neontokyoo
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neontokyoo · 3 hours ago
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Back from a very long break (sorry guys). And coming back from that break I’m back in old childhood obsessions. Should I add HTTYD to the masterlist? Fics would probably be from Race to the Edge and later (considering everyone would be between 18 and 31-ish, and this is an 18+ blog), so would that be something y’all would like to see?
Also, feel free to send me any requests (even as it’s still an ongoing poll I’d still accept HTTYD requests, as well 😉), I’m open to pretty much anything right now, as I need to get back into writing after a long break before I go crazy 🙏🏻
Love you guys!
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neontokyoo · 2 days ago
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Back from a very long break (sorry guys). And coming back from that break I’m back in old childhood obsessions. Should I add HTTYD to the masterlist? Fics would probably be from Race to the Edge and later (considering everyone would be between 18 and 31-ish, and this is an 18+ blog), so would that be something y’all would like to see?
Also, feel free to send me any requests (even as it’s still an ongoing poll I’d still accept HTTYD requests, as well 😉), I’m open to pretty much anything right now, as I need to get back into writing after a long break before I go crazy 🙏🏻
Love you guys!
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neontokyoo · 1 month ago
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i can’t stop thinking of that one scene in acowar where feyre gives rhys a bl*wjob in a war camp after a battle and there are injured soldiers dying outside their tent and there’s a line that’s like “rhys’ moans of pleasure drowned out the screams of the injured and dying outside”
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neontokyoo · 1 month ago
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Playing BG3 independently on our own devices
Me: So how did your first romance scene with Shadowheart go?
BF: Okay, shared some wine, talked a lot then there was some kissing. How about Astarion?
Me: … 😐
BF: What happens with Astarion?
Me: 🫡
BF: WHAT HAPPENS WITH ASTARION?????
Me: 👋
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neontokyoo · 2 months ago
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neontokyoo · 2 months ago
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How do you feel about vampires
horny. next question.
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neontokyoo · 2 months ago
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Astarion without his wrinkles is like an angel without wings.
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neontokyoo · 2 months ago
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I’m being completely honest, Aurelia and Astarion have separate tents, but there’s always one that’s empty. One way or another, one of them is always going to be waking up next to the other. This started after his confession in act 2. 😂
Halsin and Addelyn share a tent, which started a little while after the bear scene 👀
Maeve and Wyll have different tents, but occasionally, one will be empty. Nobody actually knows when this started, they just randomly decided to see each other one night after Wylls first romance scene and then it became something that they’d do repeatedly every once in a while 🤷🏻‍♀️
Do you hc that your tav and their partner have a shared tent/living space? Or do they have seperate tents? Astarion moved into Esmes tent after the second time they slept together. He said it was because it's easier to feed if she's already right there lol
Cyrus and Wyll have seperate tents, but will spend the night sleeping in the others tent sometimes :3 It starts in act II after the dance scene.
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neontokyoo · 2 months ago
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Wyll: Forgive me, I seem to have forgotten myself there.
Translation: I am so fucking hard right now and I have no idea how to handle it
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neontokyoo · 2 months ago
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neontokyoo · 2 months ago
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Gale wizardposting ✨
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neontokyoo · 2 months ago
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Guys the new sims expansion pack is killing me 😭
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neontokyoo · 2 months ago
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Have you seen Monsters on Netflix yet? Huge CW but omg I feel like you’d like it.
I have seen monsters! I love it so much like they did so well with it.
But I hate it as much as I love it like it’s heartbreaking. But I live for true crime and the Menendez case is very interesting. Like I’ve heard about it but I knew nothing besides they killed their parents until I started watching Monsters. And I’ve never cried so much in my life.
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neontokyoo · 2 months ago
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astarion would carve a pumpkin with tav to make them happy and immediately get sick at the feeling of the insides getting stuck under his fingernails
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neontokyoo · 2 months ago
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“Swallow…”
UA Astarion one shot gift for @glassphinix and his Tav, Thorn
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UA Astarion x Thorn (m!Tav) | E | 1.7K
For @glassphinix
Summary: A night of fun becomes so much fun, it’s not hard to swallow…
CW: Semi-public sex, oral sex, no gag reflex, allusion to Astarion’s past trauma
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Hells, the whiskey was strong… Mermaid whiskey, at the Blushing Mermaid. Astarion had rolled his eyes and sneered at the predictability. “Honestly, could it be a more basic combination?” He sneered, sipping the liquor, that disgruntled turn of his plush lips making Thorn smile.
He threw back his whole glass of the bubbly, burning whiskey in one solid gulp. “It’s smooth for such a rich, smoky aftertaste I bet it’s aged in barrels to perfection.”
Astarion grimaced, sniffing and swirling the brown liquid with a look of abject judgment on his pale features. “I doubt aging it in purest gold would make its quality enough for my palate,” he sneered. “How do you take it all down in one greedy gulp like that, darling?” The question came with a shift, the slightest change in the vampire’s stance, a cock of his hips, an arch of his brow—two things Thorn knew by heart meant that his dearest vampire was beginning to crave something other than the alcohol this seedy dive served up.
A sly grin passed over Thorn’s mouth. “Oh you know. I have… unique abilities too,” he giggled. “I didn’t test my hand at sword swallowing for a time just for fun… Well, maybe it was mostly fun.”
Astarion’s silver brow arched even higher, dark delight twisting his face even more rakish, if it were possible. “Darling, that is just the sort of intriguing detail to drop just as the alcohol hits your blood.” A single finger traced down the line of Thorn’s veins that thumped increasingly loudly under his touch. “You know, I might like the taste of the whiskey from your own unique source, rather than from the foul brown bottle behind the bar.”
Thorn gave a small shrug, a little blush creeping up his neck under that familiar and hungry stare. He reached for Astarion’s glass of whiskey, downing that too with equal zeal and skill. “I’ve been know to swallow more than just a few shots of whiskey, you know that.”
Oh, gods, the way those red eyes dilated, the way Astarion’s hand gripped just a little tighter on the bar behind him… Thorn gave the cheekiest, knowing smile he was capable of. “Something on your mind, dear?” he snarled at his lover.
Astarion’s face twitched, screwing even more twistedly as he took the bait. “Something on the tip of your tongue, darling?”
“Not yet,” Thorn smirked even wider, setting the empty glass down with a clink close enough to Astarion to feel his cool, vampiric breath breathe deeply close to his temple.
“You’re tempting me, my sweet,” that honeyed voice growled low in his ear.
“Why, yes, yes I am,” Thorn giggled, “after all what’s the point of lacking a gag reflex if I can’t put it to use anymore. My sword swallowing days are behind me, after all…”
“Hells,” Astarion huffed. “Well, if you’re feeling nostalgic, I might have something on my person that we could use as a substitute.”
Thorn grinned, licking his lips just for effect. “You’re the one with the experience in tryst locations… Any good ones for the Blushing Mermaid?” he giggled, grabbing for the rough, cool comfort of Astarion’s hand.
“There is one place round the back, very good for secrecy,” he grinned, plush lips parting in that arrogant smirk.
Thorn looked concerned for a moment. “If… if it brings up those bad feelings, then…”
“Oh my dear,” Astarion gave that deep-chested laugh, “it would be an honor to reclaim a space and rewrite memories made under this roof.” He cocked that brow. “But make no mistake, just because you’re mine already doesn’t mean I won’t try to seduce you with all the weapons in my arsenal…”
Deeper into the crowded tavern, Astarion pulled him, weaving with sinful grace past drunken patrons and dancing bodies. Suddenly, the crowd opened to a long hall, dimly lit with oil lamps. He pulled Thorn close, “Not far now, my sweet,” he purred, “but first…”
That velvet voice tickled Thorn’s ear as suddenly Astarion’s lithe, sinewy body pushed him into the wall. A clash of lips and teeth, Thorn could taste the whiskey on Astarion’s tongue and feel the ever-present hunger in his belly. That cool breath flooded his senses, and all he could do was reach for Astarion’s waist and pull him harder against him. That hard line of his cock pressed into Thorn’s own, a slight grind pushed it hard into his belly over and over again. A cool hand wound itself around the back of Thorn’s neck. “Now… shall we see just how skilled this throat is, my sweet? I already know how good it tastes when I feed, but… perhaps it has other sensations I’m just aching to uncover.”
Thorn giggled as Astarion eased off him, one hand on his hip to guided them both into the door in the wall beside them. Astarion’s theives tools in hand, and the Rogue made short work of the door. “Hardly a challenge,” he purred, entering the darkened store room. His crimson eyes caught the light from the hall, an unearthly red glow to them in the dark. But gods, it only made Thorn’s heart race more.
The smell of damp wood, of spiced alcohol, and that sting of whiskey evaporating filled the air. A storage room, filled with haphazard stacks of barrels and most importantly entirely vacant.
Astarion threw Thorn that familiar come-hither smirk, the one that arched the brow and bore a hint of fang before he disappeared behind a cluster of barrels stacked two by two tall. Of course, the vampire chose a secluded, shadowed corner for their encounter. Why wouldn’t he, this magnificent creature of the shadows? The extra layer of risk and thrill made Thorn’s heart rap harder in his chest, following as silently as he could. “Astarion?” He hissed.
Suddenly that cold and wiry frame rushed from the darkness and pressed him face first against the barrels. “Ready to put that mouth of yours to good use, other than for teasing me and flirting with me?” he chuckled deep in his chest as he grinded his cock against the perfect curve of Thorn’s ass.
He eased his sinewy frame off Thorn just enough to let him turn, to stare right back into Astarion’s lust-blown eyes. A single dexterous finger pushed under his chin as Astarion pulled that mythical mouth in for a kiss. “Well? I’m waiting,” he purred in velvet tones between their working lips.
A quick dart of his head and Thorn captured that tantalizing finger in his mouth, then he sucked. Just to prove a point. Those red eyes widened in feral delight as Astarion’s finger slid over the warm wet of his tongue. “My my, you are the truthful sort after all,” he crooned, pulling his finger out to weave his grip into Thorn’s soft hair. Just the slightest pressure, and he sank to his knees, looking up at his vampiric love. His hands worked the fasteners of his leathers, freeing that ivory cock at last.
Warm lips pressed on its blunt head, the only precursor to the sucking wet that encased him as Thorn took him deep between his cheeks.
“Hells,” Astarion panted. “It’s nice to be the one pleasured in the back room of a seedy bar for once.” He growled as his cockhead thrust against the back of his throat once. Twice. By the third time, Thorn swallowed, making a strangled moan slip from the vampire’s gaping mouth above him. His hips moved faster into that mouth, hand in his hair as Thorn took him deep and sucked.
Wet slurps bounced off the curved wooden barrels, a strange symphony of swallows and drool as Astarion thrust into those warm and rounded lips. Grunts joined the chaos of sounds, the ragged breathing of an ancient vampire making Thorn grin around that smooth cool cock in his mouth. “You weren’t joking about your throat, darling,” he hissed as Thorn let him fuck faster. Deeper. “What if I do this, I wonder…”
Nothing, not a gag even as Astarion’s cock slid right down his pipe and cut off his air. A devilish smirk on his fanged mouth, and he pulled Thorn off his cock to let the mortal gulp down air. “Good boy,” he hummed, a free hand cleaning the drool that drenched his chin. “Now, don’t lie, and tell me that mine is the best weapon you’ve ever had the pleasure of swallowing…”
Thorn nodded, still catching his breath. “Of course, love,” he replied, sticking out his tongue to tease the underside of Astarion’s length. Cheeky, he barely scored his blunted teeth down the veined girth of his cock. And the vampire hissed, griping his hand playfully hard on Thorn’s hair. “None of that,” he ordered, just an edge of desire and danger lurking in his tone. “I’m the one that’s bitey, remember?”
A laugh on his wriggling tongue, and Thorn sucked him in again. Cheeks hollowing, tongue wagging, he felt every twitch of Astarion’s cock in his mouth and down his throat. The salty bitter of precum was a dead giveaway that he was close. So, he took him deep, nose pressed to those flat planes of his belly. A few swallows and final thrusts, and Astarion hissed. Fangs bared and biting the air, he came down Thorn’s throat. Not a gag to be felt. Just the controlled, rhythmic swallow of his love.
Thorn stood, legs numb from kneeing, his arm wiping the drool off his chin. Astarion smiled at him, slack jawed and blissed out, his own hand caressing Thorn’s damp, swollen, and smiling lips. “Oh, my love, before I gladly return the favor, let’s get back to the Elfsong. I’d like to continue this where we can be loud and comfortable, wouldn’t you agree?” He smirked. “Or is waiting for me to give you pleasure too tough a pill to swallow?”
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neontokyoo · 2 months ago
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Ngl honestly just seeing all the posts on your blog you seriously remind me of that one Gravity Falls episode where Mable is praying that Norman is secretly a vampire. 🤣
I haven’t seen Gravity Falls before but I swear I’ve seen the audio somewhere. And you’re not wrong. If they aren’t an ancient traumatized 239 year old vampire who hates animals and loves the sun, then I don’t want them. Astarion is a lifestyle atp. 🤷🏻‍♀️
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neontokyoo · 2 months ago
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Can I just say that the scariest thing about a scary movie is people screaming.
Had a mini movie party and we were watching Before I Wake, and it was just me my husband and 6 friends. And it really wasn’t that scary. But every time something freaky happened they were all screaming and one specific friend was literally bouncing off my walls. She never sat down, she was always either pacing around or she was sitting like a frog so she could start running when something creepy happened. Girl ran into a door at one point, and then another time she literally bellyflopped onto the floor, and then there was quite a while before another “scary” scene, and she literally jumped so high and flopped onto me, my husband, and her fiancé and started screaming.
I was doing fine like it wasn’t that bad at all but when she was running around being a little monster because she doesn’t do very well with creepy movies, she makes everyone else freak out, and then I feel stupid for laughing at them because I’m supposed to be screaming and crying too because it’s a sad and creepy movie, but I’m not because I think it’s hilarious when they’re all screaming because of the one friend who can’t hold still.
I have to throw scary movie parties more often because I haven’t been this entertained in a long time 🤣
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