#cw mild swearing

[callicocat113]

One of my fears has always (or at least, it seems that way) been this: "crossing a line I couldn’t see and ruining a relationship that mattered to me."

And I.. think that may have happened. And I can't help but beat myself up over it because it sucks. It really fucking sucks, that I was so wrapped in myself, I was so blind that I couldn't see, I couldn't read the signs---signs that normal, neurotypical people could've seen.

I like being neurodivergent. It's part of who I am, and I'm slowly learning to love myself. But it's times like these that make me wish I was a little more normal.

And maybe I'm blowing it out of proportion, and that sucks too. It sucks to be unable to trust your own mind. And I know how to fix it too because I know that the longer I stew, the more messed-up it's going to get.

How to fix it, you ask? Talk to them. That's it.

But see, that's the problem. Because I don't think they want to talk to me, and I don't think they've quite reached the stage of avoiding me, but I have the feeling that if I keep pushing, I'll push them to that stage.

And what's worse is I know that even if I do manage to schedule a talk, I'll freeze up. I'll sit there, and they'll wait, and I'll wait, and I won't be able to do it. I'll talk about something trivial---how's your spring going, got any plans? What about studying; how did your tests go? And then just like that I'll have missed my chance again.

Sometimes I wonder---why is it so hard for me to say it? It's so easy to write out. It's so easy to spin out thousands of words packed with my feelings, and yet when it comes to speaking them, I freeze and trip up and stumble over my words, and I lose thoughts, and it's an absolute train wreck.

But I have to talk. I have to, or else I'm going to suffocate.

[nando161mando]

[melonkittii]

sketch dump bc me and matt have been playing danganronpa and the hyper is fixated again. also matt isnt allowed to look at these yet.

(ids in alt)

[allgremlinart]

yeah Bruce barely appears in this game but christ when he does its so worth it 

[desultory-novice]

Why do I see Magolor using his ship to look into other timelines, to which he ends up stumbling upon the timeline where Adeleine and Noir end up fusing into that... thing and ultimately die. (Or any alternate timeline of Apologies really, they're all despressing and messed up!)

He probably turned the screen off pretty fast.

[Requiem For a Mask]

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Magolor:  "Heheheh... Kirby and friends will be SO surprised when they see these masks!" (And I'm giving them a two for one deal! Am I generous with my genius or what?)

Magolor:  "But what to do for Adeleine? No offense, but from what I've seen, she's pretty boring--...I MEAN! She's a good girl with a stable head on her shoulders!" (...No one heard me say that right??)

Magolor:  "But that makes it hard to imagine a good alternate mask for her. Maybe she gets more interesting in another timeline? Lor...? Do me a favor and search her dimensional signature for me!"

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BZZT KSSH

Adeleine:"...You're not allowed to leave, Noir." Noir:"...I don't want to leave you either..."

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Magolor:  "...Hmm? This looks different. ...I'd heard she had a brother, long, long ago. Is that what he looked like before he got turned into...?" (...You know what? I'm not ready to go there...)

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King Dedede: "Hey, I think these two are still alive...!" Waddle Dee: "But...what are they...?" Meta Knight: "They don't look like anyone else alive on this planet." "Frozen remains of an extinct species?" "But how are they the only ones who..." King Dedede: "What they are is kids in need of help, obviously!" Meta Knight: "...Well, Kirby? It's your decision." (Hey, don't go above me! I'm the king here...!) Kirby: "I say we help them!"

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Magolor:  "Ahh, yes, yes. And they get rescued! Happily ever after~! Just what I expected from Kirby and friends! ...Only difference I can see with her here is that she's not wearing that hat. Boy! Does that girl have a forehead you could park the Lor on or what? Heh he--"

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Noir:"Adeleine...!! What did you DO to her?!" Dee Child: "We didn't do anything! We just asked if...!" Dee Child 2: "The ground!! It's turning to snow...?" Adeleine: "N...No...ir..." Dee Child: "Is that...her doing...?" Noir: "Don't TOUCH HER! Stay back...!" "...Stay away...from BOTH of us...!!"

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Magolor:  "...Hmm? What's happening to...?" "O-Oh... Ohh Stars......."

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""Is ts He un rk tr sa MD oe rm ea TS he ah nT Jo ut sn tI Mg yn Hi eh at ry tr .e Iv tE He ug rn tu sl IP no MT yt Sn oa uW lI""

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Magolor:  "......Shut it off, Lor. Back out. Cancel the stream. Now."

- King Dedede: "Don'tcha hear them screamin' in there?!" Meta Knight: "...Of course I can! Which is exactly why we nee--!"

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BZZT KSHOO

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Magolor:  "................"

Magolor:  "...Boring is good, I think."

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Magolor:  "Let's stick to boring."

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Zero III's dialogue reads: "It hurts more than just my heart. It hurts in my Soul." "I want to plunge everything into the same Darkness."

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Since we're here, I just wanted to take this moment to regale how hair-pulling it is to write Zero III's dialogue!

It starts with thinking up something somewhat fitting for both siblings to say (Adeleine's dialogue always leaning towards sad or naive, Noir's always leaning towards rage or guilt) then stretching and twisting and trimming till they are the exact same number of characters, which generally means making a good guess, finally flipping Noir's backwards and painstakingly inserting each letter after Adeleine's, one by one, until I realize I was off by ONE letter and have to start the WHOLE PROCESS over again!

This happens about three times per attempt. All to come up with a dialogue quirk that NO ONE can read and that I have to spoil what they say at the bottom of the post anyway! XD

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Also, Magolor's feelings on Adeleine do not reflect my own!! I think she is a good girl (/genuine) and I apologize for writing up a bunch of timelines where awful things happen to her! (...Looking at my Marx, Magolor, DMK and others, that's kind of a theme with me, isn't it? ^^;;)

And while the sadness will continue for a while longer, I can assure you that Apologies DOES end with Adeleine, Noir, and the rest of their new family both safe and content!

[a-dog-with-different-paws]

OK IS THIS ANY GOOD?

HELP

[dandiest-doodles]

[gigraini]

My favorite OC to draw they're such a freak, so much quirked up energy

[wolfprincesszola]

The Fate of the Marked Six Chapter 1

I'm very excited for this project. I have a lot of old stories that I never published of just random things. This one is one of the books I'm actually really proud of, so I decided to revamp it and have some fun with it. I'll try to update it often. Every chapter will always have a trigger and content warning. Please look to it before reading the chapter because I'd rather your mental health be prioritized over a number on a fic. This story comes from the basis that all six sides have their own powers. Every chapter will be the perspective of one of the sides, but there is a pattern to the chapters. I hope you guys enjoy! ——————– Summary: Virgil moves into a new town and meets Roman, a ghost that he promises to help in finding the unfinished business needed to pass over. However, Roman's past seemed to be deeply muddled with trouble, an uncurable disease that has started to affect a classmate, and a certain tight-lipped valedictorian. Friendships are made and Virgil finds himself thrown into a situation far more complicated and twisted than he signed up. Hopefully, with the help of his new five friends, he can find a way to bring peace to the town once and for all.

Trigger Warnings: None

Content Warnings: Swearing, Religious Exclamations, Mild Mentions of Death

<Masterlist>

<Next> ——————–

Chapter 01

Virgil Gray wished he could say he didn’t believe in ghosts, but he was a realist. He believed the things he could only see, and for as long as he could remember, he had been able to see them.

The world was full of natural magic, everyone instilled it with it. Sometimes, the magic took form as a power, and sometimes it stayed as magic in the body. For Virgil, it became a power to see ghosts. Mediums were only about 10% of the population, and so most ghosts tried as hard as they could to find the mediums and annoy the hell out of them.

Ghosts, upon meeting Virgil, were different. Some were nice, and some were horribly mean. Either way, Virgil found ghosts annoying, especially since he wasn't one for social interactions. However, they became his only sense of company as he found the living more annoying than ghosts.

Being able to see ghosts ran in his family, and so he was taught when he was younger why ghosts existed. They were people who died, who couldn’t move onto the afterlife until they had completed their unfinished business. That business could range from making up relationships with their family to even becoming famous.

Virgil, annoyed by how many ghosts resided in the living world, swore that he would help every ghost he became friends with move onto the afterlife, because he knew that everyone deserved closure.

-+=~=+-

“Heads up!”

Virgil looked up from grabbing a box from the UHaul, only to duck again once seeing a ball fly over his head.

Standing back up, he shifted the box to become more comfortable as he put it into the house. When he got back outside, he found a group of tweenage boys glancing at the football that had just skimmed by him. They were currently being scolded by Virgil's mother, their heads down as they apologized for almost decapitating Virgil's head.

Turning towards the UHaul again, he went to grab another box only to find a teenage boy about his age sitting on the truck, smirking. Jumping, he blinked, staring at him. “What? Why are you smirking like that with me?”

“You’re new here, aren’t you, sunshine?”

Virgil rolled his eyes, “And who might you be, pretentious asshole? Get off the truck. I don’t want you dirtying the UHaul that we rented.”

“The name’s Roman. Roman Sanders.” The boy bowed.

Virgil took a good look at Roman. He was wearing a white shirt with a red and gold jacket and some brown jeans. On his head was a paper crown, nicely pinned to his head with his hair nicely groomed. Virgil practically contrasted the boy with black jeans, a black t-shirt, and the purple jacket he wore everywhere. He could practically see the number of insults running through Roman's head about how he was dressed. Virgil would be lying if he said that the same was going through his head.

Jeez, Roman was going to be an annoying little prick, wasn't he?

“Uh huh…” Virgil drawled, grabbing a box, “Still haven’t answered my question.”

“Looks to me like you’re a medium.” Roman hummed as he jumped onto the UHaul with Virgil, going to face him.

Virgil rolled his eyes, “Hey, if you’re going to annoy me, can you at least help me move in?”

“Sorry, no can do, emo nightmare.” Roman snickered.

Virgil sighed, placing the box to his side, “And why is that?”

“I think you forgot to ask one little thing about me.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow before he heard his father.

“Who are you talking to, Virge?”

Virgil turned towards his father, who he knew was the only one in his family to not have the medium powers and blinked before turning back to Roman.

“You’re a ghost.” Virgil groaned as he stared at Roman.

“Right you are.” Roman clicked his tongue, winking at him, “Virgil's a pretty name. Just like you.”

“No chance.” Virgil glared at Roman before he handed his father the last box on the truck and answered his father's question, “Just a really annoying ghost.”

“Ah, you always say that.” His father snorted, “Maybe he’ll be your new friend. You had a lot of those in Costas.”

“Yeah well, I’m trying to turn a new leaf and not look like I’m insane, Dad.” Virgil snorted as he jumped down the truck to bring the last few boxes in with his family.

“Oh come on! You’re handsome, I’m handsome, we’d make a good pair!” Roman yelled.

Virgil ignored Roman as he walked into the house, not paying attention to what the ghost had to say.

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It was evening when Virgil had finally gotten his closet unpacked and put into the correct places. Granted, he didn't have many possessions, especially in terms of clothes, in the first place. Upon turning around, he sighed in content and accomplishment, taking out his headphones.

“Finally!”

He yelped at the voice, turning around to see Roman sitting on the chair lavishly. Of course.

“I thought you’d never take them off.” Roman gave Virgil a loopy grin.

“What are you doing here?” Virgil yelled, “How long were you watching me?”

“Only about half an hour.” Roman shrugged, “You’re the first medium that I’ve come across ever since I died. What’s your full name? How old are you? What’s your favorite color? Do you have any hobbies? What-“

“Jesus fucking Christ, shut up and slow down.” Virgil groaned, trying to calm his heart. Roman did just that, closing his mouth and looking at Virgil expectantly.

“My name is Virgil Gray, I am 17, my favorite color is purple, and I like to draw. How old were you when you died?” Virgil answered all his questions calmly, knowing that many new ghosts become a little excited upon seeing a medium.

“I’m 17 too, and I died almost 3 months ago.”

For a fairly new ghost, Roman seemed to be more knowledgeable than most. Most were unable to gauge time or even what happened until they came across a medium. It seemed that Roman knew enough that he wasn't completely clueless.

“Do you mind me asking what happened?”

“Ah, car accident. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and some drunk driver swerved and killed me.”

“Jeez, that’s brutal. Sorry you had to deal with that.”

“I’m glad it was a quick death, at least.” Roman shrugged before going back to his energetic and cheerful personality, “Well, no matter…how’s being a medium like?”

“Well…there’s this super annoying ghost that continues to bug me.” Virgil joked.

“Ha ha, very funny.” Roman stuck his tongue out.

“What power did you have?”

“Teleportation. It was really handy for school.”

“And yet you still died in a car accident.” Virgil remarked as he collapsed the empty boxes that used to hold his clothes.

“Ouch, too far.” Roman acted wounded, “I enjoyed the freedom of driving, even if I could teleport everywhere. You know…it still works in the afterlife. I tried it when I first died. I met a lot of ghosts, and they told me the same thing. I apparently can’t move on…”

“Yeah, until you find your unfinished business and complete it.” Virgil remarked. “Do you have any idea what it might be?”

Roman shrugged, “I keep thinking about it, and I really don’t know.”

Then, Virgil realized that even if he always pretended like ghosts were an annoyance to him, his heart would always be 10 times too big for him to keep in. He knew how it felt to not have anyone to depend on or to have anyone to help him. He never wanted anyone else to feel like that, not even a ghost, who always felt alone. So he said something that he knew he would regret later.

“I’ll help you.”

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me. I’ll help you find your unfinished business and then I’ll help you finish it.”

“Really?”

“You seem like a good person, and I know you’re probably not going to ever leave me alone, so I might as well help you to get you to not be so annoying all the time.”

Roman snorted, and Virgil watched as his eyes crinkled. Virgil knew that behind that cheerful demeanor, Roman hadn’t genuinely smiled in a long time. He was glad he could make the royally-dramatic boy genuinely smile, and then he knew he wanted to help Roman smile like that more. ——————– If you enjoyed this, please consider reblogging! Reblogging helps me a lot and it's just two clicks of a button (trust me, likes don't do anything to help me). Check out my masterlist for more, feel free to request any writings, and stick around if you want to see the rest of what I have in store for this! :)

[slugass]

the new Save Our Souls anime is getting me excited for new my son content again bc clock master is confirmed so my son’s probably gonna be there too so there’s my excuse for more slightly crappy my son art with pretty colors

CW BELOW CUT: ABLEISM, SWEARING, BRIGHT-ISH COLORS

Myson from Greg show and the horrors of “if you’re not a perfectly omniscient being who knows literally everything ever you are an !d!ot and bad” logic

when the autistic kid gets bitter bc someone told him he’s “stoopid lol” for being autistic and not picking up on *that barnacle boy sulfur vision meme from 2019* THE JOKE WITH NO TONE INDICATOR

oh yeah it’s also new years eve here we gO

also color overlays mmmmmmmmmmmmmm

[chadchadsonthesnail]

I am at my job and the coffee brewer was ANGRY and was BEEPING and it was like a signal blocker to my brain I couldn't think it was driving me INSANE the fucking BEEPING it was audible THROUGHOUT THE STORE and I HATED IT and I told my coworkers and it went on for 5 minutes at least before one of them turned the coffee machine off

[shythalia]

I'm all for Let'sPlayers getting creative with their video titles but PLEASE add the games' names in your titles. And if you've made more than 1 video of it, PLEASE put a Part 1 & so on there. Of course, it's great if it has a playlist but they don't often make playlists for the shorter series. Also doesn't help when the videos don't have the game's name but the playlist does so you have to fucking search every playlist to find out which is in which. Why are some of them not doing this basic shit anymore?? Please organize.

[wherefancytakesme]

Some old sketches of how I picture drunk Gyro. I also picture that past a certain point he can get miserable and turn into a crybaby, lol.

[chaoticbuggybitchboy]

Okay so I just wrote an entire decent paragraph and accidentally deleted it so so sorry if my tone here comes off extra pissy but I’m a little extra pissy now.

It does make me very upsetti spaghetti to see things comparing the typical expectations of a skinny woman in media to what a real life skinny woman looks like, and I agree that all the fat phobia and everything and body shaming and whatnot is bad in so many ways but. It really does not feel good to see “fake unrealistic body type” and have it be me in a push-up bra. I think a lot of the time people forget that super skinny ultra thin people really do exist and I DO NOT INTEND TO UNDERMINE OR DIMINISH THE VERY REAL HARM THAT IS DONE TO FAT PEOPLE but. I’ve grown up my whole life being super thin and delicate and skinny and very much conventionally attractive (assuming I ever presented with main stream femininity) to a very extreme degree. I really do simply look like that, and so often when I try to find body positivity it’s all at the expense of people like me, because “real people don’t look like that unless they’re sick” and it’s just really fuckin shitty guys.

Also like health shouldn’t have any affect on whether you see a person as valuable because that’s pretty ableist actually but that’s another post another day.

[terfs and other assorted assholes are not welcome here. This post was made by a disabled trans masculine nonbinary person. I will hunt you for sport] [anyone else is encouraged to reblog as long as you’re nice because, as noted, I’m a lil upsetti spaghetti about this]

[stinkywormynoob]

Some gameplay footage I edited

[littlejuicebox]

You'll stay still, won't you, little love?

Pairing: Spawn Astarion x F!Reader/Tav

Summary/Setting: Sometime in the beginning of Act 3; you and Astarion are exploring intimacy/sex

Rating/Warnings: M+ / 18+ only please/ Smut with little to no plot / Light BDSM / Soft Dom Astarion vibes / Some mild in game spoilers / PiV / CW / fingering / teasing and overstim if you squint / not beta read or edited too much

Word Count: 2.2K

A/N: I'm a degenerate, idk what else to tell you guys. I’m shocked this came out of my brain, but here we are. Enjoy or be totally flabbergasted or avoid it entirely I don’t know about you all but I simultaneously want to do all three. 💀

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You suspected Astarion enjoyed exploring intimacy with you, perhaps more than he thought he would. The first few weeks after his confession at Moonrise Towers resulted in a rather chaste arrangement between the two of you. Days were filled with stolen pecks and occasional hand holding between missions; nights were spent mostly cuddling half-naked or sometimes simply making out.

When a situation became particularly heated, he would always break away, panting. The flush on his face and the thrumming of his undead heart told you he enjoyed these moments, and his erection pressing into you always became quite the distraction. 

Gods, how badly you wanted more. But you had to force yourself to pull back and allow him to take the lead, never pushing further than he was willing to give. 

For a few weeks, a bit of grinding and caressing above the waist was as far as Astarion would advance. But shortly after leaving the Shadowlands, something within the silver-haired elf changed. He’d become quite intent on exploring your body almost every night, putting his masterful fingers and tongue to work, almost desperate to watch you come undone.

“You don’t have to, Astarion,” You pant one evening, after a few weeks of nearly daily interactions quite similar to this one. The rogue was working his nimble fingers inside the edge of your small clothes, aiming to delve into your already soaking folds. The bulge of his cock, barely covered by his own underwear, pressed against your rear as he slowly rocked his hips into you.

“I know, my love,” He murmurs, removing his mouth from where it had been tenderly suckling your neck. The vampire licks along the fresh love bite, eliciting a little whimper of pleasure from you. And then he smirks as his fingers find the already engorged bundle of nerves between your legs, causing you to instinctively buck toward him with a whine, “But I want to. I quite like the pretty little sounds you make for me, you know.” 

He continues his ministrations for a few moments, reveling in your desperate keens. Nothing else stroked Astarion’s ego quite like this. 

“Darling, I’d like to try something different tonight, if you don’t mind.” He purrs as his fingers change their rhythm from the languid circles over your clit to gentle, teasing strokes between your folds. The rogue’s hand dips just enough to tease your entrance with two digits before he retracts again, leaving you mewling in frustration.

You need more. He knows it. And he aimed to give you more tonight, but he couldn’t resist the opportunity to toy with you for a moment or two.

“What is it, Astarion?” You ask breathlessly, as he pauses his movements entirely. You whine again and then turn your head to look at the rogue, where he is smirking down at you, clearly enjoying the desperation he’s elicited from his lover. You are caught between his cock and his hand, slowly rolling your hips back and forth, practically begging the silver-haired elf to fuck you with his fingers. 

“I want you to come on my cock tonight.” He responds, arching his eyebrow just slightly, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes, “If that’s what you want, my sweet.” 

Your eyes widen in shock, and you swear you feel yourself grow more slick at the mere suggestion. You lick your lips, attempting to moderate your own excitement, trying to avoid making him feel obligated in any way. Astarion’s fingers have resumed their teasing movements, and the newly found wetness causes the vampire to chuckle in delight. 

“Judging by the slickness of your perfect little cunt, that certainly is what you want. Am I correct, love?” He purrs into your ear, fangs grazing against your lobe as he rolls his growing erection toward your ass once again.

“Y-yes,” You gasp, and as soon as you do, Astarion rips your underwear from your body before tossing the ruined undergarment across the tent. 

“Then you will get what you want on one condition, darling.” He continues, and you feel the engorged head of his cock stroking between your folds from behind. The sensation makes you shiver in delight; you desire nothing more than to have him buried inside you.

“What is it?” You ask, instinctively rolling your hips back against him again, moaning when his length rubs against your clit.

Astarion grabs your hip firmly, digging his nails into the side of your ass and ceasing your movements entirely. You whine and then he’s practically laughing in your ear, you can feel how entertained he is by your predicament. He places a tender kiss on your neck before he purrs, “You aren’t allowed to move one bit, sweet girl, or else I will pull out and leave you with nothing.”

You groan in dismay at this stipulation, “Astarion! I don’t- I don’t know if I can hold still.” 

“Oh but my love, the choices are simple,” He continues, his voice playfully condescending as his other hand wanders up to lightly tease a nipple, ripping another little moan from you, “You can either be filled by my cock or by my fingers. So which will it be?”

You whine as the male elf uses one hand to stimulate your breast and the other to barely plunge into your sex again.

“Your cock!” You cry, unable to contain yourself any further, “I want your cock.”

Astarion chuckles, quite content with this response. He slides his erection between your folds again, using your arousal to lubricate his length, “And you’ll stay still, won’t you, little love?”

“Yes, I won’t move,” You agree, and this earns you a delighted groan from the vampire. He reveled in the power dynamics of your coupling, and your willingness to surrender control in the bedroom.

“Good girl,” He coos, and then he’s pressing himself into the entrance of your sex. You moan as the head of his rock-hard cock stretches your cunt; there is a bit of resistance at first; it’s been several weeks since more than two fingers have been inside you, after all.

He takes you inch by inch, slowly dragging himself along your velvet walls. Before long, Astarion’s length has filled you completely, and you’re basking in the sensation of being stretched by your lover.

His breath is ragged behind you as he struggles to remain in control, almost entirely overcome with the desire to simply have his way with you. But that’s not the game tonight, he reminds himself. 

In one swift motion he’s rolled you both so that you are straddled over him, your back pressed to his chest. He uses his knees to spread your legs wide, fully opening you up for his seasoned hands to explore. His long fingers drag over your stomach and then travel down between your legs, where they easily find that sensitive nub.

“How does it feel to be sitting atop my cock, darling?” Astarion asks as he slowly, teasingly strokes his slender fingers up and down on your drenched folds. You are seeping arousal at this point, coating him with his well-deserved reward. His cock throbs at the thought.

“Wonderful,” You respond, honestly but breathlessly as you struggle to keep yourself from rolling your hips at all. Your legs are positively shaking with the effort to exert such control, and the little tremors running along your spine are urging the vampire on.

Astarion guides your own hand up to your breasts, where he urges you to tease your own nipple. He palms the flesh of the other breast in one hand as he continues to drag his nimble fingers around your throbbing bud.

You are instinctively clenching around him now, your body desperate to milk every ounce of seed from the vampire. Astarion himself is shaking with the amount of restraint it’s taking him to not lift his hips and fuck up into your warmth. 

You cannot restrain yourself any longer, your hips buck and you’re instantly rewarded with the delicious sensation of Astarion’s length running against your walls. But then a sharp, stinging smack singes the side of your ass, and a shocked gasp escapes your lips.

“What did I say, darling? Be a good girl and hold still. Try that again and I will pull out.” The rogue warns while speeding up his efforts on your clit.

You sharply pinch your own nipple, trying desperately to keep yourself from moving any more. But gods, how badly you want to. You’re so close. Your walls are clenching tighter and tighter, and the sensation is causing Astarion to grunt in response. He’s trying just as desperately to hold back as you quiver around him, tempting him to do the exact opposite.

His hips buck just once before he regains control and stills himself, but gods the walls of your tight pussy wrapped around him felt divine. The sharp thrust made you moan loudly in delight, and your entire body was shivering from the self-control you were using to hold still. He felt you standing on the precipice of pleasure, so close to the edge. You just needed a little push to fall into a world of ecstasy, and that, he could provide.

“Let go, little love. Come for me,” He whispers hoarsely, and the command sends you tumbling over the edge. You feel the wave crashing over you, rippling through your sex and up to your spine. You clasp your hand over your mouth as you whine, signaling your release.

You are mid-orgasm when Astarion roughly grabs both sides of your hips and hisses, “Fuck it.” 

And then he’s thrusting upwards, repeatedly burying himself inside you, intent on fucking you through the second half of your orgasm. You cry out in pleasure as the vampire moans into the side of your neck, continuing to piston himself into you as he chases his own release.

Once again, his fingers find their way to your over-sensitive clit and he’s working at it frantically, in the practiced motion he knows to be your favorite. You keen and try to clamp your legs shut; the sensation is almost too much. But Astarion growls and forces your legs open with his knees as he quickly brings you to the edge of another orgasm.

Your lover is panting with exertion as he holds back his own release. Through gritted teeth he urges you on, using the hand not playing with your clit to grab your hip and slam you down to meet his thrusts.

“One more, darling. You can do one more, can’t you? Let go, I’ve got you.” He coaxes, his voice near breathless but filled with gravel.

“Oh, fuck!” Is all you can respond as the second orgasm rips through you, stronger than the first. You’re seeing stars as your pussy throbs around Astarion’s shaft, rewarding his efforts with a deliciously tight grip and another gush of your delectable juices. The high-pitched, uninhibited whine that escapes you while you’re drowning in ecstasy is music to the rogue’s ears.

As your greedy cunt clenches around him again during that second wave of pleasure, Astarion emits a strangled moan of his own.

He buries his face in your neck as he soon struggles to buck forward, shakily dragging his sensitive, swollen length in and out of your walls just a few more times before he buries himself balls-deep. Thick ropes of his spend shoot up into your warmth as he groans, consumed by his own euphoria behind you. His cock continues to pulse for a few moments longer, urged on by the relentless spasming of your sex around him.

Both of you are heaving and shaking slightly once he finally relaxes his legs. You’re still laying atop him as he slowly roams his hands over your body, idly stroking your curves in soft, soothing motions.

“I thought you said we couldn’t move,” You finally say, voice completely hoarse from the cries of ecstasy you uttered moments ago.

“I said you couldn’t move, darling. I didn’t say anything about me.” The vampire responds with a self-satisfied smirk as he playfully nips at your earlobe, “Are you truly complaining that I did all the work?”

“No,” You respond, finally pulling yourself off of the vampire, releasing the slick combination of your respective arousals as it drips between the two of you. “But at some point I’d like it to be me making all that effort to bring pleasure to you.” 

He pulls you down beside him with a little hum. You pull the blanket over the two of you. No other words are exchanged as you drift to sleep, thoroughly exhausted by the events of the day and this satisfying but unexpected evening. Astarion watches you sleep, and for the first time he allows himself to acknowledge that he might also like to let you have a bit of control in the bedroom… perhaps next time.