"What, want me to ruffle your feathers?" Tav asked with a smirk when she caught him staring, as if she didn't ruffle enough of his feathers prior to this moment—figuratively speaking, most unfortunately.
The owlbear's cub sprawled on its stomach beside her, head on her lap as it was cooing something. Given how eagerly it butted into her hand, rather obvious what it was after.
He took a step back, arms raised as he refused, "I'll abstain for tonight. Afraid the competition's too fierce for me to win this fight without any losses. Tomorrow, though…"
He let some hope into his voice, tone laced thick with promise.
Astarion looked at Tav, waiting for her answer, and she nodded to him with a smile on her lips.
"Wonderful. I'll be awaiting then. Most eagerly."
So easy.
Too easy.
He should've known better, but perhaps he was momentarily blinded that she'd finally given up keeping her distance.
Tav played with his hair for a good part of the evening, and Astarion tolerated it—the experience was quite enjoyable, if he was to be honest, but those weren't headpats that he was after. Finally the time came to take the heavy weapons against her, those that he was most proficient at using. Those that hardly ever betrayed him. And he needed Tav to not betray him either. To protect him, when hardly anyone in the camp was terribly happy about having a vampire in their midst. If Cazador… When Cazador… Even though Astarion didn't need to breathe anymore, the air staled in lungs when he thought about this. He needed Tav—and everyone else she have eating out of the palm of her adorable little hand—to stay on his side when that happens. Because as convenient as it may've been, out of many advantages the worm gave him, making his master forget about his existence wasn't one of them.
Her fingers raked his hair and scratched his scalp, sending him into shivers as Astarion couldn't help but lower his guard a notch. He wasn't an inexperienced youngling, still wet behind his ears. He wouldn't miss the change in her touch when it was most familiar to him. It would be rather convenient for Tav to hold his neck or slide her fingers under the lacing of his shirt, so Astarion expected that. Ears too were a good starting point… Lips, perhaps, if she was feeling adventurous for a sharp touch of his fangs…
He turned to the side, forehead pressed against Tav's stomach to let her get to the back of his head. Then turned again, face buried in her lap.
As tedious the pointless waiting went, this kind of foreplay was not without its pleasures. If she were to continue fondling the rest of him in same manner, Astarion wouldn't mind much. If anything, the thought was getting him rather excited, albeit weary in a similar way any kind of sex did. But it was familiar kind of wear he was most used to, so Astarion was slipping into it with ease like one would into old boots they've long been donning. Perhaps the heels were stooped a bit from years of use, and the laces were frayed and brittle, but those were the boots he'd worn for as long as he could remember. He didn't have a spare, if there even existed a spare the likes of him could afford.
Finally Tav's hand stopped, resting on his neck as she barely moved her big finger against the edge of his hairline.
He knew it was coming, and yet a part of him was strangely disappointed.
Well, no point dwelling on it.
Finally it was his turn to…
"Think I'm spent for the evening. My hand's cramping. Want to lie down for a little while longer, or you'd prefer to rest on something more comfortable than my lap?"
Her question came most unexpectedly. At first Astarion thought he heard it wrong. But when he raised his head to check Tav's face, there was nothing special on it, like she was asking something mundane, barely worth of notice. And it was a rather mundane thing to ask. If you weren't expecting anything else to follow.
She wasn't.
It stunned him when Astarion realized that.
Thankfully it lasted barely a moment, and then his instincts kicked in.
"Why? I find your lap a rather enjoyable place to rest my head on."
'It would be even better if you were to let me put it between your legs, but I suppose I wouldn't get much rest then,' was supposed to follow, but somehow it got stuck in his throat. He couldn't even say why at first.
Because she wasn't flirting. Because it wasn't foreplay. Because she just offered to ruffle his feathers in a most simple, primitive, childish way possible, and never planned to stretch the invitation to something more salacious and titillating.
Ruffled his feathers she did.
With much too fervor.
Astarion hardly remembered the way he traveled back into his tent and what he said in the process. Surely it was something appropriate for the occasion, he could trust the habits beaten into his skull by years of use.
No wonder she agreed so easily. He must've been blind not to notice.
He laid down, curled into a ball, sulking—for what, Astarion couldn't tell.
Perhaps it irked him that his plans fell through, and the cooked duck flew away from his mouth when he was so close to biting into it. What else could've been the issue otherwise?
But most strangely, a tightness in his stomach loosened as soon as he was left alone. He breathed with ease, warm ticklish touch of Tav's fingers lingering on his skin.
Safe.
From what..?
He didn't know.
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Your time travel au…does Martin ever show up?
OMG bHAHA i just got off from my daydream about this AU
NONE OF THIS IS REAL OK its just me being delusional,,,!!! and scenes change frequently because idk i love to rework my ideas and live them over and over again,, but feel free to enjoy whatever:
i imagine that the original team comes back eventually, because the memories of their old lives trickle back, and they plan to save jon from ever being promoted.
They work at the institute w their old jobs (Tim and sasha in Research, Martin in the Library) and slowly reveal that they still have their memories intact,, and the friendship between them becomes 10x stronger
The only difference is that jon isn't there when he's supposed to be working in research, and that's because he has a job somewhere else. Elias and gertrude didnt want him near the archives (he always invites trouble LKJDFKJS) and over the years elias has grown protective of his adopted son (and the beholding approves of this anyway so yeah,, their only conflict now is that he can be such a helicopter dad)
so one day in the library while the trio were hanging out there, Gerard shows up and says he needs some books for his boyfriend (jokingly ofc,, he's just bffs w jon) and they help him out
cue jon coming in, covering his face w/ a mask and sunglasses so he wouldn't be recognized by the institute staff that watch him grow up there since he was 8 (because elias instructed to throw him out LMAO). Jon barges in, frustrated at gerry taking so long.
they banter a bit, and the trio somehow recognize the voice of "gerard's bf". Finally gerry introduces him as jon, and all four of them make eye contact. Jon is speechless, slowly reveals himself and stops breathing, but pretends to not know them
sasha is surprised, tim is shocked, and martin is insanely jealous ALKSJDLASDLKFKJ they dont tell him they remember anything tho and jon does the same,,, leading into really awkward and angsty situations
and it follows w random moments such as simon fairchild coming in to visit his "favorite nephew" or elias forcing jon to take his vitamins and sleep early,, maybe agnes and jude hanging out for no reason,, mike crew barging in and reading in his Designated Library Corner,, peter lukas going grocery shopping for whatever health supplement elias wants jon to take,, gertrude being a worse helicopter grandmother to jon,, oliver banks sleeping like the dead next to mike crew in his Designated Library Corner,, mikaele salesa bringing jon random knick knacks....
.... and sasha, martin, and tim just lose their minds over the sheer absurdity of it all LMAASLDJSLF
and ofc martin and jon try to woo each other but believing the other hates them etc (cue misunderstandings and dumbassery)
IT'S DUMB I KNOW but it's just all in my mind leave me alone to cope SKSKSSK
More of this AU here
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i’m sorry but you can’t tell me gyu doesn’t like playing with nipples / boobs or when his are being played with 😵💫 taehyun is so unbothered it gets me every time 😭
THE VID I'M CRYINGGGG (sfw link btw) (and mdni!!)
and u are so right omfg!!! i feel like gyu would mindlessly play with your boobs when you're just sitting around, his hand slipping under your shirt to grope the flesh as some sort of stress relief,, bonus points if you're not wearing a bra bc that gives him full access to tease your nipples, pinching and brushing over them until they're pebbled and sensitive 😵💫😵💫😵💫 he'll get you so wet and squirmy but won't do anything til you you're begging him to fuck you and relieve the ache between your thighs <3
gyu would also like his own nipples played with, especially when you're on top,,,, my god. it gets him all whiny n sniffly, and he's halfway gone already from your tight heat wrapped around his cock and your fingers pinching his cute lil nipples til they're red and puffy. he tries so hard not to buck into you bc you're the one in charge tonight, but after one well timed brush of your thumb against the pebbled flesh, he's spilling into you with a pathetic whine, nearly in tears bc everything feels so good yet too much at the same time >///<
ALSO TAEHYUN?? 2 for 1 special bc i'm having depraved thoughts abt him too </3 something about him being so unbothered is unbelievably hot omg,, like you try to tease him by playing with his tits while he's on his phone or smth and he's j sitting there unphased, but don't worry, he'll come back and tease you tenfold,,, until you're whining for his fingers and his cock...and damn, he still won't give in 😭 orders you to lay on your stomach over his lap for your punishment bc "maybe if you weren't such an impatient little slut you'd be getting fucked right now. guess daddy'll just have to teach you a lesson, hm?"
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