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Until You: Chapter 18 WIP

When your cock aches as much as your heart. 😔

Slip Away Today chapter dropping in a bit!

I apologize for the angst, unless...

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With Stars to Fill My Dream (7) - From Now Our Merge is Eternal

I'm releasing chapter 7 early!!!! ❤

Please have my girl in her new hard af fit, about to be traumatized next chapter. Lets goooooooo.

I'm setting up Ofelia's and Astarion's relationship, just the bones, it's so hard to write these two idiots sometimes. Forgive any grammatical errors I really tried to proofread this a billion times first. :")

Thank you guys!

Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.

Word Count: 8,238

Opening below the cut!

Sparks of red and gold flash behind his eyes as Astarion sits against a tree, the breath that fills his lungs and pushes outward again makes him feel almost alive. Every scent feels more powerful- even his sight is sharper. He can see the individual feathers of a hawk circling above, looking for its next meal.

He’s chosen a view of the sunrise today, and whether it's his freshly sated appetite or something else, it looks more beautiful this morning than ever before. Granted he hadn't had the chance to see it before these last few days in as long as he can remember, but still… Ofelia’s blood has made him feel like himself again. Maybe more than he has since he’s been dead.

No flush colors his cheeks when he thinks of their union- he does regret the intimate nature of the bite, but even knowing its troublesome side effects, he’d have done it all again just the same, perhaps aside from not properly asking her first.

She’d been so willing, and that fact wasn’t lost on him. Why? He can’t fathom it. No matter how hard he pours over her every word and subtle expression, he doesn’t know why she’d said yes. Stupidity? Curiosity? Some strange notion of compassion? Pity?

He grits his teeth, though he can’t find it in himself to stay irritated. He can’t stop thinking about the taste, the warmth in his skin now, all of it. How can he secure this strange partnership between them? She isn’t like his usual marks. She’s intelligent but stupid. Kind, but petty. Soft, yet tough. She doesn’t seem to be receptive to his more flirtatious remarks, but perhaps he isn’t trying the right kind. All he’d had to do before was bat his lashes and flatter his prey, but with her it’s different. Her keen eyes search for something deeper- a connection.

The kind she looks for isn’t something he has. Mutual trust? Banish the thought. He’d sooner flee their odd little group of misfits than confess to Ofelia a genuine emotion of his. Or thought. She’d find some use for it, no doubt- keep it stowed away for her benefit someday. She’s just enough of a wildcard that if he yields a sliver of control to her, she may see the opening and go for his throat. He’s smarter than that.

Perhaps he’ll manufacture lies for her? Pretty ones? She’s young and impressionable- perhaps she’ll be swayed by them. He can feed her some truth, just enough to gain her trust, and perhaps secure future feedings and a warm bedroll. Astarion’s nothing if not a master of deception- the scores of victims trailing behind him speak for themselves. He’ll resort to the one thing he knows best- luring with his looks to keep her hooked so he can stay fed and safe while he figures out how to remove his old master from the equation.

After that’s through, he’ll be rid of her and the parasite.

He ignores the odd little twinge in the back of his mind- likely the worm. When he stands, his limbs stretch, and his muscles flex, the breeze coming off the river balmy and carrying the promise of another hot day. He’ll go find her and thank her, see if he can begin this dance he’s set out before himself.

And hide her marks from the rest of their companions…

last six sentences

hello I am alive!!!! I've had a rough go of things lately but I am DETERMINED to pull myself back together and get back to having fun instead of worrying about dumb adult things.

thank you @elinorbard for tagging me! this was a perfect little challenge to get me back into gear. thank you to everyone else who has tagged me the past few weeks in things as well, I appreciate all of you! I'll catch up, just...slowly, haha.

please enjoy these super happy 6 sentences from chapter 8 of to eden, which is in the editing process which means it is ALMOST DONE, and if life is nice to me will be out this weekend ✨

With one last sigh she walks through the flap of her tent, letting it flutter shut behind her as she steps inside the familiar surroundings. It smells like it always does, the same scent of jasmine and honey still hanging in the air, and not a one of her few possessions is out of place—however few of them she has.  But as she drops the corset on the ground, she can’t help but feel that something is missing. Hands come up to cover her face as she presses the heel of her palms into her eyes with a vain hope to rid her mind of such thoughts however there’s no comfort to be found as shapes swirl on the back of her eyelids. If she had any sense at all, she would quit while she was still ahead and could leave somewhat unscathed. Instead, she’ll pull herself back together bit by bit just in time to face the darkness of the morning in this wretched place and pretend everything is just fine, all the while knowing deep down that she will happily keep making the same mistake over and over again and relish it every single time.

I am unsure of who all was tagged in this, sooo I'll tag @khywren @xxnashiraxx @ladyduellist @inkymoonbunny @eraserspiral @roguishcat @kalmiaphlox but no pressure friends, and I'm sorry if any of you have already been tagged!

Sunday Snippet!

Thank you to the lovely people who have tagged me in snippets/WIPs lately: @verbenaa, @xxnashiraxx, and @ladyduellist. Apologies if anyone else has tagged me and I missed it! I just got back from vacation and may have missed a bunch of things.

So... Bhaal-induced sex pollen/breeding kink, anyone? This concept sunk its claws into me, even though this was not at all what I planned to write next. So here's some Ta'av/Enver (AO3 series here), pre-tadpole (!), circa 1490 DR, Bhaal-induced sex pollen/breeding kink.

She focused on him and inhaled deeply, straightening her spine. His own gaze darkened as he looked at her. She was his ally, his partner, his lover. His fellow Chosen, his Bhaalspawn. His. Still, Enver watched warily as she moved towards him. He took one look at her eyes and clicked his tongue in a scolding manner. Her golden irises were nearly eclipsed by the dark expanse of her pupils. "Ta'av, darling," he began with an edge to his voice, "what could possibly be so urgent as to interrupt my work? If you need to kill, the entire city is at your feet." “I don’t need to kill.” The tiefling stepped up to him, her attention falling to his lips, then his neck, then his chest, and she seized the lapel of his shirt. Finally, her eyes swept upwards to meet his. “I need you.” “As delighted as I am to hear it, I am busy,” he said flatly. He folded the edges of her cloak back and over her shoulders, intent on preventing his clothes from getting wet. She wore a dark purple robe over her typical black leather armor, and he frowned momentarily; she rarely wore her clergy robes outside of the temple. “Now, be a dear, and go kill something,” he added. "No,” Ta’av said vehemently. "I need you, now." She pressed herself against him and rolled her hips into his for emphasis. One of her hands flattened against his chest, and her touch was hot against his skin. Her other hand drifted down to tug impatiently at the top of his trousers. Enver raised his eyebrows, regarding her coolly even as heat rushed to his groin. The way she licked her lips and bucked against him made the prospect tempting. Still, the essential tasks and moving pieces of their great plan were ever multiplying. He needed to maintain an iron grip on each and every variable. No variable was as unpredictable or vexing as the enchanting creature currently writhing against him. "You'll have to wait your turn, my dear. I'm afraid your desires cannot take precedence today." He felt her nimble fingers beginning to undo the laces of his trousers, and he caught her wrist. With a sardonic smile, he maneuvered her hand to rest against the apex of her legs, his larger hand pressing hers into her leather leggings. "I have the utmost faith in your ability to entertain yourself." Ta’av was shaking her head before he finished speaking. "No. No. That's not enough; it has to be you," she insisted. She managed to slip her hand out of his grasp, and Enver inhaled sharply as she grinded down against his hand. 

Throwing it back to @verbenaa, @xxnashiraxx, and @ladyduellist because it's been a while since I was tagged, and also @defira85, @bakuliwrites, and @aliasknives if you want to play! xoxo