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baldursgate3tempobsessed · 7 months

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Astarion Very Happy Ending, Part 2

Hey y'all, so I did a part two of this because I love happy, insanely, fluffy romantic endings. So I'm going hard here. There will be one more part!

Also, don't judge my Gale x Shadowheart bs here 💀💀 Long story short, first playthrough that was abanadoned, I picked her orgin and did get sweeped up by the mage man. It has not left my brain since.

Also, this has a time skip! A pretty long one too (10 years)

Astarion had been having… thoughts lately. Ideas that he couldn’t quite shake. Nothing bad, no. There really wasn’t much to complain about in his life, not anymore. Not when he could walk in the sun freely, unburdened by parasites and his own vampiric nature. The two of you were free to explore the world with no shackles, not including your religious zealotry. And ironically enough, his own.

Astarion would never have guessed that he’d ever become a Selune convert. Well… even now convert may have been to strong of a word. Yes, he was immensely appreciative for the whole sun immunity blessing and he did have a newfound respect for the work of her worshippers. But Astarion wasn’t exactly looking for a deity, or anyone, to be subservient to. Not again. No, he’d much rather watch his love do the dirty work for his savior than fully commit himself. Besides, just because he wasn’t devoted to Selune didn’t mean he wasn’t devoted to you. Which might as well have been the same thing.

Astarion loved you, adored you really, but gods could you be nonsensical at times. He was so happy the two of you had met because someone had to keep this idiotic fanatic alive. Someone to remind you that no darling, not everyone is redeemable. Please put the goblin down.

But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy being your protector. It was the least that he could do considering everything you’d done for him. And he just… liked having a valid excuse to accompany you everywhere. Astarion had never imagined himself to be such a clingy lover, but here he was. The two of you had been attached at the hip for nearly a decade now, with no end in sight. You had built a life together, had friends together, adventures and celebrations that filled his days with endless excitement and amusements.

That is one thing Astarion had to give Selune and her worshippers, they didn’t exactly lead boring lives. Though he supposed half of that had to with just how involved the opposition was. The two of you had slaughtered enough acolytes of Shar over the years for him to know just how covert they really could be. But it wasn’t just bloodsport that made things interesting, though it certainly did help. The exploring for ancient artifacts definitely helped to fill the time, as well as the constant search to find a cure for the rest of his unholy symptoms.

As great as being in the sun was, Astarion wasn’t quite satisfied with that being the end. It was almost certainly impossible to find a full on cure to being a vampire spawn but… that wasn’t stopping either of you from looking for it. It was morbid, but Astarion wanted his life to have an ending. A natural one like what he hoped for you, not one where he was doomed to immortality and bloodlust until the end of time.

Thank the gods that he had managed to fall in love with an elf. It at least gave him centuries instead of decades to figure out a solution to an eternal problem. Which brought him back to his current problem. Because the two of you had many, many years ahead. And as far as Astarion was aware you both planned on spending them with each other. Which implied… certain things.

Astarion had never been someone to fantasize about marriage. He had no reason to, not when he had been too busy barely surviving. Even when things became serious between the two of you it hadn’t been on his mind. He was much more concerned with keeping you at all instead of keeping you forever.

But that had changed recently. Maybe it was because he had seen you officiate countless weddings over the years; young couples always clamoring at a chance to get a newlywed Selune blessing. Or maybe it was how others took note of the lack of a ring on his finger, taking it as an opportunity for unwanted flirtation. But either way, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Obsessing about it really, as he was want to do when it came to you.

He just… didn’t exactly know how to broach the subject. What was the reason? A silly little ceremony and a ring had no bearing on the depth of your relationship. He knew that. The two of you were bound to each other by choice, a love that felt as though it got stronger every day. But… it would be nice to have you in such a way. For the world to be aware of the seriousness of what you had together, shown simply through a pair of rings. And the thought of calling you his wife was quite enticing.

He wasn’t quite sure why he was so hesitant to bring it up to you. Well… there was the slight delusional thought in his head that reminding you of forever could possible wake you up into realizing just how much better you could do than him. It wasn’t true, he was aware. But gods, your relationship had lasted a damn decade. When was he going to start feeling secure about all of this?

It didn’t help when Gale of all people beat him to the punch. He and Shadowheart had developed quite the bond since your tadpole days. And your excitement over the announcement was adorable. Adorable enough for him to wonder just how you would react to it happening to you.

But he shoved his worries to the back of his mind, too busy being dragged all the way to Waterdeep for the week-long nuptials. You were highly involved in the wedding, which wasn’t exactly a shock. Shadowheart had stayed your best, most appreciated friend throughout the years, the two of you eternally tied through your shared goddess alone. You wrote to each other constantly and this was far from the first time you had dragged him across the realm for a visit.

But this was probably the best time. He had to give the people of Waterdeep this, they knew how to celebrate. He wasn’t one to complain over a week filled of music, dance, and drink. The ceremony had been nice as well. Heart-warming even to watch Shadowheart walk down the aisle, smiling in a way she never could when she was devoted to Shar. With Gale sniveling at the other end and you officiating of course.

The jealousy had been an unexpected touch. He couldn’t help but wonder what you would look like in her place. Dressed in white and silver, walking towards him with eternity in mind.

It certainly wasn’t helping his dilemma, he could tell you that much. He was still thinking about it when they made it to the reception. It was impossible to bury thoughts of marriage when you were at a wedding. Would you want a large celebration like this? Or something more small and intimate? Hells, the two of you and a cleric in the middle of the woods would suffice to him.

“To think, Astarion Ancunín at my wedding in the sunlight,” Gale laughed as he plopped down in the seat next to him, effectively putting an end to his internal fretting, “Who would have ever imagined?”

“Certainly not me,” Astarion scoffed with the slightest hint of a smile, “But I suppose things change.”

“I suppose they do,” Gale agreed, his eyes scanning the dancefloor for his new bride. There she was, dancing and giggling with you in the middle of ballroom, “I just never expected it to be for the better.”

“It is a wonder that we’re all still alive,” Astarion agreed, smiling to himself when Shadowheart dipped you as you laughed hysterically, nearly falling over herself in the process, “Let alone being able to find love. Who would have thought the worshiper of the goddess of the dark would end up here.”

“Turns out she was hiding quite the personality behind the Shar mask,” Gale laughed, “Though I suppose we have Tav to thank for that. It was a real fight on who would have her as their best woman. A fight we both obviously lost. Though officiating seemed a good compromise.”

“She certainly has the experience,” Astarion sighed, “But I have a feeling this one will be her favorite. She’s happy for you two. We both are.”

“I’m happy for you too you know,” Gale added with a small smile, “I always thought the two of you would work out. I even made a killing in the pool we had going on for it.”

Astarion stared at him, brow raised, “You had a pool?”

“Oh absolutely,” Gale confirmed, completely shameless as he listed out the rules, “It got quite competitive after awhile. First, it was all about if you’d ever realize your feelings for her. Then when you went and did that we were betting on how long you’d both last before you left. And then when that didn’t happen, well. Let’s just say I got a few platinums richer.”

Astarion rolled his eyes at the news, barely even surprised, “I feel as though I’ve earned a cut of that.”

“Unfortunately it’s now our honeymoon fund. But I’ll owe you one.”

That was another aspect of this whole debacle that Astarion hadn’t even thought about. But gods, did it sound nice. Whole weeks dedicated strictly to the two of you. No religious duties or adventures to worry about, just… them.

The joy of the thought must have shown on his face, because the next thing he knew Gale was looking him up and down, a small smirk on his lips, “What’cha thinking about over there?”

“That this wine is mediocre at best,” Astarion lied, avoid Gale’s eyes, “Tell me you at least got a good deal on it?”

But Gale wasn’t taking the bait. He was still watching him like a hawk. That was the problem with getting closer to people, and having, gods friends.

You had to deal with the discomfort of being read like a book, “Does our little Astarion want to be wed?”

Astarion flinched at the accuracy, taking the time to shoot him a glare as he avoided the question, “I am nearly three centuries older than you.”

“Perhaps, but we both know two of them don’t count,” Gale said, barely missing a beat, “So tell me, do you already have a ring picked out?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I can help you pick one you know, there are many fantastic jewelers in Waterdeep. I believe she has the same ring size as Shadowheart, we can bring her along.”

Astarion rolled his eyes, ignoring the small blush creeping up his neck, “I want you to know that if this wasn’t your wedding day I would have slapped you by now. Consider my reluctance as your wedding present.”

“How generous of you,” Gale chuckled. But then he started to speak quieter, his voice taking on a more gentle and serious tone, “She would say yes you know. You’ve had her wrapped around your finger since the day you held that dagger to her throat.”

That was an exaggeration, but Astarion would be lying if he said the mention didn’t make him preen the slightest bit, “You forget that I did have competition.”

“Oh, barely,” Gale laughed, “You don’t get to reminisce of what could have been when you won. Gods, no one had any chance against you. And trust me, we tried.”

Astarion blinked at him, more than a little surprised, “You did?”

“Of course we did. We all did. What do you think Shadow and I bonded over? But the pining stopped eventually. Then it became…something more. Something deeper. She’s… a magnificent woman, my little shadow. Who has gone through too much…” Gale trailed off, his eyes still following his bride as he softly smiled, “Suffice to say, neither of us are pining anymore. And I’m sure Shadow would love nothing more than to help plan her dearest friend’s nuptials.”

“Who ever said that you two would be involved?” Astarion scoffed, just to be an ass, “For all you know we’ll elope in Neverwinter.”

But Astarion’s grip backfired, if the smile on Gale’s face meant anything, “So that means you are going to propose?”

Oh for fucks sake. Astarion glared at him for the accuracy, at a loss for words. Besides it… it was true. Of course he was going to ask, where else would this fanatic line of thinking end? He just hadn’t expected Gale of all people to be the one to force him to admit it.

“I-yes,” Astarion sighed, finally giving in, “Are you happy now? Yes, I’m going to.”

“Extremely,” Gale grinned, “Because you just won me another three hundred gold.”

#astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #you'll pry my long posts out of my cold dead hands #cute bullshit #proposal planning #yeah we're getting married #who can stop me #you can't #fluff #fluffy fluffy fluff

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futurehunt · 17 days

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why's it so much harder to write fluff than angst?? there's so much pressure to make it sweet but not corny and also believable because neither of these characters have been written fluffy so you need to extrapolate but make it in-character at the same time.

my brain is melting

#a court of shadows and ash #spoilers for next chapter i guess??#fluffy fluffy fluff

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florestmoon · 2 years

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hi hello!! could i request some frank morrison fluff 👉👈? nothing specific just something you can think of! thank you in advance, lots of love!!!

Omg yes ! Thank you for the request love ! hopefully this is fluffy enough, I always had the thought of a cute study session with Frank and this encouraged to finally write it . Sorry if it’s too short! enjoy <3

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“Which one of these molecules are considered a Carbohydrate- insulin, lactose-“

“Uhh the first one.”

You looked up at Frank with a dull expression. The older boy was sat up against the headboard of his bed, feet crossed as he twirled a dirty worn out basketball between his hands.

“Frank. You didn’t even let me finish.” You stated, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m pretty sure I heard him say that word at some point in his lecture.”

Frank hummed , shrugging his shoulders before looking at you. He smirked at your annoyed experience, seeming satisfied from your reaction. The spinning came to a full stop as he leaned forward to grab the flash card that you held up in your hand, and threw it with the rest of the small color coded papers. It was the last flash card.

“I guess that means we’re done studying.”

You groaned as you looked down at the two separate piles of flash cards you made earlier that morning. One was suppose to be for questions that you both managed to answer correctly while the other was ones you got wrong.

Somehow in the last two hours, Frank only managed to get 5 out of the 60 questions correct. Most of that time consisted of Frank distracting the both of you with something unrelated.

“Frank, you only got a few right. You’re not going to pass the test at this rate.”

“Then we’ll study again another day.” He states dryly, eyes already glancing at his piles of dvds on the side of the room. Already debating which horror movie to force you to watch tonight. He loved you being scared. It always meant you would hide your face on his shoulders.

“The tests is tomorrow.” You huffed back, grabbing the second pile.

“Then I’ll skip.” He shrugs. You glance up a little to late to notice him reach over quickly to snatch the cards from your hands.

“Frank!-“ You began, reaching across the bed to try to retrieve your flash cards, that you spent a lot of time on thank you very much. “How is that going to help with anything??” You asked, scoffing at his carelessness.

“Easy. If I don’t take the test. I won’t fail.” Frank chuckles as he holds the cards out of reach, both of you nearly falling off the bed from your attempts to climb over him. He ignored the rate of his heartbeat at how close your faces were. You were busy with your determination for your cards, you didn’t notice the redness in his cheeks and ears.

“Besides- hey! Don’t pinch me , you brat- Besides, you already know all the answers so we don’t need to study anymore. You’ll get top score once again .”

“Doesn’t matter what score I get. What matters is that if you pass this test with a 75 or higher, you’ll be able to get your D to a C.”

You gripped onto his hoodie, debating whether you should pinch him one more time as you try to think of a way to reach over his long arm for your precious flash cards. You didn’t notice his confused expression during your struggle.

“How do you know that?”

A blush formed at your cheeks, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. “Well..” You began.

If you were completely honest, you knew you didn’t need to study at all for the test. Frank wasn’t lying about you being the top of your science class. The only reason you suggested the study session and convinced Frank to ditch his legion (not that it took much convincing, Frank would drop anything once you asked him to)to help you study was really for his own benefit. You just wanted to be able to help him out.

But Frank hated receiving help.

And with the way he was looking at you at the moment, you knew you were caught in your small lie.

“I may have asked Mr. Caleb about your grade and how you could improve” You admitted, looking down and noticed how close you were. You were practically over his lap so you pulled back a bit at the sound of Frank’s heavy sigh.

“I don’t give a rats ass about my grade.”

“But Mr. Caleb said if you even get a 70- he’ll bump it up regardless-“

“I don’t need you or that asshole’s input on my grade, alright? It doesn’t matter. Not everyone bases their life around grades.” Frank snaps with no real venom in his words, tossing the cards near your lap.

You frown at his words, sitting back on the edge of the bed and grabbing your flash cards. You both say nothing for a few seconds before your soft voice cuts through the silence.

“I just wanted to help you Frank.”

Frank chest feels heavy at your statement, watching you shuffle the cards slowly , eyes falling onto the small pout that painted on your lips already.

You knew what you were doing. Frank was weak, a victim to your pouty expressions.

He groans as he rubs his neck, fingers absently tracing his tattoos as a habit. As much as he hated that you would go behind his back to talk about him with some teachers, he couldn’t help but feel a bit touched at the commitment. It was special in a cheesy way he hates admitting.

He was still stubborn.

“Fine fine! Stop that.” He sighs, leaning back against the headboard as you looked up at him hopeful. “Only on one condition. You have to do something for me .”

You nod fast, Frank was surprised you didn’t strain your neck.

“Anything!” You smile, scooting closer to him and crossing your legs criss cross. You really didn’t have any clue of the affects you had on him. “I’ll even tag along with you and your friends.”

Frank shook his head. As much as he would love to see you try to catch up on any illegal activities he and his legion got into it, he had a better idea thats been stuck on his mind for weeks now. The thought following him around like some bug, the buzzing getting harder to ignore the more time he spends with you. He clears his throat as he finally gains the confidence.

“Let me take you out.” He smiles the same Frank Morrison smile he knows has many girls, even Julie, swoon over. He was expecting you to blush or began stuttering.

He didn’t expect for you to began laughing.

“What?” You giggle, “You know I’m always happy to hang out with you Frank. You don’t have to bet on that.”

Biting your lip in thought, you don’t notice the sudden nervous expression on Frank’s face. “Hey, I can buy you that cd of that band you been talking about-What were they called ? Oh!-“

“No..I mean like a date.” He finally interrupts you, tensed.

You blink as you process what he really is saying.

Oh.

“Forget that, that was stupid. Um how bout-“

All the confidence slowly deflated from the tattooed teen, every doubt from before of how wrong it would be for you to date someone like him came rushing back. His eyes darting around the room now, a habit of his.

Maybe he read too much into how much you cared for him.

Maybe you were just being a caring friend, it’s not like he had much of those anyway. Sure he had his legion but they always encouraged his bad habits. So you were simply feeling bad for the teen. He was idiot for thinking otherwise-

“Okay.”

Your voice broke his train of thought.

Your face was fully flushed but you couldn’t stop the smile from growing. You felt butterflies in your stomach and bubbles of excitement. Your own doubts of what was growing between you and Frank disappearing.

“Okay?” He asks, doubtful. You nod as you grab the textbook and toss him to him.

“Yeah. If you pass this test, I’ll let you take me on a date.”

Frank gaped at you, processing that you were actually saying yes to a date with him.

You clicked your tongue as you looked down at the left over flash cards. Your own confidence growing.

“I’ll even give you a kiss if you can get more than half of these questions right.”

Frank stared at you for a few seconds, expression blank before he tossed the forgotten ball in his hand to the side of the room and sat up. Textbook was in his hands before you could could fully blink.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Ask me a question.”

#frank morrison x you #frank morrison x reader #frank morrison #dbd #dbd x reader #dbd imagines #dbd imagine #dbd x you #fluffy fluffy fluff #slashers x you #slashers x reader #slashers imagine #slasher imagines #slashers

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edupunkn00b · 6 months

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Where the Air Is Sweet, Chapter 11

Photo by Rachel Martin on Unsplash

Prev - Ch. 11 - Next - Masterpost - [ AO3 ]

WC: 1010 - Rated: G - CW: fluff, mild fear of the dark

Even a blackout can feel safe when you have a friend nearby.

Washed and dried, the final dinner dish was back in its home on the shelf. Logan had just closed the cabinet when every light in the apartment went out.

“Lo?” Patton’s voice sounded far away in the darkness. “Did you turn out the lights?”

“No, of course not, Pat,” he murmured, feeling along the cabinet to be sure the other door was closed, too. “No, I believe we may have blown a fuse.”

Patton’s rubber-textured cozy socks slapped against the tile, followed by his worried little mumble, each sound growing fainter as he moved across the room. “It’s really, really dark,” he said. Hands tracing along the counter, Logan felt for the utility drawer to find a flashlight. Both of their phones were plugged in on their nightstands, put away for dinner, leaving them without the easy, ready light in their pockets.

“Pat? Did you move the flashlight?” he asked when his fingers failed to find the familiar nubby grip.

“Uh-oh." Logan's eyebrow quirked up at his tone. "Yeah, about that…” Patton murmured. “I lent it to Remus the other day. I said he could bring it back whenever he was done.”

Logan sighed, but nodded. “Very well. We’ll simply have to make our way to the bedroom for one of our phones so that we may see what we are doing at the fuse box.”

Straining his eyes, he attempted to make use of the typical glow of the streetlights outside their windows to make out where Patton was standing. It was only then he realized—

“It looks like the whole block is out, Lo!”

The squeak of grommets told him Patton was at the window and Logan made his way over, slowing when he felt the bump of the area rug underfoot. Thick clouds had hung in the sky all day and it appeared they lingered now, blocking out any moon or starlight. Logan gasped when his fingers grazed the heavy wool curtains. “It’s completely dark outside!”

A faint rustle to his left was quickly followed by Patton’s warm hand closing around his. “So definitely not just a fuse, huh?”

“I believe so,” Logan mused, squeezing his hand before reaching with his other to slid the window shut. “We should close these to conserve heat. With the entire block out, it may be a while before power is restored.”

“Good thinking, sweet,” Patton murmured, Logan’s hand clutched close to his chest. His heart thudded rapidly against Logan’s fingers and he pulled him close once the window was closed. “Can we go together to the bedroom?”

Logan couldn’t see Patton’s face, but the tight curl of his fingers and the tiny quaver in his voice were brilliantly clear. Though his best friend's baby soft smile disguised a courageousness Logan only dreamed of possessing, and Patton had never completely lost his fear of the dark. “Of course, duckie,” he murmured, moving to his other side and hooking his arm around Patton’s waist. “We’ll soon have a little light from our phones to push away the shadows.”

Drawn so close that his curls brushed against Logan’s ear, Patton nodded. “That’s right,” he said, voice a little steadier. “Maybe… maybe tonight would be a good night to… well…” His typically unflappable confidence muted by his old fear.

Pausing, Logan squeezed his hand again. “Were you thinking that perhaps might be a good night to sleep side by side?” Next to him, Patton’s shoulder dropped and he leaned a little closer to him. “In case it grows chilly in the night, of course?”

“Yeah,” he tugged Logan a little closer. “Yeah, to stay warm.”

With a little chuckle, Logan nodded in the dark. Together, they slowly made their way to the bedroom, shifting to single file as they passed through the doorway. Patton let out a little laugh when his shin bumped the quilt folded at the foot of his bed. They both patted along the soft comforter until they reached the nightstand between their beds and their hands closed on their phones.

Seated side by side on Patton’s bed, they each checked their battery life.

“Forty-two percent,” Patton said, thumbing through his notifications and replying to a message in the group chat he maintained with several of their neighbors.

“Seventy-nine percent.” Logan frowned at his phone, scrolling through the rapidly growing list of chat notifications. His frown only grew when he tapped on the app for their electric company and saw the large red swath of the reported outage. “With a problem this severe,” he murmured, holding the phone so Patton could see. “It is likely the power won’t be on by morning. I will power down to conserve my battery.”

“Good idea,” Patton nodded and sent one more message to the group. “It was already getting late… How do you feel about getting ready for bed now? Here”—he turned on his flashlight and set it light down on top of the lampshade—”so we’ll have a little light” The lamp glowed dimly, casting long shadows over the beds and stretching out to the corners of the room. Patton’s smile grew shaky as he looked around the room. It was a terribly small space for the two of them to dress in at the same time.

“No need to worry about privacy, Pat,” Logan murmured and gave his shoulder a little squeeze before turning to gather his pajamas. “I’ll change in the hall and—”

Patton gripped his sleeve.

“Pat?” Logan looked back, eyebrows raised high.

“You… you could change in here. Maybe?” He looked around again, eyes darting back from the front of the closet where the shadow from his quilt danced. “I could turn off the light if you’re feeling modest.” Patton’s hand slipped down, fingers laced with Logan’s.

“Would you truly prefer darkness over changing alone with—”

“Yes!” The desperate edge in his voice cut right through Logan’s heart.

He bowed his head and lifted Patton’s hand to his lips. “Of course, duckie,” he whispered before brushing a gentle kiss against his knuckles. "I won't go anywhere."

“Thanks, Lo.”

#Where the Air Is Sweet #ts logan #ts patton #logicality #Logan Sanders #Patton Hart #fluff #fluffy fluffy fluff #oh the fluff!#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fanfic #human au #Patton Sanders #(for the character tag)#did I mention there's fluff?

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cinnamoncoffees · 2 years

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Chapter 4 of our meet cute train boys is here! It’s not quite the end of the fluff. As ever, thank you to @eyeofthedrgn for the prompt. Not sure we realised it’d become a whole thing. Read the story on ao3.

#rush hour #🌈 wilmon #young royals #young royals fic #Young royals fanfic #fluffy fluffy fluff

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wardenparker · 2 years

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For the prompt game: Owen, somebody else’s kitchen, henley shirt?

Owen Sharma x reader The Haunting of Bly Manor Rated: G (no warnings) Word Count: 620 Co-written with @steeevienicks

“Knock knock.” The words accompany the tapping of your knuckles against Bly’s open kitchen door, where you can see Owen inside - softly talking to himself as he cooks just like always. A pinch of this, a sprinkle of that, a whole heaping mess of the next. He cooks like an artist paints, mixing and adjusting and following the whims of a masterpiece that only he knows how to create. It’s beautiful to watch, which is why you’ve been hiding by the door for a few minutes before making yourself known. “Surprise, O.”

“Oh! Come in!” He smiles at you, glasses fogging up momentarily as he leans over a bubbling pot on the stove. “What’s the occasion?” He looks up quickly and then away, eyes going right back to you. You’re wearing the Henley - the one with the missing button that fits you just right, and Owen suddenly can’t take his eyes off you. He swallows his nerves and reaches for the next spice to be added to his masterpiece, but he can’t take his eyes off you, and three different spices get knocked onto the countertop. His mumbled curses make you laugh, and you know you’ve got him as you hand over the beautifully wrapped package with the pressed flowers.

“Did you forget your own birthday?” You laugh, shaking your head at him as he scrambles to clean up.

“No, no, not this year.” He chuckles before throwing a dish towel over his shoulder. “However I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Thirty years we’ve been friends, and I’ve never missed a chance to remind you that I’m glad of it.” Holding out the package again - the crisp white paper tied up in string with dried flowers instead of flashy, glittery wrapping - you hold your breath a little until he takes it. This year you went…slightly overboard. Or perhaps under, since technically the bound pages from your shop are blank. He’s been talking about writing his own cookbook for years, and you’re hoping to give him the kick in the pants he needs to get started.

He carefully unwraps the gift, looking at you with wide eyes as he holds the book delicately in his large hands. His cheeks flush at the thoughtfulness behind it - never taking you or anything you ever did for him for granted. He carefully opens the cover to see a neat inscription with your handwriting on the first page.

Owen,

Happy birthday! It has taken me a long time to gather the courage to tell you this, and what better way to do it than confessing how I feel on the first page of what’s sure to be the greatest cookbook in the world.

I love you, Owen Sharma, and I always have.

He covers his mouth as he rereads the words. “You…you love me?” He nearly whispers.

“Since before I knew what it meant.” Standing in the corner of Bly’s kitchen with your hip against the counter and your hands shoved nervously in your pockets, all you can really do is nod. “Couldn’t sit on it anymore,” you admit softly, grateful that no one else is around. “I figured…if you want to cut the page out and pretend I don’t exist anymore that’s your business. But the weight of not telling you is just too heavy.” Owen nods his head. “I do want to tear it out, but not for that reason…” He reaches for you. “So I can frame it and see it everyday. “I…I love you too. So much it hurts sometimes. Had I known you loved me back I would have this sooner.” He cups your cheek and leans in, bumping your noses together before finally kissing you after what felt like a lifetime.

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#The Haunting of Bly Manor #Owen Sharma #Owen Sharma x reader #Rahul Kohli #fluffy fluffy fluff #inbox game

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emeto-secret-agent · 1 year

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13. Shaking or shivery

Florian had to pass through a snow storm in one of his travels and was shivering when he got home. Celia could help with him some herbal tea and cuddles

Thank you for the request! <3

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Novemetober Day 13 - Shaking or shivery

Celia never really liked the winter. Sure, it was beautiful in its own way, but the suffering it brought with itself was much greater in her eyes. The streets were flooded with cold and hungry people, no flowers or herbs would grow under the heavy blanket of snow and sicknesses haven’t seemed to die down. She worked the most in the winter months and was constantly anxious when she was going to get another new patient. She always did her best, but it was much harder to help everyone when she had to cut back on the herbs she could use and not everybody had the chance to have a warm room to rest in. And she was scared for Florian, even more, when he had to travel out in the heavy storms and only managed to get back home late. His guards took care of him, but even they couldn’t save him from nature’s rigid fist.

‘His Highness, the crown prince and his escort are back!’

The maid was on her feet the moment they heard the guards and servants' loud chatter from the main hall as they undressed from their heavy clothing and hurried inside, closer to the warm fire. Florian was amongst them, the snow still sitting in his hair, his face flushed from the cold, and gratefully thanked the servant who helped him take off his thick cape. He tried to unclip it but his hands didn’t obey him with the smooth movement. He must’ve forgotten his gloves.

Celia patiently waited for the prince with the other maids until he sent everyone away to rest and warm up while giving a fast report to his councilors. They seemed pleased, their trip must have gone well. Florian also smiled but Celia could hear out his voice shaking as he tried his best to stay collected. Celia quickly sent forward a maid to prepare a warm bath for the prince and she went for her herbs to make him a strengthening tea.

When Celia arrived back, Florian already finished up his fast consultation and was now heading to his quarters with a little army of servants behind his back. Their eyes met for a second and Celia caught his small smile before she bowed to him and the prince continued on his way. They’ll meet soon in his room anyway and she’ll be able to hug him tightly, feel him from closer than anyone else ever could here. Celia smiled as she imagined his cold, but strong body in her arms as his chilled-out lips softly pressed against her hot ones.

Not even half an hour later Celia was called into the prince’s private room. The guards haven’t even questioned it anymore, only gave her a knowing look as she walked past them. They were always so kind to her, she’ll have to repay it somehow. The prince was freshly out of the bath when Celia stepped into his bedroom, Florian only wearing a thick cloak over his bed gown, hiding under the heavy clothing for a little warmth.

‘C-Celia…’ smiled Florian at her when he noticed her step in as she quickly put her basket down, hurrying into his arms.

‘Florian, you’re back...’

‘Yes, I-I’m home.’

It was only a few-day-long trip but the castle wasn’t the same without him. Even if they couldn’t be together every day or even see each other, the thought that the other was close still gave them a little reassurance. As if they could always be at each other’s sides.

‘Florian, I love you, but your nose is freezing.’

‘Oh, sorry!’ leaned back the prince, but still holding her hands with icy fingers. ‘It’s just g-good to see you a-again.’

‘And you too… But you’re still shaking. Didn’t the bath help?’

Florian sighed as he shook his head. He tried not to show his shaking because he knew Celia would immediately jump on it, but his body was out of control. Not the water and not even the warmness of the room could stop it.

‘It was good, b-but… can’t seem to be able to stop the s-shivering.’

‘It’s fine, just your body trying to warm itself up. It should stop soon.’

‘Yeah…’

‘Do you want some tea? It should help you warm up. You should go back to bed in the meantime, I’ll bring it to you.’

Florian hesitated for a second before smiling at Celia and placing a soft kiss on her cheeks, freezing her face off during the gesture.

‘Yes, please. I’m sure i-it’ll do good.’

‘Just like always.’ chuckled the girl as she gently pushed him in the direction of his bed. ‘Now under the blankets with you. I don’t want you to catch a chill in this weather.’

‘If I do get sick, it’s already bound to happen.’ looked back Florian with a teasing smile and Celia just shook her head while laughing. Of course, they never would’ve wanted that to happen but for them it also would’ve meant more time to spend together.

The hot drink was ready in a few minutes, filling the room with the herbs sweet and particular smell. Even if Florian was a little skeptical at the beginning, he now got a liking to these drinks, especially when Celia’s dear hands prepared them for him every time.

‘Careful, it’s still hot.’

‘If anything, some w-warmth won’t hurt.’

‘It’ll if you burn yourself. Wait let me help you.’

Florian’s fingers were still shaking, his grip too weak to safely hold up the hot cup so Celia gently took it away and gave it a few blows before holding it up to the prince’s lips. They were still a little pale but life slowly started to get back into them. Florian took a careful sip before looking up at Celia.

‘You are spoiling me. I c-can hold the cup myself.’

‘What’s so wrong about a little pampering?’ chuckled Celia as she snuggled closer to Florian in the bed. ‘And you’re still shivering, I don’t want you to spill it on yourself.’

The prince scoffed but haven’t argued with her. He was tired from the riding and traveling, he was just glad to be finally back and in bed with Celia. With her next to him, somehow the whole world fell into place. The warm cup of tea disappeared fast and Florian pulled Celia even closer with a soft laugh. He was still shaking, his body trembling from head to toe every minute, but he was slowly warming up under the blankets and in Celia’s embrace. He pressed his face into her neck and cold feet on her legs.

‘Gosh, Florian!’ yelled Celia in surprise before bursting out in laughter. ‘You’re freezing me! Let go!’

‘Shhh, they’re g-going to hear you!’ laughed the prince as he tried to calm the girl down, but he wouldn’t take his feet off of her.

‘No, no! You’re killing me!’

‘Oh, hush you!’

Florian pressed his lips on Celia’s, freezing the words inside her. Her lips soon caught up on his rhythm and melted into his arms, successfully quieting her. The prince felt the butterflies exploding in his stomach as Celia pressed her face to his and leaned into his care, resting her face in the curve of his neck. It was so good to finally be able to hold her close.

Even the butterflies in his tummy didn’t want to die down as he buried his face into her hair. No matter how much he cuddled with her, the nervousness never seemed to die down. His heart beat fast and the shaking wouldn’t calm down, even under the blankets. If anything it only seemed to worsen. Florian swallowed the thick salvia in his mouth with confusion and the bitter aftertaste of the tea appeared on his tongue. Even the butterflies felt somehow heavy in his stomach.

But it’s surely nothing. His body is just trying to adjust to the new temperature. He slowly exhaled closing his eyes, but before he could control it a little burp escaped from his lips. Celia chuckled under him and Florian just shook his head. This is fine. Or would be, if only his tummy wouldn’t start to hurt for some reason. The heavy nervousness slowly turned into an ache that was quietly trying to climb up in his throat. Florian started to uncomfortably wiggle and Celia looked up at him.

‘Your tummy started to rumble.’ shit, he hadn’t even noticed that but Celia of course could feel it under her palm. ‘Are you okay?’

‘Y-yeah… ‘’m just a little…’ this time his voice didn’t shake because of the cold, rather than…

‘Nauseous?’ Celia quickly sat up and Florian gasped as the movement sent his stomach swirling.

‘Don’t know why, I’ve been fine.’

‘Well it looks like you can’t escape being sick.’ smirked Celia at the quickly paling Florian, before she grabbed his arm. ‘But now come, let’s get you to the bathroom.’

She didn’t need to say it twice, the next moment the prince was on his feet and with a hand over his mouth hurried to the toilet. The second he was on his knees and got his head over the toilet and long and wet burp pulled up a hot string of vomit from deep in his stomach which was quickly followed by another, bigger gush. He coughed and gagged, the bitter taste filling his mouth as he spat into the mess under him and sighed a little when Celia’s soft hands began to rub his back.

‘It’s alright, you’re alright.’ hushed him Celia as she held his hair back. She wasn’t mad nor upset with him suddenly throwing up the tea she made for him, only understanding and loving. ‘Just get it all up.’

And Florian sure did as another mouthful of his hot and burning stomach contents splattered in the toilet chamber in front of him. He spent another minute gagging and coughing but as he slowly managed to clear his mouth and get his breathing to calm down, the pressure also seemed to lift up from his belly.

‘How’re you feeling?’ asked gently Celia as Florian sat back with a confused smile.

‘I feel… good. Much better.’

‘Really?’

‘Mhm. My stomach hardly even hurts now.’

‘Well, that’s good to hear. Unexpected, but good.’

‘But it’s weird. Why did I have to throw up if I feel alright now?’

‘I’m not really sure.’ Celia tucked a few strands of hair behind Florian’s hair as she tilted her head sideways thinking. ‘Maybe the hot drink was too much for your stomach. We know you have a little bit sensitive tummy~’

‘Yeah, that’s right… Well, better than being sick, that is for sure.’

‘Indeed, my prince.’ smiled Celia at Florian as she stroked his lips with her thumb before gently kissing them. ‘Now if you’re feeling better, what would you say about us getting back to where we were?’

Florian softly laughed as he kissed her back.

‘I’d love to, my princess.’

#emeto #emetophilia #fluffy fluffy fluff #novemetober 2022 #prince florian #celia #don't question the medical possibility of this happening irl i honestly just made it up lol #established florian and celia #i needed this <3

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snugasabugbear · 2 years

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D&D Pride Prompts 2022: "Cottage", Zandek / Galax

Zandek was on the far side of the lake when he heard the teleportation, a sharp crackle that managed to travel all the way from the cottage and across the waters to his large, flat ears. It stood out well against the sounds he had grown used to while alone within the forest valley. The stillness of late summer had quieted the usual rustling of the trees, leaving it to the insects and birds to fill the air with their own melodies.

It was nearing evening, and he had just reached the treeline when the stark sound of magic drew his attention from his own song he had been humming. He stopped, taking a moment to readjust the entire trunk of a tree he had been carrying on his massive shoulder, and beamed as he heard the magic end with a light flourish. There was only one person he knew who crafted his spells with such embellishments, and him being here only meant one thing.

He set off quickly along the bank, moving as fast as he could without losing his grip on the tree trunk, a feat his eagerness made quite difficult. Less than two minutes later, Zandek had reached the path leading through a patch of wild shrubs and up to the cottage’s front door. It opened, and the small figure who emerged was barely out the door before she used her wings to leap into the air directly towards him. The blue kobold covered the distance between them before he even had time to set the log down. When she collided his chest and threw her arms around his neck (barely making it over his collarbone on either side) he let the trunk roll off his shoulder and thunderously crash onto the ground behind him without a second thought. What else could he do, of course, but wrap his own colossal arms around the person he loved more than anything else in the world after two whole months apart?

“Galax,” he breathed through a tusked smile. No words other than her name came to him to say, but it was the only one he needed. She only stopped pressing herself into his mane when he repeated it again, and turned her yellow-green eyes up towards him. He would never tire of the blissful smile she wore on her draconic face when she looked at him this way. Her sharp teeth poking from her mouth drew a chuckle out of him; they were something she had used time and time again to scare the many people who pissed her off, but to him they had been adorable for a decade now.

She put a hand on either side of his head, and he let her pull his forehead down to meet hers. They both closed their eyes, taking in nothing but each other’s presence.

“Missed you, Zan,” she whispered. She sounded tired, he thought, likely from the endless deliberation between the Circle of Eight and the Council of Waterdeep that she had been looped into some months ago.

“I missed you too.” He hadn’t know exactly when she would be back, but he had sworn every day since she left that he would provide for her every relief he could when she returned. A throat being cleared from the open door of the cottage finally drew their attention from each other to a tall, blonde human in impeccably clean white and gold robes.

“Didn’t she cast a message to you every single day?” Merridoch teased lightly, his finger running over a small goatee beneath his chin. “Sorry to interrupt, but it’s getting late and you won’t be getting rid of me until I get some of Zandek’s cooking.”

~~~

Merridoch stayed true to his word, but Zandek was more than happy to prepare a dinner only one of his oldest friends was deserving of. Once Galax’s traveling things had been put away, the three congregated in the kitchen so they could talk while Zandek prepared their meal. Normally, he was limited by the ingredients that he and Galax had managed to stock up on. What they grew themselves they had in abundance, but any finer spices, seasons, or oils were entirely dependent on what they were able to find from traders who passed through the nearest village. However, this was not a problem when they had one of the most powerful conjuration wizards on the Sword Coast at hand. Within no time, Zandek was preparing a perfect spit-roast pheasant meal for the three of them, Merridoch conjuring nearly every new component as he needed it.

“Every time I’m here,” Merridoch said as he sat back in a cushioned chair, waving his hand idly and drawing a Moonshaen batter from the aether, “I feel like I understand what the rest of the world looks like to you, Galax.” He motioned to the spacious room around them, its ceiling reaching fourteen feet above the floor and a few of its tables standing over five feet tall. While the home technically only had one floor, it wouldn’t be unreasonable for someone to think it had two from a distance based on its height. When Zandek and Galax had started building the cottage, it had been an early decision to make it large enough for Zandek to move around comfortably. He’d greatly appreciated the improvement, no longer feeling like his nearly eight foot tall form was being confined like it had been by the low, cramped ceilings of Waterdeep. The house’s furniture had similarly been built with both his and Galax’s sizes in mind, leaving it filled with things like enormous cabinets right next to tiny arm chairs, giving the cottage an almost whimsical fairytale-like look in most rooms.

Galax snorted, perched on one of the shelves near Zandek. She had changed out of the stately outfit she had arrived in, a white and gold collared robe with long, flowing sleeves, into her more typical beige and brown bodice and hood.

“Hmm,” she squinted, a slight smirk on her face. “I don’t think you’ll know the experience of being me unless you also have to deal with a cocky wizard who thinks he’s charming enough to get away with whatever he wants.”

“Galax, please. I’ve cast Clone on myself multiple times. I know exactly what it’s like to deal with a wizard who is absolutely charming enough to get away with whatever he wants.”

“What I’m hearing is that the only person who can stand you is yourself.”

“What I’m hearing is you’re jealous I can give myself the gift of my own company.”

“We’ve got entirely different definitions of ‘gift’ then, Merri.”

Zandek couldn’t hide a grin as he listened to the two. Their version of friendship was not something he fully understood, but despite the bickering, or perhaps even because of it, he knew it was friendship nonetheless. He couldn’t help being reminded of the year they had spent adventuring together in Waterdeep, all of them living out of the bar previously known as Trollskull Manor but they had renamed “Leaf’s Spirits”. In spite of everything that had happened during that year: the explosion in the alley, nearly being killed by the Xanathar on multiple occasions, even the Blood War and the battle against the renegade demi-god that had called himself “The Emperor”, he would go through all of it again to keep what it had given him.

When the two had finished their current squabble, they told him some of what had occurred during Galax’s time away in Waterdeep, though they only went into light detail on most subjects. It wasn’t that Zandek didn’t care about the current events of the city he had once called home, it was simply that most things involving higher levels of the Waterdeep government went over his head. They did spend a bit more time on their meeting with one Rhyze Ascaelia, the newly named First Paladin of Valaeros. As far as Zandek could tell, the talks had largely been about how the city would approach relying on the divine in times of need, and if such a thing should even be considered after the incident with The Emperor. From the sound of Galax and Merridoch’s testimony, not very much had been agreed upon.

Over dinner their conversation turned towards the rest of their previous adventuring party. They had magic to thank for their ability to stay in contact with everyone regularly, but a short message spell still paled in comparison to getting to see them in person. Merridoch was the one who got to visit each person most regularly, and they couldn’t have someone better to tell the others the stories of their time on their own. It was nearly midnight when he reluctantly admitted he couldn’t delay his return to Waterdeep any longer.

“A wizard’s work is never finished it seems, something I wish I could have warned my younger self of before ever trying to become one,” he joked as he finished the teleportation circle they usually kept partially finished in one of the back rooms.

“Would that have really stopped you from learning magic?” Zandek asked from the doorway, Galax on his shoulder.

“Not in the slightest,” Merridoch said without hesitation, disappearing the piece of chalk into his hand with a wink. “Don’t be strangers, you two. And if you are, I might just drop by when you least expect it.”

“That really may not be the best idea, Merridoch,” Galax wryly remarked. “Surprising a cleric sounds like a good way to get a firebolt to the face.”

Merridoch laughed, turning back to them as the teleportation circle lit up behind him and pointing at the two with both index fingers.

“Counterspell.”

With a final smirk, he fell backwards into the circle and disappeared in a shower of golden sparks. The air crackled again as the magic dispersed, returning the room to darkness and silence other than the insects chirping outside.

“He’s truly incapable of not having the final word,” Galax sighed, shaking her head.

“I think just when he’s talking to you. How are you feeling?”

“Exhausted, honestly. Would it be unreasonable to say I would prefer fighting The Emperor again over having to argue with the stubborn fucks on that council for another month?”

“You’re a lot braver than I am to go up against them in the first place.” He leaned his head into her as he walked them both through the main sitting room. Resting on the ground in the corner since it was too heavy to hang on the wall was his Starmaul. Zandek hadn’t looked at it closely for some time, and only now noticed the light layer of dust now forming on the large blue rock that made up its head. He smiled slightly, content in letting dust continue to gather on the weapon.

“How about I put out the rest of the lights? You can head to bed and I’ll be there soon.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, though she couldn’t finish the last word without yawning. Zandek chuckled, opening the door to their bedroom for her. Their ‘bed’ wasn’t on any sort of frame. Instead, there was a small horde of blankets, furs, and pillows covering the ground beneath the far wall, illuminated by the moonlight coming through the skylight that took up over half of this room’s ceiling. Zandek knelt down and offered his hand for Galax to use as a step from his shoulder to the floor. She put a hand on his cheek before he could stand and led him down again, his forehead pressing against the white line that ran from between her horns to the end of her nose. It was something they had done for so many years now, but it still made his heart beat faster every time. “Out of everything these last two months, falling asleep without you may have been the hardest part of all.” He sighed and leaned further into her. The exact same thing had been true for him.

“I’ll make sure not to be long, then,” he whispered, and kissed the scales between her eyes. “Welcome home, Galax.”

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moonbcrry · 2 years

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lmao im gonna post after a month are you ready???

#its a blurb !!!#hattie talks a lot #fluffy fluffy fluff #so so so fluff #and idiots in love as a hattie classic

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doodlejuni · 22 days

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A fluffy service derg is here!

Service Derg YCH for @KyanionP!

#furry art #furry #digital art #fursona #furrydrawing #art #commission art #illustration #fluff #fluffy dragon #furred dragon #service dragon #dragon oc

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novelbear · 3 months

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loads of snuggles and hugs - comfortable displays of intimacy 🧸

prompt list by @novelbear

hand holding. hand holding everywhere.

sitting on the other's lap

^ the one being sat on having their arms snugly wrapped around the other's waist

eye contact at all times. even in small conversations. it says so much.

back hugs and everything in between

^ i'm talking the chin resting on the shoulder. trailing kisses from said shoulder allll the way to the back of their neck.

feeding them.

having those deep conversations together (whether it's personal or discussing future plans for eachother)

sniffing their hair and complimenting the scent of their shampoo

one being slumped against the other on a sofa, comfortably having the other's arm around their shoulder.

washing their hair for them

taking off their makeup when they're too tired

showering together

having a hand on their thigh or simply holding the other's hand while driving

massages after a long day

sharing a blanket. snuggled up together.

kissing something off of their face

sharing a drink, spoon, or food in general,

gently wiping tears from the other's face

leaving a peck on the corner of one's mouth.

caressing their cheek with their thumb (i would sob)

one getting something in their eye and the other trying to help by blowing it out (hands on the cheek and everything)

#otp prompts #writing prompts #imagine your otp #otp writing #writeblr #prompt list #romance prompts #fluff prompts #otp #fluff #fluffy prompts #sweet prompts #cute otp things #cute prompts #love prompts #writing #request

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sugarlywhispers · 6 months

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Just thinking about Bakugou falling to the floor, laughing –silently, shoulders shaking– as you try to ease your son's sadness over his own dad crying in laugh at an awful drawing the kid did of you. Artistic, you called it, which made Bakugou loose it completely.

"It's ugly," your five year old son says, pouting and looking deflected.

"Oh, no, honey... it's b-beautiful!" You're trying so fucking hard not to laugh too.

At least you have the decency to hide it, trying to be as kind and gentle with your son as possible. Contrary to your husband, Bakugou Katsuki, who is almost laying on the floor, not hiding his laughs at all. The bitch.

Your son sighs in sadness. "It's good, honey, I promise. You just... You just have to keep it up, okay? If this is what you like, do it. Keep drawing and practicing until you feel good, alright?"

"But daddy is laughing..."

That makes your husband laugh louder and harder, now completely laying on the floor.

"DADDY DOESN'T KNOW ANYTHING, ANYWAY. DON'T LISTEN TO HIM!" You yell over the strenuous laugh of Katsuki, before throwing one of the pillows of the couch at him, successfully hitting him on the face.

"Do you like it, mommy?" Your son's pretty wet puppy eyes makes you melt.

"Of course I do. I'm going to put it over the fridge door, like I do with all your drawings, baby," you promise as you hug your son. He hides his face on your neck as his little arms hug you back tightly around your neck.

Your eyes found Katsuki's, who is still on the floor, crying. His eyes then find again the drawing that it's forgotten on the floor and he begins laughing again.

You are so gonna kick his ass.

But you have to admit... the drawing is funny.

#just some fluffy family stuff lol #my dad is like this too lol #its tough love ya know🤣🤣✌🏼😆#mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #mha bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou katsuki #bnha fluff #mha fluff #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou drabble #bakugou fluff #bakugou imagines

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nanaslutt · 7 months

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Gojo cumming in his pants thats it thank u for listening

listening so hard rn, i probably think abt this exact scenario 50 times a day

thank yew so much for the ask ml<3

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀: fem reader, established relationship, dry humping, clit rubbing (through clothes), dirty talk, corruption kink, fluff, crack, size kink if you squint, praise at the end from gojo, gojo is head over heals for reader, gojo cums in his pants<3

MDNI

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waking up from your deep, much needed night of sleep you couldn’t help but notice you felt about 180 pounds heavier than you remember feeling when you fell asleep last night, also feeling much hotter than you recall

you had your softly snoring mountain of a boyfriend to thank for that, resting his heavy head on your chest, arms wrapped snug around your barely clothed figure

you must have accidentally fallen asleep waiting for him to come home last night

you were planning to surprise him with the new set you got the other day, hes been so stressed out with work lately and you just wanted to do something nice for your boy, luckily you passing out prematurely hadn’t ruined your plans as you had slipped one of his big tshirts over yourself to conceal your present to him

“satoru,” you groaned wiggling underneath him, trying to get his heater of a body off of you

“mmmmmm..” he let out a long groan, shifting a bit, making you think he was going to move before he collapsed back into you

“toruuuu uppp, im gonna overheat and die because of you,” you shake his shoulders to fully wake him up

“yer ‘s mean ‘t me,” he mumbles, squeezing his arms around you impossibly tight making you let out a groan before he rolls you over like a boa constrictor, you positions now switched, legs straddled around his slutty little waist

you push your hands on his chest, sitting back on his pelvis and brushing the hair out of his face, “dramatic oaf,” you smile watching him nuzzle your hand like a cat,

“fell asleep without me last night,” he says quietly, closing his eyes and humming in appreciation as you rubbed your thumb against his cheek

“what time did you get home anyways?” you questioned, his warm hands settling on your upper thighs, rubbing the skin there

“mmm…mayb’ four…” he says slowly, sleep still laced in his voice, starting to mindlessly slide his hands up and down the sides of your body, eyes still shut,

“we’ll that’s why i fell asleep without you.” eyes still closed as he slipped his fingers under the fabric of your panties sitting on your hip,

starting to feel a warm sensation creep inside your body, different from the overwhelming physical heat his body provided

it’s only when you become aware of your own growing need that you feel his, very prominent problem underneath you,

“toru, ‘s so early, what are you this hard for?” you tease, moving your hand away from his face resulting in a whine as you rubbed your hands over his clothed pecs

“if i told you i had a naughty dream about you would you believe me?” he cracked his eyes open slightly, wiggling his eyesbrows

“you being a pervert even in your dreams?course i believe you.” you retorted,

he gasped, eyes opening a bit more, faux offense plastered on his face,

“hah! pervert? i’m nothing if not a gentleman thank you,” he rolled his eyes, “for your information, YOU came onto ME.” he huffed, failing to notice his own hands that have trailed over your (his) shirt and started groping your chest,

“you sound so convincing with your hands on my tits toru,” you deadpanned,

“they asked me to play with them.” he gave you a toothy grin, pinching over your shirt where he thought your nipples might be

“ah! toru,” you softly whimpered, “wan’ this perv to stop?” he asked, smile still plastered on his face as he stares at you intently,

“shut up,” you breathily moaned, letting your head roll back, running your hands down his hard abs, starting to roll your hips over his stiff clothed cock,

“‘m not the only one worked up this morning huh?” his breath hitches, feeling your pussy slide over the tip of his dick just right, even through both of your clothes,

“if you- haaah, didn’t come home so late last night, we would’nt have this p-problem,” you stuttered out, putting more pressure on his abs with your palms as you humped back and forth over the large bulge in his sweats

his hands leaving your chest, one coming down to dig his fingers into the fat of your ass, helping you rock yourself on his cock, the other splaying itself out on your tummy, thumb coming down to rub your clit through your panties,

“yeah? wanted to fuck me last night baby?” he questioned, biting his lip, feeling dizzy from the lack of sleep combined with the perfect pressure and friction you were creating on his dick, leaking pre all over the inside of his boxers,

“t-take off my shirt toru,” you said grinding yourself faster on him, pussy leaking through your panties, leaving a dark patch on the crotch of his sweats

it’s only been a couple minutes and he was feeling drunk, gasping and groaning watching his pretty girlfriend wearing 𝒉𝒊𝒔 shirt and rub her hands all over his body while she uses him to get off, it was almost too much, and now the angel on top of him just asked him to take off her clothes?

he wastes no time, hands abandoning their respective positions on your body, grabbing the shirt from the sides of your figure, caressing your skin as he pulls the fabric up, up, up,

his jaw drops and his eyes go wide when he sees what you were hiding from him, your tits were cradled in a light blue fabric, the same colour as his crystalline eyes, the border of the blue panties decorated with pretty white lace, a small rose on the front formed into a heart,

the next sounds that came out of his mouth you have never heard him make before, hands shooting to your waist and gripping you bruisingly, jolting forward, abs clenching under your fingers as his hips buck up into you,

high pitched whimpers leaving his mouth one after another while he completely paints the inside of his boxers white, rope after rope of his thick cum spurting out of his needy cock and sticking to himself

“haaaaaaah, fuuuck,” he vocalizes, relaxing into the bed, aftershocks of his orgasm leaving him twitching, the back of his arm coming to cover his eyes as he heaves, other hand massaging your hip, his chest rapidly moving up and down,

“toru did you just-“ stilling your movements you looked down, sliding back slightly and seeing the previous wet patch you left on him grow steadily, definitely not from your doing this time

“sorry, haaa- didnt- ngh- didn’t think you were gonna look that beautiful,” his arm slides off his face and there’s a dopey grin adorning his features

his face is completely red and he looks like he just got the soul sucked out of him,

“ah…cant beleive you just made me cum in my pants so fast like some teenager,” he laughs, making eye contact with you again, and his eyebrows shoot up at your current state,

your own jaw is dropped, breathing rapidly, you don’t think you’ve ever felt so aroused in your life, cunt fucking throbbing with need, hearts practically in your eyes, at the realization of what you just made him do,

you think you might’ve just discovered something about yourself….

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deliveries

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warnings: ex!rafe, reconciliation, kinda sugar daddy rafe but he just likes taking care of his girl mhm iktr

“can i say no?” you sigh.

“say no? did you not place this delivery?” the man raises his eyebrows.

“i didn't. my- my ex did.”

“well, i have to deliver it, ma’am, but i don't care what you do with it afterwards. give it to your friends or throw it out.” the man sets the bags of food at your doorstep, snapping a picture before walking off.

you can't blame him, plus it's probably a situation he's never encountered before.

you sigh as you pick up the bags, carrying them into the kitchen counter. packages, deliveries and letters have been showing up on your doorstep for two weeks, ever since you broke up with rafe.

you're sick of it at this point. as you go through the food, picking out something to eat for dinner (you're not just gonna let it go to waste!) you grab your phone and unblock rafes number.

you wonder how long it will take him to realize as you sit at your desk and eat. you're in an apartment complex with pretty tight security, it's the only reason why rafe isn't knocking at your door himself, instead sending whoever he can to get a message to you, while simultaneously making sure you have plenty of food to eat and things to take care of yourself with.

you answer your phone after the first ring. you deleted his contact, but rafes number is forever memorized in your head.

“stop sending me things.”

“baby, its a relief to hear your voice again.” rafe sighs, sounding genuinely happy, like a weight is suddenly off his chest. “please, let me just talk to you. i miss you so much.”

“no, rafe. we broke up. you need to stop.”

“why'd you break up with me? what did you tell me princess?” rafe questions. “i wasn't giving you enough attention. now im giving you everything. please, y/n.” he pleads. “im not going to stop.”

you take a deep sigh. you really love rafe, despite your relationship being only six months old when you broke up with him, it was just too much. too much attention from your friends and too much pressure from his family. it pushed your relationship farther apart until rafe barely paid attention to you, receiving constant questions from his dad and friends.

“you have to, rafe. clearly things weren't working out. we tried. we can say that. gave it a fair shot.”

“im not done trying. yes, i let my family and other people get into my head about our relationship, but im done with that bullshit. i want you back.”

“let me think about it, okay?” it's an olive branch. the best thing that you can extend right now.

“okay.” rafe agrees. “how about i call you friday?”

you glance at the calendar hanging over your desk. two days. two days to think. you're not sure it's enough or too much.

“that works… but rafe, stop sending me stuff.”

“i can't, baby.” you can practically see the way he's shaking his head right now. “gotta take care of my girl, even if you don't wanna see me.”

“fine.” you groan. you know there's no talking rafe out of it. “order me some lemonade next time then.”

you yawn as you wake up with a big stretch, instinctively reaching over to the other side of the bed. your hand pats the sheets before remembering that you left rafe.

you slide out of bed, heading towards your kitchen to get something for breakfast when a knock on your door interrupts you.

“one second!” you're in pajamas, but they're far too small and tight to answer the door in. you rush back into your bedroom and pull a robe on to cover up.

“hi!” the delivery woman smiles. “y/n?”

“yup.” you nod, stepping to the side. “do you mind just setting it down on the counter?”

the woman places the bags down before saying goodbye and seeing herself out. you sigh and look into the bags, eyes bulging when you see velvet boxes carefully placed inside one of them.

you pull out one of the boxes, gasping when a beautiful diamond necklace is revealed. you continue to open them, realizing rafe bought you jewelry of almost every variety.

“oh, gosh.” you grab a note, opening it to see his handwriting.

it's just what you deserve. i love you and want you back. can't wait to talk to you tomorrow.

rafe

p.s. i paid your rent for the next three months

you grab your phone before even looking in the other bag, dialing rafes number. he picks up almost instantly.

“you know you can't buy my love, right?”

“im not trying to.” rafe says. “im just trying to take care of you. did you get the breakfast?”

you peek into the other bag, seeing a stack of delicious looking pancakes inside a clear container, as well as some other options.

“yeah, ill eat it in a minute.”

“good.” you can practically hear rafes smile over the phone.

“how about we meet up in person to talk tomorrow instead of on the phone?”

“ill go wherever you want.”

“our first date.” is all you say before hanging up, grabbing the pancakes and container holding scrambled eggs.

you're aware you didn't say what time as you pull up to the pier. it's a warm day, sunny with almost no clouds in the sky, but a light breeze gives you the perfect amount of cooling.

you walk down the pier, unable to hold back your smile when you see rafe sitting on the bench where you ate ice cream on your first date after finally agreeing to let him take you out.

rafe watches you carefully as you sit down next to him.

“you're wearing the necklace i got you.” he smiles, seeing the gold chain around your neck.

“i am.” you nod.

“can i… can i hug you? ive missed you so much baby.”

you nod again, not sure you can find your voice as rafes arms wrap around your body, holding you into his side. you snuggle into his chest, eyes sliding shut.

“love you so much.” rafe says, pressing kisses to the top of your head. “so much i messed up the first time not trying to be too obsessed. i just didn't want to make you run away, turns out i did the exact opposite and you felt ignored. you know how my dad is…” rafe trails off as you pick your head up to look at him.

“we shouldn't have let others get between us.” you know you're not innocent in it either, contributing just as much to rafe to the tension that had grown between the two of you.

“and we won't let it happen again now that we know.” rafe says, a promising look in his eyes. you swear it looks like he might cry as you nod.

he ducks his head, pressing your lips together in a sweet kiss. you fist your hands in his shirt, keeping him close as you kiss back, having missed his lips on yours more than you'd like to admit.

“does this mean you'll tell security im allowed back in?” rafe laughs gently, cupping your face, his thumb gently stroking over your cheek.

“hmm, i guess.” you giggle.

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