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koalamuffin01 · 1 month

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Made For You- Chapter 1

Full Story Summary: Tav is a High Elf, Life Cleric of Corellon Larethian, from Baldur’s Gate, who was kidnapped by a mindflayer ship. Now she must save herself along with the other infected she meets along the way, one of which she feels an inexplicable tie to. What does Corellon have planned for her? What is the connection she feels with Astarion mean? Does he too feel this bond? Will she be able to save them all?

Chapter Summary: Tav awakes upon a ravaged beach and finds her way towards a handsome elf.

Ratings: Eventually, full story - E - Explicit(only suitable for adults) Chapter 1 - T - Teen and Up

Warnings: Chapter 1: Canon BG3 Typical Violence, Act I Spoilers Full Story: Violence, Abuse, PTSD, Nightmares, Astarion’s Backstory, Cazador, Terrible Parenting, Force Marriage, Assault, Sexual Assault, Domestic Violence, Sex, Eventual Smut, BG3 Spoilers, Probably More (Will Update With Each Chapter)

Word Count: 932

A/N: This is my retelling/head canon of how my original play through went with my Tav, Tav. Tav is a High Elf, Life Cleric of Corellon Larethian. Her backstory will remain a bit of a mystery for plot reasons but will eventually be revealed. She romanced Astarion. For posting schedule, I’m just going to try and post when chapters are ready. I already have the first two chapters done, so I will post them about a week apart. This is the first fan fiction I’ve ever written, so please be kind. Please let me know what you think in the comments. Thank you, bless.

The Pale Elf

The elf was the most beautiful man Tav had ever seen. Granted, she had not seen many, but his very essence seemed to reflect the sun that shined on him. He was simply radiant, and her heart skipped as she slowly made her way towards him as if guided by the divine. Nothing could stop her from approaching him, not her decorum, or teachings, and certainly not the half-elf who seemed to be wary of anyone who wasn’t them.

“Hurry, I’ve got one of those brain things cornered.” The elf gestured with his head towards a brush he was standing next to.“There, in the grass. You can kill it, can't you? Like you killed the others.”

Tav took a step forward. The elf drew closer. She just nodded, not trusting her voice around the man. “There, can you see it?” She put her hand on the pummel of her short sword and tried to peer around the bush to find the intellect devourer.

A mad dash of a wild boar who was hiding in the grass. Tav jump a little, put her hand on her chest, and let out the breath she had been holding only for it to be taken away when she felt the cold steel of a blade at her throat. She tried to run, but was swept from her feet to the ground by the elf.

“Shh. Not a sound. Not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours.” He looked up to where Shadowheart was standing. “And you - keep your distance. No need for this to get messy.”

“I need her alive - stow that blade or I'll show you just how messy things can get.”

Tav’s heart started pounding even harder in her chest. She didn’t particularly trust Shadowheart not to make the situation worse.

“Promises, promises. But I have other business, I'm afraid.” He turned his head back to Tav. “Now, I saw you on the ship, didn't I? Nod.” He said as one might to a child or someone they felt was intellectually inferior. Tav, terrified of doing anything that would cause the man to slit her throat, obediently nodded. “Splendid. And now you’re going to tell me exactly what you and those tentacled freaks did to me.”

“You’ve got it all wrong-” she started, finally finding her voice, but was cut off by the man.

“Don't lie to mel I-agh.” A shooting pain took over Tav’s mind. She felt the worm wriggling inside her brain connecting to the one inside the elf.

She was in a dark alley, late at night, peering at people who were talking, laughing, drinking outside what appeared to be a tavern, and was overwhelmed by a feeling of hunger.

As soon as it came, the vision and the pain inside her mind was gone. She was back on the beach in the man’s arms. “What was that? What's going on?”

“It's the mind flayer's worm - it connected us.”

He slowly released her, and she rolled away in order to stand and face him. “You're not one of them. They took you, just the same as me.”

Tav nodded and pleaded with her eyes for him to believe her. “And to think I was ready to decorate the ground with your innards. Apologies.” He stood up straight, put the dagger away, and then flashed her a charming smile.

How was she supposed to react to that? One minute he is threatening her life, the next he acts as if it can happen to anyone. Luckily she didn’t have to respond, he continued the conversation himself.

“Please, allow me to introduce myself. My name’s Astarion. I was in Baldur's Gate, when those beasts snatched me.”

“I’m Tav, and this is Shadowheart,” she gestured to the half-elf beside her, “we were both on the ship when it crashed. Well, actually, we were kind of the ones who made it crash.” She said with a small smile.

“My, my, you've been busy.” He put both of his arms on his lower back and leaned slightly towards her like he was wanting to hear some sordid gossip. “So do you know anything about these worms?”

“Yes. Unfortunately, they'll turn us into mind flayers.”

His arms and face fell. His eyes got as wide a saucers with what appeared to be both fear and sadness. “Turn us into - ha. Hahaha!” Astarion looked away and started cackling as if Tav had told him a funny joke. “Of course it’ll turn me into a monster. What else did I expect?” He said more to himself then them. “Although it hasn't happened yet.” He turned to Tav. “. If we can find an expert - someone that can control these things - there might still be time.”

“Control it? We need to get rid of it.”

“Well yes, of course. But first things first.”

Something pulled inside of Tav’s stomach. It felt as if someone or something was tying a string from her to Astarion. Tav had never felt anything like it, but knew she must listen to it. “You should travel with me. Our odds are better together. We’re going to look for a healer.”

“You know, I was ready to go this alone, but maybe sticking with the herd isn't such a bad idea. And you seem like a useful person to know. All right, I accept. Lead on.” He said with a little bow.

Tav turned to Shadowheart who gave her an incredulous look. Tav just shook her head and shrugged as if to say, “Even I don’t know.”

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Horst P. Horst. Made for You, Vogue October 1, 1948 Dress by Henri Bendel. Model: American Goddess : Jean Patchett

Jean Patchett was both model and muse, a famous face from New York’s vibrant midcentury popular culture and the most successful high-fashion model of her time.

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nocturneequuis · 2 months

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Stede, ambitious, yearning, lost in a life he doesn't know how to leave. Ed, musician, brilliant but jaded, rough past, future hollow. Young though they are, they're resigned to their lot in life.

But a chance meeting at a failed engagement party ignites a spark between the two of them. A spark that's difficult to deny even when their competing obligations makes it near impossible for them to be together.

And yet, somehow, in the wicked dance of time, they manage to meet again and again and again. Each time getting a little closer to something magical.

Because it's not the spark, but the fire you make from it that endures.

It was set out to be the worst December 22nd of young Stede Bonnet's life, the December 22nd that began his long road to an even longer life matrimony. But a chance meeting with a tall dark and handsome stranger is just enough to make Stede start questioning everything about himself. For better and for worse. //A03 //Story Tumblr

It's almost the new millennium and Ed Teach, a senior now at Juilliard, is a rising star on his way to fame and, more importantly, money. But success is gained through hard work and a hard heart, and letting anyone in it more than just friends is a recipe for disaster; even if that someone is Stede Bonnet. //A03 //Story Tumblr

#Our Flag Means Death #Our Flag Means Death Fanfic #Modern Day AU #Chance Meetings AU #Gentlebeard #Stede Bonnet #Ed Teach #Jack Rackham #Anne Bonny #Izzy Hands #Made For You #nocturneequuis fanfic

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dumblr · 2 years

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I have been loved before, but right now in this moment I feel more and more like I was made for you.

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writethelifeyouwant · 2 years

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Made For You | Chapter 9

Summary: Dean and Sam like what they have together, and if screwing your brother screws with the universe’s “grand plan” while they’re at it, then even better. Neither of them has ever cared much for tradition or fate, but it turns out there are some destinies you can’t escape. Sometimes, someone is just made for you.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader Rating: 18+ Warnings: Incest Tags: AU, Time Jump, Omegaverse, Alpha!Dean, Omega!Reader, flirty Dean, age difference, taboo relationship, scent attraction, innocent reader, Virgin!Reader, romantic reader, true mates, making out, possessive alpha, needy omega, first time, desperation, heat, marathon heat sex, mating, p in v, praise kink, dirty talk, knotting, unprotected sex Bingo Squares: @spnabobingo - Marathon Heat Sex Word Count: 3.2k

Your POV

The second the lock clicks into place you’re trying to shove yourself off the bed, trying to get back to your alpha, even though he’s barely a few feet away in the tiny room.

It’s pretty bare-bones; a small single bed, a nightstand with a lamp and a drawer that you know is full of condoms because you’ve had to restock them before. There are no windows, and the single light hanging from a wire on the ceiling under a rusty metal shade makes it feel like some kind of interrogation chamber. But it’s here for convenience, not style, and again you feel a rush of gratitude that the Roadhouse keeps mating rooms because the alternative would probably be taking Dean back to your house, where you live with your father, and that is not an introduction you are ready to make, particularly considering your current hormonal state.

Dean’s strides cover the meager floorspace in two steps and then he’s climbing onto the bed to join you. There’s not very much room, but that suits you just fine because it gives you a valid excuse to bury yourself against his shoulder and sink into his arms with a relieved sigh.

“Hey there, pretty girl,” Dean coos gently, dropping a kiss to the top of your head and petting his hands, wide and heavy, down your back, to help ease the shivers wracking your body. “I gotcha, don’ worry. Alpha’s gotcha,” he murmurs, and the deep, gravelly timbre of his voice sends an altogether different shiver through you, one that ends up tingling and buzzing in the concentration of nerves between your legs.

You tilt your chin up to look at him, anticipation shining from your eyes, and he understands instinctively. The first touch of his lips to yours is soft, gentle, and careful as if he’s worried he’ll scare you off or hurt you somehow. But you don’t have the patience for tenderness, your body is screaming out for your mate, your blood boiling so hotly beneath your skin you’re afraid it might be pushed away from your flesh. You need Dean to force you back together, to make you whole again.

Your arms slink up around his neck and you bury your hands in his hair, tugging so forcefully that he lets out a grunt of surprise, tinged with pain, but it doesn’t stop you from dragging him down on top of you wantonly. Dean follows your lead and crushes you between his body and the mattress, and his weight feels simultaneously comforting and calming while making the arousal in your gut bloom even more desperately than before. His lips are devouring yours now, his tongue making quick work of the barrier that your lips had been and forcing you open for him, consuming your every moan and whimper with greedy, rasping growls of his own.

When Dean pushes himself up on his hands and knees above you, you whine at the loss of his touch, and he smiles down at you with a knowing smirk. Reaching down, he teases his hands under the hem of your shirt, begins to ruck the material up your stomach, staring intently at your chest, which is rising and falling dramatically with the effort of your breaths. You wriggle a little to get your arms free enough to grab your shirt and strip out of it, too eager to be undressed to care how ungraceful you must have looked. Dean lets out a heavy breath, dropping his head down to nose at the swell of your breasts showing above your bra. He kisses the skin, light, and teasing, as his hands skim down your torso to the waistband of your jeans.

You sigh happily as he flicks open the button and gets the zipper down, lifting your hips automatically so he can shuffle the tight denim down your legs. When he throws the jeans over the side of the bed, you dimly recognise the sound of your phone hitting the floor and skittering off somewhere, but you don’t care enough to stop and check that it hasn’t broken. Dean’s fingers are back on your body, teasing at the hem of your underwear, dipping under the elastic just barely before he retreats and runs his fingers over the front of your panties instead.

“Fuck, you’re dripping for me ‘mega,” Dean growls, his fingers trailing between your slicked-up folds over the cotton of your panties. You mewl under his dexterous touch, and you lean into the sensations that are beginning to cloud your head with overwhelming need. You can feel your heat crawling across your skin, breaking you out in a sweat that’s beading in your hairline and tickling as it traces down the column of your throat.

“Need you, alpha,” you pant breathlessly, burying your face in the crook of his neck to inhale as much of him as your senses can take while he hugs you tightly against him, his fingers still brushing teasingly in the crevice between your thighs.

“I can tell,” Dean chuckles, almost as out of breath as you are, and he pulls back to smile at you, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear tenderly. “Been a while?” he smirks sympathetically, and you feel yourself flush under his stare.

“Um… you could say that,” you hedge, not quite sure how to admit to him that you’re actually a virgin, or why you’ve waited until now to sleep with someone, but also not seeing a way around it.

He stares at you for a moment while you hold your breath, and then you see understanding light up his crystalline green eyes.

“Oh.”

The word leaves him in a rush of air as if your circuitous confession has punched him in the gut and knocked the wind out of him. You give him a small, awkward smile, resisting the urge to bury your face in his chest again and hide your shame amidst the folds of his flannel shirt.

“You fuckin’ with me?” he asks like he doesn’t quite believe you, and you shake your head awkwardly, hoping you haven’t just ruined everything. “Why?” he bursts out incredulously, but then he immediately looks sheepish and begins to backpedal. “I mean, uh, were you waiting for marriage or…” he trails off, glancing down your body and looking guilty about the fact that he already has you down to nothing but your underwear when this is clearly the first time anyone has ever undressed you.

“You,” you put your fingers beneath his chin and lift his face back up so he can see the sincerity in your answer. “I was waiting for you.”

“Fuckin’ hell, ‘mega,” Dean lets out the words in a whoosh of breath, clutching you even closer as he buries his face in your hair, his hands digging into the flesh of your back, and his cock digging into your hip. “You can’t just fucking say shit like that,” he groans into your skin, lips slipping through the sweat-sheen that’s covering the column of your throat, his teeth grazing the vein that runs alongside your mating gland.

“W-why not?” you whimper, and you feel his fingers flex around your waist as he drags his hands lower, pulling you closer into him.

“Because you’re gonna fuckin’ kill me if you keep talkin’ like that,” Dean growls, the tips of his fingers now playing with the elastic waistband of your black, cotton panties.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re mine.” His hands grope under your panties, fingers kneading the round globes of your ass and prying you apart, skimming down lower, and you know he’s felt just how fucking slick you are when he moans against you.

“I wanna be,” you pant, your breath hitching as his fingertip skims through the arousal on the very top of your inner thigh, so close to where you really want to feel him. “Wanna be yours, Alpha. Please, make me yours,” you beg mindlessly, simply giving voice to what your body is so desperately craving.

Dean’s hands fly to your hair and tug back harshly, making you cry out as he forces you to look him in the eye.

“Say that again,” he challenges, but it’s not cruelty you see burning in his eyes, it’s passion; desire; desperate, aching need for you to tell him you mean what you’re saying. And you do, you mean it with every fiber of your being. Dean is your true mate, you can feel it. The articles were all right, it doesn’t make any sense and you can’t even begin to explain it, but you just know.

“Make me yours, Alpha,” you plead with every ounce of earnestness you can muster. “I want you to fuck me –need you to fuck me– please, Alpha.”

Dean holds your gaze for just a second, but his silence makes it feel like the longest second of your life until he finally growls –“mine”– and crashes your lips together once more.

Dean’s POV

Dean can’t believe his luck. A virgin. Y/N is a fucking virgin. And if that doesn’t make it feel even more like she’s been made for him, specifically and exclusively, he doesn’t know what else the universe could possibly have in store. He’s never really put much store in the ideas of destiny, or soul mates–especially after what had happened with Sam. Dean used to be convinced that Sam was it for him, had still been convinced until very recently if he’s being honest with himself. He’s never bothered trying to date anyone because how could they ever replace Sam?

But with Y/N, Dean feels so much … more. As soon as he scented her heat when she’d fallen into his arms in the middle of the bar, it’s like something clicked into place, and all the parts of himself that he’d been keeping numbed under a blanket of denial and whiskey for the past twenty years suddenly felt what it was to breathe again. Every atom in his body feels like it’s reaching out for her, drawing her into him, willing him to make her his, permanently. His teeth stutter over her mating gland as he kisses along her throat, scraping just barely over the vessel that he can practically hear pumping with how fast her heart is racing. He knows he can’t claim her, for many innumerable reasons–not least because she’s half his age and he’s about to take her fucking virginity– but he doesn’t need to think about that right now, because she’s got her legs wrapped around his waist and she’s trying to pull his shirts over his head clumsily and something about her desperation is so fucking cute he can barely think straight.

“S’okay, baby girl, lemme help,” Dean smiles toothily, leaning back to shrug his flannel off, then pull his t-shirt from the back of his neck and over his head. Y/N’s attention has already moved on to his jeans by the time he’s discarded the t-shirt, and he chuckles deeply, the sound almost immediately turning into a moan when she gets her hand beneath the denim to palm over his cock. Her hand feels small on him, and burning hot even through his briefs, and the new sensations make him shudder needily, a breathy growl rumbling through his chest. Hurriedly, Dean digs his hands into his waistband and shoves both the jeans and his underwear down in one go.

Y/N gasps audibly when she sees his dick for the first time, and Dean feels a small swell of pride ripple through his chest. He knows he’s got good equipment to work with, but it’s always nice to hear it’s appreciated by his partner. The look of innocent astonishment on the girl's face also makes his cock jump in arousal when he remembers that this is the first time she’s seen a naked man up close.

“Touch me, sweetheart,” he commands gently, reaching out to grab her wrist and draw her hand to his cock when she hesitates, showing her how to wrap her little fingers around him and stroke.

“Like this?” Y/N asks, and Dean hears the nerves trembling in her throat, so he leans down to kiss gently at her vocal cords, then up the column of her throat until he’s murmuring against her lips.

“Just like that,” he breathes, kissing her deeply and swallowing the moans she releases when he unhooks her bra and slips it far enough down her arms to bare her chest to him. Her breasts are absolutely perfect, nipples standing hard and sensitive away from the softness of her flesh, and Dean can’t help burying his face between them, kissing and licking every inch of skin his mouth can find. Y/N gasps and then whines when he pulls a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently before scraping over it with his teeth, and her hand clenches around his cock reactively, making him groan into her.

“Fuck, ‘mega, you smell so fucking good,” Dean moans, Y/N scent wrapping itself around him, sharp and deep and absolutely intoxicating; the salt of her skin echoed in the earthy salt of sea water he can smell, the sweet burn of spiced rum slipping into his lungs as he breathes her in. He can feel his mouth-watering, and he knows he needs to taste her slick, to see if it’s as addictive as he thinks it will be, but his cock is becoming too impatient for that. Y/N’s in heat, he knows he’ll have plenty of time to play with her body in any way that springs to mind, in every way he craves, but right now he can feel her fever burning hotter by the second. He needs to fuck her, calm her body down enough that she can enjoy what he wants to do to her, because right now she’s becoming more and more delirious in her desperation, and he doesn’t want her first time to be nothing more than a fever dream. He wants her to remember it, to savour the first time his cock splits her apart and knots her cunt, good and deep; wants her to feel his cum swelling up her belly.

Dean sits back on his heels and looks Y/N up and down with a wild hunger, wringing his hands into the black cotton of her panties and wrenching the fabric apart, too impatient to make Y/N unwrap her legs from around him so he can take it off properly. The violence of his actions barely seems to register with the omega, she simply pulls him more tightly against her with her legs, trying to force him back on top of her–inside of her. Dean grabs the base of his cock and shuffles forward a little, getting his legs in a better position, and he leans forward on one forearm so he can drag the head of his dick through Y/N’s pussy, moaning when he feels the slick dripping out onto his skin.

“Alpha, please,” Y/N gasps, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head as she tries to rut against him, she looks like she’ll go feral if he doesn’t get his dick inside of her soon.

“You’re sure?” Dean’s conscience makes him double-check, even though his tip is already pressing inside of her, the walls of her cunt clamping greedily around him.

“Yes, yes, please,” she begs, a tear of desperation slipping from the corner of her eye and running sideways down her face and disappearing in her hair. “Please, alpha. I need you.”

“Shh, it’s okay sweetheart,” Dean leans forward and kisses the tear track that is glinting dully on her temple, using the forward momentum to press himself inside of her as gently as he can manage. She’s fucking tight, and yeah, he’s always wanted to fuck a virgin, but he hadn’t actually thought about how much tighter she would feel than all the girls he’s used to feeling wrapped around his cock. She feels just as tight as– Dean slams a door on that thought and concentrates on easing himself slowly into the slick warmth of the omega beneath him. He realises absently that he’s still making shushing sounds, whispering small words of comfort into the girl’s ear as his cock splits apart the final seams of her innocence.

“Doing so good for me, ‘mega. You feel so perfect for me baby girl, you were fucking made to take my cock, weren’t you? Shh, s’okay, almost there baby, just a little more. Just relax f’me, shit, yeah there’s a good girl.”

He manages to push entirely inside of Y/N, his hips grinding into hers, the root of his cock rubbing against the base of her clit, and Dean lets out a breath of relief, the tension melting out of his shoulders a little. It had been a genuine effort to hold himself back from slamming into her in one thrust, and he’s secretly impressed with his own restraint. He keeps his movements small to start, just rocking their hips together, keeping his cock pressed in as deeply as it can go, and enjoying the way Y/N pulses around him every time he grinds over her clit.

“How’s it feel, sweetheart?” Dean checks, a little embarrassed at how raspy his own voice sounds.

“Good,” Y/N whimpers, pressing her face into the crook of his neck, and Dean can feel her scenting him. It makes his cock twitch heavily inside of her, and he wonders if she can feel it too. “Feels so fucking good,” she sighs deeply. “Way better than my stupid toy.”

Dean chuckles darkly at that comment.

“Just wait until I pop my knot inside that pretty cunt, baby girl,” he whispers huskily, teeth grazing the shell of her ear and making her shudder. “You’ll never want to use that toy again, just be begging me for my alpha knot every fucking day.” He takes the opportunity to punctuate his words with his first real thrust, drawing his hips back and snapping them forward quickly, but gently, still not wanting to hurt her.

“Oh my god,” Y/N gasps, choking on a groan as Dean pulls back and thrusts again. “Oh my god.”

“That feel good, ‘mega?” Dean pants, falling into a rhythm. “You like your alpha fucking you? Like that big alpha cock inside your pussy?”

“Fuck yes,” she moans, her eyes squeezing tightly shut as if somehow that will make the pleasure she’s feeling more bearable.

“You’ve got such a sweet cunt, ‘mega, takin’ me so good,” he grunts, pressing himself up on his knees a bit more to change the angle, fucking himself harder against the top of her pussy where he knows her slick glands are. “So fucking wet for your alpha, got us all fucking messy didn’t you baby? Think about how dirty you’ll be when I’ve got you squirting on my knot, my cum leaking out of you…” Dean stutters in his own dirty talk, Y/N’s pussy spasming around him suddenly and sending a gush of slick over his cock as the girl squeals under him, thin and loud, turning her head to bury her face in a pillow as she cums on his cock.

“Holy fucking shit,” Dean curses, feeling his knot swell at the base of his cock as he watches Y/N orgasm around him, the sight pushing him to the edge of his own desperation. “Fuck, fuck…gonna fucking cum inside you ‘mega. My omega.”

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Hii Lee 🩷

🍲 When did you start writing and why?

Hey Sweets! Thanks for asking! I started writing in July of 2022, shortly after the release of Season 4 of Stranger Things, I totally and completely fell in love with Eddie Munson the moment I saw him. He inspired me to try my hand at writing. I started with my first story, Beauty and the Freak, writing chapter after chapter until I completed it. I was shocked that I even did it. I was even more surprised when I found the courage to actually put my story on Wattpad. I was absolutely terrified that no one would read it, I was thrilled when I got my first view. I went into it thinking that even if only one person read it and liked it I would be totally happy. I branched out after discovering Tumblr, wrote some Eddie One- Shots and then started Made for you, the sequel to Beauty and the Freak. I also started Housemates, with Eddie and Steve. I saw a post on one of my Mutuals blogs where someone had an ask for what if you were going out with Eddie’s son and he broke up with you and you hooked up with his Father for revenge. I couldn’t stop thinking about it and wrote the first part of loving Mr. Munson. I wrote it as a one- shot never intending for it to be anything more than that. I got a request for a part two and from out of nowhere the series Loving Mr. Munson was born.

LMM is my favorite to write, I am such a sucker for Older sweet but sexy Eddie.

Thank you for the Question Sweet @emmyshortcake and thank you for all the love and support ❤️

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#CountryMusic

Jake Owen - Loose Cannon

So today on the MSR (Midnight Star Review), I would like to talk about the latest album from Country Music Singer Jake Owen. This new album is titled "Loose cannon" and was originally released digitally on June 23rd, 2023, and a physical copy was available on Friday October 21st, 2023. But before we dive into the new 16 track album, let's talk about the career of Jake for a little bit before.

Jake has had big hits with songs like "Down to the Honkytonk", "Made for you", & "Anywhere with you. Jake also had songs like "Barefoot blue jean night", "Beachin'", & "American Country love song. Jake has scored 4 number ones on my weekly list MSR (Midnight Star Report). My MSR combines both CMT (Country Music Television), the Billboard Country Music Airplay Charts, & even myself. The list used to include GAC (Great American Country) until the list officially retired at the end of 2018. Now back to the new project up next.

The current single is "On the boat again", and other songs you should check out are "Go getter", & "Hearts and habits is a stand out track in my opinion. Also check out songs like "When it all shakes out", "Hopeless", & "It don't, he won't and you do". He pays tribute to the Andy Griffith show intro with "Nothing". More songs you should listen to are "Somewhere south with rum", "The ending", & the title track "Loose cannon". Jake had co-writting help from Willie Nelson, Walker Hayes, Devin Dawson, & Jordan Davis. Let's see the rest of the track list now.

Track list.

Hot truck beer.

Go getter.

Solo solo.

On the boat again.

Hearts and habits.

When it all shakes out.

Hope less.

It don't, He won't and you do.

Friends don't let friends.

Boy in the Chevrolet.

Shrank.

Nothing.

Somewhere south with Rum.

The ending.

Hey can I buy a beer.

Loose cannon.

And that's a wrap for the track list. And on the MSR (Midnight Star Review), I would give this new album a 4.5 out of 5 stars. I am not a fan of the digital albums, so with Jake deciding to make a CD that didn't have to get digitally. Another well-rounded album from Jake with a lot of songs that I had to highlight. Thanks for taking the time to read this review. See ya all next time.

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corpiote · 6 months

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now spotify knows damn well 💀

#spotify #taylor swift #now that we dont talk #acid rock #made for you

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euesworld · 2 years

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"The only space ship that I need is your heart, cause aliens like us were made for each other.."

I love being a weirdo with you, it's my very fav thing.. I think we should get a hair dryer and some cop shades and go down by the highway and speed check people, haha.. with towels on our heads - eUë

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koalamuffin01 · 1 month

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Made For You - Chapter 2

Chapter Summary: Astarion finds himself on a beach after the crash of the nautiloid. To his surprise, the sun doesn’t burn him. He wants to revel in the joy of his new freedom, but it won’t last. He must get back to Cazador. Several plans start forming when he sees a female elf heading his way.

Ratings: Eventually, full story - E - Explicit (only suitable for adults) Chapter 2- T - Teen and Up

Word Count: 1,660

A/N: Astarion POV (eeee!) Let me know if I just totally got his voice wrong. Much love <3

The Maiden In The Tower

Astarion was trapped, again. This time wasn’t in a dusty tomb or a coffin; he even had a little window to see out of, perfect for him to watch the world pass him by.

His mind felt fuzzy, and his limbs weren’t listening to what he was telling them to do. He remember the ship, the mind flayer, and devilish worm thing inserted into his eye, but then nothing. He must have blacked out, and he didn’t know how much time had passed.

Every so often the world would shift and then right itself as if someone was giving it a shove. He saw two figures run past the pod-thingy he was trapped in. One appeared to be a githyanki and the other an elf. He tried to scream, tried to will his arms to bang on his encasement, but his voice and body refused to listen.

Another shove to world, this time hard. Good thing he wasn’t currently standing. He felt like vomiting, probably would have if there was anything in his deprived stomach. Another shove, even harder, and then the world went black.

Astarion felt warm. A warmth had wrapped him in itself like a blanket, bringing a comfort and peace he hadn’t felt for - he didn’t know how long. And then it all came crashing back.

His eyes shot open, the first thing he noticed was a bright blue sky, a bright blue sky with a bright warm sun shining down on him. He tried to scramble away, tried to look for somewhere to hide. His mind raced, panic overtook him. Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods. There was no where to run, no where to hide. He was going to burn to death. He closed his eyes and accepted the inevitable…but it never came.

He slowly opened his eyes again. He…he wasn’t burning. How was this possible? His body should be cinders by now. Instead…instead he felt fine - felt knocked about, confused, and his ever present hunger, but relatively fine. What in all the hells?

Astarion burst into a full chested laugh. Had his horribly ill fated luck finely turned? Could this be a side effect of that monstrous thing implanted in his brain? He closed his eyes and smiled up at his once enemy and just basked in the moment.

Well, hello, darling.

And then the fear set back in. Cazador. He would punish Astarion for being gone this long. It wouldn’t matter that Astarion was taken by the ship against his will; it wouldn’t matter that Astarion had no idea where he was, let alone how to get back to the Gate. Cazador would punish him and punish him severely.

He had to get back, and he had to get back fast. Off in the distance, Astarion saw two people approaching. One of them appeared to be the elf that he saw on the ship, but she wasn’t with the githyanki. No, she seemed to be with a half-elf. Anger fueled him. Astarion needed to know who she was, why they’d taken him, what they put in his brain, and how he could control it.

The elf and half-elf were approaching but were stopped by an attack of brain monster things. They handled themselves well enough; the elf even healed them after. It gave Astarion a delicious idea. He’s played damsel in distress plenty of times throughout the centuries. And once they have their guard down? Well, his dagger would do nicely.

As the two women got closer, Astarion could see the elf didn’t look half bad. She was very clearly a high elf from a family of good standing. Maybe she would fancy herself a knight?

He looked around and decided the bush next to him would do well enough. Crouching, he started to call for help.

“Hurry, I’ve got one of those brain things cornered.” He gestured to the bush. “There, in the grass. You can kill it, can't you? Like you killed the others.”

The elf drew closer while the half-elf stayed back. This would be almost too easy. “There, can you see it?” A wild boar dashed out of the grass nearby. How had he missed that? Oh well. He drew his dagger across her neck and brought her to the ground.

“Shh. Not a sound. Not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours.” He remembered the half-elf. “And you - keep your distance. No need for this to get messy,” trying to keep control over both women.

“I need her alive - stow that blade or I'll show you just how messy things can get.”

The one in his arms’ heart was beating wildly. He could smell her blood and was positioned right near her neck. It took every ounce of willpower to try and not sink his teeth in her.

“Promises, promises. But I have other business, I'm afraid. Now, I saw you on the ship, didn't I? Nod.” He said to the elf. She nodded. “Splendid. And now you’re going to tell me exactly what you and those tentacled freaks did to me.”

“You’ve got it all wrong-” she tried to plead.

“Don't lie to mel I-agh.” A shooting pain overtook his head and he felt something wriggling inside his brain connecting his mind to that of the elf’s.

The eyes he saw through were not his own. He was running through streets that he himself knew as ones in the upper city of Baldur’s Gate, but whoever’s mind he was in did not. They didn’t know where they were going, they didn’t have a plan, all they knew was they had to get away. Get away fast and as far as they could. He was afraid and exhilarated all at once. I did it, I did it and I will be free.

Then a large boom came from the sky. A mindlfayer ship appeared. It looked like the one that took him (Or, do they all look like that?). Then an all new type of fear overtook him. He continued running but even harder this time. Trying not to look back. Heart beating out of his chest. What in the hells is that?! The thoughts were not his own but mimicked the same ones he himself felt when they took him.

He looked over his shoulder, just to see how close they were, and saw a giant tentacle come down from the ship heading straight towards him. Oh gods!

Then the pain subsided and he was back on the beach, back with the elf between his arms, looking just as scared and confused as he felt.

“What was that? What's going on?”

“It's the mind flayer's worm - it connected us.” She said, her voice shaking.

He slowly released her, and she rolled away in order to stand and face him. “You're not one of them. They took you, just the same as me.” He was seeing through her eyes when their brains connected.

The elf nodded and looked up at him with the biggest eyes he thought she could muster. Curios, one green, one blue. How did I not notice that before? “And to think I was ready to decorate the ground with your innards. Apologies.” He stood up straight, put the dagger away, and then flashed her a charming smile.

Okay, new plan. If she didn’t take him, maybe she could help him find a way to control the worms inside their heads. Then he could bring her with him back to Baldur’s Gate for his master. Surely Cazador wouldn’t punish him too severely if he brought him back something as pretty as this one.

She stayed silent so he pressed on. “Please, allow me to introduce myself. My name’s Astarion. I was in Baldur's Gate, when those beasts snatched me.”

“My, my, you've been busy.” He put both of his arms on his lower back and leaned slightly towards her. Let her think I could be a friend, a confidant. “So do you know anything about these worms?”

“Yes. Unfortunately, they'll turn us into mind flayers.”

His arms and face fell. “Turn us into - ha. Hahaha!” Astarion looked away and started cackling because of course. Of course he was an idiot to believe his rotten luck would just magically get better. Of course he would never be free. “Of course it’ll turn me into a monster. What else did I expect.” What appeared to be a gift would turn into his doom, just like the last time. “Although it hasn't happened yet.” He turned to the elf. “If we can find an expert - someone that can control these things - there might still be time.”

“Control it? We need to get rid of it.”

“Well yes, of course. But first things first.”

He wasn’t really paying much attention to her. He was more focused on trying to come up with a plan on how to turn this whole thing to his benefit.

“You should travel with me. Our odds are better together. We’re going to look for a healer.”

What? Oh, this was going to be much easier than he expected. It was like she was asking to be a victim, better his than someone else’s. “You know, I was ready to go this alone, but maybe sticking with the herd isn't such a bad idea. And you seem like a useful person to know. All right, I accept. Lead on.” He did a little bow.

He could make this work. Let her play the hero, but he’d make sure he was the one that reaped all the rewards. This is going to be easy. And maybe even a little fun.

#bg3 #astarion #astarion x female tav #astarion x tav #astarion x original female character #baldur's gate 3 #shadowheart #fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 astarion #bg3 tav #made for you #the maiden in the tower

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thesleepyblueocean · 2 years

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"I was made and meant to look for you and wait for you and become yours forever."

- Robert Browning

#literature #dark academia #writing #writers #bookblr #book quotes #aesthetics #moodboard #light academia #robert browning #yours forever #made for you #meant for you #love

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heartstringsandbrokenthings · 2 years

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You were always used to keeping your feelings in. At some point, life taught you to never need anyone. Even when you had me, you never really let me in. I wanted you to, I begged you to, I showed you I was safe, but you couldn’t let me in. And sometimes I thought you liked it that way, but other times I knew it wasn’t you, it was something about me that didn’t make you feel safe, no matter what I did or how much I tried or how much I love you.

The saddest part is, while you never needed me, I never learned how to not need you. Since the day I met you, you were always there. You didn’t let me go, you made me feel safe. I knew I could always come to you, and I always did. But I never knew I’d have to learn how to not need you. I don’t even know if I ever can. You never needed me, but I don’t know how to stop needing you.

And I think, because of this, I’ll always have a void in my heart called you. I’m sure you have it too, but you’re void isn’t me, yours is one you know how to fill. But I only ever had you. And that’s the sad difference between you and I. You never needed me, and I never needed anyone but you.

— S

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Made For You | Chapter 15

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader Rating: 18+ Warnings: Incest Tags: AU, Time Jump, Omegaverse, Alpha!Dean, Omega!Reader, age difference, taboo relationship, scent attraction, true mates, Dean’s self-loathing, Ellen not taking anyone’s bullshit, overprotective father, overprotective alpha, angry angry daughter Bingo Squares: @spnabobingo - Overprotective Alpha Word Count: 2.3k

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Dean’s POV

Dean’s head is spinning. The shock of running into Sam after all these years apart is staggering, and it hasn’t gone at all like the countless reunions he used to picture in his head. He hasn’t bothered picturing them for a long time, given up on the possibility of ever seeing his little brother again. Yet here he is, sitting across from him. Except this isn’t the Sammy Dean had known twenty years ago. Hell, Dean isn’t the same person he was twenty years ago either. Twenty years ago he’d been head over heels in love with the man who’s now sitting across from him, even though they’d never really spoken about it like that, in such specific terms. Maybe he should have, Dean thinks with regret. Maybe then Sam wouldn’t have thought that he’d be unwanted, he would have felt safe confiding in Dean and raising their child with him. But he hadn’t, and that was Dean’s fault.

Dean’s fault that Sam ran away. Dean’s fault that Sam never came back. Dean’s fault that he had to raise their daughter all on his own. Dean’s fault that she’d grown up with a made-up story about who she is, and where she’d come from. Dean’s fault that he hadn’t known who she was when they met, and he’d taken her fucking virginity. And then fucking abandoned her less than seventy-two hours later. God, how has he already surpassed John for ‘worst father of the year’ award when he’s known his daughter for all of a week?

“Dad?” Y/N’s voice brings Dean out of his thoughts, and he finds her staring at Sam with hurt in her eyes. Dean looks at his little brother and sees an unfathomable mix of emotions playing across his face. There’s wrinkles on his forehead that hadn’t been there the last time Dean saw him, and another barb of regret at everything he’s missed stabs at his chest.

“Yeah?” Sam asks gently, eyes trained on their daughter almost too concertedly as if he’s purposefully avoiding looking at Dean.

“Is there something wrong with me?” she asks meekly, stealing the barest of glances towards Dean, before darting her eyes back to Sam.

“What? Sweetie, no,” Sam’s hand jumps forward to grab hers, a show of paternal comfort that looks so natural he must have done that a thousand times, Dean thinks bitterly. And he was never there to offer the same thing. “Why would you think that?”

“Because we–” Y/N breaks off, looking at Dean helplessly.

“Y/N,” Dean warns with a low voice, shaking his head.

“Because you thought you and Dean were mates?” Sam asks sympathetically, his hazel eyes flickering to meet Dean’s in a sort of begrudgingly understanding grimace. “No, Y/N that doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with you,” he reassures the girl, his attention firmly back on her. “We all get confused sometimes, hormones at your age are overwhelming and unpredictable. There must have been something in you that recognised the family bond that you have. He made you feel safe, and comfortable? Happy?”

Y/N gives Sam a tiny nod, tears gathering on the rim of her lashes.

“And you feel all those things with me too, don’t you?” Sam presses on, his voice patient but clearly pleading with her to understand.

“Of course I do, Dad,” Y/N answers immediately. “But–”

“Then that’s all it was, baby girl,” Sam interrupts with a sad smile and another squeeze of her hand where it’s resting on the table. Dean thinks he sees Y/N flinch back when Sam calls her ‘baby girl’, probably remembering, just as Dean is, when he had called her that in bed last weekend. “Get up on your hands and knees for me, baby girl. Wanna watch that pretty little cunt stretching around my knot when I fuck you this time.” The memory should make him sick to his stomach, but it only makes his cock twitch in his jeans. Yeah, he’s the goddamn father of the year alright.

“Dean?” Y/N turns to him, struggling to find the words, but Dean knows what it is she’s trying to ask him. It wasn’t just that, right? It was more, you felt it too, didn’t you? You told me you felt it too. But when Dean opens his mouth, he can’t make any answers come out. He doesn’t know what to say to this, how to handle what’s happening. His daughter is crying, looking to him for answers, and he doesn’t have any. No comfort or wisdom he can offer her.

Can you even be true mates with family members? Dean hadn’t thought so. That’s why he’d always reasoned that he and Sam could be in love, but they never felt that thing that people talked about, the thing that made you certain someone else had been made for you, and you alone. As much as he loved him, Dean had never had that with Sam. He has it fucking bad for Y/N though. And it’s not just an urge to belong together, like family might feel, it’s a primal need. It’s physical lust, and an irrational desire to be wrapped up inside her body, and put a bite on her neck to show everyone she ever meets that she belongs to someone. To Dean. These are not fatherly feelings. Despite his lack of familiarity with the role, he’s certain of that much, at least.

“Sam,” Dean breathes, the name pushing itself out from between his lips against his better judgement. Sam and Y/N both turn to look at him, one wary, the other burning with hope. “It’s not just Y/N that felt it,” he admits shakily, making himself hold his brother’s gaze. He’s not a coward, he can look a man in the eye when he tells him he fucked his daughter. Their daughter. “She’s right, there’s something more than that between us. She–” his voice chokes up a little, to his extreme embarrassment, but he clears his throat and ploughs on. “I’ve felt more alive since I’ve met her than I have for the past twenty years. An–and being with her last weekend, it was like a missing gear finally clicked into place, man,” Dean laughs at how fucking cheesy he sounds, dropping his eyes to his hands momentarily and rubbing the heel of his hand across his brow. “I know how it sounds, but all that shit people say about finding ‘the one’ and just knowing, somehow,” Dean’s laugh dies on his lips when he looks back up to find Sam glaring at him with a hatred he’s only ever seen on their father’s face. He never could have imagined that Sam could feel that depth of malice. Very slowly, Sam stands from his seat, hands resting on the table as he leans forward.

“Are you telling me–” every word is measured, precise, deadly. “–that you touched my little girl?”

Dean swallows thickly. Right. He should have seen this one coming. This is the fight he had been expecting to have with Y/N’s father when they met, after all.

“Dad, it wasn’t like that!” Y/N leans between them, tugging on Sam’s sleeve in an effort to get him to return to his chair. “He helped me, I went into my heat too early. I could have wound up in the hospital if Dean wasn’t there.”

If Y/N thought that would help matters, she was sorely mistaken.

“You took advantage of her when she didn’t have clear judgement?!” Sam roars, the chair flying across the room as he storms around the table and hauls Dean out of his seat by his collar.

“Dad!” Y/N shouts, but Sam isn’t paying any attention to her now.

“Hey! Cool it, Sam! You know I’d never fucking do that,” Dean hisses, his breath a little constricted due to Sam’s hold on him.

“Do I?” Sam demands, seething. “I haven’t seen you in twenty years, Dean! What the hell do I know about you?!”

“I’m still your brother! You should know I’m not a fucking rapist!”

“Boys!” There’s a shout and an audible click of a shotgun being loaded, and Sam and Dean both spin around to see Ellen walking steadily in their direction. “If you’re gonna let this dissolve into blows, you’ll kindly take it outside my establishment,” she fixes them with a look that brooks no argument, and Dean feels Sam’s anger deflate a little under her glare.

“Sorry, Ellen,” Sam grunts, releasing Dean’s shirt and running his hands through his hair, pulling himself together. “There’s no need. Dean’s leaving.”

“Dad, you can’t be serious!” Y/N stares at the pair of them with wide eyes, brimming with disbelief, and Dean thinks his own face probably looks quite similar.

“Y/N Campbell, do not give me that look. I’m deadly serious and you know it.” Sam takes hold of Dean’s arms and marches him towards the door, Y/N following hot on their heels.

“I was dropping by the Roadhouse to see if Ellen wanted to swing by a hunt I found a few counties over,” Sam informs Dean when they get outside to the parking lot, and Dean feels like he’s gotten whiplash from the change in conversation.

“Okay… and?”

“Why don’t you look into it instead?” Sam suggests, fishing a notebook out of his pocket and tearing out a page to hand it to Dean. He doesn’t look down as the paper is crumpled into his palm, he can only stare incredulously at Sam. “And then, don’t come back.”

“And what if I do come back?” Dean asks stiffly. He’s never been a big fan of taking orders, his dad had left a bad taste in his mouth where that was concerned.

“It will be pointless if you do. You’re never gonna see Y/N again,” Sam crosses his arms over his chest, squaring up to Dean menacingly, and instinctively he takes a step back. It feels like Sam’s knocked the wind out of his chest without even touching him.

“Dad, please. You can’t mean that,” Y/N tries to run to Dean but Sam catches his arms around her waist and holds her back. “Dean, please!” she turns to him now, begging him not to leave.

“What are you gonna do, Sam? You gonna send her away? Like what Dad did to you? Is being with me really so awful that a life on the run is the better option?” Dean’s voice cracks, and he has to hold back the tears that are threatening to break free. This is all his fault, the hurt he sees on both of the faces in front of him. Maybe Sam’s right, and they’d be better off if he stayed gone.

“You know what Dean? Do me a favour and just let whatever monster that is take care of you for me, okay? Because if you ever touch my daughter again, I’ll kill you myself,” Sam snarls, and by God, Dean believes him. Y/N is sagging against Sam’s arms, tears falling freely as she continues to protest, her fists beating weakly against her father’s embrace.

“Okay, Sam, okay,” Dean holds up his hands in surrender, flashing the paper Sam had pushed onto him. “I’ll go, and you won’t see me again.” He starts to step back towards the Impala when he hears a deep grunt and the skittering of gravel.

“Dean, wait!” Y/N runs after him breathlessly, throwing herself into his arms. “I’m coming with you,” she pants, but Dean shakes his head immediately.

“Y/N, no, you can’t,” he insists, brushing the hair back from her face so he can look at her properly, but not daring to do anything more affectionate with Sam staring at them, seething and still bent double from where Y/N had apparently kicked him between the legs. Dean feels a grim swell of pride at the sight. His baby girl is a fighter. “I know we didn’t get to talk about any of this, but I wasn’t about to start bringing you out hunting with me,” he laughs sadly, hoping she’ll understand.

“Why not?! I can take care of myself, I can shoot, and I know about ghosts and demons and monsters–”

“Knowing about them ain’t the same as hunting them, baby girl,” Dean holds her cheek, savouring the way she presses herself into his palm. Sincerely hoping this isn’t the last time he feels that, but also knowing that it very well might be. “It’s way too dangerous.”

“At least we agree on one thing,” Sam huffs, holding his hand out in ready as if he’s waiting for Dean to pass their daughter back over to him. “Say goodbye, Y/N.”

The omega looks pleadingly between Sam and Dean, both resolute in the decision that she’s not going anywhere, and she realises she has no chance of persuading them otherwise. Desperately, she throws her arms around Dean’s neck, pressing her nose into his skin and breathing in as much of him as she can, and Dean can’t help but do the same, wrapping her up so tightly in his arms that her feet come up off the ground.

“I’ll call you,” she whispers in his ear, and Dean squeezes her tight in response, to indicate he heard her, before he puts her down.

“Goodbye, Y/N,” he breathes, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. Sam yanks her away before he has a chance to say anything else, marching her back towards the Roadhouse.

With nothing else to do, Dean unrolls the paper in his hand and scans over the info Sam had given him. If this is a real lead, it does sound like something supernatural, so he may as well take a look at it while he and Y/N figure out what to do. Because he’s not going to let Sam run away from him again, and if he does, he’s not going to stop looking until he finds them.

Series Tags: @outofnowhere82 @ladysparkles78 @missusbarnes-rogers

#spnabobingo #dean x reader #alpha!dean #omega!reader #smut fic #angst fic #supernatural fic #supernatural smut #wincest #omegaverse #made for you #series #please read warnings

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