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Old Man
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: Joel needs glasses but won't admit it, and there's only an amount of teasing a man can take before he decides to show you just how much of an old man he is.
warnings: unprotected p in v sex, creampie, hair pulling, (joel gets a lil rough)
Ellie was the one to start it all,
I mean it's not like you hadn't noticed, but she was the one that started with the jokes.
Not very honorable of you to blame it all on the 14 year old, you knew... but still, just to get the record straight, you werenât the one to tease him first.
âGimmie Granpaâ she had chuckled one time, grabbing the piece of paper where Maria had written down the recipe for her 'world-famous' casserole from his hands.
"Hey-" He'd protested,
"You can't see shit, man" she giggled, "Stop trying to fight it- you're getting old buddy"
And well from then on things had... escalated.
You'd yet to see a day where the poor man wasn't made fun of because of it, but truth be told, he really did need glasses.
You'd even suggested it to him more gently, in the comfort of your own room, away from Ellie's prying eyes.
"y'know baby, there's nothing wrong with getting glasses"
He'd looked at you as if you'd just told him to go fuck himself.
"Don't look at me like that" you'd smiled, rounding the bed to intertwine your hands behind his neck "It's for your own good"
"I don't need glasses"
"no?" you'd bit down a grin "you sure?"
"'m sure alright" he grumbled
"I bet Tommy would know where to get you a pair if you asked"
"darlin'"
"yes, baby?" you'd asked, hopeful
"I don't need 'em"
And you really did want to keep on trying to convince him, but then he'd kissed you and well- it must have slipped your mind.
Unluckily for him, not for a very long time.
He was in the bathroom, trying, or more specifically struggling, to open a bandaid for your injured finger.
It wasn't anything serious, just a little cut, but as you'd disinfected it, he'd insisted on covering it up, only of course you hadn't expected it to take so long.
"Baby, what's wrong, you can't find them?"
But the answer to your question was right before you as you entered the bathroom.
As I said, he was struggling.
A laugh bubbled up your throat as you took in his focused expression, the frown on his forehead, the squint in his eyes...
"Let me do it"
"No I can do it I just-" he tried to get it open again, failing miserably.
"Joel-" you smiled, walking up to him "let me" you said softly
And with a sigh, he surrendered, handing you the poor, tortured bandaid
"I could have done that" he grumbled as he watched you do it in a split second.
"Sure you could, old man" You grinned to yourself, carefully applying the bandage to your finger.
"What did you just say?"
A soft, breathless gasp fled your mouth-
He'd moved right behind you, and his hands were now on your waist.
"Jesus babe" you laughed,
"What did you say?"
His voice was rough, and his eyes... something had shifted behind his eyes.
You watched his reflection in the mirror before you as you answered
"I said I'm sure you could"
"Mhh" he hummed, his head lowering until he could dive into your neck and inhale your scent "The other thing"
"what other thing?" you feigned innocence, enthralled by his demeanor, by the almost predatorial look in his eyes
"You know what"
"no I don'-"
But you didn't have time to finish, he'd already grabbed you by your hair, pulling your head back until his mouth was ghosting yours
"you called me an old man, darlin'?"
He was a different man from a minute ago.
This was the Joel Miller people feared, the one that killed without remorse, the one that fucked you rough- the once that a sick and twisted part of you revered.
"Baby I was jokin-"
"didn't look like it" he growled, his clothed hard-on pressing into your ass making you whimper, "you think I'm an old man, babydoll?" he murmured, his grip tightening around your hair "I'll show you how much of an old man I am"
Next thing you knew, your upper body was flushed against the sink's countertop, and your shorts were at your feet, together with your panties.
You watched from the mirror as he freed his cock with the hand that wasn't holding you down, and then you felt it-
"will you look at that" he chuckled darkly, the tip of his dick sliding between your folds with ease "you're makin' a mess for an old man, babydoll"
"J-Joel" you whimpered
"no no darlin'" he cooed "You've brought this on yourself- now you're gonna be good and take it, alright?"
When you didn't respond, he yanked your head back, forcing you to look at him through the mirror
"alright?" he bent down, growling in your ear
"y-yes"
"try not to be too loud," he whispered "You wouldn't want people to know how much you like getting fucked by an old man"
You had no time to respond, to tell him how much you didn't care, because he'd already pushed himself fully inside of you, and the only thing you could do was scream.
"you can't help yourself can ya?" he muttered, watching your face contort in all sorts of bliss-induced expressions "The old man gives it to ya too good, 's that it?" he groaned, feeling your walls squeeze around him
"look at me" he ordered, pulling your hair again, making you open your eyes and watch him as he ruthlessly slammed inside of you "Look at the old man who's fuking you, darlin', don't be rude" he grinned
The sound of his skin against yours reverberated through the bathroom, and god it was nasty.
"f-fuck" you tried to speak, tears tarnishing your vision
"I know, I know" he pretended to care, getting up from where he was pressing his torso onto your back, using a hand to get you to remain flush against the sink "I'm going too slow, ain't I?"
Oh shit
Oh fucking shi-
If you thought he was going hard before... you hadn't seen anything.
You couldn't fully create one single thought in your mind as he picked up his pace, as he started literally slamming into you fast and hard enough to break you in half.
"I'm jus' an old man after all babydoll, ain't I?" he breathed, one hand still on your back while the other was still forcing your head up to look at him "You'll understand if I can't fuck you as hard as you'd like" it was like he wasn't hearing how loud you were moaning, how breathless your whines and gasps where each time his dick hit your cervix "what's that?" he mocked "you need it harder darlin'?"
"J-Joel-" you whined, begging, pleading for what you weren't even sure
"shh I got you baby" he cooed, bending down to whisper in your ear again, slowing down his pace just to thrust so fucking deep and hard into you you swore you saw stars "I know my old man's pace ain't enough for you doll"
But it was- Oh it was more than enough.
And yet he didn't care- he was going even harder, even faster, even deeper, and you... you didn't even remember your name anymore.
You could feel the thickness of his cock as it slammed into you over and over and over again, the way it would hit the most hidden spots inside of you, the ones only Joel had only ever been able to find, and then-
And then you could hear his grunts and strangled groans as he fucked you within an inch of your life, as his hair fell to his forehead and tears streamed down your face and your eyes struggled to remain open, struggled to keep on watching him as he fucked you from behind with enough force to break the fucking sink you were on.
Until it got to be too much, until you felt your stomach tighten and the fuse lighting, until he hit that secret spot once again, and all you could do was close your eyes as bliss took over your body, as waves of ecstasy washed over you.
"look at you" he groaned "coming all over an old man's cock" he breathed, your walls squeezing him too good to do anything else but follow suit "letting an old man come deep inside of ya"
It took a long moment for either of you to wake up from the sex-induced haze, but Joel was in much better shape than you, so it was him who came back earlier.
he begrudgingly pulled out, enjoying for a moment too long his own handy work before he helped you up, picking you up bridal style once he realized how useless your legs had become.
"baby" you murmured, before he could place you on the bed "You know I was joking right?" you said, leaning up to kiss him, your mouth catching his in a sweet, gentle kiss that contradicted completely the way he'd just ruined your ability to walk properly
"You're not an old man" you promised
"mh?" he hummed, kissing you again just because he could
"yeah" you smiled, melting into the kiss for what felt like an eternity
He was holding you gently, watching your eyes as they begged to close.
"good" he hummed against your mouth, watching it twist into a devious little smirk as a spark ignited in your eyes
"Although I still think you should at least consider getting glasses-"
"darlin'" he stopped you immediately "I suggest you stop talkin''"
"or what?" you bit down a grin, laughing softly
"Or Tommy's gonna be real mad when you tell him you can't make it to patrol tomorrow 'cause your legs don't work"
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[4:56 pm]
âARE YOU KIDDING ME?â
Immediately, your eyes bug out at the sound of your husband coming home and bursting through the door. Your hands that had been playing with the teddy bear on the bed stills, and you freeze for a moment.
Your daughter, Kamiko, also now having been surprised at the noise, looks up at you to gauge your reaction and dictate how she should feel, eyes like Katsukiâs blinking up at you. You gnaw your lip as thereâs another yell, one of your name, and youâre quick to look at your daughter and hold a finger to your lips to keep her quiet, though giggling softly to ease her. She giggles back, and you shush her softly.
âYOUVE GOT SOME EXPLAINING TO DO!â
Okay. Maybe spending an unspeakable amount on pastries was fair to make him rage. But in your defense, you never get to go into that bakery!
Katsuki knows the absolute fortune you tend to shell out for their pastries, and he tries his damn hardest to keep you out of there. He knows theyâre good, but he tells you that âthatâs not the point.â
So, naturally, when he went to work and you and Kamiko made your way to run errands, the smell of chocolate and cinnamon rolls were just too enticing to ignore. Youâd made your way into the quiet bakery and grabbed things that would surely be appreciated by Katsuki.
Apparently, however, he saw the damage on his credit card before your kindness can show.
Whups.
Youâre quick to lay down on your side- back facing the door and body curled around Kamiko- still holding a finger to your lips, and when she gives you a nod of understanding, you close your eyes just in time for angry feet to storm down the hallway to your room. You hear the door fly open, and you can feel the crimson eyes of your husband boring into the back of your skull.
âIâm going to absolutely destroy you-â
âDadda,â your two year old whispers, and you hear her ease out a soft âshhhh.â âMumma sleepinâ.â
âIs she?â He snarls, unconvinced. âAnd she let you stay awake? Just because?â
âWas sleepinâ too, dadda. Woke me upâŠâ
Where she learned to be such a good liar, youâll never know.
You hear Katsuki let out an impatient exhale through his nose, clearly weighing his options as your breathing continues its rhythmic pace, mimicking sleep. Kamikoâs tiny hand pats your cheek affectionately. âDadda, shhhhâŠâ
Katsuki sighs dramatically, and you are surprised to feel the soft peck against your temple, massive, calloused hand smoothing down your back. âWe will discuss this later,â he snarls in your ear. âGet some rest, Kami. Iâm gonna start dinner, okay?â
âOkay dadda!â She chirps, and when you hear his feet pad away and the door close, your eyes fly open and a smile spreads wide over your face.
âYouâre such a little troublemaker!â You growl playfully, taking the little girl into your arms and kissing her all over. She squeals at your affections and gently shoves your face away. âOhhh just like your mommy! And your uncle Denki! Heâs gonna be so-â
âI KNEW YOU WERENT ASLEEP!â
The door slams back open, and a disgruntled Katsuki immediately flies back in, gathering you and Kamiko in each arm. You two shriek, but the smiles on your face absolutely plastered, unbudging from your faces as he manhandles you- Kamiko, with a raspberry on her cheek back onto the bed, and you, over his shoulder mercilessly.
âYOU SPENT „13000 IN THAT STUPID BAKERY?! AND YOU GOT OUR DAUGHTER TO LIE TO ME?!â Heâs trying as hard as he can to keep the smirk off his face, though you hear it breaking through in his shouts.
Your fists bang against his back, nails digging in, but heâs unrelenting, and you whine out when he makes a fake move to drop you. âI-I wanted coffee cake!â You titter, screwing your eyes shut. âKami! Help me!â
âGo, dadda!â
âWHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON!â You bark in betrayal.
âThe winning side,â he snickers, turning on his feet to carry you out of the room. âIf you help me punish mumma, I wonât punish you so bad, Kami.â
âYeah!â
âNO!â
Was it worth having one of the cupcakes getting smushed into your face? Not really (though him kissing you through the frosting was definitely worth something!)
Was it worth the memory youâd only added to the vault as a family?
God, yes.
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Just to Ruin Me
Summary: âYou donât have to tell me any of this right now,â you said. âA lot has changed in the past few hours and thereâs no rush in sharing these things with me. I know how hard it was to talk about your past the first time.â âIt was necessary, though,â Astarion looked over at you, his expression determined. âYou needed to know what we might be up against. And you might need to know this too.â âIf you want to tell me, then Iâm happy to listen, but please donât force yourself for my sake.â Astarion released a puff of air from his nose. âYou keep doing that.â âDoing what?â âAsking me what I want. Letting me choose.â OR The morning after you spend the night with Astarion, you learn another thing or two.
Pairing: Astarion x f!reader Rating: 18+ Word count: 12.5k CW: smut, reader is new to sex, piv sex, vaginal fingering, dry humping, mentions of Astarion's past trauma, blood drinking, mild angst, soft Astarion, porn with feelings, reader is an idiot (and a bard), so is Astarion (not a bard, just an idiot), the other companions are also idiots, but don't piss of Shadowheart Spoilers: Minor spoilers for Act 1 (in-game dialogue, plot points, etc.), as well as Astarion's plotline Also posted to: AO3 FAIR WARNING: This is PART 2 in my series, "Beauty and the Bard." Find Part 1 here. Find the masterlist here.
a/n: Thanks to everyone who read Part 1!!! Your kind comments and encouragement spurred me to write Part 2 and I hope it's a sequel that lives up to expectations!! I know the summary is a little angsty, but I promise there's more banter to be had. Everyone is still a goof, after all. Please enjoy :) (Thank you to @kermitwazowski for beta reading!) As a reminder, the last part ended with the following few lines: âFor now, you were content to sleep under the stars in Astarionâs arms. It was the best sleep youâd ever had.â
Taglist: @a66-1 @khaleesiofthewolves @khywren @lollipopsandlandmines @minestrones
Okay, so maybe it wasnât the best sleep youâd ever had.
Though youâd grown accustomed to roughing it in the last few weeks since the nautiloid crash, waking up in the forest was still a shock. It had its charms, sure, like the fresh air and the breeze blowing in off the mountains, but the appeal was starting to wane. Especially after one too many nights of having to take a dip in the frigid lake next to camp to rid yourself of gnoll blood.Â
This morning however, you found yourself surrounded by blankets and pillows from your camp in the middle of a clearing surrounded by large pine trees, all of which had been thoughtfully arranged by the figure trancing beside you. Your own sleeping figure sighed comfortably, unbothered by the lack of a mattress or a hot bath, just a nice deep sleep-
Astarion whacked you in the face.
Your eyes shot open.
âOW?â You scrunched your nose and blinked a few times to get your bearings.Â
It was still dark. The forest around you was painted a delicate shade of periwinkle. Youâd hazard a guess that it was just a little before dawn.Â
At some point in the night, youâd rolled onto your back, away from Astarion, who was now curled to your right, his back facing you. He must have just rolled over, explaining the harsh wake up from his forearm. You smiled softly and instinctively brought your hand to rub your forehead where heâd made the unfortunate contact.Â
Blinking a little more, your eyes were beginning to adjust. From this angle, you had a clear line of sight to the large scar that overran a majority of his back. You squinted in the dark to try and get a clearer view of the terrible thing, but came up short due to the shadows of tree branches being cast from above. Still just a mandala of jagged lines and brutal curves. When you got your hands on Cazador, youâdâŠ
No.
No, that wasnât your fight.Â
But youâd be gods damned if you wouldnât be there for every bloody moment Astarion faced him, giving support however you could. Though you had to admit that it would be so gratifying to corner the bastard and cast a quick little Ottoâs Irresistible Dance⊠Assuming youâd be strong enough to cast it by then⊠Gods, heâd look so fucking stupid just before Astarion plunged a knife through his heart-
Enough. Battle strategies and sick, twisted (but satisfying) revenge fantasies later. Right now you noticed that the shifting of the shadows on his back wasnât from a breeze shaking the branches above you, but because Astarion himself was trembling.Â
Your first instinct was to reach out and touch him, but you quickly retracted your hand. Based on the short whimpers he was letting out, it seemed like he was having a nightmare.
How was one supposed to wake someone from a nightmare again? With Astarion youâd have to be extra careful; you wouldnât be surprised if heâd stowed a knife somewhere within these blankets that he might reach for in a surge of waking fear.Â
That⊠would not be pleasant.Â
You shifted to sit up and look around.
Ow.
A dull throbbing made itself known between your legs.
No, that was great. Spectacular, in fact. Youâd have to stop and assess later.
Gingerly, you got onto your knees and peered around at your surroundings. Astarion had done a decent job of cleaning up the clearing to make room for this blanket nest, so there wasnât a poking stick to be seen within reaching distance.
Not that you were going to poke him with a stick⊠but the thought had crossed your mind. You were still tired! Youâd been fucked for the first time last night! There was a lot going on!Â
You shook your head to clear the stupid overlapping thoughts and set to looking around for a wayward pillow. You spotted one in the far corner and made your way over to it carefully but with some haste to end Astarionâs unconscious suffering.Â
You crawled back over to him. And then backed up a little. Just in case.
âAstarion,â you sang quietly.Â
Astarion continued trembling, but you heard him inhale sharply. A good sign?
You raised your voice a little, but kept the same musical cadence. âAstaaaarioooon.â
Nothing.
Okay fine.Â
âSorry,â you said quietly, then threw the pillow at Astarion, hitting him squarely on the back of the head. You leaned forward to grab your own pillow as a protective shield as he gasped and shot up.
âWhat the hells? Whatâs happening?â Astarion rolled onto his back and frantically looked around until his eyes landed on you.Â
You smiled sheepishly and waved at him lamely from behind your pillow. âHi.â
Astarion narrowed his eyes, confused. He shook his head, then lifted a hand to the back of his head where the pillow had hit him. âWhat did you do?â
âYou were having a nightmare.â
âOh, I know what I was doing,â his tone was sarcastic. âWhat were you doing?â
You looked down at your lap, guilty. âI couldnât remember how to wake someone up from a nightmare.â
âSo you assaulted me?â
âI didnât know if you had a knife!â
âWhy would I have a knife? What is happening?!â He sat up fully and brought a hand to his forehead as if he were in pain.Â
âAre you okay?â
âThankfully, Iâll live,â he opened his eyes and looked at you, his hand still on his forehead.Â
You huffed. âI meant with the nightmare.â
Astarion sighed and closed his eyes again. âItâs far too early to discuss this.â He tilted his head up towards the sky, which was getting brighter with every passing moment. A practiced smirk appeared on his face and he looked at you once more. âIâd much rather know if youâre okay, darling.â
You narrowed your eyes at him.Â
âWe had a lot of fun last night, didnât we?â
âSeeing as how Iâm always a lot of fun, I donât understand why youâre posing this question.â You looked down your nose at him.Â
He hung his head and sighed exasperatedly. âWill you simply allow me to work my charms on you?â
You tutted. âIs that what you were trying to do just now?â
âAttempting to, yes.â Astarion crossed his arms. âIâm usually irresistible.â
You snorted. âOkay,â you said, a small smile appearing on your face. âIâm going to ignore your lack of an answer about your nightmare and will elect to wait until youâre ready to tell me about it yourself.â
Astarion pursed his lips.
âBut go ahead,â you rearranged your legs, wincing mildly as you moved to sit cross legged, âcharm me.â
A look of worry flashed over Astarionâs face when he saw you wince, but the concern was quickly overtaken by an all too self-satisfied grin. âFeeling it this morning, are we?â
You rolled your eyes. âI knew youâd be happy about this.â
âPositively delighted, my sweet.â He leaned forward and kissed you gently, bringing a hand up to your cheek. You brought your own hand up to lay against his. He pulled away and appraised your face smugly. âI was completely enamored by your performance last night.â You were about to open your mouth to say something, but Astarion interrupted. âDonât even think about mentioning that youâre a bard and that of course youâre good at performing, or something like that.â
You closed your mouth. You were going to say something like that. Instead you said, âYou were pretty good yourself.â
He brought his hands up to make air quotes. âIâve âruined you,â from what I recall.â
You groaned. âI just said that to make you cum.â
âWhatever you need to tell yourself, my dear.â His face was still smug, but he motioned for you to come closer. You scooted forward and he lifted you slightly to sit on his lap.Â
He leaned up and kissed you deeply, his tongue swiping your bottom lip for entrance. You moaned in response and opened your mouth for him. Though the rest of his body was cold, his mouth was warm and inviting, and you leaned in further to try and get closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck and tilted your head slightly to get a better angle. Youâd been mildly distracted last night; had he always smelled this good?
When Astarion pulled back suddenly, you couldnât help the whine that escaped at the loss. He hummed in satisfaction, and his voice was low and seductive when he spoke.
âEvery part of your perfect body whispers temptations-â
You giggled. âWhat?â
âShush dear, Iâm charming you.â He cleared his throat, â-itâs as if the gods made you just to ruin me.â
âSo now Iâve ruined you?â You raised your eyebrows teasingly.
âWait, no-â
You leaned your forehead onto his and laughed. âAnd that one usually works?â
He blew out a puff of air. âYouâre an unusual one, Iâll give you that.âÂ
You shrugged, pleased with yourself.
âBut yes,â Astarion continued, âIâve made plenty of previous lovers swoon with that particular line.â
âShow me what else youâve got, then,â you challenged.
Astarion tilted his head in thought. âLetâs see⊠I canât use the âcried from your lipsâ line because I used that one last nightâŠâ You scoffed joyfully, mockingly scandalized that heâd already used a line on you. He met your eye and smirked. âHow about this one: When Iâm with you, I feel practically alive, yet I crave only to die again, with you.â
The sultry tone of his voice did send a pang of want through your body, reminding you that you were only wearing Astarionâs shirt and nothing else. You shifted uncomfortably.Â
âHow romantic,â you said, trying to keep your voice nonchalant. âI didnât think you liked dying the first time.â
Astarion narrowed his eyes, sensing your deflection and smirked, looking down at where you sat on his lap. He rolled his hips, which made you inhale sharply. âI see that one did do something for you,â he leaned forward and kissed your neck.Â
You exhaled slowly, âI blame that stupid sexy voice of yours.â
Astarion growled against your throat and you shivered, bringing your hands up to his back.Â
âAstarion,â you sighed and he hummed in response, licking over the twin wounds heâd left the night before. You sat up a little straighter. âWait.â
He immediately pulled back and looked at you with concern. âWhat is it?â
âI just thought of something,â you said.
Astarion raised his eyebrows and nodded, wanting you to continue.
âCan I borrow your fangs?â
âMy-?â His tongue instinctively flicked over his teeth.
âBecause I want to leave a lasting impression on you,â you tilted your head at him to show off the marks heâd left on your throat. You shimmied your shoulders a little for good measure.Â
âIâm leaving,â Astarion made to get up with you still on his lap and you laughed loudly.
âNo! No! Iâm sorry! Iâm sorry! I wanted to try a dumb line on you, too!â You threw your arms around his neck and hid your face in his shoulder. You felt him kiss your hair.
âYouâre lucky I donât travel with you for your personality,â he joked.Â
âIâd say âIâm a lot of funâ again but I think youâd actually stop talking to me.â You pulled back to look at him.
âAnd youâd be right.â He kissed you chastely and then adjusted you on his lap. You winced a little again and he looked genuinely sympathetic. âI might have a way to ease the pain from last night,â he said. âDo you trust me?â
You smiled at him. âYes.â
He smiled back. âGood.â He positioned your arms over his shoulders. âHang on, my love.â You crossed your arms where they hung behind him and waited to see what he would do.Â
Without warning, you felt one of his cold fingers slide through your folds. You hissed at the sensation and looked at Astarion.Â
âSupposedly, massaging the area can help,â he was trying to sound knowledgeable, but the look in his eyes was one full of lust. Then he tutted, looking down. âYou could be wetter, darling.â His thumb began to circle your clit.
Your eyes rolled back at the sensation, and you leaned forward again to rest your forehead on his shoulder.Â
âDo you want my cock again, love? You took me so well last night, I was so proud of you,â heâd moved his mouth next to your ear and was speaking with the same sultry tone that he had a minute ago. You whimpered at his praise and rolled your hips to get his thumb to press you harder. Astarion let out a low groan. âThatâs it, youâre getting so wet for me, youâre so good.â
After a few more tight circles, you practically sobbed when you felt him take his thumb away from your clit.
âShh, shh, I know,â he cooed, âbut we want you to feel better, remember?â
You let out a frustrated sound. âI already was feeling better.â
Astarion chuckled. âTrust me, would you? Impatient.â His tone was nothing but fond.
His other fingers began massaging the area around your entrance. You winced and bit your lip.Â
âAre you okay?â he asked.
âFine,â you confirmed. âI assume this will get better?â
âThatâs the idea,â he kissed your ear and you nodded against his shoulder.Â
You rolled your hips, attempting to get friction where you needed it.Â
âJust a little longer,â Astarion said, moving his fingers gently around your cunt.
You hummed an acknowledgement and kept rolling your hips, trying to combat this weird form of edging that was happening.Â
Finally, Astarion ceased his massaging and brought his thumb back to your clit. You let out a long shuddering breath and squeezed your eyes tight, adjusting your hips to roll against his thigh.Â
âThere you go, my love,â Astarion said, voice still in your ear. âIâll make you cum for behaving so well.â
You whined loudly as his thumb picked up the pace. You began rolling your hips at an equally fast pace. âMore,â you whined, willing your climax to approach faster.
âNot right now, darling. Letâs give you a break there, shall we?â Astarion used his free hand to pet your hair.Â
âBut you asked if I wanted your cock again,â you whined.
âAnd while Iâm pleased to hear that youâd like it again, letâs relax and get you off like this for now, okay?âÂ
You groaned but nodded, squeezing your eyes shut again and focusing on the pleasure Astarion was currently providing. âHarder,â you instructed.
Astarion pressed down harder on your clit with his thumb. He swept his index and middle finger through your folds, coating them in your slick. He quickly swapped those fingers with his thumb, changing the sensation by swapping one finger for two and adding more of your arousal to the mix.Â
You keened and gripped his bicep. âHarder!â You instructed again, desperate and approaching the edge. You could feel the coil in your stomach preparing to let go.
Astarion pushed again and brought his lips to your ear once more.Â
âI just thought of something, precious thing,â he murmured.
You blinked at him, your eyes unfocused and half lidded.
âMore of a question, really,â he clarified.
You squeezed your eyes tight, nodding. You were on the precipice of your orgasm and could feel it fastly approaching. You slammed your hips against Astarionâs thigh as he continued to rub your clit brutally.Â
âDo you believe in love at first bite?â He leaned forward and kissed your throat, then began to suck a new mark into the flesh there. Contrary to his pun, he wouldnât drink from you without your expressed permission first.
It did, however, send you crashing over the edge. You moaned loudly, Astarionâs name tumbling repeatedly out of your mouth. The vision behind your eyelids was white and you reached out blindly to grip Astarionâs shoulders. His lips detached themselves from your throat and found your own. His tongue was immediately in your mouth, swallowing your moans and shouts of his name.
When you came down, you disconnected from the kiss and opened your eyes, a lopsided grin on your face.Â
âThank you,â you said. âI do feel better.â
Astarion smirked. âI knew you would.â He brought his fingers, still coated in your essence, up to his mouth and sucked them clean. You watched, mesmerized by the way his cheeks hollowed and his eyes fluttered shut. He pulled them out with a lewd pop. âDelicious.â
You felt your face flush, embarrassed by his display, despite just cumming in his lap.Â
âYou shouldnât feel embarrassed about this,â Astarion said, reading your expression immediately. âWhat you should feel embarrassed about is the fact that you came because I told a joke.â
âI did not!â You protested.
âYou absolutely did,â Astarion said. âAnd it was a particularly bad one, too.â He clicked his tongue. âYou must feel so ashamed.â
You groaned. âI came because you started kissing my neck!â
Astarion raised his eyebrows, clearly not believing you. âItâs okay, darling, no one here was under the impression that you arenât incredibly lame.â He gave you a pitying look, then kissed your nose and you laughed. He pulled back and looked at you fondly, a dopey half smile on his face. Then he looked up at the sky.
The periwinkle youâd awoken to was now vibrant shades of orange and pink.Â
âAre you okay if I move you?â Astarion asked.
âUm⊠sure?â You werenât sure why he was asking, and helped to move yourself off of him. You did feel a bit less sore thanks to his help.Â
He stood up and stretched his arms over his head, then bent to pick up a rag to wipe off his pants.Â
âSorry,â you said.
Astarion shook his head. âComes with the territory.â You were about to make a joke but he held up a finger and gave you a warning look. âDonât.â
You held up your hands innocently.Â
He tossed you the rag after and then your pants and underthings.
âClean up,â he instructed, âthen get dressed.â
You furrowed your brows, your stomach dropping suddenly. He didnât expect you to leave right now, did he? He hadnât fucked you last night, then brought you more pleasure this morning, only for him to send you back to camp like it hadnât happened, right?
Astarion snorted. He was watching you as he slipped on his shoes. âRelax, darling, I see that face. I just want to show you something.â He held out a hand to help you up.
âOkay,â you smiled, soothed by the pleasant look on his face. âDo you want your shirt back?â You made to lift it over your head.
âKeep it for now, dear,â Astarion said. âI rather like that on you, truthfully.â The collar was slipping off your shoulder as you pulled on your pants, and you made no move to adjust it, opting not to put your bra back on yet.
âDo you want to wear my shirt?â you teased.
âTempting, but I fear Iâd look better in it than you do.â
âExcellent point, donât do that.â You adjusted the ruffles on Astarionâs shirt and felt a light breeze on your cleavage through the lacey opening at the collar.Â
âGods, youâre beautiful,â he said. You looked up and caught Astarion staring at your chest.
You laughed as he cleared his throat, then gestured deeper into the woods with his head. âThis way.â He held out a tentative hand and you took it eagerly, bringing the back of his palm up to your face to leave a gentle kiss. Astarion squeezed your hand slightly at the contact, and began heading further into the forest, away from camp. A pleasant silence hung between the two of you and you rubbed your thumb absently along the back of his hand.
It wasnât long before the trees started to thin and you heard the sound of rushing water somewhere close by. You emerged from the trees to find a cliff overlooking a ravine below. On the other side of the ravine was more forest, and beyond that, you could faintly see the Sea of Swords. The sun peeked out over the horizon, bright reddish orange in the distance. Its glow was a welcome sight and you found yourself in awe of the view.
Astarion let go of your hand and sat, dangling his feet over the edge of the cliff. You hesitantly stepped forward and sat beside him, opting instead to sit with one knee up, the other leg crossed beneath it. Astarion sat back on his arms. The sun reflected off his skin in the most beautiful golden and magenta hues. His hair, somehow still perfect despite your night together, was being jostled lightly by the breeze. Heâd closed his eyes and tipped his head up, basking. You couldnât help watching him as you rested your cheek on your bent knee.Â
He didnât open his eyes when he said, âI try to come out here every morning.âÂ
You sat in silence, continuing to watch him as you prepared to listen to whatever heâd say next.Â
âAfter two hundred years in darkness, you forget how lovely the sunrise is,â he said. âI donât ever want to miss another.â
âI canât even begin to imagine what that must have been like,â you said softly.Â
Astarion hummed in acknowledgment and opened his eyes. âIâd catch glimpses while lurking around the city for too long before dawn, hopping from shadow to shadow until I made it back to Cazadorâs manor.â His eyes didnât waver from the sun in the distance. âBut there were moments where Iâd catch a glimpse of it over the Chionthar.â His tone became sardonic. âThe promise of a new day emerging! Something that I would never get to participate in.â He sighed. âIâd linger as long as I could in those moments.âÂ
You nodded, picturing a hopeful Astarion hiding behind buildings and in alleys, trying to get a fleeting look at a phenomenon that occurred every day, one that you took for granted. Your heart ached for him.Â
He continued. âI never quite told you what Cazador made his spawn do for him.â
You tried to recall what Astarion had said to you before. Only that heâd been made to go out into the city and bring back âthe most beautiful soulsâ he could find. Then Cazador would make him either drink from a disgusting dead rat, or abuse him for refusing. The thought made you visibly shudder.Â
âI know that you had to bring people back to-â you lowered your voice, as if saying his name might summon him, â-Cazador, against your will. And that heâd kill them.âÂ
Astarion nodded his head once, remorsefully. âI never told you how we lured them.â
You could see pain etched into his features. You reached out a hand and placed it on his shoulder. He flinched a bit at the contact, but settled when he looked over at you.
âYou donât have to tell me any of this right now,â you said. âA lot has changed in the past few hours and thereâs no rush in sharing these things with me. I know how hard it was to talk about your past the first time.â
âIt was necessary, though,â Astarion looked over at you, his expression determined. âYou needed to know what we might be up against. And you might need to know this too.â
âIf you want to tell me, then Iâm happy to listen, but please donât force yourself for my sake.â
Astarion released a puff of air from his nose. âYou keep doing that.â
âDoing what?â
âAsking me what I want. Letting me choose.âÂ
You cocked your head sympathetically. âAnd I take it two hundred years as a slave hasnât really afforded you any choice.â
âCorrect,â he sighed. âAs a spawn, your vampiric master has complete control over your body and your actions. Even in moments where I wanted to defy or fight back, I was powerless to do anything.âÂ
Your heart jumped into your throat. You hadnât realized that was how it worked. Having no control over yourself or your actions sounded like a complete nightmare and you were glad that youâd hopefully never have to experience it. Knowing that that had been Astarionâs entire existence for the past two centuries made you sick to your stomach.Â
âIâm sorry,â you said, just as youâd said the last few times heâd shared glimpses of his past.
Astarionâs eyes were closed once again as he inhaled deeply, then exhaled. He continued to bask in the rising sun for a few silent moments and you watched as it slowly rose higher into the sky.Â
âThat nightmare I had,â he said, his voice coming out quiet, âIâve had it before.â
Again, you said nothing and waited for him to continue.
âI actually had the same one the night you let me drink your blood for the first time.â
âOh, please donât tell me that drinking my blood was some sort of revenge plot against me for haunting your nightmares.â
Astarion smiled a little. âNo, it wasnât about you. It was about Cazador.â
âYou know, Iâm really starting to dislike this guy,â you said, knowing how difficult this was for him and trying to keep his mood up with another little joke.Â
âYou and me both,â he sounded tired. âIn the dream, Iâm in the forest. Cazador appears and recites the rules of being his vampire spawn.â He held up his hand and recounted them on his fingers: ââFirst, thou shalt not drink the blood of thinking creatures. Second, thou shall obey me in all things. Third, thou shalt not leave my side, unless directed. Fourth, thou shalt know that thou art mine.ââÂ
You listened patiently as Astarion recited each rule almost mechanically. You scrunched your nose with each passing instruction and rolled your eyes dramatically when Astarion finished.
âWhat a prick.â
He smiled again. âWith an archaic speech pattern.â
âI was going to mention his archaic speech pattern.â
The smile faded slowly as Astarion returned to his thoughts. âThe dream ends with Cazador telling me Iâm his forever. That I can never escape.âÂ
You let the words hang in the air for a moment. âAnd yet, here you are.â
âHere I am,â he said humorlessly. He laid down fully on his back, the sun high enough to bathe him completely in its glow. He rested his arms behind his head and angled himself to look at you. âI realized, if I could walk in the sun, what other vampiric laws could I break?â
You looked down at him, admiring the light glinting off his bare chest. âSo you decided to test your theory on me? Iâm touched.â You held a hand to your chest, pretending to be deeply moved.
âIn all honesty, I thought you were the least likely to kill me if I got caught.â He smirked at you. âAnd it would seem I was right.â
âI wouldnât have let any of the others kill you,â you said firmly.
Astarion chuckled. âHow sweet. My brave little protector.â He reached over to pinch your cheek.
You swatted him away. âHey, who saved your ass from a bugbear yesterday?â
He shrugged. âI would have been fine.â
You leaned forward and shoved him lightly, making him laugh and throw his arm forward as a shield.Â
When his laughter died down, his face grew a touch more serious again. âWhen you so graciously assaulted me this morning, heâd just finished telling me rule number three; that I canât leave him unless he tells me to.â
You thought for a moment. âWhich begs the question,â Astarion looked over at you expectantly, âhow did you end up out here? From what I recall, the sun was still out when the nautiloid reached the Gate. You didnât have the tadpole yet, so howâd you escape?â
âI wouldnât say it was much of an escape.â His eyes shifted up to the sky, his expression thoughtful. âI was looking for new victims for Cazador. It was dusk and I had just been given the order to go out and hunt. I was weaving through shadows, avoiding the setting sun, but thereâs only so many places one can hide from a giant tentacle that wonât burn you to a crisp. One of the tentacles caught me when I attempted to flee down an alleyway. A complete accident.â
âIf it helps, I tripped while running away.â
âOf course you did.â He sighed. âFigures it would take an alien invasion to finally free me from his clutches. Not some,â he waved his hands in the air, gesturing to nothing in particular, âheroic figure sent by the gods to save me and smite that horrible man down to somewhere further and more vile than the Nine Hells.â His hands fell ungracefully to his sides.
He wasnât wrong. How could any god worth their salt claim to be holier than thou when such suffering was occuring right under their noses? And you were pretty sure, based on tales youâd heard of Mystra and Shar from Gale and Shadowheart, that the gods hadnât planned for the nautiloids or the rise of the Absolute. Yet if it werenât for any of that, Astarion would still be trapped in Baldurâs Gate and your adventure thus far would have looked very different.
âIf Iâd known, I would have done something,â you said, knowing it was more complicated than that, but still wanting to help somehow.Â
âDarling, if Iâd met you in Baldurâs Gate, I would not have hesitated to take you to Cazador.â
That hurt.Â
You said as much. âOuch.â
âWell,â he sounded angry, though he directed it up towards the sky and not at you, âI wouldnât have had a choice! Sure, it would have been a little novel, given how inexperienced you are, but regardless, I would have handed you off to him as soon as Iâd made you finish.â
Ah. So that was how he lured people. It made sense, now that you put the pieces together; Astarion was so experienced because he had to be. Of course unsuspecting victims would fall prey to the allure of an eternally beautiful vampire, especially the one laying next to you. Of course the promise of pleasure from someone that sexy would be the obvious thing to agree to. It was a wonder your paths had never crossed before the nautiloid.Â
âOnce,â Astarion broke the silence that had fallen between you, his tone distant, âin the first decade of my slavery, I found a darling boy who I couldnât bear to bring back to him.â He finally looked over at you, his eyes full of sadness. âSo I ran, instead of hurting that sweet man.â
You reached for his hand, then thought better of it. All his snide âdonât touch meâsâ on the road now held a new, terrible weight.
âAfter Cazador caught me, the bastard sealed me, starving, inside a dusty tomb, all on my own, for an entire year. A year of silenceâ
A hand flew to your mouth. âAstarionâŠâ you felt your eyes begin to prick with tears and did your best to will them away, fearing that they might make Astarion stop sharing.
He went on. âMonths of scratching my hands raw, trying to carve my way out, more months of not moving at all. Months wishing only for death.â He took a deep breath, then blew it out shakily. âSo no, I wouldnât have hesitated, had we crossed paths.â
You opened and closed your mouth several times, attempting to find words that could possibly compose an appropriate response to the horrors you currently refused to picture. âI have no words,â is what you finally settled on, followed by an, âIâm sorry.â
âNothing can make up for that,â he said quietly. âNot even Cazadorâs death.â He paused. âWell, it would help a little, but the coward deserves a fate worse than death.â
âCan I hug you?â you blurted, unable to stop yourself.
Astarion blinked a few times, then sat up. âWhat?â
âI just⊠youâve been through such hell and I want to hug you, but I donât want to touch you without your permission.â
He looked you up and down and saw the sincerity evident on your face. âI⊠suppose.â He pulled his legs up from where they were still dangling above the ravine and turned to face you head on.Â
âThank you,â you said, still attempting to keep your tears at bay.
You leaned forward and weaved your arms beneath Astarionâs, hooking your arms up and placing your hands on his shoulder blades. You settled your face between his neck and shoulder and could feel that his arms were frozen rigidly in place in front of him. You took a shaky breath and stayed still, allowing Astarion to move at his own pace.Â
His arms finally settled around you and he bent his head so his cheek rested against your hair.Â
The two of you stayed like that for a while, relishing in the otherâs closeness. You moved your hands back and forth across his back absently. When you caught yourself, you pulled back to look at him and asked, âIs it okay that Iâm touching your back?â
Astarion chuckled softly. âYes, my dear. Itâs rather nice, actually.â
You smiled and nuzzled your nose into the crook of his neck. Seriously, did he always smell this good?
Despite the pleasant distraction, something was nagging at your thoughts.
âCan I ask you something?â you murmured into his skin.
Astarion sighed dramatically. âIf it has anything to do with my fangs, Iâll rip your throat out.â
You snickered to yourself. âNo, not another dumb joke, I promise.â
âThen by all means.â
You pulled back once more to look at him in the face. His eyes widened when he saw your nervous expression. You avoided holding his gaze, feeling a little small.Â
âDo you⊠want to be with me?â
Astarion looked taken aback. âWhat?â
âI mean⊠wellâŠâ You were having trouble sorting through your thoughts. Who were you to make this moment about yourself when Astarion had just been so open with you? And why couldnât you trust him in what he had told you last night? Still, you had to know. Youâd made it clear how much you cared for him and how much sleeping with him had meant to you.Â
Given his past experiences, it made sense why heâd sleep with you, but you wanted to hear him say it. If this was all some ploy to manipulate you into doing what he wanted, even without Cazadorâs instruction, you needed to know now.Â
âWas I⊠just another conquest?â you asked, your tears reemerging. âBecause if thatâs the case, then I think we should end whatever this is.â
Astarionâs face was now inches away from yours. He moved a hand from your back and shifted it up to wipe a wayward tear that had escaped. He said your name softly.
âNo, my sweet,â his other hand started rubbing soothing circles into your back. He pulled back a little. âWell, yes.â
You scoffed, another tear rolling down your cheek.Â
Astarion was quick to correct. âNo, no! I mean, at first, yes, it was my plan to seduce you and sleep with you.â
You let out a small whimpering noise and he tried to catch your eye. You kept your gaze glued on something in the distance, unseeing.
Astarion cleared his throat. âYou- Youâre valuable; someone willing to feed me, someone who advocated for me to stay with you all, even though you knew vampires were dangerous, someone who would protect me in battle, even if it meant sacrificing something important to you.â
Try as he might to get your attention back on him, your face remained blank as you stared into the distance.
âI wanted your continued protection.â He shrugged. âHabits from two hundred years of charming people kicked in and I thought I could secure that with sex.â
That got you to look at him, a sour expression on your face. âHave you met me?â
Astarion chuckled. âYes, I have. And thatâs what threw me for such a loop.â
You humphed.
âWhen I realized youâd be more of a challenge, I modified my plan.â
âI donât love the direction this is headed.â
âStay with me, darlingâ he said, âI promise Iâm going somewhere with this.â
You exhaled and nodded for him to continue.Â
âI did want to give you a good first experience, that much was true, but I will admit that I was still planning on using you.â
You narrowed your eyes. âYou realize how bad this sounds, right?â
âWill you-â he sighed. âLet me finish, damn you,â he brought his forehead to yours briefly, then pulled back. âSo imagine how stupid I felt when I realized I genuinely felt something for you.â
That made you smile softly.Â
He groaned. âAnd yes, it is because I find you to be⊠a lot of fun.â The last phrase sounded like it hurt coming out.Â
Your soft smile transformed into one of smug satisfaction. âAnd when did you come to this conclusion?â
âWell first of all, look at you.â He smiled slyly and you playfully pushed his face away from yours, just as you had last night. After a moment, Astarion looked up, as if searching through his thoughts. âI suppose Iâve always found you to be amusing. You were so easy to fool in the beginning. I mean, the very first day we met, you thought I had one of those brain things cornered.â
âI had no reason not to believe you! And then you held a knife to my throat!â âAh, memories,â he sighed wistfully. âBut then we started traveling together, and I donât think Iâve ever laughed more. Killing those goblins outside the Grove, fooling those trolls into working for us, taking out those Paladins of Tyr⊠you always had a sarcastic comment to contend with my sarcastic comments. Which is saying something.â
You snorted. âAs if I wouldnât have something to say.â
Astarion nodded. âYou do talk a lot.âÂ
You chuckled softly, feeling better. Your arms were still wrapped around Astarion.
âIt was when I kissed you.â His tone was thoughtful.
âHmm?â
âWhen I really kissed you for the first time, there was something different about it.â His eyes flicked down to your lips momentarily. âSuddenly everything weâd been through came rushing back to my mind and there was this⊠pleasure I hadnât felt. In an awfully long time.â
You smiled like a dope, bringing your forehead to his.
âI realized you werenât going anywhere. And that you genuinely cared about what I thought and what I wanted.â He looked at you almost shyly. âNo one in the past two hundred years has stayed.â Astarion pulled back and his inflection became flamboyant and playful: âNot that they had much of a choice, but it was a somewhat shocking revelation.â His tone then returned to one of sincerity: âAnd no one has cared for me as you have.â
You looked away, embarrassed by the kind words.âWhat can I say, Iâm incredible.â
Astarion blew out a cool puff of air that tickled your face. âAnnoyingly, you are.â
You looked back at him and smirked. âFor me, it was when you asked me how Iâd want to die.â
Astarion snorted. âPardon?â
âWhen you asked me how I wanted to die on one of our first nights at camp. I genuinely had the thought, âNow hereâs a guy who knows how to have a good time.ââ
Astarion laughed brightly. You mirrored his grin.
âYou said you wanted to be decapitated.âÂ
âHow romantic of me,â he said, raising a seductive eyebrow.Â
âWell it did spark the crush Iâve been harboring this whole time,â you felt your face heat up at the admission. âThat, and your stupid beautiful face.â
Astarion sniffed mockingly. âThank you, not enough people mention that.â Then he looked at you fondly. âBut that long, eh? How adorable.â He rubbed his nose against yours teasingly. âAnd here you thought nothing would come of it.â
âNothing usually does!â you exclaimed.
He laughed and leaned forward to kiss you once. âNot so loud.â
You lifted an eyebrow and gestured to the empty landscape around you. Astarion shrugged. You lowered your voice despite the lack of other people to bother.
âI am glad something came of it this time.â You settled your forehead onto his shoulder.
âAs am I, my love,â he kissed your hair. âThough I have something else to admit.â
You pulled back and looked at him curiously.
Out of nowhere, he presented you with a knife.
âI did have a knife.â
You scoffed incredulously and whacked his arm. âI KNEW YOU HAD A KNIFE, YOU BASTARD!â You laughed loudly and pushed him backwards.Â
He fell back onto his arms, laughing with you as you crawled on top and kissed him deeply.Â
âCareful darling,â he murmured against your lips, âdonât move.â
You paused your movements, your lips still pressed firmly against his own. Astarion turned his head slightly to look over to his left at the treeline youâd emerged from not too long ago. You pressed a kiss to the side of his mouth and felt him grin. Then you felt his right arm come up and jerk slightly, followed by a âTHUNKâ sound off to your right.Â
You waited a moment before you asked, âCan I move?â Your mouth was smushed against his face and your voice came out muffled.
He chuckled. âYes, you can move now.âÂ
You sat up and looked to your right, the knife Astarion had pulled was now wedged deeply into the trunk of a nearby tree. You raised your eyebrows at him.
He stretched out like a cat in a sunbeam, his voice straining as he went. âImpressed?â
âHonestly? Yes.â You leaned back down and kissed him again.Â
He hummed and his mouth moved against yours at a leisurely pace, his hands coming up to tangle in your hair. You kissed down his jaw and throat before coming to his collarbone and stopping.
âYouâre sure you donât want to fuck me again?â Your words came out a little shy and Astarion laughed.Â
He twirled the ends of your hair around his finger. âDelicious as you were, my sweet, I think Iâd prefer to take my time with you.âÂ
You pursed your lips, disappointed.Â
âThatâs not to say I donât want to, darling, butâŠâ His fingers stopped twirling your hair as he thought. âLike you said earlier, so much has changed in the last few hours. Iâve only just discovered that I can sleep with somebody because I actually want to.â His hand moved from your hair to your cheek. âI think I need some time to adjust to that.â
You nodded and bent to kiss him. âIâll wait as long as you need me to.â
He smiled up at you. âThank you.â
You spent a few moments just looking at him, admiring how his eyes sparkled in the sun like rubies. You sighed noticeably.Â
âWhat is it, love?â
You shook your head. âItâs nothing.â
âDarlingâŠâ He raised his eyebrows at you.Â
âNo, itâs inappropriate right now.â You looked away.
You felt his hand in your hair, and his voice was conspiratory, âI love when you talk dirty.â
You sighed again and looked him in the eye. âOne of these days, when youâre ready, Iâm going to look into your gorgeous eyes as I make you come.â
Astarion sputtered out a surprised laugh. âEasy there, lover,â he gave you a sultry look, âI may just take you up on that.â
You sat up and spread your hands over his chest. âI want to make you feel good, too.â
He brought both hands up to his face and groaned loudly before dragging them back down his face and looking at you. âCome lay in the sun with me, will you?â
You pouted but rolled off of him and curled into his side.Â
âThere now,â he said, arching his chest upwards towards the sky where the sun had now risen for the day, âisnât this nice?â
You inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of the trees and the sounds of the ravine below. You exhaled and closed your eyes, warmed by the sun and comforted by the presence of Astarion beside you. He himself had his eyes closed and looked peacefully content. You nuzzled further into his side, enjoying how his cool skin contrasted with the warmth coming from above.
Before you could even register that you were still tired from your early wakeup call this morning, youâd drifted back into a comfortable sleep.
~~~~~
You were awoken some time later by a lick to the face.Â
You shut your eyes tighter and groaned. âGross, Astarion, Iâm trying to sleep.â You threw an arm over your eyes, the sun now directly overhead.Â
âDid you find them, boy?â A voice shouted from the distance.
Your eyes shot open and found Scratch panting above you, wagging his tail excitedly.Â
You sat up quickly and immediately leaned over to shake Astarion who appeared to be trancing soundly.Â
âAstarion,â you shook him anxiously.Â
He scowled, his eyes still closed. He groaned lowly.
âAstarion, my dear, my sweet, my beloved,â you shook him harder and his eyes opened immediately. He sat up, fast as lightning.
âWhatâs happening? Whereâs my knife?â He looked around frantically until his eyes landed on you. âAh,â he said, calming, âdĂ©jĂ vu.âÂ
âTheyâre coming,â you hissed.
âWho?â Astarion narrowed his eyes, thoughts still foggy from his trance.Â
âNo FUCKING way!â Came Karlachâs voice from the treeline.Â
You looked over and found her with an elated grin on her face and her hands on her knees. She started laughing loudly and you hid your face in your hands.Â
âYou guys did NOT,â she wheezed.Â
âHello Karlach,â Astarionâs voice sounded nonchalant beside you. âWhat brings you out to ruin our beauty sleep?âÂ
âDid you find them?â Shadowheart soon emerged from the forest and stopped in her tracks. She surveyed the area and pinched the bridge of her nose. âAstarion, tell me you didnât.â
âDid what, darling?â He sounded smug and you looked over at him. His expression matched his tone. âYouâll have to be more specific.â He rested his chin on your shoulder.
âI fucking knew this would happen,â Karlach said, coming down from her laughing fit. âSoldierâs had her eye on you for a while now, Fangs.â
âKarlach!â You whisper-shouted.
âOh, Iâm aware,â you felt Astarion turn his head to look at you.Â
Suddenly Gale, Laeâzel, and Wyll joined the fray. Scratch ran to them and happily weaved between them as they emerged.Â
âWe heard a commotion, did you find them?â Gale halted when he saw you and Astarion sitting together on the ground, him shirtless, you wearing his shirt. âNo,â he said, shaking his head.
âYes,â Astarion said, tilting his head against yours. You gave him a dirty look.Â
âChk! Was that filthy nest of our blankets your doing?â Laeâzel asked, cradling her greatsword proudly.Â
You groaned and hid your face in your hands again.Â
âIt would appear so,â Wyll confirmed awkwardly.Â
âYou vampires have a disgusting way of mating if that nest was any indication,â Laeâzel narrowed her eyes and lifted her nose in the air judgmentally. âFar too soft.â
Astarion scoffed and pulled back from you. âIâll have you know that vampires mate in the most satisfying- well, we donât mate, necessarily, weâre not dogs, but we, well at least I, am always an exemplary lover.â
Shadowheart ignored him and walked forward, crouching down and resting a hand on your shoulder. You looked at her. âAre you okay?â
âWhat?â you laughed in disbelief. âYes, Iâm fine.â
âHe didnât⊠coerce you into something, did he?â
âExcuse me?â Astarion sounded insulted. âI always ask permission first, darling.â
âYour charms can be quite overwhelming at times, Astarion,â Gale said.Â
âAnd wouldnât you like having my charms turned on you, wizard,â Astarion sneered.Â
âWell, letâs not jump to any conclusions,â Wyll held up his hands, gesturing for the others to relax.
âEveryone!â You raised your voice. All eyes settled on you. âNothing happened between us that I didnât expressly and happily agree to.â
Karlach started chuckling again. âGood for you, Soldier.â
âThank you, Karlach,â said Astarion.Â
You narrowed your eyes at him.Â
He shrugged. âWhat?â
You groaned and stood up, wiping grass and forest debris off your clothes. You adjusted Astarionâs shirt on your shoulders, making sure you werenât showing off too much to your companions.Â
âIs there a reason you all came out here? Or was it just to mortify me? Because mission accomplished!â
âItâs midday,â informed Wyll. âWe grew worried when the two of you seemingly vanished and didnât return.â
âHalsin and the tieflings are coming to camp tonight to celebrate our victory against the goblins,â Shadowheart crossed her arms.Â
âYes, and it wouldnât be a great look if our leader and the gangly one were missing,â Gale said.
âGangly?!â Astarion exclaimed, very clearly not gangly.Â
âYouâre- okay, well, I hadnât seen you shirtless before now,â Gale amended.Â
âLike what you see?â Astarion teased.Â
âAstarion,â you scolded.Â
He sighed and got up, wrapping an arm around you and resting a hand on your hip.Â
You went red as you watched your companions track his hand.Â
âListen, people,â Astarion said, sounding serious.Â
You saw your companionsâ eyes shift to the vampire.Â
âDonât give her a hard time. This was my doing.â Shadowheart was about to say something but Astarion raised his voice a bit. âWhile yes, she gave permission in everything that we did, this wouldnât have happened if I hadnât suggested it in the first place.â
âI could have suggested something much better, surely,â Laeâzel huffed.
âI mean, did you-?â Karlach thrust her hips in the air with her fists at her sides.
âOh my gods,â you groaned.
âI donât kiss and tell, darling,â Astarion said, squeezing your hip slightly.Â
Karlach smirked smugly and winked at you both.Â
You shook your head and looked up, silently begging any god that was listening to kill you and to do it quickly.Â
âWe should get back to camp,â Wyll suggested diplomatically. âLet these two collect themselves.âÂ
âSo what does this mean?â Shadowheart asked, ignoring Wyll.Â
âShadowheart,â Wyll warned but she waved him off.
âWhat do you mean?â You asked.
âAre you only going to sleep with the pathetic vampire moving forward?â Laeâzel stated bluntly.
You and Astarion looked at each other. You saw the slightest flash of uncertainty in his eyes and smiled. âIf heâll let me,â you said.Â
A small smile appeared on his face in return.
Laeâzel groaned. âK'chakhi. Your loss.â She turned and walked back into the forest, slinging her greatsword over her back.
You bit your lip, feeling guilty about Laeâzelâs feelings, but Karlach soon slid into your vision. âCongrats, you crazy kids,â she laughed and pretended to punch your arm, then followed on Laeâzelâs heels, Scratch bounding close behind her.
Gale walked over, his face stoic. He stood in front of Astarion and held out his hand.Â
Astarion scowled. âWhat is this, do you want some sort of handout?âÂ
âI want to shake your hand, you buffoon,â Gale sounded frustrated.Â
âGaleâŠâ you said sorrowfully.Â
âNo no, think nothing of it,â he waved you off. âThe right man won out in the end.â
Astarion took his hand and shook it. âBetter luck next time,â he jeered.Â
âAstarion,â you scolded again. âYou both know Iâm not something to win, right?â
âOf course youâre not,â Gale nodded. âApologies, I misspoke. Iâll see you both at camp. Lunch is bread and cheese to save room for tonightâs festivities.â He stiffly turned and walked back towards the trees. Wyll gave him a sympathetic look, then caught your eye. He nodded somewhat sadly and followed after Gale.Â
âWell that certainly doesnât feel good,â you said, holding a hand to your chest and breathing deeply.
âNot quite finished yet, love,â Astarion nodded over towards Shadowheart who lingered nearby.Â
She approached slowly, holding her hands behind her back. Astarion released your hip and moved away, sensing what Shadowheart aimed to do. You looked at him curiously, but your attention was drawn back to Shadowheart as she threw her arms around your neck.Â
âYouâre happy?â She asked softly.
âShadowheartâŠâ you smiled into her hair. âYes, Iâm happy. Thank you.â
She pulled back to look at you in the eyes, double checking your expression. When she saw that you were genuine, she nodded. She cleared her throat and looked over at Astarion.Â
She pointed an accusatory finger at him. âHurt her, and you will never know a happy day again.â
Astarion held up his hands defensively. âI wonât-â
âYou have never known the pain of Lady Sharâs wrath, and youâd be smart to keep it that way, so help me gods, Astarion.â
âI got it,â he said flatly.Â
âOur Lady of Loss would not hesitate to strike you where you stand-â
âI think he gets it,â you said, placing a hand on her shoulder. âThank you, Shadowheart.â
Shadowheart narrowed her eyes at Astarion before she looked back at you. âIâll see you at camp. Donât dally.â She looked pointedly at Astarion who shrugged helplessly.Â
When she headed back into the forest, you and Astarion were finally alone.Â
You let out a heavy sigh.
âThat was a lot,â Astarion joined you at your side.
âWait, did you know those people?â you smirked at him.
âVaguely,â he smirked back and caught you in a kiss. âAt least I donât have to hold back from doing that at camp now.â He held you close in his arms.
You sighed again and laid your head on his shoulder. âYou were right. I didnât realize so many of them felt something for me.â
âThat seems to be because you block out the advances of others.â
You shoved him playfully. âHow dare you turn my pitiful backstory against me.â
He smiled and held out his hand. âCome on, letâs go dismantle that âdisgustingâ nest.â He did his best to impersonate Laeâzel on âdisgusting.âÂ
It made you laugh. âOkay.â
You took his hand and let him lead you through the trees back to the blankets and pillows that youâd spent the night on.Â
When you arrived, you picked up your shirt and bra, feeling mild embarrassment that the others had probably seen them and drawn (correct) conclusions. You removed Astarionâs shirt and threw it back at him, hitting him in the face and quickly covered your chest with your forearm.Â
Astarion laughed as his shirt fell into his awaiting hands. âDarling, you donât have to hide from me,â he narrowed his eyes seductively. âIâve already seen it all.â He tossed the shirt aside and made his way over to you.
âFeels different in the light of day,â you admitted self-consciously. âWorse, I guess.â
âNow, now,â he said, gently pulling your arm away from your chest, âlet me see you in the daylight.â You allowed him to move your arm but didnât look at him. âLovely,â he breathed, and kissed you hard.Â
You inhaled in surprise, but immediately gave in and slipped your tongue into his mouth and your arms over his shoulders. His hand came up and began massaging your left breast, his icy touch sending a shock wave through you and making you moan.Â
Instantly, you pulled away and took a step back. âCareful,â you said as Astarion stared at you wide-eyed, his hand frozen in the air where heâd been palming your breast, âI thought you wanted to take things slow?â
He made a sound somewhere between a groan and a dry heave. âStop being so nice to me,â he avoided your gaze. âIt makes me want to⊠be nice back.â
âGods forbid,â you laughed, and bent to pick up your bra which had fallen back amongst the pillows.Â
All of a sudden, you found yourself face down in the blankets, the wind knocked out of you and Astarionâs body weight pressed firmly on top of you.
âAstarion,â you wheezed, âwhat are you doing?â
His voice was sultry in your ear, âIf youâll remember, I said I wanted to take my time with you.â
Sexy as that was, you couldnât breathe. You reached behind yourself and smacked Astarionâs back with your palm. âLiving creatures need to breathe, idiot!â
âOh,â he realized his error and rolled off of you. You had no time to adjust yourself before he flipped you over and hovered above you on his hands and knees.Â
You blew some hair out of your face, irritated. âDid you just tackle me like I was some sort of prey?â
âMy dear, I would never,â he bowed his head and kissed your neck.
âAnd yet I find myself on the ground, even though I didnât put myself here,â you tangled your hands in his hair, your voice wobbly.Â
âYouâve always been rather clumsy,â he murmured teasingly.Â
You took a deep breath and pushed him away. His lips were still puckered, making you giggle. âShadowheart told us not to dally,â you reminded him. âAnd she threatened to kill you, what? Three times?â
âYou forget that Iâm already dead,â he smiled. âWhatâs another little death?â He raised his eyebrows suggestively.
You snorted. âBad.â
âI thought that was rather clever, actually.â
You rolled your eyes affectionately. âWe should really head back.â
Astarion whined and hung his head. âLet me have you again, woman!â
âBut you said-â
âI know what I said!â He lifted his head and looked you in the eye. âAnd while I appreciate your concern, right now, I very much want to be inside of you again.â
You smiled cautiously. âAre you sure?â
He rolled his eyes and kissed you, lowering his body to roll his hips against yours and making his erection very obviously. You jolted at the unexpected sensation and he pulled back.
âUnless this is too much for you,â he searched your face for hesitancy. âYouâre probably still sore and we donât have to rush anything-â
You gripped the back of his head and tightened your fist into his curls. âPlease,â you whispered, âfuck me again.â
A wicked grin bloomed on Astarionâs face and he kissed you passionately, rolling his hips against yours for friction. You moaned into his mouth, but he broke the kiss after only a few moments. âLike I said, love, I want to take my time with you.â
He rose up onto his knees and began untying the laces of your pants. You watched him intently and bit your lip as he removed them fully from your legs. He made quick work of his own and crawled back on top of you. His thumb hooked under your panties and his eyes met yours. You nodded and he pulled them down gently and discarded them close by. He then laid beside you, his eyes heavy with lust.
âCome here, precious thing,â he purred and you inched yourself closer to him. âTurn around,â he instructed. You gave him a confused half smile but did what he asked. He reached forward and pulled your hips back, causing you to feel his still-clothed cock against your ass.
âWhat are you doing?â you asked nervously.Â
Astarion chuckled. âNot that, fear not.â He kissed your shoulder as he slid his left arm under you and settled his hand on your lower stomach. A chill ran through you as he nuzzled his head onto your shoulder. âFair warning,â you could hear the mischief in his voice as his right hand made itself known in front of your face. He wiggled his fingers in a delicate wave, then brought it down between your thighs.Â
A gasp escaped your throat when you felt his fingers swipe through your folds.
Astarion tilted his head and kissed your throat. âSo wet already, darling.â
âYouâre handsome,â you said by way of explanation.
He hummed against your shoulder and began to rub your clit. A shuddering breath left your mouth and your eyes fluttered shut. Astarion paused for a moment to lift your leg and hike it back over his. âThis will feel good,â he said against your skin and dragged his fingers through your folds again before inserting a digit into your cunt.Â
You threw your head back in surprised pleasure, which made Astarion turn and nip at your ear. He began pumping and curling his finger slowly inside of you. Your breath caught when his thumb resumed its spot on your clit and whined when his finger inside of you hit a particularly sensitive spot. He adjusted his angle to hit it repeatedly.Â
âAstarion,â you moaned, your head clouded with nothing but ecstasy.Â
âYes, my sweet, youâre gripping me so tight,â his voice was sensual in your ear. âDo you think you can take a little more?â
You nodded, your eyes shut tight.Â
âWords, darling.â
âAnotherâŠâ you said breathily.
âAnother what?â
Your voice was sing-songy. âAstarion, if you donât put another finger in me right now, Iâm leaving you.â
He laughed loudly before moving his mouth close to your ear again. âYou like me too much.â Then he leaned up a little to catch your eye, his finger still pumping between your thighs. âRight?â
You smiled sympathetically, seeing your words had spooked him a little. You reached a hand up to cup his cheek. âIâm not going anywhere,â you clarified. âBut I might kill you.â
âGot it,â Astarion dragged his index finger through your folds, then carefully added it to your cunt alongside his middle finger.Â
You exhaled, moving your hand down from his cheek to his hand resting on your stomach. You laced your fingers together and squeezed when he hit a particularly good spot, getting you to moan out an, âOh, gods.â
âLike that?â He asked cockily, reaching and curling to hit the spot again.Â
âYes, my love,â you sighed, grinning upwards with your eyes closed.Â
Behind you, you felt Astarionâs cock twitch.
Your eyes opened and you looked back at him.Â
He smiled back at you sheepishly. âIt does that sometimes, darling. When something is particularly arousing.â
Your breaths were coming out short and keeping in time with the pumping of his fingers. âWas it⊠âmy love?ââ
Astarion let out a low moan and hid his face in your shoulder before reemerging and nodding. âComing from you while youâre in the throes of passion with me is really⊠something.â
You laughed between whimpers. âMy⊠loooooove,â you sang, squeezing his hand again. âYour fingers feel heavenly, my looooove.â
âFuck this,â Astarion said, pulling his fingers out of you unceremoniously and curling you forward with his body so he could shimmy out of his underwear.Â
âWhat are you doing,â you winced and whined childishly, âI was so close!â
âUnfortunately, darling, if Iâm not inside you within a matter of seconds, Iâm going to lose it completely.â
âWouldnât want that,â you said, half dazed and still coming down from your almost climax.Â
You felt his hand bump your ass as he pumped his cock and you instantly went stiff. âYouâre not going toâŠ?â
Astarion let out a breathy laugh. âOh, my sweet, youâre not nearly ready for something like that yet.â
A relieved sigh escaped you.Â
âWe could always work our way up-â
âNo, thatâs okay,â you said quickly.Â
âThereâs nothing wrong with-â
âNo, of course not-â
âBut we can-â
âLetâs not talk about this now,â you patted Astarionâs cheek.
âUnderstood,â he nodded and resumed pumping his cock. âHook your leg back over mine, darling.â When you followed his instruction, he kissed your shoulder once more. You felt the head of his cock glide through your folds until it prodded at your entrance and you let out a shaky exhale. âDonât be scared,â he muttered, squeezing your hand. âAre you ready?â
You inhaled. âYes.â
Just as he had last night, Astarion was slow to enter you. This time you heard him whimpering with his mouth so close to your ear.Â
âFuck,â he murmured, dragging his fangs from your shoulder to your neck, âstill so tight.â
âObviously,â you said, squeezing your eyes shut, but not feeling nearly as uncomfortable as you had the first time heâd entered you. You let out a satisfied exhale when his hips bumped your ass.Â
âLet me know what I can move,â Astarion said against your skin, his words barely recognizable.Â
âYou can move,â you said almost immediately, reaching a hand up behind you and twisting it into Astarionâs hair. You moved it over a little to play with the tip of his ear.
He let out a loud groan and snapped his hips forward, probably with more force than he meant to. âApologies,â he whispered, âthat felt heavenly.â
âKeep going, my love,â you encouraged and he caught your eye with a seductive smile.Â
He continued to pump his cock into your dripping hole and brought his right hand down to your clit. He licked a stripe from your neck up to your ear. âYou know, I really did intend to take my time with you just now,â he spoke lowly from the back of his throat. As if to illustrate his point, he slowed his hips to take long, languid strokes out, and then moved back into you at an equally slow pace. His thumb on your clit slowed as he disconnected his left hand from yours and brought it up to fondle your breast. He kissed up your shoulder to your neck sloppily and sucked on the fading bite marks from last night.Â
You moaned loudly, hooking your foot around his calf and tightening your fist in his hair. âWeâd really be dallying, then,â you commented.
He made a frustrated noise. âDonât even allude to the cleric right now,â he pulled away from your neck. âUnless itâs to tell me Iâm a much better lover than her.â He snapped his hips into you, hard.Â
âI donât have much of a reference, genius,â you responded breathlessly.Â
âRight,â he said, and picked up speed at your clit. His mouth returned to sucking on your throat.Â
âOohhh,â you sighed. You let out a gasp when Astarionâs left hand pinched your nipple.
âYou feel wonderful, my darling,â spit connected him to your neck.
âSo do you,â you brought your hand up to cover Astarionâs that was kneading your breast. âYou can bite me, if you want.â
He groaned loudly and bumped his nose against your jaw. âWell,â he said between thrusts, âif you insist.âÂ
He kissed your throat before biting down, his hips instantly picking up speed.Â
The ice that shot into your veins was a shock as always, but melted into a fuzzy pleasure that had your eyes drooping in ecstasy.Â
Astarion took long pulls of your blood as he continued thrusting, circling your clit, and needing your breast. How he was keeping track of everything at once was beyond you in this pleasant, foggy state.Â
âDarling,â he pulled away suddenly, swallowing loudly and seemingly out of breath. âMay I taste you as you come?â
Your tongue lolled to the side, but his voice snapped you out of it. You nodded up at him. âYes, please.â
âWhat do you need?â He licked the wounds on your neck.Â
âAs much as Iâm enjoying you taking your time,â you said, âharder and faster.â
âEasy,â a cocky grin graced his face as a drop of your blood dripped down his chin.Â
His hips picked up a brutal pace that nearly had you reaching your peak, and he pressed further onto your clit, his tight circles picking up speed as well.Â
âOh, Astarion,â you moaned loudly, reaching back again to grip his hair.
âCome for me, dearest,â he spoke softly against your throat, but loud enough that you could hear, âI want to hear you sing again. I want to taste how sweet your blood is when I make you cum on my cock.â He continued leaving sloppy kisses against your neck.
âIâm close,â you confirmed, your eyes shut tight and your body tensing.Â
âGo ahead, love, Iâve got you,â his hard thrusts were becoming uneven, but ever the professional, his voice remained mostly even. âYouâre so tight and warm, thank you for letting me taste you.â He kissed your mouth. âDarling.â Another kiss. âBeloved.â One more. âMine.â
You cried out as you fell over the edge, your cunt squeezing his cock repeatedly, only to cry out again as you felt Astarionâs fangs enter your neck once more.Â
âAstarion!â You shouted, squeezing his hand and pulling his hair and wrapping your shaking leg around his. Almost simultaneously, you felt Astarion spill inside you as he moaned your name loudly into your neck, his hips pulsing clumsily against you.Â
The sensation of him drawing your blood was still pleasantly fuzzy, but you could feel yourself becoming light headed. You tapped his arm twice, your signal for him to stop, and he pulled away, leaning his forehead against your temple and breathing heavily.Â
âStill cumming,â he groaned and clenched his teeth, his hips faltering in their rhythm.Â
After another moment, his body finally relaxed and he pulled you closer into his chest, catching his breath. âThat was⊠amazing,â he sighed happily, leaning forward to lick the remaining blood from your neck. âIf I knew blood could taste that good-â His voice trailed off. âWell, Iâm sure Iâd do something about it if I could.â He seemed pleased with his own answer and hummed contentedly behind you.
âIâm glad it was to your liking,â you said, looking back at him with a smile. He bent forward and kissed you happily. âIâm like a fine vintage,â you teased.
Astarion pursed his lips. âYouâre far from vintage, darling, youâll have to work on your wine related japes.âÂ
You laughed and a comfortable silence fell between you. Astarion rested both of his hands on your stomach. Which growled suddenly.
âWhatâs that like?â He teased, licking a wayward drop of blood from the side of his mouth.Â
Your body tensed. âOh gods, bread and cheese!â
Astarion blinked at you. âAre those some sort of new deities Iâm not aware of, or-?â
âNo, thatâs what Gale said weâre having for lunch.â
âAnd thatâs important because-?â
âBecause we DALLIED and thereâs a PARTY tonight and now Shadowheart is going to KILL us.â
âI see.â Astarion remained still, fixed in place. Then suddenly he was pulling out of you at a breakneck speed and reaching for his clothes.Â
You winced a little at the sensation but scrambled for your own clothes, wiping yourself down with the cloth Astarion provided again and got dressed in what was probably record time.Â
Incredibly, you both looked presentable.Â
âWe do make a gorgeous pair,â Astarion cocked his hip and smirked at you, going in for a kiss.
You swatted him away. âEnough flirting, loverboy, we can talk about us later!â You started reaching for blankets and pillows.Â
âUs,â Astarion stood on the sidelines, testing out the word on his tongue. âI do so like the sound of that.â
âHelp me, would you?â You threw a pile of blankets at him, hitting him in the face and blowing his hair back.Â
He groaned. âIt should be a crime to rush after youâve just made love to the most amazing woman.â He came up behind you and smacked your butt teasingly.Â
You stood up straight and tried to look angry. âWe are going to die if we donât head back right now.â Astarion wasnât buying your anger, so you turned bashful. âYou made loooove to me?â You clasped your hands together by your face. âYou think Iâm amaaaazing?â You twirled some of your hair for good measure.
Astarion sighed. âBe serious, woman, weâre going to die!â His voice was exasperated but he smirked at you. He bent to pick up more blankets and pillows and you did the same until you both had piles you could barely see over and nothing was left behind.
âUgh, Iâm going to have to do so much laundry,â you muttered. âSeriously, how did you manage bringing all this out here?â
âWell first, everything was folded neatly.â
âWe donât have time.â
âAnd second, multiple trips, darling.â
âWe canât afford to leave camp EVER again.â
Try as you might to rush back to camp, you still had to maneuver through a forest and be careful where you stepped. The pair of you moved as quickly as you could, which wasnât as fast as was probably necessary to avoid Shadowheartâs ire.Â
âSooooâŠâ You broke the silence after a few moments.Â
âGods,â Astarion rolled his eyes, âwhat?â
ââMy love,â huh?â You waggled your eyebrows at him.
âWhat about it?â
âYou liiiiiiked it,â you teased.Â
âI-â You could see that he thought about arguing but decided not to. âIâm not used to the pet names turned on me. Itâs⊠nice.â
âYouâre cute,â you said, looking over at him affectionately and nearly tripping over a tree root as a result.
Astarion snickered, then made his face serious. âIâm the furthest thing from cute. Iâm a horrifying monster.â He lowered his voice as if that would back him up.
âYeah, but you like being mushy.âÂ
âI do not.â
âYou do!â You moved closer to him and bumped his hip with your own. âYou were so sweet to me yesterday. And just now.âÂ
âItâs different with you,â he said quietly.
âOh?â You raised your eyebrows.
âItâs⊠um⊠This is stupid, I hate it.â He tried to walk ahead of you but you caught up easily.
âNo, no! Please.â You gave him a reassuring look. âI, of all people, will not judge you.â
He sighed. âItâs just⊠nice to feel like something is mine.â He was quick to correct, âNot that I own you but⊠I donât know. Youâre not a victim. Not a target. Not just⊠one night itâs better to forget. Youâre something entirely new.â
You smiled over at him. âI like you too, weirdo.â
Astarion humphed. âWhatever.â He moved closer and bumped your hip with his own. The two of you shared a fond look, then turned back to the path ahead.
If Shadowheart was going to kill you, at least youâd die together.Â
You both quickened your pace to try and avoid that fate, but it was a lovely thought.
Soon, you began to make out the bright colors of your tents through the trees and the sound of your companions chatting by the fire.Â
You turned to Astarion. âSee you on the other side.â
He nodded, determined. âItâs been a pleasure servicing you, darling.â
âI hope she kills you first.â
You shared a laugh before you took a calming breath.Â
And stepped into camp.Â
#astarion#astarion ancunin#baldur's gate 3#bg3#astarion x reader#astarion x you#astarion x female reader#astarion x f!reader#astarion x bard!reader#astarion x inexperienced!reader#astarion x tav#astarion smut#astarion fanfic#soft astarion#baldur's gate 3 fanfic#bg3 fanfic#my writing#mine#beauty and the bard#apologies if i missed any tags/content warnings#:)#WOMP WOMP#WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN?!#(i haven't written it yet)#(i don't know)#but yeah thank you to everyone who read part 1!#and everyone who left a comment!#i really hope that this is a good followup and that you're excited for more!#also my beta and i kept affectionately referring to this as#'the squeakual'
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ENTREVIASÂ â S04E02
#entrevias spoilers#entrevĂas spoilers#entrevĂas#entrevias#wrong side of the tracks#amanda x jimena#wlwgif#wlwsource#amanda pretending to be angry at her wife fjdskfjsd no they're so cute đđđ#i missed them so much#mine#the coloring is ugly as f#but im too tired to do anything about it
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I'm seeing a lot of discourse on the Daemyra divorce scene and some are arguing that Rhaenyra was terrified and she flinched when Daemon raised his hand, but I've rewatched the scene over and over, for research purposes, and Rhaenyra wasn't petrified, she was PISSED (and very turned on considering her eyes literally drop to his lips right after but some of y'all are blind I guess). And she didn't flinch, she SNARLED. It was very much "try me bitch, i'm not playing with you today", which is why Daemon pulls back his hand so quickly. Mans had to consider his next move very carefully lol
Like come onnnnnn now
#i started to think i completely misinterpreted this scene the way people were talking#but then i rewatched it and was like nah i was right#miss thing WAS hot and bothered#like i'm sorry but is the âterrifiedâ in the room with us đ€š#i was literally sitting there the first time thinking#so y'all gonna fight or f*ck cause i really can't tell#also it lowkey reminded me of the rain scene in pride and prejudice#you know where they're ardently fighting but literally swaying into each other#good shit fr#daemyra#daemon x rhaenyra#rhaenyra x daemon#rhaenyra targaryen#daemon targaryen#house of the dragon#house of the dragon s2#hotd#hotd season 2
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Hi. I'm back, and I wrote this in about an hour so be nice. This is 100% inspired by @ezrasbirdie's Twinkle and the very lovely dream it gave me. So this is Birdee's fault.
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Perfect Fit
Frankie Morales x plus size f!reader // 1.3k
Warnings: Reader is a curvy lady with big titties and a belly, f receiving oral, mutual masturbation, cum eating, lots of praise, language, a smidge of insecurity but it doesn't last long, reader borrows Frankie's shirt, a very feral Frankie who has got it BAD for reader. Use of good girl and bebita. I also maintain that Frankie is a babbler during sex. Oh also Frankie is in sweatpants, which is a gift to us all.
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The flickering lights of the TV lit up your face, an old rom-com from the '90s that you had seen a million times playing on the screen. You laughed at every joke, even though you could recite every line if asked. Frankie heard you mutter them under your breath sometimes, which he would have found annoying if it had been anyone else. Never with you though.Â
He wasnât paying a damn bit of attention to the movie, though.
Not for the past twenty minutes at least. Not when you were wearing those leggings and his threadbare grey t-shirt which you had borrowed for the night. Frankie could barely drag his eyes away from how his shirt pulled tight on your gorgeous tits or how the hem had rolled up just enough to show your soft tummy.Â
He felt like a pervert ogling you like a fucking teenager who could barely control himself, even though you had been dating for more than six months. He was allowed to ogle, but you had just had a week from hell at work and had been looking forward to a relaxing night at Frankieâs place. He could keep his hands off of you for a couple of hours so you could watch your favorite movie in peace.Â
You shifted slightly on his brown leather sectional and leaned into him, tucking your legs up and under you. Frankie stiffened, and you noticed. Normally he would put his hand on your knee or his arm around your shoulder. Instead, his hands flexed as he straightened out invisible wrinkles on his sweatpants.
âYou alright, babe?â You pushed a stray curl behind Frankieâs ear. You made a mental note to give him a haircut this weekend. Youâd been putting it off; you liked his hair on the longer side.Â
âFine, fine. Just, uh- gonna go get a glass of water.â He stood up so quickly that you practically fell over.Â
âIâŠokay?â you mumbled as he made a beeline for the kitchen. He was gone long enough for the movie to culminate with the big romantic kiss and the happily ever after, making his way back to the couch as you clicked off the credits. He settled back next to you but a little further away than before and stared straight ahead.Â
Doubt gnawed at you. âAre you upset with me, Frankie? Is it because I made you watch this dumb movie again?â you asked softly, fiddling with one of your rings. The relationship was still new enough that you didnât know how to read all of his emotions just yet.
His head whipped around. âWhat? No! Not at all, baby. Iâm just- tired. Youâre tired too, yeah? Should we go to bed?â His eyes darted down to your shirt, which made you realize how far it had ridden up.Â
You pulled down on it out of habit, and Frankie frowned. âAre you sure?â you asked.Â
Frankie shook his head. âCâmere,â he instructed as he helped you over to straddle his hips. You draped your arms around his broad shoulders, gasping slightly as he rolled his erection against you. âYouâve been driving me fucking crazy, baby. Do you know that? Feel what you do to me?âÂ
âBut I havenât been doing anything?â You were genuinely confused.Â
Frankie nuzzled his nose against your chest, breathing heavily. âYou look so good in my shirt. Damn, it fits you just fucking right.âÂ
You cupped his face and pulled him up for a kiss, his tongue immediately begging for entrance. Frankie kissed you like it was his last chance, like you were the last gasp of air he would ever take. âThis shirt barely fits,â you admitted when you both broke to catch your breath.Â
âItâs perfect,â he said adamantly. âDonât ever wear anything else.âÂ
You giggled and kissed him again before he lifted you off and leaned you back so you could stretch out on the chaise portion of the couch. He had fucked you more than once here in the months since he had bought it. A christening, he had called it, the night it had been delivered.Â
Without a word, Frankie helped you shimmy out of your leggings and underwear, stopping to stare at you as he tossed them over his shoulder. You smiled, and felt powerful. No man ever looked at you the way Frankie had looked at you since the first night you met. He was enraptured, enthralled. And he looked like he wanted to feast on you. You bent one knee up and let it fall against the couch. His cock noticeably jumped, pressing against his sweats.Â
âOh fuck. Look at my girl, she looks so pretty.â Frankie settled on his belly and pulled your leg up over his shoulder. He left a trail of kisses up your inner thigh before softly kissing your cunt. He buried his nose against your curls and inhaled deeply. âSmell so fucking good for me.âÂ
Frankie wasted no time and licked a slow and tortuous stripe up your slit before flicking his tongue against your clit. He built a steady pace, pushing you to the edge and easing back over and over again.Â
âChrist, Frankie, oh my- Frankie, Frankie, Frankie,â you babbled as you threaded your fingers through his hair, pulling him against your cunt as it clenched around nothing. He licked up everything you gave him before standing up and ripping off his clothes, his cock bobbing as he stepped out of his pants. His chin was wet with your orgasm, and his pupils looked blown out.Â
âBebita, I need you to touch yourself. Rub that gorgeous clit, please? Please, baby,â he begged, stroking and squeezing himself as you gently rubbed circles on your sensitive clit. âSuch a good girl, doing just what I ask.âÂ
His praise made something low in your stomach clench and you arched your hips up, eyes fluttering closed.
âNo, bebita, look at me, please. Lemme see those eyes. Yes, yes. Can you put a finger inside?â he practically begged, hand quickening over his leaking cock.Â
âYes, Frankie,â you shuddered as you exhaled, slipping one finger easily into your relaxed cunt.Â
âAnother, baby, please?â He moaned, never taking his eyes off you, as you complied and added in a second finger. He watched you move them in and out, snaking your other hand down to rub on your clit. âIâm so close, where- where can I? Quick, tell me.âÂ
You pulled your fingers out and spread your legs wide. âHere, Frankie, here.â The words had barely left your mouth before he was standing over you, one knee resting on the couch as he decorated your pussy with ropes of cum. You gripped his thigh and watched as he worked himself through his orgasm. He was always so pretty when he came, mouth open and dark brown eyelashes grazing against his cheeks.Â
Frankie bent over to where you leaned against the cushion so he could kiss you, whispering praise between each breath and lick of his tongue. âGonna get you cleaned up,â he said finally.Â
You expected him to go get a washcloth from the bathroom - he always made sure it was nice and warm - but instead, he settled back between your thighs. âFrankie?â you squeaked as he started licking your inner thigh.Â
âI said I need to clean you up, baby. Now take off that shirt and let me see those pretty tits?â He looked up at you with pleading eyes. You would do anything he asked, and in this moment he knew it. You tossed your shirt over your head and Frankie rolled your nipple between his thumb and finger as he dove back down between your thighs.Â
âGood girl, always so good for me,â he hummed as he licked himself off of you. âGonna make you come again on my tongue, then Iâm gonna make you come on my cock. Gonna have you all night, bebita.âÂ
You threw your head back as he sucked gently on your clit. âAll this because I wore your shirt?â you chuckled.Â
Frankie was too busy to respond. But he made good on his promises that night.Â
And always left the shirt out for you to wear whenever you wanted.Â
#frankie morales#frankie morales x f!reader#f!reader#plus size!reader#triple frontier#I missed frankie
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Merry Christmas guyyyssđ
#merry christmas beautiful people#hope you're enjoying it as much as these two#let's admit tess cannot bake#she's learning in jackson but joel is still the one doing do cooking#as u can see it's for her own safety#oh and the first one? well it's up to you what happened there#u know it's funny how i always forget to draw some detail i really wanted to add and then remember a week later with OHHHH WHY#im wondering... what it is this time :D#i miss christmas... they are not what they used to be and im âforcedâ to spend them at work wearing shitty clothes my boss wants#i swear one more thing and im not only quitting my job but also attacking my employer#just kidding but f@*k bartending#sorry but its been a lot#tess servopoulos#joel miller#joel x tess#tess tlou#joel tlou#tessjoel#tess lives#why is it always end of the tags where i unleash this?
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Joel Miller: Why Can't I Breathe?
Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader (afab; she/her)
Excerpt:
"You were a woman--a woman with a body, feelings, heart, and intellect way beyond his caliber. You were fiercely loyal to him, almost to a fault, never hesitating to stick both your neck and trusted knife out for him, but at the same time, you were kind. You had been so good to him, too good to him, and all the while looking like that.
As you ducked under the water once again, fully scrubbing your body of grime, he realized that you were nothing less than a belle, a seductress, a venus flytrap set just for him to fly into and crush into a million pieces, and he wanted it. He wanted you.
You were so goddamn beautiful, and you had been his this whole time, he was just too dumb and slow to realize it."
Warnings: minor finale spoilers, Joel gets harddd, bathing, references to nudity, guns, Ellie makes a cameo, descriptions of alcoholism, blood, knives, and Joel doesn't know what a feeling is.
A/N: Happy end of The Last of Us! Who can't wait for Season Two!? *salutes before falling backwards off bridge.* But seriously, thank you for all the love on Joel. I can't explain how much it means to me.
If you'd like to leave a like, ask, comment, or reblog, it would be very appreciated <3
Word Count: 1.5k
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(gif credit to owner I cannot find your account for the life of me).
The first thing that hit the forest floor was your boots, bouncing off the swollen grass loud enough for him to hear. The next thing was your socks, based off of the slight grunt you gave when one got caught. Next was your jeans, indicated by the metal pull on the zipper of your crotch clanking down swiftly. You then paused with a huff.
"Are you sure about this?" you said from behind him.
He sighed. "Yes, for fuck's sake. You were just sayin' how badly you wanted a bath."
"Yeah but--" you sighed, frustrated. "What if somebody--or, something--comes along?"
He raised his riffle over his head in reply before settling it back in his lap, his fingers curved firmly around it, screaming try me. He was sitting on a rock, yes, but he was ready. His body always seemed to settle when he guarded you anyway. He tried not to think about that.
"You know what I mean, Joel," you replied. "My hearin' ain't what it used to be."
He hated the smirk that always managed to wriggle its way onto his face when you mocked the depth of his voice and the thickness of his accent, but in reality, it had been the first time he had smiled in a while. All he could do was shake his head in reply, his typical indicator of you win this round.
You sighed again, the running water of the stream behind you filling the air, before saying, "I'm just worried about her."
It didn't take a genius to figure out that the girl curled up in the cave ten feet away from him was the "her" you were referring to. She had been different, distant, quiet. Adjectives that had never suited her before, but after whatever the hell went down after Joel woke up, they all seemed to describe her perfectly. Her chest rose up and down in an even rhythm, indicating to Joel that she was long gone, but he understood you nonetheless.
"I know," he said in reply, a drop of unease in his voice, "but I've got her."
You took a deep breath, inhaling through your nose and out your mouth, before the scratch of cloth a shirt makes when it's removed filled his ears instead. "I'll be quick. Get me if she needs me."
"I will," he responded, "but take your time. Please."
He knew why he was delaying bringing her to the Fireflies, and he knew that you knew why he was delaying bringing her to the Fireflies, but like many things between the two of you, it remained unspoken.
"Alright," you said, and dropped two more pieces of cloth onto your pile before stepping away, down into the stream. Joel had never seen one quite like it. All the water flowed from a great waterfall at the end, the perfect place to rinse off after miles of hiking in a humid forest, and Joel saw in your eye how badly you wanted to wash it all away. He stopped the three of you and proposed an early dinner--rabbit, water, and chef boyardee--and Ellie passed out soon after, leaving Joel here, keeping watch for the both of you.
He would never admit how much he likes it--watching you both, keeping you safe, protecting his girls. It was something primal, but also something broken, desperate to be glued back together again.
You could recognize that in him, that need, but you weren't much different from him. Twenty years in an apocalypse, constantly watching your six, always on edge. You two were one in the same in that regard, so when your need for control would bubble up to your irises, he would gladly take the night to rest.
Unspoken, yet so not.
He didn't know when the two of you got so good at it, reading each other. Maybe it was back in Boston, the night you two made your first job together, or the night he blacked out from too much booze, only to find himself in bed under a blanket the next morning. He still didn't know how you managed that one. Maybe it was when he got cut clean through the knee, or when you got one through the shoulder, or when he finally explained what the scar on his face was from, or who the scar on his heart was from, or--
Suddenly, the whoosh of a large splash hit his ear, along with the gurgle of air bubbles, and modesty be damned, he turned around. His riffle was immediately pointed down at the water, ready to fire at will, or he would dive the hell down there.
Except, what exited the water was no infected, no raider, no hunter, and no slaver. No, it was you. Hair flattened by the stream, back dripping with droplets of water, tracing the line your spine made down your back. Your head tilted back in relief, free from the prison of sweat and heat, and your shoulders flexed downward, highlighting that fucking line down your back once again. The setting sun illuminated you, basking you in an aura of orange, as you walked underneath the waterfall. The water soaked through your hair and down your body, causing you to lift up your arms to work your hair away from your face and massage your jaw with your nails. Your waist was that much more accentuated, your throat was revealed just so, and the outline of your breasts taunted him against the stone of the stream.
He could feel his eyes dilate, his jaw go slightly slack, his gun practically slip through his fingers, and buttons on the crotch of his jeans pull slightly tauter than they were a few seconds ago.
He couldn't feel his face, he couldn't hear the water flowing, and he couldn't fucking breathe.
Why can't I breathe?
You had always been a looker, he had no doubt about that--constantly getting looks from men on the streets, offered drinks at bars, and invitations for more than that--but he never viewed you that way.
At least, that's what he told himself when he woke up from dreams about you, covered in sweat.
He liked to think that he admired you, respected you. He knew how little of that you got in Boston, and in his own fucked up ways, he tried to show you that you deserved to be. You were more than just tits and eyes, you were capable, honorable, and a fucking badass when you wanted to be. You went through with a hell of a lot more jobs than he did, coming home with stacks of ration cards higher than the expanse of his hands, only to bring them home to his sorry ass. You could make a clean kill, barely batting an eye, and mere seconds later, help Ellie to her feet, and tell her she was okay. You were beautiful, yes, but he thought he saw that more as admiration, respect, and caring for the woman who had always stuck by his side.
But it was more than that. It had always been more than that.
You were a woman--a woman with a body, feelings, heart, and intellect way beyond his caliber. You were fiercely loyal to him, almost to a fault, never hesitating to stick both your neck and trusted knife out for him, but at the same time, you were kind. You had been so good to him, too good to him, and all the while looking like that.
As you ducked under the water once again, fully scrubbing your body of grime, he realized that you were nothing less than a belle, a seductress, a venus flytrap set just for him to fly into and crush into a million pieces, and he wanted it. He wanted you.
You were so goddamn beautiful, and you had been his this whole time, he was just too dumb and slow to realize it.
The smirk that had formed from earlier had slowly become a smile as he let his eyes slide up and down your body, filled to the brim with emotion and longing, and just as he felt a tear begin to dribble down his cheek at the sight of the woman before him, you turned around, and Joel's stomach instantly fell out of his ass.
He turned on his heel faster than he ever had in his life, wiping at his eye and sniffling, and standing straighter than a soldier.
Of course, you noticed.
"Everything alright?" you shouted from the water below, and with as much dignity as he could muster, Joel responded with a cracked, "yep."
Nothing was, yet everything was.
"I'm almost done," you responded, ducking under the water. You let your mask crack underneath the waves--the smile on your face, the squeal of excitement, and the happiness in your heart.
He was looking at you.
Once again, your mutual understanding remained unspoken, only this time, you had a feeling it wouldn't be for long.
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hi bestie, first I wanted to thank you for making all the requests I've made so far, your writing is incredible!!!! This time my request is shorter than usual, I saw how good you are at writing jealous Pedro, so here's half a scenario: boyfriends, Pedro goes to your apartment and knocks on the door, you open it wearing just a shirt and panties, he apprehensive about someone seeing you and even about someone else knocking on the door and you opening it like that (even though there is a peephole on the door that would prevent you from opening it dressed like that if it were someone else)
Pairing:Â Pedro Pascal x readerÂ
"hey baby" you smiled wide as you invited him in.
You didn't even notice the way his eyes fixated on what you were wearing, one of your old t-shirts and a pair of panties, your usual home attire.
" sweetheart-" he almost choked on his own saliva, rushing inside and closing the door.
"What?" you frowned "What's wrong?"
"Do you always answer the door dressed like this?"
The question took you aback, it definitely wasn't what you were expecting.
"No, but I knew it was you"
"still..." he sighed, his eyes taking you in once again "I don't know how... safe that is"
"safe?" you furrowed your brows as the puzzlement only increased "What are you talking about?"
He'd only taken a step inside the apartment, so his back was still on the door.
"I just- I wouldn't want anyone to see you like this, that's all"
"Babe I knew it was you" you repeatedÂ
"I know but... I just- I don't know- You look so pretty... and only I'm supposed to see you like this"
"and you are the only one who does" You smiled softly, placing your hands on each side of his head to hold him gently.
"You're not gonna listen to me, are you ?"
"no" you breathed, an honest smile on your lips "This is how I dress at home baby, I'm gonna change every time you come around" you explained, looking into his eyes, and seeing the worry taking up every inch of space in them "but if it makes you feel any better I will check through the peephole before opening"
"even if you know I'm coming?"
"even if I know you're coming" You nodded
"And you're gonna ask who it is?"
"fine" you laughed "I will"
His hands found your waist after that, and as he leaned in, he softly murmured "Thank you" before kissing your lips.
#ah how i didnt miss jealous pedro#pedro pascal#pedro pascal x reader#pedro pascal fluff#pedro pascal x gn reader#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro pascal fic#dad!pedro pascal#fluff#pedro pascal blurb#pedro pascal smut#pedro pascal imagine#pedro pascal x you#pedro pascal x y/n#pedro pascal x fem reader#pedro pascal snl#pedro pascal x f!reader#pedro pascal x female reader#pedro pascal angst#pedro pascal fanfic#the last of us#narcos#pedro pascal fandom
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Suna Kaiya kicks. Like a lot.
In your tummy, she kicks like you wouldnât believe, far more than Akito ever did, and it fills you with so much excitement to know sheâs happy, sheâs healthy, and sheâs excited to meet you both.
Sheâs moving more than usual today, and your hands come up to cradle your stomach, smiling down and letting your thumb soothe over it.
âMorning momma,â Rintaro says, and you smile as Akito sits happily perched on his dads shoulders.
âMorning, mumma!â Your six year old chirps, and you laugh at the duality of them. At the sight of your hands, two pairs of green eyes fall to your stomach, and two wide smiles grow. âIs Kaiya kicking?â
âShe is bud,â you beam, moving to pour him a cup of juice as Rin sits him down at the table. âYou wanna feel?â
âYeah!â He says excitedly. With his juice you walk over to him, letting his tiny hands press against your swollen stomach, and he giggles at the feeling. âMy baby sister is crazy!â He takes the juice from your hands and brings it to his mouth to sip.
âRin, you are wanna come feel?â You ask, and he chuckles and shakes his head. Heâs always loved your baby bump, loved the kicking of his babies that are growing inside of you, but lately, at his touch, Kaiyaâs been kicking more furiously, roughly, and itâs taking its toll on your back.
Heâs thrilled sheâs already in tuned with his touch. But he hates the effect it has on you.
You roll your eyes, âRintaro, Kaiya will always kick and hurt my back, you may as well feel her while sheâs active and not resting.â
He gives you a small nod and a nervous sigh, stalking over to you and gently resting his hands on your belly. Instantly, the baby kicks at the warmth of his hands, but youâre sure to not pull a face or shift away while he does.
âSheâs going crazy,â he laughs, looking at the bump fondly.
âTold you,â you say, gently carding a hand through his hair.
âDang,â he chuckles, leaning over to kiss your head. âWe really made thatâŠâ
âHow?â
Both of your eyes widen and instantly dart to look at Akito, whoâs cheeks are stained with strawberry juice and dark brown eyebrow quirked in interest.
âUhh-â
âTime to get dressed!â You chirp, moving from Rintaroâs grip to meet your son, whose eyes are curved in confusion.
âBut I havenât had breakfast yet!â
âBreakfast in the living room today, whoo!â You quickly say, looking at Rin nervously who merely laughs at your distress, shaking his head before he starts making breakfast.
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Worth the Peril
Summary: In another life, Astarion would have made a decent barbarian. Despite Karlachâs cheerful demeanor, for the most part, barbarians were known to be violent, brutal, and cruel. All things that Astarion could easily tap into if the situation called for it. And right now, he was entering a rage. OR Upon arriving in the Underdark, you go down in a battle, leaving Astarion to pick up the pieces.
Pairing: Astarion x f!reader Rating: 18+ (no smut) Word count: 15.1k CW: reader gets hurt - violence, severe injury, blood, descriptions of wound, depictions of pain, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, protective Astarion, blind with rage Astarion, soft Astarion, reader is an idiot (and a bard), so is Astarion (not a bard, just an idiot), everyone else sees what Astarion can't Spoilers: Minor spoilers for Act 1 (in-game dialogue, plot points, etc.) Also posted to: AO3 FAIR WARNING: This is PART 5 in my series, "Beauty and the Bard." Find the masterlist here.
a/n: SHE'S HERE!! I am SO excited to be finally be posting the newest chapter of Beauty and the Bard! Thank you so much for your patience as I was sorting this one out. I've always been a huge fan of the hurt/comfort trope and the "Person A gets hurt and Person B loses it" trope, so this is my take on both of those tropes in one! Did I fudge the numbers of the Duergar fight in the Underdark from Act One? Yes. Did I fudge the numbers in terms of injury severity and what's actually possible through magical healing? Also yes! But in a world where a skeleton will bring you back from the dead for $200, OR, simply sleeping a full eight hours will heal you completely, I think I was able to make it make sense. Hopefully. Apologies to anyone working in the medical field who knows I'm a sham. But this is a series about smooching a vampire, so we gotta suspend our disbelief somewhere! There's no smut in this chapter, and for that, I apologize, but it'll make sense why it doesn't. If it helps, my beta says that this is her favorite chapter to date! Woo! Please enjoy. (Thank you to my beta @kermitwazowski for reading! - Also! She just got married! And a tiktok from it went viral! We love her, she's the best.) As a reminder, last time, you and Astarion had a little romp in the river while watching the sunrise.
Taglist: Moved to the comment section, since tumblr hates sharing fun with friends - please let me know if you'd like to be added to the list!
Barring a few dirty looks from Shadowheart and Laeâzel, your return to camp with Astarion - both of you now vaguely damp - was largely ignored in favor of packing up camp in preparation for venturing into the Underdark. So long as you were both there to help with the pack up efforts, it didnât really matter where the two of you had spent your morning.Â
Astarion squeezed your hand fondly before sauntering over to his tent to loiter and drag his feet until the camp was mostly all packed away. You knew his game; look busy without actually lifting a finger until it was absolutely necessary. You rolled your eyes before bending to gather and organize the loot in your tent. He was so annoying.
Gods, you hated him.
And you loved him.
Why, of all people, did you have to fall in love with the emotionally stunted, incredibly dramatic, freak weirdo vampire? Wyll was perfectly nice! Shadowheart had a good head on her shoulders! And yetâŠ
Your eyes flicked over to his tent momentarily.Â
He wasnât even trying. He was fully looking at his nails. He looked up briefly and met your eye. He smirked before moving his hand to wave at you delicately with his fingertips.Â
âPack,â you called to him from across camp.
âWhat?â He cupped a hand to his ear as if he couldnât hear you from the relatively short distance away. âYouâll have to speak up, darling! Or, better yet-â
He left his tent and made his way over to yours.
âOooh, no,â you scolded and pointed towards his tent. âGet back over there and pack, you jackass.â
âOuch, love,â Astarion squatted beside you. He looked around your tent at the trinkets youâd accumulated and picked one up, rotating it in his hands. A tiny statue of a mermaid, her face sculpted in midsong. âHeavy little bugger,â he said, testing its weight in his hands.
âItâs made of iron, I think,â you said.Â
âAnd youâre going to make us lug it into the Underdark? Rather selfish of you, donât you think?â
You snatched the figure out of his hands. âCan I help you with something, Astarion?â
He spread out his legs and leaned back against a chest you kept close-by. âNot particularly.â He rested his arms behind his head, very clearly trying to flex his arms to keep your attention on him.
You laughed and pushed him, making him fall sideways. âStop trying to distract me and go pack your own stuff up. I will not help you when youâre inevitably scrambling later.â
âYes, you will,â he said, using your shoulder to help himself stand up. He squeezed it once before heading back in the direction of his tent.Â
âNo, I wonât!â you called after him, but he turned and cupped his hand to his ear again, pretending he couldnât hear you. You groaned loudly and continued packing.Â
âHate to say it, Soldier,â said Karlach, whose tent was set up between yours and Astarionâs, âbut you probably will help him.â
You sighed heavily. âI know.â
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It hadnât been as bad as you thought.
Youâd had the foresight to keep your belongings relatively close together, making use of the travelerâs chest you all shared. Once youâd gathered all your possessions and dismantled your tent, you placed everything you couldnât carry on your person into the chest. Karlach had helped Halsin lift the trunk, full to the brim with everyoneâs overflow, into an ox wagon that you all planned on taking with you to the ruined goblin camp and down into the Underdark below. Even Astarion had managed to gather most of his things before inevitably earning your help with a bat of his eyes.
It had taken maybe two hours total, but looking around the area that you had called home for the last few weeks, it was as if your party had never been there to begin with. It was a little sad to be leaving, but you were pleased with the progress you all had made and were ready to keep moving forward in order to get these damn worms out of your skulls.
The trek into the Underdark, meanwhile, was long and frustrating; Gale had to cast Feather Fall on half of your team, the ox cart, and Scratch and the Owlbear cub, while the other half of you used the deceptively long ladder down into the abandoned Selunite outpost below - much to Shadowheartâs dismay.Â
Much to Astarionâs dismay, youâd actually stumbled upon a colony of Miconids after bumbling through a battle with a pair of minotaurs and looking for a place to rest. It was there that you spoke with the head of their colony, Sovereign Spaw, about eliminating a clan of Duergar dwarves threatening their population.
Which was how you now found yourself smugly walking beside Astarion as Gale and Shadowheart led the way towards the supposed Duergar hideout. The rest of your party had (begrudgingly, in the case of Laeâzel) agreed to help Halsin set up camp close to the Miconids and their beautiful glowing mushrooms, and had stayed behind.
âYou must wipe that stupid expression off your face, darling,â Astarion rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. âOtherwise you might get stuck like that.â
âI told you they were real.â You waggled your eyebrows in victory.
âAnd their music was far less irritating than yours,â he teased. âSo I suppose that was nice.â
âBastard,â you muttered. âIâd love to play something with them when we get back.â
âYou would.â
âAss hat.â
âLoud mouth.â
âWould you two shut it?â Gale turned and quietly shouted. âWeâre swiftly approaching the Duergar clan, according to Sovereign Spawâs directions.â
âI still think we should have rested for the evening,â Astarion complained. âA specimen such as myself requires copious amounts of beauty sleep.â
You withheld a yawn, willing the vampire not to see it. You were still tired from your lack of sleep this morning, and your romp in the river. Not to mention the hike to get down here, and the minotaurs youâd already faced. You were able to get a short rest in at the colony, but you were definitely feeling it, and you didnât want to worry your teammates. Plus you knew Astarion would never let you hear the end of it, given his protests about it earlier today.
âEnough, Astarion,â Shadowheart groaned. âYou heard Spaw; the Duergar are a looming threat to their colony. We couldnât risk a possible ambush in the night. Especially with all the refugees seeking shelter there.â
Astarion sighed. âAnd, I suppose I must admit, I like the sovereignâs approach. A little genocidal, but effective.â
âYes, great, youâll get your fill of blood, now would you hush!â Gale halted, causing the rest of you to stop, too. âSomethingâs wrong.â
You surveyed your surroundings. Wooden structures stood decaying all around, from bridges, to long forgotten buildings, and nets once used for ladders. It had probably been home to a village of people at one time.
âLooks abandoned,â you supplied.
Off in the distance you could make out a lake through some fog. Boats rocked gently against a worn looking dock, illuminated by purple crystals that populated the area. That must be the lake that Spaw had described. But wait⊠were those-? Lit torches?
You were about to take a step forward to investigate further, but Astarion held out an arm to block you.Â
âI smell a trap,â he warned.
Suddenly an arrow shot past your ear and landed in a wooden post behind you.
âThatâs quite a sense of smell you have,â Gale quipped, prepping a spell in his hands. âThink you could sniff out where that arrow came from?â
Your eyes frantically searched the area but couldnât make anything out.Â
âDuck!â Shadowheart shouted, as a flaming arrow seemed to appear out of thin air and hurdle towards your party.Â
You hit the deck, lifting your head ever so slightly in the direction where the arrow came flying from. A figure appeared out of nowhere as you watched, taking a step to the side to hide behind a wall. That explained it.
âOur attackers are using an Invisibility spell,â you said quietly. âIf we can get them to attack us, we can break the spell and see them clearly before they have the chance to cast it again.â
âSounds fairly dangerous,â Gale muttered, holding a hand to his chin in thought.
âDo you have any better ideas?â Shadowheart whispered, pulling her shield and morning star off of her back.Â
âNot really,â Gale said after thinking for a moment.Â
Astarion, meanwhile, had already unsheathed his daggers. âLetâs spill some blood.â A wicked grin graced his features.Â
âLetâs think about this for a second,â you said, holding out an arm to block him from getting up and feeling him deflate. You peered around the large rock that you and your companions had ducked behind. Platforms were littered throughout the decrepit village, perfect for you all to spread out. Quietly, you removed your lute and your backpack.Â
âNowâs not really the time to serenade us with a sappy love song, dearest,â Astarion said, his eyes on your loose lute that heâd recently gifted you.Â
âShut up, and take this,â you said, handing him a scroll of Misty Step that you pulled out of your bag. You handed one to Shadowheart as well. âGale, how are you doing on magic?â
Gale flexed his hands, the purple of the Weave sparking at his fingertips. âGood enough to take out a few dwarves, Iâd say. But I have my crossbow if necessary.â
You nodded and turned to Shadowheart. âYou?â
She nodded back at you. âI should have enough for some healing if anyone needs it, but Iâll stick to cantrips if I can.â
You nodded again, thinking deeply. âOkay, our magic is running kind of low, so we have to be smart about this.â
Astarion cleared his throat. âArenât you going to ask me about my magic, darling?â
Shadowheart laughed humorlessly. âOh, please. As if you wonât rely entirely on those knives of yours.â
He scoffed. âIâll have you know, Iâm also very skilled with a bow.â
You sighed. âIâm sorry we couldnât rest more before we had to do this.â
âThe life of a hero is not an easy one,â Gale pointed out. âOne cannot always put their feet up by the hearth when lives are at stake.â
âSpeak for yourself,â Astarion rolled his eyes.Â
âWhatâs the plan?â Shadowheart asked you. âWe might want to hurry, given they know our location and we donât know theirs.â
âI was thinking we all cast Misty Step,â you turned back around to look over the boulder and pointed to the various empty structures, âand land on those platforms.â
âAh, the high ground! Very logical,â Gale nodded in approval.
âBut do we want to be out in the open? Theyâll shoot at us and we wonât have any cover.â Shadowheart raised a good point.
âIâll cause a distraction,â you said, âno worries.â
Astarion clicked his tongue. âI hate the sound of that.â
âWhat do you mean?! Iâm great at distractions!â
Rather than responding, Astarion hummed skeptically. Then he leaned forward to kiss you sweetly. âIâm going to go kill some dwarves now.â Then, he unfurled the scroll, recited âinveniam viam,â and you watched as he disappeared and reappeared on a platform hidden in darkness. You lost sight of him as he vanished into the shadows and turned back to face Gale and Shadowheart.
âBe smart with your magic, and be safe.â Both of them nodded wordlessly at you and prepared to cast Misty Step. You picked up your lute and stood up straight. âSee you on the other side,â you winked and started descending down a hill towards your hidden enemies.Â
Strumming a quiet tune, you created a Minor Illusion around yourself to look like a traveling musician, rather than an armored spellcaster. You slung your lute back around onto your back.Â
âSorry!â you called, holding your hands up above your head as if in surrender. You spotted an armored dwarf on a wooden walkway up ahead, currently visible, and walked towards him. âSo sorry!â
âWhat?â The dwarf looked surprised by your unarmed approach. âGehk! Got someone sneaking up on us!â
âNo!â you assured. âMy band mates and I,â you pointed your thumb over your shoulder towards the area where youâd been spotted with your companions, âwe got a little turned around. See, we thought there might be a secluded place down here to practice for our upcoming gig, and well, we didnât know you were already here, and-â
âToo loud, sun-scum,â came a voice from above you. You looked up to see another Duergar on a platform overhead. He wore an amulet of the Absolute and had a large battle axe strapped to his back. âCould hear you and your mates stumbling. Can hear you blinking.âÂ
âThat seems unlikely,â you muttered. Your eyes wandered around, pretending to look for more dwarves in the area, but really checking to make sure your companions were in position.Â
âNoise gets you eaten down here,â the dwarf with the amulet went on. âReckon Iâll hush you before something hungry comes along.âÂ
âYouâd hurt an unarmed musician?â You held your hands up higher.
The dwarf above you barked out a laugh. âNice try, bard.â He spat the word. âSaw you lot from a mile away. Your little disguise is pitiful.â
Something seemed off. You felt a chill run down your spine as something brushed against you. The illusion of your plain clothes fell away, revealing your armor. You had a feeling your invisible foes had you surrounded.Â
âNow,â said the dwarf, âwhere are your little friends hiding?â
You laughed. âI was just going to ask! Why would you all surround me when my little friends are over there?â You nodded your head towards one of the platforms.
The dwarfâs eyes widened as he spotted Shadowheart, whose hands were poised with a Firebolt spell. âTheyâre up there!â Before the dwarf could point, an arrow pierced through his shoulder from behind, knocking him forward off the platform. You sidestepped his falling body and made eye contact with Astarion who smirked down at you.Â
âAttack!â The first dwarf you spoke to shouted, and all hell broke loose.Â
Light surrounded you as Shadowheart cast Bless, and you were able to out-maneuver the dwarf whoâd yelled as the light momentarily blinded him. Arrows flew towards Astarion, whoâd been the first to shoot, and with those arrows, multiple dwarvesâ Invisibility spells broke. Astarion was able to easily dodge and avoid the onslaught of attacks, thanks to the advantage of being on higher ground. You grabbed your lute and cast Shatter, causing the dwarves around you to fly backwards in a wave of thunder. Gale launched fiery arrows at your foes, and Shadowheart summoned a Spiritual Weapon to fight for you all on the ground below.
âYouâre here because of those rotflowers, arenât you?â The dwarf with the Absolute pendant got to his feet and pulled the arrow out of his shoulder. âYou reek of justice and good deeds.â
âFunny,â you said, using the pommel of your rapier to push a now visible dwarf off the platform you were on, âand I just took a bath this morning.â
âWould you classify that as a bath?â Astarion called down to you, mischief in his eyes.
You smiled, but could already feel yourself starting to lose steam, even though the battle had just started. Still, you pressed on and cast another Shatter, scattering your enemies further and buying you some time to catch your breath. âAnd what would you classify it as?â
âI can think of many things, but weâre in such polite company, I shanât say.â He shot a flaming arrow down onto the beach and hit multiple dwarves at once in the explosion.Â
âI donât like whateverâs happening here,â the dwarf with the Absolute amulet said. âBut Iâll make you pay for siding with those mushroom abominations.â The dwarf raised his hands and uttered a spell you didn't recognize, but a cacophony of noise from below caught your attention. The lapse in focus cost you, as one of the dwarves youâd been fending off pushed you off the platform.
You heard your companions yell your name as you landed hard in the sand below. It took you a second to regain your bearings before you realized what the sound had been. Fallen Duergar were now rising, life not returning to their eyes, but risen all the same.
Animate Dead.Â
Youâd heard of this spell; had seen it in action with Mayrinaâs husband, Connor. But you had yet to see it used in battle.Â
Now you were surrounded by undead dwarves, hell bent on tearing you apart.Â
âHi,â was all you could manage through the spinning of your head. You blinked a few times before blocking the heavy strike of an axe with your slim rapier. When it was clear that the axe was going to prevail, you rolled out of the way and the axe connected with the sand that had been beneath your head.Â
âAre you alright?â Shadowheart called after hitting you with a Healing Word.Â
You squared your shoulders and entered into a fighting stance. âBetter now, thanks!â While it was true, you were still exhausted and could feel your magic actively getting weaker. Youâd have to remind yourself to get a sturdier sword after this battle. You heard a clang as Shadowheartâs Spiritual Weapon was destroyed by a few zombies that now turned their attention on you.
âHardly the place, darling,â Astarion called, downing one of the zombies in front of you with an arrow of ice. âDying down here? Embarrassing.â
âStop talking and help her kill the bloody things!â Gale yelled, still slinging spells and arrows at the dwarves from up on the platforms.Â
The undead kept rushing at you, and you were able to keep them at bay with brandishes of your rapier and weaker casts of Thunderwave, but it was getting harder and harder to fight back. Meanwhile, living dwarves had made it to the other platforms and started climbing up to your companions. Astarionâs help began to dwindle as his attention was split between you and the dwarves he had to face head on with his daggers. You could hear less and less of Galeâs magic as he opted fully for his crossbow, especially now with dwarves attempting to climb up to him. Shadowheart was facing the same obstacles, instead swinging her morningstar and shoving her shield to throw dwarves from the platform.Â
âGuys,â you said, not as loudly as you would have hoped. There was too much going on. Even if you did manage to raise your voice, it would be hard to hear you over the sounds of fire arrows and spells.Â
âGuys,â you tried again but to no avail. You cast a small Cure Wounds on yourself, but instantly regretted it. You could have saved that spell for an offensive attack, and now you felt yourself completely depleted of magic, despite trying your best to use it sparingly. Which was difficult when you were surrounded by enemies and your companions were occupied with their own battles. You were just one person. This was too much.
The undead dwarves still standing were backing you up against a cluster of boulders in the center of the beach.Â
This was okay. You were fine! Youâd been in tough spots before and you and your team had always come out on top. You could do this. Undead dwarves? Pah! What kind of lethal damage could someone with dead muscle inflict, right? Sure, Astarion was undead and he was a vicious killer, but that was Astarion, and these dwarves had just been resurrected. They were just getting their sea legs! LifeâŠ. legs? It didnât matter. They probably couldnât even think for themselves. You could handle this.
With a boost of confidence from your mental pep talk, you surged forward, away from the center of the beach, and stabbed a zombie through the chest. The visceral sound of metal entering flesh was loud and oddly satisfying.
âAh ha!â you shouted as the zombie slumped to the ground.Â
But the stab had been louder than your slim blade should have been able to muster. You pulled the blade out of the slumped zombie to inspect, but upon looking down, you saw silver glinting with red through your midsection.Â
Another zombie had come up behind you and cleaved you with his axe. The head of it peaked out through your stomach.
You heard your name roared from somewhere up above.
The metallic taste of your own blood rushed into your mouth as your vision started to blur. You fell to your knees.
âGuys,â you said one more time.
Then everything went black.
~~~~~
In another life, Astarion would have made a decent barbarian.Â
Despite Karlachâs cheerful demeanor, for the most part, barbarians were known to be violent, brutal, and cruel. All things that Astarion could easily tap into if the situation called for it.
And right now, he was entering a rage.
Red.Â
That was all he saw.Â
Red, and the corpses of the dwarves who dared cross his path on his way down to you.
He hadnât witnessed it.
Had been too caught up in his own hacking and slashing to see the moment when the axe had made its way through your torso. But he had smelled it. Instantly, he had recognized the sweet notes of your blood entering the air. Thatâs when heâd looked down and saw the state of you. Heâd screamed your name, far louder than any of the magic and explosions that were still triggering in the fight.Â
Shadowheart and Galeâs heads snapped down to look at you, terror in their eyes. And yet they still had to fight. The zombies surrounding your unconscious form began to move away from you and up towards them instead.Â
Astarion downed dwarves left and right, going overboard in his violence on the warpath to get you into his arms.Â
âShadowheart!â he yelled, as if she wasnât already aware of the situation.
âI know!â she shouted back. âI can try a Healing Word but my magicâs nearly spent!â
âDo it! NOW!â Astarion bellowed as he sliced through the abdomen of a dwarf preparing to fire a spell. He heard a chant of âte curo,â followed by the aqua magic that usually came with a healing spell, but you remained motionless in the sand.Â
âThe wound is too deep and my magic isnât strong enough!â Shadowheart slung her morning star into the head of a Duergar that had successfully climbed up to her platform.Â
Gale looked over to Shadowheart and the two shared a brief, silent conversation before Gale nodded and Misty Stepped down to you.
âDonât you touch her, wizard!â Astarion yelled as he fought his way through what once must have been a house of some kind. âUnless you can bring her back up!â His daggers stabbed through the Duergar with the Absolute amulet; the one whoâd raised those dead in the first place. Astarion made sure his death was extra painful with each twist of his knives.
âBe reasonable, Astarion!â Gale yelled back and shot an arrow at one of the zombies still slinking across the beach. He bent and attempted to get you to swallow some healing potion. Youâd already lost a lot of blood.
âSheâd DYING!â Astarion bellowed before jumping down, out of the house, and down onto the beach. He made a sound of pain as he landed, but stumbled as quickly as he could over to you on his hands and knees.Â
Before he reached you, however, he spotted an unarmed zombie halfway up a ladder. That must have been the vile creature whose blade was still lodged in you. He made a beeline for the abomination and pulled it down with enough force to rip the rope that made up the ladder it was climbing. His blades were entering the zombie repeatedly before he even realized heâd pinned it to the ground. It stopped moving fairly soon after its first stab wound, but Astarion wouldnât let up.
âItâs dead, Astarion!â Gale said, trying to bring him back to reality. âTruly dead!â
Astarion finally stopped and breathed heavily. He abandoned the corpse and made his way over to you, sinking to his knees.
âYouâre okay,â he cooed. âHelp is here.â He gently pulled you into his lap, careful not to touch the axe head. âIâve got you.â
âSheâs still alive,â Gale confirmed. âI gave her some healing potion and checked her pulse.â
Astarion wasnât listening. He rocked back and forth, wiping matted hair out of your face. âDarling,â he said quietly, âyouâre too pretty to die. And look at all the precious blood youâve wasted.â You shifted a little and he paused.Â
Your eyes opened briefly. When you realized it was Astarion looking down at you, you smiled.Â
âHi,â you said weakly.
Astarion laughed, but it was a choked, mangled thing. âHello, my love.â
âThat hurt,â you said, smiling blearily until your eyes closed again. He brought his forehead lightly to yours.
Gale touched his shoulder. âTake her to Halsin. Heâll be able to help more than any of us at the moment.â
Astarion wanted to argue, but knew that Gale was probably right. Annoying bastard.Â
âHelp me, would you?â He made to stand up and Gale moved to help guide you gently into Astrionâs arms as he stood. The axe rested uncomfortably between the two of you, but Astarion knew better than to try and pull it out without the proper healing implements nearby to stop the bleeding.Â
âWeâll be fine here,â Gale said, shooting another arrow at a dwarf on his way to Shadowheart. âYou cleared most of the sorry mongrels just now, anyway.â
âI donât recall asking,â Astarion snapped, readjusting how he was holding you.Â
âOnly trying to help,â Gale said sharply. âNone of us want to see her suffer.â
Astarion sighed. âI know,â he admitted.
Gale placed a hand on his shoulder again. âProprae,â he said, and warm magic surrounded Astarion. âLongstrider,â Gale explained. âItâll get you to Halsin faster. Now go.â
Astarion nodded and took off back towards the Myconid colony.
âYou just had to play hero, didnât you?â He didnât look down at you as he sidestepped purple crystals and wayward wooden planks. âCouldnât stay back for once and let someone else handle it.â
You coughed a little and peered up at him. âI do it for the glory,â you wheezed with a joking smile.
Astarionâs eyes flicked to you for a second. âThere are better ways to get attention, darling.â He smiled despite himself. âNow stop talking, please. Save that strength.â
Rather than argue further, you closed your eyes again and nuzzled your face into his neck. You were so tired. And cold. Numbness had overtaken your body except for a dull ache in your midsection. You didnât even realize when you slipped away again.
Astarion felt you go slightly more limp and swore, dodging exploding mushrooms and trying to remember the way back to the Myconids.Â
âDonât you dare leave me,â he growled. âNot now. Not you.â He refused to shed a tear. Youâd be okay, and then heâd have words with you about your pesky bleeding heart.Â
Speaking of bleeding, he didnât like how easily he could smell your blood. Usually heâd be thrilled to be surrounded by such an intoxicating aroma, but right now it was making him sick to his stomach.Â
âDo you know how selfish you are?â he asked, knowing you wouldnât respond. âWasting all this blood. Some of us need a proper meal.â
He hated your silence. Hated that you werenât strong enough to tell him he could feed from you if he wanted because of course you would. Or maybe youâd come up with some sort of jab about him being selfish for thinking about food at a time like this. He missed your voice.
âHow dare you scare me like this, you stubborn clod.âÂ
In the distance, he saw the glowing mushrooms of the colony. He ducked his head and willed himself to run even faster.Â
âWhere are they?!â Astarion shouted to a mushroom sentry at the entrance. The Myconid remained stoic, but flashed a somber song through Astarionâs mind. âNot helpful!â he shouted as he ran up the steps.
There! That halfling woman whoâd asked you all to find her bumbling husband.
âYou!â he yelled, his eyes wild. âThe group I was traveling with! Where did they go?!â
The halfling woman fumbled for words, shocked at the bloody sight of you before her.
âTell me!â he exclaimed.
âI believe they found a clearing not far off. The druid came by earlier to swap herbs.â
Astarion didnât respond before booking it again, the Myconids singing a mournful ballad to him as he passed them.Â
âHALSIN!â he screamed when he left through the other entrance of the colony. âWYLL! KARLACH! LAEâZEL! YOU BLASTED WHELPS, WHERE ARE YOU?!â He kept running, following along a path of glowing mushrooms.
âAstarion?â It was Wyll.
âWHERE ARE YOU?!â Astarion repeated, recalibrating to run towards the sound of his voice.
âOVER HERE!â Karlach shouted, and Astarion saw Scratch appear from around a corner a short distance away, followed closely by Karlach. Wyll and Laeâzel caught up behind them.
âDear gods,â Wyll murmured before running into camp and creating a space for you.Â
âIâll get Halsin!â Karlach turned and ran.
âKaincha,â Laeâzel breathed as Astarion passed her.
âLay her here,â Wyll said, having prepped a bedroll next to the fire.
âLike hells is she going on the bloody ground,â Astarion hissed, looking around for something more comfortable. âGrab my pillows,â he nodded from Wyll to the ox cart.Â
Wyll nodded and ran to the cart before coming back and beginning to fashion a makeshift mattress.Â
Laeâzel looked around for Gale and Shadowheart. âWhere are the others?â
âDamned Duergars. Theyâre in a rotting village by the lake southwest of here.â
âI shall avenge our fallen,â she nodded before running to her tent, grabbing her greatsword and taking off in the direction Astarion had come in from.Â
âSheâs not dead yet,â Astarion muttered as Halsin and Karlach entered the space frantically. âThere you are!â He addressed Halsin icily. He had yet to put you down.Â
Halsin ignored Astarion in favor of approaching you and assessing the damage. He held multiple bowls and jars of unknown substances, and his face gave nothing away. âBring her this way,â he said, motioning for Astarion to follow him. Halsin led him to a giant mushroom cap. âLay her down here.â He set down the materials he was holding nearby.
âOn a damn mushroom? You must be joking.â Astarion held you tighter.
âAstarion,â Halsin said gently, âIâm going to help her. You have to trust me.â
Astarion narrowed his eyes and reassessed the mushroom. It did look soft, and big enough for your whole body to spread out on. He looked at Halsin again who remained calm and collected. Astarion nodded.
Halsin nodded back and helped him untangle you from his arms. âWeâre going to lay her on her side,â he instructed, and Astarion did his best to roll you gently onto the mushroom cap.Â
âHow can we help?â Wyll asked, making Astarion jump. Heâd forgotten about anyone outside of his current line of sight.Â
âFetch my pack, if you would, Wyll,â Halsin said.Â
Wyll nodded and ran towards Halsinâs tent on the other side of camp.Â
âAnd me?â Karlach asked.Â
âCan you heat up some water?â
âYou got it,â she said before rushing to grab a bucket.
Halsin held out his hand, golden magic emitting from his palm. He closed his eyes and hovered his hand up and down your body.
âWell?â Astarion asked impatiently.Â
Halsin opened his eyes and Astarion caught a flash of panic in them.
No.
âWe need to get this axe out as soon as possible,â Halsin explained. âSheâs going to lose more blood, but you were right to leave it in on the battlefield.â
It was then that Wyll came back, lugging Halsinâs backpack, along with other supplies he deemed might be useful.
âSo get it out and heal her!â Astarion exclaimed.
âIâll do my best, Astarion, but youâll have to be patient.âÂ
âWhereâs Withers?â Astarion looked around but caught no glimpse of the skeleton.
âHe said heâd find us once weâre settled,â Wyll reminded him kindly.Â
âIf we lose her and he canât bring her back, Iâm ending him.â Astarion knew how unlikely it was that heâd be able to kill someone who brought people back from the dead for a living (why Withers needed a living in the first place was still a mystery), but he needed someone to threaten. He was terrified.Â
âAstarion,â Halsin said, âIâll need you to help me remove her clothes. Wyll, can you prepare some bandages?â
Wyll nodded and began to gather materials from Halsinâs bag.Â
Astarion hesitated before unsheathing his daggers to help cut the leather armor off of your body. Halsin helped maneuver your limbs out of it until you were left in what once was a white shirt, now a deep red around your midsection.
âHer shirt as well,â Halsin said. âYour skill with a knife is far more refined than mine.â
Astarion frowned, knowing youâd probably hate being shirtless in front of everyone, but shook off the thought in favor of helping Halsin heal you. He quickly and carefully cut your shirt away from your body, depositing it on another mushroom nearby, and leaving you in nothing but your undergarments. The gash in your back was brutal, and rather than stare at it, Astarion took your hand. It was growing cold, but he could sense your blood still pumping beneath your skin.Â
âSheâs so weak,â he murmured.Â
âSheâs a fighter,â Halsin put a hand on Astarionâs shoulder before moving to mix some sort of elixir he had in one of the bowls heâd brought over. âMy magic isnât strong enough to heal her all by itself, not completely, but Oak Father willing, sheâll make it through this.â
âShe better,â Astarion growled, still holding your hand, squeezing it harder than he knew he should.Â
Halsin smiled faintly, then moved around to your head. He tipped your head back and made you swallow the contents of the bowl heâd just been mixing.
âAnd what-â
âThat should keep her from waking up right away.â Halsin came back to stand behind you and examined the state of the axe.
âSo, she wonât feel any pain?â Astarion asked.
âShe shouldnât.â
âOkay,â was all Astarion could manage to say, hoping that was enough to convey his gratitude to the druid.
Halsin nodded and motioned for Astarion to hold you in place. âWyll, can you help with this?â
âOf course,â Wyll moved around the mushroom to hold you from the other side.Â
âIâm going to remove the axe,â Halsin said. âSheâs going to bleed more, but I should be able to stop it with what Iâve brought with me.â
âEnough talking,â Astarion held you tight. âGet to the healing part already!â
Halsin frowned, but nodded. âSteady now,â he said, placing his hands on the wooden handle of the axe. âReady?â
âYes!â Astarion snapped.
Halsin let out a calming breath before pulling on the axe. Everyone held their breath to make sure you didnât cry out in pain. When you didnât, Halsin continued, taking the blade out in one smooth motion.Â
As heâd said, you began bleeding more profusely and Astarion let out a pathetic whining sound. Halsin immediately held out his hands, aqua healing magic surrounding you from both sides. Astarion couldnât look away as your skin knit itself back together, a clear scar forming in its wake.
The aqua magic faded and Halsin instantly dipped his hand in some sort of salve and began rubbing it along your back.Â
âWyll,â Halsin said, handing him a bowl with an identical salve. âPlease cover the wound on her stomach with this.â
âIâll do it,â Astarion said, moving around the mushroom to your front. Wyll handed him the salve and he went to work spreading a generous amount along your stomach.Â
âSorry,â said Karlach, running up with a steaming bucket of water. âI was looking for where we packed all our towels.â She held up a few. âI found them.âÂ
âThank you, Karlach,â Halsin said. âWe can start cleaning the area around her wounds.â
Karlach bounced on her feet. âUm⊠Iâll incinerate her if I try to help with that.â
âI know what you can do,â Astarion said flatly, focusing deeply on globbing enough salve onto your stomach. He lifted his head and nodded towards the axe on the ground behind Halsin. âYou can destroy that wretched blade.â
Karlach smiled and cracked her knuckles. âIâll make it wish it was never fucking born.â
âBlades arenât born, Karlach,â Wyll said, wiping blood away from your skin with the warm water she provided.
âAnd yet, this one will die a fiery death,â she smirked, flaring her flames menacingly. She took off, presumably to be as hot as she pleased without endangering others.
âCan one of you help me sit her upright?â Halsin addressed the two men still tending to you.
âSure,â Astarion said, noticeably calmer now that you werenât actively bleeding. âHow are her, um⊠her innards?â
Halsin smiled. âIf youâre referring to internal bleeding, the potion I gave her and the spell I cast should be enough to have stopped it. But sheâs still very fragile. Iâd imagine it will take her some time to fully recover.â He once again held out his hand and cast a golden spell from his palm like he had earlier. âYes, the internal bleeding has stopped. Though Iâd suggest not giving into any carnal desires until sheâs completely healed.â
âCarnal- I donât want to have sex with her like this!â Astarion looked offended. âWho do you take me for?â
Halsin chuckled. âI didnât think you would, but it still needed to be said.â
âOf all the-â Astarion narrowed his eyes but didnât finish the thought. âYou needed help getting her upright?âÂ
âYes, sheâll need to be bandaged up. Itâs possible sheâll bleed again depending on her movements in her sleep and various other factors, but sheâll also need to keep reapplying fresh salves to prevent infection and minimize scarring.â
Astarion nodded as Wyll finished washing away most of the blood on your back.Â
âLetâs lie her on her back first,â Halsin said.Â
Astarion and Wyll helped to gently roll you onto your back, and Halsin helped sit you up straight. Astarion came up quickly to place a gentle hand on your chest and another on your back to keep you upright as Halsin began to wrap bandages around your torso.Â
Though your head was tipped forward in your unconscious state, Astarion whispered encouragements in your ear that Halsin and Wyll politely pretended not to hear.
âYouâre going to be okay, my love. Soon Iâll get to look into your pretty eyes again and hear your lovely voice. Everything is going to be okay.â
~~~~~
Everything is going to be okay.
How could that be true when you were drowning?
Surrounded by inky blackness. Floating through nothingness.
Your limbs were heavy. And more than anything, you were tired. So, so tired.Â
Youâd messed up. Youâd allowed yourself to fight, even though you knew you werenât at your best, just because you didnât want your friends to be upset. Right? They had been people you cared about? And now the last thing you remembered was being curled into someoneâs side as they ran, presumably, to find help.Â
Idiot.
You were an idiot.Â
The person had looked so scared.Â
This was all your fault. You hated being the one to cause a problem. You had to be good. You had to do everything right so no one would have to worry about you.
The person whoâd held you so close and protectively shouldnât have to worry about you.Â
Whoever they were.Â
You vaguely remembered saying something to them, but you couldnât recall what it was or why youâd said it. You faintly remember making them snicker, at least.
Youâre doing so well, darling. Hang in there.
It didnât feel like you were doing so well. And yet the words filled you with comfort. Somewhere, a thousand miles away, you felt someone squeezing your hand.Â
Weâre going to move you now, but weâll be gentle.
That was very kind of them. You were having trouble moving through this darkness.Â
Easy, now.Â
Was it possible to swim towards the voice? It sounded like it might be within reach, even though mere moments ago it had seemed incredibly distant and far-off.
Youâll be much more comfortable here, my love.
Though your head was filled with fog, something in your gut told you to go to the voice. You knew it was familiar, but you couldnât make the connection. With all the strength you could muster, you kicked your legs as hard as you could and pulled yourself along with your arms.Â
Donât worry, my sweet, Iâm not going anywhere.
Thank you, you wanted to say, but you couldnât quite grasp the words.
Try as you might to swim towards the voice, it remained just out of reach, a wall of pain shooting through your abdomen whenever you got too close.Â
Iâm here, you tried to tell the voice. I canât reach you.
Sleep now.
It hurts.
Iâll be here when youâre ready.Â
Please.
~~~~~
Your sleep was fitful. It had taken about an hour before youâd started thrashing unconsciously and moaning in pain.
âSomethingâs wrong,â Astarion called, emerging from your tent.Â
He and the others had moved you onto the makeshift mattress Wyll had created, and built your tent around you, next to Astarionâs. Or what would be Astarionâs; he had yet to set up his space, having spent all his time at camp so far by your side.Â
Shadowheart, Gale, and Laeâzel had arrived at camp about half an hour after Astarion had rushed in with your unconscious form, all three covered in generous amounts of blood and gore. They had immediately asked after the state of you and were pleased to see you bandaged and sleeping soundly.
Now, however, that wasnât the case.
Halsin and Shadowheart were quick to check on you.Â
Shadowheart felt your forehead and frowned. âSheâs burning up.â
âLikely fighting a possible infection,â Halsin hypothesized.
âWell, can anything be done?!â Astarion asked, taking his place next to you again and holding your hand in both of his.Â
Halsin watched him carefully. âActually, your cooling touch may bring her some comfort, Astarion.â He looked to Shadowheart, who nodded slowly.
âShe needs to cool down. Iâll fetch some cold water, but Halsin is correct. You may be exactly what she needs. But donât let that go to your head.â
âOf course Iâm exactly what she needs,â Astarion puffed his chest, âbut itâs nice to hear that thatâs true in more ways than one.â
Shadowheart rolled her eyes before leaving and muttering, âWhy do I even bother?â
Astarion looked to Halsin. âSheâll be okay?â
Halsin smiled softly. âSheâll need water and nutrients to help fight the fever, but with you by her side, I presume sheâll be better in no time.â
âRight then, get out of here,â Astarion said, waving him away and looking slightly embarrassed.Â
Halsin chuckled. âIâll prepare some food for her.â
âYes, go bother someone else with your sappiness.â
Halsin paused in the entrance of your tent. âBeing vulnerable is not a weakness, Astarion. Itâs quite clear how much you love her, and thatâs incredibly-.â
âYou need to leave,â Astarion snapped and dropped your hand, physically shooing a laughing Halsin out of your tent. âBe useful, why donât you?â he called after him coolly as Halsin made his way over to where Gale was preparing tonightâs meal. The vampire closed the flaps of your tent firmly.
Love?
He shook his head. He was worried about you, yes, but that was because he⊠cared about you. More than he cared about anyone else at this freakish camp. And that was⊠fine. It was fine that he cared about you because you cared about him, too. And that was important because caring meant safety and protection.
Which is why heâd been so panicked about finding help for you! Obviously! If you werenât around to protect him, who would? Not Gale, thatâs for sure. No, Astarion was looking out for you for purely selfish reasons.
Right?
You made a tiny sound of discomfort and he was by your side instantly, holding his hand to your forehead, and then pressing both of his palms to your cheeks. He felt your body sag and watched the features of your face relax a little.
âThere, now,â he cooed. âDoesnât that feel better?â
He paused and narrowed his eyes in thought.Â
That was troubling.
He refused to think any deeper on the subject. Instead, he undid all the straps and clasps of his armor, trying to be as quiet as possible as he removed it all, then placed it outside so it wouldnât take up any of your space. Next, he rearranged some extra pillows that Wyll had brought by your tent to make a space where he could lie next to you. Once heâd done that, he removed his undershirt and laid next to you properly.
âCome here, my darling,â he said quietly, snuggling himself into your side. His body jolted reflexively at how hot your torso was, but quickly moved back into position and wrapped his arms around you as gently as he could. Your face scrunched in discomfort for a moment before settling into something akin to peace.
Astarion watched your chest rise and fall quietly, and let out a silent sigh of relief. One of his hands absently fiddled with the ends of your hair. Youâd need a bath at some point. So would he, for that matter. You were both still covered in gore and filth, and some strands of your hair were bound together by enemy blood. Astarion didnât much feel like licking it off of you or tasting their blood in any capacity, unless he could watch the life drain from their eyes as he drank them dry. But heâd hate every minute of it. He found your taste to be his favorite.
His favorite.
So, you were his favorite. Who cared! He knew it! Everyone at camp knew it! It didnât need to be any deeper than that.
He exhaled through his nose. Being vulnerable was a weakness. Any of his siblings would tell you that. Show one shred of fragility towards anything and it would be torn away from you and exploited in any number of violent and cruel ways. He couldnât let that happen to you.
âCan I come in?â Shadowheartâs voice was quiet, but loud enough to shake Astarion from his thoughts.
âYes,â he answered.
She pulled back the flaps of the tent and paused, taking in the scene before her.
âI hope Iâm not interrupting,â she said slowly, entering the tent with a bucket of water and a few clean cloths.Â
âNot at all, Iâm simply taking advantage of this furnace,â Astarion gestured up and down your body. âThe Underdark gets so chilly at night. Who knew?â
âUh huh,â Shadowheart nodded and felt your forehead before dipping a cloth into the water, wringing it out and placing it there. âYou know,â she began, âand I hate saying this-â
âDo go on, then.â
âUgh. I really hate saying this, but⊠sheâs lucky to have you.â
âShadowheart!â Astarion sounded quietly flabbergasted. âDo you mean it? Truly?â He was being overly dramatic and held a hand to his chest.Â
Shadowheart avoided his gaze and dipped another cloth in the water. âI just meanâŠâ She sighed. âI just mean, you make her happy, in your own annoying way. Even before you both started-â
âHolding hands?â Astarion batted his eyelashes.
Shadowheart rolled her eyes, but continued. âI donât need to tell you how lucky you are to have her because I think you know that, but⊠You make her laugh. You encourage her to fight better, you steal lutes for her⊠And⊠you get her to be selfish. Which, while I donât agree with all of your selfish suggestions, does cause her to think of herself every once in a while. Something thatâs quite hard for her, as she so competently displayed for us today when she didnât tell us how tired she truly was.âÂ
âShe was a lost cause before I showed up.â
âBe serious for a moment, would you?â Shadowheart placed another cloth along your neck. âThatâs something you both need to work on; being serious.â She held his gaze. âWe almost lost her out there today. And I donât think youâve thought about what that would mean for you.â
âOf course I have,â Astarion snapped.Â
Shadowheart raised her eyebrows. âOur Lady of Loss teaches that-â
âOh, donât start with that,â Astarion said sharply. âSheâs fine now. Or she will be, assuming you and the druid are correct in your assessment of her condition.â
âPain is a part of life, Astarion.â
âDonât say that to me,â he snapped. âYou know nothing of my pain.â
Shadowheart dabbed another cold cloth across your arm that wasnât currently cradled into Astarionâs torso. âI know that. I didnât mean it like that.â
âThen what did you mean?â He was aware that he was mildly flashing his fangs in warning.
She dabbed some cold water over your shoulders. âDonât be afraid. That's all I mean.â
âAnd what the hells is that supposed to mean?â Astarion narrowed his eyes. âAfraid of what?â
âYou care for her.âÂ
âSo what?âÂ
âYouâre aware of that?â
Astarion trilled his lips in disbelief. âOf course Iâm aware of that.â
âOkay,â she turned her attention to wringing a cloth of excess water.
If his arms werenât currently wrapped around you, Astarion would have pinched the bridge of his nose. âShadowheart, if youâre trying to tell me something, just tell me.â
âYouâre allowed to love her.â
Astarion felt himself recoil away from Shadowheart, but he still held onto you.Â
Shadowheart nodded calmly, searching his eyes. âWe all see it. You havenât known each other for long, but sheâs changing you.â
Astarion gave her a sour expression but didnât say anything to argue.
âSheâs not what you expected, is she?â
âShe-â he hesitated. âSheâs not.â He looked at your slumbering face fondly.Â
âI donât think sheâs what any of us expected.â
Astarion nodded, quiet for a few moments. He was too tired to pretend he was uninterested. âItâs a wonder we all found her,â he brushed a stray hair from your face. âOr, rather, clung to her. And in some cases, attacked her. Or threatened to.â
âIt is,â she laughed softly.Â
âPoor girl.â
Shadowheart smiled. âShe saved me, up on the Nautiloid. She and Laeâzel broke me out of my pod. Though it was mostly her. Actually, it was all her.â
âThatâs typical.â
Shadowheart laughed. âVery typical.â She shifted to face Astarion more directly. âWe donât know each other very well.â
âNo.â
âAnd probably never will.â
âFingers crossed.â
âBut I know that youâre not the same person who held a knife to her throat a few weeks ago.â
âI wouldnât say that.â
âWell, I would.â Shadowheart gave him a piercing look. âA few weeks ago, you would have been fine letting her bleed out on that battlefield. You possibly would have laughed at the brutality of it. Or, you would have written it off as a fine dining experience. But the Astarion Iâm looking at right now was ready to burn the entire world before he saw her suffer today.âÂ
Astarionâs grip on you tightened minutely.
Shadowheart sighed. âI donât like letting others get too close to me either. Partly because that is the way of Lady Shar, and partly because Iâm afraid of forgetting. Or remembering. Iâm not sure which is worse, truthfully.â
âWhat does that-â
âIt doesnât matter. My point is, our leader here makes me want to remember. Remember our times together, her kindness⊠And how she makes me feel.âÂ
âCarefulâŠâ Astarion said slowly, narrowing his eyes but smiling slightly.
âShe might be the only person Iâve ever considered to be a true friend. I think. But I know sheâd do anything for any of us. And I want to remember that.â
âOkay, so commit it to memory?â Astarion was confused about all the talk of remembering. Surely Shadowheartâs memory wasnât that bad.
âIâll try,â she chuckled. Then, after a moment of quiet, she inhaled deeply. âAll of this to say, Astarion,â she looked him in the eye again, âheartbreak is also a part of life. And while weâre lucky sheâs still with us, you shouldnât be afraid to love her. I think you want to live.â
~~~~~
Darkness.
All consuming and quiet.
But at least the pain had stopped.Â
It was rather lonely here. Nothing to do and no one to talk to. Whenever you tried to move, the blackness that surrounded you gave little away as to whether you were actually moving or not. Thereâd been waves of extreme heat, bitter cold, and heavy nausea, and while none of that was particularly thrilling, it was nice to know that you could still feel something in this liminal space of sensory deprivation.
The voice would occasionally interrupt the profound silence to address you.
Come on, my sweet, eat just a little more. I know you can.
What are you dreaming about in there?
Are you going to wake up anytime soon, darling?
You didnât know. No matter what you tried, it didnât seem likely that you were close to leaving this place. And just when it felt like you were finally getting somewhere, the pain would overtake you again and stop you in your tracks.Â
It was exhausting.
You felt someone squeeze your hand distantly.
Brought a book.Â
Your head instinctively turned towards the voice.
Thought I might read to you. Since youâre doing an abhorrent job of entertaining me.
Something about the tone made you want to argue. You try⊠whatever this is! you wanted to say.
Thought this one might be fun. âThe Curse of the Vampyre.â Maybe weâll learn something.
Vampire⊠why did that word send your heart racing?
âHarken close and beware the Vampyr.â Off to a good start. âBeware its cold beauty.â True. âBeware its charm.â True. âBeware its curse.â âŠâŠâŠTrue. Â
Again, you had the overwhelming sensation that you knew this voice. The sense of comfort that washed over you felt all too familiar.
âHow doth one protect from the beast?â When was this written? A pause, as if the voice were investigating. Iâve decided I donât care. The voice cleared its throat. âWalk not in the blackest night, for the Vampyr loves these nights more than any other.â I was rather enjoying my time in the sun, actually. âIf you must walk, do so by the light of our moon and take care.â What kind of advice is that? The moon? The moon and I get on just fine. That wouldnât protect you, darling. âCarry the blessings and marks of your God at all times.â The voice snorted. Yes, because the Gods have cared so much about stopping my acts of debauchery in the past.
Something in the voiceâs airy tone lifted an aching weight from your chest. Yes, you knew this person. You were sure of that. You could listen to them all day. Mindlessly, you drifted closer to where the voice was strongest.
âBut remember, your home is your fortress, if protected well.â Hmm. âIf you hear a knock in the night, be wary. Let no stranger into your home.â As if we make house calls these days. âIf it be a friend, look upon them. Do you find them pallid and wan?â Rude. âSee you any mark upon their neck?â Collars, darling. Though, Iâve found that most people donât pay close enough attention anyway. Especially when youâre distracting them with- Well, you know. The voice exhaled loudly. âSee you any dirt upon their clothes?â Yuck. âUnless their need is great, turn all away but the most trusted.â You trust me, donât you, my dear?
Yes, you tried to say. Of course I trust you.Â
The voice was growing louder. More clear.
Of course you do, the voice said, though you were sure it hadnât heard you. Stupid. âAnd if the Beast finds a way into your home, flee.â Iâd say thatâs good advice, but unfortunately for you, you canât really flee right now. And I donât plan on leaving.
Good. You exhaled, frustrated that you couldnât speak.Â
The hand holding yours tightened mildly.Â
Iâm here, darling.
I know. Thank you.
It took a moment before the voice started speaking again.
âLease love and family behind.âÂ
You felt an indescribable tension as the voice paused once more. Had this passage just said something important? You replayed the phrase in your head.
Family?
Love?
LoveâŠ
Oh.
The voice was quieter when it spoke again.Â
âYou will not save them if you fight. You will not see them again. But they will see you, pale and smiling, calling them into the night.â
Astarion.Â
Of course it was Astarion. How could it be anyone else?
He was here.Â
With you.Â
Just out of reach.
Well, thatâs a rather ominous passage, isnât it?
Astarion! you tried to say. Iâm here!
Shh shh shh, he tutted. Donât strain yourself.
Something you had said or done had gotten through to him.
Astarion! you tried again.
Nothing. You were met with silence.Â
Fuck it. Fuck the pain, fuck this freakish darkness. You pulled yourself towards his voice.Â
Shall I continue reading, darling?
Yes, keep talking. You winced as a flash of pain pulsed through your middle.
Iâm going to skip ahead. I hope you donât mind.
As long as I can still hear your voice. The pain was becoming more consistent and noticeable.
Ah, this sounds rather interesting: âVampiric Duality.â Ahem. âNow look, the thing is: your basic vampire has two instincts, right? Feed and make little vampires.â Immediately, a vastly different tone. Is this even the same book? The voice paused again, presumably to check the cover. I admit, I do love to feed, but Iâm not sure how much this person knows about vampiric biology. Not that Cazador ever allowed us much research into the subjectâŠ
You felt yourself physically recoil at the mention of Cazadorâs name and heard Astarion chuckle.
No, youâre right, darling, I wonât mention him again. He hummed and mumbled under his breath. Blah blah blah⊠âThe personality of a vampire has as many facets as a schizophrenic diamond?â What? I appreciate the comparison to a diamond, obviously, but a schizophrenic one? What does that even mean?
You would have laughed if you werenât actively fighting to get to him. The pain in your torso was almost unbearable, the closer you got to his voice. Tears pricked your eyes, and every part of you hurt like nothing youâd ever experienced before. When the torment started to become white hot and all consuming, you hit what felt like a physical wall.
Ah! Listen to this part, beautiful: âYet who doesn't adore the darkly romantic complexity of the vampire-â
You did. You adored this vampire. Though you were hurting severely, you reached out and punched against the wall that was blocking you.
Astarion! you all but wailed.
â-the gusto of their love-â
Again, you pounded with all your might, screaming out in agony and rage as the pain physically held you back from reaching out and touching him. You still couldnât see him, but you felt his presence. So, so close.
â-the wildness of their passion!â You heard him let out a delighted laugh.Â
Iâm here! you shouted, using both fists to bang against this wall of pure suffering.Â
Oh, my dear, if you were awake, Iâd shower you with the absolute wildness of my passion. You could practically hear his smirk. Iâd demonstrate the gusto of my⊠well. My-
Gathering all the strength you had left, you wound back and threw your entire body against the wall. You squeezed your eyes tight as an overwhelmingly bright light spilled in and your ears began to ring.
You gasped for air, sitting up quickly, and immediately regretted it.
You heard your name said softly in disbelief and a book slamming shut.
âOwâŠâ you whined, clutching at your abdomen and feeling tears roll down your cheeks.
Before you could register what was happening, you felt cool palms on your cheeks and soft lips kissing all over your face. You blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of the situation.Â
âIâm so mad at you,â Astarion said, still kissing your face, his voice filled with nothing but relief.
âWhat⊠happened?â you asked between hiccups of tears.
âLie back down, precious,â he said, gently helping you back onto what seemed to be a pile of pillows and pulling a blanket over you. âYou scared us, is what you did.â He wiped a few stray tears from your cheeks, but they kept flowing. You couldnât stop.Â
âDid I⊠die?â You turned your head to look around. It looked like you were in your tent, your things strewn about somewhat neatly and similar to how it had been at your camp by the lake. A few candles were lit.Â
âNearly,â Astarion confirmed quietly. He looked exhausted. âAn undead Duergar got you with his battle axe.â
âAh,â you said, at a loss for words. âThatâs not good.â
Astarion stared at you. ââThatâs not good?â Thatâs all you have to say?â He held a hand to your forehead briefly. âYour fever is gone, but itâs possible youâve got brain damage.â
You chuckled, knowing he was kidding, but the action caused a searing pain in your stomach. You let out a pathetic whine, reaching for the hurt area, but Astarion caught your wrist.Â
âCareful, darling. Youâve got a pretty severe wound there.â He released you and pulled back the blanket that was draped over you. Upon looking down, you saw that nearly your entire midsection was covered in bandages. A spot of red spread slowly, disrupting the otherwise pristine white of the cotton.
âIt h-urts,â you sniffled, your voice breaking.Â
Astarionâs eyes were full of sympathy. âLooks like sitting up quickly may have opened the wound again.â
âShould I go get Shadowheart?â you asked without really thinking about it.
Astarion snorted. âIf you think youâre strong enough to fetch the cleric, youâre delusional.â
âOh,â was all you could say in agreement. âShould you go get Shadowheart? Or Halsin, maybe?â
He shook his head, turning away from you to rifle through some supplies that were out of your line of sight. âEveryoneâs asleep, my dear.â He sat back up straight and set out a few items next to you: fresh bandages, healing potions, a salve of some sort, and a small bowl of water. âBesides, Iâm perfectly capable of taking care of you myself.â
You almost laughed. âHow long was I out? What happened to you?â
He rolled his eyes. âYou were out for nearly twelve hours, Iâd say. Itâs a little before dawn, I think. Though thereâs no sun to go off of.â
You nodded, not sure how to feel about this information. Twelve hours was a long time. And yet it felt even longer. Like youâd been out for a lifetime.Â
âAs for what happened to me, well, someone I⊠care about⊠nearly died.â He cleared his throat. âIs it so bizarre that I want her to get better?â
You smiled. âI guess not.â
Astarion returned your smile before hooking his arms under yours and helping you sit up. Someone had stacked two chests on top of each other behind the makeshift mattress to act as a headboard, and he helped you scoot back to sit against it.Â
âCareful, my sweet, the axe entered through your back. Letâs try not to lean and put pressure on it, hmm?â
You nodded, wincing when you moved incorrectly. âWhen did you become such a medical professional?â
He was busy prepping the new bandages. âShadowheart showed me how to change the bandages once or twice while you were out, and Halsin provided the salves and potions.â Astarion got up onto his knees and crawled over to you, helping you scoot forward, away from the headboard. âAnd my sister, Dal. She was a doctor, before Cazador. Sheâd help the rest of us every once in a while. Especially when things got particularly brutal.â
âThatâs much cooler than being a magistrate,â you teased, flinching a little in pain.
âI donât know, magistrates can sentence people to death.â He squeezed your arm.
âNo they canât,â you laughed. Then paused. âCan they?â
Astarion shrugged. âCanât remember, honestly.â He leaned forward to reach for where the bandage was tucked into itself on your front. âIâm going to undo this now, okay? Let me know if I hurt you at all.â
You nodded, holding his gaze.
âOh,â he said before turning to grab a healing potion. He handed it to you. âThis should help.â
You took it and downed it as Astarion began to carefully unwrap the bandages. You could feel the unpleasant sting of something having dried beneath the cloth that was now being tugged at as the bandage was unraveling.Â
Astarion was nothing but complete focus as he reached his arms around you and back towards himself, carefully unwrapping you. You watched him the entire time.Â
âI heard you, you know.â
He looked at you, the corner of his lips quirking up. âHeard me what?â
âWhen you were talking to me while I was sleeping.â
He went a little stiff at your words. âWhat exactly did you hear?â
You raised an eyebrow. âI donât know. I heard you reading just now.â
His shoulders dropped in relief. âHorrid creatures, vampires.â
âThe worst,â you agreed.Â
Astarion pulled away the last of the bandage and you looked down, your eyes widening at the huge gash along the right side of your stomach.Â
âAnd weâre sure I didnât die?â you asked, cautiously poking the area around the wound. The healing potion had stopped the bleeding.
Astarion slapped your hand. âStop that.â
âSorry.â
âNo, youâre still here with us. I would have killed Withers if that werenât the case.â
âYou canât-â
âI know. But he would have gotten an earful at least.â Astarion crawled on his knees back over to the supply area that you previously couldnât see. Now you could see that there were a few buckets of water with towels and cloths of various sizes. He dunked his hands into one of the buckets and lathered his hands with soap.Â
âThorough,â you commented.
âYou already fought off one infection,â he explained. âDonât want to risk another.â He finished washing and drying his hands, then made his way back over to you on his knees, careful not to touch anything on his way.
âI had an infection?â you asked, watching as he dipped a cloth in the small bowl of water next to you.Â
âYes,â he said, âor were fighting one off. Like I said earlier, you had a fever, but itâs gone now.â He brought the cloth up to your stomach. âIâm going to clean the wound now. It might hurt.â
You nodded and he began dabbing your skin lightly. He was right, it stung and pierced whenever he hit a particularly raw area and your body jerked despite attempting to stay still. Tears welled up in your eyes again.
âIâm sorry,â Astarion said, reaching up to wipe a tear away.Â
âIâm the one who got cleaved,â you deflected. âItâs my own fault.â
âWhich reminds me,â his face morphed from apologetic to irritated, âwhy didnât you tell us you were so exhausted? Why didnât you tell me?â
âI-â you squeaked at a particularly sharp pain. âI didnât want you all to worry.â
Astarionâs hand paused and he narrowed his eyes at you. âFine load of good that did, dear.â
âIâm sorry,â you looked away from him. âI didnât know how involved the fight was going to be.â
âIt doesnât matter how involved the fight was or wasnât going to be; if you werenât feeling your best, you should have stayed behind and let one of the others take your place.â He sniffed pompously and added, âWould have given me an excuse to relax, too.â There was a sharpness to his words, but his actions remained careful and kind. You gave him a curious look and he rolled his eyes. âOh, like I would go out and fight when I could laze about at camp for once.â He was suddenly very focused on not looking you in the eye.
You smiled. âYou liiiiike me.â
âIâd have spent the entire time on the other side of camp.â
âLiar.âÂ
âThe point is, darling, you have to listen to yourself and what you need. I do it all the time. For myself, I mean.â
âI know you do,â you chuckled.Â
Astarion set down the wet cloth he was using and got a fresh one, before moving behind you to clean the wound on your back.âWhy do you even care what we think?â
âBecause youâre my friends, and I value your opinions?â
âNo, I mean, why arenât we allowed to be worried about you?â
âOh,â you winced and flinched a bit at the cloth pressing against a tender spot on your back. âI donât know. You all have your own problems to worry about. I shouldnât be one of them.â
Astarion tsked. âI might be new to this whole âcaring about someone elseâ thing, but even I know how absurd that is.â
You tried to stay quiet, focusing on not moving to minimize the pricklings of pain shooting through your back. Yet despite your best effort, you still let out a few weak whimpers of discomfort.
Astarion sighed and moved away from you, back to the caché of supplies at the end of your bed. He came up with a steaming bowl of stew and reached across the bed to hand it to you.
âCareful,â he warned.
âHow?â you asked.
âHalsin made soup. Gale knew a spell to keep it warm. This is the result.â He handed you a spoon. âWe were able to get you to eat some while you were unconscious, but Shadowheart said you should eat properly whenever you woke up. I forgot until just now.â
âThank you,â you said gratefully, shoveling some of the stew into your mouth. It was rich and heavy; full of meat and vegetables. Delicious.
Astarion took his place behind you again and went back to cleaning, but not before sighing dramatically. âPlaying nursemaid is so far beneath me. I canât believe youâre making me do this, you wretch.â
You swallowed some broth then said, âI offered to get Shadowheart.â
âNot a chance,â he growled in your ear, leaning around to kiss your cheek. âBut if I ever have to do this again-â
âYouâll kill me?â
âWithout a second thought, my sweet.â
âMmhm,â you hummed through more food. âI think youâre enjoying this, honestly.â
âSeriously? When I could be out killing something? Or drinking from that gorgeous neck of yours? Or thoroughly ruining you? Nice try.â
âAre you hungry?â you asked, suddenly feeling very guilty for not thinking of him.
âThis is what I mean, darling.â He sounded annoyed.
âWhat?â
âYou are very weak at the moment. You lost quite a bit of blood from this wound, and youâre still offering to feed me.âÂ
âBecause I want to help you! I have something you need and I lo-like you so much.â You caught yourself, but not very smoothly.Â
Astarion raised an eyebrow. âFlattered as I am, I know that drinking from you right now could be fatal. And I think you know that, too.â
You shoveled some more stew into your mouth shamefully.
âThatâs all I mean, pet.â Astarion set down the cloth heâd been using to clean your back and moved around so he could look you in the eye again. âYouâre incredible. You always want to help others, which, while I donât personally understand it, is seen as very admirable to some people. But it gets you into trouble, and I donât think you care that it does.â He took your chin in his hand to make you look at him. âBut I care now. And I donât want this to happen again.â
âI canât help it,â you said quietly.Â
Astarion pouted mildly with genuine sympathy and kissed you chastely. âTry.â He pressed his forehead to yours.
âOkay,â you whispered.
âThatâs my girl,â he smiled. âBesides,â his flamboyant cadence returned to make you laugh, âI already drained some poor beastie dry earlier while Shadowheart was changing your bandages.â
âPoor beastie.â
He kissed you again, more deeply this time. âIt meant nothing to me,â he teased and you laughed. âIt was purely for sustenance.â He nosed along your neck to his favorite feeding spot and kissed you there.
âI may never find forgiveness in my heart for this,â you teased back.
Astarionâs eyes went noticeably soft and a small smile tugged at his lips. His hands came up to your cheeks and he kissed you once more, tugging at your bottom lip with his front teeth. You matched his rhythm, moaning softly, and unconsciously rolling your hips, which made you cry out in pain.
âBad idea,â you groaned, tilting your head away from Astarionâs eager kisses.Â
He chuckled and rested his forehead on your temple. âYou know, Halsin actually warned me not to âgive in to any carnal desiresâ until you were fully healed. I told him I wouldnât.â
âAnd yet you did anyway?â you raised an eyebrow with a smile. âYou selfish prick.â
Astarion tsked. âIâm not the needy one rolling my hips, now am I?â
âYou bit my lip!â
âCall it⊠a vampiric sign of affection. Nothing more than that.â
You blew out an annoyed huff, causing a strand of hair in your face to fly upwards.
âI didnât even draw blood,â Astarion said. âYou should be thanking me.â
âOh, thank you,â you rolled your eyes.
âBut of course.â
âI so badly want to strangle you right now.â
Astarion growled from the back of his throat. âOh, how Iâve missed you,â he said, kissing you again, despite your laughing protests.
âWould you please finish with this?â you asked, pushing him back and gesturing the undressed wound on your stomach.Â
He groaned loudly. âIf I must.â
âI can handle the front,â you said, nodding towards a bowl of salve, but not attempting to lean forward and grab it for fear of accidentally hurting yourself further.
Astarion hesitated in giving you the bowl, but quickly gave in. âFine.â
âIâll be careful,â you said.
He nodded once and took his own bowl of salve to spread on your back.Â
The balm was cool and caused you to jump a little when it first made contact with your skin. Astarion paused his work to make sure you were alright.Â
âIâm okay,â you assured. âJust cold.â
âYou get used to it,â he smirked, globbing more cold substance onto your back.
Delicately, you took your own salve and began to apply a generous amount to your stomach.Â
The two of you remained silent, locked in concentration as you administered the medicine to your wounds. It stung mildly, but the cooling effect it had became comforting soon enough.Â
âSoâŠâ you broke the silence after you were satisfied with your work, âwhat did you do while I was⊠out?âÂ
Astarion exhaled through his nose and didnât answer right away. âOh, nothing special. A little of this, a little of that. My world doesnât revolve around you, you know.â
âSad,â you pouted, âbecause while I was unconscious, all I could hear was your voice.â
âCould you, now?â You could hear the grin in his voice. âI was all you could hear?â
âMmhm,â you confirmed. âWhich means you must have spent a lot of time by my side.â You risked a glance over your shoulder and saw Astarionâs hand hovering just above your back, frozen in place.Â
He cleared his throat and continued to apply the salve. âAnd so what if I did?â
âWell, itâs just that thereâs so much else you could have been doing,â you chuckled. âLike killing, or maiming, or drinking, or stabbing-â
You stopped talking when you felt his forehead press against your bare shoulder. He mumbled something against your skin, but you couldnât make it out.
âWhat was that, my love?â
He sighed heavily and pulled back. âI was scared.â
âYou⊠were scared? You?â
âOf course I was scared!â he exclaimed, looking irritated and confused. âI may already be dead, but itâs not your time yet. I would never wish that on you.â
You werenât sure how to process that.Â
Astarion.
Scared, on your behalf.
You knew he cared about you, that was obvious by now, heâd told you as much, but that was a fairly recent development. In the past, heâd only cared enough to save his own skin. Heâd always watched your back, sure, but there were days where you knew heâd only helped you or another companion because it had been convenient for him in some way. Although, you had to admit, since you two had become⊠whatever you were, heâd seemed to take extra precaution when looking out for you. Both in battle and out.
âAstarion,â you said slowly when he returned from behind you to grab the fresh bandages, âwhat happened when the zombies got me?â
He remained quiet, fiddling with the bandages in his hands.Â
âI carried you here.â
âWhere is âhere,â exactly?â you asked.
He shrugged. âNot too far from those horrid singing mushrooms. They were no help.â
Your eyes went wide, knowing how far the journey from the Myconid colony to the decrepit village was, and how he must have traveled further than that to get here. You shook your head, banishing the thought. âHow did you get to me from your platform?â
Astarion came close and unwound the bandages in his hands again, making sure he had the right amount. âI may or may not have⊠gone into a blind rage, killed some dwarves, yelled at Gale⊠It was no big deal.â
âAnd then you⊠carried me.â
âYes.â
âAll the way here.â
âYes.â
âAnd then?â
âAnd then I helped Halsin with healing you. Why does it matter?â
âYouâŠâ You trailed off and allowed Astarion to start wrapping the bandages around your middle. Your eyes were unfocused on something in the distance and your mind was blank; too overwhelmed with thoughts to think anything at all. You shook your head to bring yourself back into the moment with him.
His voice was quiet. âIâve been powerless far too often in my life. Seeing you go down, and not being able to stop it, it⊠broke something in me.â
You watched him carefully.
âIf I was powerless in that situation, and you⊠If Iâd lost you, I donât know what I would have done.â
âItâs a good thing you didnât lose me then,â you said, attempting to lift the mood while focusing on his hands.
He shook his head and paused with the wrapping. âShadowheart said I was ready to burn the world. I think she was right.â
âIâm touched,â you joked again.
âIâm serious, darling.â He picked up where he left off with the bandages.
âYou were that worried about me? Even though you were also surrounded by enemies?â
âOh, believe me, Iâm not pleased about this turn of events. Normally, in a setting like that, Iâd be mostly worried about myself. But lately I seem to somehow be worried about you more.â He hummed as if he were surprised to hear himself say that aloud.Â
You brought a hand up to gently wrap around his forearm as he continued wrapping you up. He met your eye fondly.
âYou give me something to care for. And thatâs worth the peril.â He smiled at you for a moment, then pulled on the bandages to make sure they were tight enough. âIs this alright?â
Try as you might to not let him see, your eyes welled up with tears. âFine, yes.â
âOh gods, donât lie, youâre crying!â He immediately began to loosen the bandages and you started laughing.
âNo, no, dummy,â you wiped a tear and stopped his hands with your own. âI care about you, too.âÂ
âWeâve established that, darling,â but his eyes went soft. âLet me finish this, you sap,â he gestured to your bandages, still not properly secured, and you released his hands. He once again returned to wrapping the wound and pulled the bandages tighter, but not as tight as before. They were firm enough that they wouldnât fall, and you could still breath easily, despite the mild ache that lingered in your stomach. He tucked the end into the top of the wrapping beneath your chest. âThere now, my sweet. All patched up.â He brushed both hands through your hair before resting them gently on your shoulders.
You smiled at him, but something occurred to you upon hearing the affectionate nickname. âIs there a reason you havenât called me âmy loveâ since I woke up?â
Astarion looked taken aback. âErmâŠâ
You were quick to explain: âItâs my favorite. Thatâs why I call you that, too.â
âYour favoriteâŠâ Astarion stared at you blankly for a second and his hands squeezed your shoulders absently.
You could practically see the cogs in his head turning. You brought a hand to cup his cheek. âIf I did something-â
Astarion shook his head. âNo, darling, you did nothing wrong. Other than almost getting yourself killed, I mean. Itâs just that⊠Iâm in the process of coming to terms with how I feel - about you.â
Oh.
Oh.
Heâd thrown âloveâ and âmy loveâ around so casually, practically the entire time youâd known him. Abruptly stopping their use was incredibly unlikely unless it was deliberate.
Did this mean he was starting to rethink those words? And what it meant to say them to you?
Did that mean he⊠loved you?
Your heart started pounding as a million jumbled thoughts entered your mind. It seemed like Astarion noticed the change in your pulse.
âIf that scares you-â
âNo!â You were grinning widely and tried to hide it behind your free hand. âTake all the time you need, my love.â You hoped calling him by your preferred pet name might convey how you felt, but you didnât want to scare him off. You knew better than anyone how new this was to both of you.
âThank you,â he said, taking your hand and kissing the inside of your wrist. âNow lie down, would you? You need more sleep.â
You handed him your now empty bowl of stew. âBut⊠Iâm not tired.â
Astarion gave you a look as if to say really?
âIâm not! Iâve been sleeping all day!â
âAnd for good reason, might I add.â
The two of you stared at each other, willing the other to give in. Astarion rolled his eyes.
âFine,â he said, annoyed. He reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.
âCarnal desires,â you reminded him in a scolding manner.
âI donât plan on ravishing you right now, dearest,â he said, a bit of bite in his words. âIf youâre not going to sleep, at least lie down with me.â
He moved the medical supplies off of the makeshift bed and blew out a few candles as he awaited your answer.
You nodded, a smile overtaking your features. âIâd like that.â
âIâll be gentle,â he said as he got onto the pile of pillows and placed his knees on either side of your hips. He took your arms and wrapped them around his neck.
âI know,â you said, using him as an anchor to lower yourself onto your back and further into the pillows.
When he was satisfied with your position, Astarion carefully lifted himself from hovering above you and transitioned himself to curl into your side. You stayed on your back so as to not jostle your wound, but turned your head to look at him. He watched you intently, his hands palm-to-palm and resting under his cheek. You ran your hand through his hair.Â
âI couldnât reach you,â you said.
âWhen?â Astarion lifted his head slightly.
âWhen I was sleeping. I could hear you, but I couldnât see you. And it hurt to try and get to you.â
âOh, my darling,â he said, running a hand along your cheek. âIâm here now.â
âI know,â you repeated, warmth overtaking your chest.
âNervous itâll happen again if you sleep?â he asked. When you nodded, he nodded back in understanding. âNightmares are dreadful.â
âAny tips?â
âHmm⊠not really.â
âThanks.â
Astarion laughed softly and reached for your hand. âIâll stay awake with you for as long as you need.â
âYou need your rest, too.â
He clicked his tongue. âIf you think Iâm going out with the others tomorrow, youâre a bigger fool than I thought.â
You exhaled an amused breath and turned your head back up towards the top of your tent to sort through some of your many tangled thoughts.
While it was true that you and Astarion hadnât known each other for very long, it floored you how much of a change you saw in him now versus when youâd first met. Back then, he was cruel, and violent, and prone to laughing at the misfortune of others. Now, he was still all of those things, but there was also this soft side of him that he continued to surprise you with. Heâd actively chosen to stay by your side all day, even though he could have let the others handle your care. He probably would have opted for that option just a few weeks ago. He was also making the choice to stay at camp with you tomorrow, rather than venture out with the rest of your party to be rewarded by the Myconids for your efforts, and possibly spill more blood throughout the Underdark. Knowing how much he loved to spill blood, that was a big deal.Â
Heâd also shown you the most tender affection the first night youâd slept together and every heated encounter since; he was showing he cared in the ways he knew how. He was trying his best (for the most part), and thatâs what mattered to you. Astarion could take all the time he needed to sort out his feelings.
But you knew how you felt.
âSo other than the peril, are you enjoying the Underdark?â
Astarion groaned. âReally?â
âYes.â
He let out a long exhale, the cool air of his breath tickling your neck. âYou know, for all the time I spent lurking in the shadows, Iâve never ventured into the Underdark before.â
âSo youâve told me,â you squeezed his hand.
âHardly a⊠luxurious setting, but it definitely has its upsides for a vampire.âÂ
You nodded, still looking up at the top of your tent.Â
âOr its⊠undersides? Because itâs - you know what I mean.â
You snorted at his feeble attempt at a pun. âBoooo,â you teased and looked over at him.
âIâve been awake for nearly 24 hours, need I remind you.â
âThen trance, idiot.â You poked his nose.
âI said I would stay awake with you.â
âIâll be alright,â you insisted, âthough I appreciate the offer, my love.â
Astarion blinked slowly, his eyes suddenly heavy with sleep. It was as if he were finally allowing himself to relax, now that he was able to hear your voice again. He wore a lopsided grin as his eyes drifted closed.Â
âI really did miss you,â he murmured, his voice soft.
âI missed you, too.â You brought your clasped hands up to your mouth and kissed the back of his hand. âThank you for saving me.â
He didnât properly respond, and instead hummed out a sleepy acknowledgement.Â
âYouâre so heroic.â
âMmm.â
âAnd handsome.â
âMhm.â He inhaled and exhaled deeply.
âThank you for staying by my side.â
This time he didnât respond. He looked entirely peaceful and his lips were parted slightly.
âMaybe I spoke too soon,â you laughed quietly, brushing a loose hair out of his face. âYou should sleep though,â you said more to yourself than to him. âI canât imagine how tired you must be.â
You watched his chest rise and fall with the unnecessary breaths he still took after all these years. You couldnât believe that mere moments ago, heâd admitted that he was beginning to care more for your safety than for his own. Much less that he might even love you.
Astarion made a small sound, like a tiny grunt from the back of his throat that youâd come to learn meant that he was likely out cold. He rarely fell asleep before you did, given how little rest elves needed, which only further showed how exhausted he truly was.
âI love that noise,â you smiled.Â
You turned your head back up to the top of your tent and sighed. âI love how funny you are. And I love how even though youâre incredibly intelligent, youâre the dumbest man Iâve ever met.â You looked back at him. His slumbering expression remained unchanged. âI love your eyes, and your ears, and the annoying way you put your hand on your hip when you think youâve gained the upper hand in something.â You squeezed his hand ever so slightly and watched to make sure his features stayed even. âI love how kind you pretend you arenât and how fiercely you deny it when I bring it up. I love your laugh, and how gently you hold me when you feed, and how you think about me when you could so easily think of yourself instead.âÂ
Again, you brought his hand up to your mouth and kissed his fingers.
âI love you, Astarion.â
You couldnât be sure, but you swore you could see the slightest smile on his face as you felt your eyes flutter closed and you drifted into your own contented sleep.
#astarion#astarion ancunin#baldur's gate 3#bg3#astarion x reader#astarion x you#astarion x female reader#astarion x f!reader#astarion x bard!reader#hurt/comfort#angst with a happy ending#astarion x tav#astarion fanfic#soft astarion#baldur's gate 3 fanfic#bg3 fanfic#my writing#mine#beauty and the bard#worth the peril#tw: blood#tw: violence#tw: gore#apologies if i missed any tags/content warnings#tumblr ate this post the first time i tried making it đ#i fear the first draft of my a/n was better#oh well!#i am SUCH a huge fan of astarion acting on love and not knowing that it's love that he's feeling#he's a big dumb doof and i absolutely adore him#i also don't think it would be true to his character if her said it in this chapter - he's still got some walls up and feelings to sort out
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gotta be one of the funniest genres of barbatos scenes
#thinking about this because i'm just grinding a bunch of lonely devils on og for all the cards of my faves i missed#lemme know if i missed any similar scenes i skipped reading a lot of events and dont have every barbatos memory card quite yet <3#obey me barbatos#obey me shall we date#obey me#barbatos x mc#hes so funny & for what.............. him making the same dejected little face in both of these scenes is so silly 2 me#he really said f everyone except mc and diavolo <3 love that for him <3
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Leighton x Tatum | The Sex Lives of College Girls
#i miss them#leighton x tatum#leighton murray#gracie dzienny#tatum slocg#sex lives of college girls#slocg#tslocg#renee rapp#wlw#wlw love#f/f#lesbian#leightum
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RAHHH I LOVE THEM
#drawn literally the day after film release mb for not uploading ever guys#fanart#art#drawing#across the spiderverse#across the spiderverse fanart#atsv#miles morales#hobie brown#punkflower#hobie x miles#kinda#v undertone#btw I don't actually like that song bar that one verse#like âYEAH f it up miles âŒïžâŒïž (love u btw)â#flowerpunk#last zoom in is kinda dark mb yall#also v much missing the comedy reaction to the âif i fuck youâ cause i ran out of space rip
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#hopefully i worded this right??#anyways i use a nickname - miss kay is the same throughout all of my fandoms and f/os#itâs fun reimagining her for each one!!#self ship#self ship community#self shipping#selfship#f/o community#self insert#selfshipping#f/o#fictional other#romantic f/o#selfshipper#self insert x canon#selfship poll#selfshipping poll
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closer | part twenty one
joel x f!reader. non-apocalypse au.
series masterlist | main masterlist | ao3
chapter summary: it's joel's birthday, and you've got one thing on your mind when you pay him a surprise visit, the first time you've seen each other in weeks. 10.6 k words. chapter warnings: 18+ MDNI, age difference (joel is 42 and reader is 25), soft!dom joel, grinding, unprotected piv, rough sex, dirty talk, praise kink, overstimulation / multiple orgasms, posessive! joel, tinitest of spit kinks (blink and you'll miss it) a/n: thanks for the patience amazing readers, this one feels like it took me ages to get posted, but i'm feeling good about how it turned out! i hope it lives up to what y'all were hoping for joel and reader! heheheh
Birthdays have never been Joelâs favorite, and the older he got, the less he looked forward to waking up another year older. He supposes that most people feel that way as they age, anyways, and tries not to pay it much mind. He wakes up that Friday, his birthday, wishing it was just any other day. But knowing Tommy, heâll have something up his sleeve for today, and he groans internally and externally as he sits up and climbs out of bed. If this is what being forty three feels like - back aching, stiff knees, living without the girl he loves due to his own colossal stubbornness - he doesnât want any part of it.
Grumbling to himself as he gets ready, taking a quick shower and running his hands through his wet hair to try and have some semblance of a good appearance, Joel vows to just try to just get through the day. He doesnât fail to notice the way heâs checked his phone several times while he was getting ready, knowing the reason why is wishful hoping that youâll text him. The only reason he could find to care about his birthday is if it was you recognizing it, he thinks with a growing twinge of sadness in his chest. Messaging you first seems like too much, like heâs asking for you to wish him a happy birthday, and the thought makes Joel instantly cringe, the long standing pit in his stomach falling deeper.
Heâd just try to make it through the day, that was all, that was his motto right now. He found himself saying that more days than not recently, though. How many more days until he just couldnât make it through the day, until this little motto lost all its meaning?
He sighs, deep in thought as he pulls up to work for the day, expecting the worst. If thereâs even one party decoration in sight, Joel swears he just might wring Tommyâs neck. His day goes uneventfully for the most part, much to his surprise. While Tommy chose to spare him on the decorations, he did bring a chocolate sheet cake to their job site for everyone to enjoy, and Joelâs thankful it doesnât have too much frill to it. Tommy just had to have them write on it, making sure to put his age and everything out there for the world to see - Happy 43rd Birthday Joel! He swears the numbers are bigger than anything else on the cake, and he can picture Tommy requesting that exact thing at whatever bakery counter heâd ordered this from.Â
Regardless of his sour mood, the cake tastes so good that Joel finds himself having a second slice, and he claps Tommy on the shoulder, thanking him for going through the trouble at the end of their workday.Â
âNo problem, brother. Know I love ya. You ready to head out to Murrayâs?â Tommy asks, and Joel gives him a curt nod.Â
Tommy had agreed to drive Joel to the bar after dropping the cake and Joelâs truck off - that way he could drink as much as he wanted and Tommy had convinced one of their site managers, Don, into being a designated driver for the night to take Joel home afterwards. Don had grumbled on, saying why couldnât Tommy do it but he knew Tommy Miller was a drinker, and wouldnât want to miss out on celebrating his brothersâ birthday in the only way he knew how - getting belligerently wasted.
Typically, Joel may have indulged just as much as Tommy on a night like this, especially with how much he was additionally hating his birthday this year compared to other years. If youâd told Joel this time last year heâd end up sitting with a broken, hurting heart on his next birthday, he probably would have scoffed at the idea. Joel just simply wasnât feeling up for having more than a few beers tonight, ready to call it an early night and forget this day ever happened.Â
He was already sick of watching the door religiously, a man with one prayer uttered over and over in his head for you to walk through it any minute, glowing and radiant as always, here to cure everything that ailed him right now. As far-fetched as he knew the idea was, it ate away at the back of his mind throughout the entire few hours he spent there while he tried to not be completely horrible company to be around. At least everyone else seemed to be having a good time for his birthday, he thought with a scornful chuckle to himself, shaking his head a little bit.
When he finally convinces Don to take him home, Joel feels relief as his house comes into view. He wants to just change out of his clothes, put on some TV, and binge eat cake until he falls the fuck asleep in front of the screen and can move on from his birthday. Don seems to sense Joelâs increasingly self deprecating mood, and gives him an encouraging squeeze on the shoulder, wishing him another happy birthday and telling him to get some rest.
Joel is focused now, so close to the safe, warm, comfort of his home and his little plan for the rest of his night that he fails to notice you sitting in the shadows on his porch until your voice squeaks out and nearly has him jumping out of his skin.
âHey stranger⊠Happy birthday,â you say, and Joel hears your voice, so sweet and quiet, but can barely register it. You look like youâve walked straight out a dream of his, even in the dark he can see your pretty eyes framed by your delicate eyelashes fluttering as you blink nervously, the way your dress is hugging in all the right places before it falls just around your knees. He feels like his breath is torn right out of his lungs, and heâs frozen right there, keys halfway in the lock, just looking at you. Your name slips quietly out of his lips as a question, almost unintentionally, and you straighten a little more in your seat at hearing it.
âWh-whatâre you doinâ here?â Joel asks, finally finding his voice.
âWaiting for you,â you say candidly, and Joel just blinks for a moment, looking at you.
âHope it wasnât long⊠I was at the bar.â
âI uh, I know,â you tell him, and Joelâs brow crinkles a little in confusion. âTommy told me. Actually, he invited meâŠâ Joel interrupts with an irritated scoff at Tommy, muttering âassholeâ under his breath to his non-present brother.
âIâm sorry I didnât go,â you say, giving him a small, lopsided smile. âI didnât want to interrupt your nice evening with⊠well, me.â
Joelâs mind is spinning now, taking all of this information in. Heâs still reeling from just seeing you after so long, looking just as perfect as always, and now heâs expected to have a conversation with you when he can barely think straight.
When he doesnât respond for a few moments, shifting in place, you glance to the other wicker chair next to you and motion to it. âWant to sit with me?â you ask, giving him a hopeful smile, your eyes shining and slightly wet. Were you close to crying? Joel felt a pull in his chest at the sight of you like this.
ââCourse, sorry,â Joel replies, shaking his head a little bit to bring himself back. âJusâ a little surprised to see ya.â
âSorry, if itâs not a good time, I can go,â you say quickly, sitting impossibly close to the edge of the chair, ready to leave at a momentâs notice if necessary.Â
âNo, no sâalright. Stay, sit back,â Joel says, waving you off and finally taking a seat next to you. You end up scooting back, getting a little more comfortable as you lean back in the chair and look over at Joel, a mixture of expectation and anxiousness written on your face.
âSo⊠itâs your birthday,â you say with a teasing glint in your eyes, and Joel gives you a playful glare.
âWould seem that way, wouldnât it,â Joel replies with an amused huff.
âIâm sorry I didnât come to Murrayâs,â you apologize again, âI didnât want to make it a weird thing, since we havenât⊠yâknow, seen each other in a while.â
âOhâŠâ Joel says, musing for a moment. âYeah, makes sense. But youâre here, now.â Joel feels a smile pull at his lips as he dares to look a little closer at you, seeing the familiar features of yours that he loves so much up closer. Itâs been far too long since he got to gaze at you like this, he thinks to himself.
âI am,â you say, returning his smile. âHad to wish you a happy birthday.â
âCouldâve jusâ called,â Joel teases, despite feeling beyond elated that youâd showed up on his porch tonight. âGlad you didnât, but just hope you didn't go through too much trouble.â
âIf I had just calledâŠâ you say, dragging your words out, âHow could I give you this?â You nudge a box on the little table in between the two chairs youâre sitting on towards him, and itâs the first time Joel even noticed it between it being dark outside and his transfixion on your face. He smiles tentatively as he gathers the box into his hands, pulling it onto his lap and inspecting it. A bright, confetti pattern adorns the wrapping paper with a shining red bow on top. Itâs neat, tidy, perfect - exactly the kind of wrapping job heâd expect from you with so much thoughtfulness put into it.
âThis is⊠real nice,â Joel stutters out. âThank youâŠâ
âDonât thank me yet, you havenât even opened it,â you say with a chuckle. You seem nervous - Joel clocks your hands moving around anxiously in your lap, a telltale sign that youâre thinking too much.Â
âEither way, even if itâs total crap in here, it looks great,â Joel says with a light laugh, one you return, and he can see your tension easing. Joel lets his fingers tuck under the flaps of the paper as he tears it open, revealing a small, wooden box. He lets his hand run along the outside, a quizzical look on his face as he inspects it.
âOpen it already, youâre killing me,â you blurt out playfully, your hand going to your mouth to absentmindedly chew on a nail.
âAlright, alright, hold your horses,â Joel says, his eyes brightening with delight at the situation. Heâs still not entirely sure any of this is real, but he savors the moment for another second before opening the wooden box perched on his lap.
Inside is an intricate, gorgeous set of hand tools for woodworking, neatly arranged in the box, all with their own little placeholders. Joel gapes at it, not even realizing how many times his mouth opens and closes, trying to find the words to say. He can make out enough detail on everything in the dim porch light, but heâd bet these will be even more beautiful once he can get a good look at them.
âDonât even know what to say, darlinâ... this isâŠâ Joel trails off, picking up one of the tools and inspecting it. âThis is too much.â
âNo, itâs not, Joel,â you defend immediately, stiffening in the chair. Youâre absolutely ready to go to war with whatever Joelâs thoughts are telling him right now.
âY-you shouldnât have done all of this. Donât deserve a gift like this from you.â He shakes his head slowly, still keeping his eyes on the box in his lap, not wanting to look at you and show all the vulnerability in his eyes.Â
âThatâs just not true Joel, I wanted to buy this for you, show you how much you still mean to me. Close the box and look at the lid again.â Joel gives you a weary look in response but does as you ask, inspecting the lid closer, and thatâs when he spots it.
âSee? It has your initials, right there,â you say, reaching over to point it out to him, your hand brushing dangerously close to his, and Joel feels his heart skip slightly in his chest at the proximity.
âI see thatâŠâ Joel sighs out, finally meeting your gaze. âThis is perfect, sweetheart. Thank you,â he says solemnly, and while you donât misunderstand Joelâs reaction, you feel a twinge of sadness that heâs having a hard time accepting this gift.
âI just noticed you didnât have a ton of tools yet when you showed me your woodworking table, and I saw all those little wooden carvings you were doing - animals and stuff, so I thought maybe youâd need this,â you explain anxiously, giving Joel a half smile.
âYeah, yâare right about that, didnât have everything I needed yet. Been havinâ a hard time⊠with the small stuffâŠâ Joelâs voice is coming out quieter than he wants, but heâs overcome with emotion right now. He swipes his hand over his eyes, trying to get his bearings, but you keep a steady gaze on him, observing his passing emotions. Joel feels your hand on his suddenly, fingers soft and delicate as you reach over from your chair to touch him.
âI want you to have this,â you say, and Joel looks up to see your lips curved up softly, eyes gentle and looking like theyâre staring right into his very soul. Your fingers wrap around his hand, still closed around the box on his lap, and the warmth from your hand alone is taking him to another place, having wished and pined for your touch for so long now.
âAlright, I believe ya, then. Thank you again, itâs really⊠somethinâ,â Joel says, a little bit of confidence growing in his voice again, and it lifts a small weight off of your chest to hear it.
âYouâre welcome, Joel,â you say, giving his fingers a squeeze before starting to pull your hand back towards yourself. Joelâs hand catches it before it even leaves the vicinity of his chair, and holds on again, gripping tightly around your fingers.Â
You two sit for what feels like an eternity, just his hand holding yours, both of your eyes full of questioning, possibility, and something⊠more.
âI have something else⊠for your birthday,â you manage to say just above a whisper, your voice low and saccharine as you shift forward in your seat, sliding to the edge and standing up. You still havenât let go of Joelâs hand, using it to guide yourself the few steps over to his seat. You fluidly guide your legs on either side of his hips and slide onto him, settling yourself to straddle his lap. Where your hands join, you guide it to settle on your hip, and Joel follows suit with the other hand, gently touching you as if heâs afraid of breaking you.
Honestly, he was. He was so afraid of that possibility that he stiffened under your weight, panic rising up in his chest. He couldnât deserve this, he couldnât be allowed this happiness again.
You read his tensing body immediately, and snake a hand up to ghost along his cheek, brushing gently with the back of your hand. Joel lets out a sigh at the softness of your touch, the repressed longing built up in every cell of his body finding some escape in this one little puff of air exiting his lungs. His eyes flutter closed as you do it again, flipping your hand this time to rake the pads of your fingers down his cheek and through his beard.
âI-â Joel starts, a rasp to the little noise that breaks your heart. When you look into his eyes, you find nothing there but desolation in his warm brown, and you shake your head slightly.
âShh,â you say soothingly, leaning forward slightly, âI know. I know.â Your head goes into the crook of his neck, your hot breath alone sending a shiver down his spine before you multiply it with a brush of your lips against his warm skin. Fluttering kisses along his neck, taking your time with each one, feeling and hearing Joel sigh deeply each time your lips touch him. When you reach his ear, taking the lobe into your mouth and giving it a gentle suck, Joel seems to melt a little before coming to his senses enough to speak up.
âYou shouldnât be⊠donât deserveâŠâ Joel murmurs. You pull back slightly, nuzzling your nose against the side of his cheek, taking the other side of his face into your palm, pressing yourself as close as you can. He catches the scent of your shampoo as your hair falls forward over the back of your head, right into his face. A scent heâd started to forget, nearly panicking the day heâd realized it was happening. A scent that he could have spent a lifetime searching for in drug and beauty store aisles, knowing it could never compare to this moment right here, when it was combined with you. Joel breathes in shakily, his erratic inhales and exhales showing just how close he is to breaking down.Â
âI want you, more than just this. I want you, Joel,â you say, your confession laid bare. Joelâs heart thuds so loud heâs worried you can hear it clear as day as you two sit in a tense silence. You hold yourself against him with baited breath, now just left to wait for his response.
âYou meanâŠâ Joel starts, afraid to dare the question to leave his tongue for fear of your answer.Â
You nod into him. âYes,â you breathe. âCan we⊠try again? Iâm ready, if you want it still.â You keep your voice low, vibrating right against his ear, and Joel lets another shudder wrack his body. He feels impossibly taut, like his muscles could snap at any moment, like he could fully break. But when he hears your words, he feels an instant release, the breaking of a thread that had been pulling, pulling, pulling, these last few months, slowly choking the life out of him. It was gone now. His chest nearly ached with the sudden lightness, and he fought the urge to clutch at it, not wanting to let go of where he held your hips even for a second.
âIf I want it? If I want itâŠ?â Joel echoes in disbelief. His arms slide around to your back, folding you deeper into his embrace and he chokes back a sob. âAll Iâve ever wanted⊠right here,â he says, tugging you even closer, impossibly close, so that youâre nearly melding together into the same person.Â
âJoelâŠâ you manage to say, choked up with your own tears now. You could never express just how right everything feels at this moment, being back in Joelâs arms, being so sure of it when youâd been riddled with every worry and anxiety about this exact moment for weeks. You knew that youâd made the right decision, there wasnât a doubt in your mind.
âI got you, I got you, sweetheart,â Joel says, his hand now gripping the back of your head as you hang your head onto his shoulder, burying into his neck and taking in his scent with a shaky breath, quickly blinking away your tears.
You push back against his hand, bringing yourself to eye level with him and peering into his eyes for what feels like the first time all over again. The emotion swirling there is nearly unreadable - a mixture of joy, care, wonder, and lust, and itâs all being directed at you, nearly taking your breath away. Before you can think, your lips crash into his, hard at first but turning delicate quickly, wanting to really feel this moment and the weight it has for you. Joel returns your passionate, slow kisses, his tongue begging entry into your mouth nearly immediately, and you let him, your tongues dancing together in the most beautiful way as you savor each other.Â
Your hips move with a mind of their own, slowly pushing forward onto Joel and back again, starting a steady grind on his lap. Joel groans so loudly you nearly jump, and you find a small moan escaping your lips when you continue going back in for more, more, more from him.Â
âFuck,â he murmurs quietly into your mouth as you brush over the now obvious hard bulge in his jeans with your warm heat. You intensify the way youâre kissing him now, wrapping your fingers tightly around the back of his neck and hooking them deeply into the dark curls lying there, tugging enough to elicit another little noise from Joel, more desperate this time.Â
He uses the opportunity to pull back slightly, his heavy breathing mingling with your own.
âAre you su-â Joel starts, but you cut him off, not even wanting him to finish the question for the fact that heâd be harboring any thoughts that you have doubts about this.Â
âIâm sure,â you say with conviction, locking your eyes on his again. His eyes seem to harden with determination then, nearly going a shade darker in the dim lighting of the porch. Joel lips find yours again and he devours you, practically stealing your breath with the ferocity of it. His hands slide to your ass, gripping it tightly and bunching the thin fabric of your dress in his hands before he pushes on you, forcing you forward to grind on him again. You let out a little whimper at his forcefulness, having missed the way his hands so perfectly guide you and show you exactly what you need. How he knows exactly what you need every time may always remain a mystery to you, but youâre not one to question perfection.
You continue your steady movements on top of him, letting Joel push you forward each time, his jeans beginning to rub a perfect rhythm on your aching pussy. Itâs nearly too much already, too much Joel after being away from this bliss for too long, and you break off your kiss just to bury your head in his shoulder, mewling quietly next to his ear as you quicken your pace on his lap.
âYeah, thatâs right, baby, fuckâŠâ Joel breathes out, already completely undone by the way you two are moving together as he starts grinding his hips back into you. âSo fuckinâ perfect.â
You can feel your heart beating out of your chest, nervous for some reason as you decide you want more, to move things along with him. You think youâll combust soon if you two keep up only making out like a couple of teenagers. While it feels amazing to be reunited, you feel the need to show Joel just how serious you are about what youâve told him.Â
Your hand shakes a little as you reach between the two of you to grab at Joelâs belt, swiftly undoing it amid many approving sounds from Joel as his lips attach themselves to your neck, kissing along the length of it and up to your face, covering as many spots as he possibly can with an undying eagerness to taste you on his lips.
Joel lets out a hiss when your hand reaches inside of his jeans, your fingers brushing along the soft fabric of his briefs, tracing the hard length of him inside.
âIs this okay?â you quietly rasp, and Joelâs approval stretches from his little smile to his eyes as he nods.
âGonna make me crazy already, baby, the way youâre touchinâ me,â he says as you continue your movement along his shaft and wrap your hand tighter for a quick moment before sliding your hand inside of his briefs. The warmth of his skin blazes onto your hand as he throbs beneath you with your light strokes. Joel hums pleasantly, his eyes glazing over with need when you dare to peek into them. His head nearly lolls back onto the chair with a little groan when your finger swipes the head of his cock, feeling the wetness of his precum before you swirl it around the tip of his cock with your thumb.
Your entire body feels on fire, warm from the inside out as your core twists deep inside with need, the desire to feel him inside of you reaching a dangerous territory of necessity for you.
âJoelâŠâ you coo as your cunt aches so sweetly for him, more than ready for him to completely own it again. You wrap a hand around his cock, fingers feeling so small around his girth that it makes your mouth water with anticipation for whatâs to come.
âI know, baby,â Joel responds as you pull his cock out of his jeans, freeing the length of him and you gasp a little at the remembrance of the full size of him, already finding yourself picturing it being thrusted deep inside of you. Joel smirks at the starry-eyed look on your face as you take him in again and places his hands on your thighs, sliding your dress up higher.
âMissed my big fuckinâ cock, didnât you?â Joel asks, so cocky and sure of himself that it sends another wave of desire straight to your clit and you can only find yourself nodding. ââCourse you did,â Joel adds on when he sees your speechless, practically drooling response to his question. Joelâs hand has been steadily moving your dress higher until his hands slide right to your ass, playing with the fabric of your panties, tracing his fingers along the lace.
Your hips lurch forward with anticipation, and you bring your lips down to Joelâs again, kissing him with pent up passion as one of his hands comes forward to cup your cunt, finding it desperately soaked for him, and he tuts into the kiss as if he canât believe what heâs feeling. You push into his hand, your clit eager for any kind of movement on it, and Joel obliges, letting you grind onto his palm through your underwear for a few moments
âNeed to see this pretty little thing,â Joel murmurs breathlessly, and you nod feverishly in agreement.
âJust fuckinâ rip them off, Joel,â you tell him, your lips barely leaving his to utter the words, and Joel growls deep in his throat at your eagerness, his fingers wrapping around the side of your panties to tear at them. You hear the splitting of seams as the fabric comes apart with a swift tug from Joel. It makes you feel impossibly feral that his strong hands made such quick work of the fabric that you can't help the moan that escapes you as you feel your panties fall away, completely ruined as Joel pulls them out from between you and tosses them to the ground, his lips never coming apart from yours.Â
You lift your hips up, giving Joel the opportunity to slide his cock between your legs, and you moan immediately at the way he feels against your slick folds. He grabs the base of his cock with one hand, and your ass with the other, guiding himself to rub back and forth against you until youâre breathing so erratically that you have to stop kissing Joel for fear you wonât be able to catch your breath. He increases the pace, and every time his plump head presses and brushes against your clit you feel the build up tighten in your core even more until youâre ready to burst, the tension reaching a high as you nearly choke on your words.Â
âIâm gonna⊠Joel⊠fuck, Iâm oh -â
Your hips roll and spasm down onto his cock, and he keeps up the pace, brushing his head quickly over your pulsing clit in rapid motions as you ride out your orgasm. Your head buries into his chest, covering up your moans of his name as you yell it out into his shirt with a hand clutching tightly to the fabric.Â
âGood, so good, baby, yeah, just ride it out fâme,â Joel praises, stroking the back of your head, âCome all over this cock, f-fuckâŠâ
You whimper and slump into him a little to catch your breath and come down, but the feeling of his soaked cock still pressing against your folds sets you off all over again, and you need more.Â
âInside me⊠Joel⊠fuckâŠ.â
âC-canât wait much longer either,â he says, uncharacteristically shaken, and he vibrates slightly with the effort of holding back, but you roll your hips onto his cock as he slides up your seam again, and then surprises you by pushing himself in, the head of his cock bursting into your entrance. You gasp at the intrusion initially, but sigh with relief at the feeling of him slowly, deliciously filling you up inch by inch, stretching you practically beyond your means until youâre completely full of him. You canât help the warm feeling that spreads through you that this is what you were meant for, exactly where youâre supposed to be.
âFuck,â Joel grits out, completely sheathed inside of you, feeling you squeeze him as you shift your hips to adjust to the fullness. âJust want to feel you for a second,â he says. âMissed this so much.â
Joelâs hands go back to gripping your hips tightly, not allowing any movement as he just feels you around his length, but you squirm in his grasp, making his cock push against your walls. You let out a whimpering sound at the feeling, and Joel bites the inside of his lip, barely able to contain himself between the small movements and sounds youâre making as you squirm and leak all over his cock, your arousal dripping down onto his jeans. You grip his shoulders for some leverage to begin moving as much as you can, and one of Joelâs hands frees your hip up to come grab your chin, pulling it tightly between his fingers as he forces you to look at him.
âPleaseâŠâ you beg quietly, the throbbing, aching mess between your legs taking over any and all thoughts you have.
âYou lookinâ for me to make you fuckinâ scream right here on this porch, are ya? Canât wait until weâre inside?â
You shake your head with panting breaths from the exertion of trying to break out of Joelâs grasp to bounce your hips and feel him moving inside of you.
âGood,â Joel says, a devious smirk on his face, ââCause I canât either.â With his words he pushes his hips up into you, affording him that tiny bit of extra space inside of you and you groan before he pulls his hips back, lifting yours at the same time before repeating the motion, slamming back into you hard and deep.
You cry out loudly, feeling him push against every part inside of you imaginable - have you always felt him this much, or is it just because youâd been deprived from the pure pleasure of Joel that it feels like so much more now?Â
You start returning his movements with equal vigor, your bodies ferociously coming together as the chair creaks underneath your bodies with the harsh movement.
âGonna break this damn chair if we keep it up,â Joel says with a chuckle, lightening his movements only slightly.Â
âSo what?â you manage to reply through stunted breaths as you slam yourself down onto Joel over and over.Â
âNeed to fuck you properly anyways, darlinâ, câmere.â Joelâs hands cup underneath your thighs, urging you up off his lap as you help him lift you, wrapping your arms around his neck. You bury your face there, not wanting even a moment to go to waste as your lips find his neck again and suck hard. Joel yelps quietly as he moves you to the banister of his porch, perching you on the edge of it, and you grip even more tightly onto his back, feeling your balance completely off on the thin slab of wood underneath your ass.Â
âThis is what you call proper?â You laugh, and Joel looks at you with a smirk before diving back in to kiss you, slowly grinding his hips into you now with nearly infuriating movements. You moan at the feel of every inch of him dragging out of you before pushing back in. You clench around him as your body shakes in his grip, unable to control the whimpering that escapes your lips.Â
âYâseem to be enjoying it,â Joel retorts, and youâre too lost in the feeling of his cock to even conjure up a snarky response. âYou want it faster though, donât ya? I know how my angel likes to take my cock,â Joel rasps eagerly, and you groan as you nod your head, begging for more of him.Â
When he starts thrusting into you faster and harder, the banister rocks under the weight of it, but you canât find it in you to care. Even if it all came crashing down and you two fell to the ground with it, you doubt either of youâd stop fucking the other with the way youâre both desperately panting now as Joelâs hips snap into yours repeatedly.Â
Your legs slide higher up Joelâs back, your ankles hooking together around him, trusting his arms completely to hold you up from falling off the porch railing. When your hips angle enough for Joel to get deeper, you moan as he presses against the spongy part inside of you that makes you absolutely crazy for him, and he smirks as he sees your eyes flutter with each new brush against the spot. You whine out his name, and Joel tucks in closer and kisses you in response.Â
âThat good, baby?â he whispers gently, a stark contrast to the way heâs absolutely ravaging your body right now for anyone walking by to see. Youâre grateful itâs late enough that itâs unlikely, but even then, you can't be bothered by the thought with the way Joel feels inside of you right now.Â
âSo good,â you whimper in response, barely able to form words as your core ignites again, twisting in anticipation of another high. âYou feel perfect.â
âThatâs cause this pussy was made to take me, made to take this cock, baby, fuckâŠâ Joel says, grunting as he thrusts into you. âCan feel you baby, youâre so close, give me another one, sweet girl,â Joel murmurs, pressing as flush to you as he can get. The sudden change gives some stimulation on your clit from the soft, dark curls above his cock, and combined with another brush against your g-spot, youâre losing a grip on reality so quickly you almost canât keep up.Â
âJoel⊠Joel⊠harder,â you cry out, desperate for your climax to burst out of you, to claw its way out from the tingling pit now formed right where Joelâs cock is pressing deep inside of you. He obeys, thrusting into at an alarming rate, your legs helping his speed as you press them into him with every inward thrust, matching his rhythm.Â
You moan out long and low, the pleasure too much to take as the pressure builds to a point you nearly canât take it anymore before youâre finally pushed over the edge by Joel biting into your neck. You hadnât even noticed his head move down to do it, so lost in your own ecstasy, but the sensation of the pain with pleasure is enough to send you careening straight into your orgasm, practically screaming and sobbing with the intensity of it. Your slickness pours out onto Joelâs cock and he grunts and mumbles into your neck at the feeling before you feel the familiar sensation of you squirting, knowing the mess youâre making right now must be catastrophic between that and how hard youâd came.Â
Joel seems intent on adding onto it, at the tail end of your climax as your cunt squeezes his cock, he releases with a long, loud grunt, cursing under his breath as he fucks into your cunt a few more times and spills himself into you. Ropes of his cum coat your walls, the warmth filling you nearly sending you over the edge another time in the midst of your oversensitivity. You feel tears rolling down your cheeks from the comedown of such an intense moment with him, feeling so fulfilled and grateful to be his.Â
Joel sits for a long moment, his cock buried deep inside of you still, holding everything in thatâs threatening to leak out around him. He pulls back from your shoulder and sees the few stray tears and smiles gently before kissing your cheeks, lapping them up in the process. When he does pull out, itâs then that you notice just how much of a depraved, wet, mess you two had made together. Joel can see and feel the mess between your legs and he tuts, half-impressed and half-teasing before helping you off the banister and onto your shaky legs.Â
âFuckinâ messy girl for me, ainât ya?â Joel cocks an eyebrow at you.Â
You find yourself shying under his gaze, something that hasnât happened for a long while now, and it feels refreshing in a way, almost like you two really are starting new. Joel wraps his arms around you after tucking himself back in, smoothing your dress down your backside for you.Â
âSâokay, just how I like you, my messy little thing,â he coos, pinching your cheek quickly, and you giggle, pressing yourself into his chest, just letting him hold you.
âYou cominâ inside?â he asks, and you can hear the hesitation in his voice, like he truly believes you may not want to spend any more time with him, that youâll regret what you two did any second.Â
âThought youâd never ask,â you tease him, hoping to lighten his seemingly aching heart a bit and Joel smiles brightly in response.Â
âGood, âcause Iâm nowhere near done with you yet,â he replies, meeting your lips for a long, deep kiss. Unbelievably, you feel a swirl of desire crop up in your belly at the sensation, his perfectly plump lips giving in to yours so delicately but so deeply, and you let out a little moan. Joel pulls away, chuckling. âSounds like neither are you,â he adds on, looking at you expectantly.
âCâmon, letâs go cowboy,â you say, grabbing his hand to walk to the door together.
âCowboy, huh? Thatâs new,â Joel comments with a questioning brow.
âTrying something out,â you tell him with a shrug, grinning, and Joel laughs as he unlocks his front door and leads you inside. The second the door shuts behind you, you find Joel on top of you again, his tall frame crowding over you and his hands on your hips, quickly roaming over your back, ass, shoulders, anywhere he can touch as he takes you in, holding you close to him. His head dips down to breathe in your scent again, getting completely lost in it. You shudder under the feeling of his breath near your ear, hot and needy right on the sensitive skin there.
âSorry, sweetheart, jusâ canât help myself right now. Fuckinâ missed beinâ able to hold you like this, touch you anytime I want,â Joel confesses, still not letting up the way his hands are moving, landing on your ass to knead the plush globes there.
âMissed it too,â you breathe out, not minding one bit the things heâs apologizing for, finding your body melting into his again.
âHow many times you think I can make you come before Iâm ready for ya again?â Joel asks next to your ear, one of his hands gliding to the front of your body and slipping under your dress, immediately going right between your legs. Youâre still soaked, remnants of your time outside all over you, your pussy feeling fucked out but still managing to respond to his touch. He slides a finger onto your inner thigh, where his cum has been steadily starting to drip down, gathering it onto his fingers and dragging it upwards towards your cunt. He swipes it through your seam, gathering some of your own slickness and then stuffing all of it back inside of your ravaged hole, pushing his fingers as far as theyâll go.Â
âFuckâŠâ you whimper, arching your back. Joelâs frame pushes against you until your back is pressed into the door behind you, completely boxing you in with his body. His fingers start to work circles on your clit while the other hand comes up to palm your breast gently, rubbing it through the fabric.
âSo fuckinâ prettyâŠâ Joel murmurs, sliding a strap of your dress down your shoulder, hoping to reveal more of your skin to him. He seems to change his mind halfway through, pulling both of his hands off of you to grip at the bottom of your dress and pull upwards, lifting it off of you, leaving you standing naked before him. You tremble slightly at the feeling of being so exposed with him again, and the air conditioning of his house sending cool air dancing over your now goosebumped skin.Â
Joel takes you in, his eyes roaming over your body, temptation screaming in his blown out pupils. You writhe under his gaze slightly, desperate for him to return to touching you again, but he continues to take several long moments of looking at you before gently brushing a finger up your arm. You shiver more violently now, and Joelâs hand grazes inwards, finally landing at your nipple, pinching the taut bud and pulling hard on it. You cry out, back arching against the door as your knees begin to shake a little.
âGod, baby, said you were pretty, but this is fuckinâ beautiful. Fuckinâ divine, lookinâ at you like this,â Joel says, shaking his head, entranced by watching his fingers pinch and roll your hard nipples.
âJoel⊠please,â you whine out, your thighs clamping together desperately, feeling wetness and heat pooling between your legs again.
âTell me, sweetheart, what dâya needâŠ?â
âTouch my clit, Joel.â
âAll you had to do was use your words.â He grins, obliging you by resuming the circles on your clit, more languidly this time as he keeps his other hand playing mercilessly with your pink buds. Itâs no surprise when the familiar swelling of pleasure rapidly builds deep inside of you at Joelâs touch, your breathing labored as you shut your eyes and lean your head back on the door, moaning quietly.
âEyes on me, baby, need ya to look at me when you come,â Joel says, voice soft and sweet, with his sudden grip on your chin to tilt your head back down anything but. His fingers grab tightly, greedily, at your delicate chin, holding your head in place as your eyes threaten to roll back at the way his fingers are working between your legs, tight, perfect circles being rubbed on your clit.Â
âFuck, Joel, I-Iâm coming,â you cry out, followed by several loud, staccato moans that drag out into long whimpers as you buck down onto his hand, body shaking and impossibly taut as you come. Stars invade your vision before it goes fully white, pleasure rocking what feels like every cell in your body. All youâre aware of for those few blissful moments are the way Joelâs fingers move, riding you through the climax, and how his name spills off your lips over and over, begging him for something youâre not even sure of yourself.Â
Throughout all of it, you try to keep your eyes locked on Joelâs, but canât help it when your eyes squeeze shut in the high. When you finally peek them open, Joel looks at you with a satisfied sigh, his tight hold on your chin turning into a softer, gentler stroking leading up to your cheek. He brushes the hair away on your forehead thatâs now stuck there with the small sheen of sweat youâd worked up and tucks it behind you ear, his lips turning up into a small smile.Â
He kisses you, his lips barely fluttering against yours in a soft meeting of your lips, one that isnât meant to lead anywhere further. Just soft, loving presses over and over to your lips, and youâre finally coming out of your fucked our haze to be able to return them properly.Â
âLemme take you to bed, hm?â Joel says, pressing his forehead to yours. You nod tiredly, the pleasurable post-orgasm haze taking over your brain.
âOnly if you carry me.â
Joel crouches to press his hands underneath your ass, urging you up by the thighs, so you grip his shoulders and let him lift you, wrapping your legs around his thick middle and supporting yourself around his neck. Joel can hardly think straight, with the whole of your bare skin pressed against him, clinging on tightly like heâs the only thing that matters in the entire world right now. He can feel the heat of you through his clothing, wishing with a fuzzy head that there wasnât anything between the two of you, that he could envelop you in his own heat, that they could mingle endlessly together. He could hardly wait to get you in his bedroom and make that exact desire of his come true.Â
When Joel sets you on the edge of his bed, he stands in front of you, unbuttoning his shirt slowly and intently, watching you to see your eyes lighting up as he works at the buttons. You stand up and grasp his hands gently, moving them to the side to take over, unbuttoning his shirt and kissing each new bit of skin thatâs revealed on his chest. Joel finally shrugs the plaid shirt off and onto the floor, and you get to work on his jeans, pulling his belt off and through all of the loops in a slow, dragging movement. Joel chuckles a heady laugh at the way youâre so perfectly teasing him right now before you unzip his jeans and pull everything down, leaving him standing just as naked as you are.
âC-can I jusâ hold you like this?â Joel asks tentatively, despite his cock being at full attention once again from the way youâd undressed him. You canât help but smile when Joel shows this more shy side of himself and you give him a nod, pulling away to crawl onto the bed and lay down. Neither of you have turned on any lights in the room, instead letting the moonlight spill in through the front window and illuminate enough that it casts a low, shimmering light through the room.
Joel slides in right next to you, wrapping his toned arms around you immediately, pulling you flush with his body and you wrap one leg over top of him, one hand placed flat on his chest, rubbing along the dusting of salt and pepper hair there. You both sigh contentedly at the feel of the otherâs skin, so warm and soothing after spending all that time apart. The silence is comfortable, despite the both of you knowing there are mountains of things to discuss between the two of you.
Joel clears his throat, a hand rubbing up and down your forearm that rests along his torso. âNot one to ruin a perfect moment like this, but I gotta askâŠâ he starts, swallowing nervously. âWhyâd you decide to come tonight? What⊠changed your mind?â
You blink a few times, biting the inside of your lip, trying to compile everything youâd been thinking recently for Joel.
âI just⊠did. I saw you realize that youâd made a mistake, and how much it hurt both of us. I was scared to trust you again, but you never left my side once you realized what you wanted. Iâve never stopped⊠wanting it, Joel. Wanting you.â
âI never did neither, darlinâ. Swear it,â Joel says quietly, nuzzling his mouth onto the top of your head, breathing you in. âThought I was savinâ you from me. Thought I couldnât be worth it.â
âYouâve always been worth it, Joel. All the shit that happened, worrying about my parents, people judging us, job offers, any of it. I just want to be happy with you, I promise.â
âI see that now, honey, how fuckinâ selfish I actually was. âM so sorry,â he replies, a slight crack to his voice as he keeps it quiet.
âI know you are, youâve shown me and said it so many times now. Thank you for not giving up,â you tell him sincerely, rubbing absentminded circles on his chest.
Joel huffs, shaking your head on his shoulder a bit. âShould be thankinâ you for that, darlinâ, not the other way around. Yâshouldâve given up on an old man like me.â
âNever, Joel,â you say. âEven if you are an old man.â
âHey, now,â Joel scolds you lightly. âOnly okay when I say it.â
You both break into a quick laughter, and you shift and tilt your head up, offering your lips to his, and he takes it, leaning his head slightly to meet your lips with his for a chaste kiss.
âFine. Youâre so youthful, donât even look a day over twenty five, I swear,â you say, a smirk tugging at your lips.
âOkay, now youâre jusâ beinâ mean,â Joel says with a frown.
âThirty?â
âMmm, better.â Joel chuckles, and you pull yourself tighter to him, your warm heat nearing dangerously close to his cock. Your hand traces down his chest, fingers gently grazing the base of his length now.Â
âMissed this so much. Missed you,â you say quietly, wrapping your fingers around his shaft, feeling him stiffen, his cock hardening from semi-soft to throbbing in just a few moments of you toying with it.
âYâhave no ideaâŠâ Joel replies breathlessly, his hips jutting up into your hand slightly as it roams over his length.Â
âWanna just feel you⊠pleaseâŠâ you whimper, feeling precum already gathering at his tip, swiping it onto your finger and into your mouth, sucking the slightly salty, tangy fluid completely clean before putting your hand back to his cock.
Joel groans out at the entire interaction, his eyes blazing with heat. âGod, sweetheart, want to fuckinâ wreck your little pussy, butâŠâ He winces in embarrassment. âMy fuckinâ back⊠from what we did outside. Went a little too hard.â You try to stifle your smile, having just argued over him being an old man, but you reign it in.Â
âThatâs okay, baby. I can ride you just as hard,â you say with quirked eyebrows. Joel chuckles but splays his palms in the air quickly, as if to say be my guest.
You shift your weight, straddling Joel and placing your already dripping pussy above his cock, notching him at your entrance. You lean down to kiss him and with the same motion, you press your hips down, letting his cock slide inside effortlessly. Youâve been perpetually wet just being in his presence, and from the way youâve been warmed up over and over tonight, heâs completely sheathed in you before you even know it.Â
You groan at the fullness from this angle, and Joel does the same, his eyes fluttering slightly as he shifts underneath you. He winces slightly from his back hurting but relaxes his tensing body as you start to bounce your hips gently, testing the waters. Joel smiles up at you, his features melting into pleasure as you basically start jerking him off with your cunt, letting him lay back and enjoy the sensations.
Shit, you think suddenly. You should tell Joel about Dylan. You donât know why it crosses your mind right in this perfect moment, when youâre both so incandescently happy to just be together, but the sudden guilt hits you right in the gut. You know you arenât in the wrong, but you want to be honest with Joel, not have anything between the two of you if youâre going to start over like this.
You slow your movement, pressing your lips together, and Joel looks at you quizzically, noticing the change in your expression.
âThis might be the dumbest fucking thing Iâve ever done to say this right now, but I have to tell you something,â you blurt out, and Joelâs eyebrows draw together, his eyes slightly widening in concern.
He rubs your lower back, sensing your hesitation. âGo ahead, sweetheart,â he says softly.
âWhen⊠weâŠw-werenât talking, I slept with someone. It was just once, it was not even⊠it wasnât anything, but I did do it. When I was drunk. And it wasnât even any g -â you ramble breathlessly, still moving yourself up and down on Joelâs cock. He tightly grasps your hips, pulling you down, hips flush with his, stopping your movements.
âWoah, woah, relax, relax, baby. Okay, itâs okay,â he says.
âIt is?â you ask, wide eyed.
âDonât exactly love it, yâknow how I feel about you beinâ mine and only mine, but I canât say I blame ya. Left you high and dry out there.â
âRightâŠâ you say quietly, still incredulous that Joel isnât completely freaking out right now from this news.
âGonna fuckinâ kill whoever it is, but âsides that,â Joel chuckles genially, âDonât feel bad, baby. Jusâ makes me wanna fuck you even fuckinâ harder, make you forget that even happened.â He lets a small growl slip from deep in his throat, clutching onto the plush skin of your hips and ass, his long fingers spreading along both areas and kneading.
You start to grind your hips a little again, lifting slightly up and back down, beginning a steady rhythm on him.
âOh really? Think you could?â you ask low and teasingly. âHonestly, it wasnât any good, if that helps.â
âNo? Not any good, huh?â Joel grunts a little as he lifts his hips up into you, unable to help himself despite his back aching and screaming at him.
You shake your head, pursing your lips as you continue your slow pace on top of him. âMm-mm. Didnât even get me offâŠâ You run a hand down Joelâs chest slowly. âShame, really, that no other man could ever live up to you.â
âFuckâŠâ Joel curses under his breath. âGonna give a man an ego, sayinâ things like that.â Joel pauses, just enjoying the way youâre gyrating on his cock for a few moments. His eyes snap open again and he looks at you with a furrowed brow. âDidnât get you off at all?â
You shake your head slowly and deliberately as you ride him.Â
âFuck, need to do good to you tonight, then, baby,â he says, his voice slightly strained from the emotions heâs feeling. Itâs a mixture of desperation, sadness, and fucking anger at what happened. How anyone could get a chance to be with you, to taste and fuck that sweet pussy of yours and not even give you what you deserved, it made Joel feel the feral side of him clawing itâs way out. His hand reaches up, cupping the side of your face before sliding around to the back of your head and pushing your head down so that itâs close to his mouth, forehead practically resting on his shoulder. He holds your hair tightly in his grip, letting his lips brush against the skin of your ear.Â
âWhatever you need to do to me, Iâm yours⊠I want you to fuckinâ come so hard you never come back down, that you canât never think of another man again âsides me. Want your fuckinâ knees shakinâ, cunt drippinâ, fuckinâ soaked fâme, squeezin my cock so hard, so full you canât even breatheâŠâ Joel mutters out, sending your entire body shivering and convulsing with the combination of his words and the vibration of his deep rasp right next to your ear.Â
You spasm your hips down onto him, pussy clenching at his words and feeling his cock throbbing and pulsing inside of you. âF-fuckâŠâ you whimper, nearly reaching your high from his words alone. You pull your head back slightly with Joelâs permission, his tight grasp on your hair lightening up, and smirk down at him.Â
âYâsure you can do that, old man? With your bad back and everything?â Your lips press together so tightly to repress your laughter that you feel like youâre going to pop. You begin to ride him faster as you speak, feeling all of you bouncing, your tits dancing appealingly right in his face. Joel lifts his head, takes one into his mouth and sucks harder than he ever has, and you gasp loudly, unable to pull away. He lets it go with a small pop and looks up at you, darkness flashing in his eyes.Â
âGonna fuckinâ wish you never said that,â Joel states before he sits up, groaning quickly with the effort and then deciding its well worth it, grasps your back and flips you around, slamming you down into the bed with him. His entire weight is on you, straddling you, the movement from flipping pushing his cock so deep that you squeal out in both pain and pleasure. He ruts into you hard now, lifting both of your legs to his shoulders, putting you in a tight, cramped position where theyâre trapped between your body and his now.Â
All you can feel is Joel, Joel, Joel - his cock pressing against your spongy part inside again, his sweat intermingling with yours, his ragged breaths as he pounds into you with no mercy. You cry out, tears stinging your eyes from how fucking deep he is, you think heâs hitting your cervix at this point and itâs a sensation you havenât experienced before, but itâs tearing you up from the inside out how good it feels. You canât do anything but whimper as Joel asserts himself over you, trying to make the words he whispered in your ear become a reality.Â
He leans even closer, the angle completely devastating you as a few tears slip free from where theyâve been brimming in your eyes. âTell me how good I am to you, hm? Wanna hear you praise this fuckinâ cock,â Joel says, his voice so smooth and controlled for how hard heâs ravaging your body right now.
âSo good, Joel, fuck⊠your c-cock⊠youâre so good to me.â
âAgain,â he commands, turning his head to bite down onto one of your legs that are framing near his face. You whimper loudly, barely able to even think of the words to say, let alone speak them.
âN-never want another c-cock. Can only take y-yours, so good to me, so f-fuckinâ big and full, Joel.â Your face scrunches up slightly, a few more tears rolling down your cheeks as Joel snaps his hips into your over and over, your insides coiling with heat and everything good when he hits the perfect spots inside of you.
âThatâs right,â he groans desperately, clearly as affected by your praise as you are his. Nearly effortlessly for his back hurting him, he pulls out of your cunt, leaving it squeezing at nothing. He quickly looks down at your fluttering, fucked out cunt and spits quickly in-between your legs before he turns your body belly down on the bed, your legs shaking as you bring them down and nearly melt into the mattress. Youâre shaking, your knees and thighs completely quaking just as Joel had wanted, and youâre thankful for the break. Joelâs hands grasp either of your ass and lift it slightly off the bed, angling himself behind you and slamming right back into your cunt. You nearly scream, the stretch of him all over again nearly too much with how heightened everything feels.Â
ââM I still so good for you, baby?â he asks. You can only nod, and breathe out a quiet, raspy âyesâ, your face turned off the mattress to try to look back at him.
âReady to come, angel? I can feel you, so fuckinâ tight, practically begginâ for it, ainât ya?â Joel says, his voice less controlled now, and you can tell heâs just as close as you are. He slides a hand between your body and the mattress, leaning himself closer, changing the angle of himself inside of you and itâs perfect, holy shit itâs perfect.
His finger finds your clit in a second, flicking and rubbing circles frantically as your body writhes and bounces into his thrusts. You moan over and over, his name, expletives, anything you can think of to finally reach your high. The tension low in your belly snaps, and you go off the edge, screaming Joelâs name along the way as your legs shake underneath him and your cunt tightens impossibly taut around him, fluttering and spasming. Joel curses, pushing in as deep as possible while he comes along with you, his vision going white as he grunts your name and claims you with his hot ropes of cum spilling inside of you. He relishes in the feeling, the way you take all of him in a moment like this, moaning louder as soon as you feel that heâs coming along with you.Â
You continue to tremble, trying to come down from the way Joel has just turned your world upside down. You should have known - when Joel says something, he means it, and the way youâd just went higher than the god damned heavens just now proves it.
You let out soft, whimpering sounds as you lay there, body completely slack and feeling unable to even lift your head until you regain some composure.
âShitâŠâ Joel murmurs, concerned, his body wrapping around yours in a second. âYâokay, baby? You hurt?â
âN-no,â you croak out, trying to give him some semblance of a head shake. âJust⊠j-ustâŠâ
âSo fucked out fâme,â Joel teases, wiggling his eyebrows a bit as he feels the situation lighten. If you had the energy, youâd punch him on the arm, but you just groan in agreement. Joel laughs, nuzzling his nose onto your shoulder. âJust how I fuckinâ like it, means I did you like you deserve, sweetheart.â
âYou can say that again⊠I mean, fuck, Joel.â You giggle a little bit, finally feeling your senses coming back to you as you try to roll over.
âSay the same to you, so perfect fâme tonight, baby. Promise Iâll take it slow next time. Give you all the sweet stuff,â Joel laughs at his own words and you roll your eyes.
âYouâd better, Iâm gonna barely be able to walk for days, swear to God,â you scoff.
âJusâ means I get to take care of ya. My poor baby canât even walk,â Joel clicks his tongue, âCock jusâ too big fâya?â he teases, and you let out a disapproving noise, trying to squirm away from him in irritation, but he holds you even tighter. âJusâ admit it, sâokay honey. Not everyone can take it.â Joel says tauntingly, shrugging nonchalantly to add on to the teasing torture heâs lashing on you.
âYou know I can take it, Miller. Fuckinâ better than anyone,â you snip back, trying to turn away from him still, but Joel manages to scoop your body into his, spooning you now, crossing his arms tightly over your chest.
âDamn fuckinâ right,â Joel admits, giving up the charade. He kisses the back of your head, trailing them down to your neck. âMy perfect girl.â
âYours,â you echo back, snuggling your body into his and feeling so at peace you could nearly cry. This is where you were meant to be, right here in Joelâs arms. Always.
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