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comatosebunny09 · 6 months

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fever dream | astarion a.

genre(s): fluff, angst

warning(s): language, self-indulgent, sick!reader, astarion’s a little ooc

now playing: the night does not belong to god - sleep token

notes: very self-indulgent because i’m sick and needed some comfort and @nanaoise08squad inspired me to finish this. thank you for reading, lovelies! ❤️❤️❤️

Somehow, the sun shines brighter today. Glaringly so.

You hold a hand to your temple to shield your eyes from its brilliance. Your armor feels heavier, too. Like boulders stacked on your shoulders and chest, making it harder to breathe. You force out a groan that’s gritty like ash. Trudge down the steps leading outside the inn to join your companions, your limbs weighted and achy.

“I hate to point out the obvious, darling.” Astarion grimaces with his hands curled to his chest in revulsion. He ducks away from the sight of you. Winces as you take a labored step forward, your balance thrown to the hells.

“But you look like utter shit.”

You scoff, phlegm making itself known in your throat.

What a way to be greeted by the love of your life.

“You sure are a flatterer, aren’t you, Astarion?”

You’re sure to drag out the vowels of his name—or perhaps your words are a little slurred due to whatever ailment took hold of you today. Nevertheless, you jab a finger between his ribs, your face twisting into something haughty.

You wonder if it was worth the exertion as your vision and body sway along with the trees, and your head pounds something menacing whilst a wave of vertigo hurtles into you.

“Shit!”

Astarion catches you when you pitch forward, your legs unable to grasp the rhythm of walking. And there are suddenly two of him. Two little ‘starions calling your name, fretting over you, shaking you to keep you amongst the conscious.

You feel like lead. Feel yourself sinking below the surface, unable to return.

Your lids shutter as if weighed down by sandbags. The muddled shouts of your friends trickle in, each tinged with varying degrees of concern. You register hands all over you, patting and pulling. Register a strained voice yelling stop, and the frantic touching ceases.

Before you fully succumb to the darkness, there is the sensation of you being lifted up, followed by the earthy scent of bergamot flooding your senses, and it furls around your heart.

Then, there is nothing.

Something savory draws you from the inkiness of your sleep. It curls around your mind, luring you into consciousness.

You caution a sound, your throat rubbed raw from disuse. You slowly open your eyes, and the bleariness gradually morphs into discernible shapes and colors. Somehow, this place feels familiar.

You’re back in your rented room. Nestled in the plushness of a mattress with too many pillows and sheets soft as linen. You will yourself onto your elbows, wincing at the stiffness of your neck. The pain is manageable. Better than it was before, you note, leisurely ingesting your surroundings.

A lone candle flickers on the nightstand, swathing the room in its bronze glow. Moonlight seeps through the curtains lining the window across. The faint symphony of crickets accompanies the murmur of the inn’s other patrons and the groans of the floorboards beyond your doorway.

Bloody hell.

How long have you been out?

On cue, the doorknob rattles, and a slither of light leaks in. The swell of noise outside commands your attention. You stiffen, fingers instinctively twitching for a weapon. But your bones settle as a thatch of white creeps into your vision from the threshold.

“Well, hello there, Sleeping Beauty,” Astarion breathes. He toes the door shut, a steaming bowl of deliciousness cupped in his palms. Takes a few steps forward, rounded eyes flashing amber beneath the candlelight.

You recognize that aroma. The hearty scent which roused you from your sleep. Your stomach gnarls with life as Astarion nears the bed, donning that smug little mask.

“Hungry, are we?”

You nod enthusiastically, garnering a chuckle from the room’s other occupant. Suddenly self-conscious of how eager you are whilst he hands you the bowl, his fingers slinking away from yours as if he’s touched simmering coals.

“Courtesy of Gale,” Astarion supplies. “I can’t guarantee how good it tastes considering—well, you know. Undead and all that.”

His smile is tight-lipped. Guarded as he settles himself on a stool beside you, his spine straight and his ankles crossed. He helps you sit up against the headboard despite the unease permeating the air. Quickly retracts his hands to press them against the wood of his seat between his thighs, surveying your room.

You take some time to study him. Note that his eyebags seem more prominent than usual. Darker. Hair’s a little tussled, skin a bit paler. His shirt sits rumpled around his shoulders, the fastenings of it done all wrong. Worst of all, he has not looked at you for longer than a few beats. Like you’re made of glass and will shatter if he stares for too long.

A pang shoots through you, searing hot like lightning.

He was worried.

Worst of all, he was worried about you.

You’re no longer hungry, your stomach twisting as you gaze down at the stew bleeding warmth into your palms. You set it on the nightstand with a decisive clunk, quietly receding into yourself. Silently relenting to the smog of self-loathing draping itself across your shoulders.

“You scared me half to death, you know,” says Astarion, parting the tangled sea of your thoughts. As if he senses you berating yourself. It’s a soft drawl. An attempt at scolding you, but there’s weariness nestled in the undercurrents of it. “That’s saying a lot, considering I’ve already one foot in the grave.”

You peer up at him like a meager child. He watches you from his peripheral with crossed arms, his nose turned up, feigning disappointment. You see through the cracks of his façade, and your lips twitch with the threat of a smile.

He can be incredibly adorable when trying to shroud his feelings.

“I’m sorry,” you offer, your tone barely above a whisper.

Astarion releases a resigned sigh. And the weight of the world seems to pour from his shoulders as he angles himself towards you, reaching for one of your hands.

His expression softens, and he squeezes, his palm frigid yet reassuring. For the first time since he entered, he truly looks at you. Gaze swims through your features as if to commit every detail, every imperfection, to memory. As if he could lose you at any second.

“No need to apologize, my love. I was just…concerned, is all. I suppose we all were when you went down.”

The recollection makes your face blossom with heat. Poor little darling, taken out by a nasty cold. Causing hysteria among your friends, deterring your journey.

Astarion thumbs your cheek, smiling something genuine at the pout on your lips.

Your tongue burns with the ache of a question, and you shrink, not wholly prepared for the answer.

“How long was I out for?”

“Nearly two days.”

You blanch, evoking another guttural laugh from Astarion.

“Shadowheart did her best to heal you. There was only so much her magic could mend. So, we’ve been playing the waiting game while you caught up on your beauty sleep. Not like you need much more of it.”

You snort at Astarion’s cheekiness.

Leave it to your little star to find every opportunity to flatter you.

He examines your joined hands thoughtfully, thumb smoothing over your knuckles.

“It’s been centuries since I’ve dealt with mortal illnesses. Honestly, I couldn’t begin to fathom how to comfort you. Other than gracing you with my presence, of course.”

It’s refreshing to see his humor is still intact despite his beloved pulling a Snow White.

For a while, you sit like this. Basking in the moment’s serenity, holding hands. Grinning and laughing like two enamored fools when your gazes interlock. You can tell that Astarion’s lightyears away, however. At war with himself, lost in the maelstrom of his thoughts, reprimanding himself for not being your proverbial knight in shining armor.

Absently, you scoot over. Relinquish your love’s hand—much to his chagrin—to pat the space beside you. You affix him with a look that’s all too serious as you say, “For starters, you could try holding me.”

Astarion stares at you with rounded eyes. Mouth opens and closes like a gaping fish, forming around words that he can’t quite conjure.

“Oh. A-Alright,” he finally musters. Dumbfounded, Astarion stands, maneuvering to sit beside you on the bed. He doesn’t quite know what to do with his hands. Never does, unused to being so vulgar, so unabashed with his feelings.

Though, for you, you know he would rearrange the stars in the sky if he could.

So you help him, tugging him closer and falling into the circle of his arms. You nestle against his chest with a pleased hum vibrating your throat. Tangle your legs together, ignoring the surprised sound that leaves him.

He’s a lovely contrast to your still-enflamed skin. Fits like a puzzle piece against you, soft and lithe. He relaxes gradually, tucking you ever closer against him as if you’ll disappear in a plume of smoke if he lets go. He pets through your hair before anchoring his chin to the crown of your head, surrendering a satisfied sigh.

“Well, I supposed this isn’t so bad, now is it?” Astarion husks, stroking soothing circles into the notches of your spine.

You nod offhandedly, your lids lowering, and your body feeling at ease.

Suddenly, your ailment seems more bearable as you sink below the depths of slumber, an unguarded smile cresting over your lips.

The shadows of your conjoined bodies dance along the walls as the candlelight dwindles, and you both surrender to the tranquility of the night.

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#astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion x you #bg3 x reader #astarion fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #astarion fluff #tw: language #tw: angst #tw: self loathing #tw: sickness #sick!tav #sick!reader #astarion comfort #bg3 #bg3 astarion

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tumbleweed-run · 4 months

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Academia

Female!Tav, Professor Kink

Your breath caught as you froze in the doorway.

It was unreasonable how beautiful Gale was. Always, but especially just now as he sat, distracted, behind a large ornate desk. The afternoon sun filtered through the tall stained glass windows, casting a rainbow of colors across his face as he focused on writing something.

Gale had accepted a teaching position with Blackstaff, upgrading his position with the academy from consultant to professor. Term hadn’t begun yet, instead he was in the building preparing his new office and making lesson plans. You’d hoped to lure him away for a late lunch, as this would be your last chance to do so, but the sight before you had propelled your brain in another direction entirely.

His robes were nowhere to be seen, likely hung properly on the back of the door as the room was quite warm. Instead, Gale was down to his shirt and trousers. His sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows, which was possibly the most erotic thing you’d ever seen. Compounded by the fact that his hair was half up, keeping it from his face as he wrote.

The pooling of heat low in your belly had nothing to do with the temperature of the room.

Gale, of course, chose that exact moment to look up from his writing, not as oblivious to the world as you’d thought. He was laying down his quill, a smile breaking out on his lovely face when he too froze. His eyes darkened with whatever it was he saw on your face.

He recovered his composure quickly and carefully finished putting the quill in its place. You couldn’t help but follow Gale’s movements as he closed the ink pot and put that away as well. He seemed very much aware of your gaze as his next step was to lean back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest.

“Close the door,” he ordered by way of greeting.

You were very proud of yourself for swallowing down the whimper this new position had nearly dragged from your throat. But while you were busy proverbially patting yourself on the back for your vocal restraint, your body had obeyed the order he’d issued.

“Come here,” Gale directed. The hand he stretched out for you betrayed any bite to his words.

Happily, you took it, allowing him to pull you around the side of the desk until were by his side. Only then did Gale turn his body, his knees now bracketed your legs. He looked up at you, hand still holding yours, and searched your face as he asked.

“What can I do for you, darling?”

The memory of why you’d actually come here flittered out of your mind. Instead, a thousand ideas, each less appropriate than the one before, flooded your brain.

“I want to suck your cock, please, professor,” was what spilled from your lips finally.

Gale inhaled sharply at your words, nostrils flaring.

Your cheeks flamed as you suddenly remembered every time you’d gotten a little crush on one of your own professors growing up. You’d had a similar thought months ago when Gale had accepted his new position, but they were just silly memories then. Now you realized exactly how dangerous this new profession of Gale’s was.

Without warning, Gale yanked on your arm, toppling you forward so you were forced to catch yourself on the arms of his chair. Your faces were now inches apart, and you found yourself greedily inhaling each of his exhales. His eyes searched yours, flicking back and forth quickly until they stilled. His whole face relaxed for a moment before morphing into something a bit harder than you were used to.

Not harder. Sterner.

“Then I suggest you make it worth the interruption. I am quite busy,” he directed brusquely.

“Ye-yes, sir,” you stammered, realizing he was playing along with you.

You barely felt any pain as your knees collided with the stone floor. If the bulge in his pants was any indication, Gale was just as affected by the situation as you were. Quickly, you opened the laces of his trousers. A bit too eagerly, perhaps, because his hand threaded through your hair, and he gave a sharp tug.

“Gently,” he warned, “I do need to look presentable later.”

Slowing down your hands was near torture, but eventually, you managed to undo his pants and free Gale’s cock. You gave no warning before swallowing him down and Gale moaned. His whole body tensed for a moment, hand tugging in your hair once again before he relaxed - legs stretching out on either side of you.

You eagerly worked him with your mouth, one hand grasping the base of his cock to work what you couldn’t comfortably fit. Maybe you should have been ashamed of the drool that escaped your lips, cascading down your own fist but you couldn’t bring yourself to be. Instead, you sucked and licked at Gale’s cock until your jaw began to ache.

Gale groaned above you, his breaths growing louder and more labored the longer you worked him. His hand in your hair flexed, occasionally tugging but mostly just there as if to anchor him. You could feel the muscles in his thighs flex around you as well.

You snuck a glance up at him from under your lashes and found him watching you. Gale snuck a hand under your chin and tilted your face just slightly upwards to make maintaining eye contact easier. You were barely able to keep his cock in your mouth as he did, forced to still your ministrations.

Gale kept your eyes locked as he experimentally rolled his hips, the head of his cock butting against your hard palate. He did this a few times. You desperately wished he would release your chin so you could reposition your mouth, allowing him access to fuck your throat. But instead, he gently pulled you away from him. You whimpered when you were finally forced to let his cock fall from your lips.

“Up,” he ordered, voice rough.

You stood, absentmindedly wiping your hand on your own pants.

Gale stood once you were fully up, his body came flush against yours. It made it all the more easy for him to manuever you backwards against the desk. He leaned down towards you, and for a second you thought he was about to kiss you. Right up until his lips ghosted across your cheek to your ear.

“Pull down your pants and turn around,” he rumbled quietly into your ear.

You frowned at the kiss you weren’t granted but even still you were quickly undoing your pants. You didn’t give a single shit if you looked presentable later, your clothes were suddenly an unacceptable barrier between the two of you, and you worked quickly. Gale didn’t back away as you turned, instead you were forced to jostle against him. The length of his cock dragged against your clothes the entire time.

He didn’t wait for you to pull down your trousers. Instead, he grabbed hold of them and pulled them down to your thighs. You barely had a moment to register this before Gale was pressing you down over the desk, hand firm between your shoulder blades. He shifted behind you and you felt his cock slot into place along the cleft of your ass.

The pressure on your back turned to a gently caressing motion. You tried to turn your head to look at him but your own hair impeded your vision.

“Be a good girl and keep quiet,” Gale directed, “we don’t want anyone to know you’re letting your professor fuck you over his desk.”

Your thighs involuntarily clamped together at his words. Gale felt it if the light rumble of laughter from above was any indication.

You could feel him take hold of his cock a moment before he angled it between your thighs. He didn’t bother to try to press inside of you. Instead, he drug his cock slowly between your folds allowing to head to brush against your clit, forcing a whimper out of you each time it did. You bit back the noise the best you could and only once he rubbed against you and you managed nothing more than a sharp intake of breath did Gale finally realign himself to press into you.

He moved slowly as he pressed into you. No matter how wet you were, without any preparation, his cock felt impossibly blunt and impossibly thick. You could feel a dull ache as he continued working into you. You were panting through your nose by the time Gale bottomed out, hips flush against your ass. Not with pain, but instead with the control you were issuing upon your body. Demanding your hips not just snap back against him so he would finally get to fucking you.

Gale seemed to read your mind, and his hands moved to hold your hips in place, pinned against the edge fo the desk. He held that position for what seemed like forever. You bit back several demands to move that you wanted to issue, instead focusing on the way the parchment you were plastered against fluttered with each of your breaths.

Finally, he began to move. Slowly, no doubt still wary of hurting you. But each movement was quicker than the one before until the room was filled with the sound of Gale’s skin colliding with yours. Each thrust forcing out a tiny grunt from you, barely more than a puff of breath.

You gripped the edge of the desk near your hips for leverage as you pressed back against Gale. Pressing up on your tiptoes the angle changed, and the first thrust forced a whimper from your lips. Audibly you clamped your teeth together, trying to swallow back the noises you desperately wanted to make. Gale either didn’t notice or didn’t care. He was fucking into you quickly now, his own grunts sounding punched from his chest. He was close.

Ignoring the aching of your calves, you kept onto your toes. You could feel your own orgasm building. Gale shifted behind you until he was leaning over your back, one of his hands leaving your hip to snake beneath you. Taking advantage of the new space you’d created beneath you, he worked his fingers between your legs. At the first brush of his fingertip against your clit you forgot yourself and moaned loudly.

Gale froze instantly.

You cringed, swearing you could hear the forbidden sounds still echoing off the stone walls.

You held still as well. Hoping he’d forgive you and take your renewed silence as an apology.

“Please, professor” you whispered after it appeared Gale was never going to move again. “I’m sorry. I’ll be quiet. Please,” you begged.

“Not another sound,” Gale warned.

As if to make a point, it was his fingers that moved first. Rubbing against your clit lightly, daring you to so much as whimper at the sensation. You managed to bite back each down, eyes slamming shut with the effort.

“Good girl,” Gale praised in a hushed tone, as he kept up with his fingers against your clit, cock still buried motionlessly inside of you. The walls of your cunt fluttered at his praise.

Your orgasm built quickly at his touch but no amount of wiggling around his cock brought the relief you were looking for. By this point you were sweating, the papers you were laying on undoubtedly ruined. But gods, you wanted them to be. Wanted Gale to have to look at the sweat smudged ink and relive this moment over and over in this room.

Gale, perhaps out of pity or selfishness, finally began thrusting into you again. It only took three sharp thrusts for you to come with a silent scream. Your mouth hung open, but no sound or air was able to force its way out. Above you, Gale came with a whispered curse, both hands holding tightly to your hips once more as he buried himself inside of you.

After a moment, he collapsed against your back, both of you panting in rhythm. Your ribs expanding while his contracted. Over and over until your breaths slowed.

Gale’s grip on your hips grew gentle as he held you still and pulled his half-softened cock from you. You snorted a laugh, both your hair and the papers rustling with your breath as you felt the mess of your combined orgasms drip down your thigh. You heard more than saw Gale collapse back into his chair, and after a moment, he pulled you back into his lap. Unaware or uncaring of the mess.

#gale x reader #gale x female reader #gale x tav #gale x female tav #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #hello I am not dead #and i am absolutely the target audience for professor dekarios #its harder to write lately as the baby is 6 months and sleeps less during the day

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luvtak · 1 month

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wanting, hhj x reader

✧ genre/tw extreme lying in the grass with hyune on his birthday, major yearning alert, really dangerous fluff i am so sorry, i love yous and maybe a few pet names, unedited<3

✧ w/c 784

✧ this is very quick and mainly just a word dump, but i hope you like it! some sweet for the sweetest boys birthday... how lovely the first bit of spring comes with him

Sitting close this close to him you can smell the sunscreen mixing with his sweet cologne– the scent of warm weather days; springs and summers spent laying together just like this… glowing underneath the sun like two sleepy cats. It’s funny to think that you’ve laid this way a hundred times in a hundred different ways, yet the novelty never wears. His long fingers swiping their way down your arm, reaching around your wrist and holding tightly. This close he can feel your heartbeat all around him, your chest pressed right into his and the rapid thump coming from his hold around your bracelet. Even after all this time, you still get so nervous being with him, the familiarity of his love swirling in your chest and your stomach–creating shaky hands and warm cheeks.

Hyunjin’s eyes are peering down at you, striking you down with the strength of it. He’s so happy, springtime brightening his complexion with the shiniest smile you’ve ever seen, happiness leaping off of him. The warm blush settling along his cheekbones, the same color of the blossoms above you, creates a brilliant desire to heat up in you. Not a physical desire, not the disastrous need of nights past, but a fire of want… days spent waking up together and kissing goodnight, pictures and paintings, shared nightstand novels.

It’s ridiculous, you have him already– your hearts are tied together with twine; shared myocardium morphing into one beautiful beating thing– yet you don’t think you could ever stop yourself from wanting more. That wishing ache for him to be with you, too see him like a mirror to your own soul.

He told you once that being with you was like a shower of cold mist on a hot day. You remember laughing, giggling at the unexpected confession for an early morning, but you see now. This unexpected pain for loving and needing and wanting someone so much, the biting incredulity of seeing someone.

This close, both can see the evidence of the human condition wearing on each others faces, but Hyunjin has never been fonder of sun scars or smile lines–he loves you and he tells you with the blossomed trees as his witnesses.

“I love you too, Hyune.” you say, quietly though you’re alone, and his grin is a lesson in heartbreak; so lovely, like a supernova.

He never thought he could love springtime so much, had always been accustomed to fall and the icy cold weather of winter, but lying here with you he thinks spring might be his favorite. Seeing you and the flowers alight into living breathing blooms takes his breath away, makes him reach for his pencils and his paints. In the week alone he’s amassed several pictures of you, all beautiful, but none right. It’s the only reason he resents his love for you, so big and blinding, that no matter how exact the portrait is, it’s still missing that fundamental gleam you hold.

“When we get home, can I paint you again?” The question while posed so sweetly makes you groan, if it wasn’t his birthday there’d be no way you’d sit for him another time. And yet, you can’t deny how special he is–the only thing he wanted today was to spend it with you, cake and presents optional.

It’s this magic that makes you agree, and you can’t deny the excitement of seeing him work. Ever focused and hard working, Hyunjin’s world stopping even while in messy clothes and tied up hair. Seeing him paint made you fall in love with him; the sight of his color covered hands and his clear gaze over his canvas, looking over at you to smile… god you were doomed for him then.

His stare turns to the clouds now, smile still lilting as he speaks, “i’m painting you right now actually,”

“What do you mean?”

“Sometimes in my head I look at you, and I feel the need for a pencil or a brush. I see what colors I would use, how I would blend them together to get the exact shade for your eyes… I’m doing it now.”

It’s such a Hyunjin thing to say, yet the truth of it shocks you–what a beautiful boy he is, a rare and lovely find. Grinning like he knows he’s wooing you, staring up at the maya blue sky and painting a picture in his head.

“I really do love you, Hyune.” you tell him, and the strength of it turns his head. Lighting his eyes with a fondness made for spring, rising slightly to settle his lips over your forehead before replying earnestly with every bit of truth in his heart,

“I love you too.”

#hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x you #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #skz #stray kids #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin scenarios #stray kids fluff #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz fluff #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines

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i-drop-level-one-loot · 8 days

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To Love You (Platonic Yandere! Child x Monster!Reader)

Chapter 0: The Body I Stole

(CW: death, femme bodied gender neutral reader, child abuse) very short prologue for a story idea I had

There was a muffled sound of a woman struggling quietly as she chased the terrified gasps of a child running for his life. A small boy, maybe five years old, covered in scrapes and bruises new and old, was fleeing his mother as she limped after him.

Avery had caused the accident.

Her eyes were cold and sharp, glaring at the road ahead of her as they drove down the curvey mountain. It wasn't his fault, the scene at the birthday party, but his mother didn't believe it. She never did. The fear of being "disciplined" was something Avery never really shook, in fact, it was something he learned to expect..

He didn't know why he did it. But a surge of adrenaline electrocuted his fingertips, and launched his little arms towards her and the steering wheel. The family car swerved towards the trees, rolling twice before smashing into a tree.

The mother was practically dragging her shattered ankle through the weeds as she tried to catch her kid.

"AVERY! COME BACK HERE RIGHT! NOW!" Her voice tore through the woods. The venomous words that promised pain was heard by more than just Avery, however.

They didn't know what the situation was, nor did they care.. All (Reader) could think about was their hunger.

A twig snapping made the woman stop, believing she had found her child. The scowl on her beautiful features deepened, making the woman look more like a monster than the creature who had just woken up.

"Avery. If you come out right now I won't be mad. I promise."

Even to a monster that had been sleeping for the past hundred or so years, her lies were obvious. (Reader) listened to the little one covering his mouth a few feet away, and guessed that he was the Avery this woman was speaking to. But unfortunately for her, Avery was hiding in the opposite direction.

She couldn't even fake a smile as she hobbled over towards where the monster hid, stretching out their creaky joints.

As she passed the thick trees to where she heard the snapping branches, a small look of hateful triumph was shattered as she found something else standing where she assumed her son would be. The eight foot tall creature with grey skin smiled down at the human. Their body smelled of dirt and moss, but looked like a mummified corpse stretched out. Black hair fell around their shoulders, almost covering their six, blood red eyes, focusing on the trembling prey before them.

Her beautifully painted lips weren't given a chance to scream before the creature opened it's jagged toothed maw, and bit her pretty little head in half.

(Reader's) strong jaw crushed the woman's skull easily, splashing her soft innards down their throat and across their naked chest. It had been so long since they ate that they forgot to take the basic feeding steps.

What was her height? Her hair color? Her chest size? They forgot to care. It wasn't until the only thing left of her body was her left leg.

"Ah.. I made a mistake." (Reader) mumbled to themselves as they tried to recall what their meal's appearance was. If they hadn't been starving, they would have morphed into their new persona before eating them.

They did their best in replicating the woman.

Their spine snapped loudly as they shrunk, hair and skin rapidly changing in color and texture, until they were the woman as they somewhat recalled her to be. 'I'll just find a better suit later..'

Not even the woman's clothes remained in the bloody aftermath. (Reader) sighed as they shook her leg. 'My starvation made me sloppy.' They finished off the last leg of their meal, before turning and surprising themselves with the appearance of a small boy with black hair watching them. (Reader's) new eyes widened, having been so focused on their food that they hadn't noticed him sneaking up on them.

As they contemplated killing and taking the young boy's form, he surprised them again, rushing forward suddenly and wrapping his thin arms around (Reader's) naked flesh.

A/N: I know it's short, but I had an idea for a multiple chapter story, with a clingy adoptive son ❤️ needed to get the OG mother out of the way before the story, because even though this is what I want to happen in the story, it doesn't fit the way I want the first chapter to start haha

#yandere #yandere x reader #platonic yandere #yandere family #prologue #monster reader #gn reader #afab reader #kinda not really #cw blood #cw death

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yandere-romanticaa · 7 months

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I'm just imagining how scary Akutagawa would be whenever he would threaten you with his ability but he wouldn't ever actually go through with it... Not fully, at the very least.

Whenever you misbehave the man just has a habit of getting Rashomon to scare you off, its long, black talons hanging right over your head as you cower in fear as he just stares down at you, his face devoid of any emotions. "You should have learned the rules by now." he'd say, his voice cold and unforgiving. You would always find yourself gulping and sweating bullets, it was impossible to look up at him let alone gather the courage to speak.

"Talk."

There was no room for weakness. Akutagawa would never allow you to be weak. He was strong, he was fully aware of that plain and true fact. Because of that fact, he knew that he needed to make you stronger, he needed to prepare you for the true horrors of this world. If you can't even defend yourself against him then how the Hell were you going to go back into the wild out there, unprepared like a little baby? He can't protect you forever.

His eyes widened at the realization as he felt his heart break a little.

...he can't protect you forever. He wants to. He really, truly wants to. He will be gone, sooner rather than later. Are you happy about that? Does it bring you satisfaction knowing that the man who so cruelly kidnapped you already had one foot planted in his grave? He laughed bitterly at the thought. He gave you a closed eyes smile but he could still sense your confusion.

Honestly, you were so easy to read, it was downright humiliating.

Akutagawa can't let anyone else read you like that. For once in his life, he wanted something to be his. Death may be the one thing which was going to tear the two of you apart but he had no intentions of making an exit from this world before leaving his mark.

"Stay still." he said as he finally opened his eyes.

"This is going to hurt."

Without missing a beat, Rashomon tore into your arm as you screamed in pain. It was sharp and sudden, the hot white pain was so intense that it clouded all of your senses. You could feel its teeth dig deeper and deeper into your flesh as fresh blood started to pool all over you, staining everything in its path. Akutagawa remained quiet once more as he let his ability carry out his bidding, all the while thinking how oddly pretty you looked like this.

Even if you were in pain, red truly was a beautiful color on you.

After what felt like a century, the pain morphed into a more numb feeling, as if the ability wanted to go easy on you. The sharp teeth did not cease until the words "PROPERTY OF AKUTAGAWA" were etched onto the entirety of your arm, droplets of blood decorating your soft skin and it was all Akutagawa's to enjoy.

Allowing himself a rare moment of softness, Akutagawa crouched down to your level, gently took your arm and planted a gentle kiss at the back of your wrist, right above the pulse point. That place was a favorite of his, feeling your beating heart brought him great joy. He needed to patch you up quickly but he once again allowed himself to be selfish just more as he decided to indulge himself in your being.

He didn't know how much time he had left. That was exactly why he needed to make every moment count.

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loveyourownsmiilee · 2 months

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Alright friends I’m back with a small and quick buddie language analysis based off all that content we got for the 100 episodes celebration!!!

First of all, I can’t even get into body language without speaking about their outfit choices. On the same day we have their costume designer talk about how everything is thought out, how she meets with the directors/producers to make sure everything is right we have a sneak peek on what appears to be Buck and Eddie’s wedding outfits for Maddie and Chim’s wedding. Why is this a big deal?!? Because they are literally complimenting each other almost as if it’s meant to be viewed that they’re together as a unit. Now maybe it can be a family unit and not necessarily a couple type thing. Regardless, light pink and mint green are very complimentary and work well together. Upon some research, I found that pink tends to balance out the color green. The color pink will typically soften the color green whereas green will keep the pink color more grounded and leveled with the earth. Think of a strawberry where it grows from the green leaves and blooms into a beautiful red or pink shade!

Anyways it’s certainly a fucking choice that now we have confirmation that their costumes are always intentional, we have a glimpse into both gentlemen matching at what seems to be Buck’s sisters wedding. If that’s not meant to be obvious or a statement, then what is the reason? Especially knowing Eddie has never worn pink a single episode we’ve seen him in. He usually wears the earthy tones and Buck is the one who wears the fun colors including pink. So this role reversal is intentional but I also think it’s because Eddie is finally stepping out of his comfort zone and trying new things but Buck is still there to balance him out with his familiar earthy tones. They simply compliment each other well.

Now when it comes to body language, I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again: Oliver and Ryan have such raw natural chemistry that really shines on screen. Clearly they’ve been filming a lot together because they’re slowly morphing into the same person. In many videos we have seen thus far, they are mirroring one another so seamlessly. That’s because their bodies have become so familiar with one another that it naturally mimics one another.

Take this video for example. They both go in and take a bite at the same time. They’re not even looking at each other but their bodies are in sync with one another.

Then we have another video where both men tilt their head and look left at the same time. It happens so naturally, almost as if there’s a mirror there and you’re seeing the same reflection. It’s ridiculous how in tune they are.

Then we have the level of closeness and lack of personal space. Oliver usually tends to keep his arms straight out and never really puts his hand around anyone when taking pictures. He clearly feels comfortable enough with Ryan to put his arm and hand around him for the photos they were taking. Also, Ryan is leaning in towards Oliver in the first photo which can be a direct result of how comfortable they are to be around each other, taking up the same space.

Do not even get me started on whatever this is. Clearly they didn’t know their picture was being taken while they were having their little talk. But this reminds me of all of Aisha’s lives where they were in their own little bubble talking as if they’re the only two people in the room. Same goes here. This is clearly two people who are so fucking comfortable in each others’ orbits and tend to tune out everyone and everything around them when they’re together. They exude such natural chemistry that it’s so palpable in pictures such as candids like this one. This tells me that it’s very likely a lot of their scenes have been together, which would explain why real life starts mimicking what happens on screen.

All in all what I’m trying to say is something is definitely different about these two this season. I know I’ve said it in the past but you don’t just look this comfortable and attached with just a random coworker or a friend. These are two people that have grown closer whether it’s on screen or maybe in real life with their friendship. All I’m saying is that something has shifted and it’s so obvious with just how naturally in sync they are with each other, how easily they touch one another and lean into the others touch. Something definitely has shifted or is on the cusp of shifting and I for one am excited to see. Excited to see why these choices on their wedding attire were made. Excited to see the trajectory of their on screen relationship. Excited to see how they’re going to strengthen Buck and Eddie and excited to see if they do in fact plan on planting those seeds for Buddie to bloom come next season.

#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #ryan guzman #oliver stark #911 spoilers #buddie language #body language #911 on abc #buddie meta #I’m back at it

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lucilla-sims · 7 months

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I am very happy with the new kit ❤ so many beautiful swimsuits ❤ and for boys too ❤❤❤ I honestly fell in love with the ones with the gnome print 😁

🏐 for teen and adult men

🏐 with all morphs

🏐 categorized as full body swimsuit

🏐 all original Maxis colors

🏐 all files are compressed

Standalone AM version here or mediafire

Standalone TM version here or mediafire

Repod TM version here or mediafire

Credits: EAxis

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bugmuncherr · 26 days

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BUG OF THE DAY

BotD 14 - 04/04/24

These are the many different caterpillar color morphs of the Banded Sphinx moth!

Today's BotD is specifically for these gorgeous caterpillars, but the adult moth of this species is also absolutely beautiful! (See below) It's not uncommon for caterpillars to have some standard variation in their colors- in fact, color morphs are quite common! Usually, these color morphs benefit the caterpillars because it makes sure that no matter what environment they're in, some caterpillars will have a camouflage advantage. My favorite example of this is in the species Papilio polyxenes, or the Eastern Black Swallowtail. Not only do the caterpillars of this species show up either fronting green and white, or fronting black, but the chrysalids of this species can also show up either leafy green, or tree bark brown. This, however, is a very unusual amount of color morphing! Not only are there many different variations of these caterpillars, but they are all drastically different in color! Which flavor is your favorite? Mine is strawberry-banana!

Thea why are all of these recent posts about moths? Because I'm being self-indulgent !! Gosh !!! Go treat yourselves

#BotD #bug of the day #entomology #bugs #bug #bugblr #bugposting #insect #insects #moth #moths #lepidoptera #lepidopterology #caterpillar

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mixergiltron · 24 days

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Spring has sprung.

It's Spring time in DC,which means we get to enjoy the beauty of the cherry blossoms. The weather wasn't so great this year,but they were still pretty.

(actual cherry blossom pic taken by Uncle Giltron)

And of course,there are Tiki drinks for this occasion.

Mix #160 Cherry Blossom

1.5oz white rum 1oz pineapple juice 1oz cream of coconut 3/4oz lime juice 1/2oz blue curacao 1/2oz cinnamon syrup

Shake well with plenty of ice and pour into hurricane glass.

Created by Justin Wojslaw,from the book Minimalist Tiki. Despite the name,there is no cherry in the drink,and it's actually turquoise colored instead of red. So it's pretty much the perfect drink for the way things work in DC. It's sweet and creamy with a cinnamon profile. Pretty good,if a bit touristy.

Mix #161 Cherry Pie Tai

1.5oz Demerara rum 1/2oz rhum agricole 3/4oz Cherry Heering 3/4oz lemon juice 1/2oz orgeat

Shake with ice and pour into Mai Tai glass.

I love Mai Tais,so a cherry version was perfect to go with the blossoms. Created by Nathan Robinson,it pretty much tastes like a tart cherry Mai Tai. Quite nice.

Mix #162 Paradise Cooler

2oz white rum 1/2oz Cherry Heering 1oz velvet falernum 2oz orange juice 1oz lime juice

Shake with ice and pour into double old fashioned glass. Garnish with cherry speared with an apple slice.

This was the house drink of the Denver Hilton in the 1960's. It's tart and citrus-y with some spice and a bit of cherry finish. Very nice. A good Tiki drink for cherry fans.

Mix #163 Hemingway Daiquiri

2oz white rum 3/4oz lime juice 1/2oz grapefruit juice 1/2oz maraschino liqueur*

Shake with ice until chilled,then strain into coupe glass.

*I used Cherry Heering.

So,the story goes that Ernest Hemingway went into the El Floridita bar in Havana to use the restroom. On the way out the bartender was setting up a line of daiquiris and Hemingway decided to try one. He commented that it wasn't bad,but he preferred twice the rum and no sugar. So the bartender made one his way and named the drink after him. And over time it has morphed into the recipe above. No idea if any of this is true,but it's a good story. Since Ernest was a man's man,I decided to use Smith & Cross navy rum instead of white rum. The result was a VERY tart drink. And I used Heering which is sweeter than maraschino liqueur. I didn't want Ernest's ghost to haunt me and call me a wuss,so I finished it,but if I were ever to make another I'd definitely dump in some simple syrup. If tart's your thing,then you might like this.

Mix #164 Ankle Breaker

1oz 151 rum* 1oz Cherry Heering 1oz lemon juice 1/2 oz simple syrup

Shake with ice and pour into double rocks glass.

*I used Wray & Nephew Overproof.

I came across this recipe in a Facebook group. According to Beachbum Berry's book Remixed,this was created in the Swamp Fox Room bar in the Francis Marion Hotel in Charleston, South Carolina sometime in the 1950's. It was inspired by a story about hero of the Revolutionary War,General Francis Marion(AKA,the Swamp Fox),who supposedly broke his ankle jumping from a second-story window of the hotel while trying “to escape sober from a party at which this drink was flowing too freely.” Again,no idea if this is true but a good story is a good story. While 151 rum is intended for this,the poster used Wray & Nephew Overproof(which is "only" 126 proof) and since I have W&N and have been meaning to use it more,I used it too. And since I like funk I also doubled down and used Demerara syrup instead of regular simple. Very nice. This drink is very daiquiri-like. The rum really came forward with just a bit of cherry finish. Of course with overproof rum it had some kick. I'm going to make this again with some other rums just to play around with it.

So until next time,have a cocktail and enjoy the pretty flowers.

#tiki drinks #tiki #tikiculture #rum cocktails #cocktails #rum drinks #rum #tikilife #spring #springtime #cherry blossom #cherry cocktails

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todoshotoroki · 2 years

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𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈, 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉𝓈

Warnings: Smut, f receiving oral, heavy begging, heavy praise, virgin f reader x virgin Todoroki 〤 Minors DNI

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It simply was not enough.

What started out as an innocent movie night in your best friend’s dorm room, somehow managed to morph into you lying on your back against some of the softest satin pillows and fluffiest blankets you've ever felt, and were sure to have cost him thousands. While his bed was very nice, you don’t think you’ll ever feel anything softer than Shoto Todoroki’s tufts of silky red and white hair on your thighs, drawing your attention back down between them.

“Are you spacing out on me again, Y/n?” Shoto’s voice was even softer than his hair, if that was even possible.

It made your legs begin to shake with the way he nuzzled his cheek against your inner thigh like a damn cat, his hot breath fanning over your panties, the only thing between his mouth and your sweet spot. His palms were sweaty as they gripped your legs, one of the only indicators of how incredibly nervous he actually was.

Besides the hot air panting across your clit, of course.

“I've never done this before, but I promise I can make you feel good, is that it?..You can trust me, Y/n”

The bed creaked as Todoroki adjusted his position, angling his hips just so slightly so that they could subtly press evenly against the mattress beneath him. Of course he could make you feel so fucking good, with how much he has thought about this exact thing, nobody has fantasized about this as much as he has. He's practically been preparing for the moment the two of you would finally get this close.

“Or.. or maybe I'm distracting you..”

The gentle hmm vibrating against your skin brought your attention forward, back to the bi-colored eyes glinting up at you. “Or is it that I make you nervous when I'm this close?” His lips quirked up in a silent chuckle, his arms snaking around each of your legs, and slowly hiking them higher up his shoulders until your knees touched around his neck, completely trapping him.

“What if I kept getting closer? Hmm?" You could feel it, you could feel the way his breath got heavier in the past few moments.

He was practically drooling, panting against you for air at this point.

“Shoto-” His eyes snapped back up at the sound of his name falling breathlessly from your lips.

“Yes?” He replied, ready to hand over everything he’s ever had.

Todoroki never found it difficult to contain himself. He had done it for years, resisting the deadly temptation that was just simply you. He couldn’t, not anymore, not while he was here, “trapped” between your soft legs. “Did you want to say something? princess?” He whispered, licking his lips as his nose began nuzzling softly against your clit. His eyes closed once again in the process, basking in your warmth.

Well, you were going to speak, but words were nowhere to be found as your jaw fell slack in surprise when Shoto began to flatten his tongue along your underwear, licking a long wet, sloppy stripe all the way to your clit, right where he latched his mouth and began sucking.

The sudden yelp you let out, and the way your legs instantly caged themselves around his head was dreamlike. It was as if it was instinct for you to use him to ground yourself. He had never felt so depended on before, especially sexually, and when it was by you? Dear god.

Todoroki huffed, unknowingly letting out a groan that vibrated between your thighs, only adding to the stimulation as he spent the next few moments lapping his tongue around to draw even more of those beautiful sounds from your lips. His blue eye peaked open to watch you through a hooded haze.

In the coming moments, Shoto made the calculated decision to simply burn the fabric of your panties away. They were so cute, really. But they were the only thing keeping him from really tasting you. “Gonna take care of you, make you feel so good” The subtle burning smell was gone quickly, and replaced by the sudden draft of cold air that told you, you were now naked in front of your best friend. “Aren’t you so glad we get to do this together?”

You could feel the growing, smirkish smile against your lower lips, unable to respond as his tongue slowly parted them. The groan he let out was animalistic, his fingernails suddenly digging into your thighs, a bit painfully.

Todoroki tried his best to lighten his grip as he felt your hands clench around his wrist. He was well aware of his inability to hold back when it came to you, but he would keep those feelings at bay if that's what you had wanted. He would save them for another time.

“J-Jesus Y/n” He practically whimpered at your taste.

“I get this all to myself? Before anybody else?”

Of course, it would be a miracle for anybody else to get this far, they wouldn't need too now with him involved. And Shoto would prove that to you tonight. Now that he finally had the chance too.

“Y-yes just- fuck, stop teasing me, please!”

Awe. He almost wanted to. Your little cursing at him was just so cute.

But no. Instead, you received a pinch to the hip, causing your body to twitch out of place with another small noise.

“(Name)”

Startled, you nervously peaked downwards. Mismatched eyes eating away at you.

Finally, you noticed truly the messed up state he was in. The intense blush, the sweat, his chest panting rapidly, the angst behind his orbs.

“Please don’t- don't do this with anybody else, okay? Just me?”

Shakily, he let his tongue finally indulge in your taste by completely trailing it in a warm circle around your clit as he awaited your body’s response. Todoroki’s eyes followed the way your eyebrows creased, and your fingers twitched against his shoulders, completely enamored by the sight of you laid out before him. “Yes, yes just you, Shoto”

Fuck. Your voice was just so soft, exactly like the walls of your insides.

It didn’t matter that his cock was straining painfully in his boxers. The only thing relevant right now was the admittance that you were now finally his. He didn’t need to grind against the mattress when your taste alone seemed to have him in a trance.

Shoto wouldn’t say he knew exactly what to do, but being able to already read your body language made it amazingly easy for his tongue to smooth out against your clit, before digging back deep inside of you once again. The way your back arched into his tongue, and your moans seemed to become silent for just a moment, despite the look of euphoria on your face was all he needed to know.

His own eyebrows creased in pleasure, almost mocking the feeling you were receiving without any stimulation to his own cock. “Y-you taste so.. So good mhhfp-”

His tongue worked fluidly against you, as if it wouldn’t be believable that he hadn’t ever practiced this on anyone else beforehand. “I-I've waited so long for this, hngg.. So long princess, s-so, so glad you’ll be my first, I'll be yours” Shoto’s moans and whines almost seemed to overpower yours, as if he had been the one being brought closer and closer to bliss.

The way his tongue worked its way inside of you really was incredible, and the man between your legs whimpering and withering in just as much pleasure as you were, was almost too much to handle for your first experience. You had seen this man take down hundreds of criminals with the tip of his fingertips, the same ones that kept your hips pressed flat into the mattress.

The warmest one even starting to creep between your legs to rub fluidly at your clit.

“I want you so badly Y/n, I want all of my firsts with you, always just wanted you”

He watched as you swallowed thickly, writhing under his touch and on his bed as the growing tension, physically and emotionally, began to grow overwhelming. “Are you going to cum, baby? Please, please cum?”

Shit. He was asking nicely. Wouldn’t you be so kind?

Todoroki’s begging was simply too much, and now with his heated fingers pumping consistently inside you so that way he could pleasure you, and tell you how much he wanted you? Unbelievable.

“”M gonna cum, Sho, please ‘m gonna cum, Shoto-”

Fuck.

Fuck, it was too much. You were too much for him.

Your squirming, your taste, the noises you made. Everything drew him to the edge, the nights he spent tugging at his own cock in hopes to last longer, to endure more for you, were spent in vain as his own cock twitched and spasmed against his already soaked boxers, filling them with his own cum as he tasted yours.

“Ohfuck, ohgod, princess, love you so much- just love you..”

As he spent his last few moments twitching and panting beneath you, Todoroki managed to unhook your now tired legs from his shoulder. He propped himself up on shaky arms, slowly crawling up your body as he stared into your hazy eyes, keeping you caged underneath him as he prowled over your body.

His gaze was intense, and dark, and so incredibly full of lust. It made you want to turn away and bite your fingernails, but instead you were frozen. “Do you love me too, Y/n?”

You found the words croaking in your throat, strained from moaning just 45 seconds ago. He was moving so fast. “I do! I-i love you, Shoto”

His shoulders sagged in relief as he finally reached up your body far enough to hover over you, leaning forward to ghost his loving smile over your lips. “So beautiful, gonna make me the only one you ever think about”

You're not sure when he reached between the two of you, but as he pulled one of his legs from his boxers, taking them off just for them to hang carelessly from his opposite foot, it was clear of the mess he had actually made of himself. As if his spit and your cum wasn't lubricant enough, his thick, messy cum would have to suffice also.

Todoroki felt a shudder run up his spine as the head of his cock caught against your clit as he parted your lips, but not once did he break eye contact. He couldn’t miss a single beat of your facial expressions, and the deep grounding of forcing you not to shy away from him. “Ready, pretty girl?”

With a shy smile and a small nod, Shoto pressed his lips to yours, locking them as his cock began to push into your entrance, and into your velvety insides. “Shit, soft- so soft baby girl”

He couldn’t help it, the muttering praises were flying past his lips like a leaking pipe as he felt you totally surround him for the first time. “Can’t see m’self with anybody else- need you, please”

And as his hips began to uncontrollably rock into yours, it was as if instinct had taken over when his tongue smeared across your cheek. So wet, and messy, and sloppy. Who knew Shoto Todoroki was so dirty? Apparently not even his best friend did.

“We should just get married- Fuck, Y/n- Marry me, please- oh god”

How was your innocent, inexperienced Shoto so incredibly skilled at you?

Probably because he had waited his entire life.

𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑢𝑡 “𝒩𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹, 𝒯𝑜𝒹𝑜𝓇𝑜𝓀𝒾? “

𝑂𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ♡

(𝐴/𝑁: 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒, 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦. 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑦 <3)

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is-the-snake-video-cute · 8 months

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As someone who's favorite color is green and who has always wanted a snake, are there any green snake species that make for good pets? Or green morphs?

Bit of a disappointing answer, I'm afraid - green snakes overwhelmingly tend to be arboreal, and generally make lousy pets. Arboreal snakes are typically quite defensive, so they're difficult for new snake keepers to handle.

Green morphs are also incredibly hard to find because that color in snakes is generally a mixture of yellow pigment and blue structural color - structual color is inherent to how the scales are shaped, and isn't really possible to breed for in snakes that don't already have it.

That's why axanthic - that means the absence of yellow pigment - rough green snakes, who usually look like this:

Come out blue, because without the yellow all they're left with is blue structural color:

Many of the most common green snake species - like those rough green snakes - aren't good pets because their diet is difficult to replicate in captivity and they're exclusively wild-caught. There are a few green snakes who make okay pets, but not really for beginners.

Red-tailed green ratsnakes are beautiful and can be okay pets for experienced keepers, but they tend to have very defensive personalities and wouldn't be the best fit for a beginner.

Green tree pythons can also be awesome for advanced-level keepers, but their personalities (again, they're prone to being very defensive), fragility, and tricky care mean they're not easy pets.

Sorry to be the bearer of bad news! Green just isn't a common color in the pet snake world.

#not a rating #snake colors

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shoestopia · 2 years

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MEGA SHOES PACK ONE | Shoestopia 🙃🙃🙃

36 Files of shoes for you:

9 Shoes for Toddlers - Male and Female 9 Shoes for Child- Male and Female 9 Shoes for Adult Female 9 Shoes for Adult Male

6 are new shoes, and 4 are shoes that I posted in 2019/2020 that only had 1 texture, no morphs, and the weight paintings were terrible. I decided to update and reupload them here because they were too beautiful to forget. It was only available in the female version so I decided to make them compatible for the male gender and also for all ages. I made new textures too. Remembering that these 4 sneakers are from 2019/2020 so nothing fairer than releasing them for free. But I will release only the adult versions. The children's ones will only be for you who support me. I really appreciate everyone who has been here with me since the beginning, without your help I wouldn't even have a roof over my head. Hahaha it's the truth. I sincerely thank you. Have fun. ❤️😍🥰🥰

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eternal-kosmo-ghoul · 5 months

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*°:⋆ₓₒ day 10. toys

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “festive little fantasies”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ your gift for copia surely got him excited….

pairing: papa copia x afab!reader

a/n: day 10!!!! i wrote this at a restaurant lmao

cw: nsfw content. vibrator. oral sex (f receiving). cunnilingus. edging.

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“… color me surprised, dolcezza. you sure know how to get a man going.” —❤︎

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“merry christmas, darling!”

“… what exactly are you beholding?”

your cheerful, beaming smile turned into a more deadpanned look as you heard a certain papa give you his usual sarcastic quip.

“it’s a present..?” you state in a rather sassy tone, holding the beautifully wrapped present out in your palms for him to see. “y’know, the shit you get on christmas?”

copia eyes the gift in your hands, and he just chuckles. “i know, amore. i’m just messing with you.”

your blank stare quickly morphed back into your excited, playful grin, and handed the box to copia, which he gladly took. it was a rather neatly wrapped gift. a medium sized box wrapped in glittery, red paper with cute snowflake patterns printed all over it. of course, you couldn’t forget the deep green laced bow on top of it, adding holiday charm to the present.

copia gave one of his usual half smiles and tapped the bow on top of the gift, the bow springing a little from the contact. “you surely outdid yourself on the wrapping with this one.”

“yeah, i did. i know i’m great, thank you very much.” you spoke while putting your hands on your hip and flicking your hair dramatically, taking pride in your excellent work.

copia rolled his eyes at you.

“you’re so dramatic sometimes.” he rebuked playfully, and you huffed while keeping your arms crossed.

“well i’m soooo sorry you can’t handle me and my glamorous personality.”

“you sure? i can definitely handle you well in bed—“

“just shut up and open the gift.”

copia laughed heartily, before sitting down in the edge of the bed and unwrapping the present carefully, the paper tears creating satisfying sounds. copia was slowly unraveling the box of its colorful wrapping, and he lifted the lid off of the box to expose… the prize.

his eyes widened a bit as he looked at the intriguing shape of the gift, the mere sight of it coloring his cheeks a hue of scarlet red. however, copia let out a soft, hearty chuckle, before smirking and pulling out the object you had nearly wrapped for him, cradling it with two hands to show it off to you.

“really?” he asked with an authoritative tone, but he was mostly joking. “you got me something that’ll help yourself.”

“heyyy it can help you too!” you exclaimed with a giggle. “help me, help you. mi casa es tu casa.”

“not sure if that’s the right analogy, darling. but whatever floats your boat.”

the gift you had gotten copia was rather… extravagant and sexual. a vibrator, to put it bluntly. however, it was one of the nicer and more high quality ones instead of the shitty porno vibrators you find at the back of a dusty attic. the color was rather beautiful too, a seductive deep shade of red with intricate, satanic-esque black designs that made it look like it was the toy of the devil himself. but the most striking thing about the vibrator, was copia’s name ingrained in beautiful calligraphy handwriting at the base of the toy.

copia looked at you, and you just gave him a mischievous, almost evil looking grin. what crafty little scamp you were.

“custom made just for you, babe.” you smirked, moving to sit next to copia and tapping your fingers on his shoulder in a ‘walking’ motion.

“… color me surprised, dolcezza. you sure know how to get a man going.”

“do you like it?”

“fuck. like is an understatement.”

copia’s gloved fingers gently grasped your chin and tilted your head upwards to make you look at him.

“you have no idea how badly i want to use this bad boy on you.” copia practically pants out, lust lacing his voice.

you groan and whisper in his ear. “then what are we waiting for?”

it didn’t take long before the two of you started to make out furiously. clothed came off in a heated frenzy as you both found yourselves tangled up in the bed, with nothing but your underwear on. copia just panted heavily as he separated his mouth from yours, a glimmering trail of saliva connecting to your guys’ mouths.

copia let out a grunt and buried his head between your legs. using his teeth, he caught the delicate fabric of your panties between them, before using his teeth to pull up your panties, flicking it off of your legs. he cursed at the sight of your dripping wet pussy.

“you look so appetizing.” copia breathed out. you were about to speak, but was quickly cut off with a loud moan when copia started to lap at your clit hungrily.

“oh fuuuck..” you cursed lowly, moaning and spreading your legs a little more as you felt copia eating you out like it’s his last meal, prepping you for the main event.

his tongue worked skillfully around the snensirive bundle of nerves, dripping his saliva all over your slickness and fucking you with his tongue real good. heavenly and airy moans escaped your lips, gripping onto copia’s hair like your life depended on it as you bucked your hips into his face, desperate to feel more of that pleasure.

copia grinned into your glittering cunt and delved his tongue deeper into your folds, moaning at the sweet taste of your nectar. “lucifer, you taste so good.”

after eating you out for a decent amount of time, copia drew his tongue away from your puffy cunt, before he reached his hand to the vibrator that was sitting on the quilt of your sheets. he shimmied himself behind you, that way your back was against his chest and his arm was wrapped around your middle. you moaned and teasingly ground your ass against his dick, making him let out a sharp gasp.

“you little tease.” copia jeered, and you just grinned.

“can’t help it.” you spoke.

copia just sighed and click the vibrator on, feeling it buzz in his hands for a bit. he then grinned before bringing it down between your legs, letting the head of it press against your already stimulated pussy. the pleasurable vibrations only made your legs jolt with pleasure, and you cried out in pure euphoria.

“a-ahh!”

“shhh… that’s it baby.. relax…”

he massaged the sex toy all over your aching red folds, watching you squirm in his grasp as you felt an intense amount of pleasure from the vibrator. copia got more bold and turned up the intensity of the vibrations slowly, before it was at max. you cried out loudly, feeling incredibly overwhelmed by pleasure, the vibrator making your puffy cunt flutter around the head of it, and making it super wet.

“you’re doing so good..” copia praised, his lips nibbling at your earlobe while he massaged the vibrator into your pussy. the feeling of pleasure was so intense.

you were close.

“f-fuck! copia! i need to cum!” you shrieked, voice high pitched and blissed out from how good you felt.

your orgasm was dangerously close, that edge of pleasure you needed to reach to feel fulfilled. you were getting closer.. and closer.. and closer…

… until the pleasure stopped.

looking behind you to see that copia turned off the vibrator, you whined in protest. copia didn’t say a word until he turned on the vibrator again and shoved the toy inside of you, making you shriek with pleasured-pain.

“i’m not going to let you cum until i say so. for now, just sit there like a good little fuck doll and let me play with your pussy.”

you just whimpered mindlessly, too focused on the vibrator fucking you to fully comprehend his words.

“alright then.. now.. take it, cara.”

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Gonna pile yet another Animal!Desmond idea onto the…very big pile: Arctic fox Desmond! Just, foxes are already clever, fast, tricky, and well known around the world, but if he was an Arctic fox specifically, with Altaïr especially, he’d be seen as something supernatural cause…yknow…you don’t get pure white animals around the Levant.

I feel like this would go well with the ADHD Fox Desmond idea before.

Also, also, arctic foxes have seasonal coat morphs. For a white arctic fox, they’re white during winter and brown and light gray during summer.

So people would definitely think that something ‘unnatural’ is happening with him considering he changes color.

“I heard from a merchant that hails from the far east that there are spirits that can change into foxes.”

“Not this again.”

“No, hear me out.”

“Stop, brother. The last time someone dared say ill about Altaïr’s… animal companion… he was sent to clean the entire keep all by himself. The recruits were delighted to not be given the task for an entire week.”

“But that was Abbas. We all know his words are poisoned whenever it concerns Altaïr. I’m sure his punishment had less to do with his attempted ‘foxnapping’ and more because Al Mualim has finally had enough listening to him speak ill of his adopted son.”

“He’s not adopted.”

“He’s a step away from being adopted.”

“Not officially.”

“Argh, fine! Just… look! That merchant says that fox spirits are known to be intelligent tricksters. Sounds familiar?”

“…”

“Did you… did you just sigh at me? Come on, you know I’m right! That fox is too intelligent for it to be normal. Not only that but fox spirits are known to change into beautiful women that seduces men!”

“… if you have any specific inclinations, I would prefer it if you don’t tell me about it.”

“I’m not talking about me! I’m talking about those two.”

“… do you mean the Al-Sayf brothers?”

“Think about it! Malik Al-Sayf let that fox get away with everything. He feeds it food secretly! He talks to the fox like it could understand everything! And Kadar? Kadar treats that fox like it’s the damn sultan!”

“Alright, brother. Calm down. First of all: Kadar treats the fox with such care because it is Altaïr’s animal companion. We all know how Kadar feels for him.”

“…”

“And Malik likes animal. He feeds stray cats. We all know that.”

“…”

“Now, do you have other wild ideas in your head you wish to talk to me about.”

“No, brother.”

“Then return to your duties and speak of this to no one. If Altaïr was to hear of how you described his animal companion as a… ‘seducer of men’, not even our master can protect you from his wrath.”

“Of course. Thank you, brother. I’ll take my leave now.”

“Safety and peace.”

“Upon you as well, Rauf.”

#i tried writing something different #an outside pov of some sort i guess #but because of this i don’t know if I should tag desmond or altaïr at all lol #desmond is turned into an animal subgenre #desmond is turned into a creature subgenre #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

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“Sweetheart”| Eddie Munson x reader

A/n: finally hopping onto the Eddie Munson love train! This was just a little something to get back to writing. It's not proofread and certainly not my best work. I hope you like it anyway x

Hit me up if you want to be tagged in my next Eddie Munson fics.

Warnings: angst to full, mentions of cheating, Eddie being a soft boi.

You weren’t supposed to see each other today. That’s why you were tiptoeing into your boyfriend’s trailer. He didn’t know you were here and you were set on the surprise going smoothly so you were channeling your inner sniper as you made your way towards Eddie’s room.

Every molecule in your body was focused on putting a minimal amount of weight on your feet- this particular board creaked a lot- when you heard it.

“Hi, sweetheart.” It was obviously Eddie’s voice. You could recognise it from a mile away, plus the way the bed moaned was the indisputable tell. No matter how many times had you warned him that he was going to find himself with his ass on the floor if he kept going on, at the end of every day Eddie still threw himself on his bed as if he was still 5.

“You’re so beautiful. I missed you today.”

What. in. the. actual. fuck?!

You just froze. Mid-step, as if you were in a comedy of some sort. On the contrary, it felt like you were currently starring in a drama.

Was this how he spent his free time? Damn him and his dungeon master’s skill. He fooled you big time.

Eddie kept talking to whoever the hell he was talking to unbeknownst of your presence literally a foot away.

Slowly getting your wits back, you forgot about beings stealthy. Your foot heavily hit the floor, giving your presence away. Uncaring of it anymore, you simply decided to go all in.

You pushed the door with such violence, its boom echoed all over the trailer scaring the poor Eddie to death.

The very unmanly scream that left him went completely over you head as you stared down at him.

If looks could kill…

“Who the hell are you talking to, eh,” you hissed as you walked into the room.

“Is this what you do when you’re not with me? Are you that much of an asshole to keep a side piece? Another woman!” Wait…

“Am I the other woman Edward?” Hit by this epiphany, your voice slightly rose.

“What!? What are you- NO. No, no, of course not.” Scrambling for his position on his bed, his hands up falling on the ground in a mess of limbs and sheets.

Hair a mess, Eddie sprints up and frantically gestures at you. “What are you talking about!?”

“Hi, sweetheart. You’re so beautiful.” You parroted in your best (not really) Eddie's voice.

The color drains from Eddie’s face. And there you have it. The answer you were waiting for.

“Well, you see I-“ he starts to explain but your raising your hand stops him.

“I see a cheating asshole, that’s what I see.” You scoff, still unbelievably upset by this discovery. Shaking your head in disappointment, you began to turn around to get out of his room, already done with this conversation.

“Wait, y/n! It’s not want you think!” Eddie’s hand grabs your arm, desperately holding onto you.

Before you could even open your mouth and fire a comeback, words tumbled out of his mouth almost as if he couldn’t control them.

“It’s my guitar,” he exclaims quickly.

“My sweetheart,” he clarifies upon seeing your confused gaze, “is my guitar.”

Taking his words in, your eyes flicker between his red cheeks and his bed where wouldn’t you know it, there’s his guitar.

His grip loosened when he realized that you weren’t going to run away. He let them drop to his sides without moving away from you. When the silence stretched, his hands went up to mess with his hair. A nervous tick.

“You… you were talking to your guitar?” The incredulity and confusion were clear in your voice. But, much to Eddie’s relief, there wasn’t any skepticism in your voice. You knew him very well so, besides the initial shock, it wasn’t that hard to believe him. It was totally something Eddie would do.

Embarrassed, he watched as your expression morphed from one of hurt into one of bewilderment to finally one of amusement.

Your lips trembled as you tried to contain your laugh. It’s that for a handful of minutes your heart was in your throat because of him but even so, you didn’t want him to embarrass him.

Focusing back at him, you notice how he kept looking at his feet and fidgeting with his chain. Closing the distance between you, you gently hold his face in your hands forcing his eyes to meet yours.

“Were you really talking to your guitar?”

“Yeah,” he admits, “sometimes I get lonely without you, you know, so…”

“Aw,” you coo at him slightly pushing on his cheeks making his lips pucker out, “you’re the most adorable sweet thing ever.”

The red on his cheeks deepened and a frown was slowly forming on his lips making them stand out even more.

You stamp a kiss on them, you just couldn’t resist them. “You know you can always call me or come see me, right?”

“You were busy today,” he complains softly.

“Never too busy for you, babyboy.”

You kiss him again before taking his hand and leading him back to his bed.

“Now c’mon, tell me all about your day.”

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