Annnnnd 8k! I'm Getting Closer! This Is DEFINITELY Going Under The Cut!

Annnnnd 8k! 🖤 I'm getting closer! This is DEFINITELY going under the cut! 😁

“I see I’m going to have to do all the sweet-talking, pet.” She shudders as one of his hands brushes along her trembling stomach muscles, down to her thigh, before guiding her underwear down and off. She barely registers his comment as she swallows around the saliva flooding her mouth, the urge to taste so intense that it feels like it’s written on her bones. “I… I want you here.” She mumbles, fingers tracing her face, and he laughs. “You want to see… if you can take me… in your pretty mouth…?” He whispers, thumb brushing over her lower lip. She nods, lips parting to suck him in as her body trembles in reaction to his words. His jaw tightens as he watches, her tongue swirling around his warm skin. She hums when his cock twitches, softly bumping her stomach as a quiet sound vibrates in his chest. He watches her a moment more, eyes burning, before he shifts to the side and drags her off the bed, onto the floor. She sits obediently on her knees, closing her eyes as his fingers thread into her hair. His touch is soft, and her cheeks burn as she realizes what he’s doing. He gathers the strands at the back of her head before tugging gently- just the way she likes.  She sighs, opening her eyes to shamelessly stare at him, yearning to lick the pearl of glistening pre-cum off his flushed tip. She flicks her eyes up to his and the desire she sees there lights a fire in her belly that spurs her forward, hands resting over his hips as she sets her sights and dives in. Astarion hisses when she kisses the base of him, bathing him in her attention and affectionate nips. Her thighs shiver as she continues her trail of teasing, his grip on her scalp growing tighter. She flashes him a soft smile before kissing down the weighty length of him, lips parting when she pulls away to watch him leak a silvery strand down to her breasts. She swallows a breathy sound before eagerly lapping it up, her ears ringing from the sharp inhale and throaty groan he gives her as she sucks his swollen tip inside. He fills her entire mouth before she can draw him in further and her cunt clenches with jealousy imagining him pushing inside, on her back, a bruising grip on her hips… Her fantasies play behind her closed lids as she hollows her cheeks and relaxes her jaw to swallow more, moaning lightly as he nudges the back of her throat. Tears form in her eyes as she blinks up at him, her hips restless as he tugs on her hair and pulls out of her mouth before slowly thrusting inside. “Hells…” He whispers, her mind slowly melting the longer he fucks her mouth. Her entire body aches for him, for this pleasure- she squirms and whimpers, letting him guide the pace. He’s considerate of her adjustment period until a glimmering sweat breaks out on his chest and her eyes track a drop as it follows the curve of his pelvic bone. When it meets his shaft a switch flips and she abandons all rational thought for the need to please. She struggles to take him fully, but every time he rocks his hips in and her lips meet his hips he grunts- a gravelly, greedy thing that stokes the heat in her belly until she’s whimpering. He’s making a mess out of her, and she increases the pace until he’s slipping in and out, smearing spit and slick over her chin and down until it drips over her chest. She holds her breasts aloft, thumbs swirling the fluid over her pebbled flesh as waves of pleasure shiver through her.

WIP Whenever/Wednesday!

Okay, so I'm late to Wednesday, but whatever!

I wanted to share something I'm working on while I'm working on my long fic With Stars to Fill My Dream- since the smut is far off, I have been enabled into indulging in an Astarion Incubus one-shot by my lovely friends, and I've been marinating it for the last couple days. All inspired by this beautiful art by @poofroom

It's going to take some heavy lifting on my part, so it will definitely not be a couple-day endeavor since it's currently sitting at 3,987 words and we've barely passed the summoning. That being said, it'll be a long one-shot in an AU of my fic's universe where Ofelia accidentally summons a... you guessed it, incubus! And it's Astarion!

Please enjoy some of this as a teaser since I'm raking myself over the coals trying to make it my best smut work! XOXO 🖤 (Putting it beneath the cut so I don't go to horny jail 🖤)

The curtain flutters away, revealing the silhouette of a man. Except it isn’t a man… As the light illuminates the hard cut of his torso, bat-like wings stretch and unfurl on either side of him, wicked horns curling up and over his silver hair. Red irises glow in the night, trained on her face, a tail swishing behind him. She doesn’t breathe, doesn’t move- her heart pounds, but her body reacts in a way she hadn’t expected. Her skin breaks out in the same feverish sweat that she’d felt before crawling into bed, her stomach aching and her breathing coming in short pants. She chances a glance in the full body mirror across the room, her cheeks flushing red at the uselessness of her night dress. The marks that had started at her neck circle her wrists and close around her thighs like bands. “Am I dreaming?” She asks softly, unable to resist the pull she feels towards him. He takes a step and she tenses, eyes admiring his broad shoulders, ornamental silver bracers covering each forearm. Most of his body is bare, save for the thin piece of satiny fabric and gilded chains covering his hips. Her eyes trace the trail of hair that disappears beneath, down until her breath chokes out of her. Her thighs press together at the hard outline beneath the loincloth, her imagination filling in the gaps- thick, straining, throbbing. Her mouth floods with saliva and she swallows thickly as the steady pulse from earlier begs for attention, her shame dissolving as his crimson gaze flows down over her exposed breasts. The sudden urge to touch him fills her mind until it’s all she can think about, even as he opens his mouth to expose sharp canines. “I’m afraid not.” His voice, smooth and velvety, covers her body like honey- sticky sweet. She shivers as he takes another step, so close now that she can see the sharp tips of his ears beneath his hair. His lips curl into a fiendish grin and she shakes her head, wanting him closer, god, she can’t take the distance anymore. Her mind roars with a desire hotter than anything she’d ever felt- wanting more than anything she’s ever wanted before. It drowns the real her out, save for a single line of curiosity. “What are you?”

I'm specifically tagging you three first because you're enablers, but I'm tagging the rest, no pressure! 🖤 @preciouslittlebhaalbae @inkymoonbunny @verbenaa @ladyduellist @khywren @bhaalsdeepbat @elinorbard

And if I didn't tag you, know that I love you and I'm the world's most forgetful person!

Breaking news! Fic author starts writing a fic thinking it will be short and it turns out to be long! It is not the first time nor will it be the last!

we're going down

it's just Astarion going down on you. that's all this is. bye.

Rating: E Paring: Astarion/reader (you) Word Count: >1k Content: 18+ cunnilingus, baby

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Your love is in a giving mood tonight and you aren't complaining.

It began with him sitting himself behind you, running his fingers through your hair. Teasing out knots, smoothing the flyaways, the simple pleasure of playing with this part of you. His nails scratch lightly, soothingly over your scalp.

When he leans in to kiss your neck, you don't think much of it. He's not looking to feed -- you're well-accustomed to the nips and whispered asks that precede a bite at this point. No, he's content to press his lips along the length of your neck, starting behind your ear and working his way toward your shoulder. When he reaches the place where neck and shoulder meet, one of your personal favorite spots, the kiss goes heated -- parted lips and soft tongue, followed by a gentle suck that leaves you humming in question.

His mouth goes back to your ear and he whispers, "You are so sweet, my love. I'd like to taste you. May I?"

Perhaps you were wrong about him wanting to feed, after all.

With a lazy smile, you stretch your neck to one side. "Go ahead."

His laugh rumbles deep in his chest, echoing across your ribs in turn.

"I'm in the mood for..." You feel his fingers walk across your knees and then run down your inner thigh. "... something a bit headier this evening. If you're amicable."

"Oh, I'm amicable," you say, legs automatically falling wider for him.

He teases his fingers over the crease of your thigh through your light breeches with a chuckle. "Good."

In an instant, he moves to one side and catches you before you fall backward, hand behind your neck as he lowers you to the ground. He keeps his face inches from yours as you go, gazing at you with open adoration and no small amount of lust. Once you're flat on your back, he rolls his mouth over yours in a tender kiss, his sharp inhale and light moan against your lips enough to send a thrill of arousal from mouth to heart to cunt.

Astarion spreads his hand over the side of your face as he kisses you, as if you're a precious thing, and runs the tip of his tongue along the seam of your lips. You open up for him gladly, allowing his tongue to brush against yours again and again.

When his lips move to your jaw, you sigh from the loss, though you know greater pleasures are in store. Sure enough, his mouth follows the column of your throat down to the dip of your shirt, trailing kisses. Against your belly, you feel his skilled fingers run up over your skin underneath your clothes, pushing it higher so he can move his affections to the split between your ribs, the line of your abdomen, the dip of your navel.

His mouth leaves heat like molten gold in its wake and you arch, trying to get even closer as a pleasant ache thrums between your thighs.

He's a tease, your great love, but he also knows you, and he knows neither of you are in an especially drawn-out mood tonight. As such, he makes short work of your fastenings, pulling your breeches and smallclothes down over your hips and thighs, helping you kick them off until you can spread wide for him.

Astarion gets comfortable, laying on his stomach and gazing upon the home between your legs. You've long since abandoned any bashfulness about the way he admires your most sensitive places, his lidded ruby eyes taking in every secret. He raises his gaze to meet yours and, while you watch, he opens his mouth and sighs a warming breath over your heated core. A promise.

The first touch of his tongue always sends a thrill through you and tonight is no different. Your eyelids flutter closed and you give a quiet ah as the flat of his tongue draws slowly up the seam of you, pausing but a moment over your clit before giving it a lazy flick. A spark goes through you.

He takes his time, savoring you. There's little teasing, but also little hurry, every lick intentional and slow. He knows exactly when to change the firmness and curl of his tongue, exactly when to mix up sensation to keep you dancing on pleasure's edge.

You surrender to it, to the attention lavished on you by your pale elf, and he does not disappoint.

"Oh, dearest," you whisper. "That is heavenly."

He hums in reply, the slight tickle of vibration making you gasp and grin. He wraps a hand around your thigh and squeezes, nuzzling in closer, and from this angle you can see that he's losing himself, as well. Arse and hips working, grinding himself against the blankets beneath him as he brings you to the brink.

Your chest arches and you gasp, the circles he's working against you going faster and tighter. His lips close around your clit and he moans again, sucking and flicking the tip of his tongue against you.

And it is tension, and it is ecstasy, and it is close, so close.

"Astarion," you gasp, and then you are coming.

It's a comfortable trust fall, tilting over the edge into blissful release, your cunt pulsing again and again while warmth flushes over your skin. Astarion keeps licking at you, running his tongue over your sensitive clit until you're laughing and clenching your thighs together around his head.

At last, he taps the outside of your thigh and you release him. He's grinning like a man who's gotten away with murder, his lips swollen and pink from their activity. His smile goes softer as he rests his chin on your abdomen and gazes up at you.

"You're so beautiful like this," he says softly.

You reach down to brush a curl out of his eyes.

"So are you," you say.

in honor of bg3's birthday, i am posting some of my favourite art ive done. can you tell i like astarion?

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