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a-strange-inkling · 6 months
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Hey Jealousy (Old Haunts Universe)
Hawkins, Indiana
1985
“God, he’s all over her today.”
Eddie stops mid stride, just sneaking back from his quick midday smoke behind the bus garage. He wasn’t usually one to dabble in the affairs of cheerleaders (unless if he’s invited to of course) but that little side quip laced with spiky envy from Tracy Verdonowitz is enough to grab his attention by the back of the neck and yank him out of his half high, kinda still hungover stupor.
“I mean… I think it’s sweet!” A blonde junior points out.
“It’s disgusting.” Tracy replies shortly.
He knows just who they're talking about before he lifts his baggy, burned out gaze across the campus… because of course it’s them. Of fucking course. Who else could it be? As a district, town, planet they all just orbit around them, every freaking little thing they do. Nobody ever bothers to have a thought or a life of their own, nooooo… they all feed obsessively suckle off of the general perfection that is always just oozing off of the King and Queen. Because, let’s be honest, their mundane is the fucking glory of Valinor for the rest of them, the motley, miserable, midwest student body of Hawkin’s High.
And he can’t climb on his soap box or lunch table to protest about it today, because he too stops and he looks.
Eddie’s throat constricts as he tries and fails to swallow, that dull pain at seeing any and every of their daily intimacies having a little more sting to it in his presently raw state of being.
Unfortunately, he did not get drunk enough over the weekend to not notice that something was different about them. Tracy’s bite isn’t just a jealous over exaggeration (no judgment by the way), because the PDA has definitely been cranked up a notch.
They’re relatively innocent on average, to be fair. Very Jack and Jill. Ken and Barbie. Fred and Daphne. Hand holding, quick pecks on the cheek, an arm around her shoulder. Prim and proper, clean, but today…
Carver really has been all over this girl, he’s presently got her trapped against the passenger door of his jeep, all bent over her, one hand pressed against the molding, the other inching up beneath her gym shirt.
Eddie can’t really see her, which he’s honestly grateful for. She’s obscured from view by the front end of the vehicle and the hundred and sixty pound hormonal jock sucking her face off.
He can only see her braced legs under the car, and her little hand latched tightly on Jason’s wrist like a vice where he’s reaching up her shirt.
“Woaw.” Gigi sighs, biting the corner of her lip as she watches the tryst intently. Obviously some basic biology questions being answered for her.
Jason’s hand moves from the molding to hold her neck and Eddie has to look away, down into the cracks of the pavement he wished he was buried under, because it’s… it’s too much, especially after Indianapolis and… he just can’t today. No matter how much he wants to know what has upped the rating to PG-13, he needs to keep walking, to get back inside. Keslink’s test sure isn’t going to flunk itself.
He barely manages a heavy step forward when the senior cheer captain Kelly Brooks speaks up next with that slight southern lilt to her voice. “Oh sweetie, that’s not really surprising, especially after Saturday.”
“What happened Saturday?” Becky asks, lowering her voice as they all gather around her. “You mean at homecoming?”
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ficbrish · 2 months
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Snippet Saturday
[13Jan2024]
This is from one of the posted one shots in my Kinktober collection.
"You were my first."
[Astarion's bite scene]
[[tw/cw: cptsd, blood]]
“Do you think you could trust me just a little further?” he carefully asked with a flourish of his hand.
Vistri raised her brows.
“I only need a taste,” he cajoled, “I swear.”
The pounding in her ears started up again. He offered a thrill she’d never tried before. A vampire. People usually didn’t come back from one of those bites, did they? It was never only just a taste, was it?
“Fine. But not a drop more than you need,” she agreed despite her best intentions.
Astarion sounded a bit shocked, “Really? I—Of course.”
The fact that even he was surprised Vistri said yes was a red flag she was fully aware of. She was very aware. If magic whispered under her skin, self-destructive impulses shouted through it.
“Not one drop more,” he promised, elation breaking through his measured voice.
It would be the ultimate moment of truth. Vistri was either someone important enough to spare, or this would be her final night. Astarion would either take only as much as she gave or use her up completely. It was a true test of value, who they were to each other and who they were as people.
Astarion still couldn’t believe she said yes; that it had been that easy. No one had ever known him for what he was and offered themselves anyway. Maybe he didn’t have to get rid of her after all. Maybe he didn’t want to.
“Let’s make ourselves comfortable, shall we?” Astarion said smoothly, inviting her back to her bedroll with a gesture.
She glared at him and mumbled as she settled down, “Could have started out this way if you weren’t such a bitch since that boar.”
“I was not!—You’re ruining the atmosphere now, darling.”
“Atmosphere? We’re in the dirt trying not to wake our companions who are also in the dirt.”
Astarion raised a brow, “Bit more premium than the mud, at least. Now lay back.”
They were going to try this again, with her permission this time. Vistri laid back in her bedroll fully prepared for death. She knew her worth and was ready to surrender to it.
Dirt.
Vistri was dirt. Whatever was about to happen validated that, and it excited her enough to feel something as much as it choked her.
“I’ll haunt you,” she said.
“What?”
“If you kill me. I’ll haunt you.”
“Right.”
As Astarion crawled over Vistri, all he could think was, finally. The pulse in her throat called to him, reaching towards his. It was a completely brand-new ecstasy, and he kept waiting for someone to snatch it away before he could have a taste.
He let out a low groan, almost a growl, waiting for her signal.
Vistri tried to blink away the warmth that spread over her as he hovered above her. It wouldn’t go away. She gave up and closed her eyes, making a silent bet with herself.
“Go on.”
Astarion lunged forward and pierced her neck so fast it was like the punctuation to her sentence.
She knew there would be pain. It was quick and sharp before it throbbed into numbness. Vistri felt her life and his flow through her. Her heart and lungs fought helplessly as she gave herself to him.
Astarion longed painfully for a moment like this his entire undeath, and it was better than he could have imagined. Her dragon blood was cool on his tongue, like frosted cream. The silver scales on her face had piqued his curiosity, he’d wondered how she tasted. Now that he had her, he was lost.
Vistri had anticipated teeth, not mouth. His fangs were only there for puncture. The rest of it was all lips and tongue and throat. He swallowed her down.
She should probably stop him.
Probably.
Or she could let him continue. Give in entirely until she was all gone…
Astarion never wanted to stop. All performance was put aside; the only thing remaining was his cursed nature. His tongue eagerly lapped up the blood against her neck.
Vistri couldn’t tell if there was something narcotic in his bite, or if that was just…
Gods, please don’t let that just be him.
She felt her knees shiver, and almost let Astarion have his way.
Then another thought suddenly shouted above all the others. Maybe he couldn’t control himself. He’d said he trusted her, and if that wasn’t a lie, then perhaps he meant for her to stop him before he lost them both.
“That’s enough,” she reluctantly sighed.
Her voice reached Astarion through the dreamy fog.
“Mhh?” he moaned, yes?
He was still lapping her up as he answered. His question broke over her skin. Vistri twitched and he must have taken that for pain.
“Oh, of course,” Astarion excused, tearing himself away.
Vistri felt a chill as his body left hers. Her heart was still pounding.
They stood across from each other wanting more.
“That—” Astarion’s words faltered, overcome by ecstatic satisfaction and lingering bloodlust.
Her stomach flipped at the sight of him. His new vigor was palpable, and a genuine smile spread over his lips.
“That was…” he smelled and tasted the mess she left on his face, sucking his fingers clean, “Amazing.”
Either her stomach had flown to her chest, or her heart flipped this time.
“My mind is finally clear,” he continued, “I feel strong. I feel…. Happy!”
That was the first time Vistri ever saw Astarion take a deep breath. His shoulders naturally sat lower than she thought they did.
She wanted to taste him right back, “I’m looking forward to seeing you fight.”
“Shouldn’t take long,” Astarion smirked, “So many people need killing.”
And Vistri wasn’t one of them.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” he bowed, “You’re invigorating, but I need something more filing.”
“Wait!” Vistri called out as he strutted off into the forest.
Astarion turned around and found her at his heel.
“Um,” she gestured at her face, “You have…”
“What?”
She shyly reached for his mouth. Astarion jumped slightly at her touch but allowed her to wipe her finger along the corner of his grin.
“Little bit of blood,” she muttered, and cleared her throat.
Astarion had to stop himself from grabbing her finger and licking it clean.
“Oh,” he said, “My, my. I have made a mess, haven’t I?”
Vistri put on a smirk, “Nothing that takes more than a little wipe.”
“Right. Well—”
She was standing so close. He could still sense her pulse, smell the blood clotting on her neck. Vistri was looking at him with such a mix of emotion that it made her a riddle. Why didn’t she kill him? Why did she let him do that?
Astarion’s eyes travelled from her neck to her lips. Now that he’d had a taste of her throat, he found himself curious about all her other parts.
“Off you go!” Vistri playfully pushed him towards the trees.
He obliged but turned back once more to thank her, “This is a gift, you know. I won’t forget it.”
“Wouldn’t dare let you,” she smirked.
He returned it, then left Vistri alone with her aching neck. She could still feel his mouth on her skin, and her breathing hadn’t yet stilled. She shut her eyes, willing the wanting to go away. If it was kind, it would just go away.
The woods were full of treasure, but they felt empty. Nothing could compare to the fine, exquisite vintage of her. Astarion told himself it was just the dragon blood. It wasn’t tied to Vistri at all.
It couldn’t be.
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greenvlvetcouch · 10 months
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snippet saturday, thank you @spindrifters for the tag <3
Sirius hummed, long and low. Contemplative and Remus tossed his head to the side on the couch, glancing over at him.
Brows drawn in concentration, two fingers in his mouth before he sucked. Withdrew those fingers and glanced sideways at Remus, narrowed his eyes before looking down.
Trying to hide what was in his hand and still see it in the low light of the living room and tv.
And then Sirius handed Remus the peanut M&M, holding it out to him. Wet and covered in his spit, between his thumb and forefinger. Held up like a prize, Remus let out an ooooh and it was missing the color.
Remus didn’t have the heart to tell Sirius he could tell it had been blue by the little bit of dye staining his fingers. His tongue had long turned a strange shade of dark purple, bordering on brown from all the colors mixing, but Remus nodded anyway, like Sirius had done a fine job at it this time.
Was on the way to perfecting his craft.
Remus took the M&M, popped it in his mouth and met Sirius’ eye, chewed and chewed.
“Yellow?”
“No, try again.”
“Red?”
“Moons, the last one was red.”
“Well, I don’t know—blue?”
A small smile, Sirius shoved at Remus’ knee with his foot. “Yes.”
i tag @silverscreenlipstick @achilleslikespeas and and @kaaaaaaarf <3
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snippet saturday~
on an actual Saturday! Go us! :D
Tagged by the talented @ejunkiet 🤗
Tagging: I genuinely don't know who to tag as I'm not sure who writes anymore and who is taking a break. I don't want to apply pressure so, if you're reading this and wanna share, please do! <3
Just some James and Asset and a reluctant shift in perspective ^^
If you see typos, no you don't (っ °Д °;)っ /j
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alwaysxlarrie · 8 months
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i never thought i’d say it’s been a while since i’ve posted a snippet but i also never thought i’d write a cult leader louis fic, so. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ but here it is !!
“The moment he’d heard about the event, he signed up. Harry loved his college, but unfortunately they didn’t prioritize the music department the way he wished they would, which made being a music major a slightly more lonely experience than he would’ve liked. So, while he’d never heard of Louis Tomlinson or his organization before this, that was okay. Those were just mere details. What mattered was that there was an event. For music. In all his nineteen years, he’s never been so excited for a school event.
“Harmonic Haven is my most important life mission. Bringing people in, instilling confidence in them, encouraging them to be their best, always readily available lessons, improving your skills — all of it is essential to the heart of this organization.” Louis saunters around the stage, confident and raspy voice booming smoothly from his microphone.
Harry watches raptly as Louis makes eye contact with people in the crowd and sends an alluring grin their way, enticing them to continue listening. His eyes are hypnotizingly sparkly; a unique blue that Harry could spend days writing songs about. They draw you in and make you constantly want their undivided attention; Harry has had them on him twice now and has been actively fighting the urge to do something ridiculous to get his attention again. He can tell that even just having a single conversation with Louis about their passion for music would reignite the spark in him.
His fingers are itching to take notes, but he doesn’t dare to look away for too long — it’s too much of an risk to miss anything Louis' saying, let alone miss the chance of Louis' eyes on him again.
But Harry knows he needs to do something memorable before Louis' presentation is over, needs Louis to recognize him when Harry goes down to talk to him afterward. There will be tens — likely hundreds, really — of students lined up to talk to Louis and Harry can’t risk not getting a chance. He needs to do something now that will make Louis remember him. And quickly.”
i am nothing if not consistent with long-ish snippets, no matter how long it's been lol. anyway i've edited this to absolute smithereens so hopefully it's decent!! not entirely sure who’s working on a fic at the moment so i’ll just tag a few people lol @loveislarryislove @allwaswell16 @lululawrence @londonfoginacup @jacaranda-bloom @kingonafiftymetreroad @crinkle-eyed-boo @greenblueish @beelou @disgruntledkittenface
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kalevalakryze · 7 months
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snippet saturday !
@balenciagaaaaaaaa tagged me without knowing what they were unleashing onto the world
and bc you're my one bookmark on welcome to the family, this snippet is for you
Bo-Katan should have seen this coming, really. No one helped someone for free, and she hadn’t felt right about anything since Gideon trashed her contract just twenty four hours before.
The tour of the useable parts of their building had been quick. Din Djarin, Cobb Vanth, and Boba Fett shared a room, Paz slept in a room practically right off of the front door, his walls decorated with enough weapons to leave her on edge. The Armorer’s room was spartan in comparison to the personalities she’d seen across the other rooms. It was the smallest, though also seemed to have less of the mold and water damage that the rest of the rooms seemed to deal with.
“None of the other rooms are habitable,” The Armorer said as she opened the door for Bo-Katan. “Therefore, I will offer to share my space with you,” Bo-Katan stepped into the room, hands fidgeting in the large pockets of her borrowed pants. Skira entered behind her, the door creaking as it shut. “You may familiarize yourself with the space as much as you would like,-“
Skira was cut off as Bo-Katan turned towards her. “So what is it you really want?” Her voice was accusing, brows pulling together in scrutiny as she tried to figure out the motives. “No one does shit like this unless they want something, you want me to fuck you? Because that’s all I have,” It wouldn’t be the first time. Kriff, that was part of how she’d gotten so close to Pre Vizsla, first she fell into his bed, then she fell into his terrorist cell. Hell, it was how she got acquainted with Ursa and Alrich, too, though the couple hadn’t requested sex in return for a place to sleep, she’d given that more than willingly.
When she’d removed her helmet, Bo caught the surprise and mild hurt on the woman’s features, though they were quickly smoothed away. “I assure you, that is not what this is,” Her hands raised, palms facing out as the wild look in the redheads eyes grew.
No pressure tag: @stellanslashgeode , @machinerismsx
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impishtubist · 1 year
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snippet saturday
I was tagged by @theresthesnitch and what the heck, I can be bullied!  (Sometimes.) Here’s a thing I’ve been trying to finish for ages:
Sirius remembers.
He remembers a frigid December night when Kreacher had appeared in his flat with an unconscious and soaking Regulus in his arms, half-frozen and half-dead. He remembers all the animosity and the hatred falling away in an instant at the sight of his baby brother dying on his floor. He remembers calling for Remus while wrestling Reg’s dead weight into a warm bath, and they had spent the better part of the night casting healing spells and forcing potions down Regulus’s throat, sheltering a known Death Eater in the safety of their flat without a second thought. 
He remembers Regulus waking up the next morning, looking not at all surprised to be in his brother’s bed.
“I destroyed a Horcrux,” he’d said without preamble. “Also, I’m pregnant.”
Then, he had leaned over the side of the bed and thrown up on the floor.
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lucky-bishop · 7 months
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Snippet Saturday!
Thanks for the tag @dear-massacre ❤️
I've written 6.1k so far today on my Steter Bang piece, which is a S1 AU focused on the connection between a feral Peter and Stiles. Here's a fun bit from the third (and last) chapter that I wrote today:
Stiles wonders if Peter will have to turn him. If a werewolf’s mate also needs to be a werewolf. But he doesn’t focus on it - when he gets the chance to discuss all this with Peter, he’ll ask then. He does think about what it would be like. If he’d been turned in all the madness and disarray when Peter first woke up and all of this started - he doesn’t know how he’d feel about that. But knowing Peter, knowing the connection that they have now? He wants it. He wants to be able to keep up with Peter on a full moon run. Wants to hunt down a deer and present it for Peter, if the ritual is as important as Derek made it seem. He wants to know Peter’s heartbeat, his scent, his everything as intimately as Peter knows him. He wants to be equals in every sense of the word. It’s still scary and intimidating, though. He knows how hard it was for Scott to control himself in the beginning. But with Peter right there to support him - he thinks he could do it. It’s brutal, too, taking the bite. But if there’s anyone in the world Stiles could get down on his knees and expose his throat and belly for, it’s Peter. 
No pressure tags: @rosieposiepuddingnpie, @geekmom13, @mirrorthoughts, @midmorning-bomb, @meggie-stardust, @aurevell, @punchedbymarkesmith
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firstsprinces · 3 months
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Thank you @anincompletelist for tagging me today! There’s too much to be excited for from you that I don’t know where I’ll start!
Here I am once again giving you a fourth look into the world I’ve been living in. I’m currently thinking of splitting it into long parts and aiming to have Part I finished and posted by mid January!
There’s also still just Henry because I want to keep Alex as mysterious as possible, or else the premise will be given away.
Enough from me, enjoy!!
“Head up, Boy,” he hears close by and he obeys the order, his eyes following the trail of golden buttons until they meet a face and a hard-billed cap with a matching gold police badge.
The policeman doesn’t tell him anything else as he hands him a piece of paper. It’s thin in his hands just like the paper they use to print the newspaper. Instead of looking at it right away, Henry folds it in half twice and slips it into his breast pocket of his coat, giving the policeman a nod before he continues on his way.
His eyes shift over towards the steam locomotive one last time, black smoke billowing out from its cylinder as it’s at a standstill, waiting for its passengers to board so it can be powered by coal to haul its cargo once again. Seeing the engine briefly reminds him of home when his father would take him to the railroads to watch the powerful engines race by with a thunderous roar that shook the ground beneath their feet; and then when he had become a teenager and his friends would drink and playfully tussle with one another until they heard the warning of a whistle.
Tagging @priincebutt and whoever else hasn’t been tagged yet! I’ve only done a quick scroll during my last work break. I apologize if I’ve missed yours and I’ll check again once I’m home!
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loserdiaz · 1 year
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snippet saturday (or something)
tagged by @prettyboybuckley @lostinabuddiehaze @rogerzsteven and @monsterrae1 thanks for the tag, loves!
another snippet from my secret relationship fic!
Buck sits there, nervously picking at the beginning of a tear in the knee of his pants. He can't do this, he thinks he's gonna throw up any second now.
"We've got an announcement to make." Eddie says, catching everyone's attention.. They're at one of Bobby's famous barbecues. The whole team is there, Maddie and Athena, May and Harry and all of the other kids. All of their family is there and Buck feels sick to his stomach.
He can't lose this. He can't— He can't.
"Buck and I—"
"We wanted to tell you Chris got the highest grade in his science class!" Buck blurts out before he can even think about it, earning confused stares from everyone there.
Eddie is— Eddie is looking at him confused too, but Buck can see the hurt underneath it and he hates himself for being the one to put it in there.
"Yeah." Eddie clears his throat, smiling but it's strained and obviously not genuine. It doesn't reach his eyes. "His teacher was really proud of his science project, said it was one of the best she's ever seen."
Buck opens his mouth, maybe to fix the mistake he just made— he tries to, at least, but he opens his mouth and nothing comes out. He freezes in place, baffled by the inexplicable clench of fear in his chest. It's small, just a little bit of hesitancy, something cold gripping him.
"Yeah." It's all he says in the end, avoiding Eddie's gaze.
He can't.
tagging (idk who's been tagged yet so ignore me if you have): @two-cut-lines @dickley-buddie @maygrantgf @lesbianmaygrant @lilbuddie @honestlydarkprincess @eddiediazisascorpio @buddierights @the-likesofus @bekkachaos @loveyourownsmiilee @bigfootsmom and whoever wants to do it!
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jackwolfes · 7 months
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✍️pretty
[snippet saturday] / ty friend!!! 🥰
Ghezenite Wylan:
“You want me to pretend to be a brothel worker?” he exclaims. “I can’t — I’m not qualified for that!” “Lucky for you, you don’t need experience,” Kaz intones. Wylan’s cheeks heat. “You need a pretty face and a low cut shirt.”
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rotschopf-thedrow · 4 months
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Snippitses Saturday
Snippet from "The loneliest Hour", my upcoming Kaidan Alenko / Major Coats story.
“One, keep your ass in that seat. I’ll get you the juice.” He opened the compartment and handed Shepard a juice pack and one of the MREs specifically designed for a biotic metabolism. “Two, never do that again, Ares, and I mean it. You took at least 10 years off my life expectancy with that stunt.” “And three, you will eat as well,” Shepard retorted with a smirk. “Don’t think I didn’t see that blood under your nose.” “Don’t change the fucking subject, Ares.” Kaidan grabbed one of the bars they nicknamed “biotic bricks” and some juice as well. “That was reckless, idiotic, stupid, and careless.” “And what would you have me do instead, hm?” Shepard shot back, his eyes narrowing. “We were stranded on that fucking derelict ship. The only way off that planet was through Leviathan, and for that, I needed to get into the water.” “It should’ve been me, goddammit!” Kaidan pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re too important to risk your life like that. I’m expendable—” “No!” Shepard stood up, his eyes flashing dangerously. “You are not expandable, Kaidan!” “More expandable than you!” “You’re not! Fuck!” “Uhm, guys,” Vega said with an undertone that clearly told Kaidan that he wanted to be anywhere but in this shuttle trapped with them right now. “If you want to be alone, I can join Esteban, you know.” It took Kaidan a moment to realise what Vega was hinting at, snorting when he did. They must sound like an old married couple having a lover’s spat. “No need, James. It’s just that someone needs to drill it into the head of this idiot from time to time that he’s worth it. Especially when his man is not around.” “Wait, what?” Vega’s eyes jumped from Kaidan to Shepard and back. “I thought… you two are… you know. Most of the crew do.”
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ficbrish · 2 months
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Snippet Saturday
[03Feb2024]
This is from one of the posted one shots in my Kinktober collection.
"To Belong"
snippet is mature, 18+
[4 years post-canon, Underdark]
[[tw/cw: Collar/leash kink, oral sex, sexual content, choking, blood]]
They had a leash for Vistri’s collar they hadn't used yet. It wasn't near as grand; just a fine, black leather whose simplicity complimented the collar's grandiosity. After tonight’s dinner, Astarion felt ready. He put on the airs of a vampire lord to command her, “Come bind yourself to me, you sweet, delicious treat.”
Vistri gladly walked over to be taken. He fit her leash into the loop on her collar, and she was tethered.
He reached out for her face, caressing her cheek, “You just want to please me, don’t you?”
She nodded, “More than anything.”
“And what do you get out of it?”
“Your happiness.”
Astarion kissed her, then said, “That’s about me again.”
“I know.”
She was so sweet he had to kiss her one more time, “Then if you really want it all to be about me, you’ll serve.”
Vistri ran her hands along his chest, “I want to sate every desire. Until you feel perfect.”
“Believe me, my dear. You will.”
He fingered the leash between them, then tugged it to bring her closer, “You like this?”
She nodded with enthusiasm, “Oh, I like this.”
Astarion smirked, “Then get on your knees.”
His tone was firm, but still warm. Vistri kneeled and he towered over her, looking down and running his hands all through her hair. He positioned her head between his legs at the level of his hips. Vistri could see the hard imprint of him through his trousers and needed to put it in her mouth.
He ran his thumb across her bottom lip, then grabbed her chin to make her meet his gaze. Tightening his grip on the leash shortened the give between them, and he wrapped the leather around his fist a few times, “Now you can’t get away. Any regrets?”
Vistri crawled on her knees until she was pressed into him. Her face rested on his thigh and nuzzled it, “No regrets but that you are not yet buried deeply into my ache.”
Astarion grabbed a fistful of hair at the top of her head and pulled. She gasped pleasantly.
“Now don’t be so vulgar, darling. At least not yet.”
He let go of her hair to play with her lips again. She kissed his fingertips as they danced across her. He only abandoned them to undo the lacings on his trousers, and Vistri’s breath caught on her throat anticipating the sight of him.
He was stunning. His head pushing boldly passed his foreskin was art. His thickness was both threat and promise. Vistri turned her gaze back to his face and saw his fangs bared in his grin. So many parts of himself that he sank into her. She wanted them all, wanted all of him; to be devoured and taken over, owned.
“I long for it, Astarion,” she moaned, nestling her cheek into his palm.
He grabbed hold of himself and pressed his tip against her mouth, just like he had with the cigar. He watched her open up to take it, and held it just there between her lips.
His eyes rolled back for a second as her tongue flickered along it. He sighed, “Now that’s not fair.”
Vistri stopped.
“I didn’t say stop.”
She did it again.
“That’s better, pet,” he ran his hands through her hair.
Astarion took himself in hand again to push further into her lips. Just passed her teeth, just like he did earlier in the evening.
“You have to open your mouth so wide to take me, my dear.”
The sides of his lip twitched as she played with his head, now completely nestled on her tongue.
“Oooh,” he moaned, “You treat me so well.”
Vistri felt him take a slightly wider stance and tug her leash even tighter, bringing him even deeper into her mouth.
He grabbed hold of her chin again. He loved to cradle Vistri’s face in his palms with his cock in her mouth. He loved seeing himself disappear into her lips and come out coated in her sweet taste.
“Would you like the whole thing?”
She moaned her desperate consent, and he thrust himself into her throat. Steadily, his hips rocked against her lips. Slow, rolling thrusts in and out; languid.
Astarion watched, looking down at her, holding her leash. He felt… good. Like he had all the power in the world. Like she was his servile spawn and him a true lord.
And that didn’t feel bad.
He didn’t feel bad.
Astarion stared, drinking in her show until the drool started to drip from the corners of her mouth. Then he pulled himself out very slowly, just free of her lips, keeping himself right in front of her.
“Swallow,” he commanded.
Vistri caught her breath and swallowed the combination of his and her salivations.
Astarion patted her on the head as a reward, “That’s a good pet.”
There was still wetness dripping down her face, at the corners of her mouth and a little on her neck. He wiped her off with his fingers, and licked them, tasting her on his hands.
“Sod it! I can’t take any more of this,” he said, scooping her up to throw her onto their bed, full of rakish charm.
Vistri landed on her back. The bed bounced lightly with impact as Astarion crawled over on his knees to straddle her. He tugged the leash tight between them and pulled until she sat up to meet his lips. Astarion let out the hungriest groan and pushed her back down after adding more give to her tether.
Vistri was putty. Begging, writhing putty.
He stroked the spot on her neck that he drank from earlier. With the dragon blood running through her veins, it had already healed.
“We’ll just have to mark you again right after this. You did promise to sate my every desire, did you not?”
“I want the same thing,” she said thickly.
Astarion smirked. He was going to have to satisfy her to set her mind right. She was literally lost in her want.
The sight of her so helpless to him made him feel like he really belonged somewhere.
He pried apart her knees and leaned closer, his hands crawling up her leash. As he put himself inside her, after they both shouted out with closed eyes and opened them again to behold each other, he made another offer.
“Would you like me to wrap this around your throat as I fuck you?”
“Please,” she begged.
Astarion unhooked her leash and wrapped it around her neck like a scarf. Keeping her safe would require just enough concentration that he wouldn’t have to worry about losing himself. It was a lingering threat that allowed Vistri to let go completely and Astarion to stay grounded.
The collar was firm, and the leash was tight without being restrictive. Both pressures on her neck only made Vistri more eager for his teeth.
With one hand on her leash, and the other caressing her waist, he pumped into her. It was overwhelming. Trust was made more explicit and exposed their raw cores. The leash and collar wrapped around her were his arms cradling her heart as she exploded like a star. Vistri made Astarion feel so safe, he could just toy with her and take; to be a tyrant without being horrible.
He could fracture her, and she could fracture him, and at the end of it, know themselves and each other better.
Astarion screamed, “Thank you,” over and over as he came. Vistri was so spent by the time that happened, her voice was too rough to do more than whimper with tears in her eyes.
They panted and smiled at each other so wide they ended up laughing. He unclasped her collar before she left to refresh herself. When she jumped back into bed and into his embrace, she offered him her neck.
“You greedy thing,” he spoke against her skin before sinking into it.
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pinksparkl · 9 months
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WIP WEEKEND
Tagged by the lovely @romirola~~ check out all the snippets of her amazing core swapping AU, you won't regret it!!
Here is a little more of my fairly long Vincent/Lovely re-write fic. The first bite~~ (well, the lead-up to it 😂)
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I'm tagging... (I hate this part...) whoever sees this and wants to share something they're working on~
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wemadethishome · 6 months
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Snippet Saturday
thank you @enchantedlandcoffee for the tag!
"You forgot you hated me again, didn't you?" Liam looked around for a moment, silent, then allowed his shoulders to relax when he saw no cameras were around. "God, I hate that stupid rule. Stupid management, stupid public boxing," he growled, shaking his head. "I hate acting like I hate you, and you keep making me want to punch you in the face, but I can't because I love you, but the public sees that as the opposite, so I keep having to play along…" Liam rambled on for quite a bit, talking fast as he always did, but he cut himself off as he heard Zayn's amused laughter, eyes narrowed. "Maybe I should punch you in the face."
Tagging @beardyboyzx @nouies @hellolovers13 (no pressure!)
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mirrorthoughts · 6 months
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Snipped Sunday
Thanks for tagging me my dear @aurevell 💕💕
I'm going to give you something entirely different than what I showed over these last few weeks!
I have a wip that's mostly what I'll put into this snipped that has the (tentative) title of "In the End, does it even matter?" that's lying in my wip folder since somewhere at the beginning of the year.
I still want to write it 😂 I like the idea but currently there are a half dozens other things I'm writing, so, uh... yeah.
Here it is 😂
The taste of burnt flesh and blood still stuck in his throat when he opened his eyes to a familiar ceiling.
Shadows and sunlight flickered over the white surface in long forgotten but still well-known and seemingly ever changing patterns, the warmth of the sun on his face felt almost like a caress after all the pain he just had endured. He swallowed and took a deep breath and just like that blood and smoke were nothing more than a memory and the familiar scent of his lavender laundry detergent filled his nose with the feeling of safety, of home, of den.
Dazed as he was he slowly closed his eyes, letting himself sink back into the familiar smell and feeling of his bed as he pulled his blanket closer, listening to the familiar noises outside of cars and people and streetcars-
Streetcars.
People.
A comfortable bed in a flat he hadn’t been in for over a decade.
His eyes shot open and a second later he sat upright in his bed, his eyes jumping from shelves to the closet, to the door and the windows.
He wasn’t dead.
He reached for his throat, but he couldn’t feel any injuries though his mind was still telling him he should feel pain, he should feel a bleeding gash splitting his throat wide open Derek’s claws still deep inside his flesh. He should still feel his skin charring and bubbling below the flames, should still taste the heavy smell of his own cooked meat and blood in the air.
But there was no pain. No injuries. No fire.
Had his backup plan worked?
But why would he wake up here and not wherever his nephew had buried him? If he had been buried at all and not burnt to ashes that is.
He flinched when a sudden sound rang from his bedside table and it took him a moment to recognize the sharp staccato tones as ring tone from his old phone.
A phone that shouldn’t be in his possession anymore.
Ringing with a name that shouldn’t be possible.
Slowly he reached for the phone, staring at the illuminated screen and the dark ‘Talia’ in the middle of it, before he pressed the correct button to accept the call.
“Peter?”
(Tumblr Mobile formatted this thing in a weird way but well. Whatever. 😂)
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