#fic: songstress

[hiddenqveendom]

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Title: Under the Moonlight Type: Fluff Ship: Wyll and Laverna (oc) Word Count: 1,450 Summary: Wyll leads Laverna away from camp one night to confess himself to her and the pair romantically dance together under the moonlight.

Taglist: @kentaroranda @erraticrandomficwriter, @jewishbarbies , @sgtbuckyybarnes ,  @decennia , @veetlegeuse, @arrthurpendragon , @raith-way , @scootermcooter , @stanshollaand , @chrissymunson , @foxesandmagic , @eddiemunscns ,  @waterloou , @endless-oc-creations, @kingsmakers, @https-svnshine, @daughter-of-melpomene,@dyhlanobrien, @fragilestorm , @nolanhollogay , @carmens-garden , @impales , @emilykaldwen, @darkwolf76, @princessmadelines, @iloveocs, @nectarinesrule , @nyrafireheart , @rebloggingocs , @conaionaru , @eddysocs , @xoteajays, @thatmagickjuju

After the adventures of the day, Wyll and Laverna return to the camp to rest and prepare for the coming travels.

Both of them were exhausted after the excruciating journey, but nevertheless they took some time to enjoy the fresh air in the evening, as there was a gentle breeze blowing on their faces.

As the night sets in, the sky was filled with bright stars, shining like a thousand jewels in the sky. Wyll took a moment to admire the beauty of the night sky, and then turned his gaze towards Laverna.

Suddenly, Wyll takes her hand and leads her beyond the camp, away from the fires and noise towards the forest edge.

The couple moves slowly, their steps synchronized and their eyes locked upon each other as they walk hand in hand. The moonlight casts a soft, romantic glow over the pair, creating a timeless moment between them. 

As they approach a secluded spot within the grove, Wyll stops, and looks intently into Laverna’s eyes. His expression is soft and sincere, filled with pure adoration for her.

Wyll gently pulls her closer to him and they stand face to face, their eyes still locked together.

The tension between them builds, as if each of them is waiting for the other to make the first move. Wyll slowly leans ever-so-slightly towards her, his breath warm as it brushes against her face. 

Slowly and gently he begins to speak, his words are like an intricate poem flowing from his lips.

“Laverna, there’s something I have been meaning to tell you…” 

Laverna doesn't reply, merely gazing back at Wyll with eyes brimming with a longing that’s matched only by his own.

For another long moment, neither dares to speak, both of them lost in their unspoken emotions.

Wyll slowly draws her close to him, his arms wrapping around her and pulling her into his embrace. They stand there for a while, enjoying the warmth of each other’s bodies.

Wyll pauses for a moment, gathering his courage and struggling to put his feelings into words.

Laverna looks up at him, waiting patiently for him to continue.

With a shaky breath, Wyll finally speaks, “I have been hesitant to admit my true feelings for you, but tonight my heart is overflowing with emotions I couldn’t dream of not putting into words.”

“Laverna…” he whispers softly, “I-I think I have fallen in love with you…”

Laverna gasps in surprise, her heart pounding in her chest as she stares up at Wyll, shocked by his words. The two had clearly been drawn to one another both physically and emotionally. However, the half-elf never expected such a powerful admission from the Warlock. 

Wyll keeps her close, their faces inches apart now, and stares into her eyes, willing her to respond. 

Laverna is breathless, unable to find the proper words to express herself. Her heart says yes, but her mind is racing.

Wyll can see that she’s struggling, and his grip on her tightens with the desire to make her understand. He draws her even closer, his hold on her tightening slightly.

Laverna can feel his heartbeat hammering against her own, their bodies pressed together.

Wyll caresses her face with his hand, tracing a gentle path along her jawline as he gazes into her eyes.

Laverna closes her eyes, savoring the feeling of his touch on her cheek.

Her chest still pulsing with emotion, she leans into his hand and tilts her head, allowing him a better angle to stroke her face.

The pair stands there, locked into a quiet moment of intimacy, savoring the feeling of their bodies pressed so tightly against one another.

Wyll continues to stroke Laverna's face gently, letting his fingers trace across her cheekbones and down to the detailed tattoo on her neck, his gesture becoming more affectionate with each touch.

Laverna lets out a slight sigh of contentment as she relaxes against his hand, her body yielding to the sensation of his touch. They stay locked in this position for a beat, neither of them wanting to break the silence.

Wyll moves his free hand to Laverna's hips and pulls her even closer to him, pressing his body against hers with more intensity.

The handsome Warlock’s body is now pressed firmly against the Bard’s, the heat of their combined bodies making the air around them feel thick and heavy.

Laverna can't help but notice the way Wyll's body trembles from their close proximity.

Wyll's hand on her hip grips her tighter, pulling her lithe body into his.

The two of them stand there, locked in this position, their breaths becoming more shallow and quick as their hearts race faster.

As Wyll draws Laverna close to him, she feels a warm sensation spreading throughout her body. 

In spite of the intense physical attraction between them, Wyll decides to break the tension with a different type of movement. He pulls Laverna even closer to him, but instead of immediately trying to initiate more intimate contact, he slowly begins swaying them both from side to side in a gentle and rhythmical motion.

The pair start swinging side to side, their movements in sync with each other, their bodies now moving in a pleasant and hypnotic rhythm.

Wyll’s hands remain firm and steady on her waist, his grip tight but not uncomfortable, as he continues leading the dance.

Laverna looks up at him, her eyes glazed with wonder as his steps guide her around the small clearing with a pleasant gracefulness.

Wyll’s face wears a slight, affectionate smile, and he maintains a steady and gentle rhythm with each movement.

As they sway, a light breeze picks up, causing the trees and plants around them to move in sync with the pair.

Laverna lets out a slow, contented breath as the air around them moves with them. The red haired beauty feels her heart beating faster and faster with each beat, her body filled with joy and excitement. Giggles escape her lips as she stares at him fondly. 

Wyll gently pulls her in closer, bringing their bodies into even tighter contact with every sway. He brings one of his hands lightly up to the back of her neck, letting his fingers rest softly against her skin as he guides her with the other hand on her waist.

The gentle dance creates a cozy ambiance, made even more beautiful by the sound of the nearby crickets chirping in the soft, night air.

The pair keep swinging together in their slow and pleasant rhythm, their bodies now moving as one, the distance between them now so close that one could hardly call it so.

Laverna can feel Wyll’s breath against her skin, as he guides her movements, his hand still remaining soft and gentle on her back.

The night sky above them is filled with stars, glowing brightly against the backdrop of their dancing figures.

The breeze continues to pick up, causing the leaves of the nearby trees to sway in the same rhythm as them, the sight and sounds of nature becoming a calming soundtrack.

The pair sway side to side, their steps slowly becoming a hypnotic and sensual rhythm.

The night air is getting a little chillier now, so Wyll carefully pulls her even closer to him. His arms now wrap around her, his hands on her back and waist.  His grip is warm and gentle, almost like a protective embrace as he guides her through the dance.

The gentle dance slowly comes to an end, with one last spinning movement putting them face-to-face with each other.

Wyll slowly and gently guides Laverna into a dip, their faces just inches apart. They stare lovingly into each other’s eyes for a moment, the atmosphere filled with passion and chemistry.

Wyll gently pulls Laverna back up to face him as their faces move dangerously close toward each other. Before she can hesitate again, Laverna leans in to kiss her lover passionately.

Laverna’s lips meet Wyll’s in a much anticipated kiss, their bodies pressed closely together, their movements and breath interwoven together.

Laverna’s heart skips a beat as she feels Wyll’s warm breath, his lips gliding across hers.

The kiss lingers on for a few moments before they finally separate, panting lightly and staring into each other’s eyes.

A rush of emotions flood through Laverna’s body as she looks at Wyll, feeling the intimacy of their moment. 

They stare deeply into each other's eyes, still feeling the rush of their heated passion. The pair remain there for a moment, breathing heavily, and feeling their combined heat radiating between them. 

With their bodies pressed against each other tightly, the feeling of their combined warmth, makes the moment feel utterly timeless...

#oc:laverna #wyll ravengard x tav #bg3 oc #fandom:bg3 #fandom:video games #ocappreciation #queerocs #bg3 fic #*drabbles #wyll x tav #baldur's gate 3 #*mine #allaboutocs #occentral #oc community #plot bunny #bard oc #dynamic:laverna&wyll #the blade and the songstress #do not steal or repost #fluff #wyll ravengard #littleocnation

[theredquill]

in between the first and second acts of butchered tongue

robb: dead.

theon: enduring reekfication

marysa: joining a band of musicians, being in denial, living her best bard life, is declared dead, changed her name

#asoiaf oc #oc: marysa manderly #she’s actually iconic #themes about the smallfolk being the only ones who react with humanity in the face of atrocities #oc fanfiction #fic: we’re in love #fic: of being reckless as young ( how damage gets done ) #fic: a butchered tongue still singing of ice and fire #they #theon greyjoy #theon greyjoy x oc #theon greyjoy imagine #it’s so smallfolk centric #kinda robb stark x oc #like but it’s theon end game #alyssane the songstress #themes of recognizing each other #me when they always recognize wag lgbt #theonrysa #my beloveds

[spacebarbarianweird]

I've found a few fics that hc that Astarion purrs when he's happy (Catstarion supremacy lol). Do you think he might if he felt safe enough with Tav?

I am 100% on board with that! I know that bats purr a little bit different from cats but it's not like bats=vampires.

Masterlist

Headcanons

Purring Astarion

Vampires can purr.

They purr when they are safe, happy, and content.

Like cats.

But have you ever seen a happy vampire?

Never. It's as rare as a vampire who can walk in the sunlight.

They suffer. They starve. They hate themselves.

They are tortured. Beaten. Hunted.

They are never safe enough to do so.

Astarion's life used to be hell. There wasn't a single good thing in his pathetic existence.

But he is free now. Cared. Loved.

He can do whatever he wants.

And he isn't alone. He has a person to hold, to talk to, and to share his feelings with.

Who can sit for hours playing with his curls while he trauma-dumps them about the most horrible events of his life.

Astarion learns about new ways of intimacy - bathing together, holding hands, cuddling.

One day, he wakes up after an especially bad nightmare. He doesn't remember what exactly he saw, but it was so unsettling he scratches his skin with his sharp nails.

When you return and see Astarion like that, you place him above you like a weighted blanket.

Pressing his head against your chest and stroking his back.

Your heartbeat and breathing soothe him, and he stops crying.

You lie like that for what seems like an eternity in silence.

He is happy.

At this moment, he realizes that the last six months have become a counterweight to two hundred years of misery.

Astarion relaxes and feels like falling asleep.

You hear a weird sound, as if there was a big cat beside you.

Purring.

You hug Astarion tighter and realize the purring comes from his chest and throat.

He probably isn't even aware of it.

The sound is nice and pleasant, but the very idea is hilarious, and you burst out laughing.

"What - What is this?" Astarion elbows up, staring at you. "Did I do something wrong?"

There is a weird sensation in his throat, and he shakes his head in disbelief.

"You were purring! Like a cat!"

Astarion is shocked.

It's not like he is fond of the idea that his body reacts so openly to feeling good.

(As if having an erection any time you do something playful wasn't enough to embarrass him).

But all his doubts fade into the background as he realizes how much you like it.

It's like having a big cat in your bed who doesn't try to run away if you squeeze it too hard.

And it's a good indication if Astarion really feels good or just pretends.

Sometimes, you think he feels off, only to hear soft purring from his chest.

Sometimes everything is great, but you don't hear this pleasant vibration.

And you also soon realize that if you make Astarion sit between your thighs, his back pressed against your chest, and start playing with his ears and curls, he immediately starts purring.

Safe, loved, protected. Like a happy cat.

Bonus:

You and Astarion have a dhampir-daughter

You two wonder how many vampiric traits your daughter has inherited.

Will she be able to walk on ceilings? Will she have fast regeneration?

You will find it later, but now you have a newborn girl, who isn't really fond of the idea of being pushed into this unpredictable world.

Once you finish the first breastfeeding session, the girl closes her dark eyes…

And start purring like a tiny kitten.

Tag list @tragedybunny @caitlincat-95 @tallymonster @astarionsbeloved @lumienyx @fayeriess @elora-the-slutty-songstress @veillsar @astarion-imagine-archive @micropoe10 @starlight-ipomoea @herstxrgirl @theearthsfinalconfession @ashrio20 @not-so-lost-after-all @vixstarria @wintersire @marcynomercy

#spacebarbarian headcanon #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 astarion #astarion romance #bg3 #astarion bg3 #astarion headcanon #baldurs gate 3 #astarion headcanons #astarion x tav #astarion x f!tav #tav x astarion #astarion x gn!tav #astarion x gn reader #astarion x reader #astarion and tav #astarion x you #astarion fluff #catstarion

[purelyfiction]

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NFL QB Jake 'Hangman' Seresin AU x Popstar F!Reader

Summary: NFL Quarterback Jacob Seresin is in hot water from a streak of bad decisions, just as you go through the worst public breakup of your life. With people slandering both of your reputations, your publicists hatch a plan to bring both of you back into favor and keep the heat off until spring - that is if you can keep up the facade.

Word Count: 5,334 words

Author Note: I know I have two other outstanding Top Gun fics and I swear I'm trying to get those going but I am writing what sparks joy and well.... this certainly does. || Also!! Reader's stage name is 'Celeste' with 'Este' as the nickname. So no one gets confuseddddd

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You'd never anticipated to start the biggest year of your life absolutely gutted, yet here you are. Your boyfriend – well, ex-boyfriend, severed what you had thought to be a loving, trusting and safe relationship, rather unexpectedly on New Year's Eve. Then he'd gone to the press to relay that you were a horrible person, a terrible girlfriend, too involved in your work to even bother paying attention to anyone else. The timing couldn't be worse, since you were about to start your first ever stadium tour in the spring. 

The result had been you hiding away in your little oasis that was your condo in California’s southern escape of San Diego. You’d stayed off the internet, binging TV shows that you’d been too busy to pay attention to and immersing yourself in anything you could, to erase the four year relationship you’d been splintered from. The garbage people probably wondered why there were a near dozen empty quarter pints of ice cream in your recycling bin, but that wasn’t for them to care about. At least you’d recycled them. 

Now, three weeks into the new year, with your favorite Chinese on the way, you sit on your couch going over tour visuals. Your lighting engineer is rambling on the line as you hear the gate buzzer go off. You’re quick to collect your dinner as one of the others on the line gasp and quickly mute their mic. “What?” You quip, walking to your expansive kitchen and dropping the large paper bag down. You’re half paying attention when the employee brushes you off, as your hand pulls container after container of food from the magical Mary Poppins-style bag. Getting to the bottom, you grasp for a pair of chopsticks, only to find several sets of them, along with a dozen fortune cookies. You take a moment to look over your four entrees and styrofoam container of sushi. The audacity of them to think you would be sharing any of this. 

Finally, you address the matter of your dramatic tech director. “What’s the deal over there Hollywood?” You chide, before your phone is ringing, leaving you to hang up the video call to answer the phone. It’s your publicist and you know better than to let her calls go unanswered.

“Check your inbox.” Her voice is frigid instead of it’s usually cheery demeanor.   

“Hello to you too?” Begrudgingly, you do as she commands, finding the email she sent to you. 

Jonah Carter agreed to sit down for an interview with UsWeekly, post-breakup to clear the air and to make sure no one else would fall for his ex-girlfriend's (Celeste) playful, girl-next-door-ish facade.

"At first, it felt like a dream come true," Carter, an up-and-coming actor within his own right, said almost sheepishly. "I thought she was talented and kind, but I should've known it was too good to be true."

But there's more to this pop-star than Jonah says meets the eye. In addition to the vanity and self-importance that seems to plague this generation's starlets, Este was a vindictive slob who routinely talked behind the back of even her closest friends. "It makes me wonder what she's saying about me, now, after everything I've heard her say about those who think are closest to her." The concern for others is written very clearly on the actor’s face as he speaks. When I question the songstress’ messages about authenticity, the man adjusts in his seat as he holds back a laugh. 

"She'd like you to believe she writes all her own music, but I'm not sure she could write a full sentence without the help of her team," Jonah chuckled nervously into his coffee. "Sorry, that was rude. I don't want to stoop to her level." Cowed brown eyes made me wonder what else he had endured behind closed doors. It struck a chord within me. 

“Why did you stay as long as you had if this was what you were facing?” I ask him. The expression of his kind features morphs into despair. 

“When we first met, Celeste was someone I admired. Her compassion, her drive and her dedication to the things she valued spoke so deeply to what I did, what I still do-” he fumbles as he attempts to source the proper words, “They just… weren’t her beliefs. They were her team’s.” Jonah lets out a pained sound, “I think when we got toward the end of it, I realized that she has this way of manipulating what she says, how she acts, to make herself look good. She puts on a show, on and off the stage and you pay for it one way or another. So, I knew what she was capable of. I knew she could be that person if she really wanted to and I wanted so badly to help her see that. I eventually learned that people see what they want to see.”

God, what a load of hot garbage this was. It was a particularly rare batch, clearly it had been baking in a dumpster in the scorching sun with the lid closed. All damp, with a horrendous mix of something rotting and old crusty seaweed. 

The tour was supposed to be announced on the first of the month and here your ex was selling stories (horribly narrated and mangled stories) to the press. You might as well have been kicking puppies at this point. 

“Isn’t he just swell? Nothing but peak wisdom from good ol’ Jonah.” Your eyes could’ve strained themselves with how far back they rolled. Probably the only time he’d ever made them do that too.

“I’ve already called a team together to brainstorm. I don't want you to respond. Stay offline, away from all of it and don't entertain any of the discourse. Not until I have something to work with.” 

“None of it is true we both know that-” You begin to laugh but she cuts you off.

“As much as I want to be on your side here, we are working to put out a fire. Your silence the last three weeks has put you at a massive disadvantage and frankly? The public eye doesn’t see you in the greatest space right now.” You know she’s right. She always is, and right now ‘Celeste’ was synonymous with ‘cynical, fake and fraudulent’. You wouldn’t be shocked if the uproar demanded you be canceled based off of this testimony. 

It wasn’t all but two days later that you were called in by your PR team. Into the office in New York for the first time since before Thanksgiving. It had been a busy end of the year and now that the new one was coming in so ferociously you weren’t looking toward any of the things you once had been. This was the first time back into the light and so you had made sure that the inevitable cameras had something to look at. You’d dressed yourself in your favorites, in an effort to boost your confidence as best as you could. Putting on a show, just like you had been when things had been on the rocks with Jonah. 

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Getting to the office, you’re nearly trampled with the amount of people that swarm you. It’s not normally this bad - hell it’s never this bad. It isn’t until you catch sight of a football jersey and an ESPN logo that your brow furrows. Odd. 

Stepping into the building, you’re pushing your sunglasses up onto your head, looking down at your ringing phone and trying to slide your coat off simultaneously. Instead, you crash right into what you think is a wall, but is instead a broad man, looking rather lost. 

“Easy there, Twinkle Toes.” You guffaw and look up at the blonde man before returning your eyes toward your feet. Of course, the bedazzled statement boots on your feet call attention to themselves before the rest of the outfit can balance itself out. 

“Alright, Prince Charming, you first.” You snicker before stepping out of his way and start to the elevator. Unfortunately for you, he’s apparently heading your way as well, needing access to the lift to the next floor. 

“Prince Charming, huh? I mean I’ve been called worse.” His shoulders roll backwards as the elevator dings to one of the other floors. You keep your head trained forward, suddenly remembering the rule you’d been given. Stay quiet, don’t engage. And here you were giving sass to a stranger and showing up in bedazzled booties. You were really digging this grave deeper than necessary. So, instead of giving him another sassy response, you keep your eyes locked to the neon numbers as the elevator passes each floor. “Oh so, now I’m getting a cold shoulder? Darn, I was really ready to ask you all about the boots on your feet, too.” You can’t help but let your eyes move back over to the broad male, just out of the corner of your eye. His face is completely locked on you, shamelessly at that. “They expensive? They got that waxy red paint on the bottoms of ‘em?” Silently, you turn one of your feet up to give him a glimpse at the blue bottom of the shoe. “Huh, blue. That’s fun. That more expensive than the LouButton or whatever they are?” Finally the elevator reaches your floor, hopefully shutting this chatterbox up for the time being. Yet the questions continue like an immature toddler as you rise up the floors - going to the same floor nonetheless. “Hey, you’re that Celeste chick aren’t ya?” 

“Yes.” You finally answer one of his questions, his face lighting up.

“Oh look at that, she cracks.” Another eye roll times well with the sound of the elevator reaching the desired floor. Instead of responding, you quickly find your way through the glass hallways and to the desired room. You are so glad to be in the presence of the familiar group, the stranger in the elevator having rattled your composure somewhat. Your manager comes in with a cup of coffee and a smile, which immediately puts one on yours. 

“You didn’t have to do that!” You cheer, reaching out for it as she sits beside you. 

“When you see what Rachel has come up with, you’re going to need it.” Oh. Reassuring. 

You see her point when Prince Charming steps into the board room, followed by a host of men in dress clothes and suits, all matching the blue soles of your boots. Charming sits directly across from you, a hand wiggling his fingers as he waves at you. Oh good. 

“Thank you everyone for coming. I know this is a very polarizing group, so before we get ahead of ourselves, I want to introduce Celeste, or Este as we all have come to call her over the years.” Awkwardly, you wave at the foreign men. They grunt and nod. You were already having doubts and not a word had been spoken on their end. “I also want to introduce Beau Simpson, public relations coordinator for the San Diego Sea Lions, Coach Natasha Trace, and Sea Lions owner, Tom Kazansky.”

Sea Lions? As in the NFL team that had been built not even three years ago but had made it to all three playoffs in their short time? The one that Jonah had ridiculed immensely when it joined the league because ‘California doesn’t need another group of inflated egos in the league’? 

“I’m really feeling the love here, Rach.” Charming speaks up and the raven haired woman on the other side of the table sighs. 

“This is Jacob Seresin, starting quarterback for the Sea Lions.” The coach speaks, the blonde man brushing off her introduction. 

“No need for full names, Trace. Clearly we only do the stage name around here.” That was a clear jab to you if you’d ever heard it. “Hangman’s what they call me.” His hand juts across the glass, toward you. Your hands stay tucked under your biceps. 

“Pleasure to meet you.” It’s passive, turning to your team leader. “Rachel. I’m not seeing a connection here.” 

“Jacob is in the same pot of hot water you’re in.” Your attention moves to the similarly broad man who stands up, towering over Rachel. “We feel as though we can spin this to both of your advantages. Jake needs to stop sleeping around–”

“Easy now, Simpson.” The eldest in the room stands up and he gives you a kind smile. It’s not a farce though. You’re not entirely sure what makes it so genuine, but you smile in return of seeing him stand, despite it taking a slight bit of effort to do so. “What he means is, Jake’s professional status has changed due to the words of someone else and we’re determined to alter that. Rachel identified this and made quite the proposal.” The young woman seems all too cheery to cut off the old man. 

“You’re both having relationship woes–” The raven haired woman on Jacob’s team speaks under her breath. 

“Wouldn’t call them relationships.”

“And by putting you two together, we feel as though we can put you into a positive light. Let’s face it, putting two very successful, and attractive people who are already in the spotlight allows people to follow the developing love story. Este attends games, plays the WAG card, has an opportunity to be seen in the public eye more frequently and dispels the ill-spoken words that were published about her this week. Jake gets the proof that he isn’t just a love-em-and-leave-em type.” Your eyes spell out the doubt you’re feeling, looking at your team who is just as skeptical. “That’s just the beginning! Celeste is going on tour this year. Stadiums all across the country have her booked and ready for the summer. We have a captive audience already following these games to see Este and Jake together, and we get brand recognition. The conversations that will come as she gets to witness her betrothed play in a stadium she would be performing in that very summer.”

Now you see where the benefit actually is. Clearing your name while simultaneously promoting your tour in the process. Seeing stadiums you’ve booked and would hopefully sell out. 

“So how are you proposing this works? We’ll need a start, an end - a story on how we met–”

“Well,” Beau settles in his seat, twisting in the desk chair as he draws in the attention of the group, “we have the major details hypothesized. Rachel and I will work with one another to get the rest of it together. For now, you two met at a New Years Eve party.” 

Oh joy. Now you get to remember that bitter break-up that led you here, every time you speak about him. 

The man looks like he walked out of a surfing magazine, as it were. Now, the scowl on his features paints him as a devil. Long hair, muscular arms on display as he leans into the table in front of him. 

“If we don’t do this?” Jake leans back in his chair, a hand coming to fiddle with the lingering 5 o’clock shadow that he has omitted in his morning routine. 

“We don’t do this and there will be a lack of support for the Sea Lions. You’ll have painted the entire team as jackasses who can’t focus to save their life, especially if you continue to party and hook up with whomever your dick has the hots for that night-” Beau has gone off the handle and Tom speaks up again. 

“The point is, public favor will stay low and it will not bode well for the team. With a lack of support, we have empty seats. Empty seats translates to less viewers, then to less money and you know the song and dance. Not to mention morale for the upcoming playoffs. We need to keep the team happy, Hangman. It’s time to do something to benefit everyone.” 

Jake’s expression deepens, as though he was a young child just scolded by his father for his poor behavior. Green eyes shift and face you, his hand jutting out toward you. 

“I’m in.” His hand hovers. Waiting for you to join him in this grand scheme. Glancing at your own team, they look rather haunted. At this point, it was this or to hope that a long string of possible good stories and fan interactions can redeem you. 

You want this to pass. And if this would make it go faster… you grab Jake’s hand firmly.

“What’s there to lose?”

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You went back onto social media. Posted some photos you’d taken with friends back at the beginning of the month, from the worst party of your life. The photos at least were cute and you loved the dress you’d gotten to wear. Luckily these photos were all taken prior to midnight. So there were no red eyes. No ruined mascara and glitter across your cheeks. No freezing car rides home and empty beds. 

Mindlessly, you scroll through the comments. 

Flameth: can still make the whole place shimmer ✨

RunTao: phony photos

Romanacent: so glad to see you’re not letting him get to you!

H_ngm_n: you’re still gonna let me borrow those boots right

It’s the last one you’d been keeping an eye out for. Boots? Looking back at the photo, you scroll through the carousel until you spot them. 

The same shiny sparkly rhinestone boots you’d worn to your meeting. 

Celeste: @h_ngm_n I’m a woman of my word, of course 🤗

Not even a week goes by before you’re ‘spontaneously’ at a bar in LA. Jake has been there for the last two hours, as he insisted you both show up alone and then end up leaving together. You eventually found him in the VIP section, drinking with his buddies. 

You made sure to keep your distance for a few minutes - after all, his friends had no idea this was going down. The only people who knew about this little arrangement were your respective PR teams. That was it. No one else from your teams, your friends and family, absolutely no one knew what your little plan was. Maybe you should just leave. It was a verbal contract, you didn’t sign anything, you were just trying to make this work for the two of you-

The bartender pulls you from your deliberations. There is now a drink that you certainly didn’t order sitting in front of you. Well there was no going back now. Jake had likely made a show of sending over the drink and now you had to go through with this. Glancing over your shoulder, you see the jock, legs spread, arms resting on the back of the booth chair. Green eyes lock in your direction and send a cocky wink as a garnish to your drink. 

You are about to win your first Oscar with this performance. Throwing on a grin, you pick up the drink and easily sashay your way over to him and his football buddies. Some flash titanium wedding bands, some platinum. Some aren’t wearing them at all, like your date, mister 83 who leans forward upon your approach. “Well, well, well, long time no see hot shot.”

“Speak for yourself, pop star.” Jake stands to greet you, his arms coming around you, carefully as to not spill either of your drinks. You catch a whiff of his cologne when he does so. It’s rich, familiar in the way it reminds you of summers camping. Bonfire smoke and smores. Yet clean, like when you came home to a clean house, citrus floor cleaner lingering in the halls. Pulling back, you almost move forward again to sit in it. Easy does it. 

“Oh come on, three weeks isn’t that long.” You chide. While most of his body has pulled away from the hug, his free hand still sits on your waist, warm against the AC of the exclusive bar. 

“Technically it was a year ago.” Jake smirks before taking a sip of his drink and you want to groan. So you do. But spin it into something more playful. 

“Observant, are we?” You nearly snarl as you take a sip of your drink, Jake’s colleagues standing up. The one who’d sat right next to him grins and extends a hand. He’s tall, lean but has a stunning smile as he steps your way.

“Not sure we’ve met. Javy Machado, running back, San Diego Sea Lions-” the blonde looks at his friend with an amused scoff. 

“I think she knows who the Sea Lions are, Jav.” The look on the captain’s face is one of skepticism and amusement. You were here to dispel rumors. So, as much as you’d like to smack Jake for being a dick to his friend, you shake his teammate’s hand instead 

“In passing. I don’t follow football closely, but I get by. Celeste.” The smile on your face is genuine as the next player stands. Kind eyes, a domestic bar of hair on his upper lip and the build of a pickup truck, he goes for a quick one armed hug. When he lets go, you have to wipe the temptation of any swooning you were compelled to do. Especially since a gold band glistens on his left hand. 

You’re here for Jake anyways. 

“Name’s Bradley Bradshaw. They call me Rooster.” Your eyebrow furrows as your head twists. Before you can ask, another man on the other side of the room laughs. 

“You should hear him on the field when he’s sacking someone.” This one, curls and meticulously groomed facial hair to boot, leans forward and shakes your hand kindly. “I’m Mickey. That back there is Bob.”  

True to his word, at the end of the bench is a long haired man, tucked into his phone and fiddling with a ring. He doesn’t seem to match the energy of the rest of the group. Curious. “Bob!” He glances up at the sound of his name, blue eyes flitting from face to face before spotting you. When he does he breaks out into a smile. 

“Celeste! Gosh, wow it’s so cool to meet you! My girls adore your music.” This catches Jake’s attention, a brow popping up. 

“Aren’t both of ‘em less than five?” He asks and Bob looks between the two of you. 

“Yeah? It’s never too early to introduce them to great music and influential women.” There’s no faking the smile on your face as you reach over and shake his hand. When you do, you look at Jake with a ‘would you look at that’ coded grin. 

“That’s amazing to hear! I’m glad they have fun with it! That’s why I do it.” You glance back at Jake as he comes behind you, hand shifting to the small of your back. 

“Pay’s in the bathroom, I’m sure you’ll meet him sometime later tonight.” The quarterback gives a nod to his group, before guiding the two of you to a high top table not too far from them. When you sit down he looks at you with a laugh. “Flirt much?” 

“Excuse me?” Jumping to the defense, you watch Jake roll his eyes and then look back at Bradley, before facing you. 

“You were practically eye-fucking him.” 

“Was not.” 

“He’s happily married, leave him be.” The blonde sips at his drink and you can’t help but laugh when you realize he’s giving you a hard time. 

“Right, right, guess I’ll bother you instead.” The tease is off your lips in two seconds. Maybe he was right, you were coming off strong. You huff and sink into yourself briefly. “I don’t know if you realized this, but I haven’t had ‘flirt’,” your fingers mark the quotation marks in the air, “with anyone in a while. Let alone fake it.” 

Jake leans back in his chair, downing the rest of his beverage a smirk making way when he sets the glass down. 

“Don’t worry, you won’t be faking it for long.” 

The two of you sat at that table for probably an hour, bickering over which of the Pirates of The Caribbean movies were the best, and why glitter was a detriment to society. Another round of drinks and the football star return to the table as he laughs when he spills a little of your overflowing drink. 

“No, no I assure you. Glitter originated in some high tech nuclear weapons factory to make the enemy go insane upon introducing it to an environment.” He pushes your drink toward you as you pull your hair back. Not only were you not anticipating for him to be this passionate about it, but you weren’t planning on the night going like this. 

You were enjoying yourself. Jake had told you about his time at UT, six years spent studying communications no less. 

It made sense when you really dissected it. Jake had the ease to hold someone’s attention: he’d held yours this long after all, and he was well spoken. Both were things that were shocking to you. He soon enough revealed the plan had always been football. Communications was for post-retirement, when he got tired out and wanted to be back in the stadiums. 

Stories of his dad commentating his high school games came fondly before he asked about your background. You were a bit hesitant to divulge too much, but what you had was pretty bare-bones. 

Music had always been a hobby but never a career choice. You’d planned to go into school for a degree in education, a masters in English. Go and teach for a bit before getting your PhD in some niche of the world of writing and then become a professor at your alma mater. 

With the rise of social media and the multitudinous connections of the internet, a little original song of yours got popular. Local radio picked it up and then your label signed you. 

“It all was pretty spontaneous, really,” you answer. “My career was in no way by design, but… I wouldn’t change it.” The smile on your face is small, but genuine as your hair falls back around your face. Tracing the rim of your glass, you keep your eyes down before a hand pushes your hair out of your face. Coming eye to eye with him, he grins. 

“Guess it was written in the stars then.” His response catches you. Jake’s eyes are much softer than when you’d approached him earlier. They were dark, focused and possibly a little mischievous. Now? They were gentle. Every shade reassured you that the boisterous man you’d seen in the office and the press was nothing like the man under the helmet. 

It made far more sense to you now. How he’d gotten women hooked on him. The abrasiveness and bold exterior was the casing to the real character. 

How many women had actually made it past the outside?

The rustling of a fabric on leather comes from in front of you, watching as the blonde pulls out a wad of cash from his pocket. 

“Please tell me this isn’t you trying to buy my affection there, Seresin.” As he stands up, pushing his wallet back, the grin carved on his face doesn’t leave when he shakes his head. 

“No, no, princess. This is for the bartender. Turns out you’re not a cheap date.” His knuckles wrap onto the table briefly before he disappears. You blame the blush on your face on the humidity inside the building. 

The two of you bid your goodbyes, before starting to the front of the bar to exit. Reaching the street, it’s expectantly empty. He takes the side closest to the street as the two of you head down the way, toward the row of restaurants and shops that were quiet for the night. 

“Are you hungry?” Jake’s voice breaks through the cold of late January air, looking at him quizzically. 

“If you’re hungry we could go back-” His hand comes to your back again as he shakes his head. 

“Oh-ho, no ma’am I promise, I’ve got something way better.” 

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Unfortunately, he was right. The two of you stand in the glow of food truck lighting, beyond messy tacos in hand. He’s watching you with a smirk on his face, obnoxiously chewing the fish taco in his hand. 

“Is that not the best taco you’ve ever had?” Again, his voice is filled with ardor as he watches you attempt to maneuver the soft corn tortilla that seems to be spilling into your napkin. 

“It’s… a taco.” You shrug, looking down at the brown beef meal in your hands. Jake shakes his head, still chewing. 

“No, no, I will not have you slander Ganso’s Tacos. Absolutely not.” He sets his red basket down on a table, hand in a vice grip around his taco. “Here, open,” he maneuvers closer and you shake your head, backing up. 

“I am not eating your taco!”

“Eat it!!” The two of you laugh. Finally, you concede and take a bite of the hand fed taco. When he finally takes it back to his plate, his expression eagerly waits for your reaction.  One hand covers your mouth as you chew, nodding as Jake looks like he just stole the Mona Lisa without getting caught. 

“You’re right.” One singular fist to the air and he’s back to scarfing down his tacos. 

“I told you. Way better than bar food. This is by far the best taqueria in all of California. And I stand by that.” 

With full stomachs and messy hands, the two of you start back toward the bar, where Jake’s parked. When you do, you finally notice a car has been tailing the two of you since you ordered your meal. 

The crowd in front of the bar proves that your teams were certainly on to something. Flashes of light start in an onslaught, your hand coming to block your eyes. Still, you keep walking toward them, only for Jake to grab your hand and guide you toward his car. 

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Voices shout, questions sail through the air, your name, his name, Jonah’s, more questions about football- it all gets crammed into the cacophony before the passenger door opens under Jake’s hand, guiding you to your escape pod. 

The driver side door causes the car to shake with an unceremonious thud. In seconds, the engine to the sports car is ignited and the two of you are underway. 

It isn’t until you get about two miles out that one of you finally speaks. 

“How long do you think it’s going to take for those to show up online?” White lines on the road disappear as you head further and further from the bars and closer to the hotel you were staying at for the weekend. 

“I give it maybe six hours. Four if we’re lucky.” He laughs, but it doesn’t match the hearty ones he shared with you earlier.

A sports broadcast plays lowly on the radio, both of you overwhelmed by the cameras that stimulating conversation was far from what either of you were concerned with. It isn’t long until you spot your hotel. Jake navigates into the lane closest to the front of the building, pressing down on the brakes. You’re just about to unbuckle when he pulls back out into the other lane, lurching forward and away from your accommodation. 

“Um. Hello?” You question. The car whips around a turn, green eyes fixated to the rear view. Shifting in your seat, you glance behind you. 

“We’re being followed.” Jake just barely makes the light before it turns red, leaving the tailing SUV behind. 

“It’s probably just paparazzi, no big deal.” It’s easy to shrug off for you, but Jake huffs. 

“Yeah. And I’m not dropping you off at a hotel alone with vultures circling.” Navigating the CarPlay in the vehicle, he quickly moves to messages and asks his phone to send someone to your hotel to gather your things. 

“Jake, I’m-”

“You’re staying with me.”

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fever pitch (b.b) - prologue

soundtrack: mastermind - taylor swift pairing: footballer!bradley x popstar!reader synopsis: Bradley shoots his shot in public, but will he fumble when he meets you in person? warnings: language, drinking, meet cute notes: my first series in a while! this is shamelessly based on the epic Taylor Swift/Travis Kelce saga currently happening rn, and combine that with my innate love of football (the kicking kind, not the NFL kind) and... voila! I hope you enjoy this. Let me know what you think in the comments, reblogs, and asks. Happy reading! <3 ✨I do not have a taglist. Please follow @ficsbygreenorangevioletgrass and turn on the notification to get the latest update on my fics✨

Soccer Sensation Bradley Bradshaw Fails To Shoot His Shoot With Y/N At Her Concert?

Arsenal captain Bradley Bradshaw may be among his club’s top scorers this season, but even he misses a chance in romance like the rest of us.

The 29-year-old athlete spoke about his missed opportunity with the multi-platinum songstress Y/N while speaking to his former teammate Héctor Bellerín on the latter’s podcast, “More Than A Footballer”, earlier this week.

When asked about any fun stuff he did last weekend, Bradshaw replied,

“I went to the Y/N concert at Wembley [Stadium]... it was awesome. It was pouring rain, but it was amazing. I don’t remember Wembley ever being that electric aside from, like, cup finals. She was sensational.”

Bellerín nods in agreement, having heard great things about the famed singer-songwriter’s live concerts.

Unprompted, the American midfielder then continued,

“If you’ve heard about the tour, there’s this tradition of trading friendship bracelets. And I actually made one with my number on it, hoping I could give it to her after the show…”

The Cockney-raised Spaniard cackled in surprise and teased him, “But she didn’t wanna see you, bruv? [That is] legend!”

“No hard feelings!” Bradshaw raised his hands in defense over the Zoom call. “She needed to dry off and get warm. Gotta make sure she stays healthy, protect those vocal cords. But yeah, I was a bit bummed out about it.”

Bellerín laughed and jokingly addressed the camera, “Y/N, if you’re watching, give my boy a chance, will you?”

Mononymous pop sensation Y/N is hot off of her Kaleidoscope North American Tour, which wrapped in September. Her six-show run at Wembley Stadium this November officially kicks off the European leg of her sold-out tour. 

Will they be the next pop royalty and conquer the stadiums with their own crafts, or will this fizzle out as this week’s viral anecdote? The ball is in your court, Y/N.

Y/N’s representatives have not responded for comment.

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Your Miu Miu heels click and clack against the ground. The pavement gleams after the rain and glistens under the streetlights. Everywhere you look, your eyes hurt. Down, and you worry about slipping into a puddle and falling on your ass. Forward, and a million camera flashes are ready to give you an aneurysm.

All in the name of reporting your night off of work, performing live in front of 90,000 people in a stadium.

In other words, all in a day’s work.

There’s a moment of reprieve, when the silvery white blitzes disappear into the dim tangerine lighting of the lobby. The flight down the stairs is so dark, you’re seeing green. It takes your eyes a moment to adjust, but as soon as they do, the thumping bass line of some dance music hits your ears. Clashing perfumes doused on the dancing, dressed-up bodies that you have to weave through.

You are seriously regretting your girl friends’ invite to a night out. You could’ve just had them over to your hotel, open a bunch of red wine, and you would’ve still had a blast. But no. You had to say yes to going to the Cuckoo Club with Lacey, Amara, and Jo.

And this evening is making you feel quite cuckoo.

There’s champagne at your booth and you’re much too eager to take a glass and start a toast. “Cheers, bitches!” you yell over the music, clinking your glass against theirs before downing the whole thing in one go.

It’s nowhere near enough.

There’s not enough buzz to dull the assault to your senses—not even after the three glasses of wine at dinner earlier. Everything is still too loud, too bright, too crowded, too… much.

“Hey!” you nudge Amara, who is sitting right next to you. “Let’s do shots!”

She turns to you, eyes widening at the slightest. “I thought you wanted to take it easy tonight!” 

“Changed my mind,” you shrug, as you get up to the bar.

While you make your way through the crowd on the dance floor, Bradley Bradshaw looks up from his booth and does a double-take at the girl who just walked by. Even in a high-end club full of the well-dressed and well-heeled, people still get starstruck. And why wouldn’t they? You’re about as famous as an iPhone. 

His eyes widen and immediately whips out his phone to shoot a text to his oldest and most trusted friend Natasha Trace.

‘Dude, I’m in the club and Y/N just walked in. What do I do??’

Natasha thankfully texts back almost immediately. Then again, maybe being a Communications Director for a major company requires her to be a good texter. ‘Wdym what do you do? Just go talk to her.’

‘You were supposed to introduce us!’ Bradley replies, eyes darting between his phone and you at the bar, conflicted.

Natasha is a mutual friend of yours, too, and when the Bracelet-gate clip went viral, she laughed in his face for a full 5 minutes before deciding to set the two of you up. But the schedule never really aligned, so he hasn’t got a chance to see you. Not even after he went to your concert with a friendship bracelet and a dream.

And now, seeing you here in the same room at the same time as him…

‘What do you want me to do, get down there and do it for you?’

‘...Can you?’

He senses the judgment even as the three dots appear on his screen. 

‘Stop being a pussy, Bradshaw. Let me Netflix and chill with my gf in peace.’

Bradley scoffs, half-annoyed and half-fond. ‘Asshole. Have fun.’

The dance floor clears up, just enough to see that you’re right there. Leaning against the bar in your dress like a dirty daydream, talking to the bartender, and he couldn’t just let you go without a word. He thought about it, and he simply couldn’t.

“Oi, where are you off to?” His teammate Martin hollers, while the others watch him make his way to the bar in determined strides.

He squeezes past patrons across this jungle of a club, hoping to God that somebody hasn’t beaten him to talk to you yet, or you haven’t ducked out completely. Oh fuck. You’re still there, though. Good. You’re still at the bar, still glimmering under the mirrorball. Just a tap on the shoulder away. You can do it, Bradshaw…

“Excuse me, I—”

You feel the hand on your shoulder just as you turn and stand up, and in a flurry of miscoordination, looks up just as the other person moves in.

In a stroke of dumb luck, Bradley feels the top of your head slamming up against his nose and he groans in pain. “Ohh!”

“Shit! Oh my God…” you gasp, reaching out to the man in front of you. He’s tall, very tall, and you can’t quite see his face with his massive hand clutching his nose. “I’m so sorry…”

“No, it’s okay. My bad…” It really doesn’t seem like it, so he lets go of his nose and smiles sheepishly. Gosh, he must’ve looked stupid right now.

But you see it differently. What you see is a dashing man in a sleek tieless navy suit and a well-groomed mustache, straight out of a Cinemascope flick, ever so handsome despite his reddened nose from the way you just accidentally headbutted him. “No, that was totally mine. Are you okay?”

Your eyes are crystal clear even in the dim light, the concern is palpable in your gaze—and rightly so. It’s just that he’d take the headbutt any day, if it means he can look at your beautiful face. “I’m… I’m swell. Y/N, right?”

There’s a shift in your gaze. First, alert—you’re assessing how much of a potential threat this person is, whether they’re gonna be weird about you— and then it relaxes. Not a threat. Then a slightest hint of mischief, like she wants to know what kind of dynamics they would have. “Have we met?”

And boy, can he.

“We haven’t, actually. But I went to your show at Wembley earlier this week. You were amazing.” He offers a handshake. “Bradley Bradshaw.”

You didn’t quite catch his name over the blaring music, although you shake his hand anyway. “Sorry?” 

He leans into your ear, “I’m Bradley Bradshaw.”

You don’t know which one makes your heart skip, the sudden close proximity, the warmth of his timbre, or the whiff of his perfume.

“Right. Nice to meet you, Bradley Bradshaw.” You accept his handshake, hoping he doesn’t see how flustered you are in the strobing purple light.

“Likewise.” He nods with a smile. “And may I just say… you look stunning.”

“What, this old thing?” You brush down the art nouveau-inspired Balmain dress on your body. You’re just being modest, of course; you know you’re dressed to the nines. You have never been much into facial hair, but somehow that mustache suits him very well. “You don’t look so bad yourself. You remind me of a… young Robert Mitchum. Or Paul Newman— or one of those Golden Age leading men.”

His face lights up. It’s hardly the first time he received that kind of compliment, but when it came from you, it feels… different. It feels special. It makes him just a little bolder. “Yeah? Maybe after a few drinks, I’ll be quoting lines from Butch Cassidy. Or would you prefer Cat On A Hot Tin Roof?”

This piques your interest. A man of culture, it seems. But of course, you can’t be too sure. “I’m more of a Paris Blues kinda gal, I’m afraid.”

Gosh, you don’t swoon so easily and he likes you so much for that. “Makes sense.”

“How so?”

“It’s a good underrated musical movie, for the musically gifted… And Sidney Poitier was just fantastic in that.”

“Huh.” You raise your eyebrows. You honestly thought he was just spouting the famous titles. But the fact that he has likely seen this hidden gem might just mean he’s really into it. “Aren’t you full of surprises.”

He leans in to speak in your ear yet again. “If you stick with me for a bit, I might show you another surprise or two.”

The music drowns out your racing heart just barely, and the bartender places a whole set of tequila shots on the bar top, and it snaps you out of your reverie for a moment. 

“Wanna get some air?”

He seems surprised, but of course he wasn’t gonna throw away this shot. “Sure. Why not?”

You instruct the bartender to send the shots to your booth, not even spending ten seconds to ponder staying in this deafening hell hole. Not when this man looks like peace. Perhaps an undercurrent of mystery underneath, but his whole demeanor is as calm and comforting as those old-school movies you put on to fall asleep. At the same time, something about this person pulls you in, it’s almost magnetic, and you can’t help wanting to see this through.

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[dreamywriter143]

Hey bby🥰

I saw how u are open to doing other characters as well (I love all ur Neteyam Fics btw😍) I was wondering if I could request a pervao’nung x reader? I liked how he was in ur first smut fic scorching heat!

It can be a oneshot or an imagine. Up to u! And take ur time!

Creepin’

Status: Request by Anon

Parings: Ao’nung x Reader (Y/n)

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, NSFW/MDNI, Suggestive Content, PervAo'nung. Mentions of drinking.

Summary: Ao’nung always disappears at the same time every day. It has come to the point where it catches the attention of his close friends. The question is where does he go to? More specifically, who does he go to?

Word Count: 2.1k

*Still under some construction, excuse any mistakes! I’ll be fixing them soon!!*

A/N: Thank you for your request Anon! My first Ao’nung fic! I’m so happy! I don’t get many Ao’nung fic requests so I kinda had to dig this one up. I have so many other requests and I’ll try to get to them! I’m sorry if it’s taking long. Thank you all for your patience!

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“Ao’nung! Heading off already?” Rotxo calls the boy back as he attempts to leave the group unnoticed.

Ao’nung curses himself for not being extra careful as he turns back to the group. After a day filled with chores and training the group had decided to hangout near the beach. Each of them sitting on a part of the large log is as they converse about the day while leisurely drinking the sweet floral drink Ao’nung had provided.

A part of him hoped they would be so into their conversation and drinking that he would be able to slip away without gaining any attention. Boy was he wrong.

“Out, there is some things I need to take care of” Ao’nung claims shrugging it off as if it was not a big deal. Neteyam raises a questioning eyebrow setting his cup delicately on the sand below.

“No-no. You don’t have anything else to do today-and this isn’t the first time. You always disappear around this time….what do you do?” Neteyam asks in a curious tone. The group all hum in agreement as Ao’nung curses the eldest son for being so observant.

“Nowhere, you’re imagining it. I'm just going for a walk that's all!” he lies easily. If they knew where he always ran off to, who he ran off to, Ao’nung knew he would never live it down. Especially since what he was ‘doing’ could be seen as…perverse.

For a while now Ao’nung would run off into the night at the specific time because he knew this is the exact time a certain someone would slip off to take a well needed bath.

It all happened one day when Ao’nung went to venture off on his own to clear his head. After a heated argument with his sister regarding Lo’ak and how he hated the amount of PDA they displayed, Tsireya accused him of being too uptight. Too strict. Oh boy would she eat those words.

During his late night walk he stumbled across a small pond, secluded and deep within the trees. It was hidden away from view, a treasure left untouched. At least that's what it looked like upon first glance.

He didn't intend to venture deep into the trees to investigate as he heard the sweet sound of someone humming a quiet tune. But something deep within him caused him to step closer, all while concealing his presence. And he thanked Eywa he did, there stood Y/n. His long term crush.

Y/n was the daughter of Sye’ha, the songstress of the clan. Y/n’s mother had a beautiful voice, relaying their stories and prayers to Ewya through songs and passages. Y/n was also gifted with a great voice, but in Ao’nung’s opinion, it was better. He remembered the first time he heard her sing, it was many years ago which started his one sided infatuation.

She was magnificent, her voice entranced the entire clan as they surrounded her, Ao’nung included. The way she swayed to the song made her seem that much more alluring. Her curves gilded with ease to the beat, putting Ao’nung in a daze he has yet to snap out of. She looked tempting.

When Ao’nung decided to come back the next day he was rewarded with the sight again as Y/n swam in the warm water with ease. After many more sessions he had her schedule memorized to the T. Ao’nung wasn't ashamed to admit he watched how she would slip out of her garments that easily slid down her smooth skin, brushing her hair to the side as she submerged herself into the warm pond below. Ao’nung always watched from afar, controlling his breathing as his hard cock strained against his loincloth at the sight.

He wasn't proud of what he did or the pleasure he got out of watching her and spying on her. He wished he had the courage to approach her and admit his feelings but everytime her e/c eye locked onto him, Ao’nung felt himself melt. His breath would hitch as he would choke on his own words. His words would come out garbled as he would end up fleeing the scene in embarrassment.

“Seriously Ao’nung? You always disappear during this time. Almost every day, you can't blame us for worrying” Tsireya pipes up from her spot nuzzled up next to Lo’ak. Ao’nung frowns, he was always sure to cover his tracks when he snuck off. Was he that obvious?

“Chill Tsireya, maybe he runs of into the forest to jack off or something” Lo’ak teases as Neteyam chokes on his drink. Rotxo quickly slides over to the older boy, taping his back repeatedly. Ao’nung feels his face burn bright red at the accusation that was somewhat true.

“Lo’ak!!” Tsirea squeals in embarrassment, she swats her hands at Lo’ak who chuckles at her flushed expression. Seeing the opening he had been waiting for Ao’nung slowly takes a step back. Rotxo was busy helping Neteyam not choke himself to death while Tsireya lectured Lo’ak on being more respectful. The perfect opportunity.

“Now's your chance, Fish Lips” Kiri pipes up, loud enough for Ao’nung to hear but going unnoticed amongst the rest. Ao’nung sighs out loud as Kiri gestures to the forest with a bored look. Not missing a beat Ao’nung sprints as fast as his legs could carry him, also being mindful to be as quiet as possible.

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To say Ao’ning was fixated on Y/n would be in understatement. He was addicted, addicted to her. Addicted to being around her. Not only was she the gem of the clan, the beautiful songstress to take after her mother. But she was also a beautiful soul.

She helped train the infants with their IIu, always offering a hand to the older Na’vi’s with chores. She also helped Ronal when going out on excursions to pick herbs and spices. It was at those moments Ao’nung got the opportunity to admire her up close. That, and now.

Ao’nung swiftly situates himself behind the familiar bush as his eyes peer through the leaves and branches. It was his spot, his favorite spot as it provided the perfect view of Y/n. He already felt himself harden under his loincloth as he watched Y/n walk into the clearing. Completely unaware of his presence.

Ao’nung calms down his breathing as he watches Y/n set down a cloth and a pair of garments she would change into after the bath. She reaches up to gently tie her locks into a bun which Ao’nung was grateful for. It showed him the view of her slender neck, clean and untouched. The perfect spot he wished to litter with his love bites someday.

Ao’nung’s hand lazily reaches down to squeeze his hardening cock, a silent whimper escaping him as his eyes drink in the show. A view that he never got tired of. He has watched Y/n in this vulnerable state many times, each time he couldn't help but get more turned on. More needy.

Y/n unclasps her top, sliding in down her arms and letting it plop on the mossy floor. Her breasts now free from their restraints, her perky nipples stood erect as the cool air surrounded her. The light breeze leaves a trail of goosebumps down her body.

Ao’ning bites his lips at the sight, stroking his hardened member though his loincloth as beads of pre soaked through. He fantasized about those breasts day in and day out. They were perfect, the size, the shape. How they looked to be their perfect size to fit in his hands. Oh, what Ao’nung would do to have a chance to nip at one of those pink niipes that seem to always tease him. Ao’nung runs his tongue over his lips at the thought, nearly salivating at the image. How would they taste? How would they feel?

Y/n bends over, the loose strands of baby hairs falling loosely around her face as she shimmies out of her loincloth, she drops the perky piece of fabric with her pile as she stands up, on full display. Ao’nung had just seen heaven. He was certain of it.

Unable to control himself any longer he hurriedly pulls out his leaking member, spreading his precum all over his shaft to lube it up. He didn't dare look away from Y/n as she sat near the edge of the pond. Her legs dipping into the warm water below.

Ao’nung pumps his cock all while catching her gently exfoliating her skin with a flower she had brought her. He closes his eyes as he imagines how she would look if she were with him. If he had to courage to make the move. How would she moan? Would she whimper as he bruised her delicate skin with his touch?

Ao’nung lets out a satisfied sigh as his thoughts run wild. How her lips would feel against his, were they as soft as he had imagined? They looked plump, pillowy upon first glance. He was certain he would melt at the interaction.

Ao’nung bites back a groan as his fantasies grow wilder, imagining her underneath his moaning breathlessly as he pounded her. He wanted to feel her grip onto him as he showed her beautiful pussy no mercy. His hand pumps faster, his slick cock letting out lewd squelching sounds as his pace sped up.

A sudden rustle in the leaves jostle Ao’nung from his day dreaming.

His eyes shot open at the sound looking behind at the source. He holds his breath as he waits for something to emerge but with no such luck.

Letting out a sigh of relief he turns back to the pond, his hand still holding his member.

“Fuck-” Ao’nungs eyes widen as he curses to himself. Y/n was nowhere to be seen. He couldn’t help but feel defeated knowing he was so entranced in his own day dreaming he missed out on watching her bathe herself.

“Where-” Ao’nung freezes. His entire body is littered with goosebumps as he feels movement behind him. Quite and calculated steps approach him, if he hadn’t been so caught up in his own world he surely would have missed it,

He feels a breath fan along his neck sending goose bumps all over his body. He didn��t move an inch, partly out of fear, partly out of worry. Just as he audibly gulps, ready to face who was behind him, he feels her.

There was no mistaking it. He felt breasts press against this bare back. He felt the heat radiate off of them as he closed his eyes at the feeling. Taking a deep breath he is finally able to confirm who he had suspected.

Her scent wafted through the air, the smell of her own arousal thick with need.

“Oh dear, you're stiff as a board” a melodic voice coos near Ao’nungs ear that has turned purple over the fact that he’d been caught. Ao’nung opens his mouth to speak but his words get caught in his throat as she presses her completely bare body against his back.

“I-it’s not wha-”

“Oh shhhh, it’s ok. Nothing to be ashamed of” Y/n says softly, her hand sliding down his arms. Ao’nung sucks in a breath, feeling her trail her fingers closer and slower to his groin.

Y/n leans to the side of his face, peppering tiny little kisses along his skin that send Ao’nung to another world. He groans at the feeling , leaning his head back with his eyes scrunched shut in pure ecstasy. He wanted to burn the feeling deep in his brain.

Y/n fingers finally come to a stop, tracing her index finger along his semi-hardened length as it twitches at the contact.

Ao’nung accidentally bucks his hips at the sensation. Praying that whatever he was experiencing was reality, not a figment of his lust filled imagination. Y/n blows near his ear seductively, smirking at how easily he submitted to her featherlight touches.

“Would you…..like a hand?”

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed! Thank you so much for the request!! Make sure to comment any suggestions or changes I can make, I’m still learning how to create well written stories, so your feedback helps me greatly!

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I have Other Projects that need writing first, but I have this mighty need for like. An SVSSS fic with Shen Jiu getting Tianlang-Jun out from under the mountain for whatever reason, consequently gaining just the worst kind of meddling gremlin matchmaker who is now dead set on fixing his life.

Shen Qingqiu is going to get therapy whether he wants it or not!! Tianlang-Jun can't go enacting vengeance on Huan Hua yet and has nothing better to do with his life right now! Zhuzhi-Lang, tell the prickly immortal master that this is for his own good! Attaboy.

Did I write almost 3k words of an outline for a fic I don't currently have the spoons to write and might never get around to? Yes. It was originally a twitter thread here, enjoy the very lightly edited details of this madness under the cut:

Maybe some business takes Shen Qingqiu near the mountain and curiosity bites him to see the sealed demon emperor - to see how good of a job stupid Qi-ge did because his shizun is singing praises about how Yue Qingyuan did the main seal and without him the whole thing would fall apart.

So he hides his presence - can't have the head disciple of Qing Jing Peak snooping around after all - and goes to take a look. It's soon enough that Tianlang-Jun is not completely out of it yet, he's humming and reciting and singing to himself in the dark to stay sane.

It gives Shen Qingqiu pause because he knows that song the demon is singing in a voice that would be surprisingly nice if his throat wasn't halfway crushed probably. One of the jiejies at the Pavilion sang it to him once when they were talking about composing, one music master to another. She composed it before she came to the city, for a likeable if spoiled young master, who then fell in love with an upstanding cultivator and kindly paid her ten times the original commission fee to please don't ever perform it in public because his beau is the jealous type.

So how does Tianlang-Jun know the song, Shen Qingqiu wonders. There's something very fishy about this. The songstress spoke only highly of the 'spoiled young master', but now that he thinks about it the timeline seems to check out... So he sneaks closer to investigate.

Tianlang-Jun hears him approaching and turns towards him. There are talismans over his eyes so he can't see Shen Qingqiu, but he quietly asks "the immortal master" to please don't be loud, his dear nephew have only just now fallen asleep. Poor Zhuzhi is running himself ragged trying to keep his uncle's spirit up and trying to find any crack in the talismans, but he already reverted to his original form and can't do much. He's curled up next to Tianlang-Jun so his uncle can just barely rest a hand on his head and is deep asleep.

Shen Qingqiu can't resist commenting on how hideous Zhuzhi-Lang is and Tianlang-Jun agrees but insists this is his nephew they are talking about so could the immortal master please not pick on his sweet hardworking Zhuzhi-Lang? Ah, master, did you know in some parts of the demon realm this counts as flirting? No?

They talk some more and Shen Qingqiu is mystified by how cordial the demon is - "What point is there in wasting my energy on raging against you, master Shen? You were not one of those who sealed me and my throat hurts so much afterwards you just wouldn't believe. 0/10 would not recommend."

Gets confirmation that yes this is indeed the 'spoiled young master', he does remember the girl he hired to write him a song, he now regrets terribly that he didn't just stick with it instead of running after romance. Was the money enough for the girl to buy her contract? Oh good. He was worried he didn't give enough.

And the more he hears about Tianlang-Jun's shenanigans in the human realm, the more Shen Jiu has Doubts about what went down. A man who fusses over his unfortunate, hideous thing of a nephew like Zhuzhi-Lang is the most precious good boy, who pretends to be drunk and 'accidentally' rents out a whole brothel for a week so a violent young master and his buddies can't hurt the girls while they are visiting the city is about as high up on Shen Qingqiu's 'good person' scale as a man can ever get, regardless of what else he is.

Shen Qingqiu has a good sense for Men That Are Better Avoided and Tianlang-Jun is tripping none of his badtouch feelers - very much unlike the Old Palace Master. Zhuzhi-Lang eventually wakes up and tries to scare Shen Qingqiu off, with mixed results. His unusual loyalty to Tianlang-Jun is noted, however.

So Shen Qingqiu goes back to the sect and hatches a Plan. It involves Mu Qingfang who knows all sorts of truth pollen, Shang Qinghua who can source basically anything they need and Yue Qingyue because stupid soft-hearted Qi-ge would not stand for being complacent in injustice. Plus they can count on his good nature to cover their asses if they are caught. Always good to have a backup plan in case they get in hot water, head disciples of a notable sect sneaking into another sect's territory to tamper with the sealed heavenly demon emperor.

It is fortunate that Tianlang-Jun currently can't see and Zhuzhi-Lang has no words to tell him Yue Qingyuan is there, because all Shen Qingqiu told him was that they are not with Huan Hua and that he wants to get to the bottom of this - preferably so he can dig a hole there and bury the Old Palace Master for good, the wording of which highly amuses the demon. So Tianlang-Jun is very cooperative, for the relief their company brings if nothing else. They hear all about his enthusiasm for the human realm (now a little bit dampened, he admits with a strained laugh) and figure out that he can't keep a serious lie up for more than 5 minutes. He probably could, Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghua agree, finding common ground in their mutual bullshit/lie-radar, but it's not in his nature. Shang Qinghua mimes checking with his sources, goes for a good round of complaining to his ice prince, then returns having 'confirmed' Tianlang-Jun's recounting of the events.

So next point on the agenda: fixing this shit. Getting Tianlang-Jun out and finding out what happened to Su Xiyan. After that: finding a pit of demon ants they can shove the Old Palace Master into for a slow death, getting him to confess all his crimes in writing beforehand optional.

Getting Tianlang-Jun out is easier than anticipated because the sect leader was only exaggerating a little when he said the Yue Qingyuan's seal is the thing holding the whole binding together. With it willingly undone Yue Qingyuan can go wreck the other bindings with his cursed sword to weaken it further. Tianlang-Jun has only been under the mountain for a few years so he's not completely depowered, and after Mu Qingfang gives him some very rare demonic boosters ("Shang-shidi, stop shaking, nobody is going to ask where you got them!") he can break out no problem. It comes with a huge earthquake tho, so they must make a run for it. Huan Hua does find out that Tianlang-Jun got out as a result, but they are not suspected of freeing him for now.

They must hide the still recovering Tianlang-Jun and the now conveniently humanoid Zhuzhi-Lang and they need to track down what happened to Su Xiyan - which is probably the easiest, because Zhuzhi-Lang can remember her scent and her qi and he's a demon snake so he can use those to track her path, even years past. They find no Su Xiyan, but they do find baby Luo Binghe and that makes things uuuh. Not really better, honestly. The washerwoman is glad that the father came to track the child down, he looks like a very upstanding young master ("How?! He looks one bad step away from feral!"). Nobody listens to Shang Qinghua and Zhuzhi-Lang when they try to explain that maybe Tianlang-Jun as a single father is not a great idea, but they are kind of short on great or even passable ideas so they will take it.

Mu Qingfang however discovers the seal on Luo Binghe and declares that it shouldn't be carelessly undone. So they can't go and hide in the demon realm with effectively human baby Luo Binghe and while Tianlang-Jun can actually hide his demon nature very convincingly, they can't go around with Zhuzhi-Lang being so clearly recognizable.

Shang Qinghua and his plot devices to the rescue!

It's the flower of a very rare demonic plant with the ability to change half of a mixed-origin demon's nature - was originally meant for a wife plot with a demoness with similarly incompatible heritages who of course turned into a beauty afterwards...

Heavenly demon blood is very resistant to tampering, but nothing stops the flower from changing poor Zhuzhi's snake half - in this case to that of a human, for easier blending in purposes. Zhuzhi-Lang is not happy about this, but he can see the merits in it.

The drawbacks: the flower blooms once every three centuries (Shang Qinghua gets Mobei-Jun to steal a preserved bloom for him from the Northern treasure vault) so if he changes, he can't change again until then, quite a few decades from now. He will be stuck as half-human. He would lose all his snake traits, which he is not happy about.

The pros: easier hiding among humans, if something happens and Tianlang-Jun dies for real he won't turn back into that awkward half-snake form. He would remain humanoid.

The neutral: Mu Qingfang realizes that his mental health is depended on his snake familiars and sets Shang Qinghua to get a bunch of very rare ingredients for a potion of permanent speak-with-sneks. The family resemblance between Tianlang-Jun and Zhuzhi-Lang is more obvious so they can pass him off as Tianlang-Jun's son to make their made-up backstory more coherent. Mobei-Jun is a little suspicious about Shang Qinghua's sudden interest in rare demonic things, but mostly he's happy that his human is asking things of him, and he can start working off the life debt he owes Shang Qinghua. He might teleport into the middle of shenanigans and get drafted into the madness.

Zhuzhi-Lang never looked very old, but he looks maybe 13-14 now. So after overhearing Shang Qinghua's mumblings that they will have to get Luo Binghe into the sect to start cultivating before his seal is broken so he has the basics of cultivation down, Tianlang-Jun gets a wonderful idea. And unfortunately, the person in charge of babysitting 'runaway young master single dad' is Yue Qingyuan who feels too guilty about sealing him under a mountain to oppose him before it's too late. They end up similarly sealing Zhuzhi-Lang so he can 'scout ahead' and as 'the big brother' prepare a spot for Luo Binghe in the sect.

It's bit of a tossup who gets the newly renamed Luo Yuxi shidi, but Shen Qingqiu will probably call dibs, let's be honest. He can't trust Yue Qingyuan not to go along with more madness and Zhuzhi-Lang has no talent for medicine (and he is getting really fond of Mu Qingfang, nope, not under Shen Qingqiu's watch!). And he still doesn't trust Shang Qinghua, period. They are all in this together and yes, they are terribly entangled with demons and schemes now, but he's not letting Shang Qinghua off the hook for already being all that and strangely knowledgeable about things to boot.

Tianlang-Jun moves into the city with Luo Binghe, fully leaning into the whole 'rich widow who ran away from his responsibilities after tragic death of wife' angle, takes on the washerwoman to help with the child rearing and almost accidentally builds a spy network (he calls it 'gossip club'). And what better gossip than what Zhuzhi-Lang brings him from the sect! While Shen Qingqiu and the others work their way up to peak lords, Zhuzhi-Lang makes it to head disciple instead of Ming Fan (he's just barely categorized as next gen compared to the Qin lords, due to how long it takes him to get the hang of human cultivation as opposed to demonic power) and passes all the juicy bits to Tianlang-Jun. And what juicy bits they are! He could write a romantic tragedy about QiJiu from all the details Zhuzhi-Lang overheard and/or strongarmed Shang Qinghua into telling once Mobei-Jun accidentally let it slip that Shang Qinghua might be something of a seer.

Actually, not just could, he does. Names and identifying details are tastefully changed - and he does a somewhat better job of it than Mingyan, so it's not immediately traced back to Shen Qingqiu and Yue Qingyuan. Partially because unlike The Regret of Chunshan, Tianlang-Jun's chosen medium is prose, so it doesn't catch on that quickly.

He can't help himself tho, it is still a yellow book, so there is a lot of added spice to that tragedy that decidedly did not happen and Shen Qingqiu will hound him about when he finally hears about it - lucky thing that Shen Qingqiu doesn't find out until after Tianlang-Jun decides he wants a happy end and starts meddling to make them reconcile/get together. Zhuzhi-Lang is happy that his uncle is busy trying to set Shen Qingqiu and Yue Qingyuan up because it means Tianlang-Jun doesn't realize that Zhuzhi-Lang started dating Mu Qingfang somewhere along the way. Luo Binghe grows up happy and spoiled rotten by his father, his Zhuzhu gege and several uncles, including Mobei-Jun.

Linguang-Jun eventually notices that his nephew keeps disappearing to the human world (to babysit Luo Binghe, mostly, but he still often sleeps in Shang Qinghua's room) and comes to investigate, only to be fully drawn into all the matchmaking shenanigans and maybe get surprise wifebeamed by Tianlang-Jun. Tianlang-Jun might cause a ceasefire between Linguang-Jun and Mobei-Jun by accident because the relationship between Tianlang-Jun and Zhuzhi-Lang makes Linguang-Jun reconsider his hate towards Mobei-Jun. He still doesn't approve of Mobei-Jun marrying Shang Qinghua though! Seriously Mobei, at least pick a bride who notices when he's being courted!

Liu Qingge shows up at one point, probably, trying to investigate what's going on with those four suddenly becoming like peas in a pod. Idk what he would achieve other than get underfoot, but he tries his best. Tianlang-Jun might dupe him into becoming his sparring partner, by pretending to be "Luo Tianlu, absolutely legit rogue cultivator who retired into a secular life and settled down as a young master with his two sons". Shang Qinghua finds it funny, so he helps Tianlang-Jun forge evidence for his fake identity.

Binge's gay awakening is one day realizing that the annoying shishu who likes sparring shirtless with his dad is really hot actually. He still ends up on Qing Jing Peak because Tianlang-Jun would cry if his son didn't become at least somewhat aware of arts, and he doesn't want to disappoint his dad. But the Endless Abyss arc is basically just a big Training Montage of Luo Binghe trying to become a worthy challenger to court Liu Qingge. When he finds Xin Mo he leaves it the fuck alone because the adults have taught him not to touch obviously evil swords whispering questionable promises. Besides, he can ask Mobei-shushu to teleport him home - or airdrop a very protective and ridiculously overpowered Tianlang-Jun in - any time he's in actual danger. It's a little bit embarrassing, but Shang Qinghua taught him that surviving is worth a little embarrassment, and he should know, right?

Airplane gets to watch the disaster of a setting he wrote spin towards multiple happy endings instead of tragedy, to the tune of a song about a spoiled young lord, because it was Shen Qingqiu and the others who set things in motion and it fried his System.

He likes it better this way.

#svsss #shen qingqiu #tianlang jun #zhuzhi lang #yue qingyuan #shang qinghua #mobei jun #I sat down to get some thoughts out of my head and this thing fell out #it's rough as shit and at best works as an outline #I'm putting this out here in case anyone feels inspired by any bit of it #I might eventually write it myself once I finish my current projects and find the energy #maybe #hopefully? #tc writes

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This is dedicated to the absolutely beautiful hooman bean @basketobread 💕 They are truly one of the best people I've EVER met and has such a kind, wonderful heart!!! Furthermore, all of their artworks are literal ✨️MASTERPIECES✨️ They and their works are a constant source of joy for me and I just got inspired to write this very short, very simple fic of my BG3 Tav and their much beloved character Lunara meeting 🥰 It's not much, but I hope y'all like it and I hope even more that I did Lunara's amazing character justice! This is also my first time writing my Tav in a story format so it's great practice and an opportunity to flesh her out more before I post my fic of her and Astarion :)

More about my Tav here + this is the song she's singing in this story (and fun fact: I headcanon the singer to be my Tav's voiceclaim!) ❤️

Fic is under the cut and thanks sooo much for reading!! \(^o^)/

Darkness consumed the drow cleric's entire visage. A darkness that reminded her of her past in the Underdark; a waking nightmare she miraculously escaped, forging a path of her own, under the light and guidance of her Lady of Silver.

But this time, she feared that this smothering darkness would be...permanent. She could feel herself blinking, yet only blackest black and the stinging prick of her tears greeted her. She felt the ground beneath her and she doesn't think she broke any bones--or so she hopes--but she couldn't move. There was a looming heaviness in her chest and ice gripping at her heart.

Is she...dying? Eyes fluttering shut, she's resigned to her paralysis, but has not given up hope.

Because fuck that, she's most definitely not a quitter.

"M-My Lady of S-Silver..." She murmured, weak in physique but ever strong in her faith. "P-Please watch o-over me, h-help me overcome..."

She hasn't the faintest clue how long she stayed like that, strengthening herself in prayer, though eventually her ears perked up at the sound of...footsteps?

Something--or, rather, someone--sat next to her. She heard some shuffling then the soft strum of a lyre being played and a beautiful, soothing voice reverberating in her head.

"Flower, gleam and glow

Let your power shine

Make the clock reverse

Bring back what once was mine"

As the mystery songstress continued, she could feel power coursing through her veins, slowly but surely. She blinked once more and faint spots of light danced amidst the shadows.

"Heal what has been hurt

Change the Fates' design

Save what has been lost

Bring back what once was mine

What once was mine"

She felt her fingers twitching, toes wiggling; and, like a flower blossoming, she rose. She let out a sharp gasp as she sat up, chest still heavy but not as excruciating as it was before.

She's alive.

She blinked rapidly, perfect vision returning. She had hardly a moment to gather her bearings when someone's voice rang excitedly.

"Holy hells! I'm so glad you weren't, like, completely dead! Good thing I saw you just in time!"

Her gaze landed on the young woman before her. A half-drow with a smile as bright as the sun and mismatched eyes (one, she noticed, being a rather unusual blood red with a prominent scar across it). She was pretty--ahem, very pretty, might she add--but looked worse for wear. Something she was sure she looked, too.

Before either of them could say anything else, a migraine hit them both like a spiked club. They both cradled their heads in their hands, fragments of a hellish nautiloid swirling in their minds, waiting for the pain to pass and their eyes meeting in recognition.

When it finally did, the stranger piped up once more.

"Oh, wow, we're parasite pals!"

Despite the situation of it all, she laughed. A welcoming warmth radiated from the strange stranger, enveloping her and easing the tension of all of today's utter bullshit. From being kidnapped by godsdamned Mind Flayers to being infected by a disgusting parasite, she laughed and felt comforted that, at the very least, she was not alone.

"Indeed we are!" She grinned before holding her hand out. "Thank you so, so much for saving me! My name is Lunara and you are..?"

The stranger beamed, shaking Lunara's hand and her other hand making a theatrical waving gesture. "Mon'sun, at your service, fair maiden! Perhaps you've heard of me, perhaps not. The tale of my titillating life is still being written, you see~"

'Ehe. TIT-illating.' Lunara thought to herself, letting out a small chuckle before clearing her throat. She was a toootally mature adult, after all.

"Well, Mon'sun, Selûne's blessings upon you!" Lunara did a half bow, mimicking Mon'sun's theatrics which Mon'sun definitely approved of. "Besides your incredibly kind and gracious act of saving me, I'm positive my Lady of Silver led you here for a reason. What say you we band together and find a cure for this parasite?"

"Oho, asking to team up so fast? I would say take me out to dinner first, but I'm pretty easy sooo..." She joked, making a show of thinking before gasping dramatically, pretending to cry tears of joy. "Yes! A thousand times yes!"

Lunara just as dramatically placed a hand over her heart, sniffling. "Thank you! I promise to make you a happy woman!"

As they both stood up chattering and laughing away, preparing for the thrill of adventure ahead, Lunara noticed she was missing her coin pouch.

"Have you seen my coin pouch? I could've sworn I had it tied tightly around my waist, so there's no way it could've fallen off after the nautiloid crash." Lunara questioned as her purple eyes darted around their surroundings, ash and smoke rising from all the debris.

"Perhaps it burned away from the flames of the crash." Mon'sun replied smoothly, helping Lunara seek for her humble riches.

(Pssst, Mon'sun is lying and has Lunara's pouch in her pack, but she rolled a Nat 20 on ✨️deception✨️ sooo...)

"Well, nevermind then!" Lunara shrugged, smiling. "I'm sure our Lady of Silver will grant us great blessings for our journey. In fact, she has already bestowed upon me a most wonderful blessing in the form of a kind, trustworthy new friend!"

Narrator: *As the two drow kin embark on their perilous quest to free themselves of their parasites, a haunting voice echoes deep within the recesses of Mon'sun's mind; her own parasite. One of a different, godly breed taunting her--tormenting her.*

"Do you wish to find comfort in the presence of another inferior god, spiderling?" Lolth cackled, cruel music flooding Mon'sun's ears, vicious mockery only she can hear. "Such foolishness will only bring about disappointment...much like your new companion. But I am here, spiderling. Always watching. It is only a matter of TIME for you to bathe in her blood."

Mon'sun abruptly stopped in her tracks, shutting her eyes tight, nails digging into the palms of her hands that nearly drew blood as she willed the spider goddess to not so kindly fuck off. She was used to this by now, the lure of Lolth's appalling temptations always merciless, sickening, and...gratifying.

But no. She will never ever give in. Absolutely fucking NOT!

"Are you alright, Mon'sun?"

Mon'sun's eyes snapped open, sweat beading down her temple and wide, frantic eyes landing on Lunara, a few feet in front of her staring at her in concern.

"...I forgot!" A beat too late, a beat too nervous. But thankfully, Lunara didn't seem to notice it, only watching in curiousity as Mon'sun rummaged through her pack that was literally ripping off the seams.

Mon'sun then procured a small purple pouch, smiling sheepishly as she handed it to Lunara.

"Apologies, friend. I stole picked this up earlier and just remembered it now. This must be yours, yes?"

Lunara caught Mon'sun completely off guard when she launched herself at the other girl, wrapping her arms around Mon'sun.

"Oh, our Lady of Silver truly blesses me! Thank you, friend, your kindness knows no bounds!" Lunara giggled.

Mon'sun was still for a few moments before returning the embrace, laying her head against Lunara's chest. Her bardic ear listened close, the faint thrum of Lunara's heartbeat--as lovely as its owner--lulling her to a wonderful sense of security.

No matter how temporary.

#Baldur's Gate 3 #BG3 #Gifts for Bob #Lunara Posting #Mon'sun

[pocarinapyon]

Jealousy-Jealousy: A New Banner version A1 (Albedo, Childe, Venti, Zhongli)

The Wanderer's banner is just around the corner and the excited you couldn't help but rave about how cool he is. Naturally, you pre-farmed his materials and even spent moolah for a five-star weapon, claiming Scaramouche - now The Wanderer - deserves only the best of best (Meaning: four star weapons and artifacts are not allowed!! And let's not get started on the artifact stats! 😡).

Inside the world of Genshin, your bond ten boys couldn't help but feel jealous. The flames of jealousy fueled further when you used them to grind for Scaramouche's items. How sickening was it to think that they have become stepping stones of your new favourite character?

The boys decided. When they materialize in your world, they will make sure to mark you and to indulge in their sinful fantasies of you. You are theirs and only theirs, after all. But they need to be oh-so-careful not to wake you up...because when you do, they will be pulled back into Teyvat immediately. 🥲

Contents include [a brief scene introduction], [the actual chilis], and [after you wake up].

Starring : Albedo, Childe, Venti, Zhongli (Separate)

Tags / Warnings : 🌶️🌶️ [Chilis] Seggs; Scattered cuss words; Implied rape; Petnames (if it bothers you); Somnophilia; Creampie; Desire to impregnate; The boys being possessive; Oral sex (receiver: Venti, you); Fingering; Masturbating (Venti, you, Albedo); The old men making you masturbate about them, lol!; Childe is hesitant at first 😅; Childe almost got pulled back into Teyvat from being too rough on you; Zhongli losing his composure and fucking you in your dreams 👀⁉️; I might have given Zhongli a non-canonical ability; Zhongli's scene is the only one where you are actively responsive so there are many lines; Exhibitionism...sort of (Zhongli); Uncharacteristic Zhongli; Zhongli asking to be called Morax; A bit rushed on the last two scenes; Albedo's first orgasm; Albedo feeding you a potion and cum; Uncharacteristic Albedo; Kisses!; Schediaphilia, of course; etc.; 👑/🖥️ [SAGAU/(Reverse) Isekai]; Based on the SAGAU/Reverse Isekai concept linked below but with chilis...in this case, you are not aware the boys can materialize in your room when you are asleep;

In addition to above, I don't have anyone to beta this so there might be some minor typos and/or grammatical errors..... Minor, hopefully.

Future Plan : Version A2 Albedo, Childe, Venti, Zhongli (GangB.)

Links : Pinned Post, SAGAU/Reverse Isekai concept, Venti requesting to make a smut fic about him

Target audience is female (bodied) reader.

To whoever is reading, please enjoy.

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!! Venti

Venti smiled at you gently as he strummed the strings of his lyre. His demeanour may look calm on the outside but malicious ideas stormed on the inside. As he watched you sleeping soundly, all he could think about was this moment might be his last. After all, he knew you would immediately use The Wanderer the moment you pull him.

Venti regretted all the times he spent merely watching you. Had he not been meek, in fear of waking you up, he could have felt your body more. Tonight, he was determined things would be different. He would take advantage of your vulnerable form and ravish you to his heart's content. And if you ever start to wake up, he would lull you to back sleep.

Your lips had always captivated Venti. Whenever you played Genshin Impact and smiled at him, claiming his was contagious, he was secretly filled with gladness. And your voice. No bard or songstress could ever compare to your angelic voice. No, not even himself. A simple hum from you could soothe even the most broken of souls.

A broken soul such as himself.

Venti made his way towards you, sitting on your pillow to inspect you closer. A cheeky smile flashed his lips. He had always loved your scent but now, it drove him to lust over you.

"Ehe~ [your name], you are so fragrant. Did you prepare yourself just for me?"

He lovingly caressed your hair as he made his way to remove his lower garments using his vacant hand. Finally, he freed his erected cock from its restraints and slowly, he pumped his shaft up and down to coat his erection with pre-cum.

"Ah, look, my angel! I'm so hard for you right now," Venti chortled in a hushed volume. He slid his hand from your hair to your cheeks while pleasuring himself. "Do you want to have a taste?"

Venti carefully parted your lips and inched himself closer to your entrance. Soon as the tip of his erection touched your lips, excitement coursed through his body, making him chuckle and shudder. He then pushed his way past your delicate lips, relishing the way your teeth grazed his eager cock.

His manhood started to violate your mouth in a leisurely pace, as if following a rhythm in swaying his hips back and forth. But such a laggard pace couldn't satisfy him forever. Soon, his sluggish speed gained haste until he was biting his lips in pleasure.

"My muse, your mouth looks so pretty stuffed with my cock~!" Venti, enjoying your small wet cavern to please himself, stuggled to choke out.

Venti lost himself and used your mouth like a rabbit in heat, moaning your name loudly as if performing a song of praise dedicated to you.

"C - close...! My muse, I am so close...!" was all Venti could grunt before sheathing himself fully and releasing deep down your throat.

Cumming inside felt out of this world. And the thought of doing such an immoral act to you in secret added to the euphoric sensation Venti felt.

But then he realized he might have done something he shouldn't have. He immediately unobstructed your mouth and hurriedly glanced at you to check if he disturbed your slumber. To his delightful surprise, you remained sound asleep. And to add to his satisfaction, with his trained ears, he started to hear you moan.

You liked it.

In light touches, he trailed his fingers on your lips, down to your neck; your chest; your tummy; until finally he reached the delicate flower between your legs.

"How naughty! You're so wet for me, my pretty flower," Venti commented while pressing two fingers against the moist fabric covering your crotch. "It's unfair if I'm the only one who gets to enjoy this, right?"

Moving the offending cloth aside, Venti gave your sensitive clit a hard press of his thumb before placing two fingers inside your weeping hole. He then motioned his fingers in and out of your warmth. Love juice sloshed out of your defenseless pussy as he continued his profane violation. The more Venti moved his fingers, the more he was blessed with your sweet honey and erotic sound. Sadly, he could only hear so much as hushed sighs and whimpers.

"My muse, if only I could hear more of your angelic voice," in a wishful tone, hoping to have you screaming his name, Venti sighed as he removed himself inside of you and licked the cream off his fingers. "Ah! You taste better than wine!"

With a devilish smile, Venti positioned himself between your legs. He gave your womanhood a whiff and took the chance to lick the love juice glistening your slit before peering at your sleeping face.

"I'd like to have more, please!" Venti excitedly exclaimed before slurping your honey like a man parched for days.

Dazed. You knew you were awake but all your mind thought of was the almost realistic dream you had. Your lonely womanhood ached and yearned for Venti to fuck you.

Venti, the Anemo Archon of Mondstadt in the game called Genshin Impact.

Venti, your bond ten crowd control cutie.

Venti, a fictional character.

You sighed, glancing at the bard doing his idle animation behind the screen. After strumming his lyre, he returned your gaze with beautiful doe eyes and a charming smile.

"Why am I so horny today...?" with a click of your tongue you complained yet your body instinctively removed your lower garments. "This is your fault, Venti," you accused playfully.

Without much care, you began to touch yourself, unintentionally moaning Venti's name, as you stared at his innocent smile - not knowing he, too, could see you behind the screen.

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!! Childe

A challenge. Fucking you rough without waking you up was a challenge Childe eagerly wanted to accomplish. Will his kiss wake you? How hard can he bite your neck and nipples? What will happen if he cums deep inside your pussy? While his mind raced with lascivious thoughts, he suddenly found himself beside you in bed. Watching how serene you looked made him think twice.

"You know, this isn't how I wanted to make love with you," tracing the features of your face, Childe whispered laced with guilt.

Yes, he felt ashamed as he knew this was immoral. In his mind, sex was supposed to be consensual. It was an act of expressing your passion towards your partner. It was something lovers should do together - meaning both of you should be awake.

"But I don't really have a choice, do I? Because we can't touch each other when you're awake. That's why I needed to do this," Childe justified before giving your lips a modest peck.

He scooted towards you and engulfed you in a warm embrace. Like a loving husband, holding you in his arms was something he had done multiple times. Tonight, he would do more than a mere hug.

But should he really do this?

Yes.

Childe gently placed his hand on your cheek and steered your head towards his. He gave you a sweet kiss before biting your lower lip to test the waters. Seeing you still in dreamland encouraged him to indulge in a wet passionate kiss. He licked your lips and pushed his way inside your mouth to explore your small cavern, lustfully moaning as he felt blood rushing down his crotch.

After thoroughly exploring your mouth, he went lower and suckled the flesh of your exposed neck, eliciting a soft whimper from you. Childe's eyes dilated in surprise. Knowing your body felt pleasure despite in slumber made his cock harder. Thus, he littered your neck and shoulder with nips, licks, and open mouth kisses while his hands roamed to caress your sides and touch your breasts.

Going lower, he squeezed your lady lumps and kneaded them in his hands. Your nipples were already erected. With his fingers he began to pinch and pull your sensitive nub, earning him another lewd sound from you.

Childe couldn't take it anymore. His pants were getting too tight around him. He decided to discard his and your clothing and went between your legs to coat his now free cock with your slick. Another whimper escaped your lips, prompting Childe to insert the tip of his manhood inside of you.

Archons, just the tip gave him much ecstasy! What more if he pushed himself all the way inside your wet and tight little pussy? The excitement urged Childe to ram himself in a swift push until he was bottomed out, making your velvet walls squeeze around his cock. The feeling of you choking him drove him wild and with you still asleep, he assumed he could continue.

He motioned his hips at a moderate pace. Your accommodating womanhood just felt too good that he wanted to last longer. As he kept violating your exposed pussy, he noticed you getting tighter around him. It challenged him to make you cum first before he does so he rocked his hips faster, rubbing his cock in and out of you to massage your lewd warmth. He then bottomed out and while his erection was deep inside, he motioned himself to loosen your gummy walls.

Childe's continuous assault on your poor body finally made you cum. But he couldn't care about winning his one-sided challenge as he was focused on reaching his own high. His cock went in and out of you at an animalistic pace that he could feel Teyvat pulling him back from your world, a sign that you were about to wake up.

"Ah...! Fuck, not yet, sweetie! I want to finish inside you!" Childe gritted as he continued to fuck you rough.

"Nnh...Childe...," you groggily responded along with soft moans.

"Yeah, you want this, yeah? You want my cum? Do you want me to cum inside you and have my baby?" Childe, lost in pleasure, incoherently babbled yet all he received in return were sleepy moans.

You were half asleep and he was going to dematerialize. He felt it. The only thing keeping him in your world was his determination to fill your womb with his seeds.

Just a little more. Just a little bit more.

"FUCK!! [Your name], take it!" Childe exclaimed as he spilled his cum deep inside your hole, making your wanton pussy reciprocate and cum as well.

The first thing you felt the moment you woke up was soreness all over. When you tried to feel yourself, you realized something was amiss. Was the dream you had about Childe pistoning your pussy real? Of course it wasn't. How would your bond ten Genshin hubby fuck you in real life? Nevertheless, you quickly sprang up from bed and dashed to inspect yourself in the mirror. Horror washed over your face as you found yourself littered with hickeys and love marks.

Did someone break into your room? But the door was locked and surely the perpetrator couldn't use the windows.

Was this because of the wet dream you had? That would explain why your pussy leaked but it couldn't explain why you had marks all over.

Did a supernatural being fuck you? No. Just no.

So what...happened to you?

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!! Zhongli

Eyes closed and arms folded, Zhongli couldn't decide how to make you his. He wanted to ravish you until you were marked with his love. But after you wake up, what will happen to the both of you?

And that was the biggest obstacle at hand - he couldn't risk waking you up.

Zhongli had many tricks up his sleeve, one of which was to enter your consciousness so he could frolic and take control as he pleases. Another one was to shift into his Draconian form - something he should save for later. For now, Zhongli thus entered your consciousness to find you dreaming about having an afternoon break in your favourite diner / cafe. Walking past the faceless people, the ex Archon approached you as you began to take bites of your favourite dish.

"Good day to you, my dear [your name]. It is truly pleasant to see you here," Zhongli politely greeted.

"Hello, Mister Zhongli!" you responded, albeit in a dream. "Do you want to join me eat?"

"Of course, that would be lovely," Zhongli smiled as he took the seat in front of you.

Zhongli was a strategic man, allowing you to indulge in your meal while he learned more of your preferences, and enjoying each other's company to ensure your bond with him was strong. He was strategic yet his draconic instincts made him impatient. He itched to pin you on the table then and there to fuck you from behind.

Not now, thus he restrained himself.

"My dear, are you content with your meal?"

"Hm? Yes, I am!" you replied and proceeded to gush how the food and the place became your favourite.

Zhongli only smiled at you with eyes clouded in mischief and darkness. After you have finished your speech, he stood up, earning him a question look from you. The handsome man then hoisted you up and wordlessly tore your clothes, exposing your body for everyone in the shop to see.

"W - what...?! Zhongli?!!" you exclaimed in embarrassment, shielding your delicate parts with your hands from watchful eyes.

"Apologies, my dear. It is mandatory for me to let everyone know to whom you belong to," Zhongli declared, gripping your hands away to observe your gorgeous body. His eyes glowed golden as your beauty made the blood rushed in his cock.

With ease, Zhongli flipped you so your back was leaning on his toned chest, your hands still in his strong grasp. Everyone in the store can surely see your naked body and try as you might, you could not protect yourself. Your captor then took a whiff on your neck, sensing lust from you.

"My dear, you must be honest with your body. Do you truly wish me to stop?" Zhongli questioned before nibbling on your neck and shoulders.

"Not here, please...! Zhongli, everyone is watching," you begged, whimpering from being exposed.

"Of course. The people of Liyue should know who their Archon chooses to mate, no?" Zhongli reasoned as he bent your body forward, making you believe you were indeed in the Land of Contracts.

"Wait, wait! Zhongli - !"

"Morax," was all Zhongli said before pushing his draconic penis inside your unprepared pussy.

"Oh - oh my gosh!"

Your eyes rolled back as Zhongli filled your hole halfway his erected cock. You then felt his rather calloused hands grip your hips only to realize it wasn't callous but rather scales.

Zhongli pressed himself deeper until his cock kissed the entrance of your cervix, making you hiss in pain and pleasure. He then began to thrust his hips back and forth to loosen your tight gummy walls.

"A - ah...! Big...! Too big! Lord Morax, please, have mercy...!"

"Oh? But you are taking me in so well."

The people began to crowd to watch your live show, praising how their Archon's chosen wife looked glorious. They even cheered as the Archon began to speed up his pistoning while you began to drool in ecstasy.

"My dear, even your subjects could see how much you love this."

And it was true. Zhongli's monster cock surprisingly felt good splitting you apart.

With Zhongli's incredible strength, he changed your position and lifted your body up to clip your legs so it hanged beside your head. Your stretched leaking cunt abused by Zhongli's gigantic cock was displayed so everyone could see the beauty of their Archon's lovemaking.

"Now, my love," Zhongli calmly said eventhough he was pumping you so much. "Let everyone in Liyue witness as I fill you with my seeds."

With that, Zhongli pulled your body down to push his cock deeper into you. He gritted his teeth as the knot of his cock entered your sloppy cunt, making you feel fuller than ever. He then spurted generous amount of cum inside you, making your eyes roll back and your tongue loll out. Zhongli made sure no seeds of his would be wasted.

After a few minutes of ensuring his seeds stayed inside, Zhongli lifted you up to unplug his knot. Your heaving ceased as finally, you could relax.

"My dear, surely you don't think we're already finished?"

"Morax...more, please...," you cried weakly.

It slowly dawned on you that the delicious sex you had with the Geo Archon was just a dream. Albeit refusing to wake, you forced yourself to open your eyes and turned your head to look at Genshin Impact where Zhongli reminisced about Osmanthus wine. You chuckled and shook your head.

What the fuck were you thinking?

"Mister Zhongli, you're a sexy man, aren't you?" you remarked, watching Zhongli slowly face the screen after his idle animation. "I wonder how it feels to have your draconic cock inside of me...?" you fantasized as your hands made its way to rub your wet pussy, forcing Zhongli to watch but unable to react.

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!! Albedo

Albedo was curious. Of course, initially, he was devastated to think he would one day be replaced with someone else. It was inevitable as new characters were continuously added in the roster. But the selfish idea of keeping you as his own led his thoughts to wander deeper into depravity. What would happen if he acted on his libido? How would kissing you feel like? Were you sensitive? Which areas should he mark? If given the chance, would you like to touch him too? These were some of the questions he wished to know.

Albedo got lost in his thoughts that he soon realized time was of the essence. Instead of fantasizing, he should be acting on his desires. So he took out a small vial containing pink liquid from his pocket and carefully fed you the formula.

How will your slumbering body react?

Albedo then began his experiment on your helpless form. First, he grazed his fingers on your inner thighs. He noticed your body shiver ever so slightly to which he smiled. His touch then traveled to your hips, and finally found their way to caress your serene face.

"You truly are lovely, my princess," Albedo remarked.

He inched his face closer to inspect your features. Unknowingly, captivated by you, he pressed his lips against yours, staying still to bask in the peculiar tingly sensation he felt.

Perhaps this was the true meaning of love?

He then made his way to caress your body to which you reacted by shifting towards his touch.

"Fascinating. Do you want me to touch you here, my love?" Albedo asked as he rested his hand on your waist and drew small circles using his thumb.

Of course you wouldn't respond, yet he did not mind and instead smiled at you lovingly.

"My love, do you long for me as much as I long for you?"

He slid his hand down your warmth to gauge how wet you've become. Indeed you were wet despite Albedo's mild foreplay.

All thanks to the aphrodisiac he fed you.

He was glad the potion had no negative effects. He continued to explore your body while imagining all lascivious things he would do to you in the future.

In the future because he would not penetrate you today. Today was intended only for testing the effects of his mixture. Whatever fantasies he had should be put in the backlog as he should focus on his experiment. However, his hard genital trapped in tight garments had other plans. It had been hard for a while now, and it wanted to squeeze itself inside your warm velvet walls.

"My love, forgive me," Albedo apologetically said as he freed his eager cock leaking pre-cum. "You are truly hard to resist."

He the began to coat himself with his own lubricant before pumping his shaft eagerly. Who knew touching one's self was pleasurable?

The smell of sex wafted in the air as his hands tightened his hold. He envisioned your legs clipped on his shoulders while he thusted his manhood in and out of your sopping hole; your beautiful eyes teary from overstimulation; your voice hoarse from moaning and screaming.

Your voice.

His hands slowled down in speed to focus his ears on you. He might be wrong but he swore he heard you moaning softly in your sleep. What triggered this reaction? Whatever it was, he knew it wasn't his touch as he was busy pleasuring himself.

"Oh, princess. Do you take pleasure in knowing I long for you?" Albedo rhetorically asked. "Ah...! [Your name]...! My dear princess, I want to cum...!"

Close. Albedo eagerly squeezed his cock and felt his orgasm fast approaching, fueled by the vivid visuals of your body along with your lustful hums.

"A - ah...!" in one final pump, Albedo stiffled, unable to control himself and accidentally shooting his load on your face.

Albedo heaved as he tried to recover from his high. It was his first orgasm. Now seeing your beautiful face painted with his cum might make him ejaculate a second time. How he wanted to freeze time so he could cum on your face again and again.

But he was performing an experiment and this behaviour of his, distracted and unperceptive, was unfitting for a researcher. His failure to notice you squeezing your thighs and breathing heavily costed him to lose valuable data.

So what?

For a humonculus, Albedo found he was capable of cumming. He also found it was enough stimulation for him to watch you sleeping. It was even today that he learned the pleasure of touching one's self. In a way, this experiment bore fruit.

Despite the debate going on inside Albedo's mind, as if sentient on its own, his body moved to lick the white substance on your face. So this was what his cum tasted like?And instead of swallowing, he opened your mouth and shared his flavour with you in a sloppy kiss.

"Good girl," Albedo cooed.

Perhaps feeding you cum was another one of his newfound fetish.

Choosing depravity upon waking up was not new to you. However, choosing Albedo as the target of your early morning horny thoughts was a first. You took a peek at your game to see Albedo peering back at you with his lovely teal eyes.

"Good morning, Albedo," you said to which Albedo took his clipboard and began to doodle.

You chuckled to yourself. Were you seriously going to lewd the stoic Chief Alchemist?

No.

Is what you said but when you looked at Albedo, all you could think about was how you wanted him inside your pussy.

It couldn't be helped.

With Albedo in mind, you closed your eyes, spread your legs and began to tease your clit. The moment you peered at him, jolts of pleasure coursed through your body making you cum immediately.

"Ah - Albedo, shit...!" you squealed as your orgasm crashed down on you.

Well, that was quick. How horny were you exactly?

You sighed, coming down from your high. Who would have thought using Albedo as shlick material was effective? Meanwhile, behind the screen, Albedo wished you put on a longer show.

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Hello, it has been a while, hasn't it? I don't have my own PC with me so I'm writing via mobile. I must say it's quite difficult. 😅

And this thing right here was supposed to be BEFORE The Wanderer's banner. But... Poof!

I believe this is my first time writing smut for the balladeer (Not Scaramouche. Venti - because he claims he sings ballads thus he should be the rightful owner of the title "Balladeer"). Congratulations, Venti, you now have your own smut from me! 🤩

So why did I write for these four men? It's because they are my usual line-up! Although sometimes I use Kazuha instead of Venti.

Anyway.

To whoever read this, thank you for your time. Here, have some ripe apple. 🍎

Links : Pinned Post, SAGAU/Reverse Isekai concept, Venti requesting to make a smut fic about him

** Correction on Venti's header. I accidentally removed "!! V" from "!! Venti".

So... I tried to update this using Tumblr app but the spacing were removed!? 👀😡! So here I am, updating it via Android Google Chrome. 🥲 Sorry for the inconvenience.

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin smut #genshin sagau #genshin isekai #Genshin reverse isekai #genshin albedo #genshin childe #genshin venti #genshin zhongli #Genshin albedo smut #Genshin childe smut #genshin venti smut #genshin zhongli smut

[caplanbuckybarnes]

For those of you that are interested, I’ve been updating this long overdue fic featuring Songstress reader & mafia lord Bucky….I would appreciate feedback and concrit.

I am no longer updating any Fics on tumblr nor am I posting anything on this website either, and will continue to only post on ao3. I have been saying for months that I am deleting this blog but I’ve decided to keep it up until further notice.

I may or may not cross post everything to FFN.

EVERYTHING TAGS: @writerwrites @palaiasaurus64 @notyourtypicalrose @hermesmaximoff @mariekoukie6661 @kjs-s @mistressofallthingsgeeky y @fandomstuffff @km-ffluv @hallecarey1

BUCKY BARNES: @amoonagedaydreamer @blackcoffeeandgreenteaforme @white-wolf1940 @whatrambles @libbymouse @lxdyred @stuckybarton @leyannrae @themorningsunshine @rebel-stardust @girl-next-door-writes @its-daydreamer23 @fangirlanotherjust @miticasupervio @marvel-is-my-life-blog @amoonagedaydreamer @the-wayward-robot @blackcoffeeandgreenteaforme @mr-robot-x @sxbby-barnes @titty-teetee @leyannrae @themorningsunshine @buckys-little-hoe

MARVEL TAGS: @dumblani @chris-evans-indian-fanfic @thoughtsofdarc @smokeandnailz @buckys-little-hoe @shakespeareanqueer @lxdyred @amelia-song-pond @pono-pura-vida @micheleamidalajedi @thegeekybibliophile @rebel-stardust @girl-next-door-writes @averyrogers83 @titty-teetee

#marvel #sebastian stan #chris evans #caplan speaks #bucky barnes #Steve rogers #Bucky x reader

[your-favorite-god]

but what if

A bnha various fic where the reader is 19, graduated early from an online highschool, now working as a lounge singer all across Japan all while having an elemental based quirk that's typical "hero quirk" and one of the pro heros try to hire her as a teaching assistant and shawty bae says a solid,

✨no ty✨

And the story is following the plot of bnha all in the perspective of this poor songstress trying to get the bag.

OR!

Information dealer/ gun for hire reader who is a contractor for the us government, very morally grey, being called in to assist the BAU in lets say season 2 onwards. Having an epic love story with a Spencer Reid, touches of angst with Maeve, yandere cat adams for Spence and reader who talks to cat like theyre besties before she yoinks Spencer's mom. (reader visits Spencer's mom twice a month every month, she met her when she was visiting her grandmother and Spencer's mom talks about reader before she joins the BAU)

#yandere bnha #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #headcanon #x reader series #various x reader #spencer reid angst #spencer reid imagine #bnha villains x reader #class 1a #Bnha various x reader

[levitatingbiscuits]

my favorite leia fics <3

time and time and time again by gigglesandfreckles

live a long life by blackkat

things the way we want them to be by virdant

Sibling Revelry by frodogenic

the last princess of alderaan by songstress

Restitution by raebeme

Of Queens, Knights, and Pawns by chancecraz

which grows higher than soul can hope by victoria_p

may you inherit his light by notbecauseofvictories

no one can stop me, not even gravity or nasa by magneticwave

#leia organa #fic rec

[autumnslance]

(@driftward) Oh, let's see, one per inbox item defeated per blog, correct? Of course I'm correct. Gimme dat Little Brother Thing; self-indulgent on my part going to ask after The Effects of Wine (Y'shtola); It Ends Where It Begins sounds ~interesting~; Hilda Ideas, for both me and a friend; X'rhun and F'lhamin (eyebrows eyebrows eyebrows); and a bonus just out of sheer curiosity, Biot's Antecedent Musings

Good job defeating the inbox boss. Why were you awake at hours only reasonable to me and our local Australian?? Anyway.

Little Brother Thing - Stormblood 4.3. As Alphinaud accompanies Maxima, Aeryn reflects back on key moments in their journey together, and how much he's grown and changed from the arrogant boy she shared a cart with but didn't properly meet until the Remembrance Ceremonies, to the confident young man he is at this point--and how she's still going to worry for him regardless of how capable he is, because that's how it goes.

I should revisit this actually, it's got some good bones. Hrm.

The Effects of Wine - ARR, Company of Heroes chain, Y'shtola POV. After the Feast, Y'shtola and Aeryn rest in a bungalow and have a late evening talk about Aeryn's growing reputation, why the Company did what they did, and how she just ever meant to be a common adventurer to help people--not a primal slaying hero. Aeryn says more here than usual at this point in the story; maybe the wine, maybe the growing trust in her comrade.

I should get around to cleaning it up and posting it somewhere, honestly. It was a noodle-thought from very early on as I was figuring out voices and relationships, but it's not too bad.

It Ends Where It Begins - is a post-5.0 Shadowbringers. Something that the Exarch said in the cliffside convo before Mt Gulg reminded Aeryn of Papalymo's words post-Ultima Weapon (it's a click text when everyone's gathered in the Waking Sands to congratulate you before you turn in the final 2.0 quest in to Minfilia). Given all that happens to WoL in 5.0, and the revelations in general, Aeryn ends up thinking of the words as she looks back on her journey, and ends up in Gridania. And it leads into what then became a seaswolchallenge prompt in 2020, Metamorphosis, where she tells Miounne and Bremondt stories of her adventures.

Hilda Notes - Literally just a list of notes about horny Hilda moments for some reason. There's a draft for a fic of her and a touch-starved Thancred I can check off. Ideas for a cop vs vigilante fic with Sidurgu (maybe something sexy there, maybe not). And an idea for a Hilda solo as she fantasizes about a hot Highland lass met while dealing with Ala Mhigo stuff. It's not even a real fic draft, it's just a list of random ideas written up while apparently hormonal.

X'rhun and F'lhaminn - Oh this is from back in I think Book Club days and a rarepair challenge month. Find a relationship that doesn't already exist on Ao3. Write something. Back then there were no tags joining these characters in any way. I was going to try to write the duelist and songstress in a light friendly adventure of their own, maybe get in some witty flirty banter for the fun of it, but the mystery never quite gelled and so I shelved it. Maybe someday. And add in Nashmeira.

Biot's Antecedent Musings - Discord convo on 12/28/22 where you were having thinky thoughts about Thancred and Minfilia and being the person she confided in about the Echo and I accused you of trying to bait me into writing something about that.

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[spacebarbarianweird]

My Tav is a tiefling, but I rarely see any tiefling!Tav headcanons or fics 😔 would you have any thoughts about what Astarion would think about the whole tail & horns sitch? 🤭 Also, do you think tieflings wag their tails like some animals do when they're excited??

Hi! Sorry for not responding to your last request; I just had no idea what to do with that prompt. I hope this one will compensate!

Thanks, @astariongf, for your insights on Tieflings!

Astarion x Tiefling!Tav Headcanons

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Headcanons

You and Astarion have a lot in common – people perceive both of you as fiends, making them cautious around you.

Your fangs are even sharper than Astarion's, leading to playful biting sessions where he affectionately calls you his "little devil."

Astarion admits that your spicy blood, though burning his throat, is something he rather enjoys.

He can't taste things; even the finest wine tastes like vinegar, and food resembles paper.

But your spicy blood is an exception, offering him a taste that makes him feel alive.

To attract Astarion's attention, you often wrap your tail around his leg like a rope.

You do the same when you are afraid.

Astarion can easily decipher your emotions by simply sensing your grip.

When danger looms, or Astarion is about to do something reckless, your tail catches his ankle, compelling him to stop.

When happy or aroused, you wag your tail like a dog.

It betrays your true feelings; even if you're angry or giving Astarion the silent treatment, it moves uncontrollably when he smiles or speaks sweetly.

Horns are equally fascinating.

Astarion pays special attention to the sensitive skin where bone meets flesh when massaging your horns, another unique feature.

He jokingly crafts "horn-socks" for you.

"Are you aware that horns don't get cold?"

He isn't,

But you find the "horn socks" cute and cozy, leading you to wear them throughout the winter.

The following winter, he crochets an extra-long sleeve for your tail, which you absolutely love wearing. Along with useless "horn-socks".

Despite initial hesitations due to the language's association with pain, you teach Astarion Infernal language.

It's your mother tongue, after all.

And he feels it's ok to torture you with Sylvan Elven. You have a right to make him speak Infernal.

When seeking attention, you softly bump him with your horns.

Your almost claw-like, sharp, and deadly nails are adored by Astarion.

Tieflings, especially those born into human families, face hate and fear, often hearing curses and insults.

Astarion takes a stand against offenders, pulling out his dagger, forcing apologies, and making them kneel before you.

You were embarrassed by a scared man kneeling before you the first time it happened.

However, you can't deny that you like seeing people who hate Tieflings forced to apologize and beg for mercy.

Damn I rather like writing Astarion with custom race \ class Tav. I will be happy to write headcanons with other character options.

My inbox is open for requests so you can ask for specific headcanons, especially, if you feel like your Tav is ignored by the fandom.

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[sotwk]

Not to contribute to the endless pile of asks in your askbox but I suddenly remembered you saying something about a Haradrim oc and I'd live to hear about them! Of course if you don't want to share at this point that's grand, just thought I'd ask :)

@hobbitwrangler You are SUCH the investigative journalist, always digging through Writer's brains for their secrets! <3 It's devious yet thoughtful and fun in a way that I appreciate so much! XD

I really should not overshare ahead of time regarding the Haradrim OCs and headcanon lore I am cooking up, but I can say that there will be some brief hints of them in Part 3 of "Taken", which I am still writing at the moment!

Huh? Why that fic?

The Haradrim, especially as they canonically appear during the War of the Ring and in the Fourth Age, will feature heavily in "Change the Stars", my spin-off sequel to Taken. This multi-chapter Éomer x OC Shieldmaiden fic is in the active plotting stage and although the story picks up immediately where "Taken" ends, it will feature tons of flashbacks that sheds light on the years of history shared by the "Reader" in Taken and Éomer. I mean, he has to love her so deeply for a good reason, right? (I don't really favor insta-love.)

And what do the Haradrim have to do with all that drama? Well, Haradrim OCs will directly affect the fate of our (seemingly) doomed lovers.

My goal is to promote the truth that not all Haradrim were evil men, and some were actually GOOD men striving to do the right thing. I'm happily taking notes and inspiration from other artists and writers who have created works along this same theme, such as @mirra-kan (see their whole blog!), @jane0error (Songstress of the Southern Realms), and @mithrilandvilya (Beauty in Harad). I still have a long way to go with research and development for it, though!

Nonetheless, there are also still bad Haradrim running around post-RotK, so you might be glad to know there will still be some of this type of Éomer energy going on:

Thank you as always for the great ask, Ace Reporter! ;)

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[reikane-enthusiast]

” hibiki , that’s…my name? “ ( not actual dialogue but how it should’ve been written lmao )

Sorry for the varying colors ,, here’s the text.

“ bandages were likely concealed by magic as to not worry him or others , and or so they wouldn’t let him remember. “

“ Though , guess that would be useless as it appears the entire foundation knows? The way I wrote It was super confusing “

“ But kanade was meant to have kept it a secret so that kyoko wouldn’t kill her ass!!! “

“ I think midori gave him a nametag?.. “

“ I feel like she was never supposed to be an amnesiac , and that wakaranai was originally meant to be a full on fantasy au “

“ like , ‘’ The songstress ‘’ ? , this was meant to be like DND. I swear! “

” As the fic went on , it was very visible I was trying to fix my errors but still had absolutely zero idea how to write. “

“ he deserved better. “