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ghoulishlygrey · 1 month

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The New Mrs. Dekarios

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Gale Dekarios x Fem!reader/Tav

18+ MDNI

Tags: weddings, tailor!astarion, bride!reader, oral sex, cunnilingus, wedding fluff, praise kink, soft Gale, sorcerer tav

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The Waterdeep breeze tickled your face and sent your veil from out behind you, gracefully floating on the wind. You had just stepped out from the tower, you were wearing your dream wedding dress. You felt so beautiful, the dress fit you like a glove and accentuated all your best features. You stared down the aisle and your eyes met your fiancé’s. He looked so handsome in his formal wear, a deep purple with golden accents around the sleeve and collar. He was misty-eyed as his gaze fell to you, a deep sigh resonating in his chest as he brought a hand up to swipe at his eyes. Shadowheart and Karlach were already at the end, standing off to the left. They looked wonderful in the outfits you had picked out for them, though Karlach looked a tad uncomfortable to be wearing something so fancy. You were glad to have fixed her internal engine, and were glad to have freed Shadowheart from her toxic faith. They both smiled at you from across the venue, sharing the same sentiments. Alfira and some hired bards play a lovely tune in the corner, waiting for the bride, you, to show up.

Lae’zel sat in the audience, not wanting to take place in such an event, she even used the word *istik* when asked about it. But she was here nonetheless, and that you were grateful for. Astarion unfortunately couldn’t be there, as your wedding took place during the day, albeit sunset. “I’ll show up to the reception, darling.” He assured you, putting another pin in your, at the time, too-big dress. Astarion had tailored it for you, his own little contribution to your big day and his own special way of being there for you. Withers stood in the middle of everyone, big book in hand and a blank expression on his decaying face. Classic. The teiflings you had slain the goblin leaders for made up the bulk of the audience, along with the remaining companions you picked up along the way. Wyll stood next to Gale, as he was presented with the honor of being best man. Tara, Gale’s tressym, sat on a pillow next to Wyll, two rings tied with twine around her collar.

As you began to walk down the aisle, you thought about every event that led up to this moment. What if you had never been abducted? What if you had never walked past his malfunctioning portal? You would never know, and would never want to find out. After everything you had endured, it seemed to be all worth it in the end. Worth it for this moment.

You finally reach the end of the aisle, handing off your bouquet to Karlach. It was composed of night orchids, a beautiful gift from Shadowheart that you just had to incorporate in your big day. She was one of your best friends, after all.

Gale takes your now free hands in his, fingers running over your knuckles. “You’re stunning.” He rasps, a familiar tone to his voice that stirs something within you.

“Thank you,” You reply, moving your hands to interlock your fingers with his, “You look very handsome.” And you meant it. You had never seen him wear something so extravagant and sophisticated, used to him wearing either light armor or his classic robes. He looked delicious, you thought, and if nobody else was here you’d drag his ass straight back into the tower and tear the clothes from his body, relishing in each button and buckle.

The fantasy doesn’t last long as you ground yourself and remember where you are. There was plenty of time for those shenanigans later.

“Let’s begin.” Withers says, tone as formal as ever.

“Welcome to all. We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of,” He says your name, “and Gale in holy matrimony.”

Withers prattles on with his speech, all the while you’re locked in eye contact with Gale. You’ve always loved his puppy dog eyes, big brown spheres that looked at you like you were the only girl in the world, a gaze that held you in such high regard. You give him a warm smile, one he returns with a slight chuckle, he was just so damn happy.

“Do you,” Withers says your name,”Take Gale to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

This was it, the moment you had been waiting for since the first words you had spoken to this handsome man. “I do.”

“And do you, Gale, take,” He says your name, “to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.” Gale says, words spilling from his mouth the second Withers was done with the question. He was clearly excited, a fact that made you blush.

“Now, the vows.” Withers grabs your attention, looking at you blankly but expectantly. You clear your throat, getting ready to address not only your lovely fiancé, but your massive audience too. Karlach hands digs in her suit jacket, pulling out a folded piece of paper and hands it to you. You nod in thanks.

You unfold the paper, trying to swallow the lump in your throat, you were nervous; you weren’t used to giving big speeches.

“Gale, my love,” you start, taking one of his hands while keeping the other one busy with holding the paper, “Ever since I pulled you out of that portal, I have loved you. I have loved you through our adventures, through our hardships, through everything we have faced. Even when you absorbed my rare magic items, which I still don’t know the logistics of, by the way-” That gets a chuckle from the crowd and Gale. His eyes were sparkling with unshed tears, a reaction that spurred you on to continue your speech, “-I have loved you.” You feel the tears in your own eyes now, you could just feel the love radiating from your lover as he stares at you, listening intently.

“My love for you will never falter, like a star; when I am long gone my love for you will live on through our poetry, through the friendships we’ve made, and finally it will live through you. I have not regretted a second of our journey together, and if it takes an illithid tadpole for us to be together, so be it. I know we can tackle anything that’s thrown our way, we’ve been doing an amazing job already. So whatever comes next for us, I’m glad it’s with you.”

You hand the paper back to Karlach, turning back to Gale and giving him your full attention. To start, he says your name, voice like honey as he does. “Before you I was lost, wandering through life without purpose. I never knew what real love was, what it could be like, what it could feel like. When I first met you, not only was I taken by your beauty but your kindness. You could’ve easily walked past that malfunctioning portal but you didn’t. Instead you calmed it with your talent in magic, and pulled me out. If not for you I would be lost, you are the leading light in my life, and you have been since the moment I laid eyes on you. You have continued to take my breath away with your courage, valor, and talent and I will love you until my last breath. I shall say it one more time for emphasis; I love you.”

“Tara, if you will.” Withers signals to the tressym, who gets up from her purple silk pillow to rub against Gale’s leg. He picks her up, holding her out so you can take the rings from around her collar. “Thank you,” Gale says into her fur before setting her down, Tara seems to nod before heading back to her pillow, settling in to watch the rest of the ceremony.

You hand your ring to Gale, holding out your left hand for him. He delicately takes your hand, sliding the ring over your ring finger, a perfect fit. It was your dream ring, everything about it was everything you ever wanted; everything you dreamt about since you were a little girl.

The ring you got Gale was also beautiful, it was silver with embedded amethyst. Purple, his favorite color.

You meet his gaze again as he takes your hands in his. You never knew a gaze could hold so much love and admiration until you met Gale, until you had this relationship.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride…” Withers looks like he very much wants to leave, or that he couldn’t care less, you couldn’t decide and you yourself didn’t care.

Gale gently moves his hand to cup your face, and your arms go to his shoulders. He pulls you closer before delivering a chaste kiss, sweet and simple. You return in kind, slotting your lips over his.

The kiss is over as quickly as it started. Everyone in the audience has risen to their feet, applauding you as you take your new husband's hand and head down the aisle and back towards the tower. As you did, you sneak a glance over to your lover who to your surprise is already staring at you. “What?” You ask him, cheeks glowing with a pink blush.

“I’m looking at the most beautiful woman in the world, the new Mrs. Dekarios.” He beams at you, and you beam right back. Soon, you come upon the tower and you reach a hand out to open the door.

“Ah, ah, ah, what do you think you’re doing?” Gale asks, putting his hand over yours and stopping you. “I’m opening the door? We have to get ready for the reception.” You glanced back at your guests, all of which were mingling, retrieving drinks from the various barrels and crates, and dancing to the music.

“We do this right or not at all.” Gale says, and before you can question what he means he’s scooping you up into his arms earning a surprised squeal from you. “Gale-!” You say, arms automatically linking behind his head and around his shoulders.

He gives you a wicked smile before kicking open the door and walking through. “There! Now we’ve done it properly.” He holds you in his arms for a moment longer, taking a moment to gaze upon your face. You take the opportunity to lean in and kiss him. The kiss starts out slow, so slow that Gale is able to delicately set you down without breaking it. However, it picks up quickly when Gale slides his tongue across your lips, requesting access. You allow it, opening your mouth for him, allowing your tongues to clash together.

You feel his hands skate up your back and your arms around his shoulder tighten, pulling him as close as possible. What he does next makes you gasp into his mouth; he begins to undo the corseted back of your dress, hands expertly undoing your laces. You know exactly what he has in mind. “We can’t.” You say, barely breaking the kiss to get the words out before diving back in. There were so many people just beyond the front door, all of which were waiting on you. Gale just smiles against your lips before continuing his unlacing. He halts the kiss when he’s done, leaning back to get another look at you. “I need you.” He says, voice dripping with lust. And boy, did you want him, too.

“But the others-” you start, turning your head to gesture towards the curtained front window.

“Can wait.” He cuts you off, leaning back in to make a trail down your neck with his mouth. You moan when he finds your pulse point, sucking lightly.

“Wouldn’t this be bad luck?” You chuckle, hands carding through his hair as he kisses back up your neck and towards your lips.

“I think we’ve had enough bad luck to last us a lifetime. The world owes us.” He says, pulling back from your face to look into your eyes. His were twinkling, pupils blown wide in want.

Your eyes glanced at the clock on the wall. The sun was setting steadily outside, the reception started when night overtook the sky. You wagered you had approximately twenty minutes of free time before people came looking for you. Your eyes drift back to his, and it’s like he’s almost reading your mind. “We have to be quick,” You start and you can see the excitement hit his face as it lights up. You slide out of your dress completely left in only your undergarments. He takes a second to take you in, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“I will ravish you properly later, my love, as you deserve. But for now I just need you, and you may have me in any way you desire.”

As much as you’d love to be full of him, sheathed to the hilt on his cock, you wanted to make this time about him, wanted to give him pleasure.

You sink to your knees in front of him and the shock on his face makes you chuckle.

“What?” You ask, hands making themselves busy with the buttons on his trousers. His hands fall over yours, stilling your movements.

“You don’t have to do that, this should be about us, not just me.”

“We have all night to make it about us but for now shut up and let me ‘ravish you.’” You quote him to himself and he laughs, removing his hands from yours and letting you continue your unbuttoning.

“I love you.” He says simply, gazing down at you with that familiar look, the look that made your knees weak and heart full. “I know.” You tease, finally pulling his trousers down his legs.

His erection is already fully present, restrained behind the fabric of his underwear. Your mouth instantly starts to water, just the thought of taking him with your mouth stirs something in your core.

You push the waistband of his boxers down and his cock springs free. You grip the base, earning a shudder from your husband.

“So perfect,” He coos, hand going to your head and massaging gently.

You just smirk up at him, making eye contact as you take the head in your mouth, tongue swirling around it and lapping up the salty precum.

Gale’s head fell back with a groan, and his hand made a slight pressure against your scalp, a silent asking of you to take him further.

You let him go entirely after that, if only for a moment.

“So impatient.” You scolded light-heartedly.

He chuckles, “You’re the one who said we have to be quick.”

You hum in response, going back to the task at hand. This time you do take him further, letting him in inch by inch. When you reach as far as you can, you wrap your hand around what you cannot, making sure he was covered entirely.

You felt your eyes flutter shut as you worked him over, tongue rubbing the underside of his shaft. You hollow your cheeks, creating a suction that makes him gasp.

“I fo-forgot how good you were at this.” He smiles down at you, the hand in your hair petting you. “Such a good girl.”

Something about his praise ignites something in you, shooting a wave of pleasure down to your core.

It spurs you on, encouraging you to take him deeper, bobbing your head and opening your throat as his head hits the back of it. You suppress a gag, your saliva dripping from your mouth and down his shaft.

He grunts and moans at every little movement you pull, whispering sweet little praises all the while.

“So good, such a perfect mouth on a perfect girl.” He manages to get the sentence out through moans and grunts, hand on your head tangling in your hair, following each movement.

It was just too much, the pressure between your legs grew with each word and sound he made. You reach down, hand disappearing below the waistband of your panties. Your fingers find your sensitive bud, making small circles around it and you moan against his cock.

Gale catches what you’re doing and it sends a steady blush across his face. “You look so good doing that.”

You whine, hand in your waistband moving faster with each breath you take. Soon you can feel his resolve faltering above you, his hips shaking and breath heavy.

“I’m going to-”

“Do it.” You momentarily slide from his cock to look up at him before continuing your languid motions.

With a few more head bobs, he’s there, releasing into your mouth. You take it in, lapping up every drop as it shoots in your mouth. Above you, he’s moaning, free hand over his mouth to keep himself from alerting everyone outside to your activities.

With a little pop, you pull off his shaft, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“I saw what you were doing down there, did you finish?” He asks, helping you up before tucking himself back into his trousers. “No,” You were honest with him, you didn’t have enough time to finish yourself off, but that was fine, that moment was supposed to be about him anyways. But when you look at Gale, he almost looks offended.

“Well, we can’t have that!” He says grabbing your hand and leading you to the couch in the living room. You gasp when he (gently) pushes you down onto the cushions and kneels before you.

“My lady,” He starts, grabbing one of your hands, “Allow me.”

You part your legs for him, allowing access to your clothed cunt. “If you insist.” You laugh, allowing his hand to slip from yours as he pushes your underwear to the side.

Even though he’s seen it a thousand times by now, he always is in such awe when he gets to see your sex, gazing at it and you like he was lost in the desert and your pussy was water.

He wastes no time diving in, licking one broad swipe up your folds. You mewl, back arching off the couch at the contact. He brings a hand to your lower stomach, keeping you firmly grounded.

“I have barely touched you yet you’re soaked, you truly are magic.” He says, momentarily watching you from between your legs. To him, you were magic itself. Somebody that he worshiped, someone that he loved. You knew all this, and returned it ten fold.

He turns his attention back to your aching hole, tongue dipping in as he makes another stripe. He starts to lap at your hole, tongue moving in and out at a steady pace. You moan, long and loud and it causes him to pop up once again. “We must be quiet, dearest. We don’t want them hearing us.” He chuckles, face glistening with your juices.

You laugh, making a show of you covering your mouth with your hand and beckoning him to continue. He does, diving back into your pussy with renewed vigor, lips coming to encircle your clit and sucking gently. You bite your hand, choking back a cry of ecstasy as he makes you see stars with his tongue alone. You gasp when he introduces his fingers, plunging one and then two into you.

He moves in and out of you rhythmically and you find yourself rutting against his face, moaning whenever his nose rubbed against your clit. You were chasing your high, relishing in the feeling of the coil in your stomach tightening with every thrust of his fingers. His fingers are stretching you out so deliciously you can’t help the tears that spring from your eyes. You curse mentally, you’d have to redo your makeup before you went to your reception.

A couple more plunges and you’re there, cumming around his fingers with a muffled scream. He laps at your hole more, catching every last drop of your orgasm. You collapse into the cushions, panting slightly as he moves to lay next to you.

“Now *that* was magic.” You sigh, head looking to the side to catch a glimpse of Gale who is already staring at you.

“Everything we do together is magic, my love.” He sits up, and you catch another glimpse of his beard, dripping with your slick. You blush, adjusting your underwear back to its proper position.

He stands, “Alright, up you get.” He holds his hands out to you, “We have a reception to attend.” You glance out the window, goddammit, you were already running behind schedule.

“Race you to the top of the tower.” You say, picking up your dress from its state on the floor and taking position at the base of the stairs.

“Oh, you’re on.” He says, running past you and up the stairs.

“I didn’t say ‘go!’”

You run after him, laughing the whole way.

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tumbleweed-run · 6 months

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Oration

“Read to me?” You ask suddenly, your voice sounding too loud as it breaks the silence.

You’d been at his desk writing letters, letters that you knew might not actually make it out of the city for weeks. Gale was sitting in front of the fireplace, reading, so that you had your space to write. As you stood, you caught sight of the storm buffeting the coast from the terrace doors. While all you saw was sleet and ice pelting into the water, you knew that even as close as the other side of the city, there would be snow.

“It’s nothing interesting,” Gale tells you as you pull the drapes shut over the doors, trying to preserve some of the warmth of the room.

“I’d listen to the history of fish-mongering if you read it,” this statement earns you a brilliant grin and an outstretched hand, beckoning you to the sofa.

You take his hand and fall onto the couch next to him, immediately curling into his side. A quick word and a spectral hand appears, then Gale wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer. He begins to read where you’d interrupted him, midsentence even. It’s something about magic laws, but you’re not really listening to his words. It’s the sound of crackling logs overlaid with the soothing tone of his voice. You smile as you watch the spectral hand flip the page, his left hand now too busy idly stroking your thigh to be bothered with the chore. You let your eyes drift closed, nose buried into Gale’s side.

Maybe it’s been ten minutes, maybe an hour, you're not sure. But you shift a little, dropping your legs to the floor, stretching out the ache. Gale’s still reading dutifully, unbothered by the fact that you haven’t been paying attention. You listen for a moment; it's something about the ethics of the use of magic on animals, and you’re impressed that even he hasn’t fallen asleep. Smiling to yourself, you slowly slip from the couch onto your knees.

The only acknowledgment Gale makes as you undo the laces of his pants is a brief stuttering of words. This hadn’t been your plan for long, having acted on the first impulse only moments ago.

He’s still soft when you free him, cock only beginning to stir when you take him in hand. After barely a single stroke with your fingers, you lean forward and take him into your mouth. You don’t suck or move, really. Merely press your tongue forward, flat against the shaft. Gale’s free hand comes to rest on your head. You hold yourself there, eyes closing, as he continues to harden in your mouth. You sigh, happily, as the once spongey flesh becomes rigid, as his cockhead begins butting against the back of your mouth. Only then do you swallow around him, earning you a soft moan from above. He’s no longer reading, you realize.

“Please,” you say in a half whisper, sitting back on your knee, “keep going.”

Gale glances from you to the book he still holds in his hand, then nods. Only after he begins reading again do you pull him back into your mouth. You swallow him slowly, giving you both time to adjust with each new piece of his cock you slip between your lips. Eventually, he’s in you as far as you can comfortably go, your nose half buried in the soft dark curls at his base. His words stutter above you when you inhale. Gale still smells faintly of last night's bath mixed with the clean scent of his clothes and something else. A soft musk, not unclean or cloying, but something uniquely Gale coming through as the soaps and scents wear off.

Only once your jaw begins to ache from being held in the same position too long do you finally start moving. You work your tongue against him, pulling from every memory of every time you’ve been in this position. Your expertise with Gale is rewarded as his voice pitches and falls in time with your movements. He gathers your hair up, pulling it from your face, which allows you to work him more freely. You pull off just enough to flick your tongue against the slit of his cock. His words are broken by a startled moan, but Gale recovers and resumes reading.

He tugs on your hair, not hard but just enough to leave your scalp tingling. You moan and his next words escape as a gasp. It quickly becomes a perfect feedback loop. Your ministrations are rewarded with moaned words and fingers flexing in your hair. These things only spur you on, eager to earn more of these.

He’s close, you can feel in the way his thighs are drawn tight under your arms, hear it in the tone of his voice. You become aware that Gale’s no longer reading, instead its just a stream of moans and praises falling from his lips. Your body heats, as it always does, under praise. You work him intently, head bobbing fast enough that he’s not keeping up and each movement pulls at your hair.

“Love,” he gasps and tugs your hair insistently.

You ignore him and swallow his cock as far down your throat as you can manage. You work the shaft with the flat of your tongue. With a curse Gale comes, spilling down your throat. You swallow everything he gives you and then you keep swallowing. Only when he’s gasping your name, his hips pushing away from you into the cushions, do you finally release him.

You grin up at him, reveling in the way the corners of your mouth sting with the movement. Gale cuckles, trailing his hand from your hair down the side of your face until he’s cupping your jaw. He allows his thumb to rub over your swollen lips before gently gathering up a small amount of cum that had spilled out of your mouth. Eagerly you swipe your tongue over the pad of his finger cleaning it.

Gale groans. He leans down and then pulls you upward, gathering you onto his lap.

“You never cease to amaze me,” he says as he buries his face into your neck.

#gale x reader #gale x fem!reader #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #this is brought you by me looking at a fanart of gale and going 'i really wanna suck his dick'#i have no shame

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fabric-shower-curtain · 1 month

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By complete accident I somehow have the autopsy scar mod on top of the bhaalist tattoo mod, don’t ask me how they’re both on my durge I have no idea how it happened. But it got me thinking how would the origin characters (+halsin) react/barely react to a lover that is heavily scarred and tattooed? (Set in Act 1)

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Astarion: The first time Astarion saw your body for himself was when he walked past your tent late at night, through the flaps in the entrance he saw all those scars, he couldn’t tell what had you awake this late in the night, especially mostly naked with your back turned. The vampire simply continued on his way to hunt for the night. He dropped it there, until that is, the second night in the clearing you two spent together. He was lying down leaning his head against his arms as his red eyes stared at your naked body. His eyes flowed down every scar that littered your body, he barely seemed to look at the tattoos but that’s what he asked about first “So, can you translate that one?” - he points to the tattoo across your left arm, lifting up the limb you pull your skin to take a proper look at it. It’s been a while since you properly saw it, because just out of sight enough to make it annoying to stare at. When you tell him Astarion seems content with the information. His fingers drift across the tattoo. It’s a tender moment until the elf’s hand floats toward your neck. His ice cold fingers dancing across the lingering puncture wounds on your neck - “But these are by far my favorite mark on you,” You lean into Astarion’s touch releasing a chuckling sigh before calling him the weirdest flirt you have ever seen.

Gale: He really didn’t mean to go to the river at the same time he truly meant to go two hours early when he said he would, but that tome was particularly interesting - the effects of adrenaline on libido, certainly important for a man so restricted by his netherese orb. But now it was two hours past and he definitely had a musk going on. Taking an extra robe and rag Gale went to the nearby river, only you were there too. Illuminated in moonlight you were bare in front of him. Gale cleared his throat loudly, trying to let you know he was there. What he did not expect was for you to whip around and get out of the water to say hello. He tried his best to only look at your face, he did not succeed. Your skin was glowing with a vei of water cascading down in droplets. Gale’s eyes followed one droplet from your hair, down your neck, across your chest until a certain tattoo caught his eye, infernal script. Trying to keep his focus on the tattoo rather than the flesh its on he asked you if it meant what he thought it did. He was right in fact, and you told him the story behind why you got it, quite the nice tale. The wizard relaxed enough to notice another scar across your soldier “Is that from a magic missile?” He asked without thinking. Nodding in confirmation you turned to show your shoulder blade where the other two missiles struck. As you turned around the coldness of the night hit you like a thunder wave, a massive shiver shook your entire body spraying tiny water droplets around. “Gosh you must be freezing,” - Gale wrapped you in his towel-rag before stressfully ushering you back towards the camp. Once you got back to your tent you realized you left your towel and clothes on a nearby rock, you could return the peeping Tom favor.

Halsin: Halsin adores you long before he ever saw your birthday suit, sure he thought about it, quite a lot, but with his focus deep on the shadow-curse he doesn’t have time to do much other than think about out. But the first time he does see you was far from romantic or sensual. A hook horror had slashed your entire back open when you got to close, and Halsin watched it all happen. Before the beast even hit the ground he was rushing over to you, he didn’t think, he just ripped your armor right off of you to get to the wound. You might have been screaming but his ears were ringing too loud to tell one noise from another. Halsin couldn’t even see where scar ended and fresh cut began, your tattoos were doused in enough blood to make them impossible to see against your skin. The bear of an elf’s hand floated above the wound with the same glowing blue light the hook horror’s body was basking in, thank silvanus he was far enough from the sussur tree for his magic to work. Even with his healing a scar in the same place as the monster's claw marks stayed. Halsin’s druidic skills must be faltering, that’s what he determines at least. Until the next day, you’re healed fully up and about getting ready to leave camp for the day. Halsin calls out your name - “I’m sorry I could not heal you fully, I tried best I could but the scar persists” to his confusion you begin laughing. The scar he’s so upset about has been on you for so long now, and you tell him such. His healing left no scar, in fact he healed you so well an old scar was able to show.

Karlach: The first time she saw you naked you were bathing next to each other after a battle. Even with Dammon’s initial upgrade you can’t touch each other, but you swore to find ways to be intimate without touching, just like this. However you neglected to inform her about what lay under your clothes until now, scars covering you head to toe interlaced with tattoos of varying quality. “Hey Soldier! How come you didn’t tell me before stealing my aesthetic!” You didn’t even register this was the first time exposing yourself in such a way, a brief moment of panic before you burst into a smile. “Come here, let me see them” Karlach makes you twirl around, using the faintest touch of her fingers to pull your arms out and see the tattoos wrapping around them. Her eyes continued to trail down your body, after a gasp she jumped back up to your face - “That burn scar looks like mine!” She said before pulling down her trousers to show you the near identically placed scar on her thigh. But Karlach didn’t ask about the obviously fresher stab scars, she continued to smile at her new discovery but lets the two of you properly bathe for once.

Lae’zel: Even when pinning you against a wall the githyanki warrior wasn’t particularly gentle. It’s not like you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into tonight, she had said pretty explicitly she seemed carnal pleasure. Somehow Lae’zel was even more assertive in such a scenario than during your adventures. You couldn’t even take your own armor off, she practically ripped it off of you. Your body is exposed to her in an instant, she doesn’t react, her hands go immediately to unlace your trousers and undergarments. The night is enjoyable even as exhausting as it was. Only much later does Lae’zel ever comment on them, and its in a conversation praising you two’s battle prowess “Each scar is a battle fought, a battle won.” You try not to tell her you have at least two scars from dropping the knife while cooking with Gale. She’s sweet in her own way.

Shadowheart: Shadowheart first saw you naked while healing a particularly cruel wound, goblin had snuck up on you and slashed your torso deep. You stabilized yourself quick enough with a healing potion but the wound persisted. After the battle you wandered your way over to Shadowhearts tent, asking for help. She laid you down atop her bedroll, sliding your shirt off as you let yourself relax into the makeshift bed. And then you caught it, Shadowheart’s eyes widened, shit. But she didn’t say anything; she pressed her warm hands towards your open wound as they lit alight with magic. Radiating from your gash the warm feeling washed over you, your eyes closed softly breathing out in relief. Shadowheart quelled her magic, looking over you for a fat moment. You can feel her eyes wandering over you, up and down your chest, down your stomach and across both your arms. The relief of healing has left you now but you’re still too scared to open your eyes. And then a soft hand traced along your largest scar, her fingers were so light it tickled. “I like your tattoos.” The half-elf’s voice was soft, her eyes focused back on your large scar, “How’d you get that one.” Whether or not you tell the story she’s content, happy to have this extra piece of you in her memory.

Wyll: Poor Wyll just wanted to ask about the plans for tomorrow, but not only did he smack his horns on the skeleton of your tent while entering but you’re also as naked as the day you were born. The man nearly shrieked like he saw a ghost, his entire chest swelled up with his shoulders shooting up and he looked like he just swallowed a frog. Without a word Wyll turned on his heel and left your tent, only after trying to cool his blushing face off did he even process all your markings. Upon the log he sat on he dragged his hand up and down his face trying to process what the hells just happened. And then you exited your tent, completely decent this time. You greeted Wyll and sat beside him wondering what he had barged in about in the first place. But the poor man can’t even look at you. He as calmly as he could gave you the sincerest apology you’ve ever heard. After your acceptance he finally turns to you “So what does that tattoo across your back mean?” You pause for a moment, then explain as best you can. And that conversation continues just like that, he’d ask how you got a certain scar or tattoo and you’d answer him. In return he showed you one particularly nasty scar on his arm from a monster he fought while traversing the sword coast. What may have started as the most embarrassing moment of your partnership ended with you closer than before.

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victoria-grimesss · 4 months

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Can I request smut headcanons of how Astarion (she didn't want him to feel obligated to help her so she intended to do it alone), Gale, Wyll, and Halsin react to accidentally overhear his fem s/o masturbating while saying his name? She isn't aware that he was there since he was busy earlier!

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->Warning: light smut, teasing

->A/N: MDNI! so sorry this took so long writers block hit me hard but I hope this fills the request alright.

->Astarion:

Your relationship was built on mutual trust and care for one another. Although it may have started with ill intentions you both have nurtured and built a steady foundation for years to come. Part of that trust was respecting Astarion's bodily autonomy and helping him work through his trauma. You wanted to give him space and time to be comfortable in the bedroom, well... tent. The air was thick and you had woken up with a familiar flutter in your chest. A problem easily solved on your own but not sufficiently eased. The tossing and turning, you feared, would wake Astarion (he needs his beauty sleep). Your hand would move downwards, your other moving to your mouth to keep yourself quiet. But the scent of him surrounding you, him next to you and you wearing his shirt was too much. You could hardly stifle the sounds that came from your mouth, your mind replaying every lingering touch of his, his teeth on your neck, and the words he whispers when you're both alone. His name escapes your lips only once when you are trying to reach your peak but your hands are just not enough. Astarion’s meditative sleep is disrupted by your ceaseless movement, and he wakes with annoyance before he sees the state of you, utterly delicious. It's not a secret what you were doing, your face red from the tips of your ears down your neck and slipping down the valley of his shirt you wore. His teasing would be relentless, "I'm hurt, have I truly not satisfied you enough that you had to result to such a solitary method?" His voice is deeper from the sleep he was in, hair hanging in his face. He would feign hurt but that devious smirk on his face would say otherwise. "I just didn't want to bother you, make you feel obligated to engage." The air in the tent would be hot, he would get closer and closer to you until his lips brushed your neck, he could hear how your heart was racing from the proximity. "Darling, I admire your chivalry, truly, but I’d rather be the one touching you if it’s all the same.” His hands would dance their way from cupping your cheek to leaning you back into the bedroll fully. You had awoken the next day blissfully satisfied, a bit more bloodless, and sleep deprived but it was well worth it.

->Gale:

You would both be settled in his tower long after the events of the tadpole. The sun would be setting and he had arrived back from his favorite tomes shop, his arms full with scrolls and books galore. His mind was so focused on getting everything to his study until he passes by the bedroom door, the only sounds being the waves of the nearby sea and you.. saying his name in a rather breathily manner. He grows warm at the sound, some of the scrolls and books toppeling to the floor. This would usually be followed by him hurrying to pick them up but he sets the rest on a nearby foot-stool. He clears his throat before knocking on the bedroom door, even though it’s his own bedroom door as well. He hears a gasp from within the room and the movement of the blanket before you usher him in. “Gale. I-um. I didn't expect you back so soon. You’re usually gone the whole day when you head to the shops.” He nearly groans at the sight of you, you’re flushed and sweaty. Hair a mess and clearly you were enjoying yourself. He wishes he could cast invisibility and watch as you pleasured yourself. For another time. He shifts, a bead of sweat running down the back of his neck. “I-” “You” You both speak at the same time and then stop. He motions you to speak first. You giggle and speak, “You know, you don’t have to knock in your own home.” He runs a hand through his hair, eyes a shade darker as he looks to you. “I didn’t want to intrude on your personal time my love. It sounded like you were enjoying yourself. Although I have to admit I felt a bit left out.” His breathing is heavier and he slowly approaches you, the sunset that bounces off the sea and into the room casts an otherworldly glow and he wishes he were an artist so he could paint the vision in front of him. You offer him your hand, “Then by all means Mr. Dekarios, please join me.”

->Wyll:

The camp was empty besides you, you had been put on strict bed rest after a nasty fight with some undead the last time you and the team were out so you were alone and bored and upset because you were obviously better despite Wyll’s protest. You swear a feather could grace the side of your face and he would carry you back to camp. Although you love him all the same, his caring nature and adventurous spirit bringing you together but right now you just felt pent up after being still for so long. The sound of the nearby river calmed you some but restless you remained. You thought more of Wyll, and more… His chivalry, endless loving words of encouragement, that one time you snuck away to the river..discarding your clothes on the rocks as you both delved behind the waterfall and soaked in the whole night together until the stars turned to sunrise. Suddenly your hand had snuck down the front of your stomach and lower until you reached underneath your undergarments, gasping at the feeling of relief. It was far and few between when you could help yourself since you were always out. You began divulging yourself further into your fantasies. Picturing you with Wyll together in a large castle, bedroom big enough to be laughable and a bed laid with satin sheets and intricate tapestry. Being able to enjoy eachothers company without the threat of death or tadpole explosion at every corner. He would ravish you on every piece of finely crafted furniture in the castle until you were forced to stop by pure muscle exertion. You were so deep in your mind you didn't hear your own name being called from the camp, nearing you rather fast. You quickly remove your hand, now frustrated on another level from your missed climax just as the flaps of the tent move and Wyll’s stare is on you, a worried look on his face. “You called?! Are you alright? Gods you’re flushed and can hardly catch your breath should I call Shadowheart?” He’s frantic and has convinced himself that you’re in the active stages of death. “Wyll!” He stills at your voice, “I was simply, taking care of myself..” You trail away and his face shifts from concern to confusion. “Healing your own wounds is hardly advisable. We have many fine healers in camp. Let me fetch one of them for you.” “Gods you are dense sometimes for being the savior of Baulder’s Gate.” You grab him by the shirt before he can leave and his lips meet yours before he’s crawling on top of you. “Ohh, you sneaky devil.” His smirk is downright devious as he swears to untangle all your knots and worries.

->Halsin:

You need air, the camp was downright suffocating now with the amount of people it contained now. You were forever grateful and indebted for all of your allies but you needed some time alone, desperately. The clearing to this meadow was the place you always came to clear your mind, far enough away to be secluded but still close enough to be safe from any wanderers. Halsin had been occupied when you left so you couldn't ask him to come with you to your disappointment. But alas you can handle your little problem. It was a warm day and seeing Halsin’s strong arms glisten with sweat and water did little to cool your burning desire that seemed to get worse as the day went on. He was so kind and sweet to you, showing you the bounty that nature can provide. He had fought by your side for some time now and your relationship had only blossomed since then. You felt your tension slowly melting as you caressed yourself thinking of the two of you in the meadow together, against a tree, the forest floor in the rain. Any way he could take you, you would have him. You didn't even notice the volume of your voice had carried all the way to his ears at the camp, he was especially attuned to you, your sweet pheromone carried him to the clearing where he saw you laid back against a bed of clovers, surrounded by an array of multicolored flowers. A goddess in his eyes you were. He stalked to you, drinking you in with each step. The sound of his name on your lips drawing him in, his urges barely contained. He cleared his throat, finding himself standing at your feet. Your eyes shot open, trying to cover yourself and maintain your modesty. “Do not fear my heart, you have called and here I am.” You don’t say anything for a moment, utterly embarrassed at being caught in such a way. “Halsin, I didn't want to bother you, you were quite busy after all.” He laughs lightly, still scanning your body. “You are my priority, when you yearn for me, I yearn for you all the same. All you must do is cast me a glace and I will take care of you.” He starts to remove his shirt, “May I take care of you?” His voice is deep, his broad frame casting a cooling shadow upon you. You shiver, he stiffens. “You may. Only if I may show my gratitude back?” He smiles and drops to his knees before you, hands parting your legs as his kisses more from your bent knee and moves lower and lower. “By all means my heart, the day is young afterall.”

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austinbutlerslovers · 5 months

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Major Gale Fantasy

(He Racks You Down and Knocks You Up)

The poll on this was so close! 172 votes

The winner 53.5 Sweet and Gentle 💖

VS. 46.5 Hard and Commanding ❤️‍🔥

Thank you for all the votes enjoy!

Major Gale (Austin) is obsessed with the thought of getting you pregnant before he leaves to war. After envisioning you pregnant with his child he goes through great lengths to ensure you conceive.

Label 18+ mature

Established relationship married

Domestic fluff then straight to breeding kink

Smut• fluff • domestic •edging • mutual stimulation •in heat •breeding kink •p in v •mating press •multiple orgasms • cream pie • aftercare

I have no idea what they did in the 40s or how they really speak 😊 just go with it it’s cute

Inspiration: Austin butler looking so seductive in that uniform

(Historically Inaccurate spelling errors, grammatical mistakes, repeat words etc)

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He Racks You Down & Knocks You Up

You were putting the finishing touches on your dish a beautiful roast chicken with vegetables. The cherry pie was warming in the oven Gale would be home any minute. You briskly walk to the wash room and click on the lights. Your makeup kit readily available near the wash basin. You reach in and pull out your favorite rouge lip stick marking up your lips and dabbing some on your cheeks.

You coif up your hair staring at yourself in the mirror and run a hand down your dress blowing a kiss like a pin up girl, you look ravishing.

Even more risqué was the idea to wear a fastener corset under your form fitting dress tonight putting your décolleté on full display.

Your legs were caged by thigh straps holding up your stockings and satin panties covering your derrière rubbing deliciously against your heat.

Gale said to get yourself a treat, and now it’s a treat for him too. He would be deploying after all and you wanted to give him an experience he would never forget to write home about.

At that thought you hear his key in the front door and hurry back into the living room to greet him. He turns the knob and steps in slipping the key into his pocket as his tall frame ducks into the door way. He removes his officers hat and hangs it on the entry way rack.

His handsome features always stun you at first glance. His big blue eyes and wispy lashes, his perfectly angular nose, firm chin and plump lips. He is an absolute dream especially in uniform. His suitcase in one hand and jacket draped on the other, he finally locks eyes with you and your heart flutters. He is slack jawed in return admiring how perfectly pretty you look in this moment.

“Well well well let me get a good look at you doll, do a little spin for me” his deep rich voice breaking the silence as his eyes admire your form.

You twirl around on your toes smiling as you trace your hands along your bodice enjoying the corset hidden beneath. You blush once your eyes meet, he has a seduced look on his face. “You’re a sight for sore eyes, let me settle my things and come appreciate you.” he flashes his flirtatious grin.

He hangs his coat and sets his suit case by the door he struggles to unbutton the top neck of his military shirt but you are right there to assist him lifting on your tiptoes brushing up against him and easily prying the button open with your smaller fingers.

The closeness makes you swoon for each other. He stares into your eyes before taking a peek down at your breasts resting against his chest, a naughty smirk plays across his face. You place your hands delicately on the nape of his neck and trace your fingers lightly over his sensitive skin there giving him goosebumps.

He looks back into your eyes as you stare up at him seductively through your lashes, his breathing increases as passion begins to cloud his thoughts “Gosh I’ve missed you” he nearly whispers it staring at your sultry red lips going directly in for the kiss. Your lips meet passionately and he scoops you into his arms lifting you from the floor.

Feeling his strength and the smell of his cologne arouses you completely. You are overtaken by his presence feeling so safe in his strong arms. You kiss across his lips as he holds you up to his chest. He begins rubbing his soft plush lips back against yours the sexual tension stifling you both. He slowly sets you back to the ground holding fast to your waist with every intention of taking you to the bedroom and having his way with you.

His lips are the beautiful rouge color that you imprinted on him. “Oh my” you say covering your mouth with one hand “What is it darling?“ he asks holding you to him by your waist brushing his hand across your cheek. He’s mesmerized by you, the way he’s staring into your eyes makes your heart skip a beat.

“I..I.. have gotten my lipstick all over you…let me clean you up and come! I’ve made a wonderful supper for you” you pipe up as you regain your thoughts, so proud of yourself for making one of his favorite meals.

He takes your hand and you lead him to the dining room table. He sits in his designated seat at the head taking the time to unlace his shoes and remove his socks setting them in the corner. You arrange his plate and set his dinner in front of him. It is a beautiful display of herb roasted chicken breast, mashed russet potatoes layered in gravy and sautéed green peas.

As his eyes settle in delight on the meal you prepared for him you slip away to the liquor cabinet fetching his favorite brandy. You pour it in one of the set glasses on the shelf and bring it to place next to him on the table. You grab a cloth from the kitchen drawer and soak it in the sink coming back to dab the lipstick off his lips and wipe his hands clean. He smiles at you appreciatively.

You both begin to eat. He cuts into the delicate chicken and takes a bite. His eyes close and he nods enjoying the taste, opening his eyes looking to you admiringly to show his approval. You gush knowing just how much he loves your home cooked meals after a long day on base.

You really can’t focus on your meal watching him eat. As a fully grown man he still looks so adorable as he chews. He’s slender yet toned and you love to see him full it melts your heart. You begin to eat in small bites, enjoying each others company and the meal.

You finish first with your smaller portions and he clears his plate soon after. You collect the dishes and rinse them in the sink

Feeling sated he completely unbuttons his shirt taking it off and hanging it over the back of his chair. Now in a white undershirt and tan military slacks, he rests back holding his glass of brandy slowly sipping it down watching you work.

You fidget with the oven turning it off and opening the door. The smell of the hot pie wafting through the kitchen. You grab your mits removing the pie from the oven and placing it on the stove top. You blow a strand of loose hair falling in your face the heat from the oven making you perspire slightly. You are in an odd state today feeling so sensual wearing the expensive lingerie.

Gale is set back watching the whole thing you bent over your breasts spilling out of your dress. The flash of the back of your thighs to him when your dress lifts as you reach into the oven.

He suddenly has a vision of you mixing pancake batter in the kitchen. You’re wearing a satin gown hair pinned up loosely in a bun your belly big and round growing with his child. His heart skips a beat as you whisk the mixture placing your hand on your hip to support your back. He imagines himself standing behind you planting a kiss on your head inhaling your scent and gently squeezing his hands around your breasts which will soon be full with milk.

He delicately places his hands down around the front of you to embrace your womb. Once he touches it an intensity fires in him of pure unyielding love for you. It infatuates him so strongly he is unable to keep his hands away from your pregnant belly. He begins passionately kissing behind your ear and down your neck completely obsessed with you having his child.

He was so deep in his thought he didn’t notice you trying to get his attention until you sweetly asked him again “Is everything alright?”

He palms himself under the table his cock growing stiff with anticipation of fulfilling his desires. He smiles at you nodding reassuringly taking another big swig of his brandy and setting his empty glass down.

He then pushes away from the table in his chair setting his sights on you and spreading his legs wordlessly patting his lap for you to sit. You notice the change in his gaze, how his pupils have dilated, how his eyes are fixated on you. It’s such a sultry look you don’t know what’s gotten into him.

You approach his lap and try to sit pretty with your legs together but he grabs hold of your waist pulling you to straddle him. It makes your heart flutter from the abrupt closeness. He looks into your eyes with a coy smile wondering if you can feel his rock hard erection pressing against you yet.

Taking his left hand he softly runs it across the nape of your neck moving your hair over one shoulder, trailing his hand down your spine. He begins unbuttoning your dress with both hands looking you directly in the eyes, each pop of a button making the excitement of having you naked increases.

He unbuttons your dress down to your waist and slowly pulls it from your shoulders to reveal your chest. His eyes lock on the delicate lace covering your décolleté. He pulls your dress farther and his mouth falls open in delight at your breasts in lingerie on full display for him. “All this for me?” He asks staring intently at your chest he caresses the soft fabric covering your nipples “Yes of course” you answer your voice soft from arousal.

He tweaks your nipples making them stiff then gently squeezes them with his fingers he looks up to gauge your reaction. It makes you part your lips wanting to cry out, you clench inside involuntarily pressing your heat against his stiff cock. He has a smile on his face sensing exactly what you need. He begins grinding his hips up gently rocking his massive erection against you. It’s so naughty and good at the same time a high moan escapes your lips as you double over onto him wanting more.

He grabs ahold of you by your arms pressing you down on him and grinding against you harder. He’s so strong and resolute with his actions it has you breathlessly panting and dizzy for him building an ache inside you that needs relief.

Seeing your face flush as your breathing increases he pulls you to him and plants kisses along your exposed neck and jaw line. The smell of you is devine to him he reaches and grabs the base of your neck tilting your head back farther to kiss his open mouth along your throat, It makes you close your eyes and grind back onto him the feeling so good building between your legs you don’t want him to stop.

He pulls back his lips from your neck and stares into your eyes as you grind each other fully clothed completely drunk in love “I want to fill you up tonight” he says kissing your lips and you taste the brandy “ I want to satisfy you completely” he kisses your neck again. Then he places his hand on your stomach “I want my baby growing inside of you” his voice almost a hush full of so much contained passion.

You grab onto the back of his neck pressing your forehead to his and closing your eyes “Yes…Gale please fill me and get me pregnant tonight ” your voice shakes with anticipation. The way he’s making you feel between your legs has your mind reeling as you grind against him with your panties absolutely soaked.

Hearing your words he slowly picks you up from his lap and gently places you to stand in front of him. He rises from the chair and removes his shirt then unbuttons and unzips his pants before unbuckling his belt. As he releases the leather his pants fall to the floor and the buckle clatters. You stare in awe at his massive erection strained back against his woven boxers shorts.

“Finish showing me that lingerie doll “ his deep voice breaks the silence redirecting your thoughts. He sits back into his chair spreading his legs and placing a hand on his cock to watch you. He wants to thoroughly enjoy the surprise you have for him.

You turn your back to him and peer over your shoulder. His eyes are completely fixated on you as you slide the dress down from your shoulders to the floor bending over to show him your black silk panties as you deliberately step out of it. You turn around to face him and he sits back in awe of your beautiful body.

The black silk bra and panties with the corset elaborate your curves, accentuating your hips and chest in the most delicious way. You begin swaying your hips and tracing your hands over your body as if they are his own giving him a show of how badly you need him.

He stands up from his seat and slides his boxers down stepping out of them his large cock slinging as he walks toward you. Your knees buckle a little as you hold the table behind you bracing yourself in anticipation.

He reaches for your corset and begins quickly unsnapping the clasps rocking your body as he looses each one. The corset breaks free and falls to the floor. He easily picks you up by your waist and sets you down on the dinner table.

Your legs are wide open and he eagerly moves himself to stand between them. He grabs you by your hips pulling you flush against him kissing you passionately parting your lips with his tongue his cock caged between your navels. Hes trying to go slow but his mind is racing with the thought of feeling your tightness squeeze around him as he’s pumping you full of his seed.

He refocuses on your pleasure placing his hands on the sides of your breast softly rubbing into your silk brassiere pressing your nipples up and down with his thumbs . A moan escapes you into his mouth everything he’s doing sending pleasurable sensations where you need to be touched the most. You begin winding your hips in small circles on the table to relieve the tension.

He senses your need as the heat is now emitting from your body your eyes pleading him for more. He takes a step back noticing his empty liquor glass behind you on the table and takes it safely to the sink.

As he returns to stand between your legs he places his hands behind your head lovingly holding your gaze. “I would do anything for you” he says softly his heart swelling wanting to make you his forever, the vision of you pregnant with his child burning in his mind. “I’m going to push you over the edge tonight I want to spill my seed into you and I want you to take it all for me”

You stare at him drunk from arousal your heart is pounding so hard you feel the strongest pulses in your pelvis you'll to do anything to make him tear your lingerie off and take you now.

“I want to hear you say it “ he says noticing you are not able to focus on his words.

You regain some composure to respond

“I will take it all tonight every drop you give me” you loosely repeat his words too distracted now staring at his perfectly chiseled naked body down to his large veiny erect cock wondering how good it will feel when he fills you up for the first time instead of pulling out.

“I’ll give you what you need “ he says with a coy smile knowing you’re not paying attention anymore. He’s never seen you so riled up, it warms him seeing you want his baby so badly it’s giving you a fever.

He places his hand on your chest pushing you down to lay flat on the table. He grabs your thighs and slides you down to him your heat directly against his cock your legs on either side of his waist. Your breathing quickens and your heart skips you need him inside of you he has you exposed in the perfect position on the table like you are his meal.

He brushes his hand against your silk panties admiringly not wanting to remove them just yet. His touch there alone makes you feel like he’s set a fire all over your body.

He reaches his fingers between your legs hooking your panties rubbing his knuckles against your slick folds. Your back arcs from the table as you restrain yourself from grinding against his fingers so aroused and needing to be touched so badly you begin panting loudly unable to calm down.

He knows you need him now and quickly pulls your panties to the side. His cock is pulsing hard as he rests it on your wet entrance, it’s covered in a silky liquid so he rubs his tip up through it and groans as you moan not thinking it would feel so good. He looks down into your eyes now needing you too, he lines himself up and slowly pushes inside your tight entrance.

You both cry out in a pleasurable moan his cock guiding in perfectly your walls greedily sucking him in. He penetrates you inch by inch making you gasp as the stretch becomes wider.

He gently caresses your pelvis making you feel the pressure of how far he’s gotten inside. You are impossibly more wet as his cock is going in.

He stares down at you in admiration when you finally take his full length. He stays still inside you for a moment letting you adjust. You feel so full of him, the pleasure coursing through your entire body as you try to focus gazing up at him.

He begins to work you gently, sliding himself halfway out and fully back in. His cock becoming completely covered in your slick making you feel every sensation as he begins gliding in and out it’s already earning the sweetest moans out of you.

You close your eyes as he begins rocking into your body against the table each thrust making your heart want to explode. Your continuous moans are music to his ears he stares at the reaction on your pretty face while you take him the perfect mix of pleasure and pain.

He has a drive to impregnate you tonight that he’s never had before. He wants to paint your walls inside and make you cry out for him before he finishes. It makes him high at the thought.

He releases his hands from your waist and hoists your legs up holding onto the back of your thighs spreading you like a “V” he pushes slowly into you on the table the new angle he’s hitting makes you delirious with pleasure he has you in a mating press and it sparks something deep inside you that tightens your core making it feel like it will snap at any moment.

Hes going so much deeper using your legs as leverage, he wants to feel you all the way through he presses his length the farthest and touches his cock head against the deepest part inside you making you moan out incredibly loud for him. He loves that feeling and thrusts into it repeatedly wanting his strongest and deepest ejaculation there.

You begin to feel hotter against his throbbing cock he keeps rocking you back and forth on his length jostling you on the table. He’s working into you with so much virility youre seeing stars. You are so overwhelmed with passion you can’t even think straight each hit pressing the exact button inside to cause a riot in your core. He pauses at the end of his deepest thrusts feeling like he will split you, your body tenses your voice in your ears sounding so foreign as you moan in an unending rhythm, the tightness building inside your core finally snaps.

A relief washes over you as your back arcs from the table your walls flutter tightly around him as liquids pour from your core squishing around his cock as you scream for him. It makes him start sliding into you at breeding speed. He thrusts into you deeper and harder your legs bouncing around at each strong jolt. His abs tighten as he is sucks in breaths through his teeth.

He presses your legs back farther grunting and angling his cock pressing his deepest inside you it pushes him over the edge “Im going to cum so deep in you …take it …all for me” he says through clenched teeth he pushes forward all the way into you and spills thick ropes of hot cum deep inside you painting your walls. He leans forward between your legs heavily breathing from exertion, laying on top of you and propping up lightly on his elbows he holds your face as he continues to empty every last drop inside to get you pregnant. His final thrust hits so deep you squeeze his cock with your walls a second time and moan for him almost crying at how good it makes you feel. You stare at each other panting and sweating you both start spontaneously laughing deliriously high with a sudden surge of endorphins.

As you calm down he stays completely still inside of you laying on top. Propped on his elbows he holds your head lovingly. He pets your hair back and stares into your beautiful eyes “I think we did it” he says suddenly as if the thought was ruminating in his mind . You smile at him “I’ve never felt anything like that” you admit gently stroking his sweaty hair from his face in return. He leans in and kisses your chest just at your heart, he loves you completely. He puts his ear on your chest listening for your heart beat to slow down so he can pull out saftey. When your breathing and heart rate decrease he lifts his chest off on yours.

“Are you ready?” He asks adjusting himself to pull out of you “yes” you say completely void of thought only how wonderful you feel. He holds your upper thighs and slides his cock out slowly when he pulls out the head you both moan from the loss of contact. Slowly you feel his seed trickling out of you. His eyes grow wide and he uses his fingers to push it back inside you. You lift your head to see as he pushes more back in and cups his hand to hold it. “put your legs up” he says quickly thinking. You put your legs up and hold them to your chest.

“How long?” You ask giggling this whole concept so foreign to you “I don’t know but until it takes” he laughs at how absurd he sounds. He grabs a wash cloth and rinses his hands. He turns to check on you and doesn’t like the way you are curled up on the table you look so uncomfortable.

He comes to your side and scoops you into his arms he easily carries you to the bedroom and kicks the door open walking you to the bed and laying you down. It’s so much softer and comfortable for you. He pets your head “ that’s much better “ he says seeing your face relax. He runs to get a washcloth and soaks it with water.

When he returns your still with your knees up. He kneels on the bed in front of you “You can put your knees down now you’ve been so good for me” he says gently as he caresses your thighs. He doesn’t see any more cum spill out of you so he starts undressing you. He uses his hands to slide your panties off with your stockings and fasters. As you lower your legs down he pats and wipes you carefully. He climbs on top of you reaching around your back and unclasping your bra you sit up and pull it off discarding it at the foot of the bed with your panties. He stares at you now fully naked glowing so radiantly from sex. He pulls the covers down behind you and you lift up to pull the covers back over you both as he lays beside you. He kisses your temple staring at the side of you face deep in thought about how much he loves you. He places his and on your stomach thinking about how much he wants his baby growing there, you place your hand on top of his

“honey?” He asks shyly a new thought popping into his head “ yes ” you answer sweetly “I …want to keep those panties with me when I deploy” he divulges.

You blush thinking of what he wants to do with them “Alright I’ll do them with the laundry then the day before you deploy I’ll wear them all day and slip them in your pocket when I kiss you goodbye.” He smiles so big and squeezes you to him. “ I would like that” he says whispering in your ear and kissing it. “And Gale” you ask “yes?” He answers intrigued “I want to write you when I find out if I’m pregnant…” you turn and look into his love filled eyes he wants that more than anything. You kiss his forehead and he tilts your face lower to him and kisses your lips. You reach over his head and click the light off you both rest your eyes and he keeps his hand on your stomach the entire night as you sleep.

~*To Be Continued*~

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rosieofcorona · 5 months

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All We Do Not Say

Hi beloveds! I have crafted a soft little Gale fic for you because it's my firm belief that everyone's favorite wizard deserves all the warmth in the world. 😌 Also on AO3, if you prefer. As always, thank you for reading. 💕

There was a time in his life that Gale could sleep anywhere, provided he had a good book and a space to sit down.

In Waterdeep, he might wake in his armchair or on his balcony with the weight of an ancient tome still resting in his lap, or at his desk, his cheek pressed against parchment. The smell of it, of ink and lignin, would bring him back to his senses before his eyes were fully open, and he’d recall what he’d been studying, and begin reading again.

At home, in his tower, he could do this night after night and still feel mostly rested come morning.

But he is far from his tower, and farther each day.

Perhaps it is the orb that keeps him up as of late, with its insatiable, unnatural hunger, or perhaps it is the tadpole that wriggles and pulses impatiently inside his skull. Or it could, he supposes, be the simpler and less curable matter of aging– an affliction that seems, on occasion, more frightening than either of the others.

Whatever the cause of his recent insomnia, it pulls Gale into a rather distressing cycle– he cannot sleep, so he cannot focus, so he cannot read, so he cannot sleep.

Instead, he finds himself offering to keep watch over camp in the evenings, if only for the distraction. The far-off gibbering of a newborn gnoll, the crunch of foliage under goblin feet, an animal scream– each night a fresh and distant horror calls his mind away from greater threats, from illithids and tadpoles and gods.

It’s an odd remedy, he knows. But the alternative is lying awake in his tent, turning death over and over in his mind until the thought is worn smooth as a river stone.

It works well for a time, keeps his mind on the present and off of some vague, future doom.

That is, at least, until they reach the Underdark.

Deep beneath Faerûn, there is something profoundly disturbing about the lack of…well, everything. They find no grand cities or quaint little villages, few animals and even fewer people.

No trees, no light. No sky.

Most nights spent underground are so quiet that Gale may as well stay in his bedroll, staring up at a canopy of fabric, dark as the velvet earth above them.

He thinks, It is like being buried alive, without even the stars to bear witness.

On these nights he can feel the stones in his head turning over.

Even so, come the evening (or what he guesses is evening), Gale volunteers to stand sentinel for the fifth time in a tenday.

He always asks them after dinner, when his companions are most likely to agree, after his cooking has warmed them and filled their bellies and made them want nothing more than to close their eyes and dream of somewhere, anywhere else.

Tav is the only one who protests with any frequency, the only one who seems to notice that the circles under his eyes are half a shade darker than they were yesterday, when they were half a shade darker than the day before.

Even on nights when she convinces someone else to take his place, he will relieve them after Tav has gone to sleep.

It starts the same way every time.

Gale walks the perimeter in an infinite loop, looking for life in the darkness, illuminated only by the fire in the center of their camp. It makes him feel like a distant planet, nearly untouched by the sun. How strange to think that he’d once felt like the sun itself.

He continues in his orbit until the subterranean cold gnaws at his limbs. It bites down hard on his nose and ears and fingers, chases him back to the fire, back to the light.

Hypnotized by the flames and their radiant warmth, he does not hear the quiet stirring in the tent beyond his own, doesn’t hear the soft approach of nimble feet.

A voice comes to him out of the darkness.

“I hope you’re not keeping watch again.”

“Mystra,” Gale gasps, startled, the goddess’s name invoked in equal parts a prayer, a curse.

“Forgive me,” Tav says, through a laugh she cannot help. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.” If it were anyone else he might be annoyed, or even a little embarrassed– but the sound of her laughter bubbles like seafoam over sand, rushes over and around him. Coupled with the relief that she is not some dreadful creature of the Underdark, he finds it difficult to feel anything besides affection.

“It’s quite alright,” he recovers, with a shake of his head. “You surprised me, that’s all.”

“Then I really hope you’re not keeping watch.”

She is teasing him now, just lightly, a familiar spark of warmth behind her eyes.

It is the same look she gives him when she brings him a new book, or when he cooks for her, or when he tells her about Waterdeep. It is the same look she gave him earlier in the day, when she had offered to brew him a tea that might help him to sleep.

Gale has trouble remembering the last time another looked at him this way, so interested and inviting and earnest.

Perhaps, he thinks, another never has.

“Are you alright?” Tav asks, when he’s been quiet for too long.

“Of course,” he says with the sincerity of a promise, offered with a smile that he hopes will be convincing. “Just lost in thought.”

There is a part of him that doesn’t want to leave it there, that wants to share his every thought with her, his every terror, every dream. She must know that there is more to it, must’ve learned by now to recognize when Gale isn’t telling her everything, but he is grateful that she doesn’t press him, never presses him.

Instead she breaks into a grin and says, “You’re lucky I’m not a bulette.”

“I’m lucky they’re not so light-footed. What are you doing up, anyway?”

“The cold always wakes me, sooner or later,” Tav sighs. “If I’d known it was so godsdamned frigid down here, I might’ve nicked a fur or two from the Zhent.”

It’s Gale’s turn to laugh, though she’s only half-joking.

She’s drawn near to him, to the flames, her palms outstretched, her fingers spread wide as if to grab hold of as much warmth as possible.

“But it’s alright,” she continues, “So as long as I’m close to the fire.”

“Any closer and you’ll be in it, I’m afraid. Perhaps I can help.”

Tav tilts her head and quirks an eyebrow in a curious little expression. “Can you?”

“If you’ll allow me.”

Gale turns to face her fully, and she mirrors him out of instinct.

“Hold out your hands to me,” he says. “Palms together, just barely. Like you’re praying.”

“Like this?” “Like that.”

The spell is one his mother taught him, among the first he’d ever learned.

He still remembers that winter in Waterdeep, when the snow fell hard and fast. When the ice in the harbor kept the ships at arm’s length and the frozen streets shone like glass. He was young then, six or seven, but even now he can feel his small hands in Morena’s, warmed by a word and a touch.

Warm and fed, she used to tell him. That’s how you show someone they’re loved.

Gale cages Tav’s hands lightly in his own, the way he might hold a butterfly. He pushes all thoughts of winter away and calls to mind the rippling heat of summer, an orchard grown fat with peaches, the silvery shimmer of sweat on skin.

The rose-petal flush of a cheek cradled in a hand, her cheek, his hand…

“Calor aestas,” he says quietly, when the image comes into clear view. He feels the cold melt from her fingers, hears the comfortable sigh that follows. “Better?”

“Yes,” she murmurs. “Much.”

She is looking at him now with an intensity he has not seen since the night he first showed her the Weave, all that time ago. The night he saw her thoughts laid bare, had all but felt her lips on his.

Had she seen them now, the visions he had conjured? Had she felt him pull her close in his own mind?

Tav clears her throat softly and he comes back to himself, his heartbeat thrashing wildly in his chest. He realizes with some urgency that he has not let her go and pulls back suddenly, but not without reluctance.

“I hope,” he swallows, trying to compose himself. “I hope it helps you sleep.”

“Do you want me to stay up with you?”

Yes, he thinks selfishly, Yes. Stay up with me, stay close to me, always.

He shakes his head instead. “You should rest while the spell holds.”

“And how long is that?”

“As long as I’m able to concentrate.”

He will think of her hands and their pull on a bowstring, their pluck of a lyre, their grip on a sword. How they weave her own magic, how they cradle a book. How they felt clasped in his, soft and cold.

A focus worth holding, at last.

“Only if it’s no trouble,” she says.

“None at all.”

Gale is grateful that he manages to stop himself, for once, from saying the rest of the thought as it enters his head. I would think of you anyway, magic or no.

Tav takes his hand in hers again, this time to squeeze it fondly.

For a moment, he feels that if he were to die just now– from the orb, from the tadpole, in the jaws of a hungry bulette– it would all have been worth it, for this.

“Thank you, Gale.”

Her smile is warmer than any summer he remembers, brighter than any star he can name.

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galebrainrot2024 · 2 months

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Professor!GalexYouFemReader NSFW18+

NSFW18+ When you (AFAB/Fem Reader) join Gale for the first time in Waterdeep. Contents: edging, oral sex, PIV sex, nipple play, rough sex. Minors DNI

You knuckles rap the bright purple door, pleasantly surprised by the loud coloring. When Gale asked you to move with him to Waterdeep after defeating the Elder Brain, you were hesitant yet had no ties to Baldur’s Gate itself. You were used to roaming, untethered to place or people - the nerves that consumed you were almost enough to send you fleeing in the opposite direction. Almost.

You hear shuffling on the other side, grumbling, and a rancorous crash. You bite your bottom lip to suppress a laugh. “One Moment!” You hear his muffled voice as if he’s underwater. When the door swings open, Gale’s cheeks bloom crimson and a smile slowly inches across his lips. He holds open the door, his arm above him as he leans forward a little. “Hi,” he breathes, “Come in,” he gestures for you to cross the threshold and as you do you feel his hand brush against your lower back.

The walls are lined with books and magical items, fauna, and you notice the absence of Tara. Gale, as if prepared for your question yet asked, says: “Tara won’t be here this afternoon,” he swallows, running a hand through his hair. He seems nervous, a trait you find endearing. “I thought we could use some privacy.”

Your eyebrows shoot up and a grin curls your lips, “Oh? What did you have in mind?”

“Plenty,” he says, and takes your hand and brings it to his lips, “But first, a tour.” He gestures for you to follow as he takes you through the main foyer, papers and diagrams scattered across the room. You look at Gale and his cheeks are red and his skin seems to glow. “Disregard the mess.. I tried to pick up a bit,” he fusses and you give his hand a squeeze. “If you can imagine, it did look significantly worse a few days ago.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less. Besides, you haven’t seen how messy I can get.” It had been about a week since you’d last seen Gale and your body thrummed with arousal merely by his presence. “I wonder…” You say as your hands trail along an intricately carved chaise, the deep green velvet upholstery feels sensual beneath your fingers. He has taste, you’ll give him that. “Humor me?” You breathe, locking eyes with Gale. He tilts his head curiously and nods. “Before you confessed your love to me,” you begin playfully, your fingers tracing up his forearm to brush his jawline. “I imagine you spent quite a bit of time imagining having me…” Gale gulps, his breathing growing ragged as your fingers caress his jawline, the hollow of his throat, and across his collar bone. “Where was the first place you wanted to take me?”

Gale’s mouth falls agape and you smirk, brushing your thumb against his bottom lip and moisten your own. “I -“ Gale steps forward, his hands snaking around your waist and he pulls you to him. “In my study…” he murmurs huskily, his pupils a black abyss of desire. You feel his body quiver with anticipation and your cells match his.

“Show me.” You say, pressing your body against his and you feel him begin to pulse to life, his half-formed erection pressing against your pelvis. You bite down hard on your lip, “Show me how you wanted it in your fantasy.”

“Well -“ his brow furrows and he looks down, almost bashful, before turning his lustful gaze back to you, “if you insist.”

The way he phrases this makes you hesitate, “I do…” You breathe, unsure suddenly.

His hands trail along your waist and down your legs to where your dress flutters against your thighs. He lowers himself to his knees, pushing the fabric up and kisses your inner leg. You feel your knees almost buckle and his fingers trail up and grip the curve of your butt firmly. “The fantasy won’t hold a candle to the reality, I’ll wager…” his hot breath brushes your skin and you whimper unintentionally. You feel him grin against your thigh and your fingers find their way into his hair, pulling him towards your growing arousal. Your wetness spreads and his fingers press firmly over the cloth and across your sex. You feel your body press to his touch and tug at his hair. He chuckles darkly, pressing your center again and you moan. He gives one nibble against your inner thigh and slips his tongue across the cloth before standing. You are trembling, weak, ready to be had.

“Show me.” You demand again and Gale’s smirk sends waves of desire rippling through you.

“Follow me,” he murmurs, his tone laced with his intention. You feel the sticky arousal between your thighs and feel your bud pulse with need. The feeling is primal, urgent. When he brings you into his study, he shuts the door behind you and corners you against it. His hand rests above your head against the door and he leans down to flick his tongue across your neck. Your hips lift into his and you feel his throbbing cock against your leg. You bite down hard on your lip and he hooks his arms beneath your legs and hoists you up, using the door as leverage and kisses you passionately.

His moan courses through you as your tongues firmly massage one another, as you tug on his bottom lip and feel the heat of his mouth against yours. He carries you to his desk and lays you on top of it, his hands pushing your dress higher until your body is freed apart from a small, lacy cloth covering your sex. He moans, cupping your breasts and fondles your nipples and they peak under his caress. You moan and bite your lip, your body squirming as he teases you. He gazes down at your body in admiration before kissing across your collar bone and down your chest, taking one breast into his mouth hungrily. He sucks and swirls his tongue around your nipple before biting down. The pleasure roils through you, every fiber of your being ignited with passionate need.

You allow him to indulge in every part of you. Gale’s breathing is labored and heavy as his lips trailed back up your chest and along your jawline. You pull him to you with his shirt. “Please,” you whimper, “it’s not kind to tease.”

He smirked, murmuring into your ear, “Who said anything about teasing… art calls for patience, time honored, a sensual build…” you sigh and tug at his shirt to lift it over head. Your fingers run along his chest, the soft hairs beneath your skin raising and your fingernails dig into his back. He groans and leans forward to kiss you.

Your body pulses with desire as his teeth graze along your neck, tasting your sweat. You feel Gale's body respond to you, can feel how eager he is for more. You rasp against his skin, “This is torture…” his tongue flicks along the hollow of your throat. His fingers press over your clothed folds and you feel your hips rise to meet the touch. Your underwear are soaked, dripping and you feel him press his fingers harder against you. You moan and he kisses lower, using his teeth to pull the lacy fabric from your body.

As you lay there pathetic and exposed on his desk you see his erection bulging against his clothes. You are eager for him to fill you and your mouth waters. He looks at you like you’re his prey and while holding your gaze, pushes your legs apart. His fingers press into your soft inner thighs and you mewl, earning you a wicked grin. As you watch him lean forward, you feel his breath against your throbbing bud, and raise your hips.

Finally with his hands hooked under your legs, he lowers himself to his knees and brings his mouth to your slick cunt. You cry out immediately, the warmth of his tongue meeting your arousal almost overwhelming. You feel dizzy, sick with pleasure and you feel the vibration of his moan as he feasts on you, pulling you tightly against his mouth, his fingers digging into your thighs as his tongue massages your clit, runs deftly along your outer folds before his tongue enters you. When his tongue slips into your vagina you moan, unhinged and nearly climax.

He pulls back, the evidence of your arousal sticking to his beard and he wipes it with his thumb before licking it off. His eyes roll back and he groans as he tastes you. Your lips part and you arch into him, your hand moving to the back of his head to bring him back between your legs. He grunts and obliges happily, his warm, soft tongue greeting your arousal.

Gale brings one of his hands to your clit, his thumb circling the sensitive bud in tandem with his tongue before he slips two fingers into you, all while licking and sucking, a man starved. You whimper and your thighs try to squeeze shut but he holds them firmly open, slipping another finger inside of you and thrusts hard, deep into the sensitive crevice and you cry out his name.

You are so close to finishing when he pulls back fully, his face flushed and wide with desire. You frown and whimper, pleading, trying to get him to return. Instead, he gives a fiendish look - “Ah, love, let me take my time…” he says, his fingers pressing into your hips as he stands. As you lay there, a mess, he watches you watch him undo his pants and underwear, removing both. His cock stands alert, eager, and your eyes widen. You need him and he knows it.

He steps closer, the tip of his erection pressing against your wet folds and you moan, gripping the desk. Gale takes your legs, raising them to rest against both of his shoulders and one hand cups your neck and face, the other wraps around your waist for purchase. He teases you, sliding his cock between you thighs and not quite entering. You feel your eyes flutter, needing the friction, needing him to be inside you. “Gale, please…” you beg, arching your hips, trying to find him and he presses you back, enjoying himself.

He leans forward, adjusting before slipping the tip of his erection into you. You both moan in unison, the initial stretch somehow the most erotic. He pushes into you deliberately, with an almost painful slowness. The hand that grips your face and neck tightens and you gasp, aroused by the possessive grip. You feel him shudder when he enters you fully, his girth pressing against the walls of your sensitivity. The angle allows him to enter completely and despite his best efforts, Gale begins to thrust roughly into you. His movements are fluid, gentle yet carnal and you buck your hips, rolling them to allow him deeper. This earns you a guttural moan and a hard thrust, you yelp and does it again with more force. You know you’ll bruise, feeling his cock pound deeply inside of you, thrumming against the farthest reaches of you.

His pace quickens, your bodies desperate for release, desperate for one another and he leans down to kiss you. The kiss is wet, sloppy, and he thrusts almost violently into you. Your hips raise in the same rhythm, the symphony of your ragged breathing and moans mingling together to fill the room. His grunts echo off the walls and your bodies slide against one another, the heat of your bodies forming a light sheen of sweat. You press into him, needing more and his hand grips your face as he kisses you possessively. His tongue forces its way into your mouth and you moan and feel him thrust deeper, the force sending your mind swimming. Your moves grow frantic, the carnal lust all-consuming until your bodies are rocking aggressively against one another. By the way his fingers press into you, you know the delicate skin is bruising and you relish in the sweet mix of gentle pain and pleasure.

The movements make the desk shake beneath you, the contents beginning to fall to the floor, which encourages Gale to push deeper until you feel yourself clench around him, both of your bodies shuddering when you cry out, feeling his hot climax shoot into you and yours responds in kind, releasing your own wet finish. Gale collapses against you, clinging and pulling you to him as your bodies twitch and tumble off the edge of pure bliss. He stays within you for a moment, his face nestled into the crook of your neck and your arms wrap tightly around him. You both sigh, trying to catch your breath.

Once your bodies return to stasis, he pulls back and brushes the hair from your face and smiles. He caresses your cheek, rubbing his thumb against it, “The first of a thousand more ways I plan to indulge in you…” he whispers, “I love you, and I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life by your side.”

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alessiathepirate · 11 months

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Scream

REFLECTION: Stu Macher x fem!reader; Billy Loomis x fem!reader

Summary: As she looks around the shrine, she can't help but reflect on how she has become who she is...

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

This is the craziest thing I've ever written... I hope you'll enjoy reading it :)

Warnings: SPOILERS! (for mainly Scream 1, 5 and 6), unhealthy relationships, mental instability, blood, violence, referenced death

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Walking around the shrine and examining the collection of sold evidence made her realize that she is walking down memory lane. The knives, the clothes and the memories of the people who once owned them were all parts of her life; were all parts of her actions and then the consequences of those which made her into who she is today.

She wasn't the only one thinking that. It was enough to look at everyone else's expression to know they too were overcome by memories. They were all parts of the still ongoing franchise, they are still playing their parts in it, even if nowadays they have new friends to either suspect or worry about.

The most interesting and with that scariest part of the shrine was the costumes. All of them thoughtfully put to place, still holding the blood and DNA of both victim and killer.

That was the aspect she seemed interested in. Walking up towards it, ignoring the others' voices got her to a whole another world.

Nothing else, but her and the costume, her and her memories, her and her reflection on the glass.

'Billy Loomis' was carved into the cabinet where the glass ended, making the whole thing look like a trophy. It was one perhaps, but not without its pair. She never understood how only one was thought about as the original, when clearly two should've been put behind that glass.

Looking at the costume and then at the knife while she could see her reflection, let some pushed away memories up to the surface.

They were either memories from 1996 or the years before that and even though she should've thought about them as the lies and as the worst memories of her life, she liked those - maybe a bit too much. Even though everyone except the psychos out there thought about Woodsboro and about Billy Loomis and Stu Macher as a very dark part of a long timeline, she couldn't agree with them. She accepted that they are right. Murders aren't acceptable, threats aren't acceptable... But other than her moral code nothing else in her wanted to see that.

She didn't want to see that, because 1996 was the best year of her life - and the years before that held her happiest memories.

She remembered how she befriended the boys - Billy and Stu - and how through them she got to know Sidney, Tatum and Randy. But even though she liked all of them, her relationship with the two boys was stronger than others.

"I thought you invited me over to study." she remembered herself saying on a winter day after she arrived at Stu's place. Even now thinking about is, she still wanted to laugh at how quickly they took her backback and helped her take off her coat.

"Yes, but this is more important than some sappy project about Romeo and Juliet." Stu explained after he threw her backpack next to the coat hanger, stopping her from picking it up. He then put his hands on her shoulders, pushing her towards the living room.

"You mean the Hamlet. We have to make the project about the Hamlet. Sidney has to make one about Romeo and Juliet."

"Whatever! We can do that later, but now look at what we've got for you."

She looked at Billy with a smile. He held a video tape in his hands.

"What's that?" she asked with a small giggle, because Stu put his whole bodyweight on her as he hugged her and they almost fell.

"We'll have a movie night. We never had one with you so now it's time to make up for the lost time."

"All right, you've got me." she chuckled after she got out of Stu's grip, because he started to tickle her. "What are we watching?"

"You said you've never seen Halloween-"

"So let me guess, we are watching Halloween?"

They did. And they most definitely haven't done any schoolwork that day. They just sat on the couch with her in the middle. She had some popcorn in her lap. Her back was pushed against Stu's shoulder while her legs were stretched out across Billy's thighs.

And the amout of information she recieved... They used this and that for blood, they did this scene like this, that actor can be seen in another horror movies as well... It wasn't annoying at all. In fact she hadn't had more fun watching Halloween since that day.

The only problem they had was the fact that she wasn't scared - at all.

"What, you want me to climb on top of you in fear?" she joked and threw a piece of popcorn at Stu after she saw his expression and deduced the things he wanted to say. "Besides it's pretty hard to get scared if I have to sit between two experts who spoil everything."

She wanted to say that they were friends. And they were, she knew they thought about her as a friend at the start as well. Even though later she understood that that day they just wanted to test her and her fears. They wanted to see her reactions to know if she's really who they thought she was.

But later there started to be one issue in that friendship. Friends don't kiss. They don't make out or cuddle like couples do.

God, how awful she felt! She couldn't look Sidney or Tatum in the eye for weeks, and she had to avoid the boys for a while.

Her first ever kiss happened between her and Stu. It was very close to the end of a school year and his parents were away again. She had that strange feeling in her chest that said she's letting him down if she lets him be alone in that house. So she went there and baked some cookies with him to make sure he's happy - even though she's never seen him make the smallest frown.

And then it just happened.

First they joked around, made a mess in the kitchen and were about the start cleaning when he leaned in and kissed her.

Her first reaction was to freeze and just stand there in shock. But later she kissed back and held onto his shoulders, fearing she'll fall.

She didn't.

Her waist just touched the kitchen counter.

Thinking about it still made her stomach feel empty, her throat dry and her cheeks red. It was the softest kiss she's ever shared with anyone. She never imagined Stu to be able to kiss someone softly, but it seemed like she was wrong.

"This- isn't right." she said after the kiss ended and the sudden guilt overtook her. "You are dating Tatum. She's my friend. This isn't-"

"Why can't it be right if it feels good?"

She left his house that afternoon in a hurry, afraid to look back, knowing that if she did she'd go back in a heartbeat.

Kissing Billy Loomis was a whole another dimension. She knew he knew about what happened; she later realized he used that knowledge to weaken her and get what he wants.

He climbed through her window one evening and after she let him in, he started some small talk with her about movies. He didn't ask her about Stu or about the kiss, he just talked about the smallest things possible.

"Are you okay?" he later asked, after she answered with short sentences.

"Yeah."

"You're a horrible liar." he said with a smirk. "I can tell. I've known you far too long."

And that sentence alone made her tell him everything. And after he comforted her and hugged her, he ran his fingers along her cheek and then her hair. She looked up at him with a slight blush.

"Can I kiss you?"

That evening she had her second kiss with Billy Loomis, knowing she's the worst friend in existence.

It was a lot of back and forth from then on, until everything seemed to get back on track... Until the murders started to happen.

And during those days when the attacks happened, when she wasn't comfortable staying home alone they weakened her. During those moments they started to form a weird understanding - they are friends, but with something else... They had some great movie nights, they hugged more than usual. She started to feel happy, living in denial.

And then at that party the reveal happened. The reveal that changed everything. She still remembered the blood, the way Randy was lying on the ground. The house she knew like the back of her hand became something unknown and scary. She remembered how scared Sidney was, she remembered the betrayal she felt when she had to look the boys she loved in the eye.

It was like she was in a movie they were explaining all those times. Almost everything felt familiar yet surprising. The twist was right, the corn syrup was from Carrie, the 'we all go a little mad sometimes' line was known by her... She knew everything yet she was still surprised.

But the way they spoke to her, the way they touched her or hugged her with that wicked grin on their faces was something soft. Something what felt comfortable and good.

And then...

"-final girl." her eyes became teary as she looked at Billy who still kept Sidney at the counter with the knife. She was thankful she didn't have to look at the edge of it. "Every horror movie needs a final girl. Remember when we explained it to you darling?"

She did.

"Well guess what, you got that role in our movie."

And she understood. She understood why they watched all those scary movies with her, why they explained all the production secrects...

But making her partake in it also meant they were sure she'd never snitch them out. And as she watched them she realized she wouldn't.

"Are you okay?" she got back to reality as a hand touched her shoulder.

"Yeah. I am. I just- remembered something." she answered as Sam, the daughter of Billy Loomis stood next to her, looking at the costume as well.

"You knew him, right?"

"Yes." she answered, not daring to tell the whole story behind that knew.

They stood there next to each other as she thought about Stu and Billy again. The blood after they stabbed the other was gushing from the wounds. And as they raised the knife again and again she saw her reflection on the bloody iron. Her reflection what was full of worry, but the fear was completely missing.

"Do you ever think about him?" Sam asked making her consider what she should reply.

"Sometimes, but it's more like a them. You can't have any memories of one of them without the other."

"They went crazy and stabbed you... I guess it really is hard to think about just one of them. Or about anything happy with them."

" 'We all go a little mad sometimes.' " she quoted, but after realizing Sam doesn't know the meaning of the sentence, she continued: "I still have some happy memories, you know. They played their roles quite well."

She touched the right part of her stomach, where the scar was still visible. The wound she got from them wasn't deep. They made sure it wasn't. But it still hurt, no matter how much Stu hugged her.

Looking at the costume behind the glass made her realize how much she misses them. No matter what they've done, what they made her into, she still loved them. They had a special kind of connection. She was their final girl - that part of the plan worked out flawlessly.

Sam opened the cabinet and she examined her expressions with a raised eyebrow.

"We need a weapon. For defense." she explained and took the still bloody knife.

"You aren't like him, you know. At all." she said, looking at the way Sam is holding the weapon as she took the handle of the cabinet and pushed Sam back a little.

She took a deep breath before she slammed the glass door shut, almost being unable to hide a smile at the sound of glass breaking. She looked at her reflection one last time as it broke to millions of tiny pieces.

Sam jumped a little and she could already hear Gale calling out from behind her.

Moments later she was hugged as different people muttered 'it's okay's. They thought it was an accident, it was completely accidental.

It wasn't. She just doesn't like injustice.

Gale was hugging her. She didn't know the truth, nor did Sidney or Kirby. Sometimes she thought maybe Randy has been the only one who suspected something.

She hid her feelings well and she burried the fact that she wanted Billy and Stu to succeed deep in herself.

As she looked at Ethan Landry above Gale's shoulder she noticed the slight headtilt and curious smile he couldn't hide. He turned towards detective Bailey for only a second, but it was enough for her to know the truth.

Their eyes met.

She tried not to smile as she acknowledged that they are now sharing each others secrets. After all: it takes one to know one.

#scream #scream x reader #billy loomis #stu macher #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis x fem!reader #stu macher x reader #stu macher x fem!reader #billy loomis x stu macher x reader #randy meeks #gale weathers #sidney prescott #tatum riley #samantha carpenter #ethan landry #detective bailey #kirby reed

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quartz-crow · 3 months

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Bleeding Heart - Pt. 2 (Astarion x reader)

Hope you guys enjoy

Read part one here 🌿✨

Chapter 2

Astarion stared out across the harbour. The sea was slightly dappled in the moonlight, but it didn’t shimmer that much for it was a still evening. He almost wished it had been stormy night - for he would have quite enjoyed watching the waves swell as the skies thundered above. At least then it would have matched his thoughts - as dramatic as that must have seemed. The high-elf rested his chin in his hand and exhaled a lengthy sigh. He hadn’t felt quite this way… well, as far as he could remember, not for at least two hundred years. He hadn’t felt worry’s hands clawing at his very being in quite this way for a long time. When Tav had fallen out of the sky earlier… well, she had refused to look at him for some odd reason. And that was even considering the fact that he had carried her back the way to camp - despite Karlach’s pleas to ‘have a turn to help’ as she so put it. No, instead her eyes had been shut or fixated on the ground below. What’s more, she wouldn’t speak… not at all. It was as if she were lifeless in his arms… and it reminded him of the victims he had brought back for Cazador. The very comparison made his stomach churn. He couldn’t even bear to contemplate the thought of ever hurting her - no, he’d rather throw himself onto an open fire. He felt sick.

“Is… Astarion alright?” Shadowheart asked softly from where she sat beside the campfire. She had been watching Astarion for a little while and she noticed that her rogue comrade hadn’t moved from the shore for a few hours now. Gale sighed and glanced up from his book. He had been enjoying refamiliarising himself with various rare cantrips and potions - that was before he had been interrupted, of course. Regardless, he too observed Astarion’s figure in the distance for a few moments.

Both the wizard and cleric watched on in horror as Astarion suddenly haunched over and started to vomit. After composing himself, Astarion glared towards the campfire, causing both Gale and Shadowheart to quickly look away. “I didn’t know vampires could be sick” Shadowheart muttered after a few minutes of silence. “Oh yes,” Gale replied softly, “Unlike what folk law may suggest, vampires aren’t too dissimilar to you and I… Although, I’ve never sunk my teeth into a woman in quite such a literal way”. Shadowheart’s nose curled up in disgust, “Gale. That isn’t funny”. Gale chuckled and closed his book, before carefully placing it on the ground beside him. “I’m kidding! Well, kind of, but let’s not forget that Astarion isn’t quite a vampire… he’s sort of a half-mortal, being a vampire spawn after all”. Shadowheart cautiously picked at the bread in her lap, “I know that, but still… he’s not being his usual narcissistic self”. Gale raised a wily brow, “…Is that such a bad thing?”. “No… I suppose not. I was just wondering if his odd behaviour had anything to do with Tav falling from the sky earlier”.

The wizard’s eyes slowly flickered across at Halsin’s tent on the other side of camp. The druid had been talking to Tav for a little while now - apparently he was testing out her reflexes and whatnot after the fight earlier. “I imagine he’s just worried about her”. Shadowheart furrowed her brow, “He’s not the only one who is you know.”. Gale smiled softly. He was almost taken aback by Shadowheart’s open affection for their friend. “Shadowheart” he spoke gently “You know that’s not what I meant… We all care about Tav, she means a great lot to us all. But you know how she and Astarion are together…”. Shadowheart sighed and tossed her bread onto the open fire. “I know”.

You blearily watched Halsin as he ground up a few herbs in a pestle and mortar. Candlelight flickered softly within Halsin’s tent and whilst it would have normally been comforting, you couldn’t help but see Astarion’s face in every shadow. You had spent the entire evening retelling your vision to Halsin and now your eyes throbbed in pain from all the crying you had done. “I’m sorry Halsin” you whimpered as you wrapped his blanket around your shoulders. The aroma of lavender calmed your senses as Halsin continued to grind the herbs in front of you. You watched as the mixture slowly turned from a gritty paste into a silvery liquid. Halsin reached for a small cup, which he had obviously carved out of pine at some point. He slowly poured the liquid into the cup. Once it was full, he raised his palm above the mixture and ran his index finger clockwise along the ring. “Somnus angélus”. Halsin had murmured so faintly that it was only just about audible to your ears. Orange droplets fell from his palm as he repeated the charm. These droplets slowly trickled into the cup, which shone brightly with magic. “Here” he leaned forward to pass you the cup, “It’s not much, but it should keep the dreams at bay for tonight”. You took the cup and cautiously watched as the orange droplets glimmered from within the liquid. “Thank you Halsin, but I don’t think I can drink this… What if Othim needs to talk to me?”.

Halsin stared at you. He took in each inch of your frame… your shoulders seemed to carry the weight of the world, and now your eyes were equally as heavy with worry. Despite previously telling him about your encounters with Othim over the past few months, Halsin had his doubts about how much this dream visitor of yours was to be trusted. “Friend, please drink… He’s already proven that you don’t have to be asleep for him to reach you”. You frowned and slowly nodded. Yes, that seemed to be the truth as you had learnt from today. You were so incredibly exhausted… not only from the day of physical excursion but also from how you had tortured yourself with… well, the image of Astartion killing all those peo - no, stop! You squeezed your eyes shut and quickly took a swig of the liquid. Thankfully, it tasted not unlike peppermint tea. With a sigh you placed the little wooden cup down, “Thank you Halsin… I.. thank you”. Halsin nodded and smiled softly. He readjusted himself to sit beside you and gently wrapped an arm around you. You felt your eyes grow wearier. You could feel the warmth of the potion as it slowly made its way down your throat… and as it went, it was as if all the pain was lifted from your physical body. “It’s okay” Halsin murmured as you leant your body against his. He rested his chin on top of your head as you dozed off to sleep. He vowed to himself that he would stay awake all night if you needed him to. The wood-elf had a tremendous amount of respect for you, not only as a leader but as a friend too… and through all the months of knowing you, he had never seen you in so much pain.

As such, he wanted to help you in any way he could.

#astarion fanfic #astarion x you #astarion x reader #bg3 astarion #astarion #halsin #halsin x reader #astarion x tav #bg3 x you #bg3 x reader #bg3 tav #bg3 fanfiction #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #shadowheart #gale of waterdeep #fem reader #reader insert #halsin x tav

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newtabfics · 5 months

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Can I get uhhhh, reader worshipping Gale sexual style please? In Gales playthrough it is mentioned he loves being worshipped and obeyed and I'd do whatever this rizzard tells me to do, I'd get on my knees for this man and suck out his soul from his pp zooweemama

I finally got around to writing this. I'm still not over the last sentence ehehehe

Also ngl, this might kickstart a whole "Gale needing to be worshipped in every possible way" miniseries...TEE HEE

Gale gasped when her lips wrapped around his length. He gripped the blanket under him tight in one fist as he tried to muffle himself behind his hand.

If Y/N's lips weren't stretched around his cock, he knew she'd be smirking at him. He just knew this by that look in her eye as she bobbed her head along his length and used her hand to pump him as she did.

She was practically swallowing every inch she could as she slurped loudly around him.

"That's it, my love," He moaned softly, head falling back as he tried to resist grabbing her hair.

As if taunting him, she pulled his fist from his mouth and guided it to her hair, not daring to pull her mouth away from the feast that was his dick throbbing in her throat.

She dragged her tongue carefully along the vein under his shaft before moving back with a pant. She was gasping for air as she rubbed the swollen tip against her tongue, fist pumping him slowly.

"Gale," She moaned hotly. "Wanna...be good for you."

Gale shivered, licking his lips. "Careful. Treading into dangerous waters, my love. I might not be so merciful."

Y/N smirked and kissed his hip. "I don't want mercy," She hummed. "I want my wizard to use my body to his advantage and teach it everything he likes."

His eyes darkened as he watched her, lightly gripping her hair testingly. "You're certain?" He asked. At her nod, he quickly shoved his cock back into her throat, watching her eyes widen as she gagged slightly. "Then learn to breathe with my dick stretching your throat."

He began to thrust into her throat, watching her eyes flutter happily. It was like she was content as long as she got to taste him.

Gale bit his lip as he gripped her hair tighter, feeling her throat constricting as she gagged around him. He watched her eyes water as he forced her to deepthroat him.

"Fuck yes," He moaned softly, back arching as he kept thrusting into her mouth. "Oh fu-fuck my love."

He looked down again and bit his lip, watching her spit forming at the corners of her mouth as she messily took his length.

"Fuck yes," He moaned again. "Good girl. Taking–me so well, oh fuck."

Y/N felt pride swelling in her chest as he began to babble excitedly for her. She squeezed his thighs gently as she pressed her own together, swallowing and sucking him down eagerly.

At her hum of approval, Gale grunted and buried his cock into her throat. His orgasm made him twitch and gasp for air as Y/N's tongue rubbed perfectly to work him through it as she swallowed as much as she could.

He bit his lip as he watched a few drops leak from the corner of her mouth before she tapped his thigh, pulling off slowly. She gulped down what she could as she panted softly.

Gale's cock twitched as he watched her lick the seed from her lips as she met his gaze.

"More?" She asked simply.

"More," He said lowly, eyes studying the way she was squirming with her arousal. "I need more of you, my dear."

#gale x fem!reader #gale dekarios #gale smut #gale dekarios smut #bg3 smut #bg3 fic #ask me stuff #ask request #drabble

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baby-alien11 · 1 year

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being in a relationship with Chad and Liv

Some would think that living in a small town like Woodsboro will be fun and quiet, but after the mass murders that had happened since the 90's and the Stab franchise nothing was the same

Fortunately, you grew up with a nice group of friends who almost everyone (rarely) had a relation with previous victims from past ghostfaces, being Tara and you the only ones who weren't related to them

But the one who you were most close, was Chad

While growing up, you often spend time in your houses, it didn't matter if it were to do homework, play, watch movies or simply spend time doing nothing

Being that close, meant that your parents were also close due to your friendship

Sometimes when you spend time in the Meeks-Martin house, you would scape to Mindy's room to watch true crimes videos or documentaries

Ending in a small discussion between the twins about spending time with you

All that closeness between you and Chad developed into a relationship when you were starting high school

Basically, things stayed like before, except that now there were kisses and playful touches between the two

And also intimacy moments

During the most part of high school, the two of you were the perfect example of childhood friends to lovers and kinda like the perfect couple

And then, Liv McKenzie entered both of your lifes

"Who is that?", you asked to no one after saw her walking in the hallways, "I love her pink hair"

"That's Liv, we work together", Tara who was with you and Chad at that moment, answered

"She looks nice", Chad commented

After that moment, you and Chad often tried to be close to Liv due to curiosity and interest towards her

Which she gladly accepted because she felt comfortable around you two

It wasn't until a few weeks later, that you and Chad realised that both of you developed feelings towards Liv

Realising that, you and Chad talked about the situation for a few hours, you two went to the conclusion tthat both of you liked Liv and wanted to try a relation of three

But first of all, you needed to talk to her to know her opinions

"Hey, Liv", you called her while you were getting your nails done, "How you feel about consensual relationships of three people"

"I think they're interesting", she responded, "I guess it's more fun and all that, why the cuestion?"

"Simple curiosity", you shrugged, "Chad and I are going bowling tonight, want to come?"

"Sure"

Having that answer, you and Chad decided to wait a few days to tell Liv about your feelings

The day when you both decided to tell her about having a relationship of three, Chad and you decided to do it in a comfortable place, which was your place

When Liv arrived, you led her to your room when Chad was waiting

Explaining everything to her on how you and Chad like her and how both of you developed feelings towards her, ending with the proposal of becoming a throuple

With fear for her answer, you both listened what she had to say

Sighing in relief when Liv also said that she liked both of you, starting a relationship that same day

The next day at school, when the three of you entered taking hands no one was surprised because of your closeness

But when you three shared a kiss before going to your classes everyone lost their minds

"What the hell?", Wes murmured

"Y/N likes girls and didn't tell me?", Mindy exclaimed, "I'm her best friend!"

"I kinda see it coming", Amber commented

"Same, they often spend all the time together, it was a matter of time", Tara agreed

Liv was an artistic person, and she had her collection of different pencils of color, markers, paints, etc, so both of you often, mostly because of boredom, used the markers to color on Chad's tattoos

One time, accidentally use the permanent ones, so he had to go like that during a few days

For a few months, things were good

Until Tara was attacked by Ghostface

With the attacks back in town, Chad had the idea that the three of you had the FindMyFam app to keep track on each other

But Liv and you rejected the idea

Also it wasn't very helpful to the situation, that Liv's ex hook up was around

"Oh shit, is that...Vince?", Liv interrupted the conversation about Ghostface

Hearing that, you and Chad were the first to alert noticing the guy a few metters away

"Wait, the creep you hooked up with last summer?", Chad asked

"Yeah, he worked with me and Tara"

"Babe, your taste got better after waisting your time with the creep", you commented while circling her waist with your arms

"He worked with Tara?", Amber asked with interest

"He's been stalking my Instagram the last couple weeks, posting the creepiest shit"

"Probably time to introduce him to Hobbs and Shaw", Chad said refering to his muscled arms

"All the time that Mindy and I spend watching true crime videos, is finally paying off", you add with a playful smile, "I know how to hide a body without leaving evidence"

After hearing that Tara had woken up, all the group, except for Liv, went to the hospital, were a few time later, Tara's sister, Sam along her boyfriend Richie arrived

Things got worse after the first attack, because after a discussion between Chad and Vince at a bar, the older one was founded dead, and in the hospital, Sam was attacked by Ghostface

The next morning, Sam called to a reunion in the twins house to find a solution about the situation

Thanks to the fact that you, Liv and Chad slept in there to feel more secure, which Mindy took every opportunity to tease the three of you

Sleeping in the same bed, implied that during the night the three of you often change positions, almost always ending with one of them falling of the bed, mostly Chad

But that helped to feel a little more relaxed

Also, there was the fact that Martha, the twins' mom, loved Liv and you like daughters, so she didn't have a problem with the three of you hanging out in her house

During the meeting, Sam revealed that her father was Billy Loomis, one of the original killers

That revelation and the connection in the kills, ended up with Mindy saying a monologue about how all of you were in a 'requel' and only legacy characters die

Unfortunately, these rules didn't apply because Wes, Sheriff Jude and Dewey died

Due to that, Amber had the "great" idea to host a party in honnor of Wes

"I hate this house", you said while you and Liv waited for Chad who was looking for drinks, "People died and was stab in here"

"It has bad vibes", Liv agreed, "I don't know how Amber can live in here"

"That's a little suspicious now that you said it, why live in the murder house?"

"Beautiful ladies, your drinks and boyfriend are here", Chad interrumpted handing the drinks

After a little while, with the drinks forgotten in the center table, the three of you started to get a little more passionate

When suddenly Liv broke the moment to confess that she was ready to elevate things in the relationship

While you were happy that she felt comfortable with having sex, Chad on the other hand, rejected the idea

And ruin it by implying that Liv might be the killer, which ended up in her leaving mad

"Okey, I'm going to follow her and try to fix this", you said to Chad standing up from the couch, "When we back you are going to apologize"

"I didn't meant to make her mad", Chad defended himself

"I know, but you did, so think about what you are going to say to apologize"

"Are you taking your personal defense keychain?"

"As always!", that was the last thing you said after leaving the house

While crossing the front yard, you took the keychain in between your hands firmly to start walking in the streets, founding her in the middle of her way home

"Liv!", you yelled gainning her attention whitout stopping to run towards her, "Wait!"

"Y/N, babe what are you doing?", Liv exclaimed hugging you, "There's a killer on the streets!"

"I know, but I'm sorry for what Chad said, he was wrong, but he's a little paranoid about this shitty situation"

"So you came to apologize in his behalf?"

"No, I came to look for you so he can apologize"

"Are you serious?"

"Of course I do", you said while taking her hans, "Babe, we love you, and yes Chad was an idiot for implying that, and that's why he wants to apologize, so can we go back and be the happy throuple that we are?"

"Okay"

During the walk towards Amber's house, Liv realised that she left her phone at that house, which was weird because she always had it in her purse

When you arrived at the house, the horrible scene of Chad laying on the grass covered in blood and cuts was the first thing you saw

Inmediatly, both of you run towards him to see how bad he was

"He has pulse!", you anounced with tears after checking his vital signs, "Fuck! What the hell happened?"

"I'll go alert the others", Liv said standing up to run inside the house

"Be careful", you exclaimed before returning your attention to your boyfriend while applying presure to some cuts, "Don't worry babe, everything is gonna be okay"

Without stopping to apply preasure, you managed to call 911 to ask for help

Unfortunately, things inside the house ddin't seem well becuase all the noise from gunshots, screams and hits making you feel scared for your girlfriend and friends

During the sunrise, all was over in time when the police and ambulances arrived at the place

Quickly, Chad was put in one of them to threat his injuries while you stayed by his side

But everything went down when both of you knew that Liv was a victim of the killers, who were Amber and Richie

Hearing the fate of your girlfriend, Chad and you started crying in pain due to the loss of the girl you loved

During the funeral that was a few days after, both of you tried to stay strong for Liv's family, but it was hard because all the memories that you shared

"Guys, I want to thank you for making my daughter happy", Liv's mom said during the reception at the McKenzie home, "At the beggining I wasn't sure about the whole throuple thing, but she was happy"

"We loved her very much", you said trying to contain the tears

"She was so special to us", Chad added

"And I wanted for you to had something from her"

"Mrs McKenzie, that is not necessary", you tried to argue

"Please, I know is what she wanted", Liv's mom insisted, "Please"

At the end, both of you ended up choosing some scrunchies and accesories that she often use

Also, when Chad was full recovered, the two of you decided to have a small tattoo of the letter "L" in the left wrist in her memorie

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tumbleweed-run · 6 months

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Living

Kinktober Day 28 Body Worship TW negative self image/self esteem issues

You stare into the mirror and sigh at the reflection looking back. She’s you, that’s for sure, but she isn’t the you you were several months ago. There a many yous scattered throughout your past but this change seems to bother you more for whatever reason. Possibly because this is the first time you’ve noticed the transition. There was a you before the nautaloid as well but she disappeared so quickly, the moment that the tadpole crawled into your eye.

This new you has a very attentive boyfriend who cooks the most delicious homecooked meals. She likes laying in bed late into the morning reading books just because she can. She spends many evenings in restaurants being served food made by the best cooks in Waterdeep. She isn’t fighting for her life anymore and because of that her, your, body has changed.

That you that existed in tandem with the tadpole died with the elder brain. She was a fierce warrior, pushing her body and mind far past their limits in every way. Places that had been hard bone and sharp angles were now covered in soft flesh. Your stomach curves softly out instead of sinking in further with each meal divided into six (then seven, then nine, and so on) portions to provide for everyone in camp.

Gale hasn't breathed a word about this new body. He wouldn’t be so crass as to comment on your body like that, and yet you still worry. The you he fell in love with was that warrior, not this new person. You’re very different both physically and mentally from the person he asked to marry him.

“You look unhappy,” Gale says behind you, startling you. He sounds bothered.

You shrug and turn away from the mirror, searching the room with your eyes for your robe. Gale gets to it first and holds it up, making it easier for you to slide into it. It’s easier not to think of these things while covered up.

“I’m just thinking,” you answer finally.

“About?” Gale prompts, his eyebrows are creased in concern. You consider pulling him down to press a kiss there, to smooth them, but refrain. Instead you make your way to the door.

“How different everything is,” it’s another careful answer, neither truthful nor untruthful.

Gale follows you from the bathroom and into the hall, keeping a distance between the two of you.

“That makes you unhappy?” He sounds more concerned, and you can’t help but realize maybe there are changes to this new, not-tadpole, not-Mystra, Gale that keep him up at night, too.

You sigh, heading towards the bedroom. You want to curl up in the soft sheets and duvet and forget all of this. “I’m happy with our life,” you reassure him as you push open the door.

Gale follows you into the room but moves to sit on the bed as you wander over to the dresser to find your night clothes. “Then what is it?” he asks. “This isn’t the first time I’ve found you frowning lately. If something is bothering you, I want to know. I can help.” He sounds so earnest in his belief that he can make everything better for you that you can’t help but smile.

“You can’t make this better,” you find yourself loathe to admit this, and you turn to look at him, “I just have to get used to it.”

Gale shifts on the bed, turning towards you. “No,” he insists, “you shouldn’t get used to things that bother you.”

“Gale, you can’t fix this,” you say finally, gesturing vaguely to your body, voice louder than you’d meant it to be. You wince afterward.

Gale rises to stand all of a sudden, face pulled together in confusion. “I need you to be more specific about what ‘this’ is,” he says.

“Me,” your voice is softer this time as you admit it.

“There’s nothing to fix about you,” he says even as you watch a slow comprehension crawl across his face.

“I’m different than I was when you met me. I’m different than I was before the nautiloid even,” you try and explain.

Gale snorts a laugh. “We all are. None of us who went through that are the same,” he says, taking a step towards you, reaching out as if to pull you to him. But then he stops abruptly. You watch the rest of your meaning dawns on him. You look down at your feet but not before you see an unpleasant look pass across his face.

“Unless you’re not speaking solely about our personalities,” his words are carefully measured.

You nod. Even though you can feel that he’s growing annoyed, you’ve always done your best not to lie to him. You won't start now.

Gale closes the distance between the two of you and takes your chin in his hand, pushing it up so you look at him. “What do you mean?”

You sigh, eyes darting away from his. “I don’t look the same,” you mumble.

Despite your mumbled words, Gale has clearly heard them. His fingers twitch against your jaw as if to resist gripping you tighter. “Of course not,” his voice still sounds very controlled.

You risk looking at him, and you find his face is nearly blank. His eyes aren’t, though. He seems angry. You pull away, but he catches the tie of your robe before you can get too far and holds you in place.

“Let me wallow in my self-loathing,” you say, still trying to step away, “I’ll be more cheerful in the morning.”

Another snort, this one sounds less amused. “You might be in the morning, but this isn’t the first time I've caught these looks on your face,” he insists. Gently, he moves his hand to tug the knot you’ve tied loose. He allows it to drop, and your robe falls open.

“I love this body,” Gale says as he gently pushes the fabric from your shoulders. Your robe pools to the floor, leaving you standing naked once more.

He leans down to you and presses a kiss to your lips and lingers there until you return it. Gale then leans in and kisses you with intensity until you can barely breathe. “I love these lips,” he says when he finally pulls away. “And not just for how they look wrapped around my cock,” he grins wickedly, “but for every thoughtful word, for every time you tell me you love me.”

He trails his kisses off and down your neck. You gasp when you feel him pull the skin he finds there into his teeth. He sucks for a moment and you realize he’s deliberately leaving a mark. After a moment, he seems satisfied and allows his lips to trail to your shoulders.

“I love these because you readily accept the weight of the world onto them,” he kisses across your collarbone to your other shoulder, “time and time again.”

Gale takes hold of your hand and raises your arm, kissing a path towards your hand. He stops briefly in the bend of your elbow and teases his tongue against it forcing a choked laugh from you. You feel his lips curl, pleased with himself, before he continues. “I love watching you page through books or pen letters to our friends,” he says before gently pressing a kiss to the tip of each of your fingers.

“Not just when I wrap them around your cock?” You tease, voice rough for some reason.

Gale grins and nips at the pad of your thumb before returning his lips to your collarbone. “I won’t lie. I’m very fond of watching when they do that.”

He begins kissing lower. Slowly, Gale trails his kisses back and forth across the skin of your chest. You realize you’re holding your breath by the time he finally gets to your breasts. Somehow, he manages to cover every inch of your breasts before pressing a kiss to each of your nipples. “I love these,” he grins up at you, “for all the dirty reasons you’re thinking.”

He pulls the nipple in front of him into his mouth, and you gasp, back arching to him. Gale takes his time lavishing your nipples until you’re moaning, hand holding onto his shoulders for stability. He once again presses a quick kiss to both of your nipples before beginning to kiss downward.

He drops to his knees in order to more easily reach your skin. As he trails his lips across the skin of your stomach, you try not to squirm. Just as with your breasts, Gale works to ensure that his lips have kissed every piece of skin. “I love that you go to bed full every night, that I no longer fall asleep listening to the sound of your hunger pangs.”

Gale sounds particularly upset now.

“Gale,” you say for lack of something else. You smooth your hands through his hair.

“I tried hard to keep all of you fed,” Gale admits, still sounding sad, “but there wasn’t enough to fill all of you, and you were always offering to feed Astarion when the game was scarce. I tried to make sure you had what you needed to keep well.”

Your eyes water as you remember all of those bits of food Gale snuck into your hand while adventuring. You’d originally dismissed it as just part of his generosity and then assumed it was a flirtation thing. You also remembered Gale standing over the food stockpiles each night, mumbling things to himself. You realize now he’d been worrying about how to make each meal.

“You did better than any of us could have,” you assure him, still stroking his hair.

Gale gives a little shrug but resumes his kisses. He presses a kiss very deliberately very low on your stomach, below the curve and where you can’t see.

“And I love this because one day you’ll grow our children in this space,” he says it reverently.

A smile tugs at your lips, “children?” you tease.

“As many as you want,” Gale says, looking up at you with an earnest expression of adoration.

His lips begin working lower until he presses a rather chaste kiss against the seam of your cunt. “I love this,” is all he says there.

You can’t help but laugh.

You feel Gale’s grin once again against your skin. He abandons the space he’d been, and you pout even though he won't see it. He begins a path down one of your legs, and you shift your weight, squirming. You look down and watch him get lower, sliding his body back so he can reach each spot more easily.

By the time his lips get to the top of your feet, he’s bent over, prostrate on the ground before you. Your breath catches at the image as he worships you.

“I love every inch of you,” He says loud enough you can hear even though he’s nearly speaking to the ground.

You’d like to say you sunk to your knees gracefully, but the sound of your knees hitting the ground tells a different story. You at least manage to keep yourself from landing on Gale. Grasping at his shoulders, you tug him up, immediately diving for his lips. Gale returns your kisses, shifting until he can grasp the sides of your face.

You both remain like that on the floor for several minutes until suddenly, it’s not close enough. You grab at his clothes, tugging until he gets the idea. The two of you are uncoordinated as you strip him. Several moments cause you both to laugh- leaning against one another for support.

Once Gale is naked, you crawl into his lap, grasping for his cock blindly. He gasps once you wrap your hand around it. He’s hard. You stroke him, thumb smearing against the bead of cum welling at the tip. You work it as it forms down along his shaft, providing lube for you to move with.

He’s panting, watching as your hand works him. “I do love this,” he gasps at a point, drawing out your smile once more.

You grow impatient and pull your hand away, quickly moving your body up over it. You rock against it for a moment, eyes slipping closed as the motion grinds his shaft against your clit. Gale’s hands grasp your hips and lift you up enough to shift so his cock is now pressed against your entrance. He gently guides you down it until he’s buried deep inside of you.

You both freeze. The only sound in the room is that of your breathing.

“You are perfect,” Gale insists as he thrusts up into you.

You try to lean further into him. You wish to bury your head in his shoulder and hide your face. Gale won’t let you, instead, he keeps you far enough away that he can watch your face. When you finally gather up enough courage to look into his eyes, they’re so filled with love and adoration that you look away almost immediately.

“You’re perfect and I love you,” Gale repeats around his moans.

You finally look up again and keep your eyes locked this time, hoping you can pour even a fraction of your own devotion to him into the look. Gale’s thrusts become erratic, hip rolling with each thrust.

You reach down and press your fingers against your clit, rubbing as he fucks you. Gale’s eyes are drawn downward now, watching as you touch yourself. “Shit,” he gasps, nearly slamming up into you.

You allow your eyes to slip closed and focus on every sensation. The way his cock feels deep inside of you, the warmth of his body, the sound of your fingers against the slickness of your arousal. You allow your world to focus down to just this, just now, the joy that this new body gets to experience. The bliss that no you before had ever dreamt of. You come quietly, only a little noise pulled from your throat.

Gale takes that as his sign to pull you even tighter against him, barely pulling out of you with each thrust. He moves faster, hips jerking against yours. Then he freezes, eyes pinched shut, and every muscle of his body tight as he comes. He pants our your name as he keeps you flush against him, spilling deep inside of you.

You both remain like that until your joints begin to ache. “Ow,” you mumble as you slowly move your legs.

Gale groans as he, too, shifts. “Maybe we should have done that on the bed,” he chuckles.

“I don’t mind being uncomfortable sometimes,” you say, sliding from his lap.

You can’t help but glance down at your body as you stand. Your original feelings haven't changed, and its unlikely too overnight. But you realize maybe this you is so different from the last you. Not because she’s fighting for her life, but because she’s living it.

#Gale x Reader #Gale x Fem!Reader #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #kinktober 2023 #bodyworship

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slvt4lanadelrey · 11 months

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Desire ruled me and destroyed us | Tara Carpenter

Tara Carpenter x Gf!fem!reader

Warnings: death, stabbing, blood, Ghostface Reader, swearing, detailed murder, lowkey suggestive scenes

Halloween was fast approaching the town of woodsborrow. As most of the children hurried home at night, assuring their doors were locked; bolted with atleast three clicks.

Sam was warmly tucked into her home, smiling contentedly. Her fingers flipping through a book, her phone tucked underneath her elbow; the ring turned off by her earlier that day, by design.

Quinn had finally decided to stop bring home random strays and went out on her own; no doubt to stay over their house instead. That meant, no obnoxiously loud moaning and slamming of her bedframe.

Shockingly, your presence was lacking in the warm apartment. You had been a major presence in Tara's life for the majority of Tara's teenage years. Since you were 16 to be exact, the age they began to date. Five years later and you two were still sharing sweet kisses at midnight and holding hands like the mear thought of nothing touching in anyway would burn you.

Sam didn't mind having you around all the time. You was a nice enough girl, your mom being an only problem within their relationship; Gale had a tendancy to be a less than welcoming person.

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"God, your such a tease" you groaned down at the persons feared face. Your face was covered with a mask; a ghostface mask. You slammed your knife further into the girl you had decided didn't deserve to breathe anymore. You "tsk'ed" at the way the dyed green haired girl whimpered her black eyeliner dripping into a mess. You laughed, your knuckle now slamming into the girls stomach, the sign your knife was too far in; retreating it back, sighing at how the nice pop and that it left a slapping sound through the room.

"You never told me your name." Just like murderers before you, you laughed; the girl gasping with blood pooling out her mouth. You knew perfectly well who the girl was: Andy Samuel, B student, sort of gothic.

"Why?" The green haired girl gasped, blood spray on the mask that had been cleaned earlier that night. You didn't mind it, revelling in the way your face was painted with your victims blood.

"Because why not." Unlike prior ghostfaces, you didnt have a motive. You was crazy, an absolute wild card that needed to cut shit up. Barbies only went so far, nothing compared to how someone would shake and grasp onto your neck at how hard you was inpaling them with such a force that knocked the wind out of them.

Andy shook, hands gripping onto your neck; they always fought back. She stared at the mask infront of her, her fingers now begging to pry the white mask down until It revealed your face. Andy's face flushed with hurt, immediately remembering you from Chem class. You didn't leave the girl to wollow for too long; sliding the knife through the beautiful sight of the girls neck, slicing it as blood sprayed across your lip.

You tilted your head back, a guttering groan leaving your now bloodied lips. You sighed, eyes rolled back, your body straddling the dead body.

You darted your tongue out, salivating at how the metallic taste invaded your mouth. You looked down at the knife, it so nicely drenched in blood. You placed it to your bottom lip, cutting into the skin slightly before sliding your tongue down. Your tongue slit, blood gushing out. You didn't flinched, far too gone to care.

Your body was thrown to the side, your knife falling onto the floor as someone tackled her. Mindy, her bestfriend was left to stare with a wide gaze, her fingers dipping into the red liquid that stuck to them like a bad sin.

"Another one?" Mindy asked, stared at the glorious sight of someone so lifeless, drounding in their own blood. "This is like the fourth one this week."

You chuckled, pulling yourself up from the floor; grabbing your knife from the ground. You walked over to your friend, smiling so innocently. You grabbed a soft hand onto Mindy's chin, tilting her head up. Then, your grip grew tight, squeezing until the windpipe crushed below her grip.

"Dont ever fucking push me again. Got It?" Your face was covered in blood, your bottom lip being forced down my your thumb. You dribbled some blood into Mindy's mouth; knowing she had the same desires that only were told in books, and shitty movies that never really explained it right.

No words could be able to describe the euphoria state you was left with after killing. Billy, Stu, Nancy, Mickey, Ronan, Jill, Charlie, they were all fucking geniuses. Absolutely gods to Mindy, competitor's for you.

So far you had out done them all. An easy 10 people left gutless and eyes drawn open due to your knife. The police had no leads, nothing. None of them had any rerelevancy to each other, most of all you knew not to fuck with Sydney.

"Y/N." Mindy gasped, her hands prying at your still fingers. They were trapped, tightly nawing at Mindy's tempting throat. You released it, laughing mockingly at how Mindy nearly began to shake like the rest did.

"Get up."

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"The question everyone's asked."

Finally, you bit the bullet. Your sweet, beautiful, kind, girlfriend limp, lying on the floor with a blooded head. The knife swayed sideways, taunting everyone in the room with how close it was to jabbing into Tara's stomach.

Tara gritted her teeth, seething out swear words at the person who they still didn't know was trying to kill them.

"Who are you!" Tara wepted, her hands clawing at the brutal hand that pushed down on her shoulder. The masked person, with a Cheshire cat like smile looked down at her. The knife had already been through so many stomachs, sliced so many throats. It held stories most people's stomach's wouldn't be able to handle to hear.

"You wanna see my face?" The masked person asked, so dreadfully pleasured at how obedient Tara was under you; knife flush to Tara's chest, her heart pulsing and thumping into her rib cage.

You was a people pleaser, you tore the mask off your face. Tara's face dropped, her eyes swelling with every emotion a human was possible of having. You had faked your death a few days prior, a stupidly good tactic your favourite killer had used many years before.

"What? Did- did I scare you baby?" You asked, your finger dragging up and down Tara's jaw. Tara flinched at the touch her face bleeding with tears, screaming at every memory she had of the both of you being so hopelessly in love.

"I can't- I can't believe I loved you." Tara screamed, spit slamming into your now unmasked face. You clenched your jaw, your knife tapping into Tara's face, you sighed.

"I'd glady cut you fucking up! Sam won't even be able to identify your fucking face when I'm done with you Tara" you wasn't lying, a few victims weren't identified by their faces; only by their dental records.

"Your just making this so much easier for me, stretch your neck just like that baby" you purred, your eyes wide with excitement at how Tara was thrashing back and forth. Her neck was on display, flashing a view that begged to bleed.

"Y/N!" A hard slam was all it took for you to topple over and howl in pain. Sam standing behind you with a ornament. You held her head, blood flowing from the open gash.

"You fucking bitch" you laughed. Sam's knees buckled, falling onto the floor. Her mouth dropped open, blood gargling out as she held the wound. Mindy was standing behind her, her knife wrapped around her fingers.

You chuckled in pleasure, colliding your knifes together with a clang. Tara kicked your leg, trying to fight back.

Oh, how much you loved with they fought back.

Tara was a sight to be held. Her face swelled wide with anger when her fingers wrapped around your neck. She somehow managed to wrestle you onto the floor, then proceeded to slam your head onto the floor a few times.

"How pleasant." You commented, nothing stopping the lust that consumed you whole. Desire was practically oozing from you, seeping from your eyes and making your mouth fill with saliva at the mear thought and memory of the bad things you did.

"I hate you!"

Nothing. Nothing cared within you, not even the way Tara screamed and protested about not loving you and hating the guts out of you.

"You hate my guts?" You asked, immediately getting a breathless "yes." From Tara. You nodded, your knife carving a line up Tara's stomach through her shirt.

"You hate my guts, I'll remove yours." You explained, your knife cutting peice by peice out of her Tara's belly.

"I'm the last person your going to see alive, Baby. I love that, I love knowing that." You carried on, your fingers now digging into Tara's stomach medically.

Tara cried, wepted, whatever she was doing it was working. The animalistic snarl leaving yiur lips, the brush of hair falling infront of your face as you made sure Tara would never breathe again.

"Last person you ever saw, Tara Carpenter was the person who killed your sister, bestfriend and everyone who had ever cared about you. Funny, huh?" You giggled to yourself, your clothes surely drenched in the sweetness of Tara's blood. There was enough to swim, or maybe bathe.

Never the less, you stumbled to your feet. Deciding to wipe away the fresh layer of skin that was the Carpenters sisters blood. Their reminding legacy amounting to nothing but a sad name on a peice of paper labeled

"Ghostface killers victims."

#jenna ortega #jennaortega #lgbt #scream #tara carpenter #dewey riley #gale weathers #wlw #gxg #tara carpenter x fem #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x fem!reader #tara carpenter x gf!reader

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lady-phasma · 14 days

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I don't usually share much about wips because they're still really personal at that point. But this one is taking over my brain and some other wips are just getting pushed aside. It's a Major Gale Buck Cleven x fem!reader that I'm going a little crazy over.

Set around 1952 or so and nearly every WWII vet I have known smoked, so in my headcanon Buck smokes.

Beads of sweat grew on his forehead. Light exploded behind his closed eyelids and echoing blasts sounded in his sleeping ears. His eyes snapped open as his entire body jerked awake. He threw his feet onto the floor and sat up in bed. With shaking hands, he clumsily fumbled a cigarette out of the pack on the night stand. His Zippo made a shink-click sound when he lit the cigarette. He exhaled a cloud of smoke.

#headcanon about a real person who has been fictionalized is trippy #why can't I just write one thing at a time???#gale buck cleven #wips #my wips #fanfiction writing #mota fanfic #mota #major gale cleven #gale cleven x reader #master of the air #Gale cleven x fem!reader #gale cleven #Gale cleven x you #Gale buck cleven x you

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lllivia · 1 year

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Dare

Amber freeman x fem!reader

Pretty sure it can be read as gn!reader too

Warnings: Suggestive themes, pda (?)

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You walked up to the house, not sure if this was a good idea or not considering all of the murders that had been committed in the last week or so, the driveway was already packed with cars and you could hear the beat of the bass from the party inside. You stood outside the door for a few seconds before you knocked and walked right in, immediately being blasted by the loud music from the party.

You had used over an hour trying to find the perfect outfit to impress Amber freeman, the girl who was hosting the party and your lab partner. You had hardly ever talked outside of class but you still couldn't help but be infatuated by her. She was so beautiful and charming, and you blushed just thinking about what her reaction to your outfit would be.

About an hour into the party you had gotten pulled by your hand towards the sofa in the living room where stab was playing on the tv in the background. You were about to slap the person that had grabbed you before noticing that it was just Mindy.

You and Mindy were actually pretty good friends and had smoked and made out a couple of times at your house. So you didn't really mind when she pulled you down on the sofa next to her. About to ask her confused about what all of this was about you spottet the bottle laying on it's side in the middle of the room and starting to feel your anxiety creep up on you. "TRUTH OR DARE EVERYONE!" shouted Mindy to anyone who managed to hear her, she was only heard by a few people tho who walked over. First came Tara walking in on her crutches you couldn't help but feel incredibly bad for her. You don't know what you would do if you ended up in a situation like she had, probably just accepted defeat already, and even tho you didn't really hang out with her or anything aside from a few casual conversations in class you felt like you actually knew her for who she really was.

Behind Tara came Sam looking slightly worried clutching onto a taller man's hand which you could only assume was Richie after overhearing Amber and Mindy's conversation earlier about how Richie's only alibi from the hospital incident was that he had been watching stab on Netflix. Then Chad came in with Liv who couldn't keep her hands off of him,you looked down feeling slightly awkward, and then finally Amber sat down on the floor in front of you, checking your outfit out before giving you a slight smirk and immediately noticing the effect it had on you. A few minutes later more people had joined and Mindy decided that it was time to start the game. The first few rounds were quite boring considering you didn't know half of the people in the circle. That was until it was Mindy's turn to spin the bottle and it stopped at Amber, you looked up from your phone finally paying attention to what was going on. "Truth or dare Amber?" Mindy asked with an evil smirk playing across her lips. "Dare" amber answered not even batting an eye at the mysterious facial expression her friend had.

"I dare you to kiss Y/N" Mindy said. You looked at her in pure horror from what she had just said not expecting what amber said next "Gladly". So she sat up and began crawling seductively towards you, biting her lip and batting her eyelashes softly, teasing you because she knew what reaction it would cause and obviously seeing your completely red face by now.

She then got up before sitting right down in your lap again wrapping her arms loosely around your neck, pulling you slightly closer. You were pretty sure you were in shock, this was like a dream for you, somebody better check your pulse you thought. Amber then looked between your eyes for confirmation before crashing her lips hungerly against yours acting like she'd been wanting that for ages, her tongue not wasting any time in forcing itself into your mouth your teeth clashing together, both of you had completely forgotten you were at a party with a bunch of teenagers surrounding you. So the make out session went on for about 10 more seconds before Mindy rudely snapped her fingers in your face, smirking. "Now now you two lovebirds get a room why don't 'ya" she tutted jokingly acting like a mother. The people surrounding you laughed loudly. So that's exactly what happened, Amber got up from your lap after giving you one last kiss before whispering hotly into your ear "let's take this to my room" Her eyes were halfway closed again scanning up and down your clothes, and you could see the desperation in her face, so you just nodded and smiled before being pulled up the stairs to her room in a hurry. This was truly a dream come true.

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