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creaman · 9 months
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Who says you can’t have OCs drawn exclusively in 1st person POV?
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astarion-approves · 7 months
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Omg can you write a small little drabble about kissing/biting astarions ears? I am not immune to elfs 😭😭😭
Astarion x GN! Tav
Slightly NSFT - implied sex, ear kissing, ear biting, ear massage, first person POV. 600+ words
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The first thing I noticed about him were his ears.
Pointed and long, the smallest tint of red at the tips from the sunlight that bore down upon his back—
Your typical elf ears, belonging to a man with a dagger poised in my direction and a wicked smile across his lips. I held my hands up in defense, promising no ill will towards the man if he were to just lower the weapon.
We became quick allies, and even faster friends.
Astarion was the type to wear his emotions on his sleeve, although he would certainly deny it if anyone were to say it. Each decision along the way only making our friendship grow fonder—
To the point where I felt I could finally acknowledge those adorable, unbelievably cute ears of his.
“Have you ever thought of piercing them?” I asked one night, reaching up to run my fingertip just along the side. My friend shivering in response and soon slapping my hand away.
“And risk scaring my beautiful ears? Not a chance!”
I let the subject drop, but kept stealing glances at his ears. So very cute… and so very kissable.
The first time we laid together, my hands found their way into his hair, pulling his lips onto my own and claiming those lips. My thumb and index finger coming together to gently rub up his ear and to the tip. He moaned into my mouth, tilting his head into my touch and silently telling me ‘more.’
I soon found myself touching them at any opportunity. Anytime we would kiss, anytime we would lie side by side and whispering our newfound infatuation to one another late into the night…
“You have quite the little obsession, don’t you?” Astation asked while we cuddled in his tent together. He was so firm yet comfortable in my arms, I let my lips graze against his ear as he arched his back into my chest. “Always touching my damn ears.. as if they’ll fall off my head one day.”
“We can never be too sure,” I replied. My breath cascading down his ear and his neck. I gave the tip a soft kiss, followed by an even softer bite. “I adore them.”
“And here I thought it was me that you adored. Of course, you were only after my ears,” Astarion teased. But he lowered his head back, his eyes closing as he sighed and gave no protest. My tongue traced over the edge of his ear, up to the point where I kissed him again, Astarion groaning in reply and taking my free hand to the front of his trousers.
He rolled over to kiss me, his hands sliding down my chest and pushing me into my back as he moved to straddle me. It was instinct now to bare my exposed neck to him, openly trusting him to feed from me without worry. As his teeth lowered to my neck, I gently caressed his ears, massaging them as he bit into my flesh…
We moaned together as my blood hit his tongue, his distraction prompting him to finally attempt kissing his ears as he fed from me. His reaction was perfect, his bite a little harder, his hands shaking as he held me, his hips twitching as he continued.
“I love you, Astarion,” I mumbled and kissed his ear once more, letting my eyes close as I gave into the warmth of his embrace.
In the morning he would laugh as how his ears must be black and purple from my bites and incessant kissing during our love making—
But then he hugged me when no one was looking, and whispered his own confession.
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rosedom · 3 months
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can't stop thinking about bunny-rabbit kaveh. . . his hair looks SO MUCH like a lop-eared bunny, i can't help it (≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)
but what about a bunny-rabbit in heat? i want to tug at kaveh's pretty cottontail as he helplessly mewls, warm rivulets of slick drip-drip-dripping from his cunt to puddle in the fur of it. i wanna go down on him as he's heat-warm and heat-slick, licking him from the perineum up and collecting everything that dribbles out of him. it's technically grooming, what i'm doing to his pretty tail—i've gotta make sure the fur doesn't get matted with his slick !!
eating out a bunny-rabbit in heat; all kaveh can do is clutch at my hair and press me further into his cunt, his trembling thighs wrapping around my ears to keep me right where it feels best. the whole time, the fine earrings hanging off his ears are softly jingling—a sweet melody that only makes each sound that falls from kaveh's lips seem all the more saccharine.
bunny-rabbit kaveh cumming on my tongue. . . but his heat will last a while longer, and my cock's hard n' achey. i just want kaveh to cum all over my face and on my cock and on my thighs and—
i just need kaveh absolutely pampered: is that too much to ask?
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dani-dabbles · 8 months
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from barely there ankle brushing to a full body wall press, this is the character development I love to see
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Roman Empire
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MINORS DNI 18+!!
Warning: first pov (trying something different lol), no protection. erection. there’s no intro, I just wrote whatever came to mind. motorcycle. female reader. short blurb. smut.
Summary: Leon fucks you in an alley on his bike.
A/N: Guys, when I say that this one doesn’t have an intro I MEAN IT. Also- I wrote this at like 2AM. Don’t mind the title, I thought it was funny.
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I felt myself grow wet through my panties. It didn’t help that his cologne turned me on even more. I kept grinding my ass against his erection, causing me to moan quietly. His hand traveled to stomach and he began to undo the buttons on my pants. He slowly pulled down my jeans, exposing my black lace panties I had been wearing. His hands traveled from my stomach to inside my panties. His rough and long fingers entering my pink walls. I heard him groan and whisper how wet I am. I whined and moan as I bucked my hips against his hand. He thrusted two fingers inside me and curled them as he began to work inside me. I held on to his motorcycle seat as he kept abusing my hole. I felt my walls clench around his long fingers and with a high pitched moan, I came on his fingers. He pulled out and forced his fingers inside my mouth to clean him off of my juices. He pressed me down further on his motorcycle so I want fully bent over. He pulled down my panties and I shivered from the cold breeze that hit my sensitive walls. He unbuttoned his suit pants and pulled out his erection. I already knew he was big but once he aligned the tip to my entrance, I felt him expand me like how the Roman Empire expanded throughout Europe.
He pushed himself inside me slowly. He groaned in pleasure as I took him completely and he mumbled about how tight I felt around him. He then began to thrust in and out slowly. One of his hands squeezing my waist as the other traveled to my head and gripped on my hair as he pounded from behind me. I became a moaned mess and I felt his hand lower from my head to my mouth to muffle my moans. I heard him say that I should be a good constable and keep quiet. To which I happily obliged. He kept thrusting in me until I felt my second wave of euphoria reach me. My walls clenched around his member and I came hard on his cock. He kept thrusting in me through my high. His speed increasing with each thrust until he pulled out completely and slammed right into me with brute force and shot his cum into my cervix and womb. I moaned against his hand and felt my body shudder from the creampie he just gave me. He pulled out of me slowly and scooped up the remaining cum from his cock and put it right up my pussy. I panted against his motorcycle seat as I tried to catch my breath.
After a moment of the two of us catching our breath, he helped me put on my panties and jeans as he buttoned his suit pants.
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pingurusama · 2 months
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Free headpats for everyone!!!૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა
I can't thanked Harada-san enough for his ending movie on Tekken 8, a very well deserved ending for him! and Dragunov being tender all smiley and content? ૮ ⚆ﻌ⚆ა yea, i will be on my coffin and grave peacefully waaaa ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა Been 15 years passed of my fixation on him and still going on STRONG, my fixation starts to take steroids atp lmaoo.
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jpmarvel90 · 8 months
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Natasha Romanoff
We're not your family any more
We all have Scars
I did this to you!
A daughter like you (Mama Nat)
Jealousy
Love is for Children
Ruined Friendship
I'll always be here for you
Nightmares
Biggest Mistake
Grief
All for the mission (Sister Nat)
Guilt
I should have been there (Mama Nat)
Saved
The Healer
Sacrifice (Sister Nat)
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artemish · 5 months
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Sous chef | opla!Sanji x fem!Reader
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word count: 2.1k
genre/tags: Sanji x reader; first-person pov; fluff; pining (but is it mutual??); angst; hurt/comfort; friends to lovers
warnings: mild ptsd; mild trauma
summary: A restless night at sea turns into one of revelations, as the reader finds that the depths of the ocean are much like a certain chef’s heart…
a/n: Hello opla girlies! First time fanfic writer here!!
I am ever the lurker on this website, but something inside me changed when I started watching One Piece, and now I’m down bad for this crew (specifically for the hot cook)
So I thought I’d give it a shot, write a bit of fanfic and see where it goes! I’ve finished the live action and currently watching the anime, so my interpretation of Sanji is quite mixed, however I tried to stay closer to opla!Sanji. I’ve also left this open ended cos I might write more (who knows hehehe)
Shoutout to @honnelander for inspiring me to write again ☺️ (please read her go fish! series if you haven’t!! It’s great!!)
𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰!
(。・ω・。)ノ♡
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Sanji often stayed up late during those long nights at sea, prepping for the next day's meals, making notes of what had been used and taking stock of the ingredients that were left.
It was almost obsessive at times, desperate even.
He ignored everyone’s concern for him to just take it easy and go to sleep, even Nami’s, and refused to give us an explanation.
He would count every last bean, every last grain of rice or drop of water that he could, and he had tried many times but failed to make an accurate record (mostly because Luffy would lessen the supplies significantly).
I hadn’t really understood his habit, until one night, when the waves were particularly rough and I was disturbed from my sleep.
Usually, rough waters didn’t bother me too much, but I was already quite restless that night and had only truly been half asleep.
My mind was a blazing mess from all the thoughts that had been looping endlessly through it.
Thoughts of him.
I sat up on the futon. My hair draped in a tangled mess around my face and over my shoulders.
I looked across at Nami, her back facing towards me, breathing deeply as she slept.
I envied her ease.
I hauled myself out of the bed and straightened the silk nightgown I was wearing. I slipped on the woven shawl I had laid out over my blanket and made my way down the corridor, towards the kitchen.
The waves had picked up their brutality and began to batter the ship quite hard, so that it swayed violently from side to side.
Gripping the sides of the walls and trying to match the sway, I wondered how everyone could sleep so peacefully.
The ship moaned and croaked as it continued to sway.
I stumbled into the kitchen just as it crashed against the starboard side hard, pushing the ship port.
The force took me by surprise, causing me to lose my grip of the wall and my footing.
I tumbled through the doorway, and slammed hard against the stack of barrels in the corner.
The momentum of the ship turned once more. Lurching towards the right again, I slid off the barrel and slammed face first onto the ground.
“Ah shit!” I yelped. All traces of sleep had officially left me.
“Luffy, that better not be you,” came a brash voice from the darkness, “and if it is, you best be walking out that door right now.”
“Ack, Sanji?”
In the dull light, I saw the concerned face of the cook instantly pop around the counter.
“Y/n! Gods, are you alright?”
He moved swiftly to where I was laying and gently lifted me up.
“You're alright now, love. C’mon up. That’s it, easy”
He swung my arm around his neck and held my waist tightly as he led me to the bench seating on the other side of the kitchen counter.
Despite the daze I was in, I still felt my heart quicken, at his firm grip on my waist and at the ease with which he picked me up.
“Sanji, what are you doing up?” I whispered, not because I was trying to be quiet, but because the knock had left me completely winded.
He sat me down and wrapped my shawl around me tightly, rubbing my shoulders as he did, and kneeled down in front of me.
“Are you okay? Look at my fingers, how many do you see? Are you cut anywhere, y/n? Do you have a concussion? Do you want some water, tea? What do you need, I’ll get it for you, anything you nee-”
“Sanji,” I said, holding my hand firmly on his mouth to keep him quiet, “I’m alright.”
I squeezed his shoulder, as I saw a sigh of relief wash over his face. “You really got to stop treating me like some princess you know.”
“Madam, you are the loveliest person to ever grace this ship. I would hate it if I couldn’t bask in your beauty everyday.”
“You’re laying it on a bit thick, aren’t you?” But I could feel my stomach fluttering at his words.
He grinned, “madam, someone as lovely as you deserves to hear it said often.”
I shoved his shoulder. “Shut up!”
He laughed. He looked so soft in the light of the lantern.
“You didn’t answer my question by the way.”
“What question?” he asked, as he got up to sit next to me.
“Why are you awake?”
He turned his face away from me and shifted uneasily on the bench. “Why does it matter?”
“Sanji, why are you awake, really? What is it that you’re not telling us? You know I’ve lost track of how many times Luffy’s found you asleep in here because you’ve been up doing… well, whatever you do. What’s going on?”
He let out a deep sigh as he turned back around to face me, looking at me through the flop of blonde hair that covered half his face. He bit his lip hard and dropped his head, defeated it would seem.
The ship continued to sway and croak and groan, as the silence between us grew.
He looked small, afraid. I reached out to hold his hands and he took them eagerly, squeezing them tightly as he did.
“You all know about what happened to me and Zeff,” he said finally, “and I appreciate the kind words and empathy you’ve all given me, but you could never really understand what that was like, being out there. Waiting to die. The scorching, unrelenting sun in the day that made my skin flake off. The icy air of night that felt like daggers, prodding at my burnt flesh. Being hollowed out from the inside, from the hunger, until the numbness set in and I thought I’d melt into that shitty rock. Even being as careful as I was, as precise, I still didn’t have nearly enough food to survive, and it really was only by fate or luck, a real miracle actually, that we were rescued.
I guess I haven’t shook that feeling yet, that fear. It was easier to distract myself in the restaurant, you know, being surrounded by food and all, but here it’s different here. I-I just want be sure, I want to know that we’re good, at all times, because I don’t want any of you to go through what I did. It’s shit, yeah I know, but I’d rather not sleep then let any of you go through that.”
Again, the silence between us was palpable.
I felt like I’d been punched.
He breathed heavily, as if trying to catch his breath and I knew then that this was something he had kept buried deep within himself because the true nature of his fear was so horrific, so raw, who could ever understand it?
None of us had been out there with him, even though we would all do the same for each other.
But our sentiments were just words.
He had lived it.
The silence grew stifling.
I knew he would do anything to protect us from that fate.
“Sanji”
“You-you can’t tell the others. They don’t need to know, yeah? I’m happy as long as they’re fed with no complaints.”
“But Sanji-”
“Y/n, please don’t tell them.”
“Then why are you telling me?”
The mess of thoughts in my mind was growing.
He held my hands tighter and used them to pull himself towards me. His thumbs made circular motions on my palms.
I heard my heart pounding in my ears and I stupidly hoped he couldn’t hear it.
“Darling, I am a ball of dough in your hands. You can knead me and form me any way you’d like, and I’ll give you no resistance.”
“Pfft” I giggled and so did he.
At this, I felt like we were both at ease again.
I always admired his way of keeping things light.
“No, but, if you’d allow me, madam, to be serious,” he straightened up a bit then, “I suppose I was hoping that you’d find me in here. I was hoping that I could tell just you. You’ve got a way about you that everyone just finds trustworthy. I don’t know but there’s, there’s something about you...” He trailed off and laughed before he could finish, and I could see a faint blush of pink on his cheeks. “Sorry I-I ugh, I’m a bit sleep deprived. I’m just glad you’re here.”
I had never seen this side of him (or any side of him for that matter) though I knew it existed. Somewhere under the flirtatious, playboy persona he put out, I knew there was a genuine sweetness. I just wished I was more awake to really enjoy it.
Once the pain I was in wore off, my whole body felt heavy, like it was being pulled down with the full force of gravity, and the sway of the ship was less violent and more like the gentle rock of a cradle.
“You know, you don’t have to pretend with me.” I swept his bangs out of his eyes and kept my hand cupped around the side of his face. I hadn’t realised how blue his eyes were until now.
Even in the dull light, I could see every shade of blue there was swirling in them, like the ocean’s raging swell on a moonlit night. I saw the sleep in his eyes weighing him down too.
“You know this is the most words I’ve heard out of your mouth since I got here.”
He grinned sleepily, “well I’ve just been trying to find the right time to talk to you, my swan.”
I could feel my cheeks burn and I hoped he didn’t see the blush come over them.
“I didn’t think the right time would be 3am, me face planted and bruised in the kitchen, but here we are.”
“You are alright now, yeah?”
“Of course,” I scoffed, “I’m just sleepy. You look sleepy too.”
As if on cue, he yawned and leaned back on the bench.
“Yeah,” he said, “it’s super late. And Luffy wanted everyone to have a big breakfast tomorrow, you know with eggs, bacon, croissants, etc. Breakfast service is always the most important. But I just…” his voice trailed off again, but there was a hint of frustration this time.
“You just can’t sleep, like you cannot.”
“Yeah.”
“I get it,” I said, and I did, “the memories, they come back; more vividly, more real at night. It’s like it’s better to be awake than asleep. Like sleep causes you to relive the pain. Every moment, everything.”
“Y/n,” he said with concern in his voice, “what caused you pain, my love?”
My love.
Those words rang in my ears for some time, even now. Did he mean it?, I thought, maybe he feels the same?
Was all that flirting genuine or was he just being nice?
Was he just being Sanji?
It had been such a long, revealing night, but that stuck out to me and I couldn’t shake it.
He had been so open about his fears, not even the captain knew what he was telling me, I was sure of it.
So then, I kept thinking, why me?
If I didn’t mean something more, then why me?
While I was mulling all this over, I hadn’t noticed that I was leaning on his shoulder until he pulled me into a hug, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tightly, so that my face rested on his chest.
The slit in his poet shirt revealed his tanned skin underneath.
I boldly moved my hand up his chest and traced his freckles with my fingers.
He played with my hair.
Friends definitely didn’t do this.
“Let’s not talk about that now,” I whispered, “just close your eyes, okay? And Sanji?”
“Yes?”
“If you need a sous chef tomorrow morning, I’ll be there.”
I felt his soft laugh hum in his chest.
“Thank you, y/n. I’ll take you up on that.”
He buried his face in my hair as he continued to hug me and I felt his whole body relax.
In one night, the chef had shown me that there were more layers to this cake of a personality he had than I had fully anticipated, and all of them were deliciously sweet.
Delectable even.
And confusing.
As we slipped further into sleep, we had also unknowingly laid ourselves out on the bench, still tangled in each other's embrace, and sharing my shawl for warmth.
An embrace that was a little too close for friends.
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“We’re just friends, Nami,” I hissed, trying to restrain myself from yelling in her ear, “there’s nothing there! He-we- we’re just friends! There are no feelings, we are JUST friends.”
She found us in the morning and woke me up, leaving Sanji still asleep.
I flapped around our room, growling out my protests as I did, but it was no use.
She just sat there.
Just sat there.
Arms folded and tapping her toes.
With a huge smirk plastered across her face.
“Yeah, I bet you are.”
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sirensvcubus · 9 months
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Daryl Dixon FanFic-Rough Hands
Relationship: Daryl x Reader
POV: First person
Where: Alexandria
When: First night
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For years I barley knew him, I respected him but he’s distant to everyone, I cant help but notice the scars on his back, and the fleeting look whenever family’s mention, for years Ive known Daryl but I know nothing about him nobody does. Daryls shy in a way, hiding his emotions and showing no sign of fear. I never thought to much about him. Until all I could do was think about him; Miss him and his touch, crave it even, but nobody could know… he couldn’t know. I had a school girl crush on Daryl Dixon.
I thought it would go away, just pent up energy in the apocalypse with no were to go, but it never did.
Life wasn’t about living but about surviving, Then we got to Alexandria.
Covered in blood and dirt we crawled are way into this surreal town frozen in the past, a past I barley knew.
Together on the cold hard floor of the living room huddled around like wild animals in a pack. That was the first night in Alexandria for our little group.
But not for me I chose to sleep next to him, where I felt most safe, especially in an unfamiliar place. I rolled on my side where I found you staring up at the ceiling not even trying to sleep.
He reeked covered in dirt and blood, his greasy long hair resting on his face covering those beautiful blue tired eyes.
He turned looking at me, the eye contact made me shutter in the dark.
“Like what you see” Daryl said.
“Always do” I smirked.
We always joked, but I never got to know him, which I desperately wanted.
“I don’t trust this, I want to but I’m scared”
“I’ll protect you, always do” He mimicked jokingly.
Wether it was sleep deprivation, dehydration, or a sudden boldness I felt covered by darkness; I reached out and laid my hand on his bicep.
“I feel safer when your around Daryl”
And I rested my eyes trying to look like id dazed off. I felt his arm twitch under my fingertips and after a few minutes past he rested his hand over mine.
His fingertips were rough and wide, yet I would take his touch over any smooth gentle hands.
I barley slept just laid there with my eyes closed feeling his arm, and his hand on mine. My thoughts raced all night. Maybe I could do far more than survive.
I woke up late in the afternoon, it felt like I hadn’t slept in months and truthfully I really hadn’t. Everyone was gone from the house as far as I could see. There was a pleasurable familiar feeling, which I deduced was the smell of a freshly brewed pot of coffee.
As I approached the kitchen I saw Daryl, showered and smelling of mint and sandalwood. His hair tucked behind his ears with the exception of a strand peeling over his eye like always, the one with the scar.
“Im sorry do I know you.” I said sarcastically.
“Whats that saying, early bird gets the worm? You would not be getting any worms today ma’am.” He said with an unfamiliar smile on his face, while holding out a cup of coffee.
His voice was rough and deep, with his withered accent. It was like hearing my favorite song play after years.
“Well I why would I need to when I have you to make me coffee.” I said, accepting the coffee with a warm smile.
We both sat on the living room floor leaning against the wall, sipping coffee glancing over at each-other; and occasionally making small talk.
You leaned your head up against the wall facing him. “Why do you always have this here?” I said wiping the strand of hair behind his ear.
He looked deep into my eyes glancing at my lips.
“Just how it falls I guess.” He mumbled with a shrug. “Who would wanna see my ugly ass face anyway.”
“Me, your face is beautiful, don’t even get me started on your eyes.” I smirked innocently.
“Don’t play with me girl.” His voice said in a deep grumble, looking away.
“Im not” I said sincere “not about this.” You said looking over at him as you pit your hand in his.
He slowly turned dazzling me with those dark blue eyes. He turned his hand with mine still on top of his and slid his fingers slowly between mine.
“Ok.” He said scanning my face, taking time to stop at my lips in his gaze.
He slid his other hand up my arm turning into me slowly as he made his way and stopped at my cheekbone pulling me in closer. I didn’t resist and ran my fingers through his hair shuffling onto him.
We kissed slow and passionately. Pulling my lip as he made his way carefully out of each kiss. It was warm and I felt a rush of excitement and joy. One kiss and already I was falling in love with him. He softly caressed my cheek with his rough hands and I could have died happily the next day as long as this was how I spent my last hours.
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pan-perkozeq · 15 days
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[POV: you've found new kind of a rock he doesn't have ]
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A little bit of goofy animation never hurts XD
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allldatcake · 11 months
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Fansly.com/alldatcake ♥️
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thecaywild · 7 months
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Your morning POV
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moonlightgrisha · 11 months
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All those stories about a Moon Summoner? True.
Masterlist
Backstory 1 - 2 - 3 - 4
Part one
1. First encounter
2. A dance of shadows
3. And then, she woke up
4. Ride on
5. How to lose a secret
6. Show me
7. Make a choice
8. New Moon
9. Everybody knows
10. Little Palace at night
11. The view from the hill
12. Summer Festival
13. The consequence of imagination is fear
14. The gift
15. After me, comes the flood
Part two
16. Wax and Wane
17. The Haunting of You
18. ?
About this story: This is a romance fan fiction about the Darkling and a female OC, born in the royal family with a power that binds her to the moon. I am not a native English speaker and I have not written a fan fiction in almost ten years. I have now actually accomplished to write for a living, as a professional author of books for young audiences in my home country. As much as I like my job, I missed the simplicity of posting online, so here I am, although my identity shall remain secret. I also wanted to experience writing in another language - my English might not be perfect, but I’m having a lot of fun. This story is simple, linear, romantic and maybe a little dull, but it’s something the teenage me would have liked, and I hope it can bring a little happiness to anyone who’ll read it. We always write to escape. So, here’s a little escapism. Enjoy.
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whats-tasty-in-busan · 8 months
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After dance practice: Yeonjun smut
Warnings: Implied relations, SMUT, Possessive, Extreme detail because I’m whipped, Fingering, Penetration, I did mess up and make this first person but it’s my first time so I’m sorry. May write more and take suggestions if this does well (Will actually change tense next time but I’m lazy). Idol! Yeonjun x nonidol reader
Word Count: 2.6k
A loud exasperated sigh filled the apartment shortly after the door clicked shut. I rose to my feet, letting them guide me to the origin of the sound. A soft smile formed on my face, watching the man before me lean a hand against the wall, kicking up his shoes. I found my own shoulder resting against the wall, watching the man, unbeknownst to him.
He jumped slightly, finally meeting my gaze, “What are you still doing up?” He pushed off the wall, finally ridding himself of his shoes. He didn’t break eye contact as he slid off his jacket, letting it cascade along the back of the couch. 
“I couldn’t sleep.” I shrugged, turning my body each step he took. I wanted to keep him in my field of vision. His eyes were slightly low, drowsy from the long day he had. His hair was a disheveled mess, slightly messing up towards his black bangs. 
I couldn’t help the small smile that formed on my face as I pushed off the wall, walking towards the man, now sitting on the arm of our shared couch. I let my fingers run through his hair, attempting to fix the mess it had become.
“Seems as if you were dancing too hard.” I chuckled, moving my fingers through his slightly damp hair.
“I always dance too hard. You should know that by now.” Yeonjun chuckled softly, I felt his hands rest just above my hips, squeezing them lightly. Though my clothes separated his touch on my bare skin, I could still vividly feel every bend and crevice his hand made against me. The way his fingertips meshed to my skin while his thumbs rubbed soft circles on my side.
Yeonjun’s eyes were bright as I stared into them. His brown eyes sparkled like fireworks were going off in the background. A goofy smile rested on his lips, only showing a glimpse of his teeth. 
It was silent, but it was anything but awkward. It almost felt normal, getting lost in his eyes. Except this time, a strange aroma of lust filled the room. Yeonjun could just look at me and I’m enraptured. Though it feels like he always starts this, I don’t stop myself from leaning in, letting my lips touch him. 
My hands find perch on his shoulders as I move closer to his seated form. Everytime I kiss this man, it’s like the first time. Yeonjun’s lips are cracked slightly, but smooth nonetheless. Our once soft kiss slowly becomes deeper as he pulls me towards him. We break apart for a moment, giggling as we fall onto the couch, our eyes meeting once again. 
This time, he is the first to move in, capturing my lips in his as he props himself up on his free arm while the other holds my cheek. His hands are soft against my face, making me fall deeper for this man. 
A soft moan escaped my mouth, feeling his teeth bite and pull on my lower lip. I let him in, his tongue exploring my mouth. His mouth tasted like strawberry and I couldn’t restrain myself from letting my tongue meet his. 
Yeonjun and I both tended to be competitive, regardless of the activity. Even now, our tongues maneuvered from one mouth to the other, picking up to a quicker pace. The room started to feel hot and clothes restricting. I felt him sit up, pushing me back onto the couch as he took his place on top of me. 
Yet, we never broke apart. It was like we were addicted to each other, craving each other, needing each other. Everything was hazy as I was lost in his kiss. I only managed to snap out of it when I felt his cold fingertips gliding underneath my shirt.
Yeonjun’s hands moved agonizingly slow. I wanted to grip his hand and move it up to my breasts, but I’m not the type to give in so easily, even if I wanted to. While he took his time, I took mine, letting my hands move down his shoulders to his chest. I cursed at the fact he wore such a loose shirt, restricting me from the beauty underneath. If I could I would rip it right off.
Another moan escaped my lips when he finally touched me. His hands gently squeezed my breasts, making sure to pay most of his attention to the sharp peaks of my nipples. The way his fingers gently twisted and twirled around the sensitive part of them made me clench around nothing. I found myself gliding my own hands up his shirt, letting my hands start from his chest and move down the slight curve of his stomach. 
As much as I ached to do this, I stopped kissing him for a moment, my breath already gone from the intense moments we shared, 
Yeonjun, on the other hand, didn’t waste a moment. I whined as he removed one of his hands from my breast and moved my hair out of the way. 
“Someone sounds needy.” A smirk formed on his lips. I watched as his tongue swept over his lips as he caught sight of my neck. A tsk escaped his lips and his head shook slightly.
“Looks like I need to rebrand you.” A shiver ran down my spine, feeling Yeonjun touch the fading hickeys he had left some time ago. I couldn’t respond before I was back to a moaning mess, feeling his plump lips against my neck. I found myself gripping his hips and moving them closer, aching to feel something, anything against my dripping core. 
“Junnie.” A whine escaped my lips, feeling his teeth bite down harshly on the skin. I couldn’t contain the moans he caused me to make, moving his hand from my breast and moving it down to my hips. He gently pulled them, making me grind against him. My hands found solace in his dark hair. It had grown longer, forming a mullet that I couldn’t get enough of.
“Fuck I love sweatpants.” I couldn’t stop myself. The loose article of clothing and Yeonjun’s lack of underwear made the most mouthwatering sight. His erection was on full display behind those grey sweatpants, making my brain fill with all the things he could do.
A low chuckle escaped from Yeonjun, pulling back slightly, “Seems I’m not the only one excited.” With swift movements, Yeonjun ripped my shirt over my head, putting his lips back on my skin. He moved down slowly from my neck to my chest, replacing the motions his hands once made with his tongue.
I found myself gripping his hair tightly, feeling as his hand slid down my shorts. I felt my cheeks turn red at how much I wished he was inside me. 
“Junnie.” A loud whine escaped my lips, feeling one of his fingers slide up my entrance, teasing me more than he could know. I couldn’t stop my hips from moving, wanting to feel more of his hand.
“You almost sound ungrateful.” A smirk was plastered on his face as he removed his lips from my breasts. The sight before me was sickeningly perfect. His hair was even more messy from me gripping onto it. His eyes were dark, but still held that spark behind them. His lips were wet and shined underneath the light. The only way this picture could be more perfect would be for him to strip out of everything he had on. Yet, the way his erection poked through his sweats made me even more turned on. 
My eyes moved back to his, feeling the hand that was just down my pants move to my neck, his index finger and thumb sitting right below the corners of my jaw. I could feel my own wetness against his hands as my heartbeat quickened. The smirk he had on his face had turned more devious than before. 
“You aren’t ungrateful right?” Yeonjun raised an eyebrow. God did I love when he got like this. Something about that look in his eye had given me shivers and made me ache even more. 
“I’m so grateful.” A moan escaped from my mouth, watching as he removed his hand for just a moment, using it to take off his shirt before quickly replacing it. 
“That means you’ll be a good girl, right? My good girl.” Yeonjun leaned in closer, searching my eyes for any hint of hesitation or uncomfort. We had always discussed safewords before, but none were needed.
“Y-yes. Please. I’ll be your good girl.” I whimpered, aching to feel even just his hand. His lips crashed against mine. His tongue didn’t hesitate to go inside mine. I moaned against his lips, feeling him change from his right hand on my neck to his left. The way his fingertips moved down my body and back into my pants made me arch my back.
I felt two of his fingers slowly begin to enter inside of me. The pace was agonizingly slow. His thumb rubbed circles against my clit, sending me into a state of ecstasy as he started moving his fingers at a faster past. I pulled away from his addicting lips once more, a fucked out look already in my eyes as I stared at his smirking face. He enjoyed watching me come undone below him. 
I moved my hands down his chest once more, before bringing it back up to my own lips. I didn’t break eye contact with him as I spit in my own hand. I used my other hand to move the waistband of his sweatpants, allowing my other access to the one thing I was craving most.
His own moan escaped his lips as I let my hands move slowly from base to tip, making sure to treat him just as he treated me. He fought to keep his hips still, stuttering slightly as he sped up his own hand movements.
“I want you so bad.” I moaned, making sure his dick was nice and sleek before I began stroking him. 
“I always want you, baby.” Yeonjun moaned softly, bucking his own hips as he grew impatient with the slow speed. 
“What are you waiting for, Choi? Take me then.” A rush of confidence flooded me, a smirk forming on my face as I halted my movements. I felt him twitch in my hands, his beautiful lips parted slightly at my words. 
Within a moment it was like a switch went off in Yeonjun’s head, his eyes becoming hooded and a similar smirk formed on his lips, “Are you sure you can handle me? Last time, you were a bit… messy.” 
“And here I thought you liked it.” I raised an eyebrow challenging him.
“I wanted to make sure you knew what you’re getting into.” Yeonjun pecked my lips before sitting up on his knees. A rush of cold air hit me as he ripped my shorts away in a quick move. He threw them somewhere behind him, most likely to be found the next morning. 
Within a flash, he was back on top of me, lips pressed harshly against mine as his tongue invaded my mouth. I let my hands get caught in his messy black hair, tugging at the longer strands by the back of his neck.
A moan escaped my lips, feeling his fingers thrusting roughly into me as his thumb rubbed my clit. I gripped his hair tighter, more moans pouring out of my mouth and into his as I was lost in his movements. His lips detached from mine, reattaching to my neck once again. 
“Mhm Junnie I’m close.” My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath, but only more breathless moans escaped my lips. His hair tickled the side of my face as he slowly pulled his head back. His lips looked so soft as they curled into a side smirk, watching me as I came undone, eyes squeezing shut.
“Keep your eyes on me, baby.” Yeonjun pecked my lips again, his eyes glistening as I looked at him, not daring to blink my eyes as I finished on his hand. I bucked my hips, feeling him slow his thrusting fingers down, pulling them out. He didn’t move his eyes from mine as he put his index and middle finger into his mouth.
The act was so lewd, but riled something inside me. I found myself arching my back, yearning for him more. 
Yeonjun released his fingers from his mouth, pulling me up to a sitting position and putting his lips on mine once more. I felt him shift as I held my arms around his neck, slowly laying down again with him on top of me. 
A loud moan escaped my lips, feeling him enter inside of me. A sweet yes sickening sloshing sound filled the room as he thrusted in and out, rolling his hips against me. I could only stare as the gorgeous man before me placed his lower lip between his teeth. 
I watched as Yeonjun squeezed his eyes shut, getting into the rhythm he and I both enjoyed.
“Jjunie.” His name escaped my lips in an exasperated moan. If I could replay one moment forever, it would be this. The way he slowly opened his eyes from their scrunched form. The siren eyes he bore into mine made me fall deeper into his trap. 
The pure look of ecstasy on his face was enough to send me over the edge, but I held it in. I gripped onto his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin. A deep moan emitted from him, a reaction to the mixture of pain and pleasure he was feeling. 
“You’re so beautiful. Looking all fucked out after just a few minutes.” Yeonjun moaned out, enjoying the sight before him. He increased his pace, desperately chasing the high he was close to, “So beautiful. All mine.” 
“All yours.” I reassured, wanting to close my own eyes from the knot forming in my stomach. Even though Yeonjun didn’t say a word, his eyes told me not to look away.
I opened my mouth, but it took a minute for the words to come out, “Baby I-”
“I know, baby, me too.” Yeonjun chewed on his lip once again as moans threatened to spill out. I felt my back arch into him and my eyes shutting involuntarily as I came undone around him. My chest heaved as he still thrusted inside of me.
Not long after, Yeonjun pulled out and came on my stomach. He rested on one of his arms that was placed next to my head. Heavy pants filled the room as no words needed to be said. A soft smile formed on Yeonjun’s face as he laid down on top of me. I felt his arms snake around me and roll us over so we were both on our sides and facing each other. 
I couldn’t look away from his eyes, the eyes that always captured my attention. They looked so bright, I couldn’t help but send a goofy smile back his way. 
A soft chuckle escaped Yeonjun as he pulled me close. I found myself buried in his chest, becoming engulfed by his scent.
Yeonjun was like a drug. Every second I spent with him only made me want more. Every minute he was gone, I could only think about when he would be back. The man before me had me wrapped around his finger and he may not even know it. But something just tells me that he does know. But perhaps he is wrapped around mine the same way.
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animasola86 · 9 months
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Just another adventure, right?
My interpretation of the infamous Scriptorium scene:
2.2k words
Sebastian x gn!reader/mc (1st person POV)
hurt/comfort/fluff
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(Original screenshot by @gamesscreens, this post here)
“Cast it on me,” I said and stared up at him in a determination I didn't know I still had in me.
“What?” Sebastian exclaimed. “No! You can't be serious!”
“What do you expect we do then?” I hissed, looking back to where Ominis was pacing up and down the dark corridor nervously. “Ominis refuses to have anything to do with this and I completely understand it. I don't see how I could ever cast the curse as well, but, since you know it, you should cast it. It's our only way out of this, Sebastian!”
He stared at me with his jaw clenched and his lips tight, his eyes dark and conflicted. Then he shook his head and turned away, staring at the door that kept us from leaving.
I walked up to him and placed a hand on his back, gently curling my fingertips against the fabric of his robes. He slightly stiffened at my touch, but then turned his head towards me.
“You can do this,” I whispered. “I trust you...”
He turned around fully, his height and dark demeanour towering over me like an even darker shadow in our grim surroundings.
“You trust me to hurt you?” He inhaled deeply. “I don't want to hurt you. I... can't do this... to you,” his voice was low, vibrating through my very core. “You realize I have to mean it... for it to work...” He shook his head and turned around again, his profile set. “And I certainly do not mean to hurt you...”
“Then pretend I'm somebody else!” I said with a sudden idea. I saw him frowning at that. “Here, I can even put up my hood and turn around!” I started grabbing my hood, but he quickly got a hold of my wrists. I stared up at him with my mouth open. “Sebastian, please!” I breathed. “I know it's a lot to ask, but... only you can do it.”
He looked at me with an intensity that made my heart hammer against my ribcage, that made my knees weak. A shiver ran down my spine as his fingers let go of my wrists and turned to the hood of my robes instead, as he very carefully pulled it over my head. His hands found my face and while his thumbs gently caressed my cheeks, he leaned down towards me. I could feel his breath on my lips as he brought his face even closer until he pressed his forehead against mine, closing his eyes for a moment.
“Just another adventure, right?” I heard him whisper, or rather I felt his voice humming deeply against my skin.
My hands found the front of his robes and I gingerly dug my fingers into them. “Yes,” I breathed.
He inhaled deeply, then leaned back up and pressed his lips quickly on my forehead. I looked up at him unable to say anything else. I couldn't imagine the turmoil (well, a little bit) raging inside of him. Perhaps if I had been forced to do this to him, I would have struggled in the same way, probably even more, considering I still found it hard to fight even the bad guys like goblins or Dark wizards. But to purposefully hurt someone you... loved...
I swallowed hard and turned around, facing the wall, showing him that I was ready (even though I clearly wasn't, I had no idea what to expect). I braced myself, but hearing his equally strained breaths behind me didn't really ease the knot that twisted my stomach. But it was nothing compared to what was to come.
His voice was almost cold, detached, when he shouted: “Crucio!”
The impact was immediate. Like a fiery hot breeze of the sharpest needles imaginable it rushed through me and then it spread. I heard my own screams echoing loudly off the walls as I staggered, sinking to my knees, my muscles tightening painfully. I grasped at my chest as my body convulsed in never ending spasms of agony, like tiny blades piercing my skin, penetrating deeply, twisting around mercilessly, through every fibre of my being. And it was lingering, sinking deeper, corrupting every nerve. I screamed and cried and my tears felt hot and raw on my hurting skin. All I felt was pain, there was nothing else.
Everything hurt.
And it took me the longest moment to realize that I was suddenly no longer alone on the floor. Two arms had wrapped themselves around my writhing form, holding me tightly pressed against a warm chest. And as the worst seemed to be over slowly, though I kept feeling the occasional twitch from my still highly stimulated nerves, I noticed the shaking of another body. Shuddering breaths that were not my own echoed in my ears. Then I felt his voice, puffed against the skin of my neck as he pressed his face against me.
“I'm so sorry,” Sebastian breathed barely audible, his voice shaking badly. “I... I didn't... want this...” He hugged me to his chest, held me as if I was slipping away, squeezed the pain away with every passing heartbeat. And I just lay in his arms, my head resting on his shoulder, trying to fight the urge to just let go and sleep... forever...
When I finally found the strength to move again, I raised my hands gingerly, snaking my arms around him, grabbing at the back of his robes. My movement caused him to hold me tighter, as he inhaled sharply. Then he leaned me back a little and our gazes met. His eyes were dark and clouded, the skin around them red, and his cheeks were wet. He looked at me with his eyebrows knitted and the saddest look I had ever seen on his freckled face. His lips were trembling. I swallowed hard, then winced at the still hurting sensation of it. His gaze immediately grew even darker and I heard him take an unsteady breath.
“Are you...” His voice broke before he could finish his question.
I slowly, weakly raised a hand to touch his face. My fingertips slid over his wet skin and when I did so, I saw a single tear leave the corner of his eye. He tried to blink it away, but I caught it with my thumb and gently caressed his cheek. I raised my other hand and grabbed his shoulder, trying to pull myself up a little. He helped me by pulling his arms tighter around my waist, lifting me onto his lap as he did so.
Now both my hands were holding his face and I held onto it as I pulled myself even closer to him, until his warm, shuddering breath ghosted my lips. “I'm fine,” I whispered, looking into his dark, conflicted eyes. “I'm fine,” I repeated as I caressed his face, my fingertips slipping between his dark, messy locks as my thumbs wiped at his heated skin. “It's alright...”
When he closed his eyes, a few more tears slipped from his lashes and the tension in his face eased a little. His hands clawed at the back of my robes, before they, too, relaxed and started rubbing my back gently. I breathed deeply against his slightly parted lips, my thumbs drawing circles on his cheekbones. The longest moment passed with my heart drumming against my ribs, as the last tremors of the curse slipped from my body.
I leaned in a little more, the tip of my nose nuzzling his skin, before I turned my head and pressed my cheek against his, merging the tears we had cried for and at the hand of each other. I felt him inhale sharply at that and his embrace became even tighter, to the point I had to push my elbows against his chest to not get completely smothered by the immense bear hug he was providing. “Sorry,” he breathed against me and loosened his grip with a tiny snivel.
I grabbed his face again and leaned back, and when he looked at me, his eyes were warm and intense. My thumbs found the corners of his mouth, my gaze wandering over the shape of his lips, and before I knew it, just when my body was finally relaxing again, I had closed my eyes and pressed my lips against his. It was just a short peck, out of instinct, but when I leaned back only the smallest bit, I felt his hand taking hold of my head, his fingers slipping into my hair as he held me close, and then it was him who pressed his lips against mine. It felt ten times more intense as he deepened the kiss, the warm feeling of his breath and the taste of his tears causing me to shiver against him.
His other hand found my face as my own hands wandered up and around his head to get lost in the thickness of his messy hair, my fingertips scraping over his scalp in a desperate attempt to hold onto anything to keep me from falling. But fall I did. Right into the warmth of his mouth, the safety of his embrace, the gentle caresses of his fingers. He tilted his head and adjusted his position beneath me, his lips closing around mine, gently sucking and pressing, tasting every inch of my mouth. I was utterly breathless when he eventually leaned back enough to allow my lips to part slightly, only to dive back in immediately at the sight of it.
I could feel his tongue gingerly pressing against my lower lip and I couldn't help but gasp as he pushed past it and slid into my mouth, my own tongue meeting his like a long awaited friend. (No. Lover.) I smiled at the thought, grabbing his hair tighter as I deepened the kiss by seemingly pressing my entire jaw against his. His hands grabbed my face, holding me in place as he circled his tongue around mine, now really tasting every inch of my mouth, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin of my own.
I breathed loudly against him, completely forgetting everything around us, because there didn't seem to be anything else but the mouth and hands and taste and feel of the boy close to me, when a timid voice suddenly broke through the stupor of our kiss.
“Are... are you two alright? Can anyone say anything?” Ominis asked from the other side of the corridor, luckily completely oblivious to what was happening.
I felt Sebastian tense against me, the movement of his lips halted as he withdrew his tongue and leaned back only enough for us to lock eyes. I breathed against his lips, a tiny smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. He smiled back feebly, his thumbs caressing my cheeks before he reluctantly let go and leaned back even more. I retrieved my hands from his hair, leaving it even messier than it was before. We looked at each other for another second, then I licked my lips and said, with my voice barely audible and slightly strained:
“I'm fine, Ominis, we're fine.”
“Did it work?” he asked and I heard his footsteps coming closer.
Sebastian quickly stood from our weird entanglement on the floor and helped me to my feet as well. I felt my knees shake, but I couldn't be sure if it was the curse or the kiss that had weakened them. While holding me with one arm, I saw him wipe at his eyes with the other, inhaling deeply as he did so. Then his gaze wandered past me towards the now open door and yet another room visible behind it.
“It did,” he said, his voice low and raspy.
I looked up at him, my hand finding his face. He met my gaze when my fingertips brushed his jaw. Before Ominis eventually reached us, Sebastian leaned down once more and gently pressed his lips against mine. I grabbed his face and kept him there just long enough, my lips desperate to feel his, until a deep sigh echoed through the corridor. We broke apart again and straightened up quickly.
“Could we please leave this place now?” Ominis said quietly, the glowing tip of his wand pulsing rhythmically in the air in front of him. For a moment I thought I saw a frown on his pale face and I blushed deeply when I wondered what he might have heard.
Yet as I saw the tiny smile on Sebastian's lips and the warmth inside his eyes, I knew I didn't care.
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Bonus:
Dear diary, today I had my first kiss with Sebastian. It was a wet one because we had both cried because, oh right, he had hit me with the Cruciatus Curse just before. I was in so much pain and he had been devastated about it and then it just happened. Hmm, yes, a moment I will never forget!
Bonus 2:
Ominis in the back, while the two of them are tongue deep inside the other's mouth: “You realize you're making out on top of the bones of my dead aunt, right?”
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bogginswritings · 6 months
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Little Astarion blurb
Little Astarion x Tav. I haven't finished the game yet, like not even close, but I thought this was cute. I saw a couple of these prompt fly by on my tiktok fyp. I haven't written in a while, so Astarion might be a little OOC. Also, not proofread. fuck it we ball. I guess this has minor spoilers for the game?
Word count: 1000+ Summary: Astarion told Tav he doesn't remember what he looks like, Tav decides to help out.
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It was his rare moment of vulnerability with me. One where I had to hold him, unable to comfort him with words. I could tell him it was okay, or that I could fix it, but the harsh reality was that I could not. Astarion knew that, I think it is why he accepted the hug. IT was the most I could offer and the best he could take.
It was in a random chest along the road I found it hidden; a sketchbook and a pencil. Some of the pages had been filled out already, drawings of animals and what not. Though there were enough empty ones left. I am far from the best artist around, but I am decent enough when I have a reference. And luckily, I had.
The lanterns around Astarion’s tent accentuated his face even more, the shadows casting over him. His features appeared even sharper. I sat by the campfire, a reasonable distance away. Thankfully, the vampire was rather focused on whatever book he was reading. He seemed to read something every single night, and I still had no clue what exactly, just that he was pretty invested in it. I was thankful for it now, though. He wasn’t exactly paying attention to his surroundings, so it didn’t look too weird when I was staring directly at him while scribbling away on the blank pages. It took me a while, wanting to make sure it was perfect, to get his features right.
When I was done and ready to show it, I suddenly doubted if it was worth it. Maybe it would look weird; you do not just draw your road companion. Right? I shrugged, to hell with it. Surely doing something with a good intention shouldn’t be a reason for him to suck me dry. Literally.
With a sigh I stood up, closing the book. I walked over to his tent, the toe of my boot nudging the pillows he was seated on. Astarion looked up, his red eyes meeting mine. Everytime I see them I wonder why it took me by surprise he is a vampire. He rested the book in his lap, an eyebrow raising, “Well, hello, darling. Is there a particularly good reason you’re interrupting a perfectly good read?”
I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes at his dramatics. Instead I flopped down on some pillows next to him, my legs crossing, “I think my mere presence is a good enough reason,” I retorted. To my amusement, I got “I can’t argue with you there” back. I let out a sigh, holding up the book, “I drew you something.”
His brows raised, an intrigued look etched onto his face, “Oh?”
I opened the book, quickly flipping through it to show it to him. He frowned as he examined the paper, taking the book from my hands, “Well, thank you for this perfectly good drawing of a goat?” He looked at me, “If this is your way of flirting with me, I have to admit you could do a lot better.”
“What?” I snatched the book from him. I had opened it on the wrong page, a drawing of a goat with some information from the previous owner drawn on it. “Shit-” I muttered, trying to quickly flip to the correct page. My calloused hands, however, had some trouble actually grabbing onto the correct page. It took some colorful curses and angry fingers, but soon I had the right page in front of me, a drawing of the man before me on it. I handed it back to Astarion, “That wasn’t- This is what I drew you.”
His hands took it again, his eyes widening as he skimmed over the page. I held my breath as he did. With this elf, any reaction was to be expected. He is not always the most predictable, to say the least. “You drew this?”
My eyes met his again, and I nodded as I slowly let out that breath, “Yeah.”
It was silent for a brief moment, though I felt like maybe time had stopped and it just started playing again. “Why?” he asked.
“You told me you haven’t seen what you look like in a long time. I don’t know- I guess I wanted to show you. I’m sorry if that’s weird- or creepy. I didn’t-” I was cut off, the breath pushed out of me as he lurched forward. My initial thought was that he definitely did think it was creepy and now came to fucking eat me, or something, but instead his arms wrapped around me. His embrace was cold, but it still warmed my cheeks and I could feel my heart increasing speed. I then realized my hands were stiff next to my body, and I decided to return the hug.
“Thank you,” his breath tickled my neck, “I forgot what I looked like, what others saw when they looked at me. You just gave that back to me.” With a sigh he pulled away, a grin on his face as he looked at the drawing, “I’m so beautiful, you must be horribly in love with me.”
I snorted and rolled my eyes, “Oh, totally. Simply irresistible.”
“Exactly what I thought,” he chuckled, “Oh, and darling, if this is your way of flirting with me, I’d be lying if I said it isn’t working.”
I could feel the flush return to my cheeks, I was sure he saw it, too. “Of course it does, I’m a treat. Prettier than you, even,” I retorted. His hand flew to his heart, “How you hurt me,” he said, “Now, if you will; you could use your rest, and I was getting to quite a cliffhanger before you decided to interrupt me,” he glanced at me, “Though for good reason.”
I smiled and was about to get up, before I felt a surge of confidence. I sat on my knees. One of my hands came under his chin, my fingers tilting it up as I leaned down to place a kiss on his cheek. “Goodnight, Astarion,” I whispered, before rising to my feet and walking to my bedroll. As I got comfortable in my sleeping bag, I saw Astarion caressing the drawing from the corner of my eye.
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