that you’d come inside by yourself to retrieve the flash drive, but he didn’t trust you, wanting to make sure that he got it, himself. So, you follow behind him, letting him lead the way. He has his navy blue hood pulled up to block the view of his blonde hair and to shadow some of his more notable features. You know that he wants to avoid drawing attention, but you think it makes him look more suspicious than not.

His pace comes to a slow pace as he stops in front of the vending machine. On the way, he told you that he put the flash drive behind three sticks of bubblegum while the employee was stocking it. He wanted it here for safe keeping because he’d gone back with some of the SHIELD members. And with Fury’s warning, he didn’t want to take any chances.

You come up beside him, looking over his shoulder. Your eyes search the entire machine, looking for the aforementioned bubblegum. You even take a step back to get a bigger picture, but you come up with nothing.

You glance at Steve. “This is a problem.”

“I know.”

The sound of popping behind you makes you turn to see where it’s coming from. It’s Natasha, loudly chewing the pink gum, eyes switching between you and Steve. He lets out an annoyed sigh before he steps at her, placing a firm hand in the middle of her chest to push her into the empty room across the hall.

The door opens with a slam as the blinds rattle against the glass.

“So much for not drawing attention.” You mutter, reaching to close the door behind you.

Steve pushes Natasha against the nearest wall, trapping her with one hand as he pulls off his hood with the other. “Where is it?”

“Safe.” She says.

“Do better.”

“Where did you get it?” She counters.

“Why would I tell you?”

You glance out the window, watching another medical staff member pass by, completely oblivious of the three of you.

“Fury gave it to you. Why?” Her eyebrows are drawn in.

“What’s on it?”

“I don’t know.” She shakes her head.

“Stop lying.” Steve tells her.

“I only act like I know everything, Rogers.” She says, as if it’s obvious.

Steve looks over his shoulder at you, maybe for assurance. Or to make sure that you’re standing nearby. When he looks back at Natasha, you step in closer. “I bet you knew Fury hired the pirates, didn’t you?”

Natasha’s mouth opens, no words coming out for a second while she thinks of a response. “Well, it makes sense. The ship was dirty, Fury needed a way in, so do you.”

Steve grabs her shirt. “I’m not gonna ask you again.”

“I know who killed Fury.” She finally says, Steve’s grip loosens. “Most of the intelligence community doesn’t believe he exists. The ones that do call him the Winter Soldier. He’s credited with over two dozen assassinations in the last fifty years.”

“So he’s a ghost story.” You say, shaking your head.

“Five years ago, I was escorting a nuclear engineer out of Iran. Somebody shot out my tires near Odessa. We lost control, went straight over a cliff. I pulled us out. But the Winter Soldier was there. I was covering my engineer so he shot him straight through me.” She pulls up the bottom of her shirt, revealing a scar on her left side, a few inches away from her bellybutton. “Soviet slug. No rifling. Bye-bye, bikinis.”

“Yeah, I bet you look terrible in them now.” Steve remarks.

She gives him a halfway smile before it drops. “Going after him is a dead end. I know, I’ve tried.” She pulls out the flash drive from her pocket, holding it up between them. “Like she said, he’s a ghost story.”

“Well, let’s find out what the ghost wants.” Steve backs off of her, moving so that you can see them both. “Are you still in?”

“‘Course I am.” You cross your arms over your chest. “This sounds like fun.”

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If you’d known you’d end up in a car, squished between Natasha and a HYDRA agent, you think you might’ve told Steve that he could figure this out on his own. It probably wouldn’t have gone over well. He might’ve even begged you a little bit to change your mind, but with Sam here, there’s really no need for you to be.

“Natasha, why don’t we switch spots?” You ask, eyeing Sitwell for another moment before looking at her. “I don’t feel comfortable sitting next to him. I think this is more your specialty.”

She gives you an amused look. “I told you not to get in the car first.”

Sitwell blinks, drawing his attention from the cars passing you by on the freeway, to you. “Afraid all that training is going to fail you?”

Your eyes narrow, “No.”

He sighs. “HYDRA doesn’t like leaks.”

“Then why don’t you try sticking a cork in it?” Sam retorts, looking at him in the mirror.

Natasha leans over you to speak to Steve, who’s sitting in the passenger seat. This pushes you closer to Sitwell. “Insight’s launching in sixteen hours. We’re cutting it a little bit close here.”

“I know. We’ll use him to bypass the DNA scans and access the helicarriers directly.”

“What? Are you crazy?” Sitwell asks, eyes wide. “That is a terrible, terrible idea.”

A loud thud on the roof of the car makes it cave in a little. You only have enough time to glance up, before the window shatters next to Sitwell, sending glass flying all over the interior of the car. You shield your face, feeling the glass pelt your jacket and jeans, before landing on the now-empty leather seat.

Sitwell is gone, he screams briefly as he’s thrown into oncoming traffic on the other side of the concrete barrier, where he’s hit by a honking truck. You watch as a gun appears in front of the open window, the safety being turned off, before being pulled away.

Natasha leaps from the back seat to the front, landing in Steve’s lap as she pulls his head down. A bullet pierces the leather where she had just been, you slide there as another bullet slams in your seat. With two hands on the back of your head, you duck, listening as two more shots are fired.

When you raise your head, you catch Steve reaching forward to the emergency brake, yanking it back. The brakes screech against the asphalt, slamming the car to a hard stop. The man that had been on top of the car flies from the roof, somersaulting in the air so that he lands on a knee pad and a singular arm. A metal arm.

“What the fuck.” You breathe, watching as he dislodges his hands from the asphalt to rise to his feet.

For a few seconds, it’s a stand-off, as the cars around you weave in and out of the lanes to avoid hitting the car you’re in. Natasha tries to whip out her gun to shoot at him, but an armored truck hits you from behind, making you jerk forward, forcing the car in his direction.

He jumps, landing back on the roof. Sam slams on the brakes, trying to stop, but the truck is too strong. A metal arm comes flying through the windshield, fingers wrapping around the steering wheel, breaking it off.

“Shit!” Sam screams.

Natasha tries shooting at the roof, but the Winter Soldier jumps off, onto the truck behind you. You turn, wanting to keep your eyes on the threat, and find him on the hood of the armored vehicle.

“He’s accelerating!” You shout.

The trunk crumples further as you’re rammed again, this time throwing the car off course. It turns, wheel running up the side of the barrier, before forcing you back on the freeway. The car begins to wobble from side to side, growing more violent by the second.

Steve pulls up his shield, placing it on the passenger door. “Hang on!” He shouts, grabbing Natasha.

The car begins to twist, you reach for the window that Sitwell had been forced out of, grabbing the edges and pulling up as you go airborne. Steve, Natasha and Sam must escape together out of the door, because when you look down to launch yourself out, they’re gone.

And so are you.

You cross your arms over your chest with fists, holding on tightly to the body of your jacket while you’re thrown into the air. You gain several more feet, and in that time, you duck your head, ankles locked together, until you come crashing down to Earth.

With the world being one giant dizzying blur, you have to guess how far away you are from the freeway. You hesitate, waiting for the best possible moment to land without hurting yourself. Unfortunately, it’s a second too long, because when you throw out your left foot to throw you into a roll, you land on it sideways.

The pain is immediate, but it takes up the back of your mind as you hit the concrete, rolling for several feet. When the momentum is gone, you sit upright, clutching at your ankle, eyes searching for your friends.

You find the overturned car, and then Natasha and Steve, who are still sitting on his Captain America shield. Beside you is Sam, who’s eyeing your ankle, worried. You’re more focused on the Hydra vehicle, and the fact that the Winter Soldier now holds a grenade launcher.

In one solid move, you grab the front of Sam’s shirt, throwing him down as a grenade is sent in your direction. Steve holds up his shield, intending to deflect the explosion, but he ends up triggering it instead. The blast sends him ricocheting off of a car behind him, and over the side of the overpass.

You jump to your feet while you can, ignoring the piercing pain in your ankle as you try to run to hide behind the van. Sam is right beside you, you can feel his hand on your lower back, but then it’s gone, as he goes to hide behind the silver car a few feet back.

Natasha glances at you, gun in her hand. “Got any tricks up your sleeve?”

“Not really.” You tell her.

She pops up, shooting back at the HYDRA agents that are slowly advancing in your direction. You look back at Sam, and watch as he makes a run for it down the freeway. You suck in a breath, springing up to hurl yourself over the side of the barrier. A car whizzes by, and Natasha lands next to you.

You swear the whole bridge shakes when another grenade explodes.

She grabs your hand, passing one of her guns over. “I’ll distract him, you shoot when you get the chance.”

“Just to be clear, this is the Winter Soldier, right?” You ask.

Natasha makes a grave face, nodding. When there’s a break in the gunfire, she crosses three lanes of traffic, rolls over a car, only to be thrown off the side of the bridge when he launches a bomb.

A car comes to a screeching halt a foot or so away from you, inadvertently shielding you from the enemy. You turn to the left, climbing on your hands and knees while you try to get a better spot to shoot. It’s eerily quiet for several seconds, you slowly creep up to look over the wall, finding him aiming below the bridge.

When you’re sure that the HYDRA agents aren’t watching, you stand up, popping the safety off. You hold up the gun, aiming for the back of the Winter Soldier’s head. And right as you go to pull the trigger, a shot is fired, his head whipping to the side. When he turns to drop down, you can see that Natasha got him in the goggles.

He pulls them off, fist tightening around the black material. Then, he gets back up, spraying bullets at Natasha in response, pissed. They get into a brief gunfight, where you wait for the better opportunity to shoot.

As soon as the other HYDRA agents get to their feet, you fire. They’re solid shots on all three of them. So solid and precise, that they’re dead as soon as the bullets hit their bodies. You let out a breathy laugh, surprised that you still have that in you, but the celebration is gone when the Winter Soldier begins to turn.

You hit the cement, but you must be the least of his worries, because he doesn’t come after you. When you’re sure of this, you get back to your feet and over the barrier to retrieve one of the HYDRA guns from the bodies. You find a hook embedded into the hood of a car, attached to a thick black wire that hangs over the side of the overpass.

First, you check to make sure that there’s not an agent attached at the bottom. Then, you attach the gun to your body with the strap to keep it on you. After you’ve pulled your jacket sleeves over your hands, you slide down the wire, joining Steve, Natasha and the Winter Soldier below.

Except, there is no one.

You stand in the middle of the street, eyes sweeping the area, but all you’re coming up with are civilians running away. You head toward the anger to start, keeping a sharp eye out for any of the HYDRA agents that might be lurking around nearby.

There’s a distant sound of gunfire, followed by an explosion. You pick up the pace, jogging down three blocks before you’re met with a busy intersection. You hoist the gun up, one eye peering through the scope before you pull the trigger.

The Winter Soldier moves, making you miss by barely an inch. Steve runs at him to keep him from shooting back at you, swinging the shield up in time to block his punch, causing the metal to sound like a gong. Steve gets kicked off of the car, landing on the road, where he covers himself with the shield.

The enemy rolls off the car, pulling out a machine gun to shoot at Steve. When the bullets run out, Steve swings himself over the top of the car, foot knocking the gun out of his hand. You reload the rifle, waiting for the right moment to shoot, while they engage in hand-to-hand combat.

He shoots, they go back and forth with the punches, and block. The gun is put away, Steve is twisted out of the shield, now in the Winter Soldier’s grasp. It’s placed between them to keep a distance, but eventually yanked from Steve’s rip as the HYDRA assassin uses it to his advantage.

When there’s a pause, you go to pull the trigger, until the shield comes flying in your direction.

You jerk to the side, watching as the shield lodges into the back door of a white van behind you. With wide eyes, you look back at Steve, only to find him fighting once more. You reach, yanking the shield free, and also retrieving your gun as you move closer.

Steve seems to have a knife now. He tries to take multiple stabs, but ultimately it’s taken from him, and he ends up dodging once more. The Winter Soldier makes the mistake of swinging over Steve twice, allowing him to counter with a hook and a kick. The soldier slams back into a car, Steve runs at him, slamming him into it further, causing the door to dent and the glass to break.

He goes in for a punch once again, but the Winter Soldier blocks it, backing Steve away as he tries to fight back. Steve flips him over, standing over him for just a second, before the Winter Soldier grabs Steve’s neck, squeezing.

You let the gun hang against your chest, fixing the shield in your hand. You swing back, and then launch it forward. Steve’s eyes dart to it, ticking off the Winter Soldier, so he throws Steve over the hood of a car, turning just in time to grab the shield before it hits him. By then, you’re firing bullets, watching as they bounce off of the metal.

The gun jams.

“Shit.” You pull it off of you, hurling it in his direction. He catches it in his metal hand, clenching his fist around the material, breaking it.

He turns his attention back to Steve, who’s on the other side of the car. They go back to fighting, you continue to advance, a little annoyed that he doesn’t see you as a threat enough. He pulls out a knife, going to stab Steve, but the metal pieces a grey van, slicing the paint vertically.

Steve grabs the Winter Soldier, throwing him back to get him off, and swiping the shield in the process. The enemy swings, hits metal. He swings again with the knife, hitting metal. The Winter Soldier punches Steve successfully, trying to kick but he’s met with the shield, so he swings again.

Steve slams the shield into the metal arm of the Winter Soldier, and then forces it up, hitting him in the face. Steve wraps his hand around the mask, flipping him over backward, but it's too much momentum, because the Winter Soldier somersaults.

You walk around the truck, going to join Steve, finding the black mask lying on the asphalt. The Winter Soldier rises, back to you at first, until he slowly turns his head, allowing you to see what he looks like.

The blood runs from your face, lips parting as your eyes lock on.

Bucky.

He looks… different, but not in the bad sense. His dark hair is messily long, just barely reaching his shoulders. When in the past he’s kept it shorter, cleaner. There’s a shadow of a beard forming on the lower half of his face. And there’s this emotionless void in his eyes, as if he’s looking right through you.

This can’t be him, though. The last time you saw him…

Steve stands up, panting through his teeth. “Bucky?”

“Who the hell is Bucky?” He asks, turning toward the two of you fully.

He pulls up his gun to shoot at either of you, but Sam kicks him over, sending him tumbling over the asphalt. That small move does basically nothing, as Bucky gets back to his feet, you take a step toward him, even when he goes to shoot again, but you’re interrupted by a grenade flying over Steve’s shoulder.

A red truck explodes. You look behind you to see Natasha, barely holding herself up against a car with the grenade launcher. Bucky is nowhere to be seen.

There’s sirens approaching, presumably the police, a firetruck, a couple of ambulances, but all you see are black SUV’s approaching. Your eyes catch a figure disappearing into an alleyway.

“I’m going after him.” You dig into your pants pocket, pulling out the singular smoke bomb that you’d brought with you.

Before Steve can stop you, you pull out the pin, tossing the bomb in the middle of the intersection. In the matter of seconds, the grey haze is taking over the street, concealing your escape. Either Steve is too shocked or knows better than to go after you, because he stays there with your other two friends, letting you run off.

Your ankle is slowing you down, but that doesn’t make you stop. You chase Bucky down several streets until he jumps out from behind a car, fist swinging at your face. You catch it, fingers wrapping around his hand, eyes boring into his.

The two of you stand like this for a very long second. If he knows who you are, he’s doing a very good job of hiding it, because you’re none the wiser. If you had to guess what happened to him, you’d say Zola experimented on him. And you think that Steve would even agree with you.

He tries to punch you with his metal arm, but you block it with your forearm, holding him there for a second longer. You can’t do this, not here. He’s not stable enough to have a conversation, especially since he was trying to kill you. He is trying to kill you.

“I’ll come back for you, I promise.” You tell him, despite knowing that this means nothing to him. “I’m not letting you go so easily, Bucky.”

this was part of my 3k celebration!!

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adonisbeloveds · 11 months

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Sun and Moondrop taking care of a child reader

-Reader: no pronouns used + no gender implied -It/they for Sun and Moon

Requested: No/Yes

Warnings: None Disclamer: Characters personality, looks, ect may be different from canon due to either hc or author has just forgotten.

A/N: This is my first writting so I'm sorry if it isn't that good. All banners are made by me (the drawings and stuff are NOT mine, credits to the ones who drew them i just mixed them together and made banners)

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-☼ When you first walked in with your caregiver Sun was just doing their job, take the kid from their parents, get the kid checked in, than entertain them until naptime, after you said bye to your caregiver Sun took you into the sea of loud, messy and running children. -☼ You didn't really know what to do when Sun left you alone to go help other kids, so you just went off to play with the toys and be in your own little world, though not acting like the other kids around you, where still a kid, a kid who needed attention and attention was what you where going to have! -☼ Now having children who don't like playing, loud noises, and just can't handle overwhelming places where not uncommon for Sun, so it gave you your space but made sure to check up on you every once and a while, making sure your eating when its snack time, making sure you haven't left the daycare, asking if you wanted to join in with the other kids, ect. Sun was watching over the kids while they ate, it counted all the kids but found one missing, they looked around but couldn't see you anywhere near the eating tables, so they started looking around any corners or places you might be when it found you huddled in a small-ish place with blankets and pillows, you seemed tired and floating in and out of consciousness. "Oh little sunbeam, tired already?" Sun asked as they carefully picked you up and huddled you close in their arms and pulling the blanket over you "it is about naptime isn't it my little sunbeam" Sun said after booping your nose and walking back to the children to tell them its naptime.

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-☾ After Sun turned the lights off and all the children went to their sleeping bags Moon looked down and saw you half asleep in their arms, smiling softly it walked towards where the children where sleeping and sat down humming a small lullaby while holding you close to their lap. -☾ If you are one to have nightmares often or bad nightmares they will slowly wake you up and just softly reasure you that your safe in its arms, that no one and nothing can hurt you while they are here.

Moon was keeping a eye on all the children in a protective manner, being a almost second parent to most of the kids they took the role seriously, nothing was going to happen to you or the others. It felt movement in its arms and when it looked down and saw you looking up at them with grabby hands it softly smiled and held you so you where sitting on its leg. "Whats wrong little star? shouldn't a little star like you be sleeping?" Moon asks softly as to not wake up the other children. You looked up at them and whispered "puppet!" at first it took Moon a second before they smiled and patted your head "a puppet show? well if my little star wishes who am I to say no" Moon than placed you on the floor and went to get a flashflight. After a while other kids woke up to the puppet show while you sat in their lap and watched with amazment at the puppet show. Soon all the kids woke up, some watching the show and others playing around where Moon can see them, after a while the puppet show finished and Moon asked you to sit still while it goes to grab something and to put the flashlight back. When it came back it knelt down and showed two plushies, one of them and the other of Sun "Sun and I thought you would like them, so whenever your not here you have something to play with and to cuddle with when you sleep" Moon smiled softly as you grabbed the plushies and hugged them "thank!" they patted you on the head and went to turn the lights back on.

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mooshywrites · 2 months

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Bloodied Stars - Part 1 - To be loved

Fem!Reader x Ascended Astarion

Masterlist

Art commissions

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A/N - I’m hesitantly excited for this series. My brain overfloweth with plot ideas and I hope you like this one as much as I do

Comment here if you’d like to be tagged in chapter updates

Word count - 4.7K

Warnings - Kidnapping, drugging, being tied up, loneliness, biting, blood (Series contains - Angst, “enemies” to lovers, pregnancy, disagreements, slow character growth, smut, typical asshole ascended astarion behavior, cliffhangers, murder, death - This takes place after the events in BG3, the ‘reader’ (you) is not Tav. Just a Baldur’s Gate resident.)

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“If you don’t leave, I wont be able to help myself from taking you as mine completely.”

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With a final brush of lip oil, you took a breath. The mirror in front of you did little to distract from the growing nervousness in your chest.

Everything was perfect, your hair delicately brushed away from your face, highlighting the softness of your features. You looked confident, looked beautiful.

If only you felt half that.

You had been on dates before, but something about tonight felt different. The woman you were meeting for dinner was different.

She was ethereal in her beauty, her white hair seeming to glow in the candlelight of your favorite haunt. You had never seen her in that bar before, but she looked at you like you were someone she had known for years. More than that, she looked at you like you were someone important. You couldn’t help the attraction you felt towards her, it was almost as if she were otherworldly.

When she asked to meet for dinner the next night, you almost couldn’t believe her words. Something about it felt too good to be true. Someone that enchanting couldn’t want anything to do with you, could they? But the way her fingers grazed your arms, the coy smile across her lips, you couldn’t help but believe she was truly attracted to you.

You couldn’t remember half of what you had talked about the day before, sure you had probably come across as a dimwit with all of your stuttering. The woman took it all in stride, even having the decency to laugh louder at your jokes than they deserved.

You hoped she would be just as alluring tonight. More than that, this time you just hoped you’d remember to ask for her name.

With a final sigh, you turned away from the mirror. Staring at it any longer wasn’t going to somehow make you feel any more confident than you felt now.

You didn’t take much with you as you exited your small home, just a clutch filled with essentials. A comb, a few vials of potions, and a tiny dagger as someone who knew you couldn’t be too careful. Even on a date with someone who may as well be an angel.

The evening air was cool as you stepped out onto the dimly lit street, the soft glow of lanterns casting a warm ambience over the cobblestones. You couldn’t shake the nerves that fluttered in your stomach, a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling within you.

As you made your way to the familiar inn where you were meeting her, your mind raced with thoughts of what the night might hold. Would she be there waiting for you, as captivating and mysterious as she had been that night before? Would she give you that smile that could enchant the entire room and send shivers down your spine knowing it was directed at you?

The sound of laughter spilled out onto the street as you approached the entrance, drawing closer to the source of your anxiety. Pushing open the heavy wooden door, you stepped inside, your eyes quickly scanning the room in search of her.

And there she was, seated at a secluded table in the corner, bathed in the soft flickering candlelight.

As you made your way towards her, you couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes lit up at the sight of you. It was as if the world around you faded into the background, leaving the two of you in a bubble of shared anticipation.

With each step you took, your heartbeat quickened. When you finally stood before her, she rose from her seat gracefully, a smile playing on her lips that sent a wave of warmth through you.

“Hello,” she greeted in a melodic voice. “I’m glad you came.”

You returned her smile, feeling your nerves settle a bit at her genuinely happy reaction.

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything,” you replied, surprising yourself with the confidence in your tone.

She gestured to the seat opposite hers, smiling all the way.

“You know,” she started, settling in to her own chair. “Amidst the magic of last night, I don’t think I managed to get your name.”

“Oh,” you replied, trying to shake off your embarrassment as you told her. You hadn’t meant to leave her without a name. The entire night was a blur.

“A lovely name,” she cooed. “Mine’s Amastacia.”

“Right, Amastacia,” you tried the name out, wrapping your tongue around the syllables. “Is that elivish?”

“For night flower,” she nodded, giving a small shrug. “Anyways, tell me what you do for a living.”

You paused for a moment, slightly taken aback from how quickly she seemed to change the subject from her name.

“Oh, well. Im a tailor,” you offered.

As you continued to talk about your work as a seamstress, Amastacia listened with rapt attention, her eyes never leaving your face. You found yourself opening up to her in a way you never had before. Gone was your shyness, the conversation flowing effortlessly between you. The initial nervousness you felt had completely melted away.

As the evening progressed, you discovered Amastacia had a fascination with magical arts, particularly potion making. She didn’t dwell on the subject for long, it seemed she’d much rather hear about your interests. You didn’t mind much. After all, it had been a very long time since anyone had showed you this much dedicated attention.

As the night wore on, the other patrons in the inn began to trickle out, leaving the two of you in a cocoon of warmth and intimacy. A tiny part of the world carved out for just you and her in the corner of your pub.

“I’ll have to leave you for a moment,” you apologized, standing up and brushing yourself off. Amastacia only smiled back at you, softly ushering you off.

You made your way to the ladies room, relieving yourself and then moving to freshen up. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the dingy mirror, caught aback by your appearance.

You looked genuinely happy. Practically glowing.

As you walked back to the table, you couldn’t help but grin. You sat down and eyed the new ale in front of you. You may have had a little to drink tonight, but not enough to forget that you hadn’t ordered another glass.

“I ordered us both another round,” Amastacia grinned knowingly.

“Ah,” you said with a smile, bringing the glass to your lips. You couldn’t help but wince slightly at the taste, overly sweet and a hint of sour washing over your tongue. What had she ordered you?

Amastacia continued talking, oblivious to your reaction to the drink. You tried to follow along with the conversation, afraid to be rude. It must have been one of her favorite drinks if she had ordered it out of the blue. You could see the same honey colored ale swirling in her own glass. You took another sip, trying to bite back the aftertaste.

As the conversation droned on, you found yourself increasingly lightheaded. The room seemed to spin around you, the edges of your vision blurring.

Did you already have too much to drink? The ale couldn’t have been that strong.

You tried to focus on Amastacia’s words, but they seemed to meld together in an incomprehensible murmur. Panic began to rise within you as you realized something was very wrong.

Struggling to maintain your composure, you managed to stand up from your chair, swaying slightly as you did so. Amastacia’s expression became concerned, her hands coming up to steady you.

“I-… I’m not feeling well,” you stammered, your words slurring together in a jumble.

Amastacia stood with you, offering out an arm to hold you up. You could have sworn you saw a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, but anything could be a mistake with how hazy your gaze was becoming.

“Oh, my poor dear,” She purred, “Let me help you home, you look positively pale.”

“Y-yes. I think that would be good,” you muttered slowly, trying to hold onto the shreds of logic you were working with.

Amastacia guided you out of the inn, her grip firm on your arm as she steered you through the quiet streets. Your mind was foggy, thoughts disjointed as you struggled to focus on your surroundings. Through the haze, you couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at you, a sense of dread creeping into your heart.

As you stumbled along beside her, a wave of dizziness swept over you, distracting you from the realization you were in fact not heading in the direction of your home. You clung to Amastacia for support, her presence becoming increasingly sinister in your addled state.

Finally, you arrived at a curved wall, Amastacia ushering you to a ladder inside the watchman’s tower.

“What is this place?” you slurred, peering up the high ceiling.

“Shht shh, just climb up.” Amastacia demanded, the soft affection in her voice utterly absent.

“I’m too dizzy to use a ladder,” you whispered, darkness starting to creep on the edges of your vision.

You felt so sleepy. So incredibly sleepy.

Vaguely, you heard Amastacia curse, the walls around you seemed to shift.

It was right before you hit the ground that you realized you were the one moving, losing grips on your balance.

Thankfull, your vision went dark before you made contact with the weathered stone below

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When you woke up, it was to the muddled sound of dripping water. You tried to move, but found your hands and feet bound tightly. Panic surged through you as you frantically looked around, trying to make sense of your surroundings. You were in a dimly lit room, the walls made of rough stone. You smelled mildew and blood, the scent acrid in your filling your nose as the world became clearer.

The memories came flooding back — Amastacia, the drinks, the dizziness. You had been drugged and kidnapped. The realization made your heart race wildly with fear.

A creaking sound drew your attention to the side of the room, a figure becoming clearer in the shadows. It was Amastacia, but gone was the warm smile and gentle demeanor.

Gone was everything, in fact.

She seemed utterly numb, devoid of any emotion as she regarded you cooly. It was as if she were looking at a vaguely interesting stone instead of a tied and bound woman.

“Why have you done this?” You managed to choke out, your voice raw and barely above a whisper.

Amastacia’s laughter was hollow, still playing a part that her eyes hadn’t quite caught up with.

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

Another wave of nausea hit you and you retched, only managing to spit out a mouthful of bile. You strained against the knots of the ropes, letting out a whimper as you realized you were completely helpless.

Amastacia just watched you calmly, her once bright eyes now cold and calculating. She moved closer, her steps deliberate and measured, the silence in the room oppressive. When she finally spoke, her voice was like ice, sending a shiver down your spine.

“You were simply at the wrong place during the wrong time, my dear,” her words floated through you. “Or rather you were too alone.”

The last part was tinged with a bit of sadness. Or perhaps pity. Something that was barely perceptible to your addled mind.

“Just let me go. I won’t tell anyone,” you cried.

You were telling the complete truth. If she untied the ropes here and now, you’d leave without a word to a soul. There was something so humiliating in the realization of where you found yourself.

The night replayed in your mind and you couldn’t help but feel pathetic. You didn’t even know this woman before you were at her beck and call. Hell, you didn’t even know her name before you were falling over yourself for a chance at her affections.

For a chance at love.

Your chest clenched painfully. How stupid could you possibly be.

“I can’t” she spit out harshly, the venom back in her words.

“Why not?” you gritted.

“Because I won’t let her.” A quiet voice reverberated off the walls. You spun your head, heart pounding as you looked for the source of the sound. Was it your imagination, or could you see Amastacia flinch at the voice?

A figure emerged from the shadows, their presence suffocating and dangerous. With each step closer, your fear grew until you worried it may consume you entirely. Your heart beat violently in your chest. In the back of your mind, you wondered if the other two could hear it in the all too quiet room.

The figure stepped forward into the dim light, revealing a horrifically beautiful man. His features were sharp, pointed. His crimson irises glinted in the firelight as he gazed at you, sizing you up as if you were his next meal. His white hair curled delicately around his ears, almost perfectly placed to accentuate his aura of affluence.

You looked between the two people, numbly wondering if the two were related. The pale shade of their skin, their stark white hair, down to the shade of their eyes. The man had a much more menacing presence, sending a chill down your spine as he surveyed the scene before him with a cold detachment that mirrored Amastacia. If not laced with a slight air of sick and demented playfulness.

“Who are you?” Your voice sounded foreign. One that belonged to a much braver woman.

The man’s lips twisted into a cruel smile, his eyes glinting with amusement. “I suppose you could say that I’m her employer,” he sneered, gesturing towards Amastacia.

Employer? Your mind raced, trying desperately to make sense of the situation. You thought back to every interaction you’d ever had. Did you say the wrong thing to someone with dangerous friends? Learn something you shouldn’t have? Sew a button on the wrong pocket of a monster?

Surely not, as painful as it was to admit, your life was exceedingly boring. Nothing you could’ve done should’ve brought the attention of kidnappers.

Before you could utter another word, the man stepped closer, looking over you with a grimace.

“You gave her too much of the sedative,” he muttered with a look of disdain.

Amastacia didn’t bat an eye before casting her head down, giving the man a small bow.

“I’m sorry, Master. I don’t think she would’ve left with me,” she explained.

The man didn’t have a visible reaction, only kneeling to reach out, tilting your chin with his thumb.

“Ah I see. A prude are we?” he added.

In any other circumstance, you may have been offended. But right now, his cold hand raising your head up had you frozen in fear.

“Leave us.” The pale elf demanded.

Amastacia dipped her head again, leaving the room quickly. Strangely, you felt yourself even more scared as she left. Yes she drugged you and then brought you here. But she was a familiar face. One much less terrifying than the one in front of you.

“What are you going to do to me?” you whispered, unable to to look away from the white haired man.

“You really don’t know?” he murmured, his gaze flitting across your features before giving you a sly smile.

Your attention shot to his teeth, long and pointed canines gently digging into his bottom lip.

Your blood drained cold. You wracked your memory, trying to remember if Amastacia had fangs as well. You couldn’t get a clear memory of tonight, but you knew that she didn’t have them when you had met the night before. You were sure of it. Was she using some sort of glamour spell?

The man’s smile grew wider as he watched your breath quicken, observing your mind catching up to where you found yourself.

In the den of a vampire.

“No,” you whimpered, tears starting to well in the corner of your eyes. You knew in your heart you weren’t walking out of here. Not without being turned into a spawn or being drained of your blood. You weren’t leaving alive in any sense.

The vampire’s smile only deepened at the sight of your terror, relishing in the fear that emanated from you. His crimson eyes glinted with hunger as he slowly stood up and circled you, his movements almost predatory in nature. Each step he took reverberated through the room, the silence amplifying the sound to a deafening degree. Your mind raced with the thoughts of escape, of survival, but deep down you knew the grim reality of your situation. Trapped in a room with a creature of the night, with no one around to hear your scream or come to save you.

Whatever fate that lay before you now, you just hoped your death would be quick and painless.

As he stopped to kneel down in front of you once more, mere inches away, his breath was cold against your skin.

“Don’t be so afraid, pet. I’m told being bit by an ascended Vampire feels quite nice. An aphrodisiac of sorts,” he purred.

“Doubtful,” you spit back, unable to keep the aggression out of your tone.

“Oh how I love the feisty ones,” he mused with a glance at your lips. “They always taste like heaven’s most delicately spiced rum.”

“I’m sure I wont taste as nice as you might believe.” Your voice was hoarse, exposing your fear through your brazen words.

The vampire took it in stride, having the audacity to chuckle. “That’s to be determined, my sweet.”

He leaned further in, causing you to recoil. He was too close, too bold, too alluring.

Alluring? Where in the hells did that come from? Your eyes snapped back to him, trying to figure out where in the pits of your brain that intrusive thought had originated. Yes, the pale elf in front of you was devastatingly handsome. But surely, the fear for your life should hold a little more grip of your thoughts.

The thought of his words brought you hurtling back to earth. Did he say ascended vampire?

Suddenly, it was all too much. You were in the clutches of a monster. More than that, the crushing weight of how you would probably die down here in this musty cell with a complete stranger dug into your chest. The idea that you got yourself into this mess because you were so desperate for someone to love you. The knowledge that there would be no one to mourn your memory. Would anyone even know you were missing? The memory of Amastacia’s words poked needles in your heart.

‘You were too alone’

A sob wracked your body and you closed your eyes tightly, trying to will away the sting of tears threatening to escape.

When you finally met the pale elf with your watery gaze, your voice was pathetic, pleading.

“Please let me live. I can’t die like this. I don’t want to die this alone.”

The elf’s expression changed in an instant, a storm of emotion flashing across his face as he leaned back suddenly. His eyes bore into yours, the glint of hunger replaced with a flicker of something else entirely. Regret? Sympathy? It was hard to tell, but you found a sliver of curiosity in the shift of his demeanor. He straightened slightly, his shoulders lowering. The predatory aura seemed to dissipate entirely as he regarded you with a newfound contemplation.

“Alone,” he repeated softly, almost to himself. There was a pause as he seemed to mull over your words, his gaze unfocused as he peered around the room before snapping back to you.

“You truly fear being alone as much as you fear death,” he stated more than asked, a hint of confusion lacing his words.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you cautiously nodded, unsure of where this sudden change in conversation would lead. You were loath to talk about your feelings around loneliness, but you much preferred it over being sucked dry of blood.

The vampire let out a quiet sigh, running a hand through his pale curls in frustration.

“I’m not going to kill you.”

“You’re not?” you replied numbly, the words not truly settling in.

“No,” he answered decisively. “No, I’m not,” you weren’t sure if he was speaking to you or himself.

You tried your best to sit further up, slightly uncomfortable at how at peace you felt leaning in the pale elf’s arms. Like a lamb content in the mouth of a wolf.

“Why not?” you asked, regarding him as one would regard a venomous snake.

The vampire’s gaze softened before reverting back, an exasperated tut passing his lips. He hesitated for a moment before speaking, his voice surprisingly gentle. “I know what it’s like to be alone. Truly alone. And I see that emptiness in you.” he confessed.

You fought down a scoff at his words, completely taken aback that this Vampire had oddly grown a conscience. The back of your mind itched with nervousness. Could he just be toying with you? Playing a game with his food before he finally pounced?

Despite the lingering fear in the pit of your stomach, a glimmer of hope began to bloom within you.

“Then… what will you do with me?” you inquired cautiously, daring to meet his gaze.

A ghost of a smile played on his lips as he reached out a hand to gently cup your cheek. His touch was cool against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Let me taste you. I’ll only drink enough to leave you a little weak the next couple of days,” he offered. “Mostly just to see if you really are as spicy as I thought”

“And then you’ll let me go?” you asked incredulously.

A conflicted feeling flickered in his eyes, almost imperceptible as he nodded. “And then I’ll let you go.”

Confused emotions swirled within you - relief at the prospect of surviving this encounter, wariness at the vampire’s sudden change of heart, and an inexplicable curiosity about this enigmatic creature. Slowly, you nodded in agreement, a sense of resignation settling over you. He did say earlier that it wouldn’t hurt. In fact, that it would be pleasurable.

After everything that had happened tonight, surely you deserved a bit of pleasure.

The pale elf leaned closer, close enough for you to see the faint lines in the corners of his eyes, the flecks of gold in his ruby irises.

“I will not bite you unless that is what you want,” he murmured.

His breath was a mere whisper against your lips, his gaze searching yours for any sign of hesitation. You wondered silently what had caused the change in the air. What had made the menacing man suddenly so gentle with his gaze. You could feel the tension crackling between you, a palpable energy that seemed to draw you closer to him, despite the danger he represented.

As his face hovered inches away from yours, you found yourself inexplicably drawn to him, a strange pull that defied all logic and reasoning.

Here you are again. Walking head first into danger with a smile.

You nodded, giving the pale elf all the confirmation he needed that you wanted this.

Wanted his bite. Wanted him.

The vampire’s gaze darkened with hunger as he leaned forward, a gleam in his eyes that you couldn’t distinguish between being predatory or aroused. His breath was feather light against your neck, the sensitivity of your skin making you want to hide. You stayed as still as you could, letting the elf hold your head to the side. His teeth grazed your neck, sending a jolt of anticipation through your chest.

His hand found its way to your side before his fangs sunk down. The initial pain was sharp and intense, a white hot ache spreading through your shoulder. As soon as the pain had started, it was gone.

Replaced by something much, much different.

Pleasure began to run through your veins, desperate and heated. It was as if every pull of his mouth was connected to your core, pulsing through your body and turning you to liquid. You strained against your ties, helplessly craving the contact of the elf.

He took another draw and you whimpered, your hips beginning to shake with the potent aphrodisiac moving through your system. You couldn’t help but moan as you squirmed under him, your nerves alight with need.

Finally, to your disappointment and relief, the vampire pulled away, licking at the blood dripping from his chin. You stared at him breathlessly, your cheeks blushing red from the exchange.

“You taste heavenly,” he murmured.

You shifted again under his stare, all too aware at the growing wetness between your legs. You flushed with shame. How on earth could you have liked something that much? Like having his arms around you, his teeth against your neck, the feeling of him so close.

How could you want more?

The man regarded you with fascination for a moment, still mere inches away.

“What made me feel that way?” you asked, not being able to help looking at your blood smeared across his lips.

“It’s something in the bite, a venom of sorts that makes it easier to control prey,” he answered in a matter-of-fact manner. His expression grew guarded. Like he was too afraid of you seeing his true thoughts on what you had just shared. His hands reached down to undo your bindings, leaving goosebumps along your skin the entire way.

Once he was done, he looked back at you, the same unreadable expression still etched across his face.

“I must say, I commend you on your bravery,” the vampire spoke softly, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “Not many make it out of this place as… whole as you do.” His eyes never left yours, a mix of hunger and curiosity swirling in their depths.

You found yourself unable to tear your gaze away from his own, feeling like you were falling into an endless abyss. The intensity of his stare made your heart race with a dangerous excitement, a thrill coursing through your veins.

As he reached out a hand to gently caress your cheek, you bit your tongue, unsure of his intentions. And yet, you craved more of his chilling presence. The pale elf’s touch was still so gentle, his fingers trailing along your skin with a light as air touch that left a trail of tinging sensations in its wake.

“You can leave now,” he whispered, his voice guarded and weakly trying to hold on to the intimidating aura he exuded moments ago.

Deep down, you knew you didn’t want to leave. You should want to run out of this place and never look back. Try to put this all behind you as some sort of crazed nightmare. Especially after being tricked by someone you had fallen for, what right did you have to want to stay? To lean into this man’s touch?

“And if I don’t?” you questioned, your voice soft and betraying every feeling of need coursing through your body.

The vampire’s lips curled into a knowing smirk, his eyes darkening with desire as he leaned in closer, dangerously close.

“If you don’t leave, I won’t be able to help myself from taking you as mine completely. When the sun rises, you’ll leave this place. But while the moon is in the sky,” he growled, his eyes glinting, “you would belong to me, pet.”

You felt a surge of conflicting emotions flood your senses yet again - fear mingled with an undeniable desire towards the dangerous creature before you. His fingertips traced down your arm, leaving a river of fire. Your heart pounded erratically in your chest as you struggled to resist the magnetic pull drawing you towards him.

A part of you screamed to flee, the logical part of your brain demanding you escape this night that could only lead to ruin.

But your heart. Your poor, naive heart.

All it wanted was to surrender to him. To explore the depths of lust and darkness that awaited in his embrace. You looked back at him, steeling your heart. In the morning, you would be alone again. But for tonight, he would be yours.

Tonight, maybe he’d even look at you the same way he did now. Gazing at you like you meant something to him.

“I’ll stay,” you whispered, your voice barely audible in the dimly lit room.

The vampire’s eyes glowed with a mixture of triumph and desire as he pulled you closer, his grip steady. As his lips met yours in a fervent kiss, you knew in that moment.

Just for tonight, this pale elf was yours.

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