Fic Wip - Tumblr Posts

the urge between over explaining and spoiling my entire fic plot on tumblr.com versus just actually writing it and posting it on ao3

Have come to the realization there are no fics where Ayrobot and Pomme meet. Not happy about this

working again on this one wip i wrote back when we didnt know if aypierre was himself or just ayrobot in disguise

posting a paragraph from a few different qsmp fics I'm writing that should be posted this week

So I’ve had this little plot bunny that’s been nagging at me about a Bang Chan college au fic where the reader has been in like really bad relationships in the past so she’s kind of put off getting with another man until she meets Chris at a party and he starts slowly worming his way into her heart and gaining her trust by being his usual gentleman self, and I guess my question is would any of y’all actually be interested in reading it?👀 It’s been so long since I’ve actually sat down and wrote a multi chapter story but I’d be willing to give it a go again if you guys would genuinely be interested in reading it

Thank you for the tag, @verbenaa ! ❤️❤️

“Isn’t that my copy of The Starving Championships?” Gale narrows his eyes at Astarion, and the elf flicks a satisfied smirk up at him. “And if it is?” “Then I’d have to insist that you ask first before rifling through my things!” “Pish, posh. You’d finished it already.” “That’s beside the point-!” Gale suddenly clutches his chest and groans in pain, dropping the ladle into the glowing embers. Purple light flares from the tattoo Astarion had seen on his chest, following the winding line to his left eye before receding into a faint pulse. “Gale? Are you alright?” Shadowheart asks, kneeling beside him. He doesn’t reply at first, all of them waiting with bated breath, before he starts to breathe again and slowly sits up straight. “I… have a condition. I’d been hoping to confess the details when all were present, but it seems I no longer possess the luxury of waiting.” He goes into great detail, explaining the orb, Mystra, all of it. By the time it’s over, most of them are concerned or wary of him, except Karlach who brings over a pair of boots. “I could… grill them if that makes them taste better?” Gale blinks at her, and Astarion erupts into a fit of laughter, clutching at his sides. The wizard glares at him, thanking Karlach and assuring her he doesn’t need to eat the actual boots before pressing a hand to his chest to absorb the essence from the enchanted item. Magic flows into his hand, and Astarion wipes the tears from his eyes as he watches.

They're getting up to shenanigans 😁

wip wednesday~

thank you to the lovely @kalmiaphlox for tagging me over the weekend and to the talented @elinorbard for tagging me today to post a little something!! I'm dreadfully behind on writing since I've been visiting family and have had basically zero alone time to even think (let alone get much writing done), but I did manage to work some on a little scene from an upcoming chapter of to eden 😮‍💨!

“Hush now and stop complaining, you little minx.” Astarion looks down at Rin from her seat on his bedroll, slight amusement flickering to life in his gaze at the sight of her indignity. “How do you want to do it then, darling?” “Diner’s choice.” Rin rolls her eyes as she gives him a saccharine smile, eyelashes fluttering mockingly as he scoffs in response. “Always such a little sweetheart, aren’t you?” With measured steps, Astarion moves to take his place behind her, settling himself with an admirable grace as his familiar cologne fills the air around her.  He moves the tiniest bit closer, lowering his head to her neck as he breathes her in, though whether it is the scent of the blood that pounds in her veins or the scent of her, she isn’t sure. “Is this alright?”

no pressure tags (and sorry if you all have already been tagged as well!) ✨💖 @khywren @ladyduellist @inkymoonbunny @bardic-inspo @preciouslittlebhaalbae @xxnashiraxx

WIP Wednesday-Thursday!!

Thanks for the tag, @verbenaa!! ❤️❤️

I am having a fun little time exploring the Goblin Camp! Please pray for my mental fortitude as I try to get through all 3 leaders! 🥲

Her vision grows hazy, the bear towering over her, roaring into the corridors with ravenous fury. The world tilts as it charges past her, headlong into the goblin beast masters, tearing them to shreds. She winces at the sound of flesh ripping off bone, sinew, and tendon crushed beneath massive paws. “Ofelia, move!” Shadowheart brandishes her shield in front of the two of them, a nasty cut showering her face in a ruddy crimson. Ofelia pushes the cage door off her ankle, wincing and hopping into a standing position as the two of them hobble over to the left stair. The others are defending from above, Lae’zel cutting through the wargs that break out of their pen. The bear charges past her, finishing off the last creature with a savage bite to the neck that leaves it whining before going limp on the stone. Ofelia stops them, watching as the bear turns to meet her gaze. A chill of unease runs down her spine, stiffening her frame as it approaches. “Watch out!” Shadowheart holds out her mace and Ofelia lowers the other woman’s arm, calming her as she takes one stumbling step to meet the large animal halfway. “Halsin?”

Everyone has been tagged!!! 😊😊

WIP/Snippet Sunday

Thank you for tagging me, @khywren!!

I hope you all are ready- I will post the first two chapters of my long-awaited (mostly by myself), self-indulgent isekai BG3 multi-chapter fanfic!!! Here's a snippet of chapter 2 as I go over it with a fine-toothed comb before it gets published on AO3!

Chapter 2: Know Me, Broken By My Master Pain is the first acquaintance Astarion meets upon waking. He opens his eyes to the broken visor of the pod he’d been trapped in, leaving him exposed to the outside air. The following emotion he feels is fear- the sun's rays dapple the ground just feet away, too close for comfort. He withdraws within himself, pressing against the back of his small prison as he works to remember what happened. He’d been… on the way to Cazador’s palace, about to come back empty-handed. He’d known the weight of what that meant for him as he dragged his feet over the filthy cobblestone street, wishing to linger long enough for sunrise to burn him away. Compelled forward against his desire for oblivion, he’d anticipated punishment, numb to the repercussions as his ruby eyes blazed in the night. Hunger had torn at him for days, perhaps even weeks. The rats had started to get scarce, and he’d risked his excursion on the scent of a pathetic-looking bird he’d found with a broken wing, its blood staining the dirt beneath it. It had led to another, and he’d ravenously consumed what little they had until his head was clear enough to string together a coherent thought. He’d assumed he’d have enough time, that he’d be able to scout a victim to drag to their doom, but he had been mistaken. The hunger had addled his mind and he’d taken a wrong turn, ending up deeper into the lower city than he’d liked. As he’d turned a corner, he heard the screams and looked up in time to see a large black mass careening towards him, unable to react before it collided. Instead, he’d gone under and woken up in some other place entirely. One that vaguely tickled the corners of his mind, however still escaped his knowledge. Once he’d seen the mind flayer, he’d settled on death, almost content. But it had not been the end. He’d seen something strange, even, upon waking...

I'm very excited to share! All I know is that it'll be posted within the next four hours, so please look out for it!

I know it's only been a few days since I tagged you all, but if you feel like sharing more tidbits, please do! @preciouslittlebhaalbae @elinorbard @verbenaa @ladyduellist @inkymoonbunny @bhaalsdeepbat @justabiteofspite

WIP Whenever!!! 🖤

Thank you for tagging me, @verbenaa!! Your snippet was AMAZING 😍🥵

Please have a little WIP of my most recent chapter, quite a few thousand words down the line from Chapter 2!

She kisses his wrist, running her fingers down his abdomen before stopping where his shirt is tucked into his pants. Astarion angles his body to give her better access and she gently shuffles it off of him, letting it flutter to the ground before he presses them together and once again draws their mouths against each other. He sighs when her chest touches his, her quiet gasp stealing his unneeded breath as she shifts her hips and dissolves in his arms. Before she’d been almost timid, and now he generates a heat in her that paints her in near desperation as he fights not to be completely swept up by it. He cradles her generous chest in his hands, relishing in the soft whimpers that pass into his mouth as his thumbs stroke over pert flesh. He drifts down to kiss her neck and for a moment he considers sinking his fangs in, but decides against it. He’s surprised to smell the sharp bouquet of vanilla and licorice root and when he looks up, blood pools on her lower lip. Something akin to a wave of pleasure jolts through him- a surprise outside of his control. She’d… bitten it herself? A second ticks by, another, and he crashes their lips together, powerless to resist the feeling of bliss that coats his tongue and spurs his hands to tear the rest of her clothes off. The movement throws them off balance and they collapse to the ground, her thighs pinning his legs together. Their lips don’t stop, and he itches to remove his trousers with the promise of sweet heat straddling his hips, the fabric stifling. Her lip has stopped bleeding, but the flavor remains, and with deft fingers, he goes to undo the front of his pants. Her hands stop him and as she peers down at him through her thick curtain of hair, she peels them down and off along with his underthings before sinking between his legs. “What are you…?” He trails off as she sweeps her curled locks aside, wetting her lips with a swipe of her tongue. With a pleading look in her eyes, he props himself up on one elbow, lost in his realization that he should be the one in control, he should be delivering a pleasure so intense that she’ll never want anything else. The blood from their kiss dulls his mind with foreign lust and he can’t bring himself to protest as a low groan tears from his throat when her hot mouth envelops him whole.

Tagging you all cause I can't get enough of your writing! 💖 (Sorry if you've been double-tagged!)

@preciouslittlebhaalbae @inkymoonbunny @khywren @ladyduellist @elinorbard @sashitf @bhaalsdeepbat @justabiteofspite

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!

5k and counting 👀👀

“Darling… I can’t have you afraid of me. That’s not how this night is going to go.” His soft voice makes her shiver and she’s lulled by the sound of it. She raises her head slightly, gaze growing heavier the longer he stares at her.

“How this night is going to go…?” She echoes, slow, the end shaped like a question. His tail swishes back and forth before the spade tip caresses up her calf. With him finally touching her, she gasps, the softest glance magnified like it was earlier. She shudders, pressing her thighs more tightly together, shaking her head, but her body eventually wins out.

“The terms, dear…” He murmurs, leaning forward again. Her skin is feverish when his tail draws away and he crawls over her again. She shrinks back, lying against her pillows, his thighs caging her in as his hands settle on either side of her head.

“Uh…” She stammers, trying to get a coherent thought through. He’s so close she can see the pores of his face and the soft ridges on his horns. She finds herself wanting to caress them, the thought causing her cheeks to burn. “Terms… right. The spell is making me… making my body act like this?” She whispers cautiously and he nods, encouraging her to continue. “It made these… weird tattoos show up on my skin… and you can control them?” He nods again, eyes twinkling in amusement. Her nostrils flare in irritation, but she keeps going, realization finally dawning as she approaches the conclusion.

“I… this lust… oh my god…” He tuts, smirking with satisfaction.

“You finally understand?” The growl in his voice makes her eyes flutter shut. With the answer flaring brightly behind her lids, her body opens up in a way it hadn’t before. Her thighs spread until they’re pushing against his knees, her breath leaving her in a rush. She clenches around nothing, thinking about the shape of him under the loincloth and when her eyes snap open again he laughs, deep and sugared.

“You want my body?” She asks through gritted teeth, the slip hanging over her stomach becoming itchy and unbearable. His lashes fall halfway and when his forked tongue darts across his lower lip she whimpers in response.

“Usually you call an incubus because you need relief, but… your scent is maddening and I've barely even touched you…” He purrs, lips dropping down to her jaw.

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!

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!

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for tagging me, @inkymoonbunny !!

Here's a WIP for Chapter 5 of With Stars to Fill My Dream, coming out this coming Sunday 8/11!

Visions of smiles, of tears, of sitting and writing and singing and strumming fill his mind. He sees her happy again in the presence of a different boy- skin and hair and eyes to match hers. They dance in gaudy, flashy outfits amid a crowd of similarly dressed people, all regalia and loud music. It’s unlike anything he’s ever heard, the musicians dressed in black and trimmed with gold, wide hats covering their heads as violins and accordions orchestrate the pretty swirls of Ofelia’s dress. Her smile is brighter than the sun. The next scene snaps into view, devoid of all the life and merriment of the previous one. She stands in black, above a hole in the ground, rain from a gray sky pelting her scalp. Her eyes are empty and rimmed in red. No trace of her former self left.

I know it's small, I'm sorry, but I gotta keep the rest under wraps!

Tagging everyone again- don't feel pressured, I'm just obsessed with you all ❤️

@ladyduellist @preciouslittlebhaalbae @sashitf @verbenaa @elinorbard @khywren

WIP Wednesday Friday Cause I Can

Hey Everyone!

I'm currently in another state waiting for my flight much later today, but I couldn't help the stroke of inspiration I had yesterday, and decided to write a FARRRRRR off future smut scene- with some fluff mixed in- in my fic between Ofelia and Astarion. Like sooooo far- I don't know why I'm torturing myself this way, but well... 🤷🏻‍♀️

Anywho, thank you all that tagged me (I think most recent was @verbenaa or @elinorbard , love you two ❤️)

Please enjoy this lengthy thing, it'll likely change a little bit and expand once this chapter does come out, but that's far away!

He presses her into the dirt, hands gripping her hips so hard she's afraid they'll leave bruises. The pain is dull, distant- inconsequential in the presence of their mixed pleasure. The way he moves makes her vision spin until the heavens above look like a whirlpool of bright, trailing lights.

He maintains eye contact as he pistons into her, her back arching off the hard ground as he drags her closer and closer- her walls fluttering and her clit pulsing in time to each thrust. It’s so good… so good that she can’t keep his name off her tongue as her eyes shut and she twists and bucks into him like a feral animal, lost in his touch and rapidly spinning out of control. He pushes her closer until the fingers of his right hand slip between her wet folds and circle her bundle of nerves, her body exploding in sensation and fire.

Her orgasm snaps like a whip- faster than she can blink. She's tumbling over the edge, mouth falling open around a wordless cry as he cradles her in his arms, scattering kisses over her collarbones to calm her shivering and twitching body.

It takes a moment to regain her composure- no more than a few seconds, she's sure- but it feels like forever when she finally focuses on him again. His gaze is soft, so unlike anything she's ever seen, and she immediately startles out of the daze, afraid he's withdrawn again.

"Are you okay?" She whispers frantically, rising to her elbows as he stills inside her. She suppresses any sounds, not wanting to make this worse if he's suddenly no longer a willing participant.

"I'm fine, darling." He presses his smile against the side of her head, leaving a soft peck on her cheek. She loses a bit of her balance when she moves her hands until they're gripping either side of his jaw, peering up at him with concern and fear. She doesn't want to put him through this again, gods she knew it was too soon for him to make this decision. She's so selfish for agreeing, so selfish and fucking horrible-

"Mmm!" She whimpers when he whips his head up to capture her mouth in a kiss. It's bruising, demanding and hot and she stays quiet when he knicks her lip with his fang, drawing blood that pools in both their mouths.

"Everything is fine, Ofelia." He murmurs between kisses, sweeping his tongue inside to swallow more before suckling at the cut. "I'm here. I'm here, and I love you, and I want to finish inside you. Gods... you're so tight..." She shudders and whimpers at his voice, at his filthy words. She clenches around him, and his answering groan sounds ragged and desperate. "Please,"

She pulls back to peer up at him, searching for lies- deceit. His tadpole reaches for hers in his heated gaze, and when they tangle, she feels his sincerity so severe that it makes her shiver.

"Okay," She nods, pulling him back in for another kiss. He resumes his thrusts, swelling so fully inside her that she's starting to slip again. She can't keep her voice quiet, his name pouring from her mouth as easily as the little "I love you"'s mixed in-between. She loves him... loves him so much it makes her entire body ache - wanting him closer even as he's buried fully inside, dragging over her walls in a way that transcends any feeling that ever came before it.

She's melting away, her mind going fuzzy and dark around the edges. His face is like a vision- sweat making his hair cling to his forehead, lower lip anchored beneath his fangs, smeared scarlet. His eyes, gods, his eyes... The red is eclipsed by his black pupils, staring into her hungrily, just like when he feeds and she leans forward to kiss him again, nibbling at his lower lip and wordlessly begging him to bite her as her tongue glides over one fang. She feels it unsheath, barely having to do anything to encourage him as rough hands grip her chin and waist to sink his teeth into the corner of her mouth.

She cries out softly, trembling beneath his harsher treatment, clenching around him until he’s groaning into the bite. He’s taking from her, and the usual tingle of pleasure spreads from the top of her head to her toes until a second climax dawns on the horizon, his cock throbbing and growing warm inside her. It’s overwhelming feeling him turn hot this way, his tongue laving over the place he’d bitten her as his hands find her thighs and he lifts her legs up, above, until her ankles rest around his shoulders and his hands prop him up at either side of her head. At this angle, he fills her so completely that she’s thrashing and wailing his name, arms locking around his neck as he slowly pulls out before pounding back inside.

“Astarion!” She cries, holding tight, her heels digging into his back as he groans and kisses and bites at her neck and chest. One hand finds her breast and kneads at it softly, a stark comparison to the way he pummels into her wet cunt, the traces of venom from his fangs leaving her delirious and scattered. She zeroes in on a drop of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth and as she watches it trail down his chin, the web holding her in place begins to fray, torn asunder when the crimson fluid drips onto her lips.

A bolt of electricity shoots down her spine, her hips lifting off the ground as he pounds harder, every muscle and piece of flesh honed in on coming inside her. She loses track of his gaze as stars burst behind her eyelids, his deep voice gravelly with want as he calls her name and soothes over her twitching thighs.

“So good… coming on my cock… twice…” She’s blinking tears from her eyes as his hips stutter, tadpole breaking through the haze of her second orgasm to tip his feelings and emotions into her mind. She can feel him getting close, feels the twitch in his cock and the sudden swell like they’re one in the same and the sensation makes her body contract around him again, offering the bliss he’s been so madly seeking.

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If you saw typos, NO YOU DIDN'T THEY’RE GONE NOW

WIP Wednesday/Snippet Someday

A big HUGE thank you to everyone who's been tagging me in stuff while I've been out on vacation!!! I'm finally back, and I have so much to catch up on! (I'll be trying to post every single one of those tag games and asks as soon as possible!)

Please have a snippet of Chapter 7, going up this Sunday 9/8!!! I know some have been looking forward to it (you have no idea how over the moon that makes me!!!)

Anywho, please enjoy this hefty offering!

“His rules were absolute- it’s why I can't turn you into a vampire, Ofelia. I’m only a spawn- I’ve no freedom or thoughts of my own. I was nothing but a slave, forced to survive on vermin and hide from the sun. To enact his twisted will on the city without any say- he had total control of me and my siblings, I was on a leash at all times,” He barks a laugh, her eyes wide and her voice dead in her throat. “Then I was abducted and this is the best thing that’s ever happened to me- I can’t feel him constantly choking me, constantly watching me. This parasite may have stolen you all away from whatever lovely lives you’ve been living, but for me…” His voice is strong and deep, her chest caving in as she listens. “It’s the best thing that's happened to me since I died.”

She sits silently for a while, her mind a cyclone of emotion. Pity, compassion, sadness. All of it swirls around inside until they lock eyes again. He doesn’t look receptive to a tearful hug or anything of that sort, but she mouths the I’m sorry that’s been echoing in her skull since his pained confession. His jaw clenches and he nods sharply before looking away again, her tongue heavy in her mouth.

“You just have to ask me, and I’ll give.” She says, twisting her fingers around. That look of surprise is on his face again, in his eyes. It fills her with some kind of purpose- she’s not been able to do much in combat here, or really offer their party that much… but at least she can do this. At least she can give someone a hand. At least this way she can be useful.

“Why? Why do you offer so freely? What’s in it for you?” She stills at his words, the razor edge of wariness making her chest ache. Oh distrust, the ever flighty bird she’d once grown accustomed to.

“Nothing’s really in it for me, Astarion. I’d just like to help… I can tell you don’t really care for pity. So let me help in a way you’ll at least appreciate.” She doesn’t look up to meet his eyes. It feels strange somehow, like the things she’s saying are something to be bashful about. She’d do this for anyone. She’d bend over backwards for anyone. She’s just like that.

“You won’t try to suffocate me with embraces and heartfelt words?”

“Can’t promise the latter- space I accept. But you’ll have to put up with me caring.” When she looks up, his head is cocked as he appraises her curiously. His lips twist in discomfort at her mention of “caring”, but otherwise he doesn’t look angry. “If you want to keep drinking from me, you’ll just have to put up with the compassion. Got it?”

“I… suppose.” He grinds out through his teeth, fangs flashing in the sunlight. They’re smaller when he isn’t trying to bite her, just barely peeking out from below his upper lip when he speaks. When he’s about to drink, they’re long- an inch or two, if she’s right.

“Have your eyes always been red?” She asks after some time has passed, mind lingering on some of the finer details.

“No… that’ll be another symptom of vampirism.” He mumbles, and she turns to look at him lazily again.

“What color were they before?” His brow furrows and he looks genuinely lost- almost adrift. It’s replaced by a grim look of anger just as fast as she can blink.

“I don’t remember. I don’t remember a lot of things, actually…” She wants to say something, but he’s so closed off. She can tell he’s barely allowing this bit of conversation between them, and she doesn’t want to press… but she did tell him he’d have to endure a bit of her tender understanding, and what better time to pester him than now?

“I think the red looks really nice,” She says, watching his face stray into awe before settling on confusion. “And the fangs- they look good too. The paleness. It kind of suits you and all that… you’re not going to stop me, are you?” He smirks, lips lifting over one fang, and she can’t tell if he’d always done that or if he’d been hiding it before his identity had been revealed to her. Or if he’s only showing them off because of what she’d just said. Everything feels like a churning ocean in her gut and she doesn’t like the way staring at him twists up her insides and makes her sound stupid. Well. Stupider than usual.

“Do go on, not enough people mention my good looks.”

“Oh, I’m sure you haven’t heard a compliment in ages. Let me pull out all the stops for you.”

“I’m listening,” He analyzes his nails.

“Snobby.” He snickers. “Pretentious.” He grins. “Ungrateful.”

“Now I’m insulted, I came and thanked you, didn’t I?”

“Not since last night.”

“You need another reminder? Greedy.” They’ve leaned in close, so close she can see every pore on his face. She stiffens and pulls back, hiding the warble in her voice with a light cough as she’s sure her cheeks paint her in an embarrassing scarlet.

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Pre-WIP Wednesday

I'm slamming my fist down on my desk and gifting you all a snippet from the next chapter- I am not fucking around with this one, it's time for the yearning to begin. 💗

“Well!” She slaps his upper arm with enough force to make him jump, plastering a bright smile over her face. “What else are friends for?” She slips out from under him while he’s still surprised, gleefully prancing over to a patch of flowers when she spots them- bright white daisies, shining like salvation from beneath a scraggly tree. Her mama’s old wildflower book comes to mind like a saving grace, and for some reason, the section on flowers and their meanings floats back through her memories. “Here.” She scoops some up and presses them into his hands, earning another confused look. “What are these for?” He analyzes the petals as if they’ll speak up and she smiles, feeling her anxiety leech down into the earth. “They’re symbolic- and I’m really impressed that they’re growing here.” Her heart finally starts to slow back into a normal pace, fingers resting over the stems of the ones that he cradles in his palms. “They’re meant to convey friendship and trust when they’re given to another person.” She carefully closes his hands around them, the soft smile of nostalgia covering her mouth. “Stuff like that meant a lot to my parents- my first parents. And it means a lot to me, too. Even if it’s kind of silly.” He holds them up, closer to his face, before flashing her an oddly strained expression. He looks like he’s trying to make sense of her, and perhaps he is. She’d slammed the brakes and veered into a completely different direction than where he’d been taking them, but if she let him keep going she would have made a proper fool out of herself and that’s not a show she’d like to put on right now. Or ever. “Uh… thank you. Darling. I think.” She watches him lift a stem to his collar before tucking one of the flowers into the neckline. It looks pretty with his hair and she feels her cheeks flush again, moreover bashful that she’s considering him pretty in the first place. “Here,” He echoes her, stepping forward. She flushes harder, letting him tuck a stem behind her ear as he chases the wavy lock to her neck. His palm lingers over it for a moment, a vague longing passing over his eyes before he meets hers and pays her a charming smile. His hand falls back to his side, and her skin tingles beneath the collar of her armor, yearning for the contact, yet embarrassed for wanting it all the same. “Thanks,” She clears her throat, hearing their companions beginning to crest the ridge. Dread falls heavily over her mind as she meets his eyes, a rock sitting in her stomach. It’s too much to think about right now. But he doesn’t seem to notice, and she exhales the breath she’d been holding when they finally turn to meet them.  Everything’s… just fine.

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Friday Snippet/WIP Whenever

I like it when he's a creepy undead creature ❤🦇🩸

Felt like updating again! I'm now working on Chapter 11- on a roll!

WARNING: Just a bit bloody?

She does the only thing she can think of to shut him up and slashes down the center of her forearm, wincing from the pain as a river of red gushes from the cut and runs down her angled arm into her palm. “Nice warning,” He mutters, nostrils flared and eyes that pretty, bright crimson. His fangs are digging into his lower lip and he looks like he’s fighting an invisible battle as he tilts the cup and lets her dangle her hand over it. Drip. Drop. He paints a vivid picture of the undead- menacing and frozen. The uncanny pale of his skin and the way his chest remains still, free of breath, makes the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. There’s a soft wheezing noise and she’s drawn back to the way his pupils unnaturally fluctuate, jaw shifting back and forth unconsciously. “Astarion… are you breathing?” He startles and looks up at her, gasping around an inhale as it creaks through his hollow lungs. “I wasn’t… can’t, really… it smells too strong.” She nods, pitying his state, as her blood slowly starts to fill the chalice. A bright idea flashes through her mind, too fast to catch up to logical thinking, and she quickly anchors the razor between her teeth before breathing deeply and swiping the sharp edge against her thumb. He watches intently, every muscle taught, but she squeezes the flesh until blood seeps out of the cut. “Open up,” He obeys, lips parting as scarlet fluid starts to weep from the wound and drip onto his tongue. A full-body shiver runs down his limbs, his dark lashes fluttering shut over his cheeks. Hers burn at the way he swallows, his hands trembling and his chest finally beginning to rise and fall. His free one comes up, presses her thumb to his mouth, and gently licks until the bleeding stops. It lights some kind of forbidden, hungry feeling inside her, and she makes a muffled whine of frustration before he brings the cup to his lips and drinks.

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Friday Snippet/WIP Whenever

I like it when he's a creepy undead creature ❤🦇🩸

Felt like updating again! I'm now working on Chapter 11- on a roll!

WARNING: Just a bit bloody?

She does the only thing she can think of to shut him up and slashes down the center of her forearm, wincing from the pain as a river of red gushes from the cut and runs down her angled arm into her palm. “Nice warning,” He mutters, nostrils flared and eyes that pretty, bright crimson. His fangs are digging into his lower lip and he looks like he’s fighting an invisible battle as he tilts the cup and lets her dangle her hand over it. Drip. Drop. He paints a vivid picture of the undead- menacing and frozen. The uncanny pale of his skin and the way his chest remains still, free of breath, makes the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. There’s a soft wheezing noise and she’s drawn back to the way his pupils unnaturally fluctuate, jaw shifting back and forth unconsciously. “Astarion… are you breathing?” He startles and looks up at her, gasping around an inhale as it creaks through his hollow lungs. “I wasn’t… can’t, really… it smells too strong.” She nods, pitying his state, as her blood slowly starts to fill the chalice. A bright idea flashes through her mind, too fast to catch up to logical thinking, and she quickly anchors the razor between her teeth before breathing deeply and swiping the sharp edge against her thumb. He watches intently, every muscle taught, but she squeezes the flesh until blood seeps out of the cut. “Open up,” He obeys, lips parting as scarlet fluid starts to weep from the wound and drip onto his tongue. A full-body shiver runs down his limbs, his dark lashes fluttering shut over his cheeks. Hers burn at the way he swallows, his hands trembling and his chest finally beginning to rise and fall. His free one comes up, presses her thumb to his mouth, and gently licks until the bleeding stops. It lights some kind of forbidden, hungry feeling inside her, and she makes a muffled whine of frustration before he brings the cup to his lips and drinks.

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WIP Whenever!

Hehe, thank you for tagging me @verbenaa 🖤🖤 I've got so much in store, some kinktober stuff (yes, the infamous incubus fic that has been in the works since July) but have some Chapter 12 dance stuff!!! Because I have really pretty art to share with that chapter and I'm so excited since the person who made it for me put so much beauty and hard work into it!

His companions dance, embers stretching up to the stars. He watches, listens, hears the words wash over him, and feels the drum resonate in his chest, the lyrics lighting over his subconscious. When she’s exhausted, her body radiating heat, sweat clinging to her skin in a glossy glow, he stares brazenly. She walks over to him, her cheeks flushed red, her hands raising to settle on his shoulders. He thanks the ithbank Wyll had passed around for her warm eyes as she rests against his chest, arms wrapping around his neck while a soft melody, unlike the one before, billows around them. Unsure what else to do, he settles his hands on her hips, swaying slightly as she sighs. “Thanks for carrying me back.” She murmurs into his chest and he snickers softly, knowing someone would have told her. “You’re very welcome.” She laughs this time, pulling away to look into his eyes. Her gaze distracts him, not noticing Shadowheart slow-dancing with Wyll while Gale casts a copy of himself for Karlach to twirl. Lae’zel is sitting on the ground, a half-empty bottle in her hand, looking satisfied and surprisingly content. He wants to ask about their talk in the windmill, about her reluctance but lets the questions die on his tongue as she smiles at him. He wants to pull her in close, maybe work some kind of magic to entice her into a kiss, but she doesn’t seem to need it. On her own, she moves closer and he closes his eyes, waiting for her soft lips to touch his, but it never comes. Instead, she leaves a featherlight peck on his cheek, gentle, before resting her head against his shoulder. He looks at her hair, and the pink tips of her ears, at a loss for words as the music takes them the rest of the way through the evening.

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Kinktober Teaser (1) Incubus Astarion

I know this has been on some minds since I started working on it in July, but guess what??? It's coming out Saturday!!

I wanna do five of these prompts this month-1 a week- since I made the impromptu decision to join in, and also because I need to practice my smut for my long fic!! And be depraved! ❤️🩸

Please enjoy the naughty stuff under the cut!

“Astarion!” She sobs, her nerves exploding at every end. There’s an entire night sky sprawled out before her closed eyelids as he fucks her through her climax, every sound he makes sending shockwaves through her after the initial crest and fall. When she finally looks at him, his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are nearly black, his cock twitching inside her.

“So… tight…” He mumbles, hands resting over her hips as his thrusts become more erratic. He’s pulsing, growing hotter, filling her more until she feels like she’s going to shatter around him, dragging against the spot inside that leaves her breathless and panting for more and she’s afraid it’ll never be enough. He rests a hand over the bulge in her stomach, over the shape of him, and the pressure makes her gush around his twitching cock.

“Please…” She whimpers, vision hazy around the edges. She isn’t sure what she’s begging for, but he seems to understand. He presses a kiss to her lips as her pounding heart fills the empty space of the room, hands coming up to scratch at his back and cry his name, his cock pulsing and-

Hot and warm, he spills inside her with a strangled cry.