He's sitting sacred and profound
In midst of sinners looking up to kiss his crown

Imagine how mad Raphael was when he found out that Haarlep had fun with Tav 🤭

Young and Beautiful

How to write smut ?

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writing smut depends on each person's writing style but i think there's something so gut-wrenchingly beautiful about smut when it's not very graphic and vivid. like., would this turn on a reader more?

"he kissed her, pulling her body closer to him."

or this?

"His lips felt so familiar it hurt her heart. His breathing had become more strained; his muscles tensed. She let herself sink into his embrace as his hands flattened against her spine. He drew her closer."

One may like either the top or the bottom one better, but it totally depends on your writing to make it work. Neither is bad, but the second example is more flattering, talking literally.

express one's sensory feelings, and the readers will automatically know what's happening.

writing, "her walls clenched against him, her breath hitching with his every thrust" is better than writing, "she was about to cum".

are some vocabulary you can introduce in your writing:

• whimpered, breathed lightly, stuttered, groaned, grunted, yearned, whined, ached, clenched, coaxed, cried out, heaved, hissed
• shivering, shuddering, curling up against one's body
• swallowing, panting, sucking in a sharp breath, thrusting, moving gently, gripped, biting,
• nibbling, tugging, pressing, touching, licking, flicking,
• wet kisses, brushing soft kisses across their body (yk where), licking, sucking, teasing, tracing, tickling, bucking hips, forcing one on their knees
• holding hips, guiding the one on top, moving aimlessly, mindlessly, sounds they make turn insanely beautiful, sinful to listen to
• he sighed with pleasure
• her skin flushed
• he planted kisses along her jawline
• her lips turned red, messy, kissed.
• his hands were on his hair, pulling him.
• light touches traveled down his back
• he arched his back, his breath shuddering
• her legs parted, sinking into the other's body, encircling around their waist.

sources to refer to for more: (will be updated soon!)

Astarion never expected things to turn out this way, heat seeping into his frozen fingers where they're clasped around her sleeping form, but after two hundred years of shit, he wasn't about to deny himself pleasure. Even if the idea of saying it aloud made his ears burn with shame.

It all started the night Tav graciously agreed to him feeding. His disastrous first attempt had left him feeling very much the monster - the feral vampire crouching over her unconscious form. This time, he wanted her to be comfortable: a reminder that she'd asked him to do this.

The two of them had settled on laying her back to his chest, his hands holding her steady as he gathered her hair to the side. Her blood was hot and sweet when it burst in his mouth - everything he'd been denied for so so long. What Astarion hadn't expected to enjoy quite so much, was the warmth that seeped into his frozen bones where her body touched his. The comfort in her hands gently finding his in the dark. Safety.

Perhaps he had drawn it out just a little after he'd finished. Laving his tongue over the punctures and savouring that heady warmth, all while his heart raced against his ribcage. He shouldn't push his luck- what if she never agreed to this again? Surely she couldn't wait to get him out of her space. What if-

Her calloused fingers folded in between his longer ones, tucking their entwined hands under her heart.

Astarion froze. Did she know he was stalling?

Then, with a contented sigh, her heart rate slowed, breaths evening out until the only noise in the tent were the soft sounds of her sleep.

It stunned him rigid. What kind of fool falls asleep with a predator at their back?

A secret smile tugged at his cheek.

He'd just have to stay and keep watch until she awoke. The silly little human.

Dew Drops

Author's Note: I wrote this on a whim today because I felt very emotional and was inspired by a song. I cried while writing this - quite a lot actually. I'll happily show and the translate the song later because it is quite perfect for Astarion (and Tav).

Summary: After Astarion has become free, he takes a moment to reflect and do something he'd never thought possible...

Pairing: Astarion / Tav (You)
Warnings: mentions of past trauma
Wordcount: 1,1k
Song (the inspiration for this piece): Tau - Herbert Grönemeyer

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Just before the first sun rays were creeping over the roofs of Baldur’s Gate, Astarion got out of bed. Slowly, so he wouldn’t wake you up, still blissfully in your dreams beside him.

He watched you for a moment. Sitting on the edge of the bed. Watched how your chest was slowly rising and falling. Your hands softly curled up against your chest. Your lips soft and relaxed: neither curled into a smirk nor drawn down – just silently peaceful.

Astarion almost stayed there then, lost in you. The one person that had helped him come this far. The one who had so purely believed in him – that there was more, that he was more.

He let one finger slowly wander over your cheek – so featherlight you didn’t even stir in your sleep. The smile that crept onto his lips was genuine and bright and full with warmth and love.

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hook, line, and sinker

(tav/astarion)

can u imagine the late nights when astarion stays up around the camp fire long after you’ve gone to bed, maybe reading a book or maybe just thinking, and when it gets a little too chilly and the fire dies he goes to your tent fully ready to curl up beside your warmth. he peels back the flap, thinking of the way you would grumble sleepily as he would tuck himself around you, only to find a pile of white fur in his place, a head peeking up with a wet black nose and pair of guilty eyes. imagine astarion huffing and begrudgingly letting scratch sleep at the foot of the tent because you’d looked so warm and cozy curled up with him and if that dog makes you that happy, astarion supposes he can deal with its presence.