#just a quick post on some boundaries!
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I absolutely adore your art
Your medic is also very lovely!đ°đ
Is there a possibility youâd like to be mutuals??
Why thank you, that's very sweet of you to say! I'm flattered and humbled you enjoy my art!!! đ°đ
So the thing is I'm a really anxious person and don't often follow those I don't know/haven't interacted much with. I don't expect follow backs from other artists I follow, they just happen naturally! I hope this doesn't discourage you or seem rude, and it's nothing you've said or done nor is it personal! I'm just very nervous around people/strangers online, and I tend to get intensely weary when something feels parasocial to me!
I also don't really follow minors much cuz I'm not really comfy with engaging with anyone under 18 in general. I act like a big brother or overprotective mama with my friends who are younger than me and I try to keep interactions minimal! If I'm unsure what age you are I am less likely to follow back (age or clarifying if you're an adult or minor in bios helps me)! My art blog is 16+ but I can't check every single person who wants to follow my blog, tho I trust that people can behave and be kind (unlike on tiktok where almost everyone is a bully towards artists ;-: it's a scary place)
I appreciate you asking tho it's very considerate of you! đđźđ
#just a quick post on some boundaries!#also that medic pic is messing with me đ#ask box#mod post#mod rants
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#not a perfect return to posting art#but fuck if my pettiness isn't a great driving force#lol about what snack??#some ole bullshit i saw on the whassit... insta or twitter#one of those two where âFaNsâ go to pretend they got no fucking manners#oOoOh you're a this that whatever artist because look you draw like this one OoOoh#fuck outa here#literally I'm gonna post going through my whole goddamn style rolodex#also?#personal art style is not as big a deal as some of these new/young artists think it is#like maybe in commercial or children's book illustration#since they look for a specific vibe#and you're doing yourself an artistic disservice by focusing so much on âcreating a personal styleâ#and this weird fucking self-imposed boundary of like appreciating how an artist renders this or that aspect of their drawing#because they think the plagiarism police are gonna SWAT them#like... it's pretty and you like it bcoz it speaks to you so#fucking just#try it out#try out that type of line weight#try out that color palette#try out that way of lighting a person or a scene#try it#listen everyone is out here being an aesthetic frankenstein's monster#the minute you try out xyz in your art it becomes âyour styleâ because how you interpret it replicate it will be#influenced (altered you could say) by how you draw#unless your ass getting paid to draw on model or your art lead's style or you wanna get on a show/game so you're cobbling a quick portfolio#but that's not this#also lol next mutation still got fans#my childhood nostalgia says hello#tw eyestrain
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god send the flood theyâre on twitter and tiktok calling people pleasing harmful manipulation and comparing icing in a cake to sexual assault. and theyâve got licensed therapists agreeing with them. no no, theyâve got licensed therapists making these analogies for them. i hope that man chokes on the next cake he bites into.
#like listen listen at first i was like#hmm he has a point if she specifically asked and he was like i want this this and this it makes sense heâd point it out at least#like so long as he was appreciative and whatever#but then i thought about it and him saying she said he embarrassed her in front of her kids#and how she kicked him out of her house#like that man definitely did more than just casually comment as he wants us to think#and it��s so interesting seeing these grown adults go feral talking about toxic r/s and manipulation and people pleasing#like IF he didnât do something horrible (doubt)#this is at most just a misunderstanding that could quickly be resolved if they both sat down and had a quick talk#also like he couldâve just said itâs great in front of guests and then later privately kindly point out that he loved it but was wondering#why she went with vanilla frosting instead of chocolate#like listen itâs ssoooooo picky i get it itâs so fucking stupid but it was his birthday and she did specifically ask#anyway fuck him and fuck everyone being horrible to her#like iâm on her side purely because of how insane people are acting#tag: i speakth#also he posted an update where he was like i apologized and she hasnât replied yet sheâs probably thinking of how to#and the woman who posted the screenshot to twitter was like âew iâd dump herâ are you insane#this is why theyâre all bitter over there nothing but egos and pride getting in the way and rudeness disguised as âboundariesâ#like yes yes boundaries exist and should be respected no duh but the way some of these people are just so damn rude#and wanna call it a boundary of theirs or just being honest or whatever like no youâre just rude#and thereâs a difference between being polite and people pleasing youâre all just genuinely stupid and keep trying to view the world in#extremes rather than spectrums we have severely regressed
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#quick minivent but uh after yesterdays mess im now officially completely done with being nice about endos oopsies#not that im going out of my way to be mean!! ofc not!! but if any of them tries to follow/talk/rb imma not be as nice with my boundaries#yeah someones harrassing the rest of my pack because i tried to point out theres a good reason people dont like/feel safe around endogenics#not cool! even when i was polite they STILL treated us bad! its no wonder some of the other pack members dislike that group!#not just because they compared something dumdum like syscourse to actual bigotry! now theyre making up bs and stalking vent blogs!#i tried to give the benefit of the doubt and be amicable i really did! but them calling a packmember something gross ruined that....im done#anyway i better get back to being the shining star of positivity before all these bad vibes cramp my style!#(might delete later)#btw im rblocking this post because i get a bad feeling theyre stalking me too and might try to start more problems if they can rb#and no blocking them wont stop them since we have reason to suspect theyre using an alt account to stalk our blogs
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QUICK NO ONE'S LOOKING
(See readmore for thoughts, cope, bonus, etc.)
Anyone else up thinking about Ratio's big, strong, secure arms and how warm and all-consuming they could be in a hug or embrace. :/ Anyway
I just wanted to draw them being cute and seizing a sliver of a moment where they could have some PDA silly time without actually having any eyes on them. They're public figures and working adults with very clear boundaries between public persona and private life (to varying degrees of "in a sad way"), so while it may be in Aventurine's nature to constantly blur lines for various agendas and self-preservation (read: play "the flirt" without an aligned goal), I believe that in an actual relationship they'd be fairly private.
It's kind of fun to break your own rules, though! Ratio would be more upset about the consequences, though. He's a little bit of a hypocrite, which is devastating for someone of such discipline, but nobody's perfect.
I'm of the mentality of, "If you're tired of working on it, then just post it!", so here are some fun peripherals that I didn't feel like adding:
Some staff in the background sweeping up to evoke a blended sense of fragile privacy and liminal time.
A laptop on the aquarium/bar/counter because there's something fascinating about seeing people on their work laptops in public.
The rest of their clothes (casual friday)
#hsr#dr. ratio#aventurine#aventio#ratiorine#my art#hsr fanart#there's nothing profound about this I just like drawing cute fluff. I'm having fun with my Gay Working Adults Romance#epic universe! still have to get on a conference call with ten people kind of thing#i'm always thinking about how both of them control the personality they convey very meticulously#how it's a survival mechanism for aventurine but some... other thing for ratio....#it's practicality and discipline and ideals.#it's also ''midnight on a sunday'' so i am going to schedule this to post at a ''normal hour''#and then ''go to bed''#what wip do i work on next. the answer is probably nothing i've already started#my art: hsr#aventurine doing his evil flirting thing to rile people up đ¤ ratio trying to ''be in character'' on the IPC broadcast and making his and#aventurine's work partnership ''seem blurry and messy''#= manufactured youtuber drama#they're going home and ratio's going to bake some fish dude!!!! aventurine is LLLLLLITERALLLYYYYY turning on the radio#and helping him peel carrots.#and most importantly#they are NOT googling themselves âź
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when the love and deepspace boys get jealous
warnings: pouty men, jealous xavier is a warning in itself, sorry if i mischaracteriseâŚ. and i also have favourites LOLL
characters: sylus, zayne, rafayel, xavier
link to master list here!
author notes: all i can think of is pouty rafayel and jealous xavier my brain is a melted goop of lnds brainrot⌠also sorry for not posting in a while i was on holiday!!
also quick reminder that i have requests open but 1. iâll get to them slowly and 2. please read my pinned post about rules!
more under the cut ~
out of the four men i think sylus is the least jealous - now let me elaborate that possessiveness and jealousy (in my eyes) are very different
if you talk to another man, sylus both trusts you and has enough faith in himself to know that no matter what the dude does, sylus is yours and youâre his
he trusts you 100%, without a shadow of a doubt. and this translates through his lack of jealousy when you spend time with other people
however, if the man even attempts to lay a finger on you, his tone becomes too sweet or his hand inches a bit too close and youâre getting uncomfortable?
you bet your ass sylus is interfering.
immediately shifts his body to create distance between you and the other party
he flashes a dangerous look at the other man, evol glowing dangerously as it whispers a small warning into the otherâs ear
âStay away and you get to stay alive.â
he seriously doesn't fuck around when it comes to your comfort and safety, and if he feels that another man is compromising it or pushing the boundaries it really ticks him off
when does sylus get jealous?
mostly when you start to spend less time with him and more time with others
itâs not as if as soon as you spend time with someone else he gets jealous, but if it causes you to start to ignore him/spend less time with him he gets jealous
when he gets jealous, he doesnât hide it at all
sylus isnât one to keep his feelings from you, so when you see his displeasured frown you know immediately something is up
he doesnât get angry or petty when jealous, he just makes it clear that heâs not happy with the division of attention
when you ask him whatâs up, he gives you the answer plain and simple
âGetting bored of me already? How come youâre spending more time with [âŚ] than me, Iâm jealous.â
his voice is slow and clearly unimpressed, crossing his arms as he looks you up and down.
luckily for you, heâs not hard to win over
spend time with him, even if itâs not active such as going out to restaurants or to one of his formal events
the two of you sitting in comfortable silence, him reading a magazine and you looking through moments, thatâs more than enough for him
heâs not opposed to displays of physical affection either, cuddling or kisses to his face - anything that tells him âyouâre mine/iâm yoursâ will satisfy him
just make sure not to spend TOO much time with the other person, otherwise sylus might seriously hunt them down
heâd never make you jealous on purpose, he had no interest in other women/men at all and respects you way too much to pull petty moves like that
when sylus accidentally makes you jealous, heâll definitely pamper you, spoil you with gifts and spend time with you
wanted to get the new limited edition plushie? heâll stay in the arcade with you until you get all of them. wanted a new game on steam? heâs bought both the game, all the dlcs and any in game passes and currency.
Somewhere at some point during the day he'll simply come clean about it, after all he's a straight forward man and he trusts you.
"I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't mean to make you jealous. Forgive me, please?"
tldr; sylus is a love sick loser that knows youâre equally in love with him as he is with you
here goes the award to the most composed LI - zayne gets jealous alright, not nearly as much as the coming two but he still gets jealous
it's not that he doesn't trust you, but watching you smile so brightly to the cafĂŠ employee or get a little too friendly with another doctor sets him on edge
if you're talking to male friends/giving them friendly hugs zayne's completely fine with it, he's happy to see you surrounded by people who care for you and for you to be happy too
at first it's hard to tell when zayne gets jealous, he has a poker face that would put lady gaga to shame
however, after a while you discover the few subtleties that give away his disgruntled state
for example, if you're talking a bit too excitedly or friendly to the barista - especially one you'd both met just today - there'd be a little crease in his forehead, his mouthwould be a fraction more downturned and his eyes a bit narrower as if he was squinting
or if you talk to him about a male colleague when you two were supposed to be out on a date, he'd definitely be jealous... however the only give away would be the faintest purse of his lips and twitch of his eyebrow
if you ask him if he's jealous he's going to deny it, he usually doesn't lie but when it comes to vulnerable emotions such as jealousy i feel he'd have difficulties expressing them
"Jealous? I'm not jealous, don't worry about me."
but then the right side of his mouth is twitching a little and if you focus hard enough he gives the impression of a kicked puppy, a very subtle hint of 'give me attention'
if you manage to learn the art of 'zayne expression reading' and finally notice that he's not 'lactose-intolerant-and-having-stomach-issues-causing-him-to-look-like-that' but in fact jealous, here's a few ways to heal your zayne!!
zayne specialists recommend a good dosage of subtle affections - e.g. bringing up one of his interests or reminiscing upon something you two did in the past, basically indicating to him 'hey, i still love you most in the world!'
he's a perceptive man and will pick up on what you're doing relatively quick, and his little grumpy face will relax back into the unconscious, soft smile he adopts when in your presence
if he accidentally makes you jealous, he makes sure you know more than anyone else in the world that he's yours and yours only.
reciprocates the small gestures such as holding your hand in public or introducing you to his colleagues
"Good afternoon to you too. I believe you haven't met [Y/N] before?"
and then he'll adjust his hand placement, sliding from patting your shoulder to gentle resting on the small of your back, a little intimate gesture that screams "I'm their partner."
makes sure by the end of the day he's got the message across, and at one point brings it up (even though you've basically forgotten what he did to make you jealous anyways)
"I didn't mean to upset you, [Y/N]. I love you only, no one else could replace you, I promise."
okay, yeah, we made it to jealous, pouty, bratty man territory
thereâs an evident gap between zayne level jealousy and rafayel level jealousy
donât get me wrong, rafayel would do anything you asked of him - partially because of his whole lumerian bond and also because heâs utterly whipped for you
does he love you? thatâs a stupid question to ask oh course he does⌠but does he truly trust you?
iâd like to think that rafayel (if he was dating you in this situation) is absolutely devoted to you and trusts you wholeheartedly, but in reality rafayel has deep engraved fears and uncertainties
he has a fear of being forgotten about, and likely (as a consequence of being forgotten multiple times) - the idea of being abandoned or replaced sends physical chills down his spine
so honestly, rafayelâs jealousy stems from the unwavering fear of being left alone, lost and forgotten againâŚ
the pain of being forgotten, itâs not something heâs willing to go through any more, causing it to be difficult to fully reassure him that youâre his.
on a more lighter, more playful level, rafayelâs jealousy would probably lay with animals - specifically cats and sea creatures
one day he finds that instead of lazing about with him indoors, that you were outside napping with a cat on your lap
if he wasnât so afraid of the cat concerned for your quality and length of sleep he wouldâve had a go at the cat as it smirked triumphantly at him, licking its paws as it rolls around in your lap.
when complaining later on he would be his usual, petulant self, pouting and crossing his arms, tilting his chin up etc
âI guess you prefer those furry monsters over a fishie like me, why donât you just leave me for one?â
to fix this petty brattiness is simple!
simply devote all your attention and affections to rafayel, as in when you two are alone and spending time together you can just pat his head or trace his beauty marks
heâll be pouting the whole time, but after a few pats heâll get embarrassed and his ears will go red as he says something like âIâm not a catâŚâ yet he still lets you pet him lol
rafayel especially likes it when you gently stroke at the roots of his hair, leaning into your touch a little every time you thread deeper into his hair
however, if you spend too much time with another man rather than rafayel, itâs a whole different type of jealousy/insecurity
heâs quiet, too quiet, and withdrawn
the situation was deeply confusing the first time around
itâs as if you ordered the wrong rafayel, what happened to his usual bratty and playful personality? this wasnât like all the other times.
unlike his childish display of jealousy when you were with the cat, this time he had a schooled expression, blank, a facade
his expression was eerie, youâd never seen him like this, so⌠emotionless seeming
rafayel, really, was emotionally detaching from the relationship - he still loves you oh my god he adores you so much heâd sacrifice everything he had for you, but the idea of you preferring that other person over him?
it sends him into panic, and all he (believed he) could do was numb himself, anticipate the leave or him getting forgotten
(am i projecting too much here⌠avoidant attachment rafayel believer and lover đđ)
if he withdrew from the relationship first, maybe it would hurt less being left again
of course you werenât intending to leave him, so how do you fix this?
well, as unhealthy as this may seem, spending less time with the new person and more time with rafayel really would be the only way i could think of making him feel better
saying things such as âRafayel I would never leave you.â can only provide him with short-term reassurance, after all how many times have you said that before and then still proceeded to leave him?
instead, caress him gently, give him time to feel safe in the relationship again. late night calls where you two fall asleep together or hold him in your arms as you two both sleep at night
this avoidant attachment style will, however, probably go when you two start dating, since in dating you rafayel has probably decided to let you into his heart and whole heartedly trusts you now :)
if rafayel accidentally makes you jealous, depending on the severity (again) hereâs what heâd do
if it was a simple thing (such as spending too much time with the shakes idk something more tame) heâd definitely tease you
âAwwh cutie? Getting jealous of the sharks? Donât worry, I prefer you over them any day.â
heâll have this smug ass grin that pisses you off, as much as it makes you love him too
rafayel will give you more hugs and gifts than usual for a while after, claiming itâs ânothingâ and that youâre âhallucinating thingsâ when you ask what heâs doing
really heâs apologising, but you donât need to know that
if he made you really jealous/upset heâll make is extremely clear to you that he belongs to you, his heart and will is yours
will become more clingy and affectionate with you (not that he does it on purpose infact heâs only showing his true desires more), forever. like, you get jealous? donât worry, literally for the rest of your life youâll know that rafayel is head-over-heels for you.
tldr: he needs a hug :( also i ended up writing way more than intended but im a rafayel lover, writer and if he has no stans left im dead
here he is, the most jealous and arguably possessive man in lnd.
xavier tries to hide it, but everyone knows that heâs yours, without a shadow of a doubt
we all saw what happened with jeremiah, donât make me pull out the receipts LOL. like jeremiah was just happy to finally see the girl xavier was lining over for centuries and xavier was already losing his shit đ
literally anyone talking to you too affectionately will tick him off, but xavierâs too sly to make it obvious
youâre talking to a doctor (cough zayne) ? xavier brings up some sort of old medicine they donât or asks about their speciality so you stop talking to them
talking to a protocore specialist? heâll all of a sudden be holding a textbook worthy protocore, worth the poor persons whole shop
a florist? heâs pointing at every flower and naming them, both common and scientific name.
âOh [Y/N], look at that flower. I believe itâs called a Lonicera periclymenum?â
*turns to face the clearly shocked and flustered florist with a polite smile*
âWell, maybe you know it as a honeysuckle, is that correct?â
after living for so long heâs learnt many things, and boy does he use it to his advantage
when xavier gets jealous, he doesnât expect anything from you, no no, this man is a service boyfriend if iâve ever seen one, he was MADE to please you
rather than thinking âoh you donât like me anymore iâm so upsetâ he thinks âi need to serve and show you iâm yours.â
do you like sweet things? heâs buying you chocolates of all kinds, if thatâs not your jam heâs got pastries, or candy, or fresh fruit, maybe everything in a little gift box
prefer savoury foods? heâll cook you a meal that he knows you like (even if you donât trust the food) heâll practice making it until you like it
if you talk about another person when youâre one on one with him, heâll do little things to get your attention, maybe bite your finger softly or tuck hair behind your ear, little fleeting touches and such
cheeky little grins and conversational diversions such as 'Oh? What about you, how did you do in the exam?' or 'What were you buying in the supermarket?' - more ways of saying "i'm yours, don't forget"
but if you wanted to reassure xavier, physical affections such as cuddling and kisses can win him over
nap with him for a few nights (really he forgave you the first night, he just pretended to be grumpy with you for a while longer for more naps) and heâll be satisfied (for now)
âCome cuddle with me starlight, Iâve still not forgiven you.â
(heâs lying, he forgave you like a week ago)
likes it when you play with his hair when you two cuddle - now this makes me want to write abt how the men cuddle lol
if he accidentally makes you jealous itâd probably be when the two of you are on a mission and he flirts with another woman to easily progress through a mission
the two of you are in the hotel room and youâre sulking in the bed, turning away from him and clearly displeased
xavier knows youâre jealous, and can only huff out an amused breath - he doesnât like that youâre feeling bad but heâs happy that youâre jealous⌠means you like him as much as he likes you!
he gently walks over to the bed, shifting onto the duvet beside you and reaches out to touch your shoulder - making sure youâre okay with him touching you
if you let him, heâll lie down next to you and slowly wrap his arms around you, spooning you from behind as he slowly kisses the top of your head
slipping your shirt down to just below your shoulder, he gives the skin of your back gentle kisses as he apologises
âIâm sorry, it was for the mission. Iâve only ever loved you, so please donât be angry.â
and then he nuzzled into your back until you finally cave in, twisting around and hugging him back.
heâll be seriously apologetic about it though, and in the future avoid such intimate forms of gathering information even *if* you told him it was okay
AN; i got way too carried away with rafayel ANYWAYS hope you enjoy and now i want to write smaller hcs on how the men cuddle lolol
also this isnât proofread no beta we die like caleb ig
#â§âş writing#love and deepspace#lnds#lnd rafayel imagine#lnds rafayel#rafayel x you#lads rafayel#love and deepspace rafayel#rafayel love and deepspace#rafayel x reader#lnd xavier imagine#lnds xavier#xavier x mc#lads xavier#xavier love and deepspace#xavier x reader#xavier x you#lnds zayne#zayne x you#lads zayne#zayne love and deepspace#zayne x reader#sylus x you#sylus qin#lnds sylus#lnd sylus#love and deepspace sylus#sylus imagine#sylus x reader#l&ds sylus
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UNMATCHED
A/N: it's been like 6 months since i last posted something and honestly, i haven't even written anything, things are very shitty these days but i felt the motivation to write this quickly after watching 'tell me lies' and 'rivals' these past weeks so here we go! if student-prof type of fics are not your thing then don't read it
WORD COUNT: 2.6k
WARNING: age gap, student-professor relationship
SUMMARY:Â Harry is very strict about staying away from students as a young and handsome professor, but there is one person he can't get out of his head and a Christmas party brings an unexpected turn.
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Harry hates these type of parties, mostly because he canât imagine inviting dozens of students into his home, his private space, have the roam around and spend an entire evening with them, talking and pretending like they arenât just trying to get a better grade at the end of the semester with their too friendly behavior. Or, in his case, some girls try to push the boundaries and flirt with him, hoping to hook up with him.Â
He is not stupid. He has heard students whisper about him several times, he notices the heart eyes when he is talking in class and he has gotten several phone numbers on papers since he started his PHD studies and started teaching last year. His friends teased him about being the heartthrob of the faculty, but he didnât think it would actually happen and to this extent. To avoid any possible scandals, not that he planned to make any, he has put on quite a rigid mask towards the students to scare them off from even trying, though that hasnât stopped some of them from wanting to shoot their shot.Â
He wouldnât have come to this party, he would rather be home and continue his research thatâs still not even close to being done, but Professor Bradford, or Stella as she requests Harry to call her, is the only person he gets along with in the faculty. She is 18 years older than Harry, but still younger than the rest of the old men who have been teaching here since probably before the declaration of independence was signed. Those men are the reason younger people donât like classic literature anymore, with their outdated ways of teaching and unwillingness to bring something modern into their lectures they are scaring the new generations away. But not Stella. She is one of the reasons Harry went into his PHD and now he gets to work with her. He couldnât just reject her invitation for her annual Christmas Party she holds for her students and some colleagues.Â
Now he is standing by the wall, drinking mulled wine and just gritting his teeth, trying to calculate how early is too early to leave. A couple of girls have already tried to chat him up, they like to circle him, leave him almost no room to escape and then make him talk about school stuff, but then they slyly bring up personal things, hoping to break his usual character, but he sees through them always.Â
Harryâs best friend, Niall always teases him that he should just give in and have fun with one of them. His morals are a lot looser than Harryâs, thatâs for sure.Â
Just as he is about to look for the bathroom, not to use it but to hide for a bit, another group of girls spots him and he can already feel his skin crawling as they approach him from down the hallway. He is quick to assess the situation, but he realizes he has no chance of fleeing before they reach him.Â
âProfesor! So good to see you here!âÂ
And here we go.Â
It goes the same, they are extremely nice and inquiring about his plans for the next semester and then suddenly they are talking about summer and Harry knows they are moments away from asking what heâll be doing once the school year is over. One of the girls is talking about going to Italy on a yacht and the others chime in with their own ridiculously over the top plans while Harry is avoiding to even look at them, his eyes roam around the other guests.Â
Thatâs when he sees her.Â
Just down the hall he can peek into the kitchen and there she is, with a boy Harry assumes to be her boyfriend. Heâs seen them around campus the past few weeks, he even waited for her after Harryâs class and saw them walk away together as he fought the way his stomach churned every time.Â
Since the moment she walked into his class at the beginning of the semester Harry has been feeling like he is losing his mind. Whether it be the way she laughs with her friends before class or focuses with undivided attention as Harry explains something by the board, or says hello every time she passes him in the cafeteria, Harry canât stop thinking about her for days after even though he knows such feelings should be banned from his mind when it comes to a student. Every time he catches himself thinking about her he wants to throw himself out the window, but he still canât fight it. Thereâs something in her that draws him in and swallows him whole and itâs not just the looks. Unlike a lot of students who take his classes for easy credits or to drool after him, she is there to learn as much as she can and sheâs had the most brilliant thoughts on certain subjects Harry has ever encountered, making him almost jealous he wasnât the one to think about them.Â
She is⌠unmatched. And forbidden, but impossible to ignore. Sheâs been his vice for months.
From where he stands it appears she is having a fight with said boyfriend, her always cheerful expression is now rather upset and confused while the boy seems to be over the conversation, almost irritated by her, dismissed. Harry tries to appear not too obvious about watching them, but he is also way too fixated on her to ignore whatâs happening just down the hallway.Â
He glances away just for a few seconds, but the next time he looks back he sees the boy stomping away, irritated, while she is left there, pulling on her coat before disappearing through the backdoor, swallowed by the darkness of the unlit back terrace.Â
And before Harry could stop himself, he is already moving.
âExcuse me girl,â he mumbles disorientedly as he slips out of the small circle.Â
He places his glass to a nearby table and then grabs his own coat from the wardrobe in the hallway before making his way outside. After her.Â
The moment he steps out into the cold a short sense of realization washes over him that he definitely shouldnât be here, that he is crossing a line, but then another voice in his head tunes it out, convincing him that he is just making sure she is okay and thereâs nothing wrong with that.Â
Stopping by the door his gaze rakes through the terrace, but he doesnât see her, until she spots her slouched form sitting on the bottom of the stairs leading out to the lawn. He hears her sniffling, but she hasnât acknowledged his presence yet, if she noticed it at all. Thereâs a couple of moments of hesitation on his end, he can hear the rational side of him screaming somewhere in the back of his mind, telling him to turn around and just walk back inside, yet he still finds himself moving towards him and then that voice is silenced.Â
âEverything alright?â Harry asks from the top of the stairs, but he startles her so much that she jumps to her feet and backs away a few feet. Thatâs when he sees her tearful eyes and red nose.Â
âS-Sorry, I donâtââ
âHey, itâs all good. You didnât do anything wrong. Just checking in.â
She squints her eyes at him and thatâs when he realizes she must not even see his face since the light is coming right behind him. So he walks down the stairs and then finally his face is lit and realization settles in her eyes.Â
âOh, Professor Styles. Hi.â
âHello Y/N. Are you okay?â he asks again, to which she just chuckles bitterly.Â
He canât miss that even with tears running down her cheeks and her eyelashes stuck together, she looks so fucking beautiful it baffles him. He has to fight the urge to reach out and touch her tear-soaked cheeks.Â
âUm, yeah, everything is⌠perfect,â she scoffs, reaching into her pockets, probably looking for tissues, but finding none so Harry grabs one from his inner pocket, handing it over to her, her fingers brushing against his for the shortest second as she takes it and then itâs over, but his skin keeps tingling.Â
âThanks,â she mumbles before drying her face as much as she can. âIâm good. JustâŚâ She looks at him and changes her mind. âAh, wouldnât want to bore you with my nonsense personal drama.â
âDrama is never boring, have you learned nothing in my class?â he jokes and it actually makes her laugh.Â
âThis drama is not worthy of being taught in class though.â
âI bet some of the big names thought the same thing upon writing what we read in class these days.â
âSo youâre saying I should write about how my boyfriend is fed up with me because I told him something he did hurt me?â
âThat sounds like something I bet a lot of people would want to read about,â he smiles and when she mirrors it, he can feel his chest expanding. Somewhere way too deep in his mind an alarm goes off, but it quickly becomes one with the void and all he can think about is her. âActually I can think of a few great pieces that are about similar topics.â
âReally?â
âYeah, believe it or not, youâre not the first one to experience this.â
The way she looks at him is setting him on fire. The mixture of sadness, tiredness and gratitude towards his attempt to cheer her up is still making her glow in a way Harry has never seen before on any woman.Â
âDo you mind analyzing one for me right now?â
âIâd be happy to.â
The party is completely tuned out for the two of them. First they actually talk about a novel, but soon it turns into sharing their favorite books and authors, their guilty pleasure reads, recommendations for each other and even more personal bits Harry would never share with a student, but Y/N is the exception.Â
They have no idea how much time passes as they stand outside and Harry ignores how the cold starts to sting his fingertips even in his pockets, because he knows that if they go inside this bubble will pop and he is too selfish to let that happen just yet.Â
When thereâs a short silence Harry notices that she is probably slipping back into what happened earlier and when she looks at him again he already knows she is about to share.
âI gave him a chance and explicitly told him not to fuck me over, because I canât deal with that again. But all he has been doing is manipulating to believe that Iâm always in the wrong.â
âItâs impossible for you to always be in the wrong.â
âI know. Well, part of me knows, but then I always go back to thinking that he is right, I must have messed up something.â
âThat just proves that you have self-criticism, that you donât just think everything you do is perfect.â
She sighs and looks away, her gaze distant as she battles herself inside her head, a feeling Harry knows very well, unfortunately. It doesnât sit right with him that she is visibly struggling because of an immature guyâs untreated problems. She deserves so much more, but how can he tell that without crossing a line?
âGive it some time and youâll see it clearer. Use your critical thinking on his actions as well, not just yours and donât settle for less than your worth.â
âYou think I did that?â she asks, eyes jumping back to meet his gaze. âYou think I settled for less than my worth?â
Thereâs more behind her eyes than the words she said out loud and he is torn, because he can feel himself being pulled in more than ever, like she just opened the door the slightest and he has the chance to slip in. Itâs the first time he senses something on her part and after all the yearning he is eager to take the chance.Â
âI think you deserve a lot more, Y/N. Youâre brilliant, bright and give so much to others, you should get the same amount if not more back. If someone canât see that, then they donât deserve you.â
For a second he wishes he didnât say a thing, he regrets crossing the line and he fears her reaction, but thenâŚÂ
Then he forgets everything. Because she is kissing him.Â
It happens fast, one moment she is staring up at him with doe eyes, the next her lips are crashing against his, her hands grabbing onto the lapels of his coat. He barely recovers from the shock when she is already pulling away.
âI-Iâm so sorry, I d-didnât mean to, I justâOh my Goââ
Her stammering is quickly cut short when he kisses her, his hands holding her jaw to angle her face perfectly and while her kiss was closed, rushed and panicked, this one is different. He is quick to beg for her to open her lips so he can explore as much of her as humanly possible, he is letting all the passions loose that heâs been locking up these past months and when she returns it just as eagerly it just pushes him even further.Â
They inch back to the wall of the house and when he pins her against it a moan slips past her swollen lips, completely maddening him.Â
âFuck, Y/N,â he breathes against her lips, kissing her jawline, savoring the sweet taste of her skin thatâs supposed to be cold, but itâs actually burning. For him.Â
He keeps one hand on the side of her neck, the other one digs into her hip through her coat and she keeps pushing against him, while her hands wander under his coat, they are on his waist, back and when they move to his lower stomach, brushing against his belt, something snaps inside him.Â
But before he could completely lose his mind the backdoor opens and he quickly sobers up, pulling her farther away from the corner so they canât be seen.Â
â...and that was actually crazy,â a girl speaks up, oblivious to how Harry has Y/N pinned against the wall just a few feet away. They are both breathing heavily, but she has her face buried in his shoulder while he covers his mouth with a hand, adrenaline racing through his veins.Â
âAh shit, Iâm out of cigarettes,â another girl says.
âMm letâs get out of here then. I think Max said they are having a little party as well.â
âOkay.â
Then the door opens again and the voices disappear, but reality hits Harry hard in the head.
He slowly pulls back, enough to look at her face and when he sees her swollen lips and slightly smeared mascara he almost combusts.Â
Because he wants nothing more than to take her, right here and then everywhere else in the world, but he also realizes what he just did and this time his rational side wins.Â
âFuck,â he gasps as he jumps back, cupping a hand over his mouth.
âI wanted itââ
âY/N, stop!â he cuts her off. âFuck, this was a mistake.â
âBut I wanted it! You didnâtââ
âI said stop!â he barks and she shuts her mouth right away. âThis shouldnât have happened.â
And before she could protest again or worse, kiss him again, he is already storming back inside, across the house towards the front door.
âHarry! I havenât seen you all night!â Stella catches him, but he just wants to get as far away from this house and from Y/N as possible.
âIâm sorry, I need to go. Iâll talk to you later,â is all he manages to say before he is already out the door.
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You know what idea has always ENCHANTED ME?
Ever since I saw it on a sci-fi show?
The Deadly Magical House That Loves Youâ˘. See, it's a house that has become something MORE. Gained sentience. And? Instead of acting out some cheap horror movie jump scares? It digs deep to its foundations, thinks long n hard, and decides on what it WANTS.
And it WANTS?
To be a HOMEâ˘.
To TAKE CARE OF somebody. Have LIFE in its halls. Meals at its tables. Joy and laughter bouncing across its walls. So? It lays a trap. Lures people in.
Come live in me~
I am a good home.
I am Free! I am "Safe". I will give you whatever your heart desires.
I care not for morality or laws. Boundaries or taboos. Do you desire? Come, come, be HAPPY~! Live in me! Relax here! Forget about the world beyond these walls. Anything I can not give you, I can bring TOO you! This is a Happy Home.
But, of course, such sentience and pushiness terrifies. People run and flee in horror. The house getting more aggressive. Trying to hold tighter. After all! If they would just STAY for a while, they would SEE! It's so LOVELY here! The would LOVE to live inside them!
But... instead?
They are hurt.
Doors smashed open. Windows broken to escape. Furniture thrown. Their avatar, Jeeves, bashed with heavy things. Why... WHY?! They are only trying to HELP! To LOVE them! Be a good HOME! They grow more and more run down. Starved. Wrathful.
It is, of course, their Obsession. To be a home. They are so very hungry.
When? Who should come along?
But the depressed AF Ghost King! He's been... not TECHNICALLY kicked out. But "things are tense" kicked out. He's tired. His college courses are remote. He can't really AFFORD rent. And everything is just...
He's TIRED.
He wants to cry.
Why... why can't he have ONE good thing? ONE sign everything's gonna be alright?
"Free House!"
Well... I mean... that IS a literal sign. Huh. He flies down. The house notices him. Tries to look as enticing as it can. And? Gasp! I... It's WORKING? This one seems INTERESTED? Quick! Flowerbeds! Look at my flowerbeds! Ooooh, lovely floooowers! A.. and there's probably really nice wood flooring! C'mon. C'moooon!
Danny? Sees a free Lair. Not too far from both Gotham AND Metropolis. Good location. Needs a little fixing up. But I mean... you can't beat free, right?
Is he really gonna do this?
......fuck it. Yeah, let's do this. First house time. He's just glad he carries a sharpie on him most of the time. Scribbles "Sold!" Over the sign then calls Jazz. He's... kinda not sure WHAT he's supposed to pack?
Finds out, post move in, whoop. Sentient Lair. Clingy, clingy, highly desperate sentient Lair. Oof. Guess fixing up the place can be therapy for both of us. Jazz helps.
The house heals. He falls into a routine. Schoolwork, hang out in the garden or the observatory, meals FaceTiming friends or watching videos, naps whenever he wants them. It's... it's so peaceful. Quiet and soothing to his agitated and worn down soul. Like a balm.
House gets him whatever he needs. They're kinda awesome like that. Always seems to have room to fit this or that. He doesn't question it. His brain figuring it works on Zone logic.
He probably SHOULD have.
Because? Things have been going missing. At a slow, steady, pace. Food, technology, entertainment. A building that shouldn't BE there, has been spotted in a wealthy county just outside of Superman and Batman's two cities.
No one can get near it.
It's been getting BIGGER.
Growing, like a tumor, room by room. Floor by floor. The gardens creeping like kudzu, to swallow everything in their path. Yet delivery drivers drop things off. Things they don't remember. On trips they don't recall. People are scared.
Amateur detectives have managed to discover some sort of starlit fae that lives there, along with a human boy.
Justice League Dark has been called in. Are currently standing just outside the slowly creeping property line. A garden statue just hissed at them. The trees are trying to throw acorns. A hushed argument has already broken out. How do they contain the house?
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Instincts
[ Astarion x f!Reader/Tav ] | ao3 link
rating: explicit |Â word count: 3.7k | status: complete themes/tags: vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, creampie, feelings realization, denial of feelings, light angst at the end, you know the sex scene after the tiefling party?, yeah so this is it, with astarions pov, already catching feelings smh, smut is halfway through, just skip to after all early dialogue
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Little did he know that evening, that was the beginning of his simple plan crumbling apart.
In other words: Astarion has been struggling to balance century-long instincts with newfound feelings, an undeniable connection. He carries out his simple little plan as intended, but meets complications he didn't quite expect. ----------- A/N: so i hung up my cod medals of honor to write this.. i've been playing for a month now. originally posted without proofreading, but its now edited for grammar and some terms -----
It was hard not to have fun around you.
Something of a child-like giddiness would buzz through his nerves whenever you sauntered over, his marbled red eyes wouldn't dare to miss a beat of the vision you were. Swaying hips and that deceivingly coy face. Of course, you were strikingly beautiful â a wickedly delectable sight â but that wasnât the only source of his carnal anticipation.
It was just you, the enigmatic little thing you were.Â
Admittedly, Astarion believed he had read you like an open book the moment he laid eyes on you. It was an instinct of his: gathering a cerebral repository of notable ticks and body language, facial twitches, and octave changes in those around him. Watchful, constant observations.
He had chalked you up to a sort of stoic character at first. Graceful, to a degree, in your manner of subtly balancing the world around you. A stable composure, quick and quiet without brash or idle chatter.. unlike that Gale. You were a less flagrantly repulsive hero-type crafted in his mind â but he had still expected you to be oh-so predictable with a shallow drive for self-emaciating âjusticeâ. Whereas the others wore their baggage like a garment, you held your cards close to your chest â like a chameleon suddenly thrust into the spotlight.
Yet the sun rose and fell two or three times around the wilderness of Elturel, when he found himself pleasantly contradicted. He normally didnât dedicate much attention towards someone he believed he so easily pegged, but his interest began to pique. Just enough to leave him sitting with an edge and a consuming desire to peer in closer.Â
Maybe it was the way your mouth twitched into a quiet smile during his verbal antics on the road or the firm passiveness you held from the blighted village to the drama of Emerald Grove; an intoxicatingly confusing blend of traits you harbored. The closer he watched you, the less blurred you became. You didnât fear being authentic and enforcing boundaries to those who attempted to use you â but you werenât cruel; you met the world around you just as it was, without discrimination. No unnecessary harm, no free handouts either.Â
Or perhaps it was your sarcastic remarks that stirred what little glee he had in him; an especially delicious and refreshing insight into your humor. While he could care to give a critical note or two on your lack of blatant cruelty, Astarion respected your compelling demeanor; he witnessed how all these companions turned their eyes so frequently to you with decision.
But what he did know for sure was the eye contact.
Gods, the first time your heads swiveled mid-strife and your gazes locked with a rich crackle â the memory alone was enough to stupefy him! Something strange stirred, something that didnât sit comfortably. He didnât know  what to make of it.
With all this said, that same sensation boiled inside his stomach as he mulled over his every interaction with you. He recalled that moment of midnight â when all was still and you had caught him prepared to taste your throat. Your wary stare pierced through him, washing away briefly the desperate pangs of blood-thirst and left him feeling.. nervous.Â
Ugh, how he despised the feeling.Â
He was sickened when all those ledgers of observations caved in on himself, caught in his pale throat. He had taken such an overwhelming liking to you â to the extent, he had realized, that he was drawn to your guidance, your approval; a repulsive frustration at the time enough to coil through his cold veins. Without much to say, however, he was adamantly relieved when you conceded and soon regularly allowed him to drink from your slender neck.Â
His trail of thoughts glossed over your stifled grunts onto the following morning: when you came to his defense as everyone felt the need to chime in with their unfettered prejudices. And how his ease, his excitement around you became persistently potent â a fresh energy that filled him as you spurred on his teasings and whims. Astarion noticed your subtle release of your ever-strong walls, just enough so he could relish in your humor and affable side.
There was always a hesitation at doting on the sensation that rose inside him at these thoughts of you. He surmised he was merely back in the practice; where he spun honeyed words and charmingly guile eye contact, to wrap his target around his finger. Any little edge of control he could grasp onto, the familiar taste of influence he used to know so well. These habits of two hundred years were kicking in. Heâd play the part and â sooner or later â this eagerness to please would be reversed onto you.
Whether it was his own willful denial or the culmination of fateâs ever-spinning thread, the first crumble began the night of the tiefling party.
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Cool and clear was the star-freckled night. Everything was too merry for him: the wide-toothed grins of the tieflings, sharp strums of the lute, the chatter. Even the wine was downright awful, pungent and tart like vinegar.Â
Astarion wouldâve normally indulged in his bitter mood, but it was the sight of your drunken smile that diffused his prior desire to complain.
How interesting, he thought as his eyes lapped up your squinted grin and eased laughter. It was helplessly infectious to see you so earnest, casually prattling on in conversation throughout the camp.Â
Red eyes followed while you made your rounds, encouraging the tieflingâs dancing lights spell and conversing with the bard. Astarion even raised a brow at the playful expression that washed over your face as you spoke to the hulking druid by the name of Halsin. When you strolled over to Shadowheart and he caught that carefully provocative glint in the raven-haired clericâs eyes â a chord of jealousy grew taut inside his chest.
He had half the mind to feel insulted that you hadnât wandered in his direction yet, but that was quickly dispersed when he noticed you dismiss yourself and head towards a wooden crate near the riverfront.Â
Almost like a shadow, Astarion swept in your direction. Whether it was to merely take in your smile up close or to put his plan in motion, he settled on the latter. You were rifling through the crate that held what could barely pass as wine, muttering a quiet curse about the little tiefling probably pocketing a bottle or two.
âHereâs my little treat with her cheeks all flushed,â the words dripped from his mouth with a sweet cadence. âYou will come to my bed tonight, wonât you?â
You swiveled at the sound of his voice, raised brow accompanying your hazy smile. The influence of wine lowered your usual wariness, and he caught the realization flutter across your face; there was no constitution in attempting to act reserved, especially with the rapport you two had grown. Amusement was written all over your face, hardly concealed â you had decided to play along.
âA little treat? You can do better than that.âÂ
âOh, I certainly can. It would be my pleasure.â
He leaned closer, half-lidded eyes darkening and breath heavy with a mischievous delight. You watched him expectantly, reveling in what would pour from his lips.
âHow about this one,â he loosened his posture, as if you both were stowed away from the entire world instead of dawdling along the outskirts of the shoddy camp. âAll these accolades from the tieflings are nothing compared to the sound of my name, cried from your lips.â
Astarion watched the smile further spread across your soft lips, the wickedly sweet crinkle in your eyes while you crossed your arms. An exhilaration rose underneath his suave demeanor, even the bemused snicker invigorating.
âIs that the best you can do?â came your quick quip.
âHmm, let me give it another go,â his voice was thick with arousal, a hungry glint in his eyes. âEvery part of your perfect body whispers temptation â itâs as if the Gods made you just to ruin me.âÂ
His words clung to the air for a moment. The deliberate onslaught of poetic pleasantries laced with such ardent lust, the hum of the wine â Astarion studied your face swirling in thought. Heat had built up from the lower half of your body up to your cheeks, a quiet neediness wavering in your stance and threatened to boil to the surface of your skin.
Gods, you were thinking, it had been the longest time and youâve been touch-starved.. more so under the urgency of all the trouble you had been thrust into. You never trusted a pretty boy, but you'd be damned if his flowered prose didn't stir something in you; you had never been the subject of such pursuits, real or not. Desire rushed through you, coiling in your stomach.
There was a beckoning in his eyes as they clutched onto yours, imporing you to draw closer, and his boyish features were even more alluring when caressed by the moonâs glow. However, you couldnât bring yourself to trust those flowery words. They were tinted with an air of rehearse.
âDid these really work on Cazadorâs targets?â
âWell, theyâre working on you, arenât they?â
A mild bashfulness buzzed through the warmth on your cheeks, as you couldnât really deny it.Â
âHow about if I said these little words⌠everyoneâs favorite,â Astarion continued, pausing for effect.
âI love you.â
Sly amusement colored his face. He had succeeded in riling up the intrinsic urge, no matter how much you tried to conceal it. How adorable you were when your gaze fluttered briefly.
âHaving fun, are you?â you observed, smile holding on your lips.
As he had mused earlier, he was. It was hard not to whenever around you. Â
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Festivities settled down, the entire camp fast asleep once the wine crate had emptied and bellies were full. Only the chittering of crickets could be heard amongst the trees.
The forest, usually dressed in potent darkness, stilled beneath the moonlight. A serene, subtle beauty of the night â one Astarion was very accustomed to knowing, to living . He had done this so many times it had become second nature â the salacious rendezvous, the secrecy and fleeting thrill of them all.Â
He had contemplated before, the image of you melting in the throes of pleasure. He wondered whether you preferred his hands gentle or rough, what sounds would dribble from your lips â if they sounded as sweet as you tasted.Â
Though nothing could prepare him for the reality, which far surpassed fantasy; the pretty little thing you were, bare figure caressed by the lowlight, slowly making your way towards him.
âThere you are. Iâve been waiting.â
You offered him a coy smile, cheeks still warm and rosy. An ache rushed between your legs at the sight of him sauntering forward, his well-formed broad physique. Lean, yet muscular â and the soft details of his appearance; the crease of laughter lines, the curl of his lashes. Just the anticipation of it all served enough to make you wet.
âWaiting since the moment I set eyes on you. Waiting to have you,â he leaned closer, desire coating every syllable.
âYou donât have me yet,â you matched the pulse of his words, emanating a playfulness to goad him on further.
Greedy lips suddenly met yours, and you were pressed against the tree trunk. His palms gripped the back of your thighs, swift dexterity almost catching you off guard. You instantly melted, like a puddle, in his grasp; your soft lips just as eager, skin aching and impatient for his touch. You never realized how sensitive you were, how truly touch-starved until you fought the gasp that escaped your throat.
Astarion didnât waste a beat, carefully laying you onto the grass below while he drawled slow kisses along the curve of your neck. Fervent yearning permeated from your skin; you wanted more, and he was prepared to give you everything .
He drank in the sight of your arousal, eager to please you yet potently roused from the position he was in: you were such a delectably pretty thing sprawled beneath his weight, completely bare and vulnerable. Wide eyes bashfully beckoning him to just taste you.
âPart those precious legs for me, beautiful.â He directed, his voice less of a growl this time â instead more sweet. Soft.Â
You could feel your face heat up further at his words, following his command without hesitation. Tender hands trailed along the soft skin of your thigh, his intense eyes briefly leaving yours to watch his fingers lingered over your folds â you were glistening with slick , fevered arousal.
âOh my, youâre already so wet for me.â
His voice was almost a whisper now, as a keen excitement rushed through his veins. A twitch pressed against his briefs, his cock already hard and eager especially when his eyes darted towards your rosy. So willing, ready to indulge his every whim. For a moment, he settled in your vulnerability â a sight he didn't expect to see. You were always full of such delicious surprises.
He shook the thought from his mind, allowing a sly smile to return to his lips.
âWho knew you were so needy?â
Your cheeks flushed, timid lips scrambling to form a defensive retort before he slipped two fingers inside. Only a quiet gasp left your mouth as your soaking warmth struggled to adjust, tightening around his digits. You were barely able to comprehend the words he said, instinctively bucking your hips.
â Astar ..â your breath hitched before you could even finish, when his fingers began a slow pace. Teasingly slow, you would beckon, but there was nothing you could even fathom whispering anymore. Your walls began to clench, eager to receive his unwavering attention.
Hums of pleasure pulsed through your every nerve, rapidly as he fastened the curling pace of his fingers. Every hitched and quiet whimper encouraged him, his palm soaked with your slick. He relished the sight of your round breasts rising and falling feverishly, your heat clenched around him â his cock further hardened, precum no doubt pooling on the fabric of his briefs.Â
All you could manage was to focus on the pleasure mounting between your legs, thighs now quivering with anticipation. His thumb slid up to your swollen clit, never breaking pace, to draw teasingly slow circles. He adjusted his weight to lean closer to your face, the sudden attention causing an overwhelming shyness to press your eyes shut. Your thighs trembled more now while his fingers beckoned and lured your pleasure to spur closer and closer.
âLook at me,â he whispered, his voice the gentlest youâve ever heard.Â
He couldnât place the sensation â of feeling entranced in a sense, when whimpers of pleasure fumbled from your beautiful lips. Astarion almost felt lost, nearly mesmerized, when you kept those pretty eyes trained on his. He could feel his eyes soften at your vulnerable stare, and all at once everything inside him craved to slide into your warmth. To feel you melt into him, to hit every right spot to make you sing, for every sweet prayer cascading from your lips to be for him.
âMmf..â You were left in a sudden foggy haze, a mix of pleasure and confusion when he abruptly withdrew his fingers. You couldnât fathom any words to speak, only furrowed your brows in a hazed and disorientated manner.
âIâm sorry, love.â His breathless laugh seemed dazed before the low, heaviness returned to his tone, âYou were practically just begging with those lovely eyes of yours.â
He leaned downwards to plant soft, reassuringly delicate pecks across the nape of your neck; each a mantra to affection, leaving a buzz in their wake. Carefully he peeled down his briefs with a wasted moment to rub his eager cock against your slick warmth.
Your moans sounded even sweeter closer to his ear, and a delighted sigh pressed from his lips onto your skin. His throbbing cock was met with some resistance as the length and girth was suffocated by your tightening walls, warm spasms at the sensation being filled.Â
A guttural, low moan hummed from his throat. Fuck, you were so perfectly tight.
His cock pulsed at the sudden attention, aching with pleasure and a warm buzz radiating through his skin. He paused for a moment, needing to relish every second it felt to be now pressed so deep inside you. The softness of your skin, delicate cues of pleasure washing over your face, how your warm walls enveloped his cock.
You moaned as he pushed more of his length inside your needy warmth, tears beginning to well up in the corner of your eyes. Pleasure and slight pain blurred, the tip of his cock almost pressed against your soft cervix and a rouse of heat traveling up your spine.Â
His hands gripped the globes of your ass to adjust his leverage, slowly but deliberately digging his hips against yours with each thrust. His body was achingly ready, alive with frantic urge. He was incapable of any pretty words to whisper, tangled groans replacing his usual velvet tongue.
As he pounded quicker into your warmth, your pulsating soft walls sucked his cock tighter and deeper with each buckle. He nestled his head into the nape of your neck. Sweat formed on his pale forehead as he wrestled with his restraint, his cock stroking in and out, hitting pleasure points you never knew existed and relishing in your shameless cries â desperate for him.
Soft, warm pleasure unraveled across you in hot waves. If you had the mind, you could only hope that no one could hear you two â the sounds and wet smacks of his skin colliding against yours â but all you could do was turn your pleasured cries and whimpers into soundless gasps.
Your lips parted, hips bucking before your back arched from the ground. Every fiber of your body attempted to get closer to him, and his to you. Of some act of grace, your hand caressed his face, lifting him to face yours.
Oh, how he wanted to melt right there.Â
Eager eyes met each other, brows furrowing together into a soft, tender stare. Astarionâs hips began to buck erratically for a moment as he struggled to regain his resolve. Once steadied, he continued to bury deeper into you in every perfect way. You were clenched so tightly, so divinely around him while his name trickled as a whisper from your lips.Â
âYou â fuck .. â you couldnât be bothered to form a proper sentence, every whim of comprehension overwhelmed by new heights of white pleasure. You were lulled into a stupor, and his grip tightened at your garbled pleas.
âThaaatâs it,â Astarion practically begged, voice ragged, his eyes never leaving your beautiful face as it twisted with sweet expressions. An eagerness gnawed inside him, to push you to the edge of your pleasures. You were so perfect while you cried his name, taking all of him so well.Â
âCome for me, sweet girl ââ Hushed and delicate was his tone, only causing you to surrender any inhibition.
Heat wound tightly in your abdomen, lashes wet with the tears trailing down your warm face. Every nerve was wound so tight, finally snapping into a rush of white hot pleasure that left your skin flushed and tingling. You tried to whine out his name, but it spilled out into broken gasps as you reached your fingers to grip his silver curls.Â
His hips began to stagger, riding out your pleasure until he could no longer postpone the succumb to pleasure. They lost their rhythm, and a low moan rumbled from his throat as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensation of your tightening walls, pressing into you.
You could feel his cock throbbing in you, as your nerves are slow to fizzle from the glowing buzz, and it swelled. Your slick walls were overstimulated nearly by his desperate, choppy thrusts before a cry escapes his lips â his cum flooded into you, thick and hot. He felt waves of warmth, so real and alive. So helplessly right.
The air was silent, as you both collected your breaths in hurried gasps. Astarion peeled his weight off of you only to roll onto his back, by your side. Your body felt light and completely slack, almost boneless as you sunk into the earth underneath you. Aftershocks of pleasure still rippled throughout your nerves.Â
Both of you laid sweaty, flushed, exhausted, lacking the energy to care. You broke the silence with a wobble in your voice.
âFuck, you came inside me..â you stated the obvious, reeling from pulsing nerves and vision hazy.Â
âIâm sure the druids have something thatâll take care of that..â Astarion said breathlessly, extending an arm to wipe the sweat glistening off his forehead.Â
He waited for a quiet laugh or a retort, but neither came.
Turning his head, he was met with the vision of your exhausted figure fast asleep. Slowly your chest rose and fell, face at ease â a vulnerability he had only seen when you were in deep sleep, if you weren't tossing and turning.
The quiet sat with him while he attempted to gather his thoughts, his experience. He had seen an entirely different side of you â exposed delicate. Part of his conscience pooled with guilt.Â
He had a plan. A nice simple plan. It wasnât foreign to casually bed strangers, seducing and manipulating them into following his every whim. Hells, this had been routine for two hundred years . The count was lost on how many nights he spent using people like ragdolls, only to be lured back into the hands of Cazador.
Astarion returned his gaze to the stars glistening above, attempting his best at reducing it to the odd circumstances or perhaps he was simply out of practice.Â
Regardless â even if it was more than a fluke â he had already fucked things up. The thought felt tainted now, uneasy and riddled with remorse.Â
Little did he know that evening, that was the beginning of his plan crumbling apart.
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as a thank you for hitting 1k followers, and an apology for my absence, I would like to share my take on poly!141.
poly141! x recruit!reader. 1.5k words. mentions of sex, although no smut. yet.
you're a sweet little thing. smart as a whip, nerdy, and confident. having spent most of your post highschool graduate years studying, youve acquired numerous impressive qualifications. while most people your age in university were out partying, getting blind drunk, hooking up, you were studying.
a tech genius. that's what laswell had sold you as to price. he had been hesitant to allow any new members at all, especially ones so young. and yet, taskforce 141 sees two new additions. the newest little tech genius who's climbing quickly through the ranks, and another soldier. someone by the name of roach.
at first, you weren't amused. as a woman in the military, your life was already difficult enough. being assigned to an all male taskforce felt like your worst nightmare. but after some convincing from laswell, and realizing this would be the fastest way to make a name for yourself, you sign the papers.
your first week is smooth, albeit awkward. you and the other new recruit, roach, get along fairly well. he's funny, a little dorky, but obviously skilled. he isn't as intimidating as the others, being almost as young as you. you find yourself gravitating to him often, often staying up late together, eating meals together, and even training together. you make quick friends.
and so, it's only natural that you both end up becoming⌠closer. late night talks turn into makeouts, and makeouts turn into grinding. it's somewhat clumsy however⌠as if the two of you can quite place the power dynamics.
the others, however, are much more of a challenge to get along with. you're cautious, aware these men have been in this business much longer than you. the four of them- price, ghost, gaz, and soap- are a power unit. it takes weeks for you to find your place within the team.
price tries to be welcoming, although it doesn't quite work. there's this sense of authority and power around him that makes you feel small, almost submissive. his gruff voice sends shivers down your spine each time he speaks over comms, panties growing wet each time he gives you a direct order.
it's almost as if he knows, whispering your name rather than your military nickname. his voice sounds almost seductive. it makes you feel like a pervert, imagining him growling in your ear each time you get off.
price has a way of always remaining in control and not just with you. the power dynamics within the task force are subtle yet well established. there seems to be a chain of command that follows their ranks. price on top, then ghost, then gaz and soap. you notice how they all drop casual innuendos, their affection for each other, corssing over the boundary of just friendliness.
ghost barely looks, let alone, speaks to you for the first month. you're unsure if he even likes you. on the field, he's sharp and alert. you occasionally hear him share banter with the others, but never feel brave enough to join in. the man is intimidating, almost three times your size, a quiet sort of confidence and dominance that follows him around. he's the one you train with most often.
ghost is ruthless. he slams you into the matt, somehow always ending up between your thighs, his big hands holding them apart and pinning you down. you can't help but memorise the sight. your Lieutenant, panting, slightly sweat as he holding you in such a lewd position, glaring down at you.
it's your favourite fantasy to think about late at night as you touch yourself, unaware that the walls are so thin that ghost himself hears you whimper his name. he strokes himself in time with the slick noises of your cunt, imagining how desperate you must look.
gaz isn't intimidating, per say. he isn't distant like ghost or unapproachable like price. the man has such a casual confidence and arrogance around him. he's the first to speak to you, ask you about yourself. throughout your career, you've met many military soldiers. most the men fit into two categories, misogynistic dicks who don't believe you have a place within the ranks, or disgusting perverts who want a quick fuck (most of them have wives, even kids.) but gaz is refreshing. he fits into neither.
he often starts conversations with you. asking questions and truly listening as you speak. little do you know he records each one, saving them for when he's alone late at night. something about the way you speak, your tone, the quiet rasp or accent, it makes him stupidly hard. he's not above recording you while you workout, standing just close enough to capture each huff and grunt as you lift. it's those recordings that get him off the quickest, wondering how whiny youd sound if he held a vibrator to your clit, didnt let up until you were crying and covered in slick.
and soap. the man is difficult for you to read. your first impression is that he's one of those men who fit into the âmisogynistic assholeâ category. apart from your initial meeting, he practically ignores you.
you can tell its not deliberate. he just seems more immersed in the natural, pre-established dynamic of the taskforce. the one that doesn't include you. it takes a while, but after a month or two, your interactions become more common.
he turns out to be very respectful- even helpful. due to your background in tech, you skipped a few ranks when you joined. soap helps you in the shooting range. standing behind you, body pressing into yours from behind, correcting your posture before you fire.
you even create games with each other. he gives you little quizzes. theyre normally about gun components, military jargon, or even field upgrades. with each quiz he promises a âreward.â
its embarrassing whenever you blush and grow wet when he says it. the rough growl of his voice, combined with the accent he has, all makes you dizzy. you don't even notice how he plays it up, practically purring out the word, smirking as you squirm, making sure to graze his fingertips over your hot skin.
it's obvious that after a month or two, that roach is significantly more acclimated than you. it feels unfair. your relationship with each member is steadily growing, yet something about how roach interacts with them is so different. it's like you're missing a puzzle piece.
it isn't until one night when you're venting your frustration that roach reveals the reason he's clicked with them so quickly.
âIt's like an initiation,â he smirks, eyes flicking away from you, âthink of it kind of likeâŚ. hazing.â his eyes are almost predatory as he meets yours again, so unlike the goofy persona he usually has, âif you like, I could speak to price. they have started to discuss inviting you in.â
it's as if everything made sense now. it wasn't your fault. it was another case of discrimination, you being left out because you didn't fit into their stupid boys club.
ever since that conversation with roach, you have become frustrated, irritable, and short with them all. you fulfilled all your required tasks but refused to engage with them any further. denying invites to the pub, ignoring gaz when he tried to speak, training alone, no longer asking soap for help.
after about a week of this, price calls you to his office.
a sick sense of unease and anxiety settles in your gut. the man is so intimidating, and this surely wasn't a positive meeting. you've never been in a position like this. all throughout school, you were a grade A student, and within your years in the military, you've always maintained basic respect and politeness. you've never been in trouble with a CO.
when you step into his office, however, all your expectations are subverted. price sits at his desk, smoking a cigar. roach leans against it next to him. the two of them are speaking lowly.
price notices you first. his eyes carry an emotion you haven't seen before. lust. he's staring at you as if you're some sort of prey. with a smirk, he blows out a large puff of smoke. it curls around him, only making him more intimidating.
âif you were feeling excluded, sweetheart, you should've made me aware.â he leans back in his chair. suddenly, the room feels so small, your body getting hot, âid be more than happy to include you.â
roach walks towards you, guiding you further into the office. he doesn't let you sit, however, instead standing behind you, hands groping your hips. his fingertips slip under your shirt, brushing the sensitive skin of your stomach.
he kisses your neck, âprice wants to see how pretty you are,â his hands slide further up, taking your shirt off, âlet's give him a show, yeah?â
cont.
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hobie brown x shy/quiet!reader headcanons
spider-punk x reader this is not a drill
long as hell Iâm so sorry
a/n: reader is mentioned as being a mom friend but imo that can be gender neutral so this can still be read by anyone!! if that makes you uncomfortable though please skip this post :)
I also imagine hobie as being 19-ish so itâs kinda implied reader lives alone but can def be read as younger!!
most people didnât notice you at first.
you were quiet; really quiet. youâd mumble your thank youâs, whisper apologies, and generally go out of your way not to interact with people as a whole.
I feel like that gentleness/softness would almost draw hobie to you though?
heâd definitely first meet you as spider-man; saving you from some sort of robber or attacker. and then heâd see you be so shy about thanking him and apologizing as if it was your fault??? he finds it sweet but also kinda concerning for you tbh
and over time he begins to notice you more and more during his patrols; something about you just draws him in.
he definitely likes that you donât try to tell him or others what to do lol
after talking to you enough as spider-man, and you start to open up, he begins to like you even more
you listen to some of the music he likes? your humour?? not to mention how genuine you are???
(also very useful if you happen to be a âmom friendâ type who keeps first aid, candy, etc on you at all times!! heâd definitely appreciate a lollipop to help with the pressure changes while swinging around or a bandage for his cuts)
speaking of which if you ARE the type to have those things on you he may start seeking you out if/when he gets hurt
and after that even when heâs not tbh heâll just pretend to have a headache and eat some of your candy on your couch lmao-
one time though he comes with wounds a little too serious looking for the standard wet cloth and bandaid treatment you had been used to; and it scares you
you raise your voice a bit louder than heâd ever heard, in a scared tone that was different than your normal anxious voice, and you tell him he should probably definitely go to a hospital
âbut I like you so much betterâ he leans in a little too close, holding on to you a little too tight to keep himself steady, and you suddenly realize the reality of you situation
spider-man is in your living room. heâs bleeding a lot. and youâre the first person he thought to come to; because he likes you? not like that obviously- unless it is like that? NO. people barely even notice you, no one would ever feel like that type of thing for-
âyouâre staringâ you can feel the shit eating grin on his face; itâs practically burning through his mask
you stutter out an apology and after stammering around for a moment you get him to sit down and do your best to treat his injuries
you can tell the disinfectant stings by the way he flinches whenever you apply it, as well as his teasing that he âthought you were supposed to be nicer than the nursesâ but he does his best to sit still and let you dress all of his wounds
you both remain still for a moment, and you think you can feel his eyes on you but youâre too scared to look up. your hands are shaking; they have been this whole time.
âthatâs everywhere right? I didnât miss something?â
he takes off his mask to look you in the eye and tell you heâs okay but youâre just like ????
:O
ANYWAYS you are once again staring bc you now know spider-manâs identity???
I feel like heâs gently hold your face and just give you a quick peck to make sure he wasnât crossing any boundaries
but if you kiss him back? heâs NEVER stopping
heâll start randomly crawling through your window with excuses of missing you or wanting to show you something
and soon heâs staying the night at your place or heâs swinging you over to his so you can stay with him
I think dates would definitely be super chill and more like hanging out at each others places than anything else
but if he does a show for his music heâd definitely want you there!!
heâd also probably pick you up and start swinging around the city with no warning just for the way youâll grab on to him so tightly-
but ofc is you asked him not to heâd stop immediately!
doesnât get super jealous or anything, heâs a pretty chill guy, but he will get sorta bothered if someoneâs aggressively pursuing you even after knowing you two are together
like if someone doesnât know and flirts with you heâs just like âyeah Iâm luckyâ
but if someone ever went so far to imply you should be unfaithful and/or should leave him heâd probably tell them to back off and either leave with you or put his arm around your shoulder and glare at them until they leave
either way heâs not starting any fights or anything though; heâs super comfortable in your relationship and hopes you are too
genuinely thinks youâre the most beautiful/handsome person ever like he WILL flex to the other spider-people if relationships come up
heâs really not in to pda though; heâll put his arm around your shoulders/waist but thatâs it. maybe hand holding depending on the situation.
but when you guys are alone he likes physical touch; donât expect to be on top of each other or anything but having your/his head rested on the others lap or him just resting his hand on your leg is pretty common
heâs also not very big into gifts (he doesnât buy into the capitalist need for abundance and all that) but he does like giving you jewellery/other wearable items bc he likes to see a reminder of himself/your relationship on you
pls make him a bracelet or something heâll literally never take it off (also jewellery for any of his piercings is fair game)
he values small intimate things in a relationship; like painting each others nails, listening to each other rant about things youâre passionate about, etc
overall he may not be big and showy but heâs an amazing boyfriend and would love you like a lot
heâd also definitely write songs about/for you bc youâre so important to him and he wants the whole world to know that :((
I havenât written fanfiction in forever but if anyone has any hobie requests I could write as headcanons Iâm open to them!! :)
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May I request a smoll eyeless jack x f reader nsfw story? Or headcanons?
eyeless jack x fem reader NSFW hcs
cw: 18+ content, medical kink, breeding kink, biting, blood, kinda disrespecting boundaries?? kinda not??, afab fem aligned reader
a/n: hey letâs all ignore my wildly different formatting for each post until i figure out wtf iâm doing lmfao. i decided to do hcs for this since i enjoy rambling and i have a couple fics already lined up and those take significantly longer for me to write!! i hope thatâs okay anon, i just want to get more stuff posted :) also i threw a bunch of random ideas together for this so if youâd like anything else more specific please req again!
sooo we all know eyeless jack is a demon, right? to say dude is into some freaky shit would be an understatement.
- jack has a higher sex drive than most due to his demon tendencies. pair that with the rush he gets after a good evening of organ harvesting and youâre in for a Very Long Night. his stamina is also no joke.
- wear a short skirt? itâs getting cut off with his scalpel. accidentally slice your finger while chopping vegetables? well you better turn off the stove because heâs bending you over it. he senses youâre ovulating? heâs fucking you twice as much.
- if youâre into medical play and getting cut up with surgery tools he will be over the moon.
- if not, youâre gonna have to have a sit down talk with jack. he will do his best, but he can end up viewing you as just a lowly human at times. youâre gonna have to put your foot down sternly to fully gain his respect. he cares about your boundaries (somewhat), it just takes a minute to get through to his human side.
- on that note, donât even dream of dominating him. heâll laugh in your face and restrain you if the idea even crosses your mind. the thought of a weaker being telling him what to do during sex is comical to jack. he might let you ride him if heâs feeling lazy, but his clawed hands will be gripped around your waist as a silent reminder of whoâs in charge.
- heâs into degradation. not the typical âyouâre a whoreâ shit. no, this guy will take every chance to remind you that youâre just a fragile little human thatâs only breathing because he lets you. if you feed into his ego, jack will reward you with his face between your thighs for hours.
- ooh let me take a moment to talk about this monsterâs tongue. godly is an ironic term to describe anything involving jack but itâs the only fitting word. itâs long, slightly textured, quick and strong. he looooves to edge you until you inevitably break and the only words you can form are broken pleas. youâre gonna have to pry him off of you during your periods. heâs a little nasty
- jack will pretty much refuse to cum anywhere that isnât inside you or your mouth. during sex, he tends to fully give into his animalistic demon qualities. meaning the only thing running through his mind is âbreed, breed, breed.â
- big corruption kink. like MASSIVE. i think all the pastas have some form of corruption kink, but obviously the whole demon thing brings it to a new level. if you were a virgin when you met him, heâs gonna have to physically restrain himself from pouncing on you the second its brought up in conversation.
- letâs talk about positions. jackâs not really picky as long as heâs fucking your brains out but he does have a few favorites. mating press is almost always a winner since it feeds into his need to breed (i crack myself up). missionary is a classic that ensures he can have complete control. jack is also a fan of fucking on operating tables???? donât ask me ask him, heâs odd. his least favorites involve 69, cowgirl, or pretty much anything that involves you on top of him. he doesnât really get tired so doing all the work doesnât bother him.
- will 100% spit in your mouth and he doesnât care if you think itâs gross. get used to it sorry. if youâre into it then youâve won.
- probably will throw a tantrum if he finds out you masturbated without him. heâs given you so much special attention and you still want more? well. heâs gonna fuck you so hard that youâll be too sore to even think about touching yourself. iâm praying for you girl good luck.
- LOVES TO BITE ON YOUR CHEST AND NECK. i cannot stress this enough. and he WILL draw blood, i mean his mouth is full of sharp teeth so itâs basically a given. bro will be fucking you and straight up take a drink break FROM YOUR THROAT. be prepared to never show your neck or cleavage in public ever again. unless youâre into that. then you go girl, weâre all cheering for you.
- jack thinks itâs hilarious to say terrifying unsexy shit during sex. âi canât wait to cut you open and eat those delicious kidneys that belong to meâŚ.â you just look at him with your mouth open. youâd be better off ignoring his annoying ass he (probably) doesnât mean it.
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Pinkie Promise? (Astarion x F! reader) MDNI 18+
Author note- this is specifically for @spitfireunhinged who wrote a beautiful little post with a concept that I adored. I hope I did it justice and you enjoy!
CW- NSFW, mentions of SA
Synopsis- You tell Astarion that you donât think sex is as good as people say it is. Astarion is determined to prove you wrong.
*not my pic. Please let me know if it is yours so I can give credit
I rewrote this like 7 times. This draft is lightly edited, but I couldnât wait to post it!
Part 2: I Triple Dog Dare You
Astarion had heard the phrase âpinky promiseâ before. It was usually between Leon and Victoria before Leon left for a hunt. She always made Leon pinkie promise that he would come home and Leon always swore it- his pinkie hooked with hers.
The whole thing made Astarion vomit, but he thought it was just a âthemâ thing since he had never heard it before.
Then you used it on him and he had hurt your feelings terribly. He had called you a child and then proceeded to mock you.
You had just smiled at him sweetly like you usually do, apologized for invading his space, and for crossing his boundaries.
When Astarion had come by an hour or two later to drop off a book he âborrowedâ (it was his book, but he wanted an excuse to talk to you again), he heard you sniffling and asking Karlach if you were a child. You were so upset by his judgment because you like him as a person and thought the two of you were friends. Karlach said that some people just arenât capable of being nice.
Astarion found you after Karlach went to sleep and pinkie promised to never call you a child again (and that he doesnât think you are a child).
Suddenly, it was your thing and it slowly became more enduring as time went on. A part of him was envious if Karlach or Gale offered you the gesture first and you would give them one of your breathtaking smiles. He wishes he could initiate it, but it feels far too intimate to him. Asking someone to promise him something? Perish the thought! No one can truly be trusted. Well- maybe you can be trusted.
Astarion doesnât know when he became so infatuated with you and your existence. Maybe it was that first night at camp when the two of you got to know each other a little bit better. You hadnât been able to sleep because you were struggling to adjust to the new environment. You asked him lots of questions that he honestly had struggled to answer, but you were actually interested in him- not just his body.
Astarion was beginning to crave your presence and he despised sharing it with anyone else. One time he even went as far as making you pinkie promise you wouldnât kiss Gale when he had called you over. You had scoffed and said that is ridiculous because âGale would not kiss you ever, yuck!â , but did it anyway.
Low and behold- Gale did not get his kiss. Heâs tried since, but you have rejected his advances. Astarion likes to think itâs because you like him more- want him more.
So maybe thatâs why he was quick to drag you away from the Tiefling party after you had made your rounds- not wanting to watch you be with another person a second longer. You let him take your hand and you giggle as he chastises you for taking so long to talk to everyone else.
âHow dare my self-proclaimed âbest friendâ spend so much time not in my presence!â Astarion melodramatically states, âI am hurt, Darling. I thought we had something special.â
You blow air out of your mouth with an eye roll and smile at him.
âWell of course we do,â you say matter of factly, âbut I also knew the minute I went to talk to you that I wouldnât talk to anyone else.
âIâm the fearless leader!â You say with emphasis, âLeader of the Freakshow- welcome one and all to the most traumatized individuals alive!â
Astarionâs chest bursts with laughter, âhow very on the nose of you, my Dear.â
âI must keep all of us humble, my Sweet,â you say boldly.
He tsks at you and twirls you around, âIâm afraid you arenât allowed to steal my lines- that is going to cost you.â
âOh yeah?â
âCertainly.â
âName your price.â
Astarion pauses- right now doesnât feel like the moment to go full throttle. He has more work to do.
âI need time to think,â he says lewdly, âthere are so many things I could ask for, after all.â
You hum in agreement and smile at him coyly.
Maybe itâs because you are the first person he has actively sought out since he has been released from Cazadorâs grasp.
Astarion guides you to a spot in the meadow he had found earlier. Well- actually he had followed Gale to it earlier- Astarion just found an even better spot like 10 yards away.
Gale had stupidly announced to Wyll around the campfire that he was going to ask to spend time with you alone tonight.
There was immediately not a chance in hells that that was going to happen. Gale found a nice spot in the forest- Astarion found a better one. Gale brought a blanket and wine? Pfft, Astarion can do that.
You stop in front of the blanket and wine before you look at him- a nice blush running up your neck.
âIs this for-?â You seem surprised.
Which Astarion finds very interesting considering you are from Noble society- shouldnât you be used to being courted? Astarion is almost certain youâd have at least a hundred suitors.
âFor you?â He smiles charmingly, âwell of course, only the best for you, my Dear.â
You duck your head and you blush even harder. Astarion guides you to sit with him. You both drink the wine and talk. You ask him questions about himself and he asks plenty about you.
Astarion isnât sure when the conversation turns into talking about sex- that had always been the original intention of the conversation.
âSex canât possibly be all that great.â
âPardon?â
You shrug your shoulders and slightly slur the sentence again with emphasis.
âSex canât possibly be all that great.â
Astarion is shocked to his core. You flirt back and forth with him as if youâve bedded at least a couple men.
âYouâve never?â
âNo.â
âHow?â
You look at him with a puzzled expression. You are staring at him as if heâs grown a second head.
Hypocrite. Youâre the one spewing none sense!
âHow?â You state incredulously, âyou have looked at me right?â
Oh yes and Iâve imagined fucking you until you are screaming my name, but thatâs beside the point I suppose.
âIâm nothing much to look at. Iâm always the friend- never the girlfriend or the lover or whatever!â You emphasize with your hands, âno one has ever felt that way about me and if they have- theyâve never gone for it so I assume itâs just not that much fun.â
Astarion feels like heâs dying all over again. That was your assumption? Not that you might be horrifically oblivious because heâs only tried to to get in your pants several times. One time he quite literally asked you to come to his bed that night and you showed up with a book.
âDarling,â Astarionâs exasperation obvious, âIâve been trying to have sex with you for a couple weeks now. Probably even more than that at this point.â
You stare at him with wide, unblinking eyes.
âYou,â you stammer, âyou want to? With me? No way.â
You laugh nervously, âyou are beautiful and intelligent and-â
âNo, no way.â
Astarion raises an eyebrow at you and smiles seductively. Your lips part slightly as he pushes you on your back and parts your legs with his knee.
Your arms automatically wrap around his neck- your pupils blown wide with lust. Astarion kisses to the left and right of your lips- grinning when he hears your huff in frustration.
âYou sure do keen a lot for someone who doesnât think sex could possibly be âthat goodâ, Darling,â Astarion coos, you tighten your lips in embarrassment.
Astarion rolls his eyes at you and cups your face while putting his thumb in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. You hum with pleasure and peer at him through hooded eye lids. Astarion feels his cock strain against his pants
âSo, my Dear,â Astarion drawls, âdo you want me to fuck you? Would you like to see all the bliss you are missing out on?â
You nod eagerly and Astarion presses his thigh against your growing heat. You whine around his thumb and you run your tongue against his skin.
Fuck.
âAre you going to be a good girl for me?â He asks hotly.
You nod- Astarion can smell your arousal and feel it seeping through both of your pants.
âPinkie promise?â He says teasingly, pulling his thumb out of your mouth to hold out his pinkie.
You hook your pinkie with his and whisper, âpinkie promise.â
Astarion pulls you in for a mind numbing kiss- caressing your lips with his until you are keeping up with his pace. He feels your arms around his neck pull him in deeper.
Your kiss against his lips is sweet and intoxicating- for a second he completely forgets about the purpose of the evening. Astarion could sit here and just kiss you like this until the sun comes up.
Your breathing hitches and Astarion watches as you desperately try to find release by riding his thigh- your movements erratic and wanting. The sounds you are making fill him with excitement and for the first time in a while- heâs actually eager to be inside someone.
He realizes your moaning has become muffled all of a sudden and he looks up to find you covering your mouth- your cheeks and ears are bright red while you pant with arousal.
Astarion laces his fingers through yours and holds your hands down on either side of your head- your pupils are blown wide from lust. The galloping of your heart is like music to his ears.
âOh no,â he whispers seductively, âdo not keep those delicious moans of yours from me, Darling. You promised to be good, remember?â
âY-yes,â you say between heavy breaths- this time you are the one to surprise him by closing the space between the two of you with a needy kiss.
Astarion unlaces his fingers from yours as he begins unlacing your trousers- quickly discarding them to reveal your soaked underclothes. He growls involuntarily as the smell of your arousal hits the back of his throat- you smell incredible.
Astarion could leave it at just taking your pants off for now, but Gods does he want to see more and if you are willing to let him, then he is not going to deny himself the pleasure of being able to touch and kiss every inch of your body.
Your shirt is next and you donât even fight it- helping him get the article of clothing off and helping him discard his shirt as well. Astarion stops and looks down upon your naked form.
âGods you are exquisite,â Astarion says as he begins to kiss down your naval, âopen your legs for me, Darling.â
He leaves tiny love bites as he goes- wanting to make sure everyone knows exactly who you belong to. You are a whimpering mess underneath his touch as he presses his fingers to your clothed clit- teasing you slowly.
âAsta-â
You are cut off by your own sounds of pleasure leaving your throat as he slips your underwear off- slowly pushing one finger into you while playing with your clit using his tongue. A string of curse words leaves your mouth as he begins to pick up the pace with his fingers and basks in the way pleasure looks on your face, how your body is writhing for him, and the tumbling praises for him echo through the clearing.
He rolls your sensitive nub between his teeth and he has to hold your hips down as you keen underneath his touch. Astarion adds a second finger- still meeting some resistance, but you arenât stopping him, in fact- you are giving him complete access using your tadpole right now (intentionally or not) and he can feel how desperate you are to feel fuller. Then he adds the second fingers and the euphoria that rings through your body goes straight to his groan. Astarion can feel his cock straining against his pants as he brings you over the edge with his fingers and mouth- your sweet pleasure dripping down his chin and his fingers. He languidly cleans his fingers off with his mouth, humming in delight while making eye contact with you.
Your eyes are half lidded and glassy- your mouth is slightly parted open. He leans forward and leaves a chaste kiss on them and begins unlacing his own pants- slipping them off and throwing them to the side- his underwear quickly following.
Astarion lines himself up with your entrance- your orgasm coating the head of his cock and he has to fight the urge to slam into you right away. He lines himself up with your entrance- teasing you. You look more nervous now than lustful and Astarion feels his gaze soften. He hovers over you and caresses the side of your face with his thumb. The last thing he wants is to start with you in the wrong headspace.
"Wrap your legs around my waist."
You obediently comply- your back slightly arching and your pert nipples are touching his chest. You sigh in arousal at the contact.
âThis may hurt a little,â he says, âwe can stop whenever or however much you need- we can stop completely and try again another time even.
âBut do you want me to continue?â
You smile up at him with relief and nod coyly.
âI trust you, but please go slow,â you whisper.
Astarion feels a tightness in his chest when you look up at him. Your eyes are so vulnerable and of all the people youâve decided to trust you chose him. Astarion is fighting not to dissociate- wanting to give you his full attention.
Astarion slowly begins to push inside you. You cry out and clutch at his shoulders- taking a sharp breath as he slowly sheaths himself inside you. Astarion has to fight the want- no need to go faster- you are so damn tight and Astarion is almost wondering if he should have done more foreplay.
He rocks in and out of you- making sure to check on your facial expressions. There are tears pricking your eyes, but your look of discomfort is becoming more and more euphoric as he keeps rolling his hips into you gently.
âHells darling,â Astarion manages to moan out through clenched teeth, âyou feel so fucking good.â
You whimper at his praise and Astarion lifts you up by the hips so he can get a better angle. He thrusts a minuscule harder this time and the whimper that leaves your mouth is making him feel positively feral.
âAstarion,â you whine, âple- please I need more.â
You definitely donât have to tell him twice. Astarion snaps himself up into you at a faster pass- your keening only encouraging him to go faster- both of you moaning and gasping while clawing at each other. For the first time in the last 200 years- Astarion does not want to stop. Despite the feelings that are always there, this may be the only time heâs actually experienced bliss while being with someone.
"Such a good little pup, aren't you?"
You clench around him at his words, you beg him to fuck you harder, and he drops your hips back to the ground before putting his face into the crook of your neck- kissing and praising you as you ride out your high.
âYou were such a good girl for me,â he breathes into your air, âthank you.â
Your hands find purchase in his hair, tugging his lips to yours. If he needed air, the kiss would have suffocated him from how intense and wanting it was- the air between the both of you feels alive and Astarion barely registers that heâs finishing inside you until heâs collapsed on top of you- his head resting on your chest as it races in time with your breathing.
âThat was amazing,â you say breathlessly and Astarion canât help but laugh.
âI told you so.â
You plafully slap his arm and laugh- the sound filling his body with comfort. He can hear your heart beat begin to slow down and your breathing becomes deeper.
âThank you Astarion,â you say sleepily, dozing off with your hands teasing his curls, ânot just for this- for everything. I feel worth something when Iâm with you.â
You yawn and Astarion tries to focus on the sound instead of the twisting guilt in his stomach. He cares for you too and that might be where he fucked up.
Your breathing quickly evens out and he is drowning in the smell of sex and rose water- a scent he heavily associates with you. Astarion stays there with his head on top of your chest- trying to get his bearings together. That was like no other sexual encounter he has experienced before- it was blissful- so why the hell is he about to have the melt down of the century?
âShit,â you jolt awake, accidentally pushing Astarion off you- your eyes are still glassy âsorry I should probably not just fall asleep here- Iâm sure you want to get back to your tentâŚâ
Astarion pulls you back down and against his chest as if itâs exactly where you belong. The idea of you leaving right now makes his soul twist painfully. No, he needs you to stay. Existing is easier with you around- it has been since he met you on the beach.
âStay,â he whispers, âplease.â
There is a pause and he worries he may have overstepped his bounds. You look up at him with sleepy, kind eyes. If peace were to have a face- it would be yours.
âIâll stay as long as you want me to.â You smile at him sweetly.
The word leaves his mouth before he can stop himself, âpinkie promise?â
You give him the biggest, toothiest grin he has ever seen. Astarion is certain you may be the single most beautiful person heâs ever met.
You take his pinky in yours and then place a soft kiss against his cold lips.
As you pull away, you whisper against his mouth, âI pinky promise.â
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please bestie i want some soft love that's so second nature joe doesnt even have his attention with you whilst he gives it, please can you write something like that?
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Cotton Soft Touches Gentle Voices Smooth
âWhat are you doing?â
You barely even heard Joe ask the question from across the room. You were so buried in whatever was happening on TV, focus completely zoomed in, mind somewhere else entirely. It took Joe another try for you to register the question directed at you.
âHey. What are you doing?â
âHmm?â you turned your head to Joe before your eyes followed and for a moment, you just slowly blinked at him. Something about his face combined with the fact that it really took you a minute to find yourself back in the room made you smile. You were so cosy.
âWatching TV.â you answered innocently, because you were, eyes back on the screen already.
You were warmly nestled into the sofa, curled up, knees pulled in, all comfortable in your white ribbed cotton pyjamas. The throwpillows and blankets on the sofa created the perfect nest for you to happily curl up into.
Snug.
Soft ambient light from several lamps placed in strategic corners lit up the room just enough. If you stood and opened the curtains a bit more, you could still catch the faint and fading oranges of the sunset.
You were shower fresh, limbs covered by white clean cotton, nose still a little cold from the difference in temperature after getting out of the hot stream, and wet hair cool where it touched your skin.
But you felt so warm.
So fucking cosy.
When youâd walked back into the living room post shower, skin glossy and wet hair brushed back, Joe had installed himself at the dinner table with his laptop and a notebook.
Heâd cleared away the mess from dinner and had turned his spot into a desk.
âJust need to do these e-mails,â he said after youâd let your arms curl around him from behind, arms that he grabbed hold of for a second, and you kissed the top of his head.
âWill only be a minute.â
Youâd left him to it then, not minding that Joe had some work to do, just happy that he was in the same room instead of hidden away in what he called the office and you called the guest bedroom.
The âonly a minuteâ easily turned into an hour plus. Joe kept busy on both his computer and his phone, and would sometimes scribble some things down onto paper. There was a phone call or two, just quick âSorry to call so late, but have you seen the...â and, âHey, yea, I'm just reading it now, can I call you back in a minute?â type things.
Joe became background noise to you the second you snuggled up, and similarly the low sounds coming from the TV were just a nice reminder that Joe wasnât alone.
But then, halfway through typing a response to an e-mail, something in Joeâs peripheral vision caught his attention.
Something moving slowly.
A little rhythmically.
When he peeked over his laptop screen and saw his girlfriend looking just about the most comfortable sheâd ever looked, he didnât even think you were aware that you were doing it.
In your layers of soft cream fabrics, head slumped to the side, Joe saw how you let your fingers softly skim over the area below your ear. They danced in circles and lines by your jaw, onto your cheek just a little before trailing back to your neck andâ
That was what Joe always did.
Thatâs where Joe let his fingers draw shapes.
He would brush some hair from your face and would then let his fingertips linger, and it always made you hum. Made you relax. Gave you tingles that made your hearing go funny for a second.
Joe watched you lazily self soothe, and after a moment he decided that heâd actually done enough work. He could finish this e-mail tomorrow.
âWhat are you doing?â
âHmm? Watching TV.â
Your eyes were back on the screen before Joe couldâve even said anything about how you were touching yourself.
It was nothing sexual - not really. Not what he was witnessing right now anyway. He imagined it just felt nice.
He closed his laptop and got up from his seat, and without looking away from the TV, you moved to make space for Joe next to you, knowing heâd make his way over to press himself into your side.
Joe smiled as you moved blankets aside but kept that one hand near your ear, index finger mapping out your hairline towards the nape of your neck and back.
Instead of sitting down though, Joe pushed a knee into the sofa right next to your thigh and placed his fingers right were yours were, pushing them aside.
âI do this,â Joe said as he hovered over you, and you grinned as you let your head fall to the side more. âThis is my job.â
Joe tickled his fingers along your soft skin, fresh and clean from the shower, and it only took a few seconds for you to sigh into his touch.
It was nicer when Joe did it.
âSânice?â Joe murmured, still with just one knee on the sofa, and you hummed, eyes closed, nodding.
âIs nicer when you do it.â
âYea?â
Joe leant forward to press a kiss to your cheek, getting you just under your eye, and then he moved to sit down next to you.
After a shuffle of throws, pillows, and limbs, you found yourself under Joeâs arm, curled up into his side.
You were comfortable before, but this would always be infinitely better.
âHmm, you smell nice.â Joe commented after taking a moment to press his nose into your still damp hair.
âYea? What do I smell like? Shampoo?â you whispered, voice not wanting to be any louder.
Joe easily bit, taking the invitation to get another real good whiff of you, his whole face now pressing into the crook of your neck.
You relished the attention, feeling fuzzy on the inside, heat blooming in your chest.
âYea, sort of lemony⌠all fresh and clean.â
You blushed and were unable to hide your smile as you settled together for some TV watching, warm bodies pressed together, always fitting just right somehow.
Joeâs arm rested on the back of the sofa and bent around your head just right for his fingers to play. To touch the skin around your ear like youâd been doing before. To lightly trail and leave goosebumps down your whole body.
You could easily fall asleep like this, legs intertwined, head on his chest.
You lazily watched TV in silence for a while and if Joe was going to keep up the barely there shapes drawn down your neck you knew you actually would fall asleep.
It was becoming difficult to keep your eyes open, every blink a comfortable invitation to just keep them closed, but then the soft buzzing of Joeâs phone pulled you both from your haze.
Joe had your earlobe in between his fingers when he answered, and for a moment you were fully expecting him to get up. Move to where his laptop lay shut to open it once more to maybe finish something he hadnât yet.
But when you tried to sit up a little for Joe to slip out of this cocoon youâd created, you felt his arm tense. He wasnât letting go of the soft skin of your ear and to make sure you stayed put, he bent a leg to keep yours in place.
âItâs past ten, mate,â Joe answered and although you didnât know who was calling him, just from his tone of voice you knew it wasnât work related.
Joe gently rubbed your earlobe between his fingers and it felt so nice, it turned the world blurry as you unfocused your eyes.
When you relaxed back into him, sinking into the line of his body, Joe tilted his head down to look at you, barely catching your little smile but happy to see you were still enticed by whatever was happening on TV.
You werenât though.
Not really.
Because as Joe spoke, he let his fingers continue what theyâd been doing and if he thought you were able to try to follow his conversation as well as what you were watching whilst he made you melt with his touch, he was wrong.
You were bad at multitasking on a good day, and you knew Joe was too. The fact that he was somehow able to keep you lax and floating whilst simultaneously being mentally present for this phone call was impressive.
Joe laughed through casual conversation with a friend who had some questions about future plans theyâd made. Their chat quickly turned into a hey-now-that-Iâve-got-you-on-the-phone catch up.
The low vibrations from his smooth voice were nice. You felt them where your face rested on his chest and relished in the tender love you were receiving that felt like a second nature sort of thing.
âNo, Iâm just at home. Watching TV.â
Not being mentioned suddenly made Joes fingers feel a little scandalous. Like the person on the phone wasnât allowed to know you were there and how he was making you feel right now.
It got a little worse when you felt how Joe let his fingers trail down your neck to disappear into your pyjama top where they slowly caressed over your collarbone.
Your voice let a little noise escape when his hand snuck back up again, finding its way into your hair, and Joe chuckled lowly.
You let yourself balance on the borders of consciousness, half asleep with thoughts so far removed from where you were, yet half laser focused on Joeâs fingers and where they tickled your skin.
Unsure of when youâd drifted off, or when Joe had finished his phone call, the next thing you registered was a soft and low far away, âHave I done a plait?â that pulled you back into the room a little more.
With your eyes still closed you reached a heavy hand up to feel what was essentially just a twirled strand of hair, not a plait at all.
You couldnât hide the little smile that spread at how adorable you thought it was that Joeâd just been playing with your hair and thought heâd actually done something.
He hadnât.
He just made you feel loved, which was actually far better than a plait.
âMhm,â you hummed approvingly, snuggling up into Joe more, understanding that it was likely much smarter to just get up and find your way into bed, but youâd quite literally never been more comfortable before.
âIâve done a plait.â Joe whispered, gleefully proud of himself and making sure that you knew, that youâd heard him, give him some praise.
âWell done.â You lied, because heâd not done a plait, but that was okay.
You werenât going to shoot yourself in the foot, because you were about to sink back into sleep and there was just one thing thatâd make you feel even more comfortable.
That would send you right back off into sleep.
 âDo another.â
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Here you'll find all my fanfiction in one place, where I explore characters, relationships, and the worlds they live in. Whether it's diving deep into emotional conflicts or adding new layers to the stories we love, my writing is all about giving you fresh perspectives and heartfelt moments. Whether you're here for angst, fluff, or something a bit more steamy, there's a story waiting for you.
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