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stars-and-clouds · 1 year ago
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Astarion Romance Headcanons 🥀
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Side glances when you're besides him
Full on staring when you're not
Immediately looking away when you catch him
"You know the way he looks at you, don't you, soldier?"
His pinky itching towards yours when you're walking, wanting to hold your hand but unsure because, is it too much? Will you reject him?
His hands scrunching up your shirt tightly whenever you hug. He's always the last to let go.
You hold on longer and longer each time because he doesn't want to let go.
His kisses are tender and needy.
He likes the warmth of your hands.
Thinking of what tones will suit your perfume the best. He'll gift it to you after all this is over.
He'll sew the holes or tears in your clothes over the night and pretend he doesn't know what happened next morning.
When you move to kiss his cheek he will grimace in annoyance but lean in as you do it.
"Be careful around Astarion, (Tav). He's not serious about you.", the others will warn you. And Astarion will worry you'll heed their words more than his so he'll do so much to prove his love to you, not knowing that you already trust him (even if that is an objectively stupid thing to do lmao).
He started sleeping next to you from the moment you had sex but ever since you've entered the shadowlands, he ends up cuddling in the middle of the night. He misses the sun.
He likes kissing the palm of your hand or its back.
Likes to pack your bag before you leave camp.
"No one's ever going to love me like that again."
Ever since you told him that there's more to him than just beauty and sex, that he's hilarious, for instance, he finds ways to make you laugh. He loves it. He's started being a lot more sarcastic and makes more jokes just to hear your laughter. He'll never admit it, of course. Other than maybe when it's only you two.
Doesn't believe he will be able to love again if you let go of him.
"Don't be so nice to me." he says with round, needy and pleading eyes.
Thinking of ways he can show others you're together so others know you're not available.
Hiding his jealousy, terribly.
He will rip the throat out of anyone with malicious intent towards you.
"I will wait the whole of my life for you, Astarion." He doesn't believe it at first, but the longer you go on without sex the safer he feels and the more he wants you.
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He sometimes cries silently at night, wishing he could make love to you without it feeling so tainted. He wants it so badly, but his past experience prohibits it. The pain of wanting something and being unable to have it only because of himself is too much. He blames himself too sometimes. Wishing he could give you more.
"I don't mind waiting.", you'd say.
"I do. I can't have you, no matter how much I want you.", he'd say.
When you cuddle him sensing he's upset, he will bury his face in your neck to hide his tears. The smell of you is comforting.
Needing you everytime you're tender with him.
Getting aroused when you hug during a kiss.
Wanting to kiss your skin all over, to make you cry from pleasure as you bury your face in his neck.
Wanting you to hold on to him for dear life as you climax.
When he's finally comfortable enough and takes charge of his own sexuality, he'll be so needy.
Realising that the two nights he had sex with you were nothing compared to how good making love to you feels.
When you give up all control to him, letting him do to you as he wants, the pleasure is almost too much bear. The power he feels is palpable and knowing it is you who trusts him so much will drive him near mad.
He will lose control many times so you have a safe word.
You both think of the stupidest word possible as a safe word. Something that makes you both laugh when it's used.
He likes over stimulating you, making you beg and he'll kiss you to calm you.
"It's okay, you can do it, darling.", he'll say stroking you even further and kissing your tears.
"Does that feel good, my love?"
The more you beg the more he loves it.
He likes playing with your hands, holding them in his, touching your fingers, comparing them to his while you rest on his chest, still warm from him being inside of you.
Resting his head against your chest to hear your heartbeat.
Staring at your face and body intently. Taking in every little reaction you make and replaying them over in his head throughout the day.
Staring at you longingly when you're both with the squad, failing terribly at focusing in battle or conversation.
Getting aroused when you're covered in blood.
Seeing you fighting, in general, turns him on. The smell of your sweat, your rapid heart beat, the way your body moves, all of it now only reminds him of making love to you.
Telling you to say his name whenever he's feeling good and you'll chant it as you cum. He loves how it sounds from your lips.
Resting his forehead against yours as he's close to cumming.
"Look at me.", he'll command you.
He likes when your hands rake his hair, pull his hair, tug it whatever. That slight bit of pain arouses him. Better yet, if you bury your nails into his skin.
He likes to look at you falling asleep. It's such a gentle thing. How can someone so strong otherwise be so soft around him? Why him? Why did someone like you choose someone like him? He can't believe he has you.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/50833876/chapters/128419966 I am updating these hcs on my ao3, if anyone is interested!
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hinamie · 4 months ago
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domain expansion
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abessive-art · 5 months ago
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*Archives your Magnus*
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gherkinlizard · 7 months ago
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oh how indeed ezra... how indeed
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highly--distractible · 8 months ago
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Them! I love characters taking care of each other. One of the rare moments where Alastor relaxes enough not to bite Lucifer's hands of xD
Also Little follow up comic:
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And my sister pointed out that if Alastor actually walked away Lucifer would beg for forgiveness alskdfjakl;sdfjlk;saj;ldf
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lazycranberrydoodles · 1 year ago
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everybody go home. this is my magnum opus
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y0urnewhyperfixation · 4 months ago
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i too must join the renaissance
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scrimblyteetlez · 5 months ago
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RE-UPLOAD OF THE PEEPAW!! i deleted the other post pls dont perceive it 😭🙏 also extra pieces bc it’s been rotting in my gallery for months
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nonomives · 9 months ago
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So what if some of the Smiling Critters chose to side with Catnap out of survival
Call em the Midnight Disciples
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jestroer · 5 months ago
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Happy 25th Birthday Techno
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rxq-uelle · 2 years ago
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I'm sorry but can we talk about how cute this image is?
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Like Gamora's head on Peter's shoulder and Nebula looking so happy.
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arielluva · 11 months ago
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the eternity you seek
id in alt
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mblue-art · 10 months ago
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BAD SANSUARY // [14] tears for owl-bones's event !
"...Killer, it just looks like I have running mascara."
"it's such a look though."
messy kisses and post-nuzzles
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iooiu · 2 years ago
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good to know all casey jones’ are the same
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blueberrybeomgyu · 1 month ago
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୨⎯ "comfort person" ⎯୧ (cyj)
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+*:🤎:*﹤descrip. : comforting yeonjun!!
+*:🍓:*﹤content : smut, sub!yeonjun, domtendencies!reader
+*:🥞:*﹤warnings : 18+ mdni!!, cockwarming, there is absolutely no mention of a condom in this story i am so sorry please practice safe sex, dubious consent maybe but idk, yeonjun does slip into subspace here, intercrural sex, handjob for like 2 seconds, reader calls yj yeonnie, jjunie, and sweetie ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ
+*:❤️:*﹤word count : 2.1K
+*:🤎:*﹤masterlist
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Yeonjun’s having a hard week. You’ve been making sure he’s getting full nights of rest, but he still looks physically drained constantly. He just shrugs and shakes his head noncommittally when you ask him what’s wrong, so you stop asking and figure that he’ll tell you when he’s ready.
You still want to do whatever you can to help him, making him warm meals and washing his hair when he’s too tired to do it himself. Tonight, you’ve decided to keep him warm and cozy on the couch, bundled up in blankets while you guys watch his comfort movies. You check on him every so often, glancing at him. Sometimes he smiles, and very rarely he lets out a small chuckle, but it’s obvious he’s barely focused on the TV. The next time you look at him, his eyes are on the ground and he’s lost in thought.
“Yeonjunie?” You call out, and his eyes flick over to you like he forgot you were in the room. He looks so tired, it breaks your heart, so you slide a little closer to him and rub his back gently. “Would you like to do something else?” But you’re not really sure what you would do instead—you’ve fed him and ran him a warm bath already. 
Yeonjun shakes his head and mumbles, “This is fine, I’m sorry.” 
You shake your head as well, running your fingers through his hair and smiling when he melts into the touch. “You have nothing to be sorry for. We can do whatever you’d like.”
“Just wanna be close to you.” His voice is so soft and sweet, eyelids low and blinks slow, and his lips are fixed in a pout.
“Okay, we can do that.” You snuggle up closer to him. His skin is soft and scented from the bath, and you place a kiss against his neck appreciatively. His breath hitches, so you do it again and again until he’s breathing quickly. You stop and look at him when his hand comes up to grab your arm gently.
“I’m sorry, Yeonnie. Did I go too far?”
He shakes his head again. “It’s not that. I wanna be with you, I just don’t know if I can…” He trails off. It seems like he has more to say, but he doesn’t open his mouth again, so you work with what he gave you. 
“D’you want me to touch you?” 
He shakes his head, buries his face in your neck, and wraps his arms around your torso. “No, wanna hold you.” You hum and think in silence while rubbing his back again.
“We can try cockwarming, if you’d like,” you suggest. It’s come up in conversation before, something you two could do if you want to be intimate but aren’t physically up for sex, but you’ve never actually done it before. “Would you like that, sweetie?” Yeonjun’s hair tickles your skin when he nods. You smile, happy to be able to offer him some help. 
Per your request, he pulls his member through the fly of his loose boxers. The couch-side table has a drawer with emergency lube in it, so you pull that out while Yeonjun is getting himself settled. You lay in front of him, and he hides his face in your neck again as you slowly stroke his dick, getting it nice and wet. He makes little sounds, and his hips twitch, but he doesn’t move other than that. 
You don’t wanna leave the warm blankets to take off your clothes, so you lift your t-shirt up and pull your panties to the side. It’s a little bit of a struggle, but eventually, Yeonjun’s head pokes against your opening. You keep your leg draped over his hip, your knee pressing against the back cushion, and Yeonjun lets out a small whimper as you guide him in.
“This okay?” You ask once your hips are flush against his, and he nods again. You settle into all of the feelings—the soft scent of Yeonjun’s hair (he used your blueberry shampoo), the dim lighting from the movie still playing on the TV, the rise and fall of Yeonjun’s chest against your body—and everything is so tender and safe.
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The two of you stay like that for a while. The movie you had on has gone off, and another one auto-played. The volume’s low, lulling you into a dreamy state, and you almost fall asleep, but the sound of your own involuntary moan clears the fog from your mind. 
Yeonjun’s arms are wrapped around your body in what you previously thought of as a warm embrace, but soon realize is him holding you in place as his hips jerk into your own. His thrusts are uncoordinated and shallow, but they pull another moan from you as you feel his cock sliding against your walls.
“Jjunie,” you call out, but he doesn’t answer. His breath is quick and harsh when it hits your skin, and you realize he’s asleep. You run your hand through his hair again, and his head falls back weightlessly. His eyes are squeezed shut and his cheeks are puffy, proving your point. You mean to make a noise of endearment, but it comes out as a whimper as your walls flutter around him. You’re so wet you can hear it, and you figure you must’ve leaked a lot to accommodate the weight of Yeonjun in your cunt. 
His lips are still fixed in a pout, and you’re overcome with the need to kiss them, but he’s still a bit too far down. You settle for running your thumb across them and debate whether to wake him up or not. Part of you wants to let him sleep because you know how tired he is. Another part of you feels bad for him, wants to fuck him (and be fucked) properly, so he can actually get some rest. 
Yeonjun’s lips part from your touch, breaking the barrier that’s holding back his noises. His grip on your torso gets tighter, pulling you closer to him as small gasps and whines tumble from his mouth. His thrusts are harsher, shaking your body, but still shallow and awkward, and you can tell he’s getting frustrated by the way his eyebrows are furrowed. 
You decide enough is enough – the poor baby obviously needs your help. You reach your hand down to halt the movement of his hips. He’s flush against you, and still weakly trying to thrust, but you hold his hip in place and pepper kisses along his forehead. He seemingly gives up, hips settling for grinding against you. 
“Yeonnie,” you call out, swallowing down another moan and shaking him delicately. He stirs. “Wake up, sweetie.” Eventually his eyelids lift and his pretty eyes peek out, and you smile warmly at him. “Need help?”
He follows your eyes down to where your cores are connected, and even in the dim lighting you can see his face redden. His hips stop grinding into yours.
“Shit, ‘m so sorry.” His voice is thick with sleep and hushed from embarrassment. You giggle.
“That’s alright,” you say. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“Uh– I’m not sure,” he says, but his hips are twitching again. Your walls squeeze around him, and his eyes shut tightly. “I’m not…can’t hold myself up.”
“That’s okay. I can do all the work for you, Jjunie.” You hold his hips as you slide him out of you, and he lets out a breathy moan. 
“Oh, my,” you breathe out, because there’s so much liquid. Yeonjun’s cock is coated in the sticky, white fluid, a mix of your wetness and Yeonjun’s precum.
“Fuck,” Yeonjun breathes out. You look at him, and he looks up at you, but his eyes fall back down to the vulgar sight. The sight of his dick twitching, leaking more precum out of the tip, springs you into action. You lift up from the couch to hover above Yeonjun’s hips, giving him a few seconds to lay on his back. In the meantime, you slide your wet panties off. When he’s all settled, you straddle his hips and grind your wetness against his length.
“Mmh~ Y/N,” he moans breathily over the sticky, wet sounds, and his hands come to rest on your hips.
“Does this feel good?” You ask around your own breathless noises. 
“Y-yea, but I’m g-gonna cum.”
“Don’t wanna cum, Jjunie?” 
He shakes his head against the couch, roughing up his hair. “Wanna feel you again, w-wanna be inside you.”
On a different day, you might’ve made him cum like this then fucked him, but he’s in such a tender headspace, and you don’t wanna push him too far. You stop the movements of your hips and instead lean down to press a gentle kiss on his lips. He’s kissing you back immediately, and his hold on your hips tightens as he grinds into you.
You pull away from the kiss and say with a smile, “Thought you wanted to stop that.”
“Feels good, ‘m so hard,” he says. You move a little lower, straddling his thighs instead, and take his member into your hand. You stroke it a few times, slowly. His hips try to thrust into the touch, but your weight is holding him down. He whines in discontent.
“Y/N– please don’t t-tease me, I c-can’t take it.” 
You hum at that and kiss his cheeks in apology. You lift your hips and align his tip with your opening. You both groan when you bottom out, and Yeonjun nearly sinks into the couch cushions.
Yeonjun’s going to slip into subspace. You can tell from the way his eyes are already glazing over and his hands are laying uselessly by his sides. You lift them up to lay them by his head instead, and hold yourself up by pushing them into the cushion. His finger twitches, and you lean down to kiss it gently. 
“Gonna move now, okay, sweetie?” 
He nods, staring at you in wonder. You give him another smile and slowly lift your hips, sliding until his head is hooked on your entrance. You whimper at the feeling, but it goes unheard under Yeonjun’s breathy whine. You slide down again and build a pace.
“Fuck, you’re so warm and s-soft and–” His words fall off as your pace quickens. He’s so pretty, body rocking up and down against the couch as you bounce on his cock, and his hips buck up to meet you halfway. His eyes stay on you even though it looks like he’s struggling to keep them open, and his hands repeatedly ball into fists just to unravel. “So good, it’s so g-good, not gonna last long.”
You’re angling him to hit your sweet spot dead-on, and you’re not gonna last long yourself watching Yeonjun fall apart below you. He’s usually more composed to this, but he babbles the most when he’s in subspace, feeling so many emotions and needing to tell you, needing to let you know that–
“I’m gonna– cum, fuck, N/N, don’t stop, please, don’t–” Only then do his eyes squeeze shut, mouth hanging open and hips meeting you halfway as you send him over the edge. He’s still fucking up into you, even as his noises raise in pitch and his hips jerk from overstimulation, until you’re reaching your own high, moaning out praises just for his sweet ears. 
It takes every ounce of strength left in your body to not collapse on top of him. His hips are still twitching, and he whines as you slide him out of your heat.
“Are you with me, Yeonnie? Can you look at me?” You ask when his eyes don’t open. They flutter open prettily as soon as you ask, though. They’re still spacey, his mind still a bit far away, so you pepper kisses along his torso while he comes to. His fingers come down to tap on your thigh, grabbing your attention, and when you look up at him, he puckers his lips.
“Aw, you want a kiss?” You ask joyfully, so endeared by him, and you give him another gentle one since he’s still fragile. “Was that all okay?” You ask after pulling away, rubbing your thumb along his cheek. He nods. “Think you’re gonna need another bath?” You ask, ‘cause his boxers are soaked, and his skin is glistening with sweat, and you figure you’re in a similar state. He nods again.
“Okay, sweetie. Let’s go get you cleaned up, then you can rest, okay?” You help him out of his shorts and lead him to the bathroom. 
In the warm, soapy water, you scrub him off and give him a listening ear as he finally tells you how shitty his week has been, and how you helped him through it even if he was too drained to give you a proper thank you. He gives you one now, and you guys rinse and dry off before snuggling in bed, exchanging more sweet kisses, and drifting into sleep.
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a/n : my very first yj work yay!!! this fanfiction being released from the dungeon after being in my google drive for weeks :
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this story on ao3 :))
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neonbodyache · 2 months ago
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tis the season
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