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nerdgasmgate · 8 months

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The Waxing of a Red Moon: Pt 2

The party gave their final goodbyes to the patrons of The Last Light Inn with the promise that they’d all see each other again. The only one to join them on their journey to Baldur’s Gate was Jaheira, the fabled Druid. She had become a valued ally and friend in the short time they’d spent together.

That would make three druids among the Red Moon ranks. It was this fact that made Astarion comment “Doesn’t this make us more of a barn than a band?” The remark earned him a sharp glance from Halsin and Rhaenyra, while Jaheira offered a strike to the vampire’s arm. Though it had gained some laughter from everyone.

The road to Baldur’s Gate was a long one. And even after deciding on a route, they chose to go with the safer option versus the fastest. This would bring them back to the mountains. And even with winter fast approaching, the Absolute was moving with an entire army, which would at least work in their favor time wise.

Lae’zel had received word that there was a Githyanki Créche nestled in the mountains and she eagerly wished to go. First and foremost to rid herself of the tadpole still burrowed in her mind and second, to offer her service to Queen Vlaakith once cured. Though many of the others weren’t fond of the idea, they agreed to make the stop.

After a full day's travel, they came to rest and camp at the foothills of the mountain. Once hunger had been sated, half the group decided to play Old Fool. A ridiculous card game that often ended in bar brawls or excessive drunkenness. It consisted of bets and wagers, full houses and taking shots of ale if you lost a hand.

Wyll and Karlach had somehow roped Lae’zel into learning how to play. The gith had never even heard of Old Fool, though Karlach bet she’d never even heard of games before. Jaheira joined after the first hand, while Gale and Shadowheart watched the chaotic mess unfolding before them.

“Tsk’va!” Lae-zel hissed, tossing her hand down. “Truly a fool’s game indeed. Surely you cheat or deceive!” she accused, eyes falling to Wyll.

In a surrendering fashion, Wyll quickly waved his hands, swearing that he wasn’t cheating. Laughter erupted from the card table and another round was poured.

Off to the side, Rhaenyra sat with Scratch, tossing his favorite leather ball while listening to the joyous laughter of her companions. She couldn’t help but giggle at each gith curse she heard. At the farthest edges of camp, Astarion and Halsin were settling into the night's first watch. The roar of their games now distant and fading.

Usually the first watch was done by Halsin and Gale. But the wizard had begged Astarion to switch with him, eager to watch the teachings of Old Fool to Lae’zel. With a roll of his eyes and a promise of food, Astarion reluctantly agreed.

After Halsin finished his initial sweep of the edges of camp, he came to rest not far from Astarion. The vampire was busy fiddling with one of his daggers, tossing and rolling it over his fingers as though it were as light as a feather.

“All quiet.” Halsin announced.

“Well, maybe the woods are, but not the pack of gnolls we left back at camp.” Astarion quipped.

The druid chuckled in response. “We’ll soon face greater threats in the nights to come, but surely you’re not jealous you’re missing out on a game of Old Fool?”

Astarion shook his head. “I’ve played enough Old Fool to last me several more lifetimes. Besides, it's refreshing to hear Wyll being accused of cheating instead of me.” the dagger flipped around his knuckles.

“You? Cheating?” Halsin retorted. “Never.”

“Well, at least I’m not afraid to play the game.” Astarion replied with a toothy grin.

“I’ve played my fair share of fools games.”

“That's not the game I speak of, druid.”

Halsin turned to face Astarion, his brow raising in question. “Of what game do you speak?”

“Oh dear boy, I see the way you look at her. I see the hunger you try so hard to hide.” Astarion rolled his head to the side, meeting Halsin’s questioning gaze.

The sudden switch in their conversation caused Halsin to shift uncomfortably. He swallowed before he spoke, “Astarion, I-”

“No, no. Don’t apologize to me, darling. Apologize to her.” with a hand, he shooed away any words Halsin offered. “I’m sure she can smell whatever mountain man pheromones you’re giving off and by the gods Halsin, you’re going to drive her mad.” Halsin tore his eyes away from Astarion, sensing the heat that was rising in his face. The gesture made the vampire laugh. “That is the game I speak of.”

The crunch of leaves caused both men to snap their attention to the side. Approaching from camp was Rhaenyra. She walked armorless and barefoot, wearing only a loose, black chemise. The silence between the three made Rhaenyra question what she’d just walked in on.

“Uhm, sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you both. I just wanted to check on you.”

Astarion smiled up at her. “My sweet, always thinking of others.” he paused briefly, “We were just discussing our favorite games.”

Rhaenyra looked from Astarion to Halsin, her brows furrowing once she realized the druid appeared unsettled, or nervous perhaps? Though the shadows of the night obscured him slightly, making it difficult to tell. “Oh, what's your favorite game, Halsin?” Rhaenyra asked.

Halsin was struggling to find his voice, and just as he cleared his throat to answer, Astarion did it for him. “Why it's a good ol’ fashioned game of chase.”

Rhaenyra innocently smiled at the answer. “I remember playing chase quite often as a pup. Though I doubt you could catch me now.” she teased, shooting Halsin a quick wink.

The wink was followed by a sudden roar of laughter from Astarion. “No my sweet, I don’t think he could.”

“Play nice,” she chastised. “Not all of us are entertained by silk fabrics or lavish parties, Astarion.” Rhaenyra then knelt down between them and after shooting Astarion a chide glance, she turned her eyes to Halsin. “Chase is a fine game.” she smiled.

From such close proximity, Halsin could see the delicate spots of freckles upon her cheeks, a delicate dance of spots illuminated by the moon. “Yes,” he finally spoke, clearing his throat again. “Yes it is.”

“Well,” Rhaenyra rose back up. “You two seemed deep in conversation, I shouldn’t distract you further.” reaching out, she mets Astarion’s hand halfway, giving it a gentle squeeze before taking a final look to Halsin. “May the Wolf Mother watch over you both.” and with a swift turn on her heels and smirk upon her face, she headed back towards camp.

Once Rhaenyra was out of earshot, the love in Astarions eyes faded. Now reflective, ruby pools stared back at Halsin.

“Should any harm befall her, whether heart or hair, know that I will slit you belly to throat.” Something akin to a growl slipped from Halsin, whether by reflex or otherwise, it was the first time Astarion saw the man break in composure. Good, he thought. Perhaps he’s not too soft after all.

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cinamun · 1 year

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This is an 18+ blog for grown folks only. I don’t want to hear a peep tomorrow, is all I’m sayin.

#smut incoming #you know how they are #I shouldn't even have to explain it at this point #story stuff #lmfaoooo

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1202akaikuroba · 1 year

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I can’t let go of this idea. 🙈

Law x FemReader

„I don’t really like labels, but…“ you started, staring at the ceiling over your bed and still trying to calm your breath. „How would you call us?“ The tall man beside you laughed a little and ran a hand through his sweaty black hair.

„Never really thought about… probably friends with benefits?“, he thought out loud and turned towards you. „You?“

„Thought more about something like Fuckbuddies.“ You couldn’t hide the grin and knew exactly how he’d look at you. Deadpanned. Asking himself how he’d gotten himself into this situation.

„Really? Sounds a little bit gross.“, Law commented when you turned around.

„Too rough for your romantic brain?“, you teased him and he shook his head.

„Did you just call me romantic?“ Shrugging your shoulders you got up, when he grabbed you by your waist an within a few seconds he hovered over you. A surprised yelp escaped your lips but he didn’t gave you the time to adjust and started nibbling at your earlobe. A shiver ran down your exhausted body. „Maybe I have to remind you what kind of guy I am.“, he whispered and you couldn’t help but grab into his tattooed back when his mouth travelled down to your sensitive neck.

#tragalgar law #x reader #one piece #writing #trafalgar one piece #story ideas #smut incoming #trafalgardwaterlaw #slow burn #friendswithbenefits #fuck friends

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hellowoolf · 4 months

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on strawberries and masonry: snippet for chapter iii

chapter iii is almost done and...will probably end up close to 10k words. whoops! in any case, i'm trying to write as much as i can before i go back to college, and i'm hoping to release chapter iii in full by end of day thursday. in celebration of me writing smut for the first time, here's a little snippet under the cut :D

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you let out a breath, slow, and muffled by your own attempt at control, and press your thighs together. the growing wetness at the nexus of your legs sears you, all lightning and heartbeat, and you will yourself to stay standing against the insistent pull of your arousal. joel tips his nose above the lobe of your ear to speak into it, lowly and gruffly and nearly apologetic (but not quite), “i’m too goddamn selfish.” he rests his forehead on your shoulder and breathes deeply again. “and violent.” this time, his words really do sound like repentance, and you stay silent to make space for the full of his confession. but his lips hover over the crest of your shoulder again, barely grazing but branding you all the same. “but you’re…” his jaw unhinges slightly, but he collects himself, “you’re vicious, baby.”

you whimper, then, and the sound of it makes him press his entire hand into your hip, suddenly frantic and squeezing at you.

“you hurt people, haven’t you darlin?”

you have to gasp for air, your pussy leaking into your underwear, because he’s seeing you, horrific and violent, and choosing to seek you out anyway. you nod cautiously. and then gruffly, into your ear:

“you gonna hurt me?”

and you figure now, at least, you must be honest with him. “probably.” you barely recognize your own voice, the color of it darker with want than you’ve ever heard before.

joel pulls himself flush with your back, letting you feel the hardness of him, and allows himself a single push of his cock on your ass, muffling something animal in the back of this throat. he bands his free arm around your front to splay his palm on your sternum, pressing unforgivingly, and you feel the wild screaming of your heartbeat echoed back at you through his skin. and he’s shaking, whispering, “don’t let me do this.”

you lay your head back into his shoulder to bring your mouth further up to him, arching yourself into his hold, making a home for yourself there. and pleading is a crime you refuse to commit in the presence of others, but you cannot help your own desperation now. “please.”

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#joel miller #joel miller fic #fem!reader #jackson!joel #the last of us #tlou #on strawberries and masonry #smut incoming

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baziutawrites · 1 year

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Bestie I can’t comment on your replies or send asks without going anon because I reveal my main blog if I do that but just wanted to stop by and salute you for your interest in Zavi you’re amazing keep going and pls write smut xx and yessss I agree he definitely has an edging kink 💕

Omg thank you soo much. 💓 This man lives in my mind rent free so at least I'll give him some work to do 😤 I'm about to get on writing one including sub!xavier, edging, biting, hair pulling and a bunch of other nice stuff going on inside his art space... it is briefly referenced in my first work "Payback" (which isn't showing under xavier thorpe smut tag like at all wtf why 😭).

So stay tuned bitches cuz I'm about to grace you with more 🌶 tortured artist content and hopefully tumblr decides to show it to you all one day I wanna hear some feedback 🥺

#xavier thorpe smut #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe fanfic #smut #smut incoming #i still don't know how to tag #still don't know how to tumblr #please show my work in the tags #i want some feedback

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whinesandwhimpers · 5 months

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the brain worms are working hard on the next chapter of the ao3 kidnapper!141+ale&rudy x f!reader fic!!

#smut incoming

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nerdgasmgate · 8 months

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The Waxing of a Red Moon: Pt 3

tw: violence/gore The coming week had been less forgiving than the last. The evenings had gone from card games and ale to sleepless nights and sober strife. Tensions ran high, with occasional fights or arguments between several party members. If it wasn’t Shadowheart and Lae’zel, then it was Astarion and Wyll.

A raid, a few evenings earlier, had put everyone on edge. They’d been scouts of the Absolute. Attempting to slip into camp and slit throats without a word. But it was Scratch the dog who thwarted that plan. Before the goblins could lay steel to flesh, the brave beast barked and growled up a storm.

Karlach and Rhaenyra were the first to awaken, the two tieflings reaching for weapons. A booming roar from Karlach roused the others. And although their lives were spared, they weren’t without harm. This attack shattered their illusion of safety. They’d been careless. Sailing too far on the winds of Ketherics death.

Watch duty had been doubled, but even so, sleep was hard to find. But now, the moon hung high among the clouds. Those not on guard duty were trying to rest the best they could. The current shift was Karlach and Astarion. The two got along rather well and could at least stay awake by entertaining each other with bad jokes.

Rhaenyra had drifted off for a bit, but awoke to a sudden heaviness in her chest. She sat up, hand across her breast. Rising to her feet, Rhaenyra stepped from the tent. The only face she saw was Gales. He sat near the fire, his nose buried in a book. A small sigh of relief slipped from her lips.

A flurry of white then caught her eye. It was Scratch. He had darted over to Halsin’s tent. The dog was sniffing furiously around, tail wagging as he did so. But it wasn’t the sniffing that hollowed out a pit in her stomach, it was the realization that Halsin’s tent was empty.

He’d stated he was going to the river to fill water skins before Rhaenyra went to sleep. But it didn’t take that long to complete such a task. Dashing to the camp's edge, she looked out among the woods. Closing her eyes, Rhaenyra inhaled slowly, her sensing sharpening to that of an animal.

Water. She could hear the river. She could hear the wind and the movement of small wings through it. And then she heard it. The sharp roar of a beast and the cries that followed. “Halsin.” his name had barely left her tongue before she leapt forward, hands turning to claws as she landed.

Gale had looked up, noticing Rhaenyra standing at the edge of the firelight. The wizard's eyes widened as he watched her shift, panic rising in his chest. The book hit the ground with a thud as Gale darted for the others. “Wake up! Somethings wrong! Wake up!”

As she ran, heart racing, the roar and cries of pain grew louder. Rhaenyra prayed for the Wolf Mothers speed. Please, for him.

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Halsin’s jaws snapped around the neck of a not-fast-enough goblin. The massive grizzly towered over them, blood dripping down his side and back. Worgs had him flanked, jagged teeth tearing into fur and flesh. A slew of dead goblins laid among them.

Halsin knew that he likely wouldn’t survive the fight, but he’d sworn on all the Oak Fathers' strength that they wouldn’t either. Nothing would stop him from ensuring his companions safety. Nothing. But Halsin could already begin to feel his form fading. The strength of the grizzly waning.

The glow of Halsin’s eyes flickered as he dropped from the bear, the last of its power slipping into the night. Bleeding and battered, Halsin sank to his knees. The worg’s dove at him, jaws parted and eager. Suddenly a blur of black and gray darted from the treeline, followed by the sickening crunch of bone.

A worg hung lifeless, its throat crushed within the jaws of a massive wolf. A crimson mist hung around the predator's eyes, its teeth sinking deeper into flesh as it violently shook the worg. Throwing the animal's carcass to the side, the wolf stepped over Halsin, shielding him with its body.

Within the minds of the few remaining goblins, an infernal voice echoed, “You won’t claim him.”

Without waiting for a reaction, the wolf snapped forward, teeth sinking into its next victim. With a gaze filled with a mix of pain and awe, Halsin watched the carnage unfold before him. The druid did not fear the wolf, for he knew those wild eyes all too well. Somehow, by Silvanus himself, she had come to his aid.

Trying, and failing, to slow his blood loss, Halsin sank deeper into the muck beneath him. Only a few minutes after Rhaenyra’s arrival, Halsin heard a familiar voice. With a hand extended, draconic words whipped out from Gale’s mouth, eyes alight with magic. Wyll and Lae’zel followed behind, weapons drawn as they descended upon the last of the goblins.

With enough reassurance that the fight was swayed in their favor, the wolf turned back to Halsin. Its tall form began to shrink, a woman falling from within its fur. Warm hands quickly fell to Halsin’s wounds as Rhaenyra whispered various incantations.

He tried to speak, a barely audible thank you escaped. “Hush,” Rhaenyra shushed, “Keep your strength.” she briefly met his gaze, a gentle smile upon her lips. “I’ve got you.”

Halsin eventually lost consciousness. When he finally woke, Halsin found himself back at camp. Parts of his body ached more than others, but it was bearable. He attempted to rise up a bit, but found that his left arm was pinned.

As he turned himself, it wasn’t a binding or weight he saw, but a slumped over form. With her hand and arm resting upon his, Rhaenyra must have fallen asleep at his side. Though Halsin didn’t want to wake her, he found himself reaching to brush fingers along her upturned cheek.

Just then, the tent flap opened and in stepped a rather surprised Astarion. “Oh,” he tilted his head a bit, clearly not expecting to find Rhaenyra asleep and Halsin awake. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting to see you awake yet. I just came to check on Rhaen.” Leaning within the entryway, Astarion’s arms crossed. “She’s not left your side, ya know. Used every last ounce of energy she had to heal you.”

Halsin looked back to Rhaenyra, his palm brushing along her cheek. “Was anyone else hurt?”

“No, they squashed what remained like bugs. Can’t say our waterskins fared well, but eh.” Halsin actually laughed a bit, but quickly regretted such. A pain shot through his ribs and he doubled over a bit. “Sorry, I’ll keep my wit to myself.” Astarion smiled. “When she wakes, insist that she come eat. Poor thing hasn’t touched food or water since last eve.”

Halsin nodded in reply. “Astarion?” his tired eyes moved to the vampire. “Thank you.”

Astarion quickly shooed away the comment. “Now now, don’t go getting all sentimental on me. I didn’t do anything. But I’ll let Shadowheart know you’re up. She made some kind of magical stew.” Astarion rolled his eyes at the mention of the stew. “Or something like that.”

“Stew would be great.” Halsin smiled.

Not long after Astarion left, Rhaenyra stirred. A soft whimper slipped from her as she slowly woke. Rising up, she blinked and rubbed palms against her eyes. It took her a second to realize that Halsin was actually awake. The realization quickly grew into excitement. With a smile and what looked to be tears in her eyes, his name breathlessly left her lips.

Without a word in return, Halsin reached out a bandaged arm, fingers slipping into the teal strands of Rhaenyra’s hair as he pulled her forward. Heat quickly rose in her cheeks. The first moment, tender and gentle. The second was a fury of racing hearts and a pull to each other that nearly consumed them on the spot.

Clumsy hands reached to wrap around Halsin’s neck, knee’s feeling weak as she slipped down to them at the edge of the cot. With great effort, Halsin pulled back ever so slightly. “I owe you everything.” he breathed out, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke.

“As long as Silvanus gives me breath, expect nothing less.”

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Shadowheart had returned suddenly to the fireside, a bowl of stew still between her hands along with a face as red as a beet.

The party looked at her, brows raised in confusion.

“What?” Gale questioned. “Uhh, nothing. I’ll just…go back later.”

#astarion #fanfic #halsin #oc #astarion fanfic #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #f/m/m #halsin fanfic #tav #tw violence #tw gore #halsin x tav #astarion x tav #smut incoming #indie smut #Spotify

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