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nyx-nacks · 1 month
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gale barely alive due to his sexy husband
reblogs appreciated very much
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nyx-nacks · 1 month
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I think we are not talking enough about Astarion's low grunts of pleasure during the kisses. and his long satisfied sighs afterwards
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and in case if you were wondering there are two types of moans and sights for each kiss. the ones where he grunts more, and the ones where he sighs in the end. one of those versions on the video 🤍
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nyx-nacks · 1 month
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Your knees crack against the hardwood floor of your chambers. The wood beneath them is warm, yet a shiver rushes down your spine as Astarion stretches the collar out before you.
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You are Astarion’s spawn. His lover. His pet.
You should know better than to misbehave.
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nyx-nacks · 1 month
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“I .. we all… the .. the orb… what have I done… I was ready to .. to kill us all…”
“Shhhh my love, you didn’t. We’re here, and you’re safe.”
Gale’s grip tightens as he looks up as the first rays of dawn, the first breaths of a new day, hitting Tav’s watery eyes. “I would have condemned the the brightest of stars to death. What a fool I have been….”
Really bummed we didn’t get a sad Gale/panicked Gale after moonrise towers. No matter! Here’s my rendition of what that could’ve looked like for any galemancers missing the angst 🥹 Anyone feeling inspired enough to wrists a fic?? I’ll trade you some art!
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nyx-nacks · 2 months
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“Every part of you, whispers sweet temptation.” He drags his fingertips along your exposed stomach, the touch ignites the flames in your blood anew. “The only trouble is deciding where to begin.”
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In another life, Astarion would have led you to his Master’s crypt instead of a pretty clearing in the forest. At least, that is what he was supposed to do.
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nyx-nacks · 3 months
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His breath is heavy as he says, “I want you to taste me.”
Your eyes flit down to the bulge straining against his breeches.
“No.” He drags your gaze upwards with a finger hooked under your chin. “I want you to taste me.”
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You are Astarion’s most beloved spawn. Tonight, he offers you his blood and his devotion.
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nyx-nacks · 3 months
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“Every inch of you is divine,” he murmurs, his voice coated in carnal intent. “I want nothing more than to worship you. Here. Forever.”
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Astarion is cut up and bloody after a brawl. You tend to his wounds, and then to each other.
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