#main three x reader

[vinghen-tmblr]

This is nice

Random fluff scene, probably act 3, no spoilers, The Game no more

In a quiet moment after their travels led them to a peaceful glade, Astarion and Elowen found themselves enjoying a rare respite. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the gentle rustle of leaves overhead created a soothing melody.

Seated on a soft blanket spread beneath a sprawling tree, Astarion leaned back, propped up on his elbows, and observed the serene surroundings. Elowen, beside him, was engrossed in her leather-bound journal, her quill dancing across the pages as she recorded their recent adventures.

Astarion couldn't help but feel a warmth in his chest as he watched her. The glint of the sunlight catching the strands of her hair, the soft curve of her smile when something amusing caught her eye—it all fascinated him. For someone who had spent centuries detached and cynical, he found a strange sense of joy in these moments.

Setting aside her journal, Elowen looked at him with a playful glint in her eyes. "What's on your mind, Astarion?"

He smirked, a mischievous spark in his crimson eyes. "Just contemplating the mysteries of the universe, my dear."

Elowen chuckled, playfully nudging him. "I highly doubt that. Care to share these mysteries with me?"

Astarion's smirk softened into a genuine smile. "Perhaps the greatest mystery is how I find myself enjoying these peaceful moments with you. I never thought I'd appreciate the simple beauty of a quiet glade."

Elowen's expression shifted to a warm smile. "People change, Astarion. Even vampires, it seems."

He feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. "Are you implying I was insufferable before?"

She laughed, a melodious sound that seemed to harmonize with the rustling leaves. "Maybe just a little. But you've grown on me."

Astarion pretended to be wounded. "Grown on you? I'll have you know I am an acquired taste, much like fine wine."

She rolled her eyes, but the affectionate glint remained. "Well, lucky for you, I happen to have a taste for the unconventional."

The banter continued, punctuated by shared laughter and stolen glances. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the glade,

Astarion found himself embracing the simplicity of the moment, grateful for the company of someone who had become more than just a fellow traveler—a confidant, a friend and someone he deeply cared about.

This...

...this was nice.

#I needed a fluff #Elowen and Astarion having a lovely quiet time #Their main story is so dark I needed something light and cute #i love these idiots #baldurs gate 3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate three #astarion bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 astarion #astarion x reader #bg3 fanfiction #tav backstory #my tav #baldurs gate tav #bg3 tav #astarion x tav #bg3 fluff

[mairalynn416]

Humble request for Dammon to be down my throat please

#Dammon #Dammon bg3 #Dammon baldurs gate three #Dammon baldurs gate #Dammon baldurs gate 3 #Dammon tiefling #Bg3 tieflings #Baldurs gate three tieflings #Baldurs gate tieflings #Baldurs gate 3 tieflings #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #baldurs gate three #thirsty thursday #thirstposting #h*rny on main #Dammon x reader #Dammon x Tav

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

I've noticed that yunho always seems to have a smile on his face. It's like he has a secret or something. I find it really alluring l, like I want to know what he's thinking about. Like he has a secret or something.

Funny how you say that because my latest post on Jeong Yunho is about how indeed, he is not showing us all of his personality yet.

I'm sure he has lots of secrets he's hiding from us because he is naturally a private person.

But I agree, I think that is one of the sexiest traits about Yunho is that you know there's more to Yunho than what he reveals.

And it just becomes more enticing with each comeback.

#and as an astrologist and a yunho stan i love seeing those darker layers being exposed more and more #did i mention seonghwa hj and yunho are my three fave members? #but yeah i simp for yunho just as hard as I do for hj and seonghwa #i simp for all of them really but they are the main three #anon ask #answered ask #jeong yunho #yunho x reader #jeong yunho smut #astrology talk with ruby

[bunnys-babies]

I’ve been writing more on my main/NSFT blog, but I’m not sure what I want my next piece to be on here after posting my other Megumi piece :3 help me choose!

#miss interacting with everyone on this blog too 😭😭😭 #so many of my old mutuals are gone which is crazy #so now I feel like an old man LMAO #I also feel so stuck with ending pt 1 of the knight!tobio fic (T_T) #also why are titles so hard #ALSO also I don’t know if any of the top three will become multi parts 😭😭 #last time I did an ‘official’ multi part story was for Tsuki on my main #and I abandoned it 💀 #but then I didn’t plan the Levi multi chap fic and there were five of them 😭 #tobio x reader #kiyoko x reader #sakusa x reader #aot x reader #aot headcanons #[elle.chats]

[offantasiesandreams]

Okay so uh

Can I get Zacharie revealing his face to the reader for the first time? I imagine they'd be the first person to see, so it'd obviously be something special

Ehehe :)

Hello! Of course you can! I'm always more than happy to write for Zacharie! In fact, I'm kind of surprised I haven't received an ask like this earlier on, haha

Zacharie Revealing His Face to Reader

To say that he hasn’t tried doing so would be an understatement: Many a times has he called your name to receive your attention with the intention of showing his face to you, yet every time he merely made an audible winking noise before returning to what he had been doing, anxiety overtaking his mind. His face was something nobody needed to see, especially not someone he loved so dearly.

As to why he was so scared, he no longer remembers. Maybe it had something to do with fitting in with the Elsen, maybe it was about hiding his face so his nervousness wouldn’t be seen when he first became a merchant. Either way, it became a habit of his to keep his face concealed at any cost. And that meant from everyone, even you. Maybe the world wasn’t ready to see his face, maybe he wasn’t ready to see the world without hiding.

Either way, he knew he had to muster up the courage. Not because he needed to, but because he wanted to. And thus, he called for you, his mask in hand. Yet, even as you were watching him, even as there was no going back, he still couldn’t do it. Only when you tell him that everything will be alright even when he doesn’t show his face and when, despite his internal protests, he accepts your offer for you to take his mask off, does he finally rid himself of it for the first time in years.

He can’t bring himself to look you in the eyes, though, no matter how surprised or lovingly you look at him. For all he wished for was to simply dig a hole to hide in. But do take his face into your hands and gently stroke his cheek with your thumb, he’s so touch starved, he will melt into it and finally look at you. In fact, showering him in kisses is fine by him as well, just you reacting well to him revealing his face to you is enough.

If you fluster him enough, he will give you a quick peck, a pick-up line and put his hand on your shoulder, all the while being red-faced and smiling like a goof, before putting his mask back on. While he won’t always have it be taken off, it’s the first step for him to become even more comfortable with you. He’ll take it off more often behind closed doors, but only on the days where he doesn’t expect anyone to actually come visit.

#off (game) #off x reader #zacharie x player #zacharie x reader #hhhh I hope this is good enough! #I do love Zacharie I wish he'd appear more in my dreams too! #like the other night I had another dream about Batter-Boy!! #I wanna see Zach too though! #and Vader Eloha too she's so gorgeous! #definitely my favourite three characters from the main game!

[other-peoples-coats]

also we are four (4) episodes from the end of mysterious lotus casebook and: why is tumblr not obsessed with this show.

identity shenanigans. a chronically ill cunt(affectionate) of a man who wakes up every day and chooses violence lies and is secretly a burnt out former famous genius swordsman. a himbo trust fund baby who is incredibly sweet, also kind of a cunt(affectionate), and has the highest onscreen body count in the series. a (kinda ex) supervillain who is obsessed with the chronically ill cunt and comes out of his ten year coma to nearly immediately follow him around like a badly domesticated cat. daddy issues. found family. murder mysteries. even more identity shenanigans.

everyone they meet is nearly instantly obsessed with the chronically ill cunt, who spends the first half of the series trying (and failing) to dodge the plot in favour of his own personal mission, and then the second half of the series being increasingly traumatised by the plot and also Having Realisations (and then breakdowns about them).

I am fully losing my fucking mind about this show. it is rewiring my brain. please watch it it is so good.

#coats chats #media recs with yr host coats #it is a cdrama so like. subtitles etc. #also i recognise this does not cover the plot at all. #the plot is so good. so so so good. #for leverage fans its not like leverage but my wife and I also feel it VIBES like leverage y'know? #also the three main guys are just #theyre just So autistic reading. #fully special interest is Sword for all three of them. #also fully ':) i dont know how to mask' x 'i spent a literal decade learning nothing but how to mask ' #x 'if you ask me to mask I'll kill you' #(we obtained this show through the yime honoured tradition of fell off the back of the internet truck. #sourcing it is left as an exercise to the reader)

[canthandlethishit]

chapter 412 orv novel and im laughing so much

*scenario when only 1 person can save kdj*

jhw: dokja-ssi personally asked me to save him so i’ll-

hsy: what?? kdj asked me to-

*both reached realization*: wait.

yjh: *wearing a scary scowl*

#kdj holding three fishes #kdj standing on three boats at the same time #sir this is sacrificial three-timing #this aint a bit on the side this a whole second main course sir- #jhw #kdj #kim dokja #orv #omniscient reader’s viewpoint #omniscient reader’s viewpoint webnovel #yjh #orv spoilers #kdj x yjh #yoo joonghyuk #han sooyoung #hsy #jung heewon

[kittenofdoomage]

Confronting The Past

Summary: You’ve made a home on Earth after signing the Accords as a condition of your sanctuary but there are some things you cannot leave in the past (set some time after Civil War and before Ragnarok but isn’t entirely canon compliant)

Pairing: Thor Odinson x female!short!Asgardian!reader

Word Count: 4051

Warnings: Angst, feelings perceived as unrequited, grief, fluff, childhood-friends-to-lovers, heartbreak, I’m sorry this got long, soft smut (oral sex - f receiving - and penetrative sex), bittersweet ending

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The air crackled as you reached for the top shelf, fingers barely getting halfway. You slumped back down at the realization you couldn’t lay a hand on the last box of pop tarts but the disappointment was quickly squashed by the sense that you were not alone in the aisle. Turning slowly, your eyes widened as they landed on him, taking in the casual way he was dressed, and how different he looked since you’d last seen him. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail, blond strands framing his face, slightly lighter than the thick stubble that covered his jaw. The last time you had laid eyes on him, he was in full battle-dress, a stark contrast to the faded denim and black t-shirt he was presented in this time.

“I was under the impression you would be hard to find, Lady Y/N,” Thor murmured, approaching you as if you could attack at any moment. You remained still, shocked at the sight of him, following his hand as it reached up behind you and easily scooped your prize from the top shelf. “I guess I know you a little better than Natasha does.”

“What -” Your voice came out squeaky, so you paused, swallowing around the lump in your throat. “What are you doing here?”

“Stark informed me that you had accepted sanctuary on Earth,” he said softly, placing the pop tarts in your hand. “That you signed the Accords.”

“It was either that or return to Asgard,” you shrugged. “And we both know I’m not welcome there.”

“There are other worlds,” he pointed out.

You smirked at him, dropping the sweet treat into your cart. “None with pop tarts.” With a glance over your shoulder at him, you pushed on. “I should have known you would find me.” He began to follow as you strolled down to the next aisle. “Though I’m surprised it took so long. Losing your touch?”

Thor chuckled deeply. “You haven’t lost your sharp tongue, my lady.”

Sighing heavily, you slowed to a stop, turning to look at him. He paused only a few inches away, blue stormy eyes boring into yours. “Why did you come here, Thor?”

For a moment, he appeared confused, eyebrows drawing together in a frown. You waited, one hand on the cart, the other limp at your side.

“We did not part on good terms,” he muttered, suddenly breaking eye contact. “Not a day has passed that I have not thought about you.”

You snorted, turning abruptly to continue on, pushing the cart with a little more force than necessary. Thor stalled for a moment before following, rushing to catch up and walk beside you.

“Y/N, stop -”

“No,” you ground out, keeping your eyes ahead, fingers curled so tightly around the handle of the cart that the metal began to warp.

“Y/N -”

Your temper flared and you turned to face him, feeling the rage burning through your veins. “What do you want from me?” you yelled, attracting the attention of other late night shoppers. A few paused, one or two pulled out cameras, obviously recognizing the significantly more famous face you were shouting at.

Thor’s eyes darted around, a concerned expression developing, and the heat in your blood simmered, rationality taking over.

“This is not the appropriate place for this,” you grunted bitterly.

“Then perhaps we could discuss this somewhere more private?” he suggested hopefully.

A wry smile tugged at your lips. “We both know that would be a very stupid idea.”

“I promise, Y/N,” he said quietly but firmly. “I only wish to explain myself. To apologize.”

You stared at him, chewing the inside of your cheek as you considered his request. The possibility of a physical altercation of any kind was highly likely when you thought back over every other encounter you’d ever had with him. Thor was a flame, and you were the moth, drawn to him at every single turn, but curiosity was pushing you to accept his request.

Finally, you sighed and nodded. “Would you prefer to drive with me, or are you going to…” You finished the sentence by flinging your hand up in a flying motion, and Thor grinned.

“I will accompany you,” he chuckled.

“Great,” you replied, teeth gritted. “Good thing I’m almost done.”

It only took another thirty minutes to get through the rest of your shopping and that was with being derailed by two young ladies who had recognized and begged Thor for a selfie, which he seemed happy to indulge. You ignored the interaction, stalking off with your purchased items and leaving him to catch up in the parking lot.

“Let me,” he requested as you opened the trunk, and you happily stepped back, allowing him to load the few bags into the car as you climbed into the driver’s seat. In the rearview, you watched him return the cart with a friendly wave to the guy stacking them.

The whole car shuddered and sank under his weight when he got in beside you, his huge frame awkwardly hunched in your little compact. Unlike most Asgardians, you were small in stature, though it didn’t diminish your inhuman strength, and only increased your speed. You waited until he was buckled in, trying not to stare at the way the belt sat snug between his pecs, pulling his shirt tight across them.

“To your home, I presume?” he asked, and you nodded, unwilling to talk with such a suddenly dry mouth.

You didn’t live far from the grocery store. Part of your agreement with the American government was a small stipend each month which allowed you to live in relative solitude, though it required you make yourself available to them - a clause they had not yet called into play.

“This is it,” you muttered, pulling into the driveway. You didn’t wait for any acknowledgment, climbing out and heading to the trunk to retrieve your bags. Thor followed, and the car raised several inches as he climbed out, making you smirk in amusement. Once again, he insisted on shouldering all the burden so you simply shrugged and headed for the front door, keys in hand.

It was a modest little house, one you’d worked hard to make comfortable over the last year. The few possessions you had managed to carry with you from Asgard were scattered among other curiosities you had gathered in your new home, along with shelves upon shelves of books. Your living room resembled more of a library than a home, but you were happy with it, and it wasn’t like you had frequent visitors to entertain.

The only people you’d seen in the last year were government agents following up on your end of the deal, making sure you were remaining out of trouble.

Trouble seemed to have found you after all.

“It is… nice,” Thor announced as he loitered in the doorway, surveying your humble little home. His head was only an inch or two off of scraping the doorframe, and he looked ridiculously out of place, but you couldn’t help feeling a little proud of the life you’d built and glad that he could see that you were very capable of surviving on your own.

“Thank you,” you replied, gesturing to the kitchen. “You wanna put those on the table?”

He nodded and continued on with the bags, placing them atop the large oak table that dominated your small kitchen. “Your voice is different,” he commented quietly.

“Just trying to blend in,” you forced out, grabbing for the first bag. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“I’m fine.”

“I need to put all this stuff away,” you sighed. “Why don’t you go make yourself comfortable in the living room?” He glanced back the way he’d come and you smirked. “Just through there.” His sheepish smile made your grin grow unbidden, but when his back turned and he disappeared through the hall into the lounge, you dropped your elbows onto the table and covered your face with your hands. “What am I doing?” you groaned quietly, digging your fingertips into your temples.

You just had to be firm with him. Whatever explanation he had for what he did, it didn’t change things. He had chosen a human over you, and his father had banished you for your part in their plot to save the same human. Thor had only watched as Odin stripped you of your very identity and stranded you on Midgard. In the two years since that had happened, you’d put that betrayal behind you, rebuilt yourself and your life, albeit a lonely one, and you were damned if Thor was going to destroy any of that.

It didn’t take long to get the groceries away but you took an extra few moments to make yourself some tea, carrying it through to the living room with you. Thor hadn’t made himself comfortable on the couch, not that you’d expected him to; he was standing by the large ornate bookcase in the corner that stretched from floor to ceiling, thumbing through a book. You tilted your head to catch the title, smiling in amusement when you saw it was one of your Norse mythology tomes.

“Some of the things they got wrong about us are hilarious,” you commented, sliding into your favorite spot on the couch. Thor looked up with a grin, closing the book, replacing it on the shelf with the others. “And it’s remarkably easy to pretend to be a professor of mythology when you lived through most of the legends.”

“Is that what you do with your time?”

You shrugged, lifting your tea to blow across the surface. “Only a few hours a week. It’s entertaining.”

Thor’s grin didn’t fade and he moved to the big armchair opposite you, dropped one meaty hand to the top, assessing it quickly to make sure it would hold his weight. He sat slowly, keeping his eyes on you. “My father was wrong to banish you,” he said softly. “And I am sorry that I did not speak up for you.”

Keeping your composure, you leaned forward, placing your tea on the low table between you. “I made my peace with that,” you replied coolly. “I knew it was a possibility when I helped you and Jane escape.”

His eyebrows drew together again in confusion. “I must admit, I’m confused,” he confessed. “Why are you so displeased to see me if you have forgiven my betrayal?”

You sighed, rolling your eyes. “It amazes me that you have lived over a thousand years and you are still so clueless.”

“Enlighten me,” he requested gently, leaning his arms on his knees.

“I’m not sure that would be wise,” you chuckled dryly. “If you do not know by now how I feel, then I fear there is little hope.”

He looked surprised at your choice of words. “How you… feel?”

Sighing again, you leaned heavily on the couch arm, propping your chin on your knuckles. “Do you remember when we first met?”

“Of course,” he laughed. “Your mother was handmaiden to mine. We used to play together in the gardens.”

“We grew up together,” you mused quietly. “Trained together. We became adults together, fought together… we…” Your throat dried a little at the recollection of the more intimate times you’d shared, young stolen moments in the back halls and chambers of the palace. “All that time, and you believed we were only friends? Was that all it was for you?”

Clarity descended on his face, astonishment widening his eyes.

“It’s funny,” you continued, “I always imagined it would be the Lady Sif I lost your heart to. But I suppose… if I never had your heart at all, then how could I lose it?” Your chest felt tight as you shifted to pick up your tea again, sipping it delicately, avoiding his gaze. “When you chose Jane, when you left me to your father’s mercy, I accepted my fate. And I have tried to move on.”

“Did you succeed?”

The question threw you and you looked at him sharply.

“I thought I did.”

Thor was quiet for a moment, watching you as you gripped the porcelain cup in your hands tightly, hoping the shaking in your fingers wasn’t too obvious. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, watching the blue storm in his gaze, remembering other times when he looked at you with such intensity.

“I was a fool,” he said suddenly.

You broke eye contact, putting your cup down again. “Maybe,” you whispered. “Maybe we both were.”

“You were never a fool, Y/N,” he murmured softly. “You were always my dearest friend.”

The comment stung and you looked away, trying to ignore the tears gathering in your eyes as you waited for the ultimate rebuttal, waited for him to tell you that he had never felt the same need for you as you had for him.

He moved then, taking to his knee in front of you, reaching for your hands as you met his gaze with watery eyes. “But I… I was such a fool. To believe that I belonged anywhere but with you.” You sniffed, choking back a sob as he smiled and lifted one hand to wipe away an escaped tear.

“You belong on Asgard,” you stuttered. “I no longer do.”

“What if I could change that?”

You paused, staring at him in shock before shaking your head. “No. I do not wish to return to a people that shunned me. There is no one left there that I care about.” Tugging your hands free, your expression turned to stone as you looked at him. “And I know you would not stay. You have a purpose, Thor. We both know your journey does not end with me.”

“Then come with me,” he urged. “Fight with me.”

Shaking your head again, you pushed him away, getting to your feet. “It would break the agreement I have with the people of this planet.”

“You wish to stay here?” he asked, standing and watching as you crossed the room to the fireplace, putting distance between you. “Why?”

“I have fought in a thousand battles,” you exhaled, leaning one arm on the wooden mantelpiece. “I have lost family, friends, my home… this place, this existence, it may seem small to you, but it’s mine, and I am not subject to the grief and gravity of any position. I built this… this is my home now, Thor.” You met his gaze again, trying not to let your trembling become apparent, nor to let your resolve crumble. “Would you really wish for me to give that up?”

He was silent, and you nodded, requiring nothing more as an answer. Pushing away from the fireplace, you approached him slowly, lifting one hand to take hold of his.

“I will always love you, Thor Odinson,” you whispered, lacing your fingers through his. “But our paths meet in fleeting circumstance and you know you cannot stay.”

You went to pull away but he suddenly tightened his hand, holding you in place. When you looked up at him with a puzzled expression, he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a soft and gentle kiss that stole your breath away. For a moment, you indulged the buried need for him, letting it blossom as he continued to deepen the caress. When he pulled away, you were panting, clinging to his hand like it was your very last hope.

“I cannot stay,” he admitted quietly. “And you are right there are things I have yet to do. Something is coming and our people are in danger, and I would not be able to rest knowing I have done nothing. But I cannot leave until…”

“Until?” you prompted, when seconds ticked by without a resolution to his words.

His lips twitched into a smile, his free hand cupping your jaw. “Until I know I can come back.”

You almost sagged against him, clinging to his shirt with one hand, the other still contained in his larger fingers. “Thor…”

“My Lady Y/N,” he purred back, coaxing you into another kiss that you willingly accepted. The need you’d allowed to surface was becoming all-consuming, mixing with the need to have him return to you, to ease your loneliness in the life you’d chosen. A hope you’d carried for over a millennium burned brighter with each stroke of his tongue over yours, and your fingers twisted in his shirt as you tried to get closer to him.

“Would you stay tonight?” you asked nervously, pulling away only a fraction.

He smiled, nodding lightly. “I will stay a while,” he murmured, dropping a chaste kiss to your lips in between words.

“Then let me show you the bedroom,” you whispered with a slightly shy look, tugging on his hand to lead him to the stairs at the back of the house. He looked almost comical in the small hallways, his large breadth meaning his shoulders nearly brushed each wall as you guided him up to the second floor of your small house. The bedroom took up most of the space up there, with a bathroom occupying the last few square feet.

He didn’t waste time once you were inside the open area, pulling you into another eager embrace, kissing away each nerve and reservation until your resolve was utterly obliterated. You found yourself half-naked before him, rectifying that by almost tearing his shirt in your hurry to even the score.

“I can get you more clothes,” you giggled, dissolving into moans when his hand found its way under the waistband of your pants and underwear, thick fingers caressing you intimately. “Oh…”

Thor grinned, pushing his hand deeper until he had a single digit buried in your tight channel, stroking in exactly the right spot. You clung to his shoulders, panting as he fucked his finger into you, his eyes locked on your face as your expression dissolved with pleasure. “Do you want more?” he asked quietly.

You could only manage a nod with your bottom lip captured between your teeth but instead of increasing the stimulation, he withdrew, pulling you towards the bed. His shirt hit the floor before he turned his attention to your pants, disrobing you until you were entirely nude.

“Lie down,” he murmured, kissing you again, trailing one hand down to tease a puckered nipple. You shuddered and obeyed, sitting on the edge of the bed without taking your eyes off of him. He dropped to his knees in front of you, slipping one hand over your bare thigh, and you realized he’d asked you to lay, not sit. Leaning back, you swallowed a whimper as he pressed your legs apart, returning his fingers to your sex. It had been so long since anyone had touched you like this - human males seemed too fragile for the sort of enthusiasm you usually displayed and most of your attempts had failed miserably. The only man who had ever pleased you without concern for injury was the one touching you now, further proof, you felt, that he was the only one for you.

He was quick to penetrate you again, leaning in as his fingers filled you, dragging his tongue over the swollen pearl of nerves that made a shaky breath pass your lips. You fisted the sheets underneath you in one hand, letting the other dance over his golden locks as he began to feast on your cunt. He grunted as he devoured you, his free hand pinning your thigh to the bed as his other fingers fucked into you with a steady stroke.

“Thor,” you whined, pushing yourself further up the bed as if you could escape the unbearable pleasure building in your core. He only tightened his hold on you, and you heard the bed creak under his weight. “Thor, please -”

Pulling his mouth away abruptly, he grinned at you, withdrawing his fingers with a little more leisure and sliding them into his mouth, sucking your essence from them. “You’re still just as impatient as always.”

You smirked, pushing up onto your elbows as you watched him stand and discard his pants before he crawled up the bed, his larger frame covering yours. His knees parted your thighs, the thick heft of his cock resting heavily against your drenched sex as he drove in for another kiss.

“I missed you,” you murmured, brushing your nose against his when he broke away once more. His blue eyes seemed to shuffle through darker hues as he looked down at you, careful to hold the majority of his weight off of your body.

“And I you,” he replied. “But I will always endeavor to return to you, Y/N. I swear by all of Asgard and the Nine Realms; I belong with you.”

You wanted to say more, though it felt superfluous, but then Thor was pushing into you, filling you so completely that all you could do was cling to him. Each kiss was met with enthusiasm, and you quickly wrapped your legs around him to pull him in deeper, letting him settle in your belly with a comfortable and familiar weight. One of his hands rested on your ass, the other underneath your shoulder, and when he began to move, every cell in your body sang.

His thrusts were measured and slow but hard enough that you felt the first stirrings of climax within only minutes, digging your fingernails into his shoulders as he drove into you. You whimpered into each kiss, responding to every touch with just as much passion as he gave, desperate and unwilling to break contact with him for so much as a second. Thor seemed to share that sentiment, moving the hand under your shoulder to cradle your head, allowing him to plunder your mouth with his tongue until you were aching to breathe. Your head swam with bliss, and you could barely find the strength to cry out as the wave of pleasure dragged you under.

Thor slowed, lifting to watch you as you fell apart, keeping his strokes hard and purposeful, glancing down to witness your body accepting every inch of him. “My Queen,” he hummed, dropping his mouth to suck one hard nipple between his lips.

You smiled lazily at the quiet comment. “I’m not a Queen,” you corrected softly.

His eyes met yours, and he released your breast with a wet pop. “To me, you are.” He didn’t give you a chance to argue, sweeping you away on another round of intense kisses, rocking into you with a steady rhythm. You felt the pressure in your belly build once more, only this time, you want to feel him, all of him.

“Thor -”

“I know,” he shushed, breathless with exertion. “Kiss me.”

It wasn’t a crescendo like you’d experienced before. This time felt different, more concrete, more mature - he was promising to always return to you, even if he couldn’t stay. His oath was more binding than even the bond you’d shared as children, and you knew it would be a vow he would never break.

“Let me feel you,” he whispered, and you crashed, clinging to him as he spilled into you, eagerly accepting a last hard kiss before the both of you collapsed atop the sheets. Thor was quick to move you into a more comfortable position, holding your body firm against his as he sought out lazy, gentle kisses and caresses.

You laid still in his arms for a while, enjoying the warmth of his body, listening to his heart pound in his chest, mirroring your own heartbeat. There was a stickiness you’d have to deal with eventually, though that threw up an entirely new problem.

“You know,” you whispered, looking up at him as he gazed down at you, “I’m not sure you’re going to fit in the shower.”

He laughed, a throaty and loud noise that made you smile anew. “We’ll figure it out,” he chuckled when his mirth died down a little.

For a second, you simply stared at him, unable to voice the dozens of questions clogging your head and your heart. “And everything else?”

Thor smiled, cupping your cheek and leaning in to kiss you softly. “There is nothing we cannot conquer,” he murmured, “together.”

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#thor odinson x reader #thor x reader #asgardian!reader #smut #fluff #angst #the three main food groups of fanfiction #mcu fanfic #marvel fanfiction #kitten writes #rhi writes

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This is nice #2

Random post-game scene in not ascended scenario. Maybe in a break in between another, new mission? No spoilers, only fluff 😊

In the quiet moments between their adventures, Astarion and Elowen found a semblance of peace beneath the shade of ancient trees. The campfire crackled softly, casting a warm glow that painted the night in hues of amber and gold. Surrounded by the comforting rustle of leaves, they shared a stolen moment away from the prying eyes of their companions.

Seated on a fallen log, Astarion absently traced patterns on the ground with a slender twig, his crimson eyes catching the flickering flames. Elowen, nestled beside him, hummed a gentle tune��a melody that echoed the quiet joy they discovered in each other.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Astarion turned toward her. "You know, for an undead creature, I've become surprisingly fond of these serene moments."

Elowen chuckled, a sound that danced in the tranquil air. "Surprising indeed. Who would've thought the chaotic vampire spawn would appreciate a quiet night?"

His fingers, cool but gentle, entwined with hers. "Well, it's not every day you find someone who can make even eternity seem less daunting."

The lighthearted banter gave way to a comfortable silence. The moon above, a silent witness, cast its ethereal glow upon them. Astarion leaned in, his lips brushing against the crown of Elowen's head, a gesture so tender it spoke volumes.

She leaned into his embrace, relishing the warmth that radiated from his cool touch. "Do you miss the sun?" she asked, her gentle voice a soft murmur.

Astarion considered the question, his gaze fixed on the distant stars. "Sometimes. But... then I realize that the moonlight has its own kind of magic. And besides, the night has its perks."

Elowen tilted her head, a playful smile playing on her lips. "Oh? Like what?"

Astarion's response was a light kiss on her forehead. "Like the fact that I can steal kisses from you without worrying about getting sunburned."

Laughter bubbled between them, a melody that blended seamlessly with the rustling leaves and the crackling fire. In the quiet heart of the night, under the celestial tapestry of stars, they found solace in the simplicity of each other's company—a love story unfolding in the hush of a moonlit night.

This...

...this was nice.

#i needed a fluff #their main story is so dark i needed something light and cute #Baldurs gate fluff #bg3 fluff #baldurs gate 3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate three #astarion bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 astarion #astarion x reader #bg3 fanfiction

[sapphiresandgoldenhalos]

𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔!

My name is Lillian, but "you there" or "hey you" works as well! :D

This blog has been designed (as of yesterday) to be a Fire Emblem x reader blog designated to all Fire Emblem games/titles! (The few that I fall short on are Sacred Stones and Binding/Blazing Blade. However, there is nothing that research can't solve!)

That said, feel free to request any headcanons or thoughts regarding the mainstream titles. However, if I find myself particularly lacking with regards to a certain character or title that I'm not familiar with, I may decline the request, but I will let you know if I do and offer solutions! (That is to say, I recommend that you ask for 1-3 characters in case I'm too unfamiliar with one!)

Right now, I only accept headcanons, as I'm not quite ready for drabbles or reader inserts (although all headcanons will be written with regards to reader x character) and they are the simplest and most concise forms of conveying ideas for me.

I DO accept anonymous asks, so feel free to snoop around there until you find the courage to send in a request! I promise that I don't bite, as I want this to be a fun and enjoyable experience for all! This said, minors are welcome, as no NSFW is allowed on this blog. Furthermore, I write my hcs largely based on a foundation where the reader's details are not specified so that as many readers as possible can feel included! :D

All of this being said, 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕! And happy chatting!

Note: As this blog (hopefully) grows with requests and my own ideas, my tags for finding things will take on a format like this:

fe (Character) x reader (Character) x reader Example: FE Marth x reader Marth x reader

No fancy fonts or flattery. I will keep it simple for easy access.

𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝑨𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕! (𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓤𝓹𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮)

#fe x reader #fire emblem x reader #fe3h x reader #fire emblem three houses x reader #(and so many more of the main titles :D )

[bigskydreaming]

And the truly obnoxious thing is like, we know from countless interviews over the past few months, that like.....EVERY writer in the X-office wanted Bobby for their book. Orlando said he really wanted Bobby and Christian to stay on Marauders for his run, but they’d already been called ‘dibs’ on, part of why I was so hopeful Bobby was in X-Men Red was specifically because Ewing had mentioned wanting to use him, Spurrier’s said something about wanting him, Tini Howard mentioned something about a possible Bobby story, hell, even Leah Williams wasn’t shy about wanting to do more with him and at this point I would even have preferred....y’know what, let me not tempt fate, I’m still holding a grudge about that trainwreck of an X-Tremists mini and I need to just not go there even for the sake of hysterical, fanboy-in-a-state-of-high-dudgeon hyperbole.

I’m just.....

Pretty much every other writer in the X-office except for Percy has mentioned having a Bobby story they want to tell (literally all of the above writers being bi, just for the record) and Marvel’s like nah, let’s keep him with the straight writer who already HAD two plus years to do whatever the hell he wanted with the character and used that time and opportunity to.....literally do nothing at all.

SURE, THAT SOUNDS ABOUT RIGHT.

#and literally the most common complaint about Duggan's X-Men title is that of the seven main cast members ALREADY on the book #he's barely given any of them actual focus or any kind of development whatsoever #....is it too soon for me to start hoping for an endpoint to his X-Men run so I at least know how long we've gotta be stuck with #him writing Bobby THIS time? #ugggggggggggggggh. this was NOT the news I was looking for today. Ill get over it and back to bored jaded ennui #soon enough - much like I'm managing to not be actively bothered by Taylor's Nightwing or the absence of me having #any interest in reading THAT book..... #but seriously. I only have three consistent comic book faves: Dick Grayson Kyle Rayner and Bobby Drake #all of whom are THEORETICALLY supposed to be pretty high profile and either A list or at least high B list #you would THINK it wouldn't be too much of a stretch to hope for at least ONE of three characters that high profile to have a consistent #presence in a well-written book and thus keep me occupied and entertained even if the other two aren't being utilized well or even at all #but nooooooooooooope. Kyle's still nowhere to be found as usual. Dick's being written as the walking embodiment #of every other character's support system and/or reliable showcase for them all to show off #how much more competent and better at dealing with all his enemies and threats are than he is IN HIS OWN BOOK #and Bobby's.....moving laterally from one book where he does fuck all but bring in readers for a writer who has zero interest in turning #that reader interest into actual storylines for him.....to another book where hey guess what? he'll most likely continue to do fuck all but #bring in readers for the same damn writer who has zero interest in turning that reader interest into actual storylines for him #YAY I LOVE COMICS THE END

[smallergalaxies]

i wrote a new fic instead of working on my old ones bc of Course lmao

it’s so fun tho to write the blorbos as other lil creatures

#it’s just so fun to write au’s #the fic is a two/three shot mothman fic #x reader #of course #which is kinda crazy bc im absolutely Obsessed with mer au’s rn #probs going to end up writing one before finishing my main fics too 😭 #crow chats

[legendaryjarcollection]

The way the tumblr search function will pretty much only show you the most insufferable people

#the fanfics with tags written in the main post text. the incorrect quotes. the out of character textpost edits. #THE X READER FICS #and the two or three really popular artists (these are good tho)