#amoremagnificentbastard

[hellethil]

A little something for one of my favorite Moon Maidens

It was @amoremagnificentbastard birthday and I needed to spoil her.

Amy is one of the sweetest people I have ever met. I am so lucky to call her a friend.

So she gets my very first Mermay piece :3 so here’s her oc Diana.

[astarionfreak]

#9 for Astarion x reader? Please?

Ahh! Yes!! Thank you!

9. "Eyes on me when you come."

Snippet for the smut ask game. | Previous answers here

You didn't start the night getting railed by the most beautiful man you've ever known. No, that came later. Many hours later.

At the start of your day -- night -- you live in reverse now. It wasn't hard to adjust.

At the start of your night, Astarion met you in the kitchen as you made yourself breakfast. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, lips against your warm skin, and mumbled a soft, "Good morning, darling."

He wrapped his hands around your waist, fingers toying with the hem of your pants. You thought, maybe, he'd fuck you right there. But he didn't. You were left wanting.

Later that evening, as you headed out into the city to do -- well, that's private isn't it? -- whatever it is you do. You decided to get a little revenge. You leaned against an alley wall and tugged him flush against your body.

He made a small, surprised noise, and quickly melted into your arms. Your hands were the ones toying with hems of pants this time.

You waited until you felt his lips against your neck, kissing as he searched for a vein -- then you pushed him away and continued on with the very important business you had to attend to.

It was little things all night that built your desire. Your need for him. Little touches. The backs of your hands brushing up against each other. A stolen glance, a knowing smile.

I'm here. I love you. I want you.

It wasn't until the threat of dawn sent you scurrying back home that you finally indulged in each other.

It wasn't until you went all day wanting that you found pleasure in each other.

When you got back home, that's when you found yourself with your hands pinned on either side of your head. Astarion's fingers laced with yours.

"Such a tease," he purred. "Taunting me all day. But you're mine now, aren't you?"

"I'm yours, I'm yours, Astarion," you managed to say.

Your breath came in desperate, needy gasps. Sweat dripped down the curve of your neck, mixing with the rivulets of blood from a messy feed.

You felt -- everything. Every inch of your body craved him, needed his skin against yours.

You threw your head back, squirming beneath him as he fucked into you -- slow, languid, drawing out every thrust. He took his time and felt every inch of you.

"Fuck -- fuck, Astarion," you whimpered. "Don't stop. Please."

Your thoughts became distant. He's all you could see. He was everything. You only knew you want more. Harder, faster, closer.

"Gods, you're so good for me. Aren't you, love? So, so good," he whispered.

There was that low rumble of lust and his voice cracked slightly with desire.

"So good, Astarion," you said.

You squeezed your eyes shut, losing yourself completely to pleasure that quickly reached it's peak. "So close, I'm so close --"

"Eyes on me when you come, darling," he commanded.

You were good. So good. You did exactly as you were told. You opened your eyes to find him watching you.

There was that sly smile that showed just a hint of his fangs. His eyes, red, and dark with lust as he reveled in his control over you --

And something else -- love. Gods. He loved you. And you loved him. More than anything. You built a life together. You trusted each other.

You were happy.

You were so happy as you unraveled beneath the man you loved. You were content as he held you, and fucked you through the orgasm that left your legs weak and your vision blurry.

You felt the deepest satisfaction when he, too, came undone with you.

You lay there, with him in your arms, his ear to your chest. You knew, he was listening and counting each beat of your heart. You didn't ask him what he was thinking.

You didn't have to.

He's your home. And you are is.

[astarionfreak]

Very curious what you'll say for Astarion and #10.

10. What are the subtle things that turn them on?

Answered for the NSFW headcanon ask game | All answers here.

There are actually probably so many of these because when Astarion falls for someone he falls hard. Here's what I came up with so far:

Compliments. Petty or not. Tell him he's such a good boy. Tell him he's pretty. Let him know how much you adore him.

Eye contact. There's the 'I wanna fuck' look that works. There's also the prolonged eye contact that shows him he has your full attention and that you're actively listening to what he has to say. That does wonders. He wants to feel seen and listened to.

Then there's the smaller things like general closeness (this could mean being emotionally vulnerable with him or even just physically close), exposing your neck to him in subtle ways (pulling down your shirt, or moving your hair out of the way), being able to banter with him, and having a good sense of humor.

I think you could drive Astarion wild with light touches, giving him your full attention, and reminding him how much you adore him. By the end of the day he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off you.

[astarionfreak]

I'd love to hear more about "Some sadistic vengeance exercise"!

This will eventually be a F!Reader x Shadowheart x Evil Astarion dark smut fic!

Quiet. That’s how you’d describe your life. Quiet and happy. You didn’t long for adventure. There wasn’t danger lurking around every corner. These days when you smelled campfire smoke, it was on warm evenings with Shadowheart at your side or in your lap. Several months ago you settled into a small cottage away from the bustle of city life. You spent every night one each others arms. Happy, healthy, and content. You didn’t know that time was running out. You didn’t know that everything would be ripped away from you in the blink of an eye. It all started with a knock at the door.

[gilded-glitter]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out 🫶🧈✨️🫀

UNO REVERSE - this award is for u actually!!

Thank you Amy you are a treasure <3

[molgars]

Would LOVE to hear more about "my body will be your coffin"!

HI DARLING. I AM HAPPY TO BECAUSE I'M OBSESSED WITH IT. The tl;dr is that The Dead Three are partners in a law firm who have wronged The Durge and she's going to fuck them all until their lives are ruined.

A snippet:

When Stasi walks into the board room it is already occupied by three attorneys, their teeth as sharp as the creases on their thousand-dollar suits. They don’t say anything at all to her as she enters, content to merely size her up while she takes her seat across from them. The expression in each of their eyes differs slightly—boredom in Thorm’s, hunger in Gortash’s, and sadistic glee in Anchev’s—but it all gets across the same message: that they are the ones in power here.  It’s a test, she knows. To see if she’ll flinch. She doesn’t. “Good morning,” Stasi says, smoothing her skirt over her thighs as she crosses her legs. She’s dressed smartly, though her ensemble is nowhere near as expensive as theirs are. She bought this suit on sale at Macy’s with a gift card she got as a graduation gift, and it’s hardly the pinnacle of haute couture, but she knows she looks good in it. She must, because Enver Gortash’s gaze keeps dipping down to trace the line of her neck, the dip of her clavicle. “Your resume is impressive: Georgetown, law review, magna cum laude,” Anchev recites in lieu of a greeting. Her lips are painted crimson where they stretch into a cruel smirk, and her platinum blonde hair is pulled into a tight bun at the base of her skull. She looks sort of like she wants to pin Stasi down and dissect her. “What made you decide to apply here?” In response, Stasi plasters a pleasant smile onto her face. She practiced it in the mirror this morning. “If you want to be the best, you have to learn from the best.” Thorm’s stare is dispassionate as he regards her. “So you want to learn from us, then?” He speaks slowly, his voice rich and deep. It sounds rather like if a rumble of thunder could experience disdain. Stasi would like to reach across the table and stab him in the eyes with one of her stilettos. Instead, she replies, “No, what I want is to make the firm buckets of money. Whatever I learn from you will just be a bonus.” 

At that, Gortash finally looks up from where he’s been ogling her cleavage. “Now that’s a winning attitude.” “What can I say?” Stasi’s grin is almost sincere now. “I came here to win.”

[florallychaotic]

Would love to hear more about/from all sales final!

Thank you! It's a short film that's actually fully written but I'm sprucing up with the hopes of making it through my college's film program!

It's about a Walmart employee who finds herself stuck in a timeloop told from the perspective of the coworker she goes to each loop for help who can't remember the loops and has a small crush on her!

Wip ask game

[astarionancuntnin]

when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers or moots (positivity is cool) 💖

heyyyy lets goooo ~