Welcome To My Pervert Brain.

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Chapter 16: Only for a Moment

🍧 weirdest place you've written? 👀👀👀

I could imagine outside, in a meadow but I don't know if it qualifies as weird 😂

Also 🐥🐥🐥🐥

weirdest place i've written is at work. i'm a nurse irl. so literally on my break between patients, i'm writing AA suckin and fuckin and then going back out like "so how are you feeling now?" lmao.

thank you for in the inspo!!! <33

barely breathing

He's just so...so precious

@verbenaa!!!! Thank you for tagging me!!! ❤ Please have my idiot MC trying to pretend she doesn't want to kiss the vampire!

“Tell me you want me to kiss you.” She bites back a whimper, trying to turn her face away, but forgets his hands and the sound escapes when he holds her there, eyes fluttering open to stare up at him. “I… don’t…” She struggles to get out, heart slamming into her rib cage. He shakes his head, thumbs circling her skin slowly. “I said no lies,” She gulps, weighing everything as time seems to stop around them.  What he’d said in the windmill still tears at her, but his tenderness at the river… his arms during the dance, his kiss on her forehead… God, everything feels so complicated, twisted in a maze that she can’t navigate. She needs his lips like she needs breathing, every part of her aching to indulge and end her pining, to satisfy the burning desire that takes hold of her thoughts every waking minute. It’s so painful… pretending not to like him, pretending that she doesn’t want to press their mouths together and let him devour her, to end the vicious punishment she keeps putting herself through. It’s like stepping through broken glass, and it’s every bit as shitty as you’d imagine. Yet… if she does, does he even know what it means to her? Does he even want her past satisfying a night of pleasure? If she ignores all her doubts and leans in now, she’ll need to decide if she’s okay with that, and if she’s not… if she wants more… she’ll need to figure out whether or not she wants to stay in Faerun or find a way home. There’s no getting around it. She’s smitten with him, and the thought of returning to Earth without him makes her feel like a hollowed-out shell. But that’s… a whole other can of worms. “I…” She bites her cheek, breathing ragged. His pink ears stir her already fast pulse, and his lips look so perfect and flushed- invitingly soft… She swallows again to lubricate her throat, inhaling sharply as the decision makes itself and she shoves all the rest of it down. “I need you to.”

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can you all believe I ACTUALLY MANAGED TO POST THIS ON WEDNESDAY???? me either, but here we are 🥹 thank you to @khywren for tagging me, you're the bestttttt ✨

have a little snippet of chapter 7 from to eden, which I might be able to swing posting this weekend?? maybe???? idk but it's coming along and close to being done!

The tightness in her chest doesn’t go away inside the warmth of the Last Light Inn but it loosens the smallest bit in the hustle and bustle of it all, no longer strangling around her insides as a candlelit glow washes over them and the Harpers mill about on all sides. The goblet of wine she hold in her hand doesn’t hurt, either.  Jaheira—the one and only fabled hero of many a tale—looks at her from across the wide table, the strange upwards tick of her lips and carefully blank look in her eyes nothing but suspicious. Rin takes a delicate sniff of the goblet in her hand, smelling a slight medicinal bitterness that doesn’t quite belong swirling amongst the red liquid. “Jaheira, I have to ask. Did you poison my wine?” “This vintage is over a century old. I’m sure a few drops of truth serum won’t affect the taste. Much.” The druid’s smile widens as she regards Rin with an appraising look, eyes narrowing as she waits to see her next move.  “Well, in that case, even more reason to drink.” Rin takes a dainty sip of the burgundy liquid, eyebrows raised pointedly towards the other woman as she swallows down the wine, the taste of it just a touch too bitter as she refrains from grimacing at the acidity. “Have you poisoned many people or am I one of the first? It’s an honor, either way.” She doesn’t see but hears Astarion sputter behind her, face contorted into what she can only imagine as an expression of pure disbelief, positively aghast at her impulsivity as he scoffs. With a shrug, she downs the rest of the goblet, an aggravated noise escaping from Astarion where he stands behind her. “Still better than what the tieflings gave us back at the Grove.”

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