#eternally yours

[chemical-killjoy]

Eternally Yours

Chris Motionless x Female Reader

Warnings: smut

Word count: 4.4k O_O

Summary: Basically a fanfic of the eternally yours music video, if the reader was the girl in the video

Author's Note: I know I have a bunch of asks, and I'm getting to them, I swear, but I finally finished this after like, 4 months... so... ta da?

It was tough watching the love of your life, your best friend, getting it on with someone you hate. But you soothed yourself with the fact that it was all for the cameras.

Motionless in White were shooting the music video for their new song 'eternally yours', and being his best friend, Chris jumped to have you on the project. You were one of the best light technicians after all... Plus it was fun to work with you. Chris wouldn't admit it, but he missed you.

And while working with Chris was always fun, having a tall, skinny, blonde model (who thought she was God's gift to the world) making out with him... it didn't exactly help your self esteem. He was perfect. So was she. Why would he ever like you? He'd never go for someone like you when he could have Chloe.

Speak of the devil, you thought, as Chloe sauntered up to you.

“Y/N, I need my skinny mocha.” She demanded.

“I do lights?” You said, frustrated and waiting for her to understand.

“And I'm needed on camera. Hurry up.” The blonde walked away before you could argue.

You rolled your eyes and mentally cursed her. Then you heard a thump and a scream.

“No! My ankle!!” Chloe was on the floor, screaming over a mildly twisted ankle and performing the tantrum of her life. “I can't do this stupid job, I deserve better!”

And that was the fastest working karma you'd ever seen... It also came back to bite you on the ass.

“What?! Me? There's no way. I am NOT that pretty, or seductive, I can't do it!” You begged.

“Come on Y/N, please. There's no one else to do it, and you look perfect for the part! Please, we need this video shot by the end of the day, you know that. Plus, there's no one I'd be more comfortable with.” Chris begged you to step in.

“I don't know.”

Chris smiled at you with pleading eyes and you knew you were done.

“Fine. But I'm going to need hair and makeup.”

You looked in the mirror. The reflection you saw, you hated. It wasn't some succubus, it was gross. You hated seeing yourself in such a small outfit. You were too insecure, what were you thinking agreeing to this?! Plus, you'd have to actually kiss Chris. While you desperately wanted to, did you really want it to all be fake? What if it makes things awkward? You were in the midst of a mental spiral when you heard and knocking on the door and a familiar voice.

“Y/N, you decent?” Chris asked.

“Um, yeah. You can come in.”

Chris slowly opened the door, and his eyes widened when he saw you. You hugged your stomach nervously.

Chris made a kind of sputtering noise before mumbling “wow”, which you weren't supposed to hear. The word make your lips turn up.

“Uh, Y/N, you look spectacular.” He said, standing next to you in the mirror, and admiring you. You looked away, blushing.

“No, I don't. You have to say that. You're my friend.”

“Friend...” Chris said softly. “No, I don't have to say that. You truly look phenomenal. Dare I say, sexy.” Chris brushed some hair over your shoulder, turning to face you. Right then, the buzzer rang, summoning you to the set.

You cleared your throat.

You were about to walk out the door when you turned back to Chris.

“Can you promise me something?”

“Anything,” he said, without missing a beat.

“This won't change our friendship right? I just don't want things to be weird.”

A voice called from down the hall, asking you to hurry up.

You walked away.

It took a bit, but after some friendly cat-calls and whistles from the crew, you had the confidence to try to be seductive. You felt a little awkward, walking around the red and blue lighting and just looking around dramatically, but you trusted the director.

Next, you got in the coffin. With David, the director, shouting orders, you got into the part and began to have fun with it, playing model. Your confidence grew and your performance got better and better, until David decided enough was enough.

“Alright, Chris, get in there.”

Suddenly the anxiety returned.

You watched Chris in his suit walk around mysteriously in the lights and tried not to allow a shiver to go through you when he looked down at your lips and removed his glove.

“Y/N, you're the woman, you're not supposed to be so hard.”

The crew chuckled and you rolled your eyes, embarrassed that your anxiety was so obvious.

“Hey, you OK with this?” Chris whispered.

“Ye-yes. Yeah. Just. Out of my comfort zone.” You replied, before raising your voice. “Any directions, boss-man?”

“Just, act like you're a complete whore. You would die to touch him, you need him like oxygen. You're excited, get a little wiggle going on, yes?”

Mentally screaming at him, you nodded your head, and looked at Chris with daggers in your eyes. He couldn't hold in the laugh. Suddenly you were both laughing so hard you nearly fell back into the coffin, and Chris nearly fell in on top of you, making you laugh so hard your eyes watered.

“Oh come on, now your make up is all crinkled, everybody, take five! Y/N, go to hair and make up, and Chris... never mind.” David trailed off, you and Chris still giggling as he helped you out of the coffin. You fumbled a little in the stilettos, but Chris held you around your waist til you got your balance.

“Let's go.”

“David was right, you know,” Chris said, words you thought you'd never hear as you walked to hair and make up.

You raised your eyebrows.

“Not like that! I mean, you just seemed super tense, stiff.” You chuckled at the innuendo. “C'mon Y/N, I'm serious. Am I doing something wrong? I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything, OK? So just tell me.”

“... I- complete honesty?”

“Always, you know that.”

“I'm scared... I'm scared that if we kiss you'll be disgusted by me or it'll change our friendship and I'll lose you. I don't want to kiss you for the first time in front of cameras and people—I mean, I don't want to kiss anyone for the first time in front of cameras—I mean, your opinion matters to me, and-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Y/N. Breathe. Yeah?” Chris said, stopping walking to grab you by the shoulders and look you in the eye with a half smile that made you melt. “Would it help if, uh,” Chris looked to the side and nervously rubbed his hands. “If we kiss now, before cameras or anything. You can tell me what you like and what you don't so I don't fuck up,” he said before adding “It'd look better on camera if we're actually enjoying it, right?”.

You bit your lip and stepped closer. Chris brushed your hair behind your head and you couldn't help but turn into his hand a bit as he did, before looking up to his dark brown eyes. He stepped in til your bodies were nearly against each other, and lent down to softly brush your lips with his. You felt your breath catch in your throat as he snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. You looped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips hard against him. The kiss was fire, and within moments you felt Chris's tongue against your lips, asking for entrance. You stood frozen in time, exploring each other as much as you dared before eventually breaking away for air.

You both stood there, entangled and breathing hard, looking away with small smiles.

“Um, so yeah, if you just do that it'll be fine.” You said, with a breathy voice and a little laugh. Chris joined in, and to your dismay, pulled away.

“Yeah, yeah definitely like that.” He said with a wink, before continuing the walk to hair and make up with his hands in his pockets. You stood still for a moment, hand to your lips, before walking fast to catch up.

You re-filmed the start of the shot after talking with Chris about what you were comfortable with (“well, we're in character, right? Just go for what feels right, and if I'm uncomfortable I'll stop you. Same goes for you.” to which Chris replied “You better let me know, I never want to hurt you.”). Chris walked up to you, and took his glove off. The look in his eye sent a shiver down your spine as you arched your back and lent across the coffin, convincing yourself you were leaning into the part and not Chris. But instead of kissing you, Chris brushed the hair from your face, and placed his head against yours, shutting his eyes. The tension was too much for you to bear as he lent down and rubbed his face against yours, kissing you without doing so, breath against your neck sparking electricity through your veins. You returned the motion, nuzzling into the man. But where Chris's hand had been around the back of your neck, he shifted his hands to be around your throat, lifting you up for better access to surprise you with a fierce, open-mouthed kiss.

It was like the man was trying to torture you. Or ruin you in the best way. You lent further into the kiss, deepening it.

“And cut! Perfect, we'll get all the kissing done at the same time to not waste the lipstick, yeah?” David said, ruining everything.

Chris helped you out of the coffin and you prayed you wouldn't slip and suffer the same fate and Chloe (not that you'd let a sprained ankle stop you now), and David guided you both to an empty area with a few blue lights around.

“OK. Now. I want you guys to make out. Just go for it. Chris, I want you to ravish her.” David directed.

At this point, you looked at Chris and just shrugged. He laughed and pulled you flush against him by the waist, both of you with cheeky grins.

“You ready to start filming?” Chris asked, an air of mischief in his voice.

Before David even said yes, Chris's lips were on yours again. It started a little sloppy and silly, but turned slower and more passionate fast, your hands cupping Chris' cheek, his arms around you only drawing you in closer, impossibly so. Chris broke the kiss and whispered in your ear.

“I'm going to do something, if you don't like it, just stop me, OK?” he spoke in a low whisper, and you didn't have to pretend to be turned on.

“I trust you.” You breathed back.

Then suddenly Chris was kissing your neck, then your chest. You arched your back to grant him better access, and stroked his neck as he sucked on the soft skin of your collarbone. It was all you could do to hold back a moan. When he pulled away and looked up at you, you could have died. Suddenly you felt too tense to kiss him again, scared you'd convey how much you need him, as Y/N, not the character in the music video. You turned your away, and then it was time to touch up your lipstick and a break before once more getting in the coffin.

You were drinking icy water and trying to calm yourself down from the growing heat and anxiety within you. You tried to compose yourself. You didn't want to be a creep, it's not exactly like he's consenting to you getting off from his acting. And that's all it was. Acting. Just... really convincing. You tried to reason with yourself and prepare yourself for the sex scene.

There was another knock on the dressing room door.

“Come in.”

Chris walked in, immaculate in his suit, but a concerned look in his dark eyes.

“What happened?”

“What do you mean?” You responded, feigning innocence.

“Did I do something wrong? I thought everything was OK. Did I cross a line? You know you can always stop me Y/N, I know you've been through shit and I don't want to ever hurt you, I'm really sor-”

“Chris, Chris, it's fine. You didn't cross a line or anything. I just. Um. Fuck,” you looked away, a blush spreading across your face. “I- Look, you did nothing wrong, OK? You did everything right. Maybe too right, if you get what I mean? I guess I just kinda froze up. But trust me, you didn't do anything wrong. You're... perfect.” You looked back up at Chris with imploring eyes, only to be met with a cocky smirk.

“Too right, huh? Man's got moves.” He laughed to himself, and you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Don't get all proud of yourself,” you said and walked past. “Show time.”

Once you two opened the coffin and climbed in, it was up to you.

“I have one direction. Make me feel something. Action!” David boomed.

You started simple, Chris climbing on top of you, but you decided to take control. You lent back and put one heeled foot on Chris's chest, pushing him down slowly. He looked up at you with such an intense lust you could have moaned from that alone. You kissed for a moment before sitting up and helping Chris to take his jacket off. His eyes never left yours, piercing into your soul. The world didn't matter; nothing was real but this moment.

The pair of you moved in time, shifting seductively as Chris whispered to you, hand in your hair.

“Would it be too far if I,” he slid his hand across your face, and you understood his gesture. When his thumb slipped into your mouth, you sucked, fully getting into it. You were determined to make him as desperate as you were. He held both sides of your face and was about to kiss you, but you wrapped your arms around his wrists and tried to pull him down. But Chris was not one to obey. He pulled his hands away and brushed some hair out of your face, before pulling you up against him. Chris scooped you up, one hand cradling your neck delicately, the other gripping your ass for stability and control. You felt immediately how badly Chris wanted this when he grinded into you. The thin fabric of your costume and his suit was not enough to conceal his arousal. You gasped and grinded back as Chris lent in for a kiss that felt like fire. He guided you down into the coffin, as you felt his tongue slip past your lips. After just a moment of kissing, Chris sat up, both of you coming up for air, and double checking consent.

But you just grabbed his shirt and pulled him down. He kissed you lips, your neck, down your chest, even kissing your thigh, then lifting your leg up to caress as he kissed you deeply and passionately, grinding occasionally and trying to control himself. After a few more kisses, you broke apart.

“Perfection! Now we just need to close the lid.” David stated.

“I'm sorry, what?” you asked.

“We're going to close the lid. Well, Chris is. Make it extra dramatic, that's the ending of the video. Two lovers in their final bed.”

Normally you'd fight this, as the idea of being shut in a coffin—even for a moment in a music video—gave you anxiety, but in your current state, the idea made a shiver go through your spine.

The last scene was shot, you snuggled into Chris as he looked up into the camera and closed the door. For just a few moments, you remained just like that. Head on Chris's shoulder and hand on his chest, his arm around you and hand on your ass. You looked up at him and though you couldn't see it, he was looking down at you too.

Chris cleared his throat and tried to find something to say.

“Wow.” He stated, eloquently. You laughed quietly, knowing the camera was still filming.

Before you could lose your nerve, you reached your hand up to find his lips. You heard Chris breathing harder as your fingers found his lips. You just started to shuffle closer when you heard a voice.

“That's a wrap for tonight guys. Everyone fuck off home, it's going to be another big day tomorrow.” David said, walking off and dismissing the crew. The crew (most of whom your were friends with) thought it would be funny to leave you both in there rather than helping you out. Which meant you had to untangle yourselves and find a way out.

Someone tapped the coffin twice.

“See you tomorrow guys!” the voice was Ricky. Then, quieter, “Don't have too much fun.” You could feel the smirk through the coffin.

“Motherfucker!” Chris yelled, and only get a distant laughter in response.

You heard nothing but Chris' heartbeat and your head rested on his chest.

For a second, you just looked up at Chris, unsure what to do. You wanted to tell him, but you were scared. You wanted to kiss him, but what if he freaked out, what if it was only for the video, and he was just another actor? But could you live with yourself if you didn't take the chance? Before you could do anything, Chris tried to pull his arm out from under you to push up on the lid of the coffin, and in doing so ended up half on top of you. Chris breathed in sharply as you felt what was most definitely not his leg pressing on yours.

“Ah, sorry, I just, uh, you know,” Chris laughed nervously before looking into your eyes, “You were too good too.” He meant to joke, but his emotions leaked out through the words.

“Trust me, if I was a man, I'd be apologising for the same thing,” you laughed, trying to ease into talking again, and letting Chris know it was all OK. “I mean, when you pulled me in and like, thrust into me? Fuck, I know you said you have moves but damn, you really have moves!” You joked—or tried to make it seem that way.

“I mean, I'm happy to show you more, if you want.” he said with a wink, leaning into it in a joking manner.

“Bold of you to assume I don't want that.” you returned. The joke slipped out, challenging him, but you weren't expecting his facade to drop as he looked at you with total sincerity.

“Y/N, I—I need to ask you something. Was this, ah, was this just for the video? Cause I could swear I felt something real, and I'm hoping it's not just because I want there to be.”

“I- Thank God I wasn't imagining it.” You smiled and pulled him in. But this wasn't like when the cameras where on you. This was soft. Hesitant. Fragile and delicate but determined to push yourself. Because you couldn't let this slip away. Him slip away. While you were aiming for just a short kiss, a peck, wordlessly checking it was OK, Chris had other ideas.

Suddenly his hands were in your hair, his lips on yours, and instead of passion, there was a soft declaration of love. Just taking time to memorize the feel of your lips. But you were both still worked up, and then the heat came in moments, the kiss like fire. As your tongues danced, Chris slid a hand down your body, stopping to squeeze your ass as he grinded into your leg. You moaned into the kiss, rocking your hips against his.

“Chris,” you moaned, as he started to grind his cock against your clothed core.

“Dammit, how do you get this thing off?” He asked, tugging at your costume, and you laughed.

“Fuck, this stupid costume, we're gonna need to get out of here to get it off... Dressing room?” You suggested.

“I don't know,” Chris said darkly, breathing against your ear. “I was looking forward to fucking you right here in this coffin.”

The statement sent a shiver down your spine. Chris didn't miss this.

“I knew you thought this was hot too,” he said, voice low and leaving a hickey on the small of your neck. Chris slid his hand down to rub against your heat, and you bucked your hips into his hand immediately.

“Fuck, you're a lot darker than I gave you credit for, kitten.” Chris' low voice forced a whimper out of you. Then he stopped. “If I go too far, stop me, OK? I don't want to hurt you... well, unless you want me to.”

“Chris, if you stop now, I will fucking murder you.”

“Can't think of a better way to go.”

“Chris!”

With that, Chris tore the fabric connecting the top and bottom of the costume, sliding your panties off at the same time. Before you could even register the destroyed costume, his thumb was rubbing circles on your clit and you cried out.

“Yes! Just there!” You moaned, and Chris slowed his pace. You were about to protest when you heard the zipper of his of his pants. You reached down and pulled his cock out of his pants, and he groaned as you pumped him slowly.

“Shit, I'm not going to last if you keep touching my like that, Y/N,” Chris moaned airily as he thrust into your hand.

“I'm only teasing you back, baby,” you smirked, letting go and kissing him harshly.

“Uh, I don't have a condom, are you OK with that?” Asked Chris, ever the gentleman.

“I'm on the pill, just fuck me, please.” The last word slipped out before you could stop yourself. As hot as this was, you knew your friend would never let you live this down.

“'Please?' Don't tell me,” Chris said, melodramatic, “you're a sub!”

“Chris, don't make me do it, don't ruin the moment.”

“I'm not ruining anything, all I'm saying is-”

“No,”

“that you have to beg.”

“I am not-” You stopped as Chris rolled on top of you, grinded his cock against your wet core, and bit the spot just below your ear, causing you to let out a high pitched whimper.

“Are you sure about that, darling?” Chris asked in a low voice.

You whimpered more as he rubbed circles on your clit with his thumb.

“Please Chris, I'm begging you, please fuck me!”

With that Chris thrust his full length into you without any warning.

You cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, the later only making the first more intense. Chris was far bigger than any other guy you'd had, both in length and width, and the stretch was perfection. You could've cum then and there when Chris hammered into you without waiting, groaning into your ear. The noises that man was making could drive you insane. Each thrust was deeper, and took you to a new level as you ran your nails down Chris's back, legs wrapping around him for more, more, more. You were in such a state that neither of you could even feel or hear the coffin jolting with each thrust. You wished you could see more of Chris, but the darkness of the coffin only heightened your other senses. Each thrust felt more powerful, as Chris hit your g spot without fail each time.

It wasn't long before you Chris stopped kissing your neck to groan into your ear, slowing his pace.

“Y/N, I'm gonna cum,” He warned, asking without words what you were comfortable with.

“Cum in me,” you said without missing a beat, and you could've sworn the man whimpered a little. “Please.”

With that, Chris returned to his brutal pace, kissing your lips like he needed you like air. He pinched your nipple, and as a gasp escaped, Chris used this to his advantage for further access. After a moment, you felt his thumb toy with your clit again, slow circles getting faster, and as you felt yourself clench around Chris, the tightness in your stomach released and you felt ecstasy as you bucked wildly, desperate to stay in this moment. Just as you started to come down from your high, Chris released into you, losing control. You couldn't help but climb higher as the man you'd die for moaned into your ear, holding your hips and just losing himself into you.

You two cooled down, breathing hard against each other, the scent of sex heavy in the coffin. Though you could hardly see it, you could feel Chris looking into your eyes. Then his hand brushed some hair from your face and he kissed you sweetly, still inside you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him lovingly. When the kiss ended, Chris slipped out, and let out a sigh.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted you, Y/N. How much I need you.” Chris's voice was soft and gentle, a stark contrast what took place mere moments ago.

“I feel like I could say the same. Chris, I-” You stopped yourself before you could say how you feel. Because even after all this, the fear remained. But Chris wasn't going to let that get in the way.

“You what?”

“I've liked you for the longest time.” You chickened out.

“Well, I've loved you for years.”

Even in the dark, you looked over at him.

“What?”

“I wrote this song for you, actually. I'm eternally yours. If you'll give me the honour of being so.”

“I love you.” Was all you could say before your lips crashed to his once more in the beautiful blackness.

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[yournecessaryevil]

Heavily proud of this, so I wanted to share with you all... 🥀😇 Some Motionless inspired tattoo work!

[feiigns]

im more than willing to rot in hell with you ☆

[h50europe]

No matter the time or place, I long to gaze upon your face and be enveloped in your warm embrace. You are the essence of my heart's desires, and I know my soul will forever be intertwined with yours. 

After waiting for centuries, my heart still aches for you, and I often fall to my knees in prayer. Despite the passing of time, my love for you has never wavered. I continue to believe you were the one who was meant for me.

I dedicate my all to you and always vow to hold you close. I pledge my heart to you, and I swear to you my soul forever. If you would only return to me, I would give everything I have to make you happy.

[raevynlady]

Eternally Yours Cross Stitch Pattern, $8

Eternally Yours Valentine's Bracelets, $10

[wickedrose8]

𝓣𝓸 𝓻𝓸𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼

𝓔𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼

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[ch4p3lofbl00d]

Eternally Yours~Ricky Olson

Y/N Pov

I'm in the pantry, looking for pasta noodles. I'm making pasta for dinner; both me and Ricky have been craving it for weeks, but I finally went to the grocery store today to get what I needed to make the pasta.

I got the noodles, sauce, cheese, and meat. I think that's everything. I put the noodles in the pot, while the meat was cooking. I heard footsteps enter the kitchen, and warm, strong arms wrap around my waist, and a soft kiss getting planted on my head.

"Hey baby" I smiled, looking my husband, Ricky's voice. "Hi love" I looked up at him, and saw him smiling at me, softly. "What you making, love?"

I poured the sauce into the meat and stirred it around, and said "pasta" I smiled as Ricky started jumping up and down like a child on Christmas or some shit.

I felt his strong arms wrap around my small figure and hug me tighter than he ever has. I never thought he would be this happy about pasta, but here we are. "I didn't realize that you loved pasta that much" I laughed, and saw him shake his head and say "I love pasta, but I love you more, Mrs. Olson. You're eternally mine until we both rot in hell"

I blushed when he said that. Whenever he called me "Mrs. Olson" it made me feel butterflies and made me blush like crazy. Ricky has this effect on me. Whenever he's around or whenever I think about him, I immediately start having uncontrollably butterflies.

Even after being married for almost two years, it still happens and I can never control it. I guess his cuteness has control over me.

I heard him chuckle at my pink tinted cheeks. I felt his lips on me once again, but this time they were in my lips. I kissed him back, and smiled into the kiss.

We both backed away after a few seconds, and I continued on making dinner with some help from Ricky.

As I was mixing the noodles with the meat sauce, I started quietly singing 'Eternally Yours'. I was hoping that Ricky wouldn't hear because I'm insecure about my singing voice, but to my luck, he did hear.

His arms once again wrapped around my waist, and his beautiful, angelic voice, whispered "so tell me your secrets, join me in pieces. To rot in this garden made of stone. Eternally yours"

We spent the rest of the night, dancing and singing to Motionless in the kitchen. After we ate our plates of pasta, we laid down on the couch, cuddling each other, watching old interviews of Motionless.

I nuzzled my face into his neck, and slowly fell asleep, laying in his arms, feing safe. Before I fell asleep, I felt Ricky's lips kiss my head, and him quietly singing "I'm willing to rot in hell with you"

Thank you so much for reading! :3 🖤🥀

[littlemourningstarr]

Only Little Deaths

Astarion knows Sekh needs to get to the Society of Brilliance's Lodge, that he's expected. But that doesn't stop him from wishing his lover would just crawl back into bed with him for the afternoon instead.

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Pairing: Astarion x Transmasc tav

Part of the Eternally Yours series!

Tags: Transmasc tav, post game, horny idiots in love, blowjobs, public sex, vaginal sex, dirty talk

Astarion watched, leaning against the wall, as Sekh stood in their living room, looking over the mess of items he’d tossed all over a small table, to pack away for his outing at the Lodge.

He was wearing his robes already, hair pulled over his shoulder in a loose ponytail. It exposed the side of his neck, and Astarion inclined his head, fascinated by every little curve of skin, the freckles that dotted his flesh, the little white scars that littered his neck now.

He could see them all, now- even from across the room. One of the many changes he’d begun to experience since the- gods, more than a year- since Cazador’s death, since the Brain. Free of his old Master, of the tadpole, and of sheer starvation, he was developing in ways he hadn’t ever dreamed.

He pressed his tongue against his fangs, as Sekh began shoving things into a satchel. Despite the robes he could make out the curve of his waist- he’d let Astarion have a bit of fun with his society robes, and tended to wear a small corset like belt, around his waist with them. It only reminded Astarion how easily it fit in his hands, how good it was to feel the muscles on the drow’s sides, his stomach, flexing beneath his hold-

“Astarion?”

Astarion blinked, realized Sekh was looking at him. He’d been so lost in his thoughts he hadn’t even realized the man had turned around. “Yes love?”

“You’re staring.”

“Am I now?” Astarion tipped his head more, let his eyes linger. He knew Sekh noticed. “Apologies pet- you’re just a bit distracting.”

Sekh laughed, such a rich sound that it made Astarion’s heart jump- affection flooding him like a liquid fire. Oh how he loved to hear his drow laugh. Sekh walked over, laid his hands flat on Astarion’s chest- so close Astarion could smell him- incense and ash, bits of earthy sweetness from all of the flora he worked with.

It made him dizzy.

“I don’t think I’m currently at my most distracting,” Sekh teased, “not exactly the most… alluring getup.”

Astarion reached for his waist, settled his hands exactly where he had wanted to. Gods, it felt too good to just hold onto him. “You’re always distracting,” Astarion countered, eyes flicking to Sekh’s lips, a silent ask.

And oh, his drow gave. Sekh closed the gap, kissed him slowly- heavy, even movements of his mouth and tongue, making Astarion swear the room was spinning. He nipped at Astarion’s lower lip, sucked it into his mouth, and the vampire mewled, pulling him in closer by his waist, grinding into him.

Sekh broke away, breathing a little gasp, as Astarion went for his jaw, his throat- nuzzled into his warm skin, kissed deeply, dragged his fangs along warm flesh. “Sweetheart,” Sekh managed, squirming so deliciously in Astarion’s hold, grinding into him in a way that was simply instinct, making Astarion ache.

Gods, when had he gotten so hard?

“I- have to… go…” Astarion pressed the tips of his fangs hard to Sekh’s skin- didn’t break skin, but had him shuddering.

“Do you?” he asked, moving to his lover’s ear. “You could just come back to bed.” Astarion’s hands moved off his waist, slipped down to cup his ass, holding him even closer. He could hear Sekh’s pulse racing- would have known even without hearing it that the drow was aroused. It was so easy to see now- he could catalog even the smallest details of his man, had over the year. He prided himself in being able to read him.

“As tempting as that is,” Sekh managed, pushing himself back from Astarion’s chest, “unfortunately we don’t have time to indulge for the next four to five hours.”

Astarion groaned, the sheer thought of spending the entire afternoon, the evening in bed with Sekh making him feel feral. And he knew it wasn’t an empty promise- they very well could fuck half the day away.

“Please?” Astarion asked, batting those pretty white lashes. Sekh laughed again, leaning in to peck his cheek.

“I want to, but I can’t right now. You know if I don’t show up then Blurg’s entire presentation on Obliviax will be a disaster.”

Astarion huffed. Never in all his years would he imagine recognizing the name of a damn Underdark moss and actually knowing at least two… maybe three facts on it. Much beyond that and he did begin to lose his train of thought.

Still, he’d listen to Sekh talk about any of it at length- if only because his eyes danced with a passionate fervor that Astarion never saw reflected in any of his other pursuits.

“Gods dammit,” Astarion mumbled, tipping his head back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. “Yes, alright, scurry off to rescue the dear intelligent and yet foolish man from embarrassment at the hands of your peers.” He released his hold on Sekh, waved a hand dramatically, expected him to pull away, to go back to packing his bag. He was most likely already late, as it were.

Yet instead, Astarion heard the rustling of fabric, and the sound of Sekh settling down. He felt hands on his hips, sliding along his pelvis- and looked down just to see his drow on his knees, looking up at him with those mismatched eyes, a wicked little smile on his face. He plucked dramatically at the lacing of Astarion’s pants with two fingers, and Astarion felt his blood rushing to his groin, to his cock which was already aching, straining beneath his clothing.

“I think,” Sekh said, the word clicking on his pretty tongue, “I can still make some time to take care of you, Starshine.” He paused, fully unlacing Astarion’s pants. “If that’s what you want.”

And, ah, there it was- always an out, if Astarion wanted. Even if he had been the one to initiate, he always had the option to say no. Sekh was so good at reminding him.

He had almost never wanted to say the word.

He managed a nod, throat feeling tight. Sekh smiled, sweetly, before he turned his gaze away, focused on freeing Astarion’s cock from the confines of his clothing. Feeling his warm hand grasp him gently, ease him into the open air- it had Astarion shivering.

Sekh stroked him once, so slow, looking pleased with how hard he was, the flush to his cock. He had more color to him, as of late- proper feedings did that, after all.  Astarion was rather good at caring for himself, now-

It helped immensely that Sekh enjoyed looking after him.

The drow placed a kiss to his cockhead- and gods above it was sweet somehow- before he opened that pretty mouth, took him in slowly. Astarion sighed, felt that familiar wet heat as Sekh sucked gently, tongue rolling along his glans, his hand stroking his shaft slowly. 

Astarion tipped his head back, eyelids fluttering as Sekh took him deeper, deeper, deeper- each slow swallow bringing him further and further into his mouth, until his cock was nestling against his throat-

And the gods were real as far as Astarion was concerned, because his drow didn’t gag. He just took like a good, eager little pup.

His hands moved to Astarion’s hips, held them gently, little groans coming from his full mouth. Astarion could only imagine how wet he’d be, already. Sekh seemed to get off more on getting Astarion off, and it drove the vampire absolutely wild.

“Good- good job, love,” Astarion managed, breaths coming quicker. His hips rocked into Sekh’s mouth, but his lover kept his rhythm steady. Gods how did he ever learn this?

Astarion grunted, felt the back of Sekh’s throat, felt his muscles quiver. The drow pulled off then, took a desperate breath, mouth a wet, pretty mess. He didn’t even look up at Astarion- he simply swallowed his cock back down, even more eager now, moving a bit faster.

Astarion reached a hand for his head, sank his fingers into his silken ginger hair. He didn’t guide Sekh’s movements- frankly, he didn’t need to- but instead pet him, affectionately. He felt Sekh shiver, heard another pleased little noise from him, and felt another wave of sheer tightening euphoria in his belly, his balls, along the base of his spine.

He never lasted long with Sekh. It should have been downright embarrassing, but it only seemed to please the drow- make him act as if Astarion was so comfortable, so taken with him that he couldn’t help himself.

He was right, on every account.

Astarion moaned his name, and Sekh fluttered his eyes open, glanced up. His pupils were large, he looked wanton- and Astarion could feel himself tipping, slowly, over the edge.

“Darling- I’m not-hells.” Astarion broke off, gasping, hips rocking, his legs beginning to feel weak. “I’m not going to last much longer.”

He didn’t need to tell Sekh- but he did anyway. There was enjoyment in admitting he felt so fucking good.

Sekh squeezed his hips, took him to his throat and held him there. Astarion trembled, little gasped yeses and noises leaving him, making him sound desperate.

Perhaps because he was.

He dug his shoulders into the wall, hips thrusting against Sekh’s hands, breaths heavy pants- and then a loud, whining groan as he felt everything burst inside him. He came against Sekh’s throat, and then over his tongue as the drow eased him from his throat slowly, so he could tease him with his tongue, making Astarion mewl.

It was only when his hips stilled as Sekh pulled back, looked up at him, all flushed, eyes big, mouth glistening. Astarion watched him swallow and felt a hot tingle race along his spine- his cock twitching, wanting more- always wanting more. Wanting to grind against Sekh until he was hard again, until he could slip inside him, feel his body clench so tightly-

Sekh gently tucked Astarion back into his pants, stood up and pulled at the lacing of his trousers tightly. “Better?” he asked, voice a bit rough. Astarion swallowed thickly, watched as Sekh reached up, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.

Astarion had wanted to lick at those soft lips, get saliva and cum and simply revel in the filthiness of it all.

“It’s a start,” Astarion purred, and Sekh laughed again, shaking his head. He leaned back in, kissed his cheek softly, and Astarion reached up, gripped his chin. “A proper kiss, darling,” he whispered, and Sekh melted into him, kisses warm and tainted with a bitter-salt.

“You’re impossible,” Sekh whispered.

“There are plenty of days where you’re just begging to drag me back to bed,” Astarion pointed out- and the smile on Sekh’s face gave away that he knew it was true. He could be just as insatiable.

Another kiss, this time quick, to Astarion’s lips, before Sekh stepped away, turning and heading for the satchel he’d packed, slinging it over his shoulder. “Later,” he offered, in a single word promise- before he blew Astarion a playful kiss, and made his way for the door.

*

The moment the sun had set and dark fell upon the city, Astarion was out the door, hurrying along the lively streets. It was a rather warm evening, and the streets were lively with the good weather- music escaping taverns, patrons already well into their cups.

There was something joyous about being able to simply… well, enjoy the city like this, now. Not having to look at each person as a potential target- not dreading what sort of horrible line he’d have to throw at someone with a playful smirk, hoping that they were drunk enough to not notice that he could barely look at them.

Days not long gone, but gone nonetheless.

Astarion pushed at the heavy wooden door of the Lodge, heard very lively voices upon entering. He thought he recognized one of them- gods, he always forgot her name, but she was very passionate about the possible causes of Gnolls’ rage. It put Astarion to sleep.

He slipped into one of the larger first floor rooms, found many of the society sitting in deep discussion, along with two faces he didn’t recognize. They weren’t wearing Society robes, and looked rather young. Visitors from a college, most likely.

Sekh glanced over, heard the single footstep Astarion allowed himself to make, and perked up quickly, eyes going bright. “Astarion!” He hopped up, ignoring that the conversation was still ongoing, and hurried over, wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug.

“Perhaps this would be a good…ah, time for a reprieve, an intermission.” Blurg stood up, and Sekh kissed Astarion’s cheek, then whispered in his ear,

“Thank you. If I heard one more word about lice I was going to re-tadpole myself.”

The vampire laughed, as Sekh pulled back, positively grinning. He was just far too handsome when he smiled.

Astarion glanced past Sekh briefly, noticed that the other society members seemed to be breaking off, mingling. He took his lover’s hand then, tangled their fingers together, and whispered “follow me”, before leading him away from the room. Sekh followed quickly, climbing the stairs with Astarion, letting the vampire lead him out onto one of the small balconies.

Astarion never would have guessed that he’d know his way around the Society of Brilliance’s Lodge so damn well- but then again, his life was nothing like what he might have once expected.

“What are you do-” Sekh cut off when Astarion pulled him in, a hand going to cup the back of his head as the vampire kissed him. Sekh melted into it, hand going to Astarion’s chest, grasping at his shirt, as Astarion backed him up against the now closed door, until he bumped against it.

“Kissing you,” Astarion murmured, in answer to the unfinished question. He pressed his mouth to Sekh’s again, slipped his tongue past his overly sweet lips- ah, he’d been snacking on that candy that Blurg made he so loved, typical- pressed at Sekh’s own tongue, got a pleased little noise from his drow.

Sekh pulled his hand from Astarion’s, settled it on his hip, squeezed gently. Astarion took it as an invitation, and eased one of his legs between Sekh’s, pushing his thigh up under Sekh’s robes, grinding against his groin. Sekh gasped into the kiss, eyes going wide, and Astarion nipped at his lip, careful not to draw blood.

“Astarion,” Sekh managed- and gods, he would never get sick of the man saying his name- ever.

“They won’t miss you for a few minutes,” the vampire drawled, dragged his mouth along Sekh’s jaw.

“They could hear us,” Sekh warned, even as he ground against Astarion’s thigh, the hand at his waist pulling at his shirt, untucking it.

“They’d be so lucky.” A nip to Sekh’s neck, a promise, and the drow was shivering, tipping his head to the side, nearly on instinct. It took all the control Astarion had not to sink his fangs into his waiting neck, feel the warmth of his very life flowing into him, hear all those little keening noises, pleased sighs, that his lover would give him.

That would have to wait.

“You’ll just have to be quiet,” Astarion offered, as he felt Sekh’s hands working at his pants now. “Can you do that, my sweet?”

Astarion pulled back, slipped his hands under Sekh’s robes, deft fingers making quick work of the buttons on his pants. Gods, maybe someday the man would stop wearing so much clothing- it would’ve been nice to just flip his robe up and fuck him like that.

Sekh offered a playful smile. “Probably not,” he admitted, “but neither can you.” Astarion couldn’t argue that- nor did he bother. He had Sekh’s pants open at this point, and slipped an eager hand in, fingers finding his clit within seconds. The drow bit his lip, shivered over the cool touch, hips bucking instantly.

Astarion tutted, rubbing the hard bud slowly beneath his finger. “Look at you, hard already. Are you wet too, precious?” He slid his fingers lower, watched Sekh’s eyelids flutter- and ah, yes, he was. Not drenched, not yet, but the arousal was there. Astarion wanted to plunge his fingers into him, but resisted, moving back to his clit.

Sekh sucked in a breath, cheeks beginning to flush. “Can’t help it,” he managed, swallowing thickly. “I can still taste you from earlier.”

Astarion groaned, dove for Sekh’s mouth. If there was a hint of salty bitterness beneath the honeyed candy flavor, Astarion couldn’t find it- but he didn’t doubt the drow. He knew how long he could taste the ghost of Sekh’s pretty cunt, every time he got his mouth on him. 

Sekh moaned into the kiss, squirming around, grinding into Astarion’s fingers. His hands grasped at the vampire’s biceps, fingers digging in through his shirt as Astarion pressed harder at his clit, released his mouth so Sekh could breathe. The drow gasped a desperate breath, and Astarion nuzzled into his neck, breathed in the scent of his skin.

He would have been quite content to get his drow off, like this. He was happy to make Sekh come in anyway possible- but oh, gods below how he wanted to be inside him. He was grateful when the drow released him, hands went to his own pants and underwear, pushing them off his hips, down his thighs.

“We- have to be quick,” Sekh breathed, and Astarion growled into his neck, pulled his hand free and gave him just enough space to bend over, Sekh desperately working one of his boots off.

“A shame,” Astarion mumbled, hands moving to his own pants, one reaching inside and cupping himself. Unable to keep still, he rocked against his palm. He freed his cock to the night air, just as Sekh straightened up, one boot abandoned, pants and underwear tangled around his other leg-

This was ridiculous. Astarion loved it. The vampire grasped at a bare thigh, beneath his robes, hoisted it up against his hip, and in a well practiced, single thrust, eased himself inside. Sekh tipped his head back, eyelids fluttering, and Astarion bowed his head, grunted in the relief of being nestled inside him again.

“Remember,” the vampire managed, voice thick in his throat, as he eased his hips back, “quiet.” He thrust forward, and Sekh’s hands went to his shoulders, held on tightly. His body was hot, felt like the perfect fire to Astarion- as it always did.

He kissed him again, unable to keep away- loving the way Sekh kissed back, how his want was palpable. How, no matter how desperate they got, there was always a loving sweetness to his kisses that made Astarion’s belly cramp up.

He hiked Sekh’s leg higher, the drow’s shoulders digging into the closed door with each thrust. Below them, they could hear the streets bustling- Astarion assumed they were out of sight enough- but if not, well, the night-goers were lucky.

He pulled back from the kiss as Sekh moaned, Astarion knowing he hit the sweetest of spots inside him. He knew exactly how to thrust to make the man melt. “Shh, shh,” he whispered, “remember what I said? Do you want your little peers to hear you falling apart?”

Sekh stared at him with burning eyes, and clenched around him, pulled him in so deep. Astarion gasped, head tipping back- and oh, the drow chuckled.

“They’ll hear you too.” Gods he’d done that on purpose, filthy little scamp. 

Astarion sucked at his own tongue, sweat beginning to bead along his spine. Sekh’s hips were rolling to meet his, the drow’s fingers going to his hair now, tangling- pulling. Astarion jerked his head back, a desperate keen leaving him, and Sekh leaned into him, laved his tongue up along where his pulse would have been.

“See? You’re just as loud as me. Hush now, love, or they’ll come running. They’ll find us and see the dashing little vampling falling to bits all because of my cunt.”

Astarion squeezed his eyes shut, swore he saw stars. Gods below Sekh shouldn’t have been able to turn every situation to his advantage. But he could, he did- and it was freeing, to let him, to enjoy it.

Astarion pushed him back, planted his hands firmly on the door, panting as he thrust with abandon into Sekh’s body. The drow’s leg curled back against his thighs, helping to pull him deeper, deeper. Astarion hovered over his mouth, heard laughter from within the Lodge.

“Have- to be… quick,” Sekh managed, one hand clutching at Astarion’s back, the other slipping between them, reaching desperately for his clit. “They’ll- expect me- back.”

Astarion thrust harder, felt Sekh tremble as he touched himself quickly. He could feel his insides tighten around him, the drow panting against his mouth, face fully flushed now. Gorgeous, in the night light of the city.

The vampire kissed him, pressed his tongue into his mouth, felt him shake. He was so close, he could tell, the thrill of being so exposed making his pleasure easy.

Astarion made a note of this- why, had he known that Sekh would enjoy the risk so much, he would’ve indulged in this far sooner.

“Come now, love,” Astarion breathed, his body tingling. He was so close himself, but gods, he would not come without Sekh. Not when there wasn’t time for him to get his fingers in him after, to eat his pretty little cunt until the man was a sobbing mess. “You can do it, can’t you? For me?”

Sekh choked, Astarion’s name on his lips, before he tossed his head back, hit it against the door and didn’t care. It only took another moment- two thrusts, a single pass of Sekh’s fingers, and the drow was trembling, panting Astarion’s name brokenly as he came.

Astarion growled, bared his fangs, body tensing over the feeling- and Sekh’s orgasm hadn’t even crested when Astarion was joining him, the growl becoming a high pitched whine as his hips jerked, seed spilling inside Sekh.

The elf leaned into him, pressed his forehead to Sekh’s, both panting. Astarion managed to swallow, and after a moment, Sekh cracked a smile. “We are not quiet,” he said, nearly laughing. Astarion grinned.

No, they definitely weren’t.

As much as Astarion wanted to enjoy a bit of the after glow, he knew a quick fuck didn’t allow for such a luxury. He’d just have to wait to get himself fully tangled around Sekh once they returned him. Instead he kissed the drow’s temple, then stepped back, fixing his pants.

Sekh stooped over, attempting to correct the ridiculous half undressing they’d given him. It was rather comical, if Astarion was honest.

“You could wear less clothing,” the vampire suggested, as Sekh rebuttoned his pants. “I mean, you’re covered enough.”

Sekh rolled his eyes, grabbed his nearly lost boot and stepped into it. He got down on a knee, began fixing the lacings. “Yes, and when I get so enthralled with my work and end up crawling around to look at samples, everyone can enjoy the view of my backside.”

“I mean, I would.”

Sekh stood up, smacking Astarion in the chest lightly. Then, in a quick motion, he grasped his shirt, jerked the vampire in a step, nearly knocking him off balance. “Sweetheart, if you want easy access to my cunt at all moments of the day, you’ll have to ask nicely.”

Astarion swallowed thickly, felt his groin throb. No, no, his lover could not tease him like this now- not when he was finally getting a bit of decorum back.

“You could kill me,” Astarion managed, and Sekh pecked his lips.

“Only little deaths, Starshine. I love you too much for anything more than that.” Sekh stepped back then, attempted to smooth down his Society robe. “Now, we’d best get back in there, before we’re missed.”

Astarion straightened his own shirt, thought to point out that Sekh’s freckled cheeks still had a mild flush to them- but oh, it didn’t matter. Besides, it was a warm night, he could blame the heat.

They stepped back into the Lodge, heading for the stairs. They were about half way down when Omeluum appeared at the base.

“Ah, there you are. Blurg requires your assistance, Sekh’met. I do believe he has concerns about his Obliviax notes.”

Sekh was off then, rushing down the stairs, past Omeluum- leaving Astarion to wonder if a man could in fact be as in love with plants as another living- er, undead- creature.

A joke, of course. But he would use it to tease the drow later.

Astarion reached the bottom of the stairs, noticed Omeluum was… looking at him. The mindflayer didn’t really have many expressions- Astarion could never tell if it meant to frown, or smile- was it even possible with the mouth beneath its tentacles?

The vampire arched a brow in silent question, and Omeluum’s tentacles seemed to twitch, almost excitedly. “I must ask- is there something more pleasing about coupling when not in one’s bedroom?”

And Astarion blushed. Oh. Oh, okay, so the Mindflayer definitely knew. Great. “Uhm- well, you see-”

Omeluum held a taloned hand up, stopping Astarion’s incoherent babble. “Collect your thoughts, we can revisit after Blurg and Sekh’met discuss the Obliviax. I am rather interested for… research purposes.”

Omeluum turned then, making its way back to the larger room Astarion had found them all in. And what research could that be, he had to wonder?

But more so- he realized Sekh and Blurg hadn’t even talked about their ridiculous memory loss moss- and gods below, he was going to have to sit through the whole discussion.

This was most definitely not the life he had ever envisioned for himself. But as he stepped back into the room, taking a seat in a rather comfortable chair, watching Sekh point excitedly within a book to Blurg, both standing, about the be the center of attention-

Well, life could have turned out far worse. Far, far worse, where he was concerned.

[itconsumesyou]

eternally yours - motionless in white // scarlet - in this moment // scarlet cross - black veil brides

[bear-draws-stuff]

i hate myself

[coralinegfx]

Eternally Yours - Motionless in White

[the-epitome-of-sin]

𝕰𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘

[the-overanalyzer]

Eternally Yours - Batman Eternal #5

A Punch To The Face Would Have Been Nicer

God, nu!Tim. I think I've missed you least of all.

To be fair, this isn't just the massive case of asshole he got hit with after the reboot. The family, such as it is, has been put through the wringer these last few years, with things like Death of the Family, Damian's death, and then most recently Dick's "death", which Tim and the others still think is real at this point. Any one of those will strain a relationship, I guess.

Eternal does do a lot to get Tim back on track, although the second volume will take a very weird detour back into the New 52 baggage. Detective Rebirth is where it really starts bringing his post-Crisis self back to the fore, although the Diet Oracle tech genius angle will stick around.

[euesworld]

"My heart is like the ocean, ever the passionate one.. waving eternally for you, my moon. My heart is like sea, nightly, rightly for whatever might be as long as it is with you.."

You are like the moon, so close.. yet so far away, beauty just out of grasp as I fawn over you every night - eUë

[h50europe]

Arthur fought his way back to Merlin, who thought he must be dreaming until their lips met.