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silkentine · 3 months

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Me when they are the sisters ever: 😭😭😭 They came out soooo freaking well. I won’t lie, they took me a thousand years to finish but through the constant support from all of my buds (and my latent bisexuality), we made it 😤

Hopefully you guys know the deal by now: design choices, easter eggs, and (NEW!) closeup shots below the read more. ⬇️

I wanted Ace to have a very down-to-earth vibe and looked at Aussie beach-girls, coastal cowgirls, and vaqueras for reference. (IDK, I’ve just always envisioned Ace as part-Australian🌺 and Mexican 🏴‍☠️) Her clothing choices are mostly natural or utilitarian materials like the painted wooden beads on her top, her woven fabric and leather belts, and her denim jumpsuit. I gave her bikini top a zen-garden kind of feel because I read the first Ace’s Story Novel and I loved how idyllic and peaceful they made Sixis Island sound so I wanted to invoke that in some way.

Speaking of her painted wooden beads, they hang off the back of her top and represent her connection to Sabo and Luffy. They watch her back once she sets sail. She only wears one red glass bead earring because the other one got ripped out of her ear when a child, leaving her earlobe torn (don’t think about it too much 😢). Also, YES! she does wear a hibiscus flower just like Rouge (because I hate you and I want to make you cry, muhwahahahaha).

Also, I really wanted her to have super textured curly hair that licks behind her like flames. I am always considering whether or not a character should have long hair or not because I don’t want it to be a hindrance if they’re in a fight (or if they ARE a fighter with long hair, how to they avoid an enemy making use of that?). Ace is, of course, a Logia-type Devil Fruit User so I think she wouldn’t have trouble with people grabbing it LOL I get the feeling that she doesn’t take very good care of it even though it looks amazing. Like you’d think it would be soft and bouncy just by looking at it but if you ever get the chance to run your fingers through it, it’s a total rat’s nest and there’s sand and food all up in it. She still falls asleep while eating 😂 but she tries her best to only do it around people she can trust (woman moment 😔).

Honestly, her design is not that different from Ace’s canon look. It feels really vital to Ace’s character to have a lot of skin showing. And he’s always hanging all over himself with his hips all cocked like the weight of the world is too much to stand up straight. It is certainly not my OWN preference to make her an absolute smoke show. That’s just the character, okay? (I’m partially lying and the proof is that I turned the emblem on Ace’s hat strap into a sternum tattoo for no other reason than that it is sexy af.)

Here are some closeups of Ace:

Now for Sabo, I’ve made her very girly. I tried putting her in pants or something more militant but she told me that she’d wear the big poofy sleeves and hiked-up ruffled skirt. I think Sabo has always had a strong grasp on his fashion sense and individual flair and I truly believe that his personal style is one of the major influences for the rest of the Revolutionary Army resulting in the very flashy, queer, steampunk aesthetic (aside from Dragon’s plain-ass cloak). So of course I had to implement her nonconformist look when reimagining her as a woman and dress her up to the nines.

I’ve given her very ornate jewelry that is there to tell a story, even if she herself doesn’t know it. I like to think she picks up stuff from her travels that resonate with her, such as a damaged set of earrings with one stone missing or red cup-shaped shells featuring three nestled pearls. Another accessory that cannot go unmentioned is her dragon claw hat pin that keeps her top hat resting on top of her hair (and is definitely used as a weapon when the situation simply doesn’t call for trusty metal pipe). She also has a veil that obscures her prominent facial scar. I imagine she’s not very keen on the reminder of the incident from her childhood that took away her memories. I also kept her chipped toothed because 1) it’s fucking adorable and 2) is a visual reminder that she no longer aligns herself with the nobility who would have gotten such a thing fixed. She is so poised in almost every outward facet of her life from her dignified role as the Chief of Staff to the elegant materials in her clothing that it can be easy to forget she was also a rough and tumble forest dweller. Every time Koala remembers this, he lets out the biggest sigh.

Her hair is inspired by Gibson Girls and Elizabeth Swann from the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie. I wanted it to be fussy and tidy but fall apart when she’s in moments of distress. For example, when she remembers her sisters, her hair starts to look like Ace’s flaming mane. I’m so in love with her, I think she looks like an adorable little porcelain doll that would fuck you up. I made an effort to keep her eyes a little bit manic. I get lost in her steely black orbs (and also Ace’s warm brown ones, but we’re talking about Sabo rn).

Here are her close-ups:

Plot notes for this AU:

For this series of character designs, I wanted the expressions and outfits to be aligned with the canon plot but I don’t know if I have the heart to kill fem!Ace in my AU. I’m too attached and ASL has suffered enough!!!!! But Ace’s death is also a major defining moment for Luffy so it feels disingenuous to completely avoid it. Also a huge aspect of Sabo’s character is carrying on Ace’s will and I have so many thoughts about how the Dressrosa Colosseum scene would play out if they were all women. Oh well, I’ll cross that tragic bridge when I get to it. I’m definitely going to draw some Modern AU Girl Piece ASL though. They deserve to hang out with no stakes 😭 They are sisters!!!

Check out the tag “girl piece” on my blog for my other One Piece genderbends! 🥰

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threecirclesofvaryingsizes · 1 year

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Was not prepared for the Jfk and Ronald Regan jump scare in Rogers the Musical at Disneyland

#anyone seen it? its goofy af #but its cute #im not keen on the crowds getting into the theater #disneyland #marvel #letters from the editor

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redr0sewrites · 7 months

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Hazbin Hotel Characters with a Goth S/o

this is basically how some of ththe hazbin characters would support their goth s/o- as a goth person this is literally so self-indulgent lmao

🥀Pairing(s): lucifer x reader, velvette x reader, adam x reader, alastor x reader

🥀 Cw: fluff!

Lucifer

lucifer is a little confused and intimidated about your style at first, he definitely asks a lot of questions

VERY supportive once u explain it, hes very much the "okay dear" type

honestly i think he would find it super attractive, the way u express yourself is just so admirable to him

i feel like lucifer is very fidgety and is always losing focus, and one tjing that i do is that im ALWAYS fidgeting with thr chains and accessories on my outfits so like imagine him just standing super close to you and gently rearranging your chains and necklaces for you...

he would let you teach him how to do makeup and eyeliner and would definitely let you practice styles on him!

lucifer would also help you get ready too, always willing to offer some positive feedback or help with makeup and hair

i also think lucifer adores it when you give him music recommendations, and would get super into a lot of the bands that you like

i personally hc him as a siouxsie and the banshees fan bc i just feel like the elegant vibes fit him very well, but i also think he'd like strawberry switchblade too and just goth stuff like that

overall very supportive and super sweet and silly when it comes to your fashion

Velvette

gosh she needs more love

you both are fashion ICONS okay like even before you both become official she is blown away by your style and authenticity

she def designs special fashion items just for you, she makes a whole line of clothes based off of u and ur aesthetic

velvette LOVES matching with you and loves incorporating both of your individual styles into your matching outfits, whether youre more mallgoth or romantic goth or trad goth or anything in between, she is totally inspired by you and your fits and will always want to inspire you in return

def buys you things she seed and thinks you'd like or look good in, regardless of price. her gifts range from thrifted maxi dresses abd fishnets to priceless jewelry and makeup LIKEEEEE omg

velvette LOVES when u wear something she bought for u or designed for u as well

yall are always late for social events bc u HAVE to be the best dressed couple there i swear

also if u wear chunky boots or platforms and ur taller than her???? expect her to pull you down for kisses bc URGH seeing you sm taller than her does something to her

guys i have a type help

Adam

adam thinks your hot af if you're goth

hes the type to make big tiddy goth gf jokes im sorry💀

in all seriousness tho he would LOVE a goth s/o

adam def likes alternative/rock music and he would think it's awesome if you introduced him to some goth bands

he would LOVE the scary bitches, death grips, and also sisters of mercy too

i def think goth people would be much more rare in heaven than in hell, and he would get SO defensive on your behalf if anyone said anything about you or your fashion

honestly hes your number one fan and LOVES giving his input on your fits

honestly your closet doubles when you date him, adam loves seeing you wear his rings and punk jewelry and i def think he has a lot of old band shirts and stuff for his band, so he would love seeing you wear his oversized shirts

if u have piercings WOOWHEE bc adam asks SO MANY QUESTIONS

he thinks theyre so hot ngl, and i def think he has a few piercings and will buy u both matching jewelry

adam would learn to play songs you like on the guitar for you as well

i dont think hed be super keen on letting you put makeup on him but he'd fold after a little persuasion

i honestly think he'd like eyeliner and how he looks wearing it but doesn't want to admit it bc he doesn't want to seem too feminine (but u know ofc)

Alastor

before even meeting you he was fascinated by your style and boldness

alastor loves people who are unique, and someone who chooses to stand out so much definitely catches his eye

he'd find you very aesthetically appealing and would often find himself wanting to be around you more and learn more about you, your style, and goth culture in general

over this time period is probably when he started to develop feelings for you

alastor would def like the romantic/vampire goth look, that whole genre in general is just very elegant and classy while also nonconformist, which definitely speaks to him

when it comes to music alastor would probably be a little skeptical at first, especially when it comes to new technology, however if you (like me) have a record player and vinyl, i def think he would like listening to some of your fav goth bands on that

i dont really know why but i gen think he'd be a fan of the cure, sure its pretty basic but the vibe of some of the songs can be upbeat and kinda jazzy, and they just have that "old timey" vibe i think alastor would appreciate

alastor is fascinated with the process in which you get ready, and enjoys just sitting and watching in peaceful silence as uou do your makeup and pick out your outfit

if you (like most goths) are into creepy and unusual decor, he would LOVE to help you decorate your room

alastor has the strangest taste in interior design and loves sharing his unhinged ideas with you

overall alastor loves people with a lot of individuality and would definitely find a goth partner appealing because of that !!

THIS IS GETTING SO LONG HELP IM PROB GONNA MAKE A PT2 W MORE CHARACTERS HEHE- THIS WAS MY FIRST TIME WRITING FOR ALASTOR AND VELVETTE I HOPE I DID THEM JUSTICE!!! WE NEED MORE LOVE FOR VELVETTE SHES SOOOOO AJSJDJD- anywaysssss hope yall enjoyed!!! feel free to req more, esp if u want a pt2 to this >:D

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babealiciousbeauties · 1 month

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Dafne Keen is making the rounds

😍

#dafne keen #babe #cute af #cute girl

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earthtooz · 1 year

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x : AVOIDANCE :*+ﾟ

in which: falling for blade was not on your agenda, so naturally you decide to distance yourself. however, the last thing you'd predicted was blade being upset with the sudden space.

warnings: 2.3k wc, FLUFF, ooc!blade probably bc i'm still trying to figure it out, kafka meddles with the two of you, gn!stellaron hunter!reader who has a past lol, NOT PROOFREAD, idiots in love bc i love that trope, bad writing

a/n: thank you to the anon who gave me this idea :D much appreciated, i had a lot of fun with this one when my angstier fics were draining me af. i hope you enjoy, apologies if it's a little low quality, but it's my child <3

when you first joined the team of stellaron hunters, you didn’t expect to get much out of it, especially since the team looked so cold, calculating, mischievous, and unforgiving, greeting you with vicious smiles and muddy eyes. preemptively, you assumed the most you would receive is acquaintanceship.

however, time has proven you wrong, because on the contrary, you have found comfort, friendship, and stability in the form of this mismatched group.

you never expected to find love either.

but you did, and it might be the worst decision your heart has ever made.

“y/n, there you are. kafka and i are thinking about going out to lunch. want to join?” silver wolf’s voice interrupts your train of thought, disrupting your peace in your private spot amongst the gardens.

“oh, hi silver wolf,” you murmur, shutting your book after shoving in a bookmark. “who else is going?”

“kafka asked blade and he agreed.”

the genius hacker doesn’t notice the way you tense upon hearing a certain swordman’s name. instead, you play it cool by opening up your book again, scanning the pages in hopes of ignoring the racing of your heart.

“i think i’ll pass on this one. thank you though,” you mutter.

“really?” the silver-haired asks, popping her gum before shrugging. “whatever you say. i’m off!”

“bye!”

hearing her footsteps fade, you slump in your seat, your memories with blade hauntingly eminent in your mind. you don’t recall when you fell for him, or why exactly, all you have in your recollection is a series of moments that you look back fondly upon with a full heart, love slowly seeping in to you and causing your affections to grow to the size that they reside at now.

when you had realised, the love had already grown too big to deflate, and dejection struck moments after; a big bang of butterflies in your stomach that all disintegrated straight after.

how brutal- perhaps this was an indication that blade was rubbing off on you too much, and you need to cleanse yourself of his influence.

love, although fickle, was not something that you avidly rejected. despite having lived like a hunted deer, your experiences have been fleeting, building your delicate heart for a life of meeting, falling, then leaving when you least wanted to, needing to run before an arrow pierced you- and certainly not cupid’s one.

but with blade, everything is different. there is no arrow to run from, not in the life that elio has foreseen for you. for the first time in your life, you can stop running away and try fall into the arms of love with little remorse.

it's just ironic that you fall into the arms of a man who should not be touched.

“y/n’s not coming with us today,” silver wolf reports after meeting up with the other two stellaron hunters.

“oh?” kafka hums, “usually y/n’s always willing to hangout, why’s that?”

“busy or something, i don’t know, i didn’t care to ask.”

the slight scrunch of displeasure in blade’s expression passes by the keen eyes of both kafka and silver wolf. if either of them had noticed then perhaps it would have been a topic of interest, but for the time being, the pair move on (faster than the third member), your unusual absence dismissed in favour of where to get food.

as the days turn into nights and elio issues more missions and mumbles more futures, blade feels as though he sees you less and less.

it’s not intuition more than it is you purposefully ignoring and evading blade in your everyday, though.

“good morning,” kafka’s voice greets when she walks in to the cafeteria, where you were eating breakfast alone. setting down your phone, you regard her with a mouth full of bread. “gross. at least swallow first.”

“screw off,” you murmur. “how did you sleep?”

“fine fine, i woke up in the wrong position though and my neck is killing me, but what about you? seems like you’ve been up a while.”

“i’ve been up since asscrack of dawn.”

the purple-haired regards you with amusement. “why’s that?”

“body clock or whatever,” you lie, staring down at your glass of water.

“i see,” kafka hums half-heartedly, as if seeing right through you. “well, i’m going to get some coffee, i’ll be right back.”

“mk.”

you’re left on your own for only a few minutes, waiting patiently in silence for kafka to return. the morning is cool and pleasant, and the smell of rain is still heavy in the air as the morning dew lightens the atmosphere. the weather will surely get hotter as the day matures, but for now, you enjoy the gentle caress of sunlight on your back.

or rather- you were enjoying the gentle caress of the sun, but the methodicalness of it all is ruined when you spot a certain figure with dark, long hair beside kafka.

suddenly the last thing you know is peace and calm, and the abrupt, painful scraping of your chair against the floor symbolises that.

“going somewhere?” kafka asks.

picking up your scraps, you avoid blade’s gaze. “yeah! i- uh, realised that i have some documents to drop off for elio by twelve or whatever.”

“won't you stay to keep us company for breakfast,” the purple-haired tempts, “it feels like it’s been so long since we’ve spent some proper time together.”

“has it?” you laugh nervously and kafka easily picks up the pitchiness of your tone. “i’ll make it up soon, i promise, i’ve just been overflowed with things to do.”

“alright. you be off then. don’t work too hard.”

“i won’t. my head is remaining tight on my shoulders, don’t you worry!” you reassure before scrambling away, feeling like your legs could not be any slower as you retreat away from blade’s scrutinising gaze. when you round the corner, you sigh a breath of relief.

it’s laughable and simultaneously admirable how dedicated you are about dodging every interaction possible, but for the record, you think you’re doing quite well. not that space was doing many favours for your heart, but persistence is key.

whoever believed that distance makes the heart grow fonder just clearly didn’t try enough, because yours feels like it’s about to hammer out of your chest with how fast it is racing, and the sensation is equivalent to something like pain rather than fondness.

“i’m worried,” blade mutters, gaze lingering on where you’d just disappeared. “and why does y/n talk like i’m not right here?”

“aww, are you upset?” coos kafka, taking a seat. the swordsman mimics her.

“why wouldn’t i be? it feels like y/n has been ignoring me as of late.”

kafka hums thoughtfully, swirling her coffee cup around.

“do you know anything about that?”

“nup. nothing at all,” she answers, feigning ignorance to the many suspicions that are bubbling around in her mind. the last thing kafka is, is blind, your unusual behaviour has not bypassed her perceptive eye at all, but she believes she has uncovered the reasoning as to why; said reasoning being a certain swordsman.

the revelation is definitely interesting, and she might just be able to give the push you both need.

“y’know what, bladie? if it concerns you that much, i’d say you go check up on y/n later,” kafka suggests.

“why not you?”

“i’ll be busy, but i think some support in dire times is just what y/n needs.”

“okay. fine.”

when blade gathers the courage to check up on you, like kafka recommended, the time is nearing 5pm. the sun is beginning to cool, the animals are retreating into their nests, and the big, bad, intimidating stellaron hunter is roaming around the archives, where you’re situated to work, hoping to locate you.

it takes a few laps around to finally find your placement because you’re fast asleep, only identifiable to blade by the jacket you hung on the back of your chair.

the sight of you hunched over your desk over a multitude of forms and papers causes a wave of concern (however much he can feel) to wash over blade, and suddenly, he does something completely foreign to him: dote over someone.

gently lifting your jacket to cover your shoulders, he stills when you shift a little, your eyebrows furrowing in your sleep. deciding to leave you alone, all blade spares is one lasting look at your vulnerability before leaving.

he wonders what it is that could be making you so frustrated.

(if only he knew).

a few days later, kafka confronts you about the suspicions that’s been creeping to the forefront of her mind.

“did you do something to piss a certain bladie off?”

kafka’s saccharine voice is laced with mischief as she leans towards you, chin resting on the palm of her hand. she certainly does not miss the way you tense up at the mention of the swordsman’s name and her smirk widens when you shuffle away, subconsciously turning away, as if avoiding the subject.

“i can’t think of why i would have,” you murmur, crossing your arms. “why?”

“oh, nothing, he’s just been complaining and crying a lot recently.”

“he does that all the time.”

“so he does,” your fellow stellaron hunter hums. “except he’s mentioning your name a lot more nowadays.”

you freeze. “what?”

“hm? did i say something peculiar?”

inhaling a deep breath, you steady yourself. you know what kafka wants out of you and you’re not going to give it to her despite how innocent and pretty she spins the web to look. after all these years together, you hope to have learnt a thing or two about how to avoid her snare.

“what is blade saying about me?” you quiz.

she blinks at you. “why so curious if you haven’t done anything?”

“can i not ask about something that involves my name? besides, he’s my friend, i want to know what he’s saying,” you lean against the back of the couch, trying to calm the involuntary shake in your legs. you despise that the slightest mention of blade can cause a bottomless pit to form in your stomach and it’s not because of how intimidating or threatening he is.

no, it’s because you’ve fallen for him, hook, line, and centre.

and blade would have to die before you ever tell him.

“mostly just grumbles about wondering where you are,” kafka expands, waving her hands about to match her words. “he asked silver wolf and i if you’ve been talking to us and when we said ‘yes’, he looked pissed! when i asked why he was being a sourpuss, he just stormed off.”

“so temperamental, that man,” she sighs. then, she looks back at you with those half-lidded eyes that have always gotten her what she wants, and in this case, they’re answers. “so tell me, y/n, what did you do to our bladie to have him all riled up like this?”

“nothing. absolutely nothing.”

“are you sure?”

“positive.”

“positive?”

you avoid her curious gaze. “positive.”

“maybe i phrased the question wrong. has bladie done something to you instead?”

panic settles within you. “no,” you lie through your teeth. “he hasn’t.”

“so if i asked you why you left breakfast so abruptly that day, you wouldn’t say that it’s because of him?”

“i had work to do, kafka, you know how busy my job gets.”

“i know, i know,” she persists, “then why weren’t you in a hurry before blade arrived that morning?”

you don’t know how to refute that, letting silence speak volumes instead.

“and why did you skip out on lunch with silver wolf and i? was it because we also invited a certain someone?”

“okay! fine, you’ve got me. what do you want to know?” you explode, tossing your phone on the couch in frustration.

“so it is about blade?” questions your coworker.

“yeah. it is.”

“what about him? did he do something to hurt you? you know he’s accidentally mean sometimes-”

“it’s not that, he’s nothing but a sweetheart.”

“so what’s the problem?”

“that is the problem! he’s just… he’s him.”

“is that bad?”

“for my heart, yes.”

“oh my- so you like him?”

you exhale exasperatedly, “don’t act like you haven’t already figured that out, kafka.”

the cheshire smile she then flashes sends shivers down your spine. for whatever reason, an oppressive feeling grows in your gut, resembling something like a warning.

“you’re right, i knew,” she flaunts. then, her gaze cuts to look behind you. “but i don’t think blade did.”

your heart lurches out of your chest with enough force to pull you off the couch and you stumble around to see that, lo and behold, blade was indeed standing in the hallway. the expression he wears tells you enough; he heard you, he knows.

kafka somehow sneaks her way out of the room, leaving you alone to deal with the face of rejection. it’s daunting being in the same space as him after so long, you almost forgot about the intimidating pressure that blade naturally exudes and projects in every space he enters.

“hi,” you start, looking away.

he stalks over to you, footsteps soundless before stopping a feet in front of you. instead of saying something, the swordsman merely gazes down at you whilst you keep your eyes glued to the side.

“can you reject me already? the silence is kinda killing me,” you snap after a few seconds, crossing your arms protectively.

instead of obeying to your request, blade does something completely unexpected; he very gently lifts your chin with his hand, and red eyes bore right into yours. is it odd to feel seen in your demise? because blade is looking- no, surveying you with such immense focus and clarity that your heart stills, frozen in position because it wants him to see the most picturesque part of you.

(he sees it, but he wants to know more of you. the pretty, the ugly, the likeable, and the unwanted.)

“would you like to go on a date?” he asks.

#this was awful </3 #blade x reader #blade hsr x reader #ren x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x gn!reader #blade x gn!reader #blade fluff #blade x reader fluff

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astarioffsimpmain · 8 months

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Follow Me to Pleasure

(Gale GIF by: @lathanderr)

Astarion x Gale x Plus Size F!Tav

Warnings: Cunnilingus, fingering, blow-jobs, ass slapping, praise kink, double penetration (vaginal), double creampie

Synopsis: Mostly porn without plot, but it's a 1-shot connected to this fic! Astarion and Gale team up to bring you pleasure like you've never known; the boys are sweet af; consent is key; two doting boyfriends who love you a LOT

Author's Note: This is probably the most difficult smut I have ever written. It took me a long time and several rewrites, as well as multitudes of mini beta-reading doses, so thank you to those of you that have helped me write this fic, and helped me through my brain-no-work sludges. I appreciate and love you all!

“Gods, darling.” Astarion moaned softly, his fingers threading through your damp locks as you licked a generous stripe up the underside of his thick cock with your tongue. You took the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the hole, collecting the salty precum as you went, your eyes rolling back in your head when he twitched. You never thought this was something you would enjoy, but having the handsome vampire moaning and writhing at the warmth of your mouth had you keening around his pulsing member as you sucked him further in.

“Mmph!” you cried out around Astarion’s cock as long, thick fingers pressed against your slit from behind.

“Gods above, you’re already so wet, my love.” the wizard’s voice crooned in your ear approvingly. “Does taking his cock alone truly make you this excited?”

You hummed in response, nodding your head enthusiastically, your mouth bobbing up and down on the vampire’s length, pulling another moan from the recipient’s throat. His fingers gripped your hair harder, tugging you closer, further down onto him until you tapped his hip lightly to let him know you were at your limit. With a grunt, he released your hair, his hands instead trailing over your shoulders, arms, then around to your breasts. He cupped each of them in his hands and squeezed, sending jolts of pain and shivers of pleasure coursing through you; down your spine and then straight back up as Gale massaged your swollen folds, pressing kisses in the dimples of your hips before slowly trailing his lips and tongue up your body.

“Om, geemmmf!” you cried Gale’s name, only a muffled wail reaching the men’s ears as your cheeks hollowed out around Astarion’s throbbing cock.

“Oh, she likes that, Gale.” Astarion purred, brushing several stray hairs out of your eyes as the wizard prodded your entrance. Gale didn't respond, his eyes focused on the way your back arched forward away from him, pressing your rear closer to him as he teased your folds with his digits.

"Fuck, Tav." He growled, an uncharacteristic curse stringing from his lips when he slipped a finger inside of you. You keened as the rough pad of his middle finger rubbed a blazing heat in your velvety folds, the delicious squelch a noise forever burned into the minds of the men handling you. Astarion's hips rutted involuntarily at the sound and he groaned.

"Let me taste her." He commanded, eyeing the round of your ass where he knew Gale’s hand was splayed. The wizard nodded, rendered silent by his lust, and pulled his finger from you, earning a whimper from below him. He offered the soaked digit to Astarion, who drew it into his mouth greedily and sucked. The combined moans of the two men above you sent shivers down your spine as Astarion cleaned Gale's fingers of your slick. You released Astarion's cock from your mouth and opened your lips to ask for a taste of your own when Gale’s finger delved back into you without warning, and a high pitched whine was all that came out in the question's place.

"F-fuck, Gale!" You cried, now up on all fours as the wizard prepped you for another finger, and he moaned in response, pumping his own cock, already half hard, against the curve of your rear.

"Don't forget about me, darling." Astarion cooed, his face suddenly inches from yours. Leaning towards him, you captured his lips without hesitation, pressing your tongue onto his, begging him to taste himself in your mouth. He groaned into your mouth and pushed you upright against Gale’s bare chest. You wrapped an arm up around the wizard’s neck on instinct, and Astarion seemed fully delighted with how much access that maneuver gave him to your plump tits, now dangling dangerously in front of his vermillion gaze. "Add another finger. She can take it. Can't you, love?" He murmured, his lips brushing the place where the little scars from his fangs were on your neck. Your hips bucked in response, the residual pleasure from him biting you stoking an insatiable fire in your core, and you nodded fervently, aching for more friction. "Good girl." Astarion whispered, his breath tickling your ear with warmth before it disappeared in an instant and his lips closed around one of your pert nipples instead.

You moaned loudly, Astarion's praise sending enough extra slick to your core to allow Gale’s index finger to slide inside of you with little resistance. You trembled as he pumped in and out of you, your orgasm barreling closer with every curl of Gale’s fingers and flick of Astarion's tongue. "Ah, I'm- Stari!" You cried, your free hand finding his locks and tugging.

"Come for us, darling." He mumbled around your nipple, the sensation and his permission sending you spiraling out of control. Your legs shook as your eyes squeezed shut and you plunged off the precipice into a white hot eruption of bliss.

Your senses returned to you slowly; the soft blanket beneath you, the veil of sweat suspended in the charged air around you, the gentle hands cascading over your skin: soft, rough, warm, cold; kisses being dropped on your shoulders, your back, your breasts, your stomach. You hummed softly in approval as your breathing slowed and two sets of strong, loving arms embraced you from the back and front. You peeled one eye open only to meet the loving gaze of a pair of red ones staring back at you. "Hello." He purred, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your lips.

"Hi there." You replied. You giggled then, a gurgled, happy thing that infected the vampire enough to have him chuckling back at you.

"Welcome back, my love." A smooth, low voice tickled your ear as Gale leaned down to plop a chaste kiss on the shell of it.

You giggled again. "Thank you."

"How are you feeling?" The wizard asked, his large hand dragging along your stomach in a way you assumed was supposed to be comforting, but was so close to where you were still sensitive that all it did was re-awaken the ache within you.

"Mmmm," you crooned softly, pressing your body further into his touch. "Good." You mumbled, trying to nuzzle your head into Gale’s shoulder despite the awkward angle. A deep rumbling laugh shook your body and you smiled into his damp skin, breathing in his scent deeply, hoping it would settle within you and never leave, much like Astarion's had.

"Are you done for the evening, my darling?" Astarion asked, taking your fingers between several of his own and playing with them. You whipped your head around to face him, a look of what you could only imagine to be shock and affront on your face, and he let out a belly laugh. "Oh Gale, you should have seen the look I was just on the receiving end of. If I were not undead already, you would have to hold a funeral."

"Does that mean that our little love isn't quite sated yet?" Gale teased, his fingers swooping lower on your stomach causing you to squirm. You shook your head, not quite trusting your voice with the answer, however your vampire had other ideas. His fingers were gripping your chin before you knew what was happening, turning your head to face him again.

"Answer him, darling. Use your words."

"I-" you stuttered, your face heating up under his commanding eyes. "I w-want more."

"Mmm perfect." He smirked before crashing his lips to yours and pulling you to him. He sought entrance with his tongue and you gave it to him freely, moaning as he explored your mouth; plundering it eagerly as his hands found purchase on your plump ass cheeks, squeezing them when he wanted you to make more noise for him. You were so caught up in the kiss that you were oblivious to Gale’s movements until you felt a tap on your thigh and broke away from Astarion to find the wizard on his back before you, his stiff cock twitching ever so slightly as your heated gaze raked him up and down.

You stole a glance back at Astarion who was smiling wickedly at you. "Well, darling? Never turn down a willingly offered meal, especially not one this pretty." He stroked his fingers up Gale’s arm, the wizard shuddering in response to his chilled touch and the praise that came with it. You bit your bottom lip, a low whine building from your throat as you shuffled around and swung your leg over Gale’s hips. His hands found the pudge there and he curled his fingers into your soft flesh, holding you steady as you adjusted yourself on top of him.

"Mmm, you look divine, my sweet." He mumbled, staring at you with awe in his eyes. "So pretty and flushed. Your bewitching sex is ready for me, isn't it?" He freed a hand to press several fingers into your slit and you whimpered and flinched, still so incredibly sensitive from your last high. "Shhh, relax, my love." The wizard purred, circling your clit lazily with his thick fingers and dipping them inside. The pleasure soon overrode the pain again and your hips bucked reflexively into his hand. He chuckled darkly, then removed his fingers, much to your dismay.

"Galeee…" you keened, dropping your hips to search for the friction you'd lost.

"You've had quite enough of my fingers, my sweet." He leveled you with a mischievous smirk that sent wet heat seeping through your folds. You groaned. "Fine." You smirked in return. "No more fingers."

"Good girl." The two men praised you simultaneously and you bit down on your lip to keep the smile from overtaking your face.

Without warning, you dropped fully down onto Gale’s stomach, his long, curved cock pressed between his abdomen and your swollen folds, and he moaned loudly.

Slap!

"Ungh!" You yelped in surprise, more wetness seeping onto Gale’s skin as you recovered from Astarion's swift slap to your rear.

"That's for being cheeky." He teased, raking his fingernails over the reddening mark on your ass.

"If I punished you every time you were cheeky, you wouldn't have any pale skin le- mmfph! Ah!" You cried out as a slap came down hard to the other cheek.

"Less speaking. More riding, darling." Astarion tutted. "Look at poor Gale, he's being so good, waiting for you." You glanced down at the wizard splayed below you, a flush having crept up beyond his beard on his cheeks; one that then traveled all the way back down to his hairy chest, the orb there glimmering ever so slightly in his excitement. There was an overwhelming sense of adoration in his stare as his palms explored your every dip and curve, but you could feel the undercurrent of impatience growing and decided to gift your lover what he wanted.

Slowly, you dragged your core along the taught muscles of his lower stomach, letting out a low groan at how good his happy trail felt against you. He grunted softly once he realized what you were doing and gave your hips a squeeze of encouragement. You rocked slowly atop him, your hands resting behind you on his knees as you propelled yourself back and forth, your slick coating the hair on his body with a thin film as you rode his muscles. Each time you pressed back onto his cock, you both shared a groan that sent your mind spiraling into oblivion, the world around you no longer all that important when you felt his tip slip between your folds and prod at your clit.

"Please," he murmured softly, his grip tightening on your hips.

"Please, w-what, Gale?" You stuttered, teasing him as best you could while the pleasure fought to take your words. "Use your words." Astarion groaned loudly next to you at his command being used on Gale, his hand stilling against his cock so that he didn't spill too quickly.

The wizard underneath you growled and took over the motion of your hips, rocking you back and forth quickly on top of him, rendering you a mess of moans and whimpers as the pleasure built hot inside of you, but just before it overtook you, Gale clamped down on your hips and stilled you completely. "No.." you whined pitifully, trying to wriggle in the wizard’s hold. But he was stronger than he looked, and you were held fast against him.

"Come here, my love." He smiled after your breathing regulated again and pulled your mouth down to his to capture your lips in a kiss filled with all of the ardor he held for you. "My love, my heart, my everything." He murmured against your lips between every kiss. "Let us become one." You nodded vigorously as his finger prodded the underside of your thigh, lifting yourself onto your knees eagerly; so eagerly that you had Gale chuckling into your mouth as he positioned himself at your slit. "Sit." He instructed, leaving no room for hesitation, and you complied without question, lowering yourself down onto him, your eyes screwing shut as his tip pushed past your opening.

"That's it, darling." Astarion's voice was in your ear, encouraging you. "You're taking him so well, look at you. Let me help you along." You nearly jumped when his soft, cool fingers found your clit and started rubbing circles into it, but relaxed quickly into his touch, the extra pleasure and slick helping you to fully sheath yourself on the wizard’s length, dropping your thighs down to rest once again on Gale’s taut abdomen. All three of you shared satisfied moans once he'd bottomed out inside of you, Astarion's fingers only slowing for a moment before speeding back up again. Gale's hands found your breasts instead, squeezing and flicking your tender nipples with the rough pads of his fingers as you adjusted to his size. "Gale, oh gods, Gale." You keened. The stretch of him already had you delirious, murmuring his name over and over like a prayer as you rutted your hips shallowly.

"By the gods, you feel incredible." He groaned, snapping his hips up to meet yours.

"Wet and tight, isn't she?" Astarion huffed, his breathing labored as he continued to stroke himself.

"So much so, oh gods." Gale said, tugging your nipples between his fingers as you started bouncing on him in earnest. All too soon, your arms and legs tired of the position you were in, so you propelled yourself forward, bracing yourself against the wizard's chest instead, his soft pecs beneath your palms and the stiff peaks of his nipples poking through your fingers. "C'mere, love." Gale growled, his hands closing around your back and pulling you down to meet his lips in a kiss as he held you in place and rutted his hips up into you. The slapping of your thighs colliding with his pelvis and the way his cock curved inside of you to hit the deepest parts of you every time nearly had you toppling over the edge, but Gale’s pace slowed and came to a stop, denying you the release you so desperately craved. Your walls throbbed around his length painfully and you groaned.

"Please, Gale. Please, I need- ungh! Please, gods." You muttered, barely coherent as you were forced down from your high, every limb clinging to Gale's body like a life preserver in your aching haze.

"Shhh, it's alright. Breathe, relax. You'll have what you desire. Won't she, Astarion?" Gale hummed, running a comforting hand up and down your arched spine.

"Of course, darling." Astarion answered from behind you and you curled around to look at him. "Lay down on him, my love, and breathe." You followed his instruction wordlessly, laying your body flat against Gale’s chest, your pebbled nipples pressing against his as you breathed in the scent of old leather, patchouli, and musk. “Good, my love. Keep breathing and trust us. I’ll go slow and take care of you. Tell me to stop at any time, yes?” Astarion swirled his dexterous fingers over your opening where Gale was still buried and you nodded, whining as you tried to push closer to his touch.

"Yes," you whispered, knowing the vampire would want a verbal confirmation before he went any further.

"Mmm what a good girl you are, my love, learning so quickly." He murmured into the crook of his neck as he placed open mouthed kisses there. His fingers stretched you further open with centuries' old expertise and you were moaning loudly, clenching around Gale’s cock and Astarion's two fingers before you could even register how they got there. Gale grunted softly as your walls contracted around him, using every ounce of his willpower to stay still as you rode your high. His hands explored your trembling body, gliding down your back, over the curve of your rear before making their way back up your spine, over your shoulders, and down your arms as you relaxed against his chest and your breathing evened out.

"You're doing so well, my love." He murmured in your ear approvingly, and you shivered with delight at the way his warm breath tickled your ear. Your body slowly turned to mush against his, and you closed your eyes, reveling in how pliantly blissed-out you felt.

"Do you have one more in you, my sweet?" Astarion's crooning voice behind you had you flopping your head to the other side on Gale’s chest and staring into his red-wine gaze, full of mischief, adoration, and unbridled lust.

You started nodding before your mind even caught up to his words. "Mhm." You mumbled softly, curling closer to Gale.

"Excellent." Astarion grinned and pressed his fingers back to your sensitive slit. You retreated from him, the soreness of your abused cunt leaving you reflexively pulling away from him. "Easy, love." His soft voice, full of promises, coaxed you into relaxing again and allowing him to stretch you open, the pain soon easing once more into an intoxicating buzz that had your jaw dropping in a silent whimper. “See what happens when you’re a good girl?” the vampire whispered to you as he used his first two fingers to spread you open for him. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you nodded vigorously, humming happily when Gale pressed kisses to the curve of your jaw.

“Breathe, love.” Gale cooed against your skin and you started to allow the air in your lungs when you felt something press against your stuffed slit and gasped - it was much larger than Astarion’s fingers. You whipped your head around and were met with the beautiful sight of your lover's face twisted up in pleasure, his mouth open, showcasing his deadly fangs as he groaned. His abs were taut and his shoulders tense as he worked his tip inside of you.

"A-Astarion, oh gods, it's- it's too much!" You cried out and he stopped immediately, his brows un-furrowing and his eyes opening wide with concern. "T-too fast." You said breathily, fear warring with desire inside of you. "Go slower… please."

"Darling, are you sure? We don't have to do this. Gods know I have plenty more ways to make you scream in pleasure." He reassured you, his cold hand stroking down your back gently.

"Yeah, don't push yourself, love. Not if it hurts you." Gale said, giving your upper arms a squeeze.

Their care and consideration for you made up your mind and you took a deep breath. "No, I want this. I want to do this with both of you. I'm just… nervous. Please, please take care of me." You murmured, taking a moment to look each of your wonderful lovers in the eyes.

"We will always take care of you, my love." Gale tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear and leaned up to press a kiss to your lips.

"Well, I was going to say that but Gale stole it from me." Astarion huffed from your side, but when you looked over to him, his eyes were glimmering with mirth and you smiled at him, welcoming his kiss too. "You're safe with us, darling." He mumbled against your lips and you nodded, relaxing into his touch and immediately breathing a soft yelp into Astarion's mouth as your walls twitched around Gale’s length, aching from both the lack of friction and the overstimulation of staying seated on him for so long.

"Astarion, please."

"Please what, my sweet?"

"I need you inside me."

He moaned against your mouth, stroking himself again before shuffling back behind you and relining himself with your entrance. "Alright, darling; my beautiful, beautiful love. Lay down and kiss your wizard."

Gale chuckled in response and guided your lips to his as you melted into him, your rear raising higher as you bowed low to wrap your arms around his neck. Gale’s tongue intertwined with yours and you hummed as you entered this passionate dance with him. You grunted when you felt Astarion press into you, but then his cockhead disappeared and you cried out into Gale’s mouth when you felt his tongue lick a sudden, salacious stripe up your slit. Gale shuddered at the sensation of Astarion's tongue on his sheathed member and clutched you closer to him, bucking up into you shallowly as Astarion repositioned again.

This time, when he entered you, the stretch didn't burn as badly and you bowed back, welcoming him inside you with a high pitched mewl. You felt the vampire’s cold spit dribble down between your bodies as he pushed you back down onto Gale and urged his cock further inside of you. “S-so full,” you babbled, curling your arms around Gale’s shoulders and holding on for dear life as Astarion’s length joined Gale’s, filling you to the brim. You gulped down air, crying out with every exhale as you lost track of whose hands were massaging your body and which pair of lips caressed your skin. You were on fire, a hedonistic rapture like you’d never known possessing all of your senses at once as the two men rolled their hips into you with rapid, shallow thrusts.

“Going to let us come inside you, my love?” you heard the words somewhere far away, distant in your fugue state.

“Yes! Gods, yes, please- please oh gods Gale- Astarion! Gods!” you cried out, tears streaking your cheeks as the pleasure overtook you and you clamped down hard on their cocks. The sounds of your moaning and screaming bounced off the walls of Astarion’s tent while they worked you through your climax, pumping you full until they too, one right after the other, groaned in ecstatic bliss as they stilled inside you to coat your walls white with their spend.

Little by little, the tent descended into a comfortable quiet as the three of you came down from your highs and naturally curled against one another in the aftermath. Reaching for the damp cloths he had summoned, Gale used one to gently wipe away the excess fluids from your swollen slit. You gasped when the material touched you, wincing as you pulled away from him. But Astarion was behind you, and he held you fast. “Let him work, darling. It’s alright, I know it’s sensitive. You were such a good girl for us.” he pressed a tender kiss to your temple and you relaxed in his hold, giving Gale a nod to continue. After he finished, you reached for a new cloth and cleaned him and Astarion, pressing your lips to each of theirs in deep kisses that you hoped would convey what words could not; you loved them - madly, deeply, and truly. You were theirs forever if they would have you. They both seemed to get the message, each cradling your face and gifting you all the tenderness and ardor that only a lover could.

When you were finished, Gale laid down against Astarion’s multitudes of pillows - an action for which you were certain, if the vampire had not been so completely blissed out as he was now, would have been snarked about - and pulled you gently to his chest, your back pressing up against his warmth. You hummed in contentment as the wizard’s arm snaked around your front and curled around your soft stomach, drawing lazy circles there with his thumb. “Mmm Astarion, c’mere.” you murmured, opening your arms to the vampire, who eagerly slid in beside you to face you, tangling his legs with yours and Gale’s and curling his body around yours like a blanket. You breathed in the scent of his cool skin, your nose pressed against his pec; rosemary and bergamot. It was the most familiar scent in the world to you now, and Gale’s combination of patchouli and vanilla was quickly following, and you let your eyes drift closed as your lovers pressed in closer.

“I love you both so much.” you mumbled quietly, sleep quickly drawing nearer. You felt Astarion pressing kisses to the crown of your head, Gale joining him in the act on your shoulder and you giggled softly, squirming between them.

“We love you too, darling.” Astarion whispered into your damp locks.

Gale, nuzzling your neck. “More than you could ever imagine.”

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