#sub!wyll

[vale-writes]

smutty wyll thoughts pt. 2

HORN HANDLEBARS. HITS POST.

tags: gender neutral reader, reader’s genitals are not described, some fluff/hurt-comfort, top!wyll, bottom!reader, soft dom!reader, sub!wyll, light dom/sub dynamics (reader is just spoiling and taking care of him), mentions of act 2/3 spoilers, unprotected sex, creampie

wyll was really insecure about his devil horns. most nights, when he thought you’d fallen asleep, he’d look at himself in the mirror, wondering how you could ever see him as anything other than a monster. he’d spent his teenage years and entire adult life hunting devils, and now he was one of them? the thought was too much to bear.

you stirred in the silk sheets and came up behind him, gently hugging him from behind and kissing the back of his neck.

“you know i love you, right?” you murmured into his soft skin.

“even if i look like.. this? even if i’m a monster?” his voice quivered slightly. his words were barely above a whisper. he feared if he spoke them too loudly, he wouldn’t be able to stop the flood of emotions that’d follow. he sacrificed everything for baldur’s gate, protected the innocent, and this was his repayment? this was how a hero was rewarded?

“wyll, dear,” you said as you placed a hand to his jaw, pushing his face to meet yours. “you’re not a monster. these horns, your eye, they only show me how much you love the people of the sword coast. i don’t see a devil. i see you, wyll ravengard. the man who spared karlach, against everything you’d been told, because you saw the innocence in her eyes. the man who made an impossible deal to save baldur’s gate. the man who walked in step with me the entire way to the netherbrain and fought to save all of faerûn.”

you held his face in both of your hands, gazing into his eyes. “so no, you’re not a monster. you’re love.”

he stared into your eyes for a long moment, not saying anything. “you really think so?” he asked quietly.

“i don’t think so, i’m telling you so.” with that, you put out the candle illuminating the space in front of the mirror.

“well, who am i to argue with you?” a small smile flitted across his face in the dark of your shared bedroom. he pulled you into a deep kiss, sliding one hand behind your head and the other to your hip, pulling you in close. your hands fell down to his chest. he let out a small gasp as they traced over the sensitive ridges on his neck and shoulders.

“good boy,” you whispered and felt him stiffen in surprise. “glad you know not to argue, dearest.” you gently pushed on his chest, making him walk backwards until the back of his legs hit the bed. he immediately sat down, pulling you in to straddle him.

“please, gods, call me that again,” he said breathlessly between kisses.

“dearest? i call you that all the time, darling,” you teased. he could feel your shit eating grin against his lips.

“you know what i’m talking about, love,” he groaned.

“i don’t think i do. can you remind me?” you pulled off your night shirt with a quiet hum.

he buried his face in your neck and whined, “please, love, call me your- your.. good boy again.”

“ah, there you go, my love,” you cooed as you traced his horns, earning a shudder from him. “you’re such a good boy for me.”

the moan he let out sent vibrations through your entire neck. you started to massage the base of his horns with one hand while you ran your thumb of the other over the ridges on his neck. you could feel his warm breath speeding up on your throat, his cock starting to harden under you.

and then you started grinding on him.

his hands instantly flew to your hips, trying to regain some semblance of control. he let out a moan that almost sounded more like a wail. he’d never thought to touch his new.. sensitive areas. in fact, he’d actively avoided going anywhere near them, too afraid to accept the fact that a devil’s curse could ever make him feel good.

“shhh, baby. it’s okay. you can be a good boy for me and take it, right?” you said as you ground harder onto him. he nodded frantically.

“y-yes, of course i can do that-“ he was cut off by his own moans as you licked a stripe along his neck ridges. you helped him pull off his shirt, inhaling deeply and letting out a groan of pleasure at seeing his alluring body. you ran your hands up and down his torso, your fingers catching on the old scars and the new ridges. wyll leaned back onto his elbows to better drink in the sight of you on top of him. he let his head fall back with a moan when you started kissing and marking his chest.

“please, don’t tease me any more. i can’t- i can’t take it,” he said, his voice straining with desperation. “i need you. now.”

“well, who am i to deny my prince any longer?” you purred, standing up to pull yours and his pants off. you untied his underwear and slid them off his legs after he obediently raised his hips for you. you left a few kisses and nibbles on the inside of his thighs, earning whines and a hand in your hair from him.

“please, please my love. i’ve been a good boy for you, haven’t i? please just let me inside of you,” he begged through heavy breaths. you let out a content hum and pulled off your own (now soaked and sticky) underwear before returning to your previous position in his lap. he reached a hand out into the darkness and let out a small gasp when he felt how.. excited you were. just the idea of you getting this turned on from touching him got wyll even harder. his elbows dug deeper into the mattress when you dragged the tip of his cock over your hole a few times before starting to push it in. the so-called “ridges in unmentionable places” rubbed along your own unmentionable place wonderfully, ripping a few whimpers from your chest as you continued to guide him into you.

once wyll had bottomed out inside of you, you both sat quietly for a moment, just trying to adjust. he’d pushed himself back up off his elbows to wrap his arms around you and rest his forehead on yours. you inhaled his scent, one that always smelled like the forest, no matter what perfumes or oils he put on. your heat was so tight around him he felt like he could never- or rather should never- pull out of you. and his cock stretched you so nicely that you thought he might as well have molded you to fit him perfectly.

“can i move?” he whispered breathlessly into your ear.

“oh, darling, don’t lift a finger. just be a good boy and take it,” you moaned as you started to move, rising up and slamming yourself down onto him. both of your moans filled the room. the air got hotter from your bodies and breaths. as you ran your thumb along wyll’s wet lips, you thought, “is he.. drooling?” you giggled a little and kept going faster and faster, wanting to hear those broken moans fall from his lips forever.

“i can’t-“ he gasped. “it’s too much- you feel too good, i’m going to-“ wyll fell back onto the bed, grabbing your hips and bucking into you wildly, desperately chasing his release. his dick hit a new spot inside you that made you see stars, but you had to snap out of it and get a hold of yourself.

“now, prince, did i say you could cum?” you asked with fake sympathy. “don’t you want to be a good boy and cum with me?”

“i can’t-“

“you can, and you will.”

he swallowed down his moan as his dick twitched inside of you. he was too embarrassed to admit it, but he got ridiculously turned on when you took control of him like this.

so, you can imagine the amount of self-control it took for him to not cum right then and there when you grabbed him by the horns to face you again. he let out one of the loudest moans you’d ever heard from him when your gripped his horns and started using them as leverage to get him deeper inside you.

“there we go,” you moaned, panting. you were close and he knew it.

“yes- yes please use me however you want. please let me make you cum, my love.”

it was one, two, three more thrusts before you came all over him. he suddenly had a death grip on your hips as he pulled you down onto his cock so he could finish inside of you, letting out a wail of pleasure before burying his face in your neck again. you felt his warm cum fill you up and then some. it dripped out of you and onto the shaft of his cock while he softened inside of you.

you pulled him into a passionate but gentle kiss, holding his face in your hands while you both caught your breaths.

“i think- i think i’m starting to like the horns and bumps,” he chuckled.

“i’m glad we’re on the same page, then.”

#vale writes #HOOOOOO BOY #i did not mean for this to get so long #my bad guys i got possessed by the wyll love #bg3 smut #wyll ravengard smut #bg3 #wyll ravengard #dom!reader #sub!wyll #bg3 hurt comfort

[sky-scribbles]

All right, BG3 gang, let me tell you about the incredible, accidental drama that happened when I went to save everyone in the iron Throne.

I messed up my first two attempts spectacularly, so when I reloaded for my third try, I was resolved. I was going to stick with the results of this run, no matter what. The countdown starts; Karlach runs off to grab the Gondians, my Tav Wildshapes and goes sprinting away to save Omeluum, and Gale Dimension Doors himself and Wyll right to Ulder.

As the boys take Ulder back up the corridor, Mizora appears with her exploding spiders. Gale drops a Globe of Invulnerability over Ulder, and runs off to save the last few Gondians while Wyll starts mopping up spiders. ‘This is great!’ I say to myself.

Then the last spiders run into the Globe of Invulnerability. They can’t hurt Ulder, but Wyll can’t hurt them, and if Ulder leaves the globe, they can explode him.

‘This is not great,’ I say, as Wyll spends several rounds shoving spiders out of the globe so he can kill them.

I finally kill the spiders. Wyll and Ulder sprint for the exit. It’s the final round, everybody else is safe, if they can just make it to the ladder –

They are ten feet of movement short. Everyone who could possibly help has already taken their turn in initiative – except for Omeluum.

Omeluum can teleport itself and one other person to the submersible.

And I realise what I’m going to have to do. Mechanically, the choice is clear: Withers can resurrect Wyll, but not Ulder. And from an in-universe perspective, the choice is even more obvious. Even in a world where, as in my game, Wyll has broken his pact. Even when he’s resigned himself to losing his father. Even when he signed Ulder’s life away in the hope of being free. There’s no question what he’d do in that moment, is there? When the choice is Wyll lives, but his father definitely dies or Wyll maybe dies, but his father definitely lives – with a second left to choose –

Wyll would shove his father to Omeluum and say, ‘Go.’

Omeluum teleports Ulder to safety. The submersible leaves, the facility comes crashing down, and Wyll is gone. To save his father.

And you know what absolutely destroyed me? Because the dev team can't possibly think of everything, especially this extremely specific and devastating scenario I've just landed myself in... there's no change in the dialogue with Ulder once I resurrect Wyll. He still tells Wyll he’s ashamed to have his blood run in his veins. He still accuses Wyll, who just traded his life to save him, of running off to chase a devil and her power.

I cannot even begin to describe how devastating that was to watch. Because it made me think – would Ulder change his tune in that scenario? I don’t know if he would. Oh, he’d be shaken, for certain, as he watches Tav and the gang sobbing, banging on the submersible hatch. As the tadpole’s grip loosens, the awful realisation would sink in – my son, my son – but how long before he tries to shield himself from that pain? How long before he says to himself – even says out loud, to Wyll’s grieving, furious friends, he was not my son, not anymore – I saw his face, and it was the face of a devil –

And even after he knows the truth, and Wyll is back, what then? Wyll still drowned in fire and iron and water to save his father’s life, and Ulder still said, he was a devil, as if that made Wyll deserve it – and he can never, ever take that back.

(In sleepless moments, Wyll wonders: would he?)

#bg3 #wyll ravengard #ulder ravengard #don't you love it when the dice give you drama #bg3 spoilers #i very much headcanon that the tadfools yelled the whole story to ulder as they travelled back #a very awkward sub ride for the gondians and omeluum #sky plays bg3

[vanilkaplays]

#Baldur's Gate 3 #BG3 #Wyll Ravengard #Baldur's Gate 3 gifs #BG3 gifs #gif #this Tav is a halfling woman #but I changed the subs to the gender neutral version #and I like how he says 'adventurer' instead :D #something I forgot to do when I made a gifset with Shadowheart and now I keep thinking about it

[lemongogo]

tried 2 heal duke ravengard by throwing a potion @ him but it fucking bludgeoned the guy and wyll left my party FOREVERR .?

#i cnt do anything right in this goddamned game #I JFSNAHHAJAJAHAGAGACA #LIKW WHEN IT WAS HIS TURN I KEPT LOOKING ANRD THE MAP FOR HIM I WAS LIKE HUHHH #BC IT DIDNT EVEN SAY LIKE ‘you betrayed wyll’ OR ANYTHING HE JUST LEFTT #so funny too bc i was recording his cutscene right before w mizora n its like two mins of me scrolling #where did u go darling . #bro took the sub n left us all 2 die ig HELPPDH #wyll #bg3

[sorcerous-caress]

A while back you wrote a drabble about some companions cumming very quickly with their partner. I couldn't stop thinking about it and I present to you: both parties cum embarrassingly quickly but they are so horny they fuck each other until both of them are incoherent. It hurts so good, and their muscles ache, soreness and bruises froming, but neither can bring themselves to stop because it just feels so fucking good, and gods, this is as close to heaven as they can get on this plane of existence so might as well go until both of them pass out cough wyll cough

This isn't necessarily a request, more like me airing out my dirty thoughts for the rest of the world to read 😅. Whatever you feel like doing tbh, you can just slap a meme under this and I will be happy lol.

For how much of a romantic Wyll is, I think it's very easy to get him overwhelmed on emotions and his love for you that he's always letting out the prettiest moans and spilling his cum all over the place less than 5 minutes in.

It would've been embarrassing wasn't it for the fact you too just came a minute before him during your passionate kissing session. How he paid very close attention to your lips, how he kissed you as if he was worshipping you, pouring all of his feelings out in a simple dance of lips.

The two of you are sensitive but the the intense gaze you're eyeing each other with very clearly shows you're not close to being done.

And that's how the rest of the night spent, overwhelming each other and cumming too quickly time after time. Milking each other dry with the simplest of touches. It only takes the most delicate of movement for the hunger fire of lust to consume the both of you, it burns brightly and all sense of self control and restraint is thrown out the window.

By the morning the two of you are whimpering, all overstimulated and a sensitive mess of cum. But you can't stop kissing each other, can't stop the rhythmic movements of your hips against one each other, the sound of skin slapping against skin as another orgams is forced out of the two of you with a loud cry.

Tear stains on both of your cheeks, pleasures burns painfully and your legs tremble but you can never get enough.

#♡Wyll #♡smut #♡sub Wyll #♡sub reader

[jeejascoffee]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Astarion/Wyll (Baldur's Gate) Characters: Wyll (Baldur's Gate), Astarion (Baldur's Gate) Additional Tags: Controlled feeding, Feeding Kink, Consensual, Hurt/Comfort, Astarion's Past Abuse (Baldur's Gate), Boot Worship, Body Worship, Domestication, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Romance, Dom!Wyll, Sub!Astarion, Dom/sub, no tav Summary:

“We should come up with a plan,” Wyll begins. “A regimen, if you will. I’ll create a schedule of when you should be hunting, roughly every two days to start—”

A laugh cuts through Wyll’s words. Dark and bitter, more like a growl.

Astarion hisses, “Are you out of your sweet, gods damned mind? You’d really do that? Keep me on a schedule? Like…that? Genuinely?”

Wyll looks him dead in the eye. “Yes. I would.”

Wyll notices that Astarion does not feed himself like a proper vampire should. As a monster hunter, and as a companion in their tadpole travels, Wyll simply cannot let it stand. He offers to take charge of Astarion’s feeding habits.

It’s an offer in good faith.

And it is the start of a much more intimate arrangement between the two of them.

(Fill for the bg3 kinkmeme)

#my fanfiction #baldur's gate 3 #wyll ravengard #astarion #wyllstarion #bg 3 kink meme #dom/sub #dom!wyll #sub!astarion

[goatsorcery]

i wish that the companions would get a line anytime they approve/disapprove of something. while a lot of the time their reactions makes sense, there are plenty of occasions where i wish tav/durge could just turn to them and say: what did you mean by that?

#this was prompted generally but specifically because of the end of the avenge the drowned quest #i don’t know why it puzzled me so much that wyll and shadowheart disapproved of letting the waveservant kill the sub operator #i understand wyll not wanting to kill anyone and shadowheart not wanting to kill someone who was innocent in this case #but from my character’s point of view the operator worked for gortash so what did it matter? #most puzzling of all was that gale approves of letting the waveservant kill the guy and disapproves if you interfere #like what did you mean by that gale? #many such moments throughout the game #bg3 #bg3 gs

[oldfriendsseniortwittersanctuary]

Obviously people can do whatever they want in their fanfic forever, but whenever I see wyllstarion or any Wyll pairing where he is a dom like... no... i don't buy it. He is like the stereotypical psychological profile of a sub (extremely controlled in public at all times). I don't care about topping or bottoming, and I'm not saying the characters Wyll is paired with are doms, just that Wyll ain't.

#i mean i suppose he'd do it if his partner asked but... he wouldn't enjoy it i think #wyll ravengard #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #i mean gale is probably even MORE of a sub but still

[infernalurge]

tempted to start streaming BG3 out of sheer boredom but idk what platform would be the least annoying for casual streams

#maybe I'll try a duo run with Wyll to make it interesting #just use hirelings + summons #I don't like twitch either but idk if youtube allows 0 sub channels on new accounts to stream lol

[bluebeetle]

thinking that for my bard my group will mostly be wyll, karlach, and laezel, while for my sorcerer tav itll be gale, karlach, and minthara if i can get her :3

#txt #maybe sub in wyll in that last group once and awhile as well

[csphire]

7, 12, 30 for the Tav ask!

30 Questions for your Tav

Anna - Half-Elf, Artisan, Warlock (Arch Fey) & Light Cleric of Tymora

7. What circumstances led to your Tav becoming their Class/Subclass?

Anna entered into a pact shortly after fleeing an abusive lover. It was not the best of plans, to just leave him and Baldur’s Gate as fast as possible for another city where she could start over but she feared for her life. How she met her patron one could say was a whole lucky meet-cute story. She literally stumbled over them and profusely apologized. Charmed by her sweet nature, good manners and also finding out why she was in such a hurry, the fey extended to her a bargain for power and also taught her how to enchant her goods. However, all of Anna’s enchantments always turn out to have a tiny bit of chaos to them but nothing her customers will ever notice… usually. 

Unlike Wyll, Anna and her patron have a mostly respectful, sometimes chaotic, very protective, and loving relationship. But it’s not all sunshine and rainbows. Anna is well aware fey can be fickle, easily offended, and therefore dangerous. For starters, she suspects her patron is behind her abusive lover’s untimely and grisly demise. Something she found out years later after her patron coaxed her into returning to Baldur’s Gate with assurances that with her new powers, she would not need to leave and she could disappear easily enough in the large city. 

Currently, her patron on occasion only asks her to do some odd and seemingly harmless things to set off a little chaos in the world. What seems like a few setups for pranks or displacing a stone from a circle of them in some forest. Some of these things lead to disastrous results but nothing fatal for anyone… usually. Her patron loves chaos like most fey and was tickled pink when she stole the Blood of Lathander mace. Anna is also obligated to help other fey in need from the Seelie court like the pixie in the lamp. Killing fey from the Unseelie court such as hags and redcaps also delights her patron as well.

As for her becoming a Light Cleric of Tymora, that happened later. I guess all those prayers for luck and in offering gratitude along with her boldness when it came to adventure caught the goddess's attention. With it came some of her divine favor.

12. What opinion does your Tav have about the Gods?

It all depends upon the god or goddess. Although she leans towards good-aligned deities she doesn’t give a hoot who one worships so long as it doesn’t cause any harm to those she cares about, herself, and any nearby innocents. She's not deeply motivated to convert anyone. However, she did think Shadowheart was naive for worshiping Shar. A thought she kept to herself for the most part as she gently guided Shadowheart back to her original goddess Selûne.

To most deities, she’s not about to push her luck and be rude. Any stranger that crosses her path she strives to always be polite because one can never know when one will show up in disguise. If they offer her a boon for completing a task she would rarely pass the chance up.

Out of all of them Tymora, Anna prays to the most followed by extending respects to Jergal, Lathander, Ilmater, Loviatar, and Corellon Larethian too.

30. What are your Tav’s intentions/goals after the end of the game?

Besides, scold Dammon for treating her like a carrier pigeon and then promptly seduce him if she hasn't already? She wants to go back to making jewelry, drawing, sculpting, and painting. She wants to wallow in luxury at least for a few months after roughing it for so long and have a few kids. More adventure? Naw… well not unless it’s to help Dammon, and Wyll find a solution for Karlach's heart. Or help Astarion find a cure or some solution so he can walk in the sun again along with helping keep seven thousand spawn in the Underdark in check.

Thank you for the asks!!! <3

#30 Questions for your Tav #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #dammon #end goals #opinions about the gods #what lead to your class /sub class #anna x astarion #anna x dammon #anna oc #tav #anna x Karlach #anna x dammon x astarion x karlach and wyll forever baby

[delta-lethonomia]

There's a reddit thread on the BG3 sub where the user u/InklingRain posted a spreadsheet they made with all the companion approvals. Super useful in general both for playing the game and for fic, so I thought I'd post it on tumblr and play around a little!

There's a top row with the average approval by companion, but I didn't find that very useful, so I changed it to the count of approvals (i.e. count of approvals & disapproval total, how often a companion had a reaction to something). We all know Astarion gives a lot of disapprovals here and there, but they're only -1 at a time, so no big deal, right?

No. Minsc has the least at only 45 reactions, Halsin at 95, Minthara at 145, and of the main companions, Gale is pretty average at 198, Lae'zel at 224, and Shadowheart, rather opinionated at 258...

but that's nothing compared to Astarion's 406. That's almost 150 more than the next person!!! That's more than Minthara and Shadowheart combined! Babygirl really woke up one day and decided to get in a snit over everything that happens 😂

(Longer post about count of positive and negative opinions, sum of approvals and disapprovals, and some major outliers below. Picture with values at the very end.)

But that's a bit disingenuous. If we look at the ratio of positive to negative opinions (not taking value into account), Astarion's pretty average at 30% (negative count over sum count, so let's call that negativity). This is similar to Gale (31%), Karlach (30%), and Lae'zel (32%). In theory, getting Astarion's approval or disapproval is just as easy as any of theirs, with a 20% bias towards positive approvals. Later companions are weighted heavily towards the lower end of the spectrum, with Jaheira at 13% negativity and Minsc at 9%. As you only get them very late, it's pretty clear that the game gives you a lot of opportunities to get their approvals and thus open up more of their quests and dialogue.

However. We have an outlier. Wyll Ravenguard, clocking in at an indecent 38% negativity! Which really just goes to show, while Astarion is the most opinionated, Wyll has the most disapprovals, making him the judgiest companion of all 🤣

However, this really wouldn't be a good post if we didn't look at the value of approvals. Karlach, for instance, has the strongest disapproval value of -100 (given if you sleep with her and then call it a mistake). Ouch. This is clearly at outlier and doesn't say much about Karlach's changeability of opinion in general. If we look at the sum of positive and negative opinions, this is a very heavy swing, making up 100 points of her total 191 disapproval points possible to her 281 approvals total. Another outlier is Minsc, who currently possesses a 43% disapproval percentage (a heavy -50 disapproval given if you sacrifice him to Sarevok. Jaheira, by contrast, apparently doesn't give a damn, or her value might simply not be included in the dateset.)

Removing outliers is really a matter of opinion here, so I'll only remove the most extreme swings, such as the above mentioned disapprovals.

The otherwise strongest swings are Astarion (-15 for telling him it was a mistake preventing him from drinking Araj's blood, or saying you only wanted to sleep with him, not deal with his trauma) and Wyll (+20 for siding with Karlach during his confrontation with her, which really shows he didn't really want to kill her and is very grateful you stopped him). Halsin gives +40 for reuniting Oliver with Thaniel, which...lifting the shadow curse is sort of his life's mission, and a bit of a unique case, so while it makes sense, I think it's such a unique event that can't be topped by anything else and will remove it. Jaheira give +20 for extending the Emperor's protection to Minsc, and, for funsies, Minthara's heaviest disapproval is -5 for donating to Lolth at the Stormshore Tabernacle. (lol)

I only chose to remove the aforementioned Karlach, Minsc, and Halsin values, as they're all very large swings and rather character-defining or personal to the individuals mentioned, so I don't think it says much about them in a more general day-to-day sense.

Now, using the sums of our negative and positive values, Gale is our most Negative Nancy, clocking in at 37%, which goes to show that while he's pretty average for the amount of things he cares about, when he disapproves, it's a strong one. Next up is Astarion at 35%, and Wyll at 34%. Lowest are Jaheira and Minsc at 7% and 4% respectively, which makes an intuitive sort of sense: Jaheira is old and just over being upset by the players poor choices, and Minsc is an insanely positive person overall. The next most positive companion is Halsin at 13%, which also matches with his vibe pretty well, followed by Minthara at 17%, Karlach at 24%, Lae'zel at 26%, and Shadowheart at 28%.

Tl;dr: Astarion has many, many opinions, but Wyll is the most judgemental (most disapprovals compared to approvals possible). However, when it comes to the strength of those disapprovals, Gale reigns supreme, followed by Astarion.

If don't break Karlach's heart, help Halsin achieve his life's ambition, or sacrifice Minsc, then they're pretty positive overall. Later companions are heavily weighted to approve of your actions, and Minthara is comparatively judgemental, but overall far more easy to gain approval than disapproval from.

If you take the average of all these values and include the later companions to look at as a personality "baseline" of how judgy and how strong those disapprovals may be, then...the Act 1 companions are all dramatic af, which really should come to no ones' surprise, while Karlach is the most willing to give the benefit of the doubt imo.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #wyll ravengard #gale dekarios #the best time to mess around with a spreadsheet is 2am of course #I hate google sheets but don't care enough to do fancier things in excel #could I do actual math here? yes. am I going to? no

[lovinglokilaufeyson]

In Vino Veritas (In Wine, There is Truth) - A.A.

Pairings: Astarion x Fem!Reader/Tav (Sorceress/Magic User)

Warnings: FLUFF (the sickeningly sweet kind). Angst. Insecure/Jealous!Astarion. Drunk!Astarion. Soft/Clingy!Astarion. Astarion is in his feelings. Love Confessions. BG3 Spoilers (Early Act I). Mutual Pining. Oblivious!Tav. Honestly kind of Sub!Astarion vibes. Not Proofread!

Wordcount: 2,589

Summary: After seeing you bonding with the other companions, Astarion is in deep with his emotions. This leads to him staggering off to a bar in a nearby town, and you go looking for him as you are worried about him. Once you find him, a confession of love spills from his lips unprompted.

A/N: Can vampires even get drunk? I’m not entirely sure, but that’s what this is about. This wasn’t a request, just something I was interested in writing. I haven’t written Astarion in this way before, but I think I like how it turned out. Thank you guys for all the love on my Astarion fics! I appreciate it immensely. Also, two posts in one day is kind of insane for me. Enjoy!

You weren’t always confident in yourself or your abilities. However, your recent adventures with Lae’zel, Astarion, and Gale have boosted your self-esteem. Gale had even approached you one night rambling about the “weave” and how he wanted you to experience it. You were able to conjure it with favorable ease, however you backed away once he had come onto you. Astarion stood in disgust as he watched the scene unravel. Gale was clearly attracted to you, and clearly wanted in your pants at one point or another. Astarion wouldn’t mind being in your pants either, at one point or another.

Secretly, Astarion envied your naivety, your ability to be fairly oblivious to many people’s advances. Heck, you didn’t even notice Gale’s constant passing glances until he was quite literally leaning in to kiss you, impressed by your ability to conjure the weave with little effort. You turned away nearly instantly, at least once you realized.

You were fairly friendly, which led a lot of suitors to believe that you were interested in them. Gale was no different. The wizard felt that you showed great potential, and he was impressed by your magical abilities. Initially, you believed this to be friendly behavior from Gale, but alas, he felt more for you than that. You had a difficult time turning him down, as you did with most. Gale wasn’t a bad guy, he just – wasn’t for you. Astarion had to spend some time alone after watching you and Gale bond. He felt a pain in his chest while watching the scene.

He was glad to find out that you had rejected Gale, which Gale had let him know (unprompted, of course) one night while out by the fire. Gale was working on his magic, Astarion was reading, and you were sleeping dreadfully well after the long day.

Soon after, you, Lae’zel, Astarion and Gale met Wyll on the way to the grove. You had a battle with the goblins and gained a new ally in Wyll. Unfortunately, Astarion had placed himself right in the midst of the conflict, leading him to take quite the beating. So, when Wyll offered to join the party, you felt it was obvious to have Wyll take his place. Lae’zel and Gale were in moderately good shape afterwards. “Fine,” Astarion spoke merely one word, then turned around in a dejected manner, slumping his way away from the group. When he glanced back, he saw Wyll laughing at something you had said, which caused the pain in his chest to worsen.

Astarion had to walk through a nearby town in order to get back to camp, which is where the mistakes began. He spotted a tavern, which looked acceptable – albeit rundown in comparison to the ones he frequented in Baldur’s Gate. The thought of alcohol to tame his present emotions didn’t seem so terrible. I mean, was he really that replaceable to you? If you were honest, the only reason you sent him away was because of how damaged he looked after battle. Part of you wanted to go with him, or at least offer, but he had walked away too quickly for you to even respond. You probably should have gone after him, instead you turned to your new companion in order to get acquainted.

Your mistake was recognized after you got back to camp last night – because where the hell was Astarion? All of his belongings were still around, but he was nowhere to be found. He wasn’t bathing, but perhaps he could be hunting? It seemed fairly abnormal for him to just wander off. It was getting fairly late and Astarion still hadn’t arrived back at camp. You were getting worried.

“Has anyone seen Astarion?” You asked everyone who was still awake. The group shook their heads. You kept telling yourself that he probably just was out hunting. Yet something didn’t feel right.

“I’m worried about him, guys. I sent him back to camp and he’s nowhere to be found.” You commented, with Shadowheart being the first to respond. “It’s Astarion, Tav. It’s not like he’s known to be the most reliable, even in the few days we’ve known him.” Her fondness for you was shining through, and her almost envious tone showed her distain for your anxious thoughts about the pale elf companion.

You decided to backtrack on the path away from camp, the one that Astarion would have taken back, trying to retrace his steps. You hoped that he hadn’t collapsed somewhere, that was absolutely your worst fear. You couldn’t help but worry at the thought of losing Astarion. He had already been through so much - that you were incredibly aware of.

You wandered the dim, moonlit trail, hoping that you would find a sign of him anywhere. You peered through the forest trees, but with little avail. You thought about shouting out to him but thought better of it. You could attract someone – or something, rather, that you’d prefer not to. You decided to keep as quiet as you could.

You crept towards the nearby town. Given that the afternoon had far past, the only open facility was the tavern. It was old, but well-kept given its state. The building itself was made from stone, with a large oak wooden door at its front. It vibrated with livelihood from the activities of indoors. This tavern was likely the sole place in town where folks could go to have a decent time. Through the windows, you spotted various ages and races of people, all joined together in dancing, drinking, chatting, and even singing. You didn’t see Astarion, but you figured that asking surely wouldn’t hurt. Maybe they knew of his whereabouts.

The door creaked open as you entered, revealing the brightly candlelit interior of the tavern. The wood floors were certainly run down, likely from years of wear and tear and dancing upon them. Many eyes fell upon you when you entered. Your footsteps were light, but your presence was different for the townsfolk. You were new. Astarion had felt similarly when he moved into space, but they had become used to his presence by now. Not only that, but he had spent copious amounts of gold on drinks, which was certainly appreciated. You didn’t know that though, not yet.

The townsfolk had accepted your presence within a few moments of entering, with one muttering to another “she’s a pretty one, isn’t she?” before gulping down more beer, then standing up to make a move on you. You were quite oblivious to this situation, moving steadily towards the barkeep, hoping she might be able to tell you of Astarion’s whereabouts, as you moved through the bar and still didn’t take notice of the elf.

“Eh, darlin!” You heard a man grunt at you, but you didn’t want to acknowledge him. The words almost hit your ears in just the right way, the eerie similarity to Astarion’s word choice was uncanny.

As you approached the bar, the barmaid approached you sweetly. She was an older lady with deep raven hair, likely had worked there for a substantial portion of time, perhaps even being the owner of the place. “Hi, dear. What can I get goin’ for you?” She inquired with a courteous smile. “Nothing quite yet for me. I’m looking for my friend, he’s an elf with white hair, he probably would have passed by here several hours ago.”

“Aw! You must be Tav! He wouldn’t stop rambling about you while he was here. I think he slumped over to the bathroom, we tried to sober him up, but he was lookin’ pretty sick.” The barkeep gestured to the doors in the corner, and you nodded. “Thank you. I’ll be back.”

You pushed your way through the patrons in order to place several knocks on the only closed door. “Astarion?” You raised your voice to ensure that he heard you over the music that boasted in the background. You leaned your head against the door, hoping to hear a response from him. You nearly fell as suddenly the door was replaced with air, and a stumbling Astarion approached you. “Darling!” He exclaimed. This new, puppy-like energy contrasted with his always stoic exterior. You went to scold him, about to go off about his selfishness in abandoning camp like that, but before you could, his rambling continued.

“Goodness, you look phenomenal. I can hardly take it.” You looked at him, creases forming on your face as your mind became more puzzled. Astarion was typically a flirty person, but this was different. For some reason, it seemed – sincere?

“Astarion, what are you doing here?”

“Well I got sad, so I decided to have a few – um – drinks.” His words slurred as they exited his lips, which did not promote truth in his sentence. “A few?” He nodded eagerly in response, and you grabbed at the fabric near his shoulder in order to tug him over to the bar. “Do you know how many drinks he’s had?” You asked the barmaid, hoping she could provide some insight. “In the double digits, certainly. Spent most of his time downing drinks and talking about your ‘delectability.’”

She responded as you took a deep breath. Astarion, who was lent up against your shoulder now, and could hardly maintain composure, brought an index finger to usher the woman quiet, pressing it against her lips. “SHHHH.” He spoke loudly, before she removed his finger in a swift motion. Astarion leant towards your ear, whispering “she’s just talking about how it’s more noticeable that I’m in love with you when I’m tipsy.” Your eyes shot open for the first time in hours. You had maintained heavy lids since post battle; however you hadn’t heard anything this shocking in weeks. You couldn’t help the way that your cheeks now sprouted a flushed, pink hue.

“You somehow get even cuter when you blush.” Astarion spoke, and you placed your head in your hands, which Astarion immediately tried to pull away “don’t, please, you’re so pretty.” You almost rolled your eyes, what if this was all some strange dream? Don’t get you wrong, there were many nights that you dreamt of the day that Astarion would approach you in this way, you just – didn’t think it would happen. You finally released your face from your hands and looked at the barmaid. “We’ll be leaving now, thank you.” You grabbed on to Astarion once more, tugging him towards the large oak door at the entrance.

“Someone’s in trouble!” One of the men shouted from across the bar at the scene. “I hope so!” Astarion shouted back, and you tugged him harder.

As the overwhelm was diluted by the calm of the outdoors, and your faces were hit by the cool air, you turned to face him.

“Astarion, what the hells is going on?” Your question was slightly louder than intended, especially since you had to raise your voice to be heard inside of the bar.

Immediately, you were faced with a pout on Astarion’s lips and dilated pupils as he gazed at you. “Please don’t be mad, darling.”

“I just want to know if you’re okay.” You responded, your features softening, which comforted him.

“I just-“ he stammered, having a difficult time finding the words. He looked back to you, seeing how patient you were, and he relaxed, with help from the alcohol that still coursed steadily through him. “you’re perfect.” For the second time tonight, your eyes widened like craters. You were nearly at a loss for words, but as you went to speak, Astarion interrupted you.

“Gods, Tav! Gale is entranced by you, Shadowheart has definitely caught feelings, Lae’zel wants you to give her bruises, and did you see the way that Wyll looked at you today?” He inquired, and you meagerly shook your head. “Not to mention I’m fucking in love with you! And I can’t even show it! I haven’t felt this way, like, ever, with anyone! And I’m fucking terrified, Tav!”

He gesticulated harshly as he spoke, his pent-up energy finally releasing. You moved towards him, holding your arms out, almost as an offering to him. He looked at you with soft eyes, then headed towards you himself, wrapping his arms around your waist, as yours fell across his shoulders. He relaxed into your touch, leaning his face to nuzzle in your neck. “Please don’t let me go.” Astarion pleaded.

“I won’t, Star.” You whispered into his ear, and you could feel him sigh in relief.

“I’m sorry I was jealous and upset.”

“Don’t be sorry for feeling the way you do, Astarion.” These words nearly brought a drunken Astarion to tears, but he was able to focus on the way you felt in his arms instead. You were able to convince him to cease the hug in order to walk back to camp, but he insisted that he needed to have a hand on you at all times to be assured that “you wouldn’t let him go.” So, it ended up with his hand intertwined with yours for the duration of the short journey back, along with him leaning on you to keep steady.

The rest of the companions were awaiting your return to camp and sighed in relief when you arrived. They were slightly surprised to see Astarion lent up against you, with your frame keeping him upright. Shadowheart seemed to roll her eyes in annoyance at the pale elf’s return, but was thankful you were alright, nonetheless. They stayed quiet, as it seemed more like an “ask questions later” type of circumstance. Since they now knew you were safe, they deemed it acceptable to retreat to their own tents for the night.

You teetered Astarion over to his own tent, facing him as he stared at you with puppy dog eyes. “You’ll stay?” He asked, and you looked at him with similar eyes. “Please?” He followed up, and you nodded. “Let’s go to my tent, though. Is that alright?”

“As long as I’m with you.”

You lead Astarion to your – somewhat more put together tent, with a larger bedroll that could fit the both of you situated on the floor. He stared in awe as he admired the colors within, it was actually quite cozy.

You put yourself in bed as normal, while Astarion seemed to stand with a blank look on his face, his eyes traveling from your eyes to the tent, as if this was new to him. “You okay, Astarion?” You asked, and he nodded. “More than okay, actually.” He responded, and you smiled. You reached your arms out, beckoning him towards you “come here, then, sweet boy.” He grinned giddily, nearly diving into your arms.

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Astarion woke up in the somewhat unfamiliar environment of your tent, with a throbbing headache. However, he realized that he was sprawled across your lap, and decided to be content in the fact that even though he didn’t remember a single thing about last night, he knew that he had wound up in the right place, in the right person’s arms.

You noticed he had woken from the fluttering of his eyelashes on your skin, and you brought your hand to his hair in order to play with it ever so slightly. “Good morning, handsome” you spoke.

“Good morning, darling. What in the hells happened last night?” He responded, turning towards you with a smirk on his face. “Did I get as lucky as I hope I did?” Sober Astarion was back, that was for certain.

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sing for me (soft dom!astarion x fem sub!tav)

contents: 18+ ONLY, MDNI, anxiety, slight exhibitionism, oral (female recieving), fingering, unprotective p in v sex, creampie, precum, almost getting caught in the act, edging/orgasm denial, astartion being a little shit, sweet fluff at the end word count: 2,499

authors note: this is a lovely request from @koalamuffin, thank you so much, darling! i hope you enjoy! sorry it took so long waa ;-;

lots of these quotes are from my prompt list! if you’d like to request one of your own, or come up with your own that you’d like, my asks are currently open!

“Astarion…” You groaned in a whisper, trying desperately not to make too much noise.

It had only been five minutes since you’ve come to bed with Astarion in his tent. You just wanted to sleep to get ready for another long day in the Shadow Cursed Lands tomorrow, but he had other plans.

Within moments of you entering his tent and laying down next to him, an innocent cuddle soon turned into him gripping your breasts mercilessly, swiping his nimble thumbs over your hardened peaks through your shirt. You found yourself subconsciously grinding your ass against his already rock hard cock, trying to make some friction.

Your face was flushed a deep red and your breathing was low and heavy, eventual whimpers escaping your lips. A dark chuckle left your beloved as he drug his sharp fangs along the pulse point of your neck, making you yelp and clasp a hand over your mouth.

He crawled on top of you, pushing your leg to the side with his, getting between your legs. You shuddered as one of his hands trailed down your sternum and just above the waistline of your small clothes. You gripped his hand, stopping him. He pulled away just enough to look into your eyes, a worried expression on his beautiful face.

“Shall I stop, darling?” He asked, concerned.

His words made your heart soar. He always made sure you were comfortable, no matter how turned on you both were. “N-No, don’t stop… I just don’t want anyone hearing…” You whispered, gesturing over to the campfire. Lae’zel, Wyll, and Shadowheart circled around it on their bedrolls, sleeping peacefully. A wicked smirk grew on his face as he took your wrist and pinned it above your head, staring deeply into your being with his almost glowing red eyes. He scoffed at your remark as he leaned down toward you once more, his lips ghosting yours.

“Please, darling. It’s not like they haven’t heard you before,” He purred softly. His lips brushed against yours with every word he spoke, cold air hitting you. 

You were about to object when he suddenly slipped his hand under your small clothes, running his middle digit up your slit to part your lips. You held your hand over your mouth once again, struggling not to make any noise. He growled softly as he felt your arousal drench his finger. He pulled his hand away briefly, making you whine. He brought the digit in between his lips and sucked on it, tasting your slick. He groaned as he tasted it, closing his eyes. Seeing how obsessed with how you tasted always got you riled up, but the way he savored it in this moment, moaning around his own finger sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, your arousal now sticking between your thighs.

He pulled his finger away and sighed blissfully. “Delicious…” He whispered breathlessly. You flushed at his words and pressed your thighs together in embarrassment, looking away shyly. You felt his icy fingertips on your chin as he turned your head to face him, clicking his tongue.

“Ah, ah, ah, no… Look at me,” He purred softly. You held his gaze as he slowly kissed down your body, leaving gentle nips along the way. “Gods, you are intoxicating… You truly were made just to ruin me, darling,” He trailed down your body, kissing down your stomach until he reached your hips. He took the waistband of your small clothes in between his teeth and pulled them down. You trembled as you lifted your hips so they could slide off of you. You glanced over at the campfire once again, making sure no one was waking up.

Astarion took hold of your chin again, bringing you back to the present. “Darling, keep those pretty eyes on me, hm?,” He said softly. You whimpered at his words and nodded, watching him intently.

You nibbled on your bottom lip in anticipation, your face beet red and your chest heaving. You were tired of him torturing you, you needed him now.

 He chuckled at your state then gazed between your legs. Your arousal was very apparent; the sweet sticky liquid dripping from you and staining the bedroll underneath you. He hummed in approval and kissed down each thigh gently, starting just below your knees and making his way down agonizingly slowly. 

Your breath hitched as he kissed the soft flesh and bucked your hips, hoping to meet your lower lips with his. He chuckled once again, grabbing your hips and forcing them down to keep you still. 

“Desperate, are we?” He purred, smirking up at you. You shamelessly nodded, trying to buck your hips once again. “Please…” You whispered, feeling yourself clench around nothing. The emptiness inside you was too much to bear. He hummed, thinking to himself. “Beg,” He said nonchalantly as he started to back away from you, not giving you anything until you obeyed him.

You looked at him hungrily, your eyebrows furrowed and nibbling once again on your lip. He let out a long frustrated sigh as he gazed at you.

“Don’t look at me like that. You know what that does to me, pet.” He whispered in a growl, a smirk growing on his face. “How do you expect me to give you what you want if you don’t ask, hm?”

You whined as you threw your head back in frustration. “Astarion… Please… Taste me. Taste all of me, I want your tongue…” You whimpered, spreading your sex open for him and revealing your wetness. He gazed upon your cunt and licked his lips. His eyes shot back up to you and smirked wider, revealing his pearly white fangs.

“Good girl.”

He made no hesitation to lower his mouth to your sex, placing a soft kiss on your clit before gliding his tongue against your twitching entrance to your clit, swirling his tongue around you. You arch your back and bite your knuckle, gasping softly. You made sure to glance every now and then over to the camp while he was busy lapping you to double check to see if anyone had woken up. 

He took your clit between his lips and sucked gently, flicking his tongue along it while it was in his mouth. An icy cold finger soon found your entrance and pushed in very shallowly, only to his first knuckle. You breathed heavy, trying your best not to make any noise. You held hard eye contact with Astarion as he continued to torture you with his tongue and finger, his dark red orbs piercing into you.

All of a sudden he pushed his finger into you and curled it, immediately pushing against your special spot. You gasped loudly and that’s when you heard it, a groggy noise coming from Wyll. You sat up abruptly, keeping your eye on him as he sat up from his bedroll, which was facing away from you. You had woken him up…

“What in the Hells was that…” Wyll asked himself, scratching the back of his head and looking around.

Astarion sat up with you and pressed his palm tightly against your mouth, glaring at you hungrily. His finger continued to pump in and out of you slowly, making your legs shake. The feeling of him finger fucking you mixed with the anxiety of getting caught in the act was a brutal feeling. And it excited Astarion beyond belief.

He was quick to add another finger when Wyll stood, grunting and stretching as he watched the campfire, completely oblivious.

“Mmh…” You moaned against Astarion’s hand and he leaned in toward your ear, whispering. “Sshh… You don’t want to wake everyone, do you?” You shook your head, daring not to make another sound. You both watched Wyll as he sauntered around camp for a few moments, looking to see if he could find the source of the sound that had awoken him. Astarion’s pace quickened every time he got closer to the tent, torturing your needy cunt and trying to get you to make a sound. You shut your eyes tightly and desperately tried to focus on anything but the pleasure you were receiving.

Astarion saw how hard you were trying to keep quiet and smiled sweetly at you, whispering once again in your ear to praise you. “Very, very good, darling…” Your breath slightly hitched, causing Wyll to turn around once again, a curious look on his face. Astarion stopped his pace on you abruptly. 

“Quiet. Now.” He whispered, a slight growl in his voice. He pressed his palm to your mouth tighter as Wyll decided to awaken Shadowheart and Lae’zel. He quickly explained to them that he had heard strange noises and thought they should investigate. The two women groaned as they lazily started gearing up and headed towards the forest, to investigate something they would never find.

Astarion slowly withdrew his hand from your face and you sighed in relief. You looked at him and giggled softly. “That was close…” You said, another pent up sigh leaving you. He chuckled darkly as he pushed you onto your back once again, crawling between your legs. “You’ve got to be more careful, dear…” He purred. “But no matter, now you get to sing as loud as you want.”

He quickly rid himself of his pants, revealing his almost painfully hard cock. Precum dripped from the tip and the delicious vein running up the side of his shaft was throbbing.

You felt your mouth start to water at the sight, starting to reach for it. He took your hand and pinned it to your side, shaking his head. “No, no, dear… This is about you,” He smiled devilishly down at you. He pulled back slightly to line his fingers up with your entrance once again, teasing you by shallowly fucking you with them. 

“Now, remind me, if you will… What is it you wanted, again?” He smirked. He loved hearing you beg, it assured him that you trusted him enough to control your pleasure. Just the fact alone that you entrusted him with that was enough to make his cock throb violently.

You whined, refusing to put up a fight this time because the heat in your core was almost painful. You wanted nothing more than for him to make you come over and over again. “Please, my love… I need your fingers inside me. I want you so bad… Please.” Suddenly he was knuckle deep inside you, mercilessly curling his fingers up and against your g spot. You moaned softly, knowing your party could still hear you if you were too loud. 

This made Astarion growl in frustration, his pace quickening inside you. His thumb moved up to rub your clit gently.

“Louder, pet. Sing for me,” He purred, honey dripping from his words. Your frustration was too intense to argue, so you let out a slightly louder moan. “A-Astarion…!” A successful laugh bubbled from his throat, quickly moving down your body to replace the thumb on your clit with his mouth once again. 

“Yes… Louder.”

Your moans and whimpered crescendoed as you felt your core tighten, your orgasm quickly approaching. Suddenly, he slowed his movements on you, earning him a frustrated groan from you. “No, no, no… Not yet, my love,” He purred. “You don’t get to come until my cock is deep inside you, do you understand?” You looked down at him with a scowl on your face, beet red flushed your entire face and creeped down your neck and you were lightly sweating. You were done playing his little games. 

“Then give me your cock, godsdammit!” You whined loudly, your chest heaving. His eyes widened and he chuckled. “Ah, so the pup has a bite after all, hm? Alright… I suppose you’ve been good enough,” He said, withdrawing his fingers and sitting on his knees between your legs. 

He took his cock and smeared your overflowing juices on his tip, lubing himself up. He lined himself up with your clenching entrance, hissing through his teeth. You watched him intensely, your breath hitching at every movement he made. He looked at you with hungry, half lidded eyes as he slowly rolled his hips, pushing just the tip inside. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the delicious stretch of him as he pushed further and further into you. He sighed blissfully as he became fully sheathed inside you, enjoying your warmth for a moment before he quickly thrust himself in and out of you, the sound of your skin slapping together filling the quiet night.

You wrapped your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck, pulling him flush against you. You breathlessly whimpered, choked out moans eventually passing your lips, not caring about the volume anymore. He grunted as he laid wet sloppy kisses on your neck, gently grazing the soft skin with his fangs, not enough to draw any blood however. “That’s it, darling… Just like that,: He purred in your ear, reaching down and rubbing your clit as he continued to thrust deeply into you, reaching places you didn’t even know existed. 

Your core tightened again at his praise. You clenched tightly around him, earning you a growled “Fuck…” from him. Your vision blurred and your body tensed as your orgasm quickly approached again. “A-Astarion, please… I need to come, please!” You pleaded, lightly scratching at his back and being mindful of his scars. He moaned as his hips started to stutter and become uneven. “Gods… Yes, darling,” He growled. “Come with me, my sweet. Be my good girl and come with me.”

Your legs trembled with the intensity of an earthquake as your orgasm clashed through your body. You gripped onto him tightly as your eyes squeezed shut, a mix between a moan and a scream escaping you. You drenched his hips with your come as he filled you with his, a loud moan leaving him as well. You both bathed in the afterglow for a few moments, panting and gripping onto each other. He pulled away slightly to look at you and cup your cheek, which was damp with sweat. You opened your eyes to look at him, tears formed at the corners of your eyes and a little drool dripping from your mouth. He chuckled and placed a kiss on your forehead. 

“Look at you, such a pretty little mess…” He said softly with his usual honeyed voice. You giggled shyly and pecked the tip of his beautiful nose. “Y-Your fault,” You mumbled breathlessly. He chuckled once again and slowly pulled out of you, looking down at his masterpiece, smiling. 

He flopped down next to you on his back and you curled up to him, mumbling a soft “I love you…” as you fell asleep on his chest. He smiled and quickly grabbed a blanket, covering you both and pressed another kiss to your head.

“I love you too, darling. Now rest… We have a long day tomorrow.”

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Baldur’s Gate

My Series -

~Fem!Reader x Halsin~ Echoes of Love and Loss ~ complete

Astarion -

~Gn!Reader x Astarion~ Something Borrowed, Something New - Fluff- Both you and Astarion have spent many months searching for something to allow him to walk in the sun again. However, you’ve had absolutely no luck. Who knew that the solution to your problems would come from just a little teasing

~Fem!Reader x Astarion~ Making It Our Own - Smut/NSFW - Astarion has made the incredible decision to settle down, buying a shop to run a fabric business. The place is definitely a fixer upper, but that doesn’t seem to be the Vampire’s biggest problem. It doesn’t quite feel like his own and he knows exactly how to fix that

~Gn!Reader x Sub!Astarion~ Unwind - Smut/NSFW - Astarion has been stressed lately, his embroidery business completely taking off. Between orders and customers, he’s sure his entire neck is full of knots. Luckily, you have something to help him unwind

Gale -

~Fem!Reader x Gale ~ Mage Hand - Smut/NSFW - Gale has been trying out a few new spells now that the world isn’t, well… ending. Ones that he didn’t deem useful in the chaos of his adventure. The latest one he’s learned intrigues you more than him. Doesn’t everyone need a helping hand?

Halsin -

~Fem!Reader x Halsin~ Bedtime Stories ~ Smut/NSFW - Halsin has ran himself ragged with bedtime stories, his charges demanding to hear a tale or two every night. He comes to you for help, hoping you have a few stories to spare. Unfortunately, this simple ask is going to leave the two of you with very little sleep tonight.

~ Fem!Reader x Halsin~ Rutting season ~ Smut/NSFW - After learning as much as you can about your Druid, surely there’s nothing about him you dont know about. Or could he be hiding a kink that you’re just dying to try?

Polyamorous! pairings -

~Gn!Reader x Astarion x Halsin ~ I’ll love you forever ~ Fluff/Angst - Being in a relationship with your pale elf and bear is easy. Coming to terms with how short your human lifespan is compared to yours? Definitely much harder.

~FemOmega!Reader x Beta!Astarion x Alpha!Halsin ~ Cold Relief ~ Smut/NSFW - Your heat is coming, and it’s coming on fast. Much too fast to hide it from your companions

Headcannons -

~ You fall into their laps accidentally

~ Giving and receiving flowers from them

~ Jealousy

~ Teasing them

~ Are we married now?

~ The Gentle Drow

~ Can we have a baby?

~ Can I touch your ears?

~ Tiefling and their Pale Elf

~ Picnic

~ Wedding Day

~ Being a Dad

~ How they like to kiss

~ What makes them blush

~ How they take care of you when you’re sick

~ How to tell they’re falling for you

Blurbs -

~ Bubbles and Ducks - After a long day, every throuple needs a way to relax

~ Ever the Gentleman - Wyll wont get to be the most charming one. Not with you around

~ Serenade - Baldur’s Gate men and their silver tongued bard

~ Revivify - Halsin wont lose you. Not today

~ Secret Turn Ons - What makes the Baldurs Gate men squirm?

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“Antics of the Newly Ascended:” ✨🩸What it must have been like right after the Rite for… everyone…

Ascended Astarion x F!Reader | E | 4.4K of “Ascension Puberty” and Smut

Summary: “I can’t yet speak its language…” Astarion doesn’t know all his powers, despite the title of Vampire Ascendant, despite having a Bride at his side. Suppose these manifest themselves surprisingly, even awkwardly… a bit of comedy and smut.

CW: awkward campmates, Vampires stuck on the ceiling, peacock-preening Ascendant Lords, Bride/Spawn Tav also learning what it means to be a vampire, and the hot smut that always delivers (oral sex, hand job, anal fingering, blood kink, dom and sub!Astarion)

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The First Day…

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A/N: Mostly, I consider this Astarion’s Ascension puberty, that awkward time he’s getting to know his “changing” body… and how it might surprise him sometimes. In my own play-thru, it strikes me that after the Rite, it’s just life as usual for everyone. I like to think there are some lingering feelings and learning curves… so here is some comedy and smut (a gift to @marimosalad because the double stimulation towards the end was her amazing idea 😘)

Not quite “The Rogue You Were” maybe a prequel

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You had heard he had demanded his own room now at the Elfsong. Wyll had told you, his one good eye rolling in its socket with ire. “His Lordship demanded a separate chamber for him and his.. consort,” he had spat the word out with disgust in your direction, “one that befits his new status and power of Vampire Ascendant.” Wyll sneered, put out, jilted. That forever part of him that was a monster hunter and hero still unable to wrap his mind around what you did for love. “You best not keep him waiting, Consort.”

Someday, the Blade of Frontiers might understand. But not today, not one day into Astarion’s reign as Ascendant and your new immortal life at his side.

Now you creep outside his door, just one room over. The same he had stolen you away to last night… when you became his, when you died to be reborn his consort. He had pointedly refused to really call you spawn. And while the memories of that night were hazy, aside from the most glorious sex of your existence, you knew whatever was done was done.

You waited, your hearing even sharper now, heightened as vampire. From behind the door you hear groaning, grunts of effort, and sighs of exertion.

And you frown. Could he really be… taking care of himself… after everything you had done with him last night? Even now this evening, with you merely a wall away? Like you wouldn’t come running for pleasure if he called for you, with or without compelling?

You knock on the door. Hard. Furious. If your heart still beat, it would be racing in rage.

“Leave me,” he barks back.

“Astarion,” you hiss. And then you knock harder. “Let me in.”

Inside, you hear scrambling, boots scraping on wood. A messy hurry of activity punctuated by curses.

If you hadn’t been there yesterday, hadn’t felt the lives of so many flow into your beloved, hadn’t been spattered by Cazador’s blood yourself as the same Infernal ruins were carved in his flesh… you would scoff at the suggestion Astarion was at all changed.

You finally hear the door handle unlock, and riding the swell of your self-righteous anger, you burst in.

“After all I have done for you… all I did to get you that Ascension, all the times I spread my legs, you insist on…”

You freeze. The door behind you shuts by magic. And looking up beside you, you see why. “Astarion,” you begin, much quieter, trying to stifle a laugh, if only from the pure irritation that seethes on his sharp face, “why are you on the ceiling?”

He hangs upside down, that mess of silver curls near standing on their ends. His face is flushing, that newly reborn heart letting all that magnificent, ascendant blood rush to his head. He folds his arms and spreads his legs. As if he could be intimidating while being inverted.

“I told you this morning, my treasure, it will take some time to become acquainted with my new self.”

You scan the room, skin tingling at the memories of pleasure not one day ago. And yet, here he was being more ridiculous than ever before. “So… the private room isn’t just for mind-blowing sex now that you and I are joined for eternity…” you fight the smirk on your lips as his upside down glower deepens. “It’s so you have some privacy as you… practice.”

“Don’t you dare… tell the others,” he growls, pure irritation and annoyance seething in his voice.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, my love,” you chuckle, extending your arm above your head as you walk beneath him. “Need a hand, my beloved vampiric master?”

He pouts, grumbling, but reluctantly reaches to grab you. His fingers wrap into yours, that warm touch of his still shocking and foreign. You pull with all your might, feeling his body release from the ceiling, floating as you tug him down until his feet rest beside yours.

He’s fuming, chest rising and falling beneath that elegantly embroidered tunic he has taken to wearing.

You grin, reaching to stroke his cheek as his parlor resumes that pale luster you know and love. Cleaning your throat, you purr, “And this is where you say…”

“Take off your clothes, my beloved consort,” he smirks and sneers at once, jutting his face into yours until you feel his warm breath on your lips.

“Not until you say…” you pause, arching your brows.

You wait. His lips fluttering, eyes boring into yours with almost glowing red intensity.

“….thank you,” he finally grumbles. Barely audible.

You turn your head, cocking your ear in his direction. “I’m sorry, what was that, my lord?”

“Thank you,” he replies louder through gritted teeth.

You can’t help but have another giggle tickle your throat. “I have no doubts you’ll master your powers in time, and until then, I’ll be here for you, my love, to lend you a hand.”

He gives an annoyed sigh. “By the hells, if the others find out…” he hisses, mad at himself rather than you.

“I think I can keep my mouth shut around them, and busy doing other things around you…” you close the distance between you, small as it might be, raising on your toes to press your lips against his, despite the disdainful pout.

“Hmmm tempting, but I do find myself rather famished…” he pats you on the cheek.

You grin, tilting your neck and sweeping your hair, an offering to sate him as you always have. You hold your breath, his lips hovering over that favorite vein of his. But he merely plants a small pecking kiss. “Delicious as you are, I think I’m in need of something more… filling.”

“Food?” you balk, jaw dropping as he catches your hand and opens the door.

“All of man’s appetites and desires are mine again, and after two-hundred years of food like ash and wine like vinegar, it’s time I started tasting all life has to offer.”

He turns, his face grins in power, but there is something in his eyes. Giddy, almost childish in excitement, like waking to presents on your birthday. It lasts a flickering second before he turns his head. You follow, hand held in his warm grip, led back into the common rooms. The scent of roast pork and vegetables fills the air. He lets your hand drop, making quick strides to the serving table before carving himself a huge hunk of meat off the carcass and ladling a pile of potatoes on the side of his dish.

“Well,” Wyll comments as the vampire settles down in a seat, “never thought I’d see the day when a vampire joins the feast with more than a goblet of blood.”

“First time for everything Wyll,” he croons in reply, taking a hearty bite just for emphasis. He doesn’t even wait to swallow completely before he continues. “First time a vampire ascendant has feasted, or existed, at all, don’t you forget.”

“I doubt you’ll let us,” Karlach teases before taking a sip of ale as ripples of laughter break out.

A bit nervously.

You look at the food, your stomach more than hungry, but… You recall as you lick your lips and catch your new fang on your tongue by accident, it’s not just food you crave.

You hear your name from the group, Karlach again breaking the chatter, “Hurry up, dish yourself a plate and get moving soldier. It’s not the same without you!”

You pick up the knife and begin to carve, but nagging thoughts won’t shut up. Can you even eat this? Can you ever feel full again? Can it ever be the same again, now that you’ve binded yourself to immortality?

A hand rests on yours, Astarion moving your hand in his to finish cutting a slice of pork for your dish, spooning out a helping on the side of the rest. “Eat, my treasure,” he orders softly with that sly smile. “Things won’t be all that different for you now.” You look into his eyes. Sincerity, pride, a flicker of concern. “Things will be different for you than when I was a spawn. You are mine, your veins hold my blood, ascendant blood. And besides, if this doesn’t fill you to bursting, my dearest pet, I suppose I’ll just have to offer you something else in the privacy of our room later.”

You arch a brow, stomach growling at the promise. “I hope you mean more than your cock, Astarion.”

He just grins wider. Feral and sly. Then he places a hand at your back and brings you to the rest of your party. You can sense the relief among everyone else once you sit down on the little couch, Astarion settling so close beside you, your arms rub with every movement. But that is nothing new.

Everyone falls right back into that perfected camaraderie, the only thing missing in the inn is a campfire. The banter and the toasting and the storytelling of the day's events to those who remained behind.

Tonight was no different… and yet, everything was.

Your ears seem to hear every word in the room, more sensitive, more overwhelming. Your stomach gnaws on itself, the plate of food on your lap untouched yet. And then, there is the utterly unfamiliar sound beside you, the gnashing of Astarion’s teeth as he bites into his food with abandon. You watch from the corner of your eye. He can’t seem to shovel it in fast enough… like a man who hasn’t had a morsel to eat in two-hundred years. It’s so… strange. Watching his jaw work furiously, watching the juice of his meal trickle from the corner of his mouth.

Not unlike when he has fed on you, you laugh inwardly. You reach your thumb to clean it for him, and it makes him turn, cheeks full of food, eyes smiling. He takes your thumb in his hand, pressing the juice to your own lips. A silent command to suck. You close your eyes, savoring the brush of his warm touch, hiding your sight from having to observe the others watching you.

You part your lips and suck… stomach rolling in hunger, appetite thoroughly whet with just that drop on your tongue.

You feel his face press against your ear to whisper, “Different for you than it was for me, my treasure…”

You shake him off, too hungry for sensuality, digging into your meal and joining the banter slowly.

Astarion remains mostly silent, laughing to himself here and there. Other than him eating and drinking, he is right however, it isn’t all that different now, you observe. Not yet anyway.

Not until he has you alone in your rooms once more. Hands gripped hard into your hair, cock thrusting down your throat as you kneel before him. You gag and sputter, sucking greedily. Indulging him. Letting him feel that power he’s gained in his life for once. His wild smile as he watches you taking him in so well makes you practically drip on the floor from between your legs. He pants relentlessly, growling praises over you, his little love, his good girl, his greedy consort.

New words, new titles, same obsession.

Same fingers caressing your jaw as it works eagerly, same touch clawing into the back of your head.

Only now his cock pulses with his heart, his skin flushed, his cum warm when it inevitably trickles down the back of your throat.

You swallow, pursing your lips around his cock so he feels every little ripple of your cheeks, your throat. Astarion pants above you, and you can count every one of his heart beats through his shaft in your mouth. “Glorious little love,” he manages to speak, swallowing to wet his throat. “Claiming a kingdom is nothing compared to the sight of claiming you on your knees, darling…”

Two fingers slip under your chin, pressing firmly to release his cock from the wet of your mouth. “On your feet, my love,” he smirks. “Time to give your master all his tribute.”

“You are enjoying this far too much, Astarion,” you purse your lips, smiling faintly and tauntingly as you do stand. “I think you should allow me to choose how you receive your… what did you call it?” You plant your hands on the expanse of his shoulders, feeling the muscles moving under your touch as he reaches to grip into the swell of your ass.

“Tribute,” he purrs, squeezing that fullness commandingly in his palms.

“Oh yes, that,” you tease, devious twists to your lips as you give him a firm shove. But he holds tight, sending you both backwards into the bed. His chuckle rumbles in his chest beneath you. “Why doesn’t my lord make himself… comfortable,” you whisper into his pointed ear, watching it twitch as you run your tongue up its long edge.

“What do you have in mind to please me, my treasure?”

You press him down, clambering on his sprawled, flawless body beneath you, your hands closing around his wrists. His smile says it all as he lets you pin him, arms bent around his mess of silver locks. “You’re so… hot,” you moan, sliding yourself over his erection, feeling it jolting as your body slathers it in arousal.

“I know,” he tilts his head, flashing his fangs and grinding into your folds.

“No, I mean…” His eyes narrow, a flicker of suspicion. “Yes,” you correct with a giggle. “You are heartbreakingly handsome, devastatingly beautiful, ruinous…”

“Better,” he preens with a feral grin. “But you meant my body, my skin, my newly beating heart…”

“It is… different,” you hum, nuzzling into his neck, caressing those two little circular scars that made him what he is. His pulse beats against you, a steady drumming that still startles you.

“Almost as different as the way you make me even harder, darling, now that the mere sight of you demands instant arousal…” His hips buck through your folds again, just to demonstrate. “Now… about your adulation and homage that’s long overdue to your lord and master…”

“Shh,” you press a finger to his thick, wicked, smirking lips. Slinking down, a toss of your hair over one shoulder, and you meet his crimson eyes, dilated wide and glazed with his lust. Gently, you sweep both your hands over the sinews of his thighs, bending his knees for him.

Or, at least he lets you…

He nestles into the bed, languorous, luxuriating atop the thick covers. You let him. You can feel the difference in his being—not the power, the beat of his heart or the tingle of untamed magic that dances erratically in his touch from time to time.

He’s free. Not a care in the world. No fear, no anxiety, not even a trace of suspicion that he might be caught and forced back into hell under Cazador. He has everything now. Even you. Especially you.

You hover there, arms propped up over his hips, the tip of his cock wavering against your breasts as you just observe him. His lips twitch into a smile. “It’s rude to keep your lover waiting, you know…” he purrs. You chuckle. That veneer of power, that rasp and roll in his voice, a performance to sway you.

Not that you need it.

But it will be fun cracking that veneer all the same. You let your hands roam his body, massaging and caressing the powerful muscles of his legs. Their every definition you know by heart now, the glide of his skin on yours a nightly comfort and pleasure for you both.

Your new eyes can count every beat of his heart in his veins, your ears can almost hear that rush of blood pumping, making him achingly hard for you. And it makes you lick your lips. You lap inside his left thigh, bringing a giggle to his throat. “Don’t think I’ll leave you hungry, my pet, but pleasure first.”

“Say please,” you taunt, grazing your new fangs over his skin. As he has done to you a thousand times before.

“What?” he drolls, raising his head a little, your hand flying to the hard planes of his belly to hold him down.

“Say… please… my lord,” you smirk into his thigh, laughing to yourself as you mix submission into your demand.

“Eager to test your new powers as well? Can’t say I’m surprised…” he feigns a dramatic huff. “Alright pet, just this once. Give me my pleasure first…” he places a hand at the back of your neck, drawing you back between his legs, “…please.”

“Good boy,” you rasp before running your tongue up his shaft. You dip your lips over that seeping head of his, his groan of pleasure reverberating in his chest. Your hand, your mouth take him in deeply again, resuming a more delicate pressure, a gentler pace than he demanded of you before. It relaxes him, slowing his pleasure as you feel his skin heating all the more.

And you take full advantage of his ease.

You press a thumb over the tight little pursing of his ass. Instantly making him shake and groan. Both your hands play in tandem, drawing louder and louder hisses from his slack mouth as you beat his cock and circle that hole.

He squirms at the unexpected contact. A pant of need sounds from his mouth. You run your hand through your folds, covering your hand in your own slick, and he laughs knowing full well what you’re doing.

But that laughter melts once you sneak a finger and then two inside him, the delicious sound of his whimpers replacing any giggles. “Gods,” he mewls, “don’t you dare stop.” He manages to speak between the grunts you pull from his throat. Thrusting your fingers deeper inside him crooking and thrusting to make him catch his breath in pleasure. You feel his cock leaking seed down your fingers already, a whine escaping his clamped lips as you find that spot inside him. Cock jolting in your touch as you thrust into him again and again.

You lose no focus on that pulsing cock as well, your hand around his shaft sliding through the lingering spit and slick you’ve left dripping on his cock. His whole body shakes, and you can’t take your eyes off the way he’s coming undone. You’ve given up sucking him, your lips sore at any rate.

Instead, your hands work a magic on him, sweat beading on brow, fangs biting his own lips until they bleed. He clutches the bedding in his fists, and you watch as every vein in his arms strain to the surface with the exertion.

Hips buck in time with your fist around his cock, ass sinking back down on your fingers as he plummets back down each time. “More. I’d like more,” he groans hard, head wagging back and forth. You feel his muscles clenching around your fingers, and you slink another one inside, a louder whimper of approval is your praise. Words have failed him as he can do nothing now but ride the growing wave of pleasure you have sent washing over his oh-so-mighty and ascended form.

His balls tighten, cock shuddering in your fist as he struggles for breath. Every muscle, inside and out, goes rigid and spasms, your fingers covered as spurt after spurt of his cum erupts everywhere.

A hand flies to his face, palm over his mouth to hide the little pants he’s making as you squeeze out the last of his seed and slide your fingers out from inside.

“Is my lord… so… very… pleased?” you taunt, crawling to watch as he tries to regain composure, to salvage that dominating veneer of power.

Handsome face twitching, he can barely put two words together. “Obviously,” he manages to eke the word out. “That was…” he pauses to pant, body still shaking beneath you with the last tremors of his climax, “…amazing.” His arm comes to pull you into his chest, to press your supple, if cold to the touch, body into his embrace.

You hear it, the racing of his heart as you rest your head on his chest beside it. A slice of envy, of uncertainty, slices into your heart and twists your gut. And from the way his hand paws through your hair and down your back, you’re sure he’s readying himself for another round.

You swallow, hesitant, your thighs clenching as his hand begins to snake between them. He senses it, your unwitting reluctance. That familiar yet unfamiliar warm touch ghosting higher on your leg. “Darling,” he purrs into the top of your head, “something the matter?”

You shake your head even as your words scramble their own way out. “Last night,” you whisper almost inaudibly, “you said you would miss my warm flesh…”

“And…?” He lets the question hang in the air. Lets you speak the rest of it on your own tongue.

“Do you?” you mutter, unable to look into his face, bracing yourself for the worst.

“Not if it means I can plunder you for all your riches for all eternity, my treasure,” he croons, slowly rolling you on your back. Crushing you with his wiry frame until you wriggle against his every inch. “But, if you’re truly worried about how delicious you’ll feel…” he holds his wrist up to your mouth, “why don’t you break in those virgin fangs, my pet?”

“You mean?” you finally look up, the hunger in his eyes, the pride to see you licking your own new-formed sharpened teeth.

“I do indeed, my dark consort,” he smirks so wickedly, your own hunger for his blood and his body flames to life. It blinds you as you look into his eyes. “You’ll only need a taste,” he grins with a rakish tilt of his head, “I swear it.”

He presses the inside of his wrist to your lips, that warm skin brushing you with its softness. You can hear it, even in that small span of his wrist. Thump… thump… it makes your stomach flare, an empty pit, hungrier than you ever were for food.

And just for him.

You press your fangs into his skin. Hesitant.

A firm grip snakes behind the back of your neck, his laughter in your ear as he shoves you into his flesh harder.

Hard enough to pierce him, to let his blood flow on your tongue and tingle your mouth with its power. Rich and delicious, sweet and tanged with just the same flavor as his scent. You suck, greedily, a vague feeling you’ve tasted it before.

His other hand rubs up the back of your head, lacing his commanding touch through your hair, cradling you, keeping you feeding. His eyes flicker shut, tongue licking his lips before his mouth goes slack in his own pleasure.

He likes the way it feels, having you feast on him, drinking down his ascendant blood to pool in your belly.

“Can you feel it?” he murmurs, “my power flowing in your veins… my heart beating in your breast.” His hand ghosts down over your shoulder to cup firmly around that breast. “Your skin is flushing, your folds will swell even fuller the more you take me inside you…”

You release your mouth, a moan slithering from your sticky throat as his fingers pluck and play with your nipple.

“There is no one more worthy of this than you, my little love,” he slides his wrist from your lapping tongue, fingers clawing loosely around your throat to lift you against his own hungering lips. “You need not fear anything, I told you, not even the worry that your immortal flesh would ever repel me, my darling.”

You curl into his arms, letting his warmth seep through you, inside and out. His kiss dances slowly with your lips, his tongue licking all his blood from your fangs and lips. A hum of satisfaction rumbling in his throat, “Mmm… You taste… divine…”

“You mean… you taste divine, my love,” you laugh into his kiss. You place your hand against his neck, softly pushing him off of you.

“I do indeed,” he purrs, his knee shoving your thigh to the side, spreading you wider. “As do you, if I may?” His silver brow arches, wry and mischievous. You tilt your head, your neck already sore from last night, from where he sucked you dry. You hiss, delicious pain slicing through you, his fangs in your neck burying the same moment his cock sheaths into your folds.

Hip undulating slowly, he drinks noisily behind your ear. And you do feel on fire, burning as hot as him, the friction of his thrusts, the trickle of your blood down your neck… they scald you.

They make you feel alive in his arms, alive with him fucking between your thighs.

It’s enough to shatter you in a matter of moments, his lips barely off your bleeding neck before you clench and spam around his pulsing cock. Your voice tears from your throat in a scream. So much fuller and hotter than ever he felt inside your walls. Thicker. Heating you from within. The pressure drives you wild, your climax more intense than ever as you writhe beneath him, as stars cover your vision and pleasure steals your breath.

He laughs again, that tickled giggle to watch you panting to catch your breath, barely able to make a sound more than a whimper yourself. “That’s right, my pet, let them all hear you through these flimsy walls….”

You laugh, breathy and quick, wrapping your thighs tightly around his waist. “So quick to forget what I managed to reduce you to?” You steal a hand back to his clenching ass, returning your touch to that tight little hole.

He gasps, biting his lips as if to keep himself from crying out again. “Don’t you ever tell them,” he growls, smiling with that predacious gleam in the crimson of his eyes.

“I don’t need to,” you can’t help but laugh, letting the words already in your mind already make you smile. Even if they are his own… even if he just might make you pay deliciously for them for the rest of the night, “given the noise you made, I’m sure they already know…”

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