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obsessivevoidkitten · 1 year ago

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In The Minotaur's Maze

Male Minotaur Yandere x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Violently painful noncon, mild bleeding from sex, size difference, belly bulge from massively huge dick, mild mention of musk, stalking, kidnapping, general yandere behavior) Word Count: 980 (Tried to make a drabble, failed again with a mini-fic instead. Oops. This is one of my very few works, so far, that is technically fanfiction as Asterion is the canon name of the Minotaur in Greek mythology.)

You were a talented explorer seeking ancient relics for fame and fortune.

You used a combination of minor magic to speak to the dead and serious investigation to discern the location of the fabled Minotaur labyrinth.

It was deep within an enchanted cave system that in many ways served as an extension of the maze hidden away within.

You carefully navigated the treacherous caves until you came upon the secret entrance. You placed your hand in the middle of a smooth wall and uttered the magic incantation.

The wall dissolved in a flash of light, and you stepped through the entrance as the stone reformed behind you. This was it. You were in the maze proper. What secrets lie ahead?

Of course, you knew the legends of Asterion the Minotaur, but he had been slain in them. And nothing could live so long anyway, especially without food.

You navigated the stone corridors easily. Despite their age, they still looked brand new. As you continued on, you occasionally heard what sounded like hooves plodding along behind you.

You pushed it from your mind. Your imagination was playing tricks.

As you stepped around a corner, you came to a wooden door and opened it. When you stepped through, gone were the twisting stone paths filled with the scent of earth.

Instead, there was an ancient style dwelling overlooking some farmland growing a variety of trees, bushes, and vines.

The door you had come through was still behind you, you closed it and from this side it looked like a door to a shed. So the labyrinth had pocket dimensions… You had heard about them in passing. You wondered how large it was. The realm may look like an idyllic farm on earth, but if you went far enough away, you'd surely hit an invisible wall.

Perhaps the door to the house would lead further into the dungeon.

As you got closer, you realized how large it was. When you pushed the big door open, it actually was a house. Albeit with furniture that was made for someone very large.

Suddenly, you felt a hot breath at your neck. You turned to find the very large, naked Minotaur staring down at you. He was a hairy wall of muscle. One with the head of a bull, complete with metal tipped horns. His legs were covered in dark fur and ended in large hooves, and his full nutsack dangled beneath a frighteningly large prick.

Before you could react, the Minotaur grabbed you and pulled off all your clothing.

You had no idea how Asterion could have survived all this time. He had been killed!

But apparently, he hadn't gotten the memo.

In the past, he had consumed most humans that wandered into his labyrinthine prison, but you were bravely entering his home, his nest.

You weren't cowering like the old sacrifices. Well, you weren't before he grabbed you anyway.

That, combined with him being in rut and driven insane by thousands of years of isolation, made him not consider you as a meal for even a moment. You were firmly in the mate category in his brain.

So small and cute.

You writhed and fought to get out of his grasp but he ignored your greatest efforts as if they were nothing.

Asterion licked at your face as you pleaded with him to let you go.

He couldn't understand your language but he could guess at their meaning.

But he had no intention of ever letting this new mate of his go.

He tossed you down on the bed and you now saw what he intended to do.

His hard cock now at full arousal, as large and thick as a man's arm.

"No no no! Pleasepleasenono!!!" Your words blended together in a garbled panic as his musk hit your nose, sharp and dominating.

The only preparation your entrance received was a few gobs of slimy Minotaur saliva before he slammed inside you.

You shrieked.

It felt as though your entrance was on fire. As if it was being ripped apart.

With every thrust you shuddered in pain and sobbed. Nearly incoherent cries for mercy dribbled from your lips and fell on deaf ears.

You felt so warm and tight around him. This was just what he needed. Surely you had been sent to Asterion in his time of need by the gods. They finally, after eons, granted him mercy in the form of your insides.

So pliant to his girthy cock. Every time he dove back into you the outline could be seen in your stomach.

Tears streamed down your face as you silently wept, no longer able to scream or even babble your silly little pleas for it to stop.

Asterion wished he could tell you how well you were doing. That you were such a good cow for him. That you fit his cock so perfectly.

But he couldn't, so instead settled for licking and nibbling at your neck before wiping your tears away with his broad tongue.

With a final thrust he filled your belly visibly cum.

When he pulled out a torrent of his seed rushed down your thighs, it had noticeable streaks of pink from bleeding. You were such a fragile little thing compared to him.

He hadn't been able to hold back since that was the first time he had ever sought release inside of someone before, but he made note to be more careful.

Even though the breeding had stopped you were helpless. Broken. At least for the moment. You still cried silently, feeling utterly invaded and defiled.

Asterion took the time to lick you completely clean before laying down beside you and holding you close, spooning you with his mighty arm as you shook beneath it.

You came here to explore the deepest reaches of the maze... but had your deepest reaches explored instead...

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bitkahuna · 1 year ago

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I’m gonna say “fuck it” and post the first chapter of one of my fics to AO3

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pursuitseternal · 1 year ago

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Now adding depravity to AO3 🩸

“Beg me…” Ascended Astarion tells you, you naughty darling… highly NSFW drabble

Also known as I blinked and wrote 2K of dom!Ascended Astarion x turned female reader. Oops 😇😈

Ascended Astarion x f!reader |E| 2K of BDSM

Summary: you burn, waiting for his return, waiting for your punishment…. Waiting for him

CW: degradation, BDSM, bondage, orgasm denial, and the sweet satisfaction that comes with its fulfillment

Continue for your delicious recompense…

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You lay stretched on the bed, arms numb from where they are tugged tight, bound to the headboard far above you. Your legs however, you wiggle, writhing, the ache he’s left between your thighs still burning hot.

And you are powerless to do anything about it. Your folds tingle, left untouched, unsated for the hour he’s been gone. And all you’ve been allowed to do is watch as the clock ticks, left wanting as he attends to matters of state.

Punishment.

You seemed a little too friendly with some Druid, someone… you don’t even remember his name. But the smile you gave was enough to stoke Astarion’s ire and flame his jealousy. Enough to have him sweep you away and bind you to your bed. To tease you with his fingers and tongue until you were close.. so close to bursting. Only to have him pull away.

And then he ordered you… compelled you… not to lose your focus on just how badly you wanted him.

You don’t know for certain if it was your bond, as master and bride, as maker and spawn, that kept your loins absolutely on fire for him, or if it was just the magic of your lust for him.

Does it matter? Not a jot, not as you squeeze your thighs together, the sheets beneath you soaked with your arousal as you wait.

Footsteps approach your door, whimpers escaping your mouth as you tug at your bindings. The clock begins to strike the hour, its resonant chime deafening to your ears, every sense of your body burns with overstimulation. You can almost smell him on the other side of the door, the waft of spice and bergamot making your mouth water.

Making your cunt drip more down to the bed as you hear the faint click of the key in the lock.

The bolt draws back, and he enters at last. His face is cold, eyes heavy-lidded as he turns his back on you to shut the door.

And to lock it again. Pocketing the key inside his doublet.

Your heart races, a slight edge of fear spiking your pulse and clamping around your lungs.

But he only shushes you. “Oh, you naughty little girl,” he sneers. “Glad to smell you’re still so hot for me,” he croons as he turns and crosses to the bedside. Instantly, he shoves three long, cold digits into your cunt.

The hum of approval from his throat is nearly enough to send you into bliss. But he simply withdraws his touch. Not a stroke, or a curl or catch on your clit. He merely pulls away to wipe your slick on your panting belly. “There’s hope for you yet, my sweet…” his eyes flash, his body coming to cage you in, the bed buckling beneath you as he slinks over you, careful not to let one inch of his body touch yours. “….that is assuming you still want me? That you’re not ever going to throw seductive smiles and come-hither eyes at anyone else.”

“I wasn’t…” you moan, but his hand flies to cover your mouth, fingers tangy and wet from your arousal.

“Shhh, don’t you insult me by arguing,” that gaze rakes down your naked figure. His lips curl into a sad sort of smirk. “The least you can do is assure me, darling, that you are mine…”

You nod, vigorously. Your breath stifled, his palm over your mouth and nose. He lifts it away, smiling as you gasp for air. “Yours, only ever yours, my love,” you pant. You strain against the silken bonds that still pull at your wrists.

“Better,” he purrs, “much better. Your body says as much, as well. But you’ll still have to prove it, darling. Prove to me that your words are not false.” The tips of his fingers ghost down your neck, trailing feather light between your shaking breasts and circling over your clenching belly.

His hand comes to slink beneath your ass, his hand clutching hard as suddenly he flips you on the mattress. All that power surges from him, stinging your skin as your world spins. Your numb arms ache, your face buried into the silken sheets. The sounds of his clothing rustling is the only warning you get before you feel the hard, cold lines of his body coming to rest on your back.

He bears all his weight down on you. Crushing you. Suffocating you. But his kiss at the sensitive spot beneath your ear is gentle. His voice, that honeyed melody that only makes you wetter. Hotter. “Are you going to be good, my sweet, sweet little slut, so wet and needy?” He takes your ear between his teeth, his sucking kiss deafening, making your whole spine tingle and twitch under him.

You nod, breathless, pained. You moan, “yes,” wanting nothing more than to show how much you do desire him. To show him how wrong he is to doubt you. You shiver, burning and throbbing in agony. But then you feel his kisses, trailing down the curve of your spine. Heavy, sucking, they ground you. Soothe you. His hands lift your hips, holding you steady, fingers sweeping through your drenched seam, catching your clit with just enough force to make you buck against him.

“How badly do you want me, darling?” he rasps in your ear, bracing an arm by your head to press his hissing lips right against your temple. “You tell me, you beg me, and I might do something about it, my love.”

“So badly,” you buck your hips against his hand, feeling his fingers slide deep inside your channel.

He chuckles as he strokes you. “But how badly, darling?” He withdraws his hands, his tongue lapping at your ear to send tangible shivers through your frame. “Badly enough for you to beg?” Those fingers catch that secret spot only he knows between your slick walls. “Badly enough to have you on all fours, keening for me to fuck you?”

“I… beg... you…” you do keen, relief instantly flooding your core as his fingers dive right back in, as they assume a demanding pace, one finger teasing your clit with such command and precision, your vision blurs.

“Good girl… for now… but you have been such a bad, lustful slut, you know,” he purrs into the creases of your ear, the weight of his body easing as he shifts behind you, his hand caressing over every inch of you, the other still stroking deep inside, bringing you so close to your bliss, you can taste its sweetness and feel its tingling heat just starting to crest.

But then, with a low-throated giggle, he extracts his touch, “You better beg me again for my mercy, better show me you’re not just willing to spread your legs for any powerful male that comes sniffing after you…” fingers claw into the fullness of your ass, squeezing it as he growls in your ear. “After all, you were so easy to seduce, to make you mine… always so wet and greedy and eager for a fuck… maybe a little reminder of how much you’re mine is in order.”

You feel the swell of his cock’s head pressing just at the edge of your folds.

“Remind me all you want, my love, but I know I'm yours alone,” You want to cry, tears in your eyes and drool in your mouth as you moan, “So please, dammit, I beg you. I’ll only ever be yours, and you know it.”

“I do know it,” he croons, mock condescension warming his voice as he slides his length in just an inch or two before he pulls back out, “but I do just so like to hear it from those lips of yours, darling.”

“Fuck you, Astarion,” you groan as he does it again, just the bulge of his head dipping into your wetness.

“That’s what you want… isn’t it?” he taunts you, that silken wickedness in his voice, “for me to fuck you?” An arm wraps around your waist, a single finger slides between the crest of your folds to catch your clit again.

You groan, throat going sore with how loud you cry. “Yes, please, please, my love…” you pant. “My body, my smile, my glances are only for you,” you add. Praying, as he strokes you harder, dipping his cock in you shallowly again, that it’s enough.

“Oh my sweet,” he purrs, thrusting slowly until he fills you, the delicious length, the pressure finally making you whole, “now you’ll taste my mercy.” He laughs slowly. Darkly. “I hope you’ll last, hope you’ll take it like the good girl you want to be…”

Withdrawing, he slams into you, bottoming out at the edge of your channel. Pain. Pleasure. It’s all one. The saccharine relief of him buried and thrusting inside you finally soothing that burn you’ve had festering inside you for hours. You can’t even hold your head up anymore. You can barely keep your face high enough to breathe, letting him plunder you at his relentless pace. Gasping, twitching, bucking. You put all your remaining energy you haven’t had burned up with your desire for him into just riding his cock. Another catch on your clit, and you feel yourself hurling into orgasm. His hands hold you firmly up, even as you spasm and clench so hard around him, that length is almost forced out.

He laughs, slow and deep, setting you down, rolling you on your back as you still twitch with your eyes rolled back in ecstasy. “Another four orgasms should do the trick, don’t you think, my love… enough to make you learn your lesson.”

You groan, burying your mouth into the inside of your arm to hide the noise of pleasured anguish.

Slowly, languorously, he covers you with his body, its cold weight a comfort and an arousal, especially as you feel his knee tuck under yours to spread your folds wide. The breadth of his cock sweeping along the seam of your cunt.

“Four?” You gulp, already feeling another wave of climax burgeoning between your thighs. He gives a little thrust of his length over you, and then another. The hardness of his erection sweeps over you, catching every nerve that flares on fire for more in your slick. Your arms tug on the restraints, your head thrown back to press hard into the bed. Every muscle in your legs clenches, heat and pain and pleasure tingle, bursting down every nerve.

You scream as you come again, but it’s muted, covered by his own devouring mouth. “Three,” he breathes over your tongue. “Perhaps more, if you’re extra obedient, an extra good girl.” Reaching over your head, his finger slips into the silken binds around your wrists, the fabric instantly easing. Your hands fly to embrace him, your touch running up and down his back, riding the scars that cover him, gripping into the pert swell to his ass, pulling him even harder into you. You sigh, his cock returning inside you with a gentle little thrust. “My little love,” he purrs as his hand cradles your cheek softly. “Forever mine…” he gives a slow, attentive thrust, the undulation of his hips catching right on every tingling, overstimulated sensitive nerve inside you. “You’ll come for me again, won’t you? And you’ll let me come too?”

“Yes,” you moan, tangling your tongue with his. “For you my love,” you whisper into his mouth, “for you I’ll come for eternity.”

For @marimosalad ❤️

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fangsyouverymuch01 · 11 months ago

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Just friends

Summery: The hero of Baldur's Gate greatest battlefield is now drunkenly returning home from the tavern because your connection to the arcane world is dying, and it has been for months. Adding to it, is your unresolved feelings from a certain vampire you've sworn to forget.

Rolan and Lia, aiding you in your search for answers, are determined to divert your mind from troubles. Unbeknownst to you, this night is destined to change everything.

Pairing: Astarion x f!tav, Astarion x f!reader , Rolan x reader

Warnings: Fightning, sort of depressed reader, drinking, Astarion being a prick

Tags: Slow burn, friends to lovers

Note: This took way too long to write, and tbh I'm scared to publish it. Had a hard time coming up with a plot that would make sense (and yes this is the underdark/menzoberranzan fic)

Nevertheless, hope you enjoy and stick around for more parts in the future.

In front of you is an array of literature varying from books, scrolls and notes. Just like yesterday and the day before that. Picking up yet another scroll and unrolling it, the words painted on it turns into a blur. Arcane symbols dance before your eyes but the contents of the page escapes your fleeting mind and it drifts to past memories of Moonrise Towers.

“...And all I had to do was not fall for you… Which is where my nice, simple plan fell apart,” he pauses, searching for the right words to continue. “You’re incredible. You deserve something real. I want us to be something real.”

Stunned by his confession, your own voice momentarily failed you. The Elf spoke again, revealing a truth that cut through your heart like a blade.“Being close to someone - any kind of intimacy - was something I performed to lure people back for him.”

Astarion further explains his train of thought, you could see his mouth moving but not a word reached your ears. Sadness, confusion, happiness and anger; the emotions mixed and collided within you. Was your relationship built on lies? Had you somehow forced him to sleep with you? It was all so much.

“I don't know how else to be with someone, No matter how much I’d like to.”

You’d decided to remain just friends, and it had felt like the right choice. Liberating even, seeing Asterion grow into a person no longer controlled by fear. But now, you wallowed in selfishness due to your aching heart. Now it is the thing that keeps you from focusing on the task ahead. Now it is the thing keeping your from nights embrace, your body twisting and turning when the moon shone through the curtains. Now it is the numb feeling whilst faceless men sing your name between your legs. The decision, made with the intention of preserving your friendship, now felt as liberating as a chain strung to your neck.

Moreover, you haven't seen him in weeks - or could it be months? The passage of time blurs and certainly eludes you. Yet, effortlessly, his image flits into your head - bouncy white curls, piercing crimson eyes, a sharp nose and that godsdamn smirk. Interchangeable in your memory - forever young - he remains a vivid specter that refuses to fade.

Breaking your train of thought, there is a tap on your shoulder, a figure crouching over you to peer at the discoveries revealed in the scroll.

“Found anything of interest?” Rolan spoke, eyeing you from above.

“Ehm no, just lost in thought.” you replied, attempting to shake off the lingering memories that had clouded your focus.

“Well, neither have I.” he puffed out a breath of air, “My best bet is to return to the House of Grief for more answers so I could study the mirror you spoke off.”

“I’m not sure they’d warmly welcome me back after my latest visit.” you let out a strained chuckle, struck by a memory of Viconas lifeless person as Shadowhearts struck the merciless final blow to her chest.

Since your time in the House of Grief, your bond with magic has slowly dwindled. The once-familiar currents of arcane energy now seemed distant. Magic had been an extension of you, and its absence felt akin to a cruel mutilation and you were desperate to feel magic coursing through your veins once more. Your desperation had led you here - Sorcerous Sundries, for any clue or hope that you might become whole again.

"Anyhow, have you heard from Gale yet?" you inquired, seeking a distraction from your thoughts.

"He deemed Waterdeep fruitless in our search and should be arranging plans to continue in Neverwinter as we speak," Rolan replied, his eyes pacing the floorboards beneath him. "Maybe we should pause our search for today; the sun is setting, and you, my friend, are in desperate need of a drink." His suggestion hung in the air, a respite offered amidst your futile search for answers.

You had no energy to protest, you truly wanted to go, you really did. But what you needed was to dive into the mountains of untouched texts sprawled in a ring in front of you.

Lazily tracing the arcane figures, partly lost in deliberation you answer “Thank you for the offer but I shouldn’t, you go and I’ll stay here.”

"Come on, just one drink. It won't solve all our problems, but it might provide a momentary escape," he insisted, recognizing the heaviness in your gaze. "We can resume our search tomorrow with clearer minds. Trust me, it's what you need right now."

A defeated sign escapes your lips “Fine, one drink but no more than that”.

Laying a victorious touch on your arm, the tiefling grinned, "That's the spirit!" Helping you up, he proceeded, "The Elf Song in an hour; I need to run something by Lia first." With determined steps, he led you away from your search for answers in the pile of books.

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The warm light emanating from the Elfsongs' painted windows cast a glow over your figure as you linger outside the bustling door. The sound of laughter and clinking glasses weave together, that should beckon you inside but it doesn't. Nothing seems to pique your interest these days. The hero of Baldurs Gate was but a mere shell of what bards sang about and the thought of being recognized, of eyes filled with anticipation that lingers for extraordinary tales to be told - you can't stand it.

Adding to your dread, are the invasive questions about your companions - about Astarion. Head spinning and lips slowly drooping to frown, you instinctively recoil from the entrance.

With a heavy sigh, you reach into your bag, fingers wrapping around a familiar flask. The cool metal brings a small comfort, and in contrast your throat burns as you gulp down liquid courage.

Stealing yourself against the prying questions and the weight of everyone's expectations, you push open the tavern door, stepping into the warm embrace of the tavern, where Rolan and Lia await, immersed in their own stories. You offer them a weak smile as you approach the booth.

“There you are, I almost thought you wouldn’t show but I’m glad to be proven wrong.”

“Come, sit!” Lia urges, patting the cushion beside her. As you settle into the booth, you can't help but notice the curious eyes around you.

Gods no.

Instinctively, your finger twirls and you mutter a spell to cast disguise self, only to be reminded of your uselessness. A tinge of frustration tightens your jaw, quickly masked by a forced smile. You divert your gaze, hoping to shield yourself from the unwanted attention.

“What’s your poison for today?” Lia asks, a mischievous smile spreading from cheek to cheek. Her breath smells of alcohol; Lia and Rolan had clearly begun drinking ahead of you. Not that you could judge them, having indulged in your trusted flask outside the tavern minutes ago.

“I’ll have what you’ve had.”

“Coming right up!” Lia responds, her enthusiasm undeterred. She signals the bartender, and soon enough, a trio of drinks arrives at the table.

Rolan is the first to grip the glass and then clear his throat, “To us, and Gale - and hope that tomorrow will give us more answers.”

One drink turns into four drinks, and at some point, you lose track of both time and the units you’ve allowed to warm your gullet. Honestly it’s quite funny, why did you worry so much before? Silly you with silly thoughts! Almost as silly as Rolan’s eyes focused on your neck. He looks funny with his eyebrows furrowed, and a chuckle escapes your lips at the sight.

“You’ll get wrinkles if you keep staring at my neck like that, Rolan.”

“I did no such thing!” he retorts as a flush creeps up on the tiefling's cheeks.

Lia heartily laughs, swaying a bit, and offers her hand to you. “Join me for a dance, will you?” The music in the tavern entices you and despite the blurred lines of inebriation, you take Lia’s hand and step into the lively dance floor.

Lia practically dragged you through the crowded tavern, Rolan following closely behind to his best abilities. The dance floor was filled with twirling bodies, in rhythm with the bard's melodies. Pulling your arm up, Lia spins and chuckles as you reach the bards scene. Rolan, with a playful twinkle in his eyes, reaches the two of you and joins the dance. The world seems to sway with the music and for the first time in a long time, a genuine smile spreads across your face.

As you moved to the music, you sensed Rolans’ proximity. His hand found its way to the small of your back, guiding you through the intricate steps of the dance. The unfamiliar warmth of his hand against your skin was a stark contrast to the memories of Asterion's cool touch.The bard's music kept on playing, the tunes bouncing off the plucked strings, the odor of alcohol on his breath, and hot uncontrolled bodies clashing against your person - Gods, its too much. You can't stay a minute longer or you might suffocate.

“I need some air,” you mumble and offer an apologizing smile, excusing yourself as the dance continues without you.

“Wait!” a muffled voice calls out, but you pretend that you’re too far off to hear.

Faces blurred into a sea of strangers, and the lively chatter became an indistinguishable hum. Your breath quickened, and you couldn't shake the feeling of faceless men and women judging your every step. Because now they know - they know that you were no hero of Baldur's gate, just another drunk who couldn’t even cast a simple spell to disguise herself from embarrassment.

Pathetic.

As you stepped out into the cool night air, the contrast between the warmth of the dance floor and the refreshing chill outside sent shivers down your spine. Crouching down you plant your hands to your knees, trying to catch your breath and ease your mind.

A moment later, the tavern door swung open abruptly, an curly haired man emerging as he wrestled with another almost feral one. The creature thrashed and snarled at the curly haired man as he strained against the frenzied movements. Caught off guard, you stood up in the shadow beside the entrance, your breath hitching again as you observed the scene unfold.

Seizing the opportunity to make sense of the situation, you assertively approached the struggling men, dagger clutched and ready strike if needed. The curly-haired man's eyes flickered toward you and your gaze met his.

Deep crimson eyes, ivory curls, and are those fangs?

No, that can't be.

"Astarion?" you uttered, your voice a hushed whisper that sliced through the night, your eyes fixed on the elf's face in utter disbelief. There he was, right before you.

Astarion's attention shifted to the rabid man, deftly maneuvering to subdue him. He restrained the creature, halting any further erratic movements. With precision, Astarion extracted a flask from his belt, causing the man's struggles to intensify. Despite the increased resistance, Astarion's actions remained calculated and exact.

With the man momentarily contained, Astarion secured him in place with one hand, the other retrieving a flask. He raised it to his mouth, a subtle glint of fangs emerging as he skillfully removed the lid with his teeth.

"Hello," the rogue spoke, pausing to inject the man with the unfamiliar substance. The feral struggles ceased, and Astarion continued, his tone now imbued with a nuanced warmth, "darling."

Stunned you remain constrained where you stood. This is real, Astarion is here after days, weeks and months of him plaguing your thoughts every waking moment. Your mind races, trying to process the surreal present. A rumble in your stomach seems to pull you out of your trance, nausea spreading in your throat.

Keep. it. down.

“Care to help or do you intend to stand there and just gawk?”

Once more the door beside you swung open, a tall figure emerges with swaying strands of long hair catching in the wind, intent on reaching the paralyzed man and Astarion.

“We said no killing, remember?" he spoke.

"Oh, my apologies, brother. I must have forgotten our little agreement when I was wrestling the feral dog whilst you were nowhere to be seen.”

At that moment, you recognized the man - Leon. His expression remained stoic, though a flicker of irritation crossed his features. "Your theatrics aren't amusing, Astarion. We need to keep them alive; this is not the time nor place for you to display your unique methods."

You finally had a surge to act, fumbled in your bag and searched for any potion or scroll that could help. A glass vial of what seemed to be a healing potion met your fingers, and you pulled it out, unscrewing the cap with shaky hands.

“Here take this,” you called out, holding the potion aloft, offering a forced smile amidst the charged atmosphere.

As you step forward to give Leon the vial, Rolan stumbles out the tavern door, tipsy and eyes searching for something in the night. You’d completely forgotten about Rolan and Lia, they’d probably been worried since you hadn’t returned. His eyes widened at the chaotic scene before him, and he instinctively moved to stand in front of you, a protective gesture. His hand flickered with a small flame, ready to defend against any potential threat.

"What in the hells is happening here?" Rolan demanded, a mix of concern and bewilderment in his voice.

Before anyone could respond, Astarion let out a small laugh, one that you couldn't seem to decipher the meaning of. What was so funny? Rolan certainly wasn't amused, and the flame rose higher from his palm at the elf's dismissive laugh. Leon's gaze moved to Rolan, his hands raising in a gesture of peace, showing that they were no threat to him or you.

“Got yourself a knight in shining armor, have you now?” Astarion remarked, a sly grin playing on his lips.

Knight in shining armor? The words stung, and a spark of anger flared within you. Rolan didn't need to save you nor did you want him to. Opening your mouth to retort, Leon interjected, his voice firm and commanding.

“Astarion, don’t,” Leon snapped at him, a stern edge to his voice. He then looked directly at you, his expression softening. “We don’t want to fight you. Let's find a quieter spot to talk, and we’ll explain everything.”

You nodded, the tension in the air making it clear that this was not the time for confrontation. Rolan, still wary but trusting your judgment, lowered the flame in his palm. With cautious glances exchanged between the group, you began to move away from the chaotic scene, guided by Leon's lead to a more secluded spot where answers awaited.

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papermatisse · 8 months ago

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Lost and Found || B.BH

♔ pairing: dionysus!byun baekhyun x f!ariadne!reader

♔ genre: angst, one-shot, fluff

♔ word count: 3.5k

♔ warnings: abandonment, murder

♔ abstract: Love comes with all kinds of sacrifices, and after everything she'd sacrificed for her own hopeful romance, all she really wanted was a lover to live with for the rest of her mortal existence. Though the universe—and for that matter the gods who inhabit it—has a cruel sense of humor.

♔ author's note: I've been thinking of writing a Greek mythology story for all of the exos (ot8 [minus Chen, the nation's husband and father]). I have a few plans already, though this one felt the easiest and quickest to execute cause I really wanted to test out and fix my link/tag issue on here 😔

for context, here's a rough synopsis of the Theseus story: the king of Crete angered Poseidon who cursed the queen into woohooing with the king's bull, thus creating a minotaur named Asterion. mortified by this creation, they banished him into a maze and alienated him as if he were nothing, thus creating the bloodthirsty monster he was. the king's son went to Athens bc they themselves had a minotaur problem, but their minotaur wound up killing him. the king of Crete blamed the king of Athens and after some altercations, it resulted in an annual tradition of sending a select few Athenians to serve as tribute and be eaten by Asterion. one of these tributes was Theseus, son of the king of Athens, and he actually defeated the Athenian minotaur. to help him in defeating Asterion, the Crete king's daughter, Ariadne, gave Theseus yarn so he'd be able to navigate the maze, which helped him in killing Asterion. afterwards, they sailed to Naxos, where he abandoned her. interpretations vary of course, but most involve Dionysus marrying Ariadne afterwards bc he fell in love w her.

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Nestled within the Aegean Sea, lost amongst the plethora of islands which dotted the cerulean expanse of the ocean, lays the idyllic yet ever forlorn island of Naxos. Viridescent fields of crops and greenery encompass the entirety of the island, sloped along the verdant hills which make up its landscape. The only obstruction to its rolling plains was that of its mountain at the very heart of the island, as well as the sandy beaches which encircled it all in a protective ring of golden grains.

Upon first arrival, it had seemed nothing short of picturesque—perhaps even going so far as being the most beautiful sight she'd ever observed in her rather dull and sheltered life thus far. The warmth of the sand which greeted her once she'd hopped off the boat felt like the welcoming embrace of a new start, the fine grains sinking beneath her every step as if accommodating to her new presence. The seas lapped against the shores as if reaching out to her, waving—both metaphorically and literally—like it were greeting an old friend. And the winds which carried with it the strong aroma of sea salt and petrichor encompassed her being in a cool and refreshing embrace, nearly cementing the thought that circulated in her head of what a perfectly quaint and romantic escape Naxos was for her and her lover to settle in and establish their new lives together.

At least that's how it had all felt no more than a day ago. It was astounding how much could change upon settling down to rest after the strenuous voyage to Naxos. A mere daytime nap, meant to simply reinvigorate her, had suddenly turned her whole world upside down, because upon opening her eyes, her lover, with whom she'd risked her entire life in order to save, had all but vanished: him, his boat, and by extension, her heart along with him. She couldn't even see a single speck of him remaining on the horizon, and the thought that he had left her the moment she'd fallen asleep felt ever more disparaging.

Now, she sat along the shore. The sands, cooled with the setting sun, cradled her dejected form. The cacophony of waves crashing against the island served to drown out her cries. And the winds, which had grown significantly weaker as the day waned, brushed against her face as if to gently wipe away her tears. Naxos, with its surreal beauty and tender acceptance, had become no more a prison prompted by her own circumstances just as her accomodations had been on Crete. Exchanging one pitiful excuse of a home for another, though now she was utterly alone.

And all she could do was cry to herself. Cry over her foolishness to have risked everything for a boy she'd fallen for so rashly. Cry over her imminent future and the dread of the unknown which lay in waiting for her. Cry over the abandonment and outright rejection from someone she once believed to be her soulmate.

What a miserable life she led.

What a tragic course of events she followed.

What an absolutely pathetic human being she was.

And how utterly vexing it was that she could not even wallow in her own self-pity by her lonesome for very long.

“(y/n)?”

Her body seemed to register the foreign voice before her mind had, as she slowly turned her tear stricken face towards the newcomer. Though once her eyes met those of the familiar deity, now standing a mere few feet away from her, she quickly turned back to her original position, staring out at the sea. By now, the harsh line of the horizon had become ingrained into her corneas, remaining in her vision even when her eyes were closed, yet she continued to stare forward, hoping to find a stray boat somewhere in the distance. Hoping to see her beloved rushing back to her as if his initial departure was nothing more than an accident. Hoping to fall back into his arms and forget the worries incessantly plaguing her mind.

Though once more, these desires went unanswered, and instead, she was met by this ever so gentle touch skimming carefully over her back.

“(y/n), look at me.”

The demand hadn't held much of an authoritative tone, more so that of an insistent plea, one where she could faintly discern the shreds of desperation laced in between. Yet she remained as is, eyes trained on the ocean, waiting. She thought by ignoring him, he'd leave her alone. Allow her to grieve in peace without his mischief and revelric tendencies. Let her sulk in her misfortune without being reminded of her affiliation with him. Yet he could not even spare her this one luxury.

Instead, in her periphery, she found him crouching onto the sand beside her, seating himself in a way so he could remain attached to her side. The heavy weight of his gaze lingered upon her, even as she attempted to ignore his presence as a whole. Though he seemed none the wiser to her efforts, or perhaps he merely couldn't care less what she thought of him—not that she's out right proclaimed her opinion of said god, but from mere context clues given their history together, she was sure he had a general understanding of where she stands with him.

It had been a few years since she first met Baekhyun. A rather untimely meeting with the god of wine and revelry, one marked by unrequited affections which has since plagued her every waking moment. She had never processed how burdensome it could become to be the apple of one's eye, especially if that particular person was a deity of Baekhyun's caliber, and one she felt nothing towards. And even now as she tends to a broken heart, abandoned on a remote island in the middle of nowhere with no means of escape, she still couldn't conceal the discomfort she felt in Baekhyun's presence, knowing fully well of his affections and how he had been waiting for her answer to his proposal.

Though unlike all the other times he’s randomly materialized before her, usually wreaking of that sickly sweet aroma of wine and teasing her relentlessly until she was pleading for him to leave her be, he sat there calmly and quietly, waiting for her to acknowledge him. It was a peculiar shift in his modus operandi, one that did not go by unnoticed by (y/n), yet even with the silence he granted her, she couldn't bear to speak to him as she usually would.

Humiliation silently lingered in the air even before she could say anything. She didn't know what she'd tell Baekhyun had he pestered her in his usual manner. The last thing on her mind was telling the man who proposed to her—with whom she'd essentially left unanswered—that the man she intended on running away with forever had all but left her stranded on an island to die in solitude. Though somehow, there was a small inkling in her that felt like Baekhyun already knew. And perhaps a smaller, more hopeful part of her believed he was here not to torment her, but rather to check up on her, ensure she was fairing well.

Hesitantly, her eyes strayed from where they'd been zeroed in along the horizon, sparing Baekhyun a small and brief glance.

It was odd. His eyes seemed duller now, a more muted umber tone devoid of that trademark glint he usually dons when running amok. He usually always bore this confident, bordering on cocky, grin that seemed all too pleased with himself and his shenanigans, yet now his lips were naturally downturned, perhaps the first time she's ever seen his mouth in its natural resting position. Even his scent was more subdued, and she was able to pick up the rich undertones of grapes usually concealed by his alcoholic carousing. His gaze was dropped, steadily trained on her hands laying in her lap, and the undivided attention only prompted more discomfort on her part as she fiddled with the fabric of her dress.

She had half a mind to ask him if he was okay, momentarily forgetting her own plight once she saw the shift in demeanor of Baekhyun. Though the silence that encompassed them prompted her own wariness in approaching the subject.

And so they remained as is, the sun now meeting the horizon, igniting the sky into a mural of warm, fiery hues. As the sun continued to set, it dyed the blue depth of the waters into a color akin to wine with its deep and rich crimson shade.

Without realizing it, her mind had begun wandering back to Baekhyun, curious as to why he remained by her side even as she ignored him. And though she didn't know for how long she'd strayed with these thoughts, she did know it was his presence alone that managed to briefly distract her from her current situation.

“Why are you here?” (y/n) asked, voice gravelly from misuse. For a moment, she was met with silence, the ocean serving as white noise to fill the void. But as she dared another glance his way, she saw his somber countenance. It was a foreign expression to be gracing his face, and she found herself intrigued by the furrow of his brow as he remained lost in thought.

“I went to visit you on Crete…” He finally responded, the timbre of his voice lowering with raw solemnity. “I know how you get with the annual tributes, so I wanted to be there for you.”

She shied away at this, never fully processing how Baekhyun's sporadic appearances coincided with certain times. And it was true. Every year as the Athenian tributes arrived on Crete, she distanced herself until after these events were done and over with. Though as she now recollected memories from recent years, she began putting together Baekhyun's arrivals were never truly as spontaneous as she first made them out to be.

He was always there whenever she was at her lowest. She thought it was intentional as a way of tormenting her when she's at rock bottom, but as he continued speaking, a pit of remorse began accumulating within her heart.

“Instead, I was met with… chaos. Carnage. Disorder.” He paused, turning his head in a direction she could only assume was where Crete faced. “Asterion was dead. A tribute had escaped. And the princess had all but disappeared.”

At his final statement, (y/n) stared down in shame. She knew there would be repercussions for her actions, but she thought she'd have been long gone at this point. Too far away to even spare a moment of regret for having abandoned her family and her kingdom. Yet it all came back to bite her. Her brother, cursed and estranged as he was, had been killed. Theseus, her lover who she assisted the entire way through, had been the one to kill him. And she, princess of Crete, had run off in the midst of this mayhem.

“I'm sorry…” (y/n) whispered, voice strained as she fought back tears. “I'm so sorry. I just couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't bear to see more death. Every single year without fail they'd send these Athenians off to die by my brother's hands. And we'd just have to sit there and watch. Watch as they all lost themselves to the labyrinth. And Asterion would…”

As if having finally broken the floodgates, tears began streaming down her face without fail. The tragic life of her brother, born a monster and treated as such. And even if she had never interacted with him, even as she witnessed his bloodshed year after year, the knowledge of his death being instigated by her own involvement was debilitating enough to ground her back into reality.

The gravity of her predicament began to settle in. Sitting on an island, hopelessly waiting for a guy she had only just met and was ready to run away with forever. The realization that he used her for his own benefit, exploited her blind affections towards him only to then leave her for dead. He had probably already returned to Athens, assumed the role of hero who killed the minotaur of Crete—as well as that of their princess. And she sat there, longing for him for hours at a time, seated beside Dionysus himself. The absurdity of it all was almost laughable, and she'd probably be doing just that if it weren't for the overwhelming humiliation she felt coiled and festering within her.

“I helped him…” She confessed aloud. “I gave him the thread so he wouldn't get lost in the maze. I was the one who helped him defeat Asterion. I was the one who helped him escape. It was all my doing. And he left me here as repayment.”

Before she could continue, Baekhyun had suddenly shifted from his position, arms wrapping around her tightly and dragging her into his embrace. Any other time, she'd probably have swatted at him whilst yelling profanities, all while he laughed in delight at her hostility.

Yet now his touch didn't feel repulsive.

She could feel his warmth fully encompassing her, shielding her from the outside world. His hands clung to her body as if afraid she'd slip away from him at any moment. And now closer to him than ever before, she could smell his true aroma past the wine. An almost woodsy scent, just as warm as he was. Fruits and earth and nature as a whole. Faintly, she could smell the ocean intermingling with his scent.

It was so peculiar the way that distinct saltiness had first felt like a refreshing start to a new life, though shifted into an overwhelming and paralyzing apprehension that infested every aspect of her being. Though now, in Baekhyun's protective arms, it felt comforting. As if he himself dispelled it and this island of any and all of its negativity that consumed her.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the tension from her body had melted away. The sound of his heartbeat coinciding with that of the calm waves was like a melodious harmony that transcended her into a state of utter tranquility. His breathing lulled her away from the worries that tormented her heart, and she finally felt at peace.

“Did you love him?” Baekhyun asked. His tone was more inquisitive than anything else. There were no hidden intentions with his question, and although hesitant to admit it aloud to him, for fear of hurting him, (y/n) felt at ease with telling Baekhyun the truth he sought.

“Yes,” she responded quietly. “But I regret it. I regret it all.”

“Don't.” His grip tightened around her, pressing his forehead against the top of her head. “You shouldn't regret the love you give people. Don't let this foolish boy disparage you from expressing yourself to your fullest potential.”

(y/n) remained quiet, surprised by the turn of the events, though still listening intently to Baekhyun's words.

“I've always held such deep admiration towards you. From the moment I met you till now. I could see the way you loved so genuinely and fully. And I thought it was beautiful. I thought you were beautiful. You shouldn't grieve over an unrequited love. Loss serves as a reminder of the love we once felt, and the remorse we feel further exemplifies that. Your love is something so wonderful. Something I adore greatly.”

As he spoke, his warmth seemed to intensify. Filled with familiarity and security, coaxing her further into his embrace until she buried herself into the crook of his neck. He held her as if she were everything he had ever asked for. His touch was like ambrosia and nectar, the sweetest of prose to ever be professed, a safety like no other.

“I find myself wanting to be inconvenienced by you. I want to have you distracting me by lingering in my thoughts. I want to take time out of my day just to see you. I want to love you, even if you don't love me.”

At this, a sob slipped past her lips, and she clung onto him harder. Away from it all, everything inside her felt tumultuous and heightened. All of the emotions she'd been bottling up for years seemed to overflow in Baekhyun's presence alone. Her heart ached with grief, remorse, hatred, anger, defeat. Yet it also sang like never before, healing itself from years of anguish and torment.

And after the cathartic intervention came to a conclusion, faces marred by dried tears and eyes reddened with strain, a peaceful serenity had settled over the two. By now, the sun had long set. The cool of the night had begun penetrating the warmth of their embrace. The sand beneath them no longer retained the heat of the afternoon sun. The oceans were calm and still. The winds now settled into a gentle breeze. The world was asleep, silent in every regard. The day had ended and (y/n) had made it out alive, no doubt due to Baekhyun's influence.

Panic begin settling in her as he shifted, rising to his feet and pulling her up with him. Though when she met his gaze, loving and sweet and attentive, she began to settle once more. His hands held her own, thumbs softly brushing over her knuckles, all the while maintaining his sight on her face.

“What would you like to do?” He asked. “I can build you a palace here on Naxos, away from the cruelties of the world and the people who inhabit it.” His smile grew wider, bearing that familiar wickedness whenever he was up to no good. “I could overthrow the monarchy of Crete and reinstate you as its sole sovereign, allow you to redeem yourself and your honor, perhaps even reestablish Crete as a just and fair kingdom.” Both options were tempting, neither having any inherent consequences as long as Baekhyun held sway in their components. And she could tell Baekhyun had more to say, but she quickly intercepted before he could propose another offer.

“I want to be with you.” Baekhyun blinked at this, chuckling as if she were telling a joke.

“I will be there. You can't get rid of me that easily.”

“No.” Her hands slipped from his, reaching forth to cup his cheeks and bring him closer. “I choose you, Baekhyun.”

She pressed her lips against his own, soft and delicate. He seemed stunned for a moment, his body moving subconsciously for the first second or two, but once he had fully processed where he was and what was happening, Baekhyun began reciprocating. He kissed back just as earnestly, his hands reaching up to hold onto her wrists as he poured every ounce of his adoration into her. And (y/n) couldn't help but think how perfect it was.

She'd always thought love at first sight was perhaps the most romantic of gestures one could have. The act of finding your soulmate from a single encounter seemed so otherworldly and unmatched. Yet here in this moment with Baekhyun's body pressed against her own as he drew impossibly closer to her, his hands softly wandering in an attempt to map her form into his memory, she found this very moment to be the epitome of what love should be. A gradual fall into love. In a way, she can reminisce on growth and development, reflect on what was not there and how it came to be.

One of his hands had wandered to her hair, gently carding his fingers through the strands, and the other drew patterns on her waist, amorphous shapes that each portrayed his unspoken love for her. She thought back on every encounter she had with him. Every laugh he coaxed out of her even as she tried to hide away from the world. The bittersweet smiles he gave her every time she rejected or delayed his proposal. His neverending determination and devotion, even when facing adversities like herself. And with each revelation, each tender kiss from Baekhyun, her heart seemed to swell with love for him and him alone.

Once more, he was the one to pull away first, perhaps more in control of his long-standing affections than her, yet he didn't draw too far from her. Just far enough for him to look over her countenance with a lovestruck expression of his own. His eyes glistened with this saccharine-like joy, crinkling at the corners with his sweet smile dedicated to her. And she found herself smiling back, an uncontrollable jubilance bubbling in her as she reveled in his affections.

“Come then,” he spoke softly, hands returning back to hers. He brought one up to his lips, pressing one final kiss to her fingers. “Let's go home.”

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darkeunology · 11 months ago

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♡ Touches ♡

Word Count: 1804

Pairing: Astarion x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Talks of dying, combat

Summary: You and Astarion only ever touched each other when close to death, maybe sometimes you need to be touched to live too

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Not Proof Read

I'm only on Act 2 of the game so this has no spoilers for midway Act 2 onwards

Never in your wildest dreams would you have ever been able to predict all that had happened to you in the last few days. From being on the Nautiloid ship and having a Mind Flayer tadpole forced into your eye - something that still makes you shiver in disgust anytime you think about it - to raiding the Goblin camp so the Tieflings finding refuge at the Emerald Grove can finally make their way out and helping every one of your companions with their memories and the help they need with other matters. As strange as these past few days have been, you wouldn’t have changed it for the world, you were having the adventure of your life with people you were getting closer with by the day.

One person you were getting a little closer with than the others was Astarion, I mean how could you not. It had been a few nights since you were woken up by a strange feeling you had in your gut, the feeling of someone being too close next to you - opening your eyes to the sight of Asterion above your neck, fangs nearly biting you,

“Shit.” He spoke sheepishly, backing away from you, hastily standing up as you did too. “No, no. It’s not what it looks like, I swear.” he almost pleaded, hoping to convince you as you raised your eyebrow at him, looking at him in disbelief. “I wasn’t going to hurt you, I just needed… Well… Blood.”

The dim firelight illuminated Astarion where he stood, you scrutinised his features, something you hadn’t really had the time or need to do before. When you think about it now, you’re amazed it took so long to realise, the unnatural blood red eyes that would pierce you everytime he looked at you, the way his lips bared his teeth, two large fangs being prominent in his smile, he was a vampire.

“I can’t believe I didn’t see it.” You started, shaking your head in shock, you recalled what had happened earlier that morning, the boar you’d found laying on the floor, you’d asked Astarion about it, him telling you that something had obviously bitten it and taken it’s blood, “We even found the boar you snacked on.”

“It’s not what you think,” he rushed to say, “I’m not some monster.” he spoke more delicately now, as if the word ‘Monster’ was something he had carved on him. “I feed on animals. Boars, Deer, Kobolds - whatever i can get. I’m just too slow right now. Too weak. If I just had a little blood, I could think clearer. Fight better. Please.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked, not actually that hurt that he didn’t tell you.

“At best, I was sure you’d say no. More likely you’d ram a stake through my ribs. No. I needed you to trust me.” He moved slightly closer to you, still keeping enough distance that you wouldn’t feel threatened, “And you can trust me.” he finished, his voice becoming more sultry as he spoke, almost trying to seduce you into letting him bite you.

“I do. I believe you.” you spoke gently, trying to not wake any of your other companions up, frankly you were amazed they hadn’t woken up yet.

Astarion looked relieved at your words,”Thank you. Do you think you could trust me just a little further?” He asked, his voice still seductive, “I only need a taste, I swear.”

“Fine, but not a drop more than you need.” you confirmed, not quite sure why you were actually going to let someone drink your blood. Maybe it was because his voice was doing something to you, maybe it was just because you needed Astarion to be at his best for any fights you were undoubtedly going to encounter tomorrow.

He smirked at your answer, “Let’s get comfy then shall we?” He extended his hand towards your bedroll on the floor, signalling for you to lie back down, his body coming down on top of yours, his hand brushing some stray hair out of the way, brushing it behind your ear. Your eyes widened slightly as you felt his teeth sink into your skin, the pain burning initially before it sinks into a feeling of numbness, your bodies connecting through this moment together. It doesn’t take long until you're using your strength to push him away from you, deciding that he’d had enough. He kneels down next to you, his breath heavy, “Ah, that - that was amazing.” He smiled menacingly, standing up as he spoke, taking a few steps away from you again, “My mind is finally clear. I feel strong. I feel…Happy.” he smirked, his eyes travelling over your body.

“I’m looking forward to seeing you fight.” you spoke, remembering the reason you even allowed him to bite you in the first place, hoping that this would’ve been worth it.

“Shouldn’t take long. So many people need killing.” Astarion smirked. “Now if you’ll excuse me, you’re invigorating, but I need something more filling.” He turned his back to you, about to walk off but giving one last comment over his shoulder to you, “This is a gift, you know. I won’t forget it.” He puts his focus back on the forest, stalking to it, much more confident as he goes to find more prey, leaving you to settle down back to bed and wonder what the hells just happened.

Somehow the relationship between the two of you wasn’t fractured at all after this incident, in fact you’d somehow gotten stronger, allowing him to take a bit from you on certain nights, when you knew he was probably desperate for some strength and he took every moment of it, relishing in the taste of your blood that coated his lips, feeling the strength rejoin his body.

However, there was something different between the two of you than what you had with almost everyone else in the camp. As time went on, Astarion became the person you weren’t necessarily as close to. As much as you were still friends and he would still throw you the odd flirty comment every so often - you had touched everyone else in the camp, you’d fixed Karlach’s heat issue so you could hug her now, doing so whenever she’d ask you to, knowing how much she’d missed being able to be touched. You’d danced with Wyll multiple times, him teaching you everything he knew. You’d had Gail teaching you how to do some magic. All three of them telling you plenty about their old lives.

But you and Astarion, whilst he’d told you parts about Cazador, about his past. The two of you had only ever touched when it was necessary. When you’d be helping the other up after a particularly rough patch of combat or patching each other up at camp if any of the magic wielders were unable to heal you guys through a spell. You’d only ever touched each other when you were close to death, never touching for any other reason than necessity.

Sleepless nights would often plague you through the Shadow-Cursed Lands, there was just something about this place that would not allow you to sleep most of the nights. During these nights, your thoughts would often stray to Astarion, and the things he had told you. You wanted nothing more than to be able to help him with everything he was going through, but you would also often wonder why you two were nowhere near as close as you were to everyone else. Maybe it was because of that night, when he was going to drink your blood without even telling you first - you often wondered how you would have woken up when it was far too late, with his fangs already piercing you, and you wonder if he would’ve actually stopped or if he would’ve drunk enough to kill you - or maybe it was just simply just because you had different feelings for Astarion than you did for Wyll for example. You couldn’t quite put your finger on what these feelings were, but you knew there was something different between you.

Your feelings were confronted one night, after a bad fight had happened only a few hours before at the Last Light Inn, your life nearly being lost to it. Whilst you were used to nearly dying in these fights, this one for some reason hit you harder. Shadowheart had healed you almost fully when you got back to camp, but something still felt wrong as you laid down on your bedroll, tears coming to your eyes before you stubbornly blinked them away, not allowing yourself to cry when all your companions were nearby.

“Stupid question, but are you okay?” Your eyes snapped open, Astarion standing above you, a sympathetic look on his face, he still hadn’t cleaned the blood off his face which reminded you that you hadn’t either, your face feeling stiff from the blood drying on it.

Sitting up, you responded to him, “No.” A small sob escaped you as you spoke, causing your cheeks to heat up in embarrassment. “I didn’t want to cry in front of any of you.” you chuckled sadly, wiping your eyes. “I don’t know why this has hit me so hard. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve nearly died.” you were confused as to why you felt like this.

“You’re scared.” Astarion spoke, sitting down in front of you, a bowl of water now in front of him, a rag in his hand, “May I?” He asked gently, signalling to the blood on your face,

“Please,” you whispered, your eyes scanning his face as he concentrated on getting the blood off you, being just aggressive enough to get the dried blood off but not too aggressive to hurt you any further.

“I get scared all the time. Everytime we come back to camp after a bad fight.” he spoke gently as he cleaned you up, “All of us do. That’s what makes us human…” he paused, smirking playfully, “Well, that’s what makes all of you human.” You chuckled lightly. “Come on, let’s go to bed. It’s been a long day.”

Astarion gently pushed you down so you were laying, he moved himself next to you. Your body tensed up for a second as you touched, his body tucking in tightly behind yours, the first time the two of you had properly touched each other. “Relax. I’m right here.” He whispered, laying a lingering kiss below your ear. You drifted away to the sound of Asterion’s breath in your ear, the comforting sound of someone being with you, holding you, keeping the monsters away for the night.

It was strange to touch each other without one of them dying, but maybe touch was also something for the living.

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randoimago · 1 year ago

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Could I request Asterion x reader where the reader is on the asexual spectrum? Like, romantic feelings come first and stronger? I really like the idea of the reader showing Asterion that to them, romantic feelings are what's most important and more than enough in a relationship.

With an Asexual S/O

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Character(s): Astarion

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Absolutely! Astarion has been through way too much. Actual feelings is what he needs.

Astarion

Definitely taken aback a bit when you refused his initial offer for sex. He really thought you two had something between you and rejection isn't something he's used to. It makes him a bit frustrated, but also relieved.

And you're still sweet on him. So he knows you like him. It's definitely interesting since his existence was putting his body on the line for his master. And having you saying sweet things to him or even giving gifts without any expectations of sex is so different for him.

He teases you constantly or makes comments about how you'll give him cavities, but he is finding himself enjoying the idea that sexual affection isn't something he has to give you.

Don't get me wrong, he'll still do more sexual things, but he's relieved that it isn't an expectation. If all you want is a kiss or him to throw you a compliment then he'll be more than happy to give it to you.

#baldurs gate x reader #bg3 x reader #astarion x reader #bg3 astarion x reader

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ask-sister-solaris · 2 months ago

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It’s offical you fucks/aff

I started playing baldurs gate and want to write for it so.

#baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate Asterion X reader

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year ago

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Pssst hey

Do you have any fluffy Astarion headconons? 👀

Also, i love you and i hope you're having a wonderful day. ❤️ 💗

I will now nonnie 😉😌

a/n - sidebar: I will also write for the rest of the party too 👀

Astarion is such a cuddle bug! Actually, that’s an understatement, he’s a whole attention hog with you

Always wants to be near you, some sort of gentle touch to you, constant lingering

Like the gif above, he likes to sneak (or not!) behind you for surprise hugs, arms around your waist

DANCING

Or rather I should say, it’s more like waltzing

Has a habit to always stare at you, just gazing lovingly and longingly

Always checks up on you, it’s the most random thing and it’s always the most random conversation but when you realize what he’s doing, it’s endearing

Pinkies linked together

He’s the cheetah touch-starved meme

Getting used to touch more so CUDDLES GALORE!!

Last but not least, I feel like he’s a light sleeper so if he’s awake before you, he just admires you

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bitkahuna · 1 year ago

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WIP Fanfictions:

Masterlist of the seven fanfictions I’m currently writing. Will be updated as progress is made!!

To see my published fanfictions, go here to my AO3

Green fics are being actively worked on while orange fics are touched less consistently. Blue are actively being published and are a priority.

1) Thorin Oakenshield x Bilbo Baggins - Lord of the Rings & The Hobbit - Cultural differences being abound as an innocent Hobbit is corrupted by our favorite dwarven king. (NSFW, gay, corruption kink)

2) Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy - Harry Potter book and movie franchises - An entire fucking rewrite of the book series where Harry is far more proactive and more of a BAMF in trying to not only thwart, but also go on the offense in the war between good and evil, as well as his life after. (NSFW, gay, portrayals of addiction, graphic violence, death and murder (but it’s only the bad guys cause I’m only capable of writing happy endings))

3) Julian Bashir x Elim Garak - Star Trek: Deep Space 9 - post-Dominion war ... it's incredibly fucking complicated. Nearly a decade ago, Julian Bashir, along with 12 other augmented children were rescued from a secret base on an asteroid, rehabilitated, and given the chance at real lives. When Dr. Zimmerman boards the DS9 having already realized Julian is an augment, Starfleet creates the lie that it was done by his parents in order to save face for the fact that they knew Julian was an augment before he ever even enrolled at the academy. But when the truth begins to come out, Garak is quite fascinated by just how good a liar Julian actually is.

4) Reader x Dr. T’Ana - Star Trek: Lower Decks - A dying cryo-ship is stumbled upon by the USS: Cerritos with only a single human aboard. Dr. T’Ana finds herself suspicious of the woman born four hundred years ago as her crumbling relationship with Shaxs leads her to a queer crisis.

5) Reader x Cicero - Elder Scrolls X: Skyrim - After the final battle against Alduin, something went wrong. Very wrong. The Dragonborn should not have been able to absorb Alduin’s soul. Yet, she did. What happens when the souls of a Dragonborn and a demigod combine?

6) Reader x Asterion - Baldur’s Gate III - The Nautiloid slipped from world to world, dimension to dimension, and universe to universe with all the ease of a cockroach squirming under a door. Until, shortly before the events leading to its crash, it crashed through the realm of the goddess of dreams, accidentally taking the goddess and resetting her to a weakened mortal form.

7) Sam x Gabriel - Supernatural - After Jack resets the world, all seems normal. Dangers are still abound, but not nearly as serious as they once were. A powerful mage trying to find eternal youth has popped up on the Winchester’s radar, but after investigating and finding the perp, Sam is hit with the interrupted magic ritual and is reverted back to who he was in his college days. Unfortunately for him, a certain trickster archangel was also resurrected by Jack. Even more unfortunate, Sam was quite the asshole in college. Just the kind that Gabriel had always taken a particular joy in humbling.

#draco x harry #julian bashir x elim garak #star trek lower decks #baldur's gate 3 #skyrim #cicero x reader #asterion #dc #fanfiction #ao3 author #harry potter #fanfic #ao3fic #star trek #Dr. T’Ana #the hobbit #lesbian fanfiction

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bigfan-fanfic · 2 years ago

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Iphicles - The Lightning Thief (Brother!Reader x Percy Jackson PLATONIC)

Part 1 here

Having a brother like Heracles definitely made Iphicles' life harder.

Heracles, when driven mad by Hera, killed Iphicles' children. Though Iphicles was a strong warrior and a Kalydonian boar hunter in his own right, he would never be out of his brother's shadow. Even his death was usually related to helping Heracles in some way.

But maybe, like you, he didn't care.

Or rather, he cared so much more for his brother than for himself.

Percy gets expelled from Yancy Academy and comes home, and you hate that you can never email him or anything because then the monsters will keep after him, and letters don't work because they'll tend to frustrate Percy when he tries to read your handwriting.

But at least your little brother trusts you - he tells you about Mrs. Dodds, and how everybody thinks he's crazy.

"Well, you are crazy." you tease him, and he elbows you with a smirk. "But I also believe you. I saw that awful old woman at parents' night, remember? Wore a leather jacket? Accent thicker than honey?"

You'll always believe him. What else is a big brother for?

Percy's surprised when you get home. Because the dynamic has shifted a little. You have a new part time job at AGS River Shipping - really Aegeus, one of Poseidon's other names. There, Poseidon or some mercenaries hired teach you how to fight.

You're not a demigod - you don't have those hard-wired battlefield instincts or the ability to innately read Ancient Greek.

But you can learn, and learn you do, training with a Celestial bronze spear - since you can't heal with ambrosia or nectar, you need as much distance between yourself and danger as possible. The mercs also teach you how to use a handgun - apparently the Cyclopes are working on a modified celestial bronze handgun.

In any case, your confidence, your slowly improving physique, your new knowledge - it shows in the way that you carry yourself, the way Gabe is more hesitant to engage in conflict with you. And in your more strained relationship with your mother.

You disapprove of Sally keeping Percy in the dark. And subjecting you both to Gabe because of her own hangups, about taking care of herself, about losing Percy... it's taken a bit of a toll - you want to be able to tell Percy, but both your mother and Yuri... and Poseidon have told you to let him find out on his own.

But, like always, there's that annual trip to Montauk.

For a moment, it all feels like old times. You joke and smile as usual.

But the winds heighten and the waves crash, and you sense the message from the lord of the sea: danger.

If Mom won't protect Percy, you will.

You're about to steal the car when Grover shows up, and Mom drives you all away from the monster that arrives.

Asterion, she calls it, and you know instantly what she means. You lean out the window and hurl your spear, which you can summon to your hand from a ring you wear now.

But Sally is distracted by this sudden reveal, and the car crashes.

You see that the Minotaur squeezes her into light, and she vanishes, and you see your brother turn the beast to yellow powder - and faint.

It's your job to get him to safety now. You're the only one left who cares about him.

With the last ounces of your strength, you throw Percy over one shoulder and Grover over the other, and you carry them both across the boundary line.

The last thing you see before passing out is a man in a wheelchair and a concerned man in a Hawaiian shirt looming over you.

"Oh dear... Uncle's been fiddling with Fate."

#percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x male reader #pjo headcanons #headcanons #platonic

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aurora-darling · 6 months ago

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Be mine

Zevlor x F!Reader/Tav

Working on zevlor/tav/astarion love triangle but I wanted to write a second meeting with zevlor x reader

NSFW warning; oral sex

It took two days, but you convinced Astarion to stay at camp with Gale. In truth, you did want alone time, mostly to bathe. Asterion beamed when you confessed your privacy reasons. You stated it would banish you from your coven if Astarion saw you naked, but it was a lie. Heading back from the spring, you decided to confront Zevlor about Kagha alone. You would need another plan. You walk into the tiefling refugee camp, your golden hair cascading down your back and drying in the wind. You donned a loose cotton shirt and tightly laced pants with leather sandals. Nothing like the armor you had grown used to as a cleric. You felt like you could fly. You were able to walk so quickly without armor. You looked through the crowds, your heart lifting and falling when you thought you saw him. You asked around and tried to get attention from any tiefling you could find until you heard him. “ Aria?” You turn to see Zevlor above you on a platform chopping kindling, and wiping the sweat under his horns. “How are you?” He asks. The sounds of the crowd disappeared with his voice.

Did you need me? You hear from his heart.

You were staring up at him, your mouth slightly open.

I missed you. You hear from his mind.

“ I’m fine I -” You reply as he jumps down in front of you. He was so close you could see the beads of sweat on his neck, his cotton shirt open at his chest. It was baggy and patched together. It was too large for his toned body. You knew the facts of war. Battlefields contained goods for the taking. Your heart broke as you thought about your commander needing shirts from fallen enemies or worse, his comrades. “I’m glad.” He says, propping the axe against the platform and now wiping the back of his neck with a hand cloth. “I wanted to thank you again for defending us against the goblins. “ He added and fiddled with the cloth in his hand. “Why? They attacked me first, I was just trying to stay alive.” You simply say and he laughs while you sit on the steps. “ I appreciate the honesty. I’ve never met a soldier who fought for their King.” He pauses to look at you “They fight to see their loved ones again.” He smiles and you can see the age of this tiefling. Fighting had ravaged him. Broke him. You push a rock with your sandal and look at his armor next to the platform.

What are you thinking about? Your mind hears from him.

“Kagha won’t agree to your terms. Or any. I’m so sorry. “ You admit, your head in your hands. The idea of children, women, and men being executed by pathetic green creatures tore at your heart. You couldn’t dare imagine Zevlor being hurt or else you would show everyone your true power. Before you knew it Zevlor had moved to squat in front of you.

Babygirl I don’t expect you to take care of my problems. I’ll handle it. Worry about me though. I crave you fussing over me. You heard from his mind, looking down at your commander while he held your hands in his.

“I appreciate what you did. It was brave of you, thank you. “ You gulp watching his lips as he spoke. “Avccase. “ He says moving your curls away from your face. His smile was dangerous, the light brush of his fingers on your face was enough for you to do anything for him. You stared at him and blinked slowly before you realized he said your name in your native tongue. “You practiced?” You whisper, your eyes beaming over him taking in every infernal curve of his face. “I did.” He whispers back and chuckles his voice now back to his normal tone “I had to ask your wizard companion for help. It took me a day but.. How did I do?” He asks.

Avccase. He moans in his mind.

You swallow your passion and try and address what you came for but you fail to change the subject.

“ It’s perfect- “ You say.

You’re perfect, you hear. Too good for me.

You wanted to kiss him desperately. His gaze was on your delicate hand in his, his long nails circling the back of your hand. He was focused on the freckles covering you. He smiled still circling his fingers over the back of your hand. He could see the calluses covering your knuckles. He knew the wear and tear sparring with your fists have on the skin. He would maul anyone who dared to touch you.

My pretty little warrior. He moans in his mind.

He brings your hand to his lips, a low primal growl comes from his mouth. His nose pressed on the back of your knuckles now, his mouth moving slightly to a light kiss. Your skin is also soft and delicate, the feeling was making Zevlor burn hot on the inside.

I’ll bet you fight like a Goddess.

Your fingers rub over his nose while his lips are pressed hard into them. He unravels at your caress. He could feel the coolness of your skin against his infernal heat. He takes a deep breath, his mouth opening slightly to rake his fangs against them. You had to do something before your passion got the better of you. “What should we do about Kagha?” You break the connection and the question resets Zevlor to his soldier mentality. “I learned that Kagha isn’t the true leader. A large elf named Halsin is. “ He lays your hand in your lap and clears his throat. He stands and you feel the insatiable need for his touch to return but you stay seated and watch him reassemble his armor. His hair is tied in the back, and his long ears are pointed high. Every part of his features were sharp and strong. His face was flushed as you watched him assemble his armor in silence. You continued your thorough observation of his features. His hair was a soft brown in the sunlight, highlights of red and strands of silver. There were curls at the base of this neck, and different layers throughout. Almost like he cut his hair with a dagger. You look down his back to the red tail swinging freely under his shirt. His face looks focused but his tail flickers excitedly. You giggle and your commander turns to you eager to see if he is the reason for your happiness. “ I’m sorry?” He asks joining you again with his breastplate on, now working to tie the shoulder pads as he sits next to you. “Nothing." You flirt, waving it away. Keeping a silly secret from him was exciting. Pleasurable. You watch as his fangs rake over his bottom lip. “Nothing you say?” He hooks a strap and slaps the pad into place on his shoulder. He looks at you with his eyebrows raised and a smirk on his lips. “I doubt anything that serenades me with your laugh is nothing.”

Laugh for me, baby girl. Make me weak at your knees, I want to worship you.

It took everything to keep him from leaning in to kiss you. He would beg you to tell him your secret as he kissed his way down your neck. The thought was strong in his mind and making your body hot. You could feel him sitting closer, breathing you in. His tail flickers behind your back, his body leaning close over yours. You hear a commotion and you snap back to reality. “I’m just curious who cares for the commander when he protects everyone?” You thought he was magnificent. Of course, others would think so too. You look down his throat slowly and to his armor. He watches your eyes devour him. You continue staring at his armor, the images of people throwing themselves at your hero make you jealous. Your hand brushes over the strong plate covering his chest. “You probably have lots of people flocking to be with you.” You say and Zevlor shakes his head in disagreement and sits back. His face frowns but you continue talking failing to notice. “ I’m sure you have a lover or two. You’re so strong." Zevlor turns his head away from you to watch a couple of tieflings flirting with a soldier. His elbows move to his knees and he sighs. “No one-” He clears his throat and laughs at his pathetic love life. “No lovers for a solider like me I’m afraid.” He chuckles and you scoot closer. “That’s ridiculous, I’ll bet they’re in the crowd somewhere. You’re hiding them, aren’t you?" You flirt, pretending to scout the crowd for his ‘lover’ tiefling. He looks down at you while you look at his people, describing how beautiful they are. You smile and continue to flirt but what you say next tugs at his heart “ I bet they see what I see in you.” His eyes are soft and observing your every movement. You smile just for him and push your hair behind your small pointed ear. You can feel the heat rising to your face at your next confession. “How strong you are… I bet they love you.” You whisper and Zevlor is once again leaning closer to you, his eyelids heavy.

Could you love me Aria? I would fall apart if you loved me. Please love me.

“Zevlor?” You ask and he can’t bring himself to tell you about his past. What he was. He is- was a Hellrider. His horns never felt so heavy on his head. He knew the tieflings wouldn’t follow him unless they were desperate. He was a failure twice over. A Hellion. A devil. Evil. What kind of man is he for you if no one wants him? It shows how undesirable he is. He can’t compete with any man woman or monster. He’s nothing. He isn’t good enough.

No one is good enough for you, he thought.

Let alone that sickly elf following your every move like a cat looking for tit. He scoffs, shakes his head, and looks at the ground remembering the elf’s tongue on your neck. He cracks his knuckles and says nothing. You break the silence to share your world with him “Back home our Generals are worshiped like Gods." You tap his shoulder with your fingers. “It’s true. Seelies, pixies- a Satyr or two. Even dryads worship them.” You smile and look at his lips wondering how they would feel on yours. "I’m sure the fairies would love you. “ You add, blushing. You could love him. He laughs and your heart melts. He sniffs his nose looking down at the steps below his feet. “I’m never one to want anyone fussing over me I’m used to being alone." He admitted the truth. Loneliness. Craving a touch. Not just any touch. Your touch. He breathes in deep looking at you. His breath shakes and he shivers.

Stop looking at me like that. You are so beautiful it’s consuming me. You hear from his mind, his gaze looking over your face, down to your chest, he’s even looking at your thighs.

His tail now curving around your hip, the infernal tip caressing your stomach.

What could I do to get you to touch me? I don’t have much gold but I’ll pay anythin- You hear from his mind.

“Could we go for a walk?” You ask in a whisper, trying to keep your commander from behaving badly in public. He closes his eyes leaning in to you, your scent sending your commander into a heated trance. “ Zevlor?” You ask and he growls, he would never deny you. “Of course." He says and stands to offer you his arm. You stand and step forward. His eyes widen as the sunlight casts a bright aura around you. Your blue eyes brought out the pink in your lips and Zevlor’s heart sank. He felt your touch on his arm finally. You were airy and light. Soft. He had a hard time walking at first, his eyes glued to you. How you look on his arm, you’re ethereal. There was a prismatic glow to you. The shimmer of gold in your hair, your skin covered in freckles, and pink blush on every tip of your body. His mouth watered at the thought of your soft pale and pink body. He imagined you on his bed while he undressed you, taking the time to explore every part of you while he sniffed and groaned into your undergarments. He regained his composure as you spoke again “ -mostly singing but I heard this plane has different instruments and I’m curious.” He pats your hand on his arm. “I know a bard to introduce you to then.“ He says as he realizes he has walked you out of the Grove and near a creek. “Bard? I would love to meet them!” You exclaim and notice Zevlor has dropped his gaze to the clear water. He stays quiet as his body tenses and you drop your hand from his arm. He scoffs and kicks a stone into the water. “Are you alright?” You ask, your hands fumbling with a loose thread on your shirt. “ I have to ask. Why are you still talking to me?” Zevlor continues to look at the water. He has already made up his mind what you’ll say, nothing about loving him or being his. No, you wanted something and he was a fool to think of you as anything more.

I’m sorry I touched you. I know I’m worthless.

“ Why?” You scoff and his face drops. He’s on the verge of tears. ”Because I missed you and I’m worried about what’s going to happen to everyone... To you-” You broke off to see your commander rubbing his face with his hands. “ UGH. Why. Just- don’t.” He sighs and looks at you. “ You deserve someone better than an old man like me. I’m a reject, I’m not strong enough for you. I’m not good enough for you-” You step forward and are only tall enough to yank his neck to reach him for a kiss. You stand on your toes and push hard into his lips. He’s stunned and his eyes are wide but he doesn’t pull back.

Baaaby girl. He groans in his mind.

He wraps his arms around you and opens his mouth for a deeper kiss. He pulls you up into his chest.

You taste like fruit. I’m going fucking crazy.

His teeth part to lick under your lips.

Avccase.

Your mind goes numb at his confession. He picks you up and your legs instantly wrap around him. He carries you behind a rock and into a crevice for privacy. He would kill anything that tried to look at you like this with him. He is the only one to see you act this way. You acting hungry, inappropriate, and possessive of your lover. It’s a tight space but enough room for the two of you. He pushes you against the rock, pressing hard against you as his mouth moves to your neck. He doesn’t kiss, not after Astarion licked you. He bites, licks, sucks, and scratches his talon-like nails down your thighs. Zevlor has to devour you, to mark you. To make you all his. His lips leave tiny bite marks across your collarbone. You squeal in excitement and he freezes thinking he hurt you. You laugh and pull his head back to your neck begging for more. Zevlor obliges, his tongue licking long strokes up to your ear. He would never admit it, not even if he was under torture but you were the first person to make him feel wanted. He never knew what it felt like to be desired. To have someone love him. No one had ever touched him before without a transaction. Something in the way you moaned from his touch made him feel possessive. His breath is hot on your neck.

I could have killed that fucking elf.

He moves to your collarbone again. He licks his lips smelling your breasts over your shirt.

How dare he act like that in public to you.

You smile and redirect his mouth to yours while he pushes his hips between your legs.

Smell like me, my love. Wear only my scent.

“ Yes… please Zevlor” You moan and it awakens a deep hunger in him. Your commander sits with you in his lap. “ I’ll understand if you want to sto-” He says but you interrupt him with a kiss. His hands move under your shirt to touch your back. The heat from your skin was enough to set him on fire. He removed his breastplate again while placing your hands on his shoulders. “ Touch me, beahat. My Zev." You call him an endearing word in your fae language added with a nickname. Calling him yours, he becomes undone. His hands are now under your shirt playing and squeezing at your breast. You giggle at his open mouth and remove your shirt for him. He wraps his arms around you, afraid to share you with anything, even the wind. He closes his eyes, a tear forming at the corner of his eyes. He’s never had anyone go this far with him without asking for more payment. Now he had his goddess in his lap, her heat grinding into his crotch. If this was a dream he didn’t want to wake up. If he was in heaven he would gladly stay dead. His lips are quivering, you can feel him sobbing. It turns into you holding him.

Please never leave me. Be mine. My Aria. My Avccase. Mine only, my only..

He kissed your neck lovingly while tears streamed down his cheeks. His lips move down your neck to your collarbone.

Please don’t let him touch you anymore.

His mouth is now at your breasts, his lips over your nipple. You arch your back and roll your hips into his. Zevlor hisses at the pleasure of you rubbing against his hard member.

Fuck, baby. Don’t do that.

You smile at the challenge. You’re about to roll your hips again when you hear him say “Did you know I dreamt of you my whole life?” He looks up at you. “Are you real? How could you be real? You are so beautiful." He confesses, his hands on the sides of your face. You don’t know what to tell your commander. It isn’t uncommon for mortals to see visions of Fae but never more than a fleeting thought. Multiple dreams of a Fae are rare. “ Shhhh.” You comfort Zevlor as he sobs into your neck, clinging to you. You twirl his hair in your fingers as you look down at your commander. Your leader. “ Zevlor.” He lays his face on your chest. He whines thinking he has to let you go. “ …please not yet. I’m not ready to let go.” He whimpers, breathing in your scent over and over. The perfect balance of lavender and honey. He was sure you would push him off, scream how dare he touch you but instead, you stayed. He was just about to apologize and return you to your camp when he looked up at you. Your once pale blue eyes were flooded with tears, it was your turn to break. You had heard how vulnerable this man was. He was broken and afraid. “Aria?” He asks softly, his hands on your bare back. You knew no words would convince him you wanted him. No, it was actions he needed. He needed proof. You wipe your tears away and take control, your lips on his kissing over and over. You are hungry for him and Gods be dammed you were going to prove it to him. “I want you Zevlor. Can’t I have you please?” You were going to break him free of his torment. You bring his fingers into your mouth to suck. "I need my strong commander. I need to worship him." You move his fingers in and out of your mouth, sucking on them. Zevlor is speechless, he doesn’t utter a thought but a deep guttural groan. You roll your hips into his member, your hand bringing his wet fingers out of your mouth and to your pink nipple. He takes over pinching it and the pleasure causes you to arch your back and you start grinding against his cock. You both still have trousers on but he can feel how hot your pussy is. He bites his hand to avoid biting into your flesh. And you take the opportunity to drag your teeth against his neck. You hear him growl. Fucking hells. You laugh at your commander cursing again. You pull his shirt above his head and Zevlor yanks it over his horns, tearing it. He cannot have anything blocking his vision from you, ever. You giggle again and his confidence returns. His hands are now groping your ass so your hips roll into his.

I shouldn’t take you here baby girl. You deserve to be courted. To be adored. It should be special. I want to claim you in my bed.

He stopped kissing you to stare at you while you played with his hair.

You deserve something better than this. Our first time should be special.

You are too drunk with passion to hide that you can hear his tiny confessions. “But I want you.” You plead. It doesn’t occur to him you can hear his mind, he thinks you are confessing to him. “ Not here baby. You deserve more than that.“

I want to make love to you Aria.

Zevlor is unable to move as you kiss your way to his chest, to his stomach, and stop at his hips. His hand cups your chin. “Don’t waste your time on me." He says to you. You look into his eyes for his thoughts. You’re unable to read them until he sees the hurt in your eyes.

I’m sorry baby. I just meant I’m not worth you fussing over.

He moves his fingers over your lips.

Fuck your lips feel so soft, I wish I could taste myself in your mouth. Would you swallow your commander pretty girl?

You nod your head and Zevlor is shocked thinking you agree that he’s a waste of time. “I apologize Aria- “

Oh, Gods. I knew it. I fucking knew it. He swallows a sob.

You sit back and bring your hand to his pants, reaching for his member. “Stop. Apologizing. Commander. “ You push your thumb over the head. “I want to taste you.” His gaze is on you, his mouth hanging open. You can feel his cock throbbing under his pants. There was a wet spot at the end. You reach up to remove his cock free from his pants and wrap your delicate fingers around it. Zevlor growls, the flame in his eyes bright and hungry. You see his fangs as he nods in agreement while your hand begins stroking his cock. His head throws back and he growls low. He’s at a loss for words, his mind blank. He succumbs to his infernal beast. You drool over the head to moisten his cock, rubbing your palm and fingers over the head. You would show him real desire.

Baaaaaby.

He moans, leaning back against the rock. You finally realize the true size of his cock. It is long and thick at the base, curling up toward his abdomen. You stare in awe, unaware of any words from Zevlor. “You don’t have to-” He starts, you respond by taking him into your mouth. Long and deep strides with your mouth, you want him to feel your need for him. Zevlor slams his fist into the ground before quieting a groan.

Gods be dammed baby.

You swallow and tighten your mouth around his cock, the sides rubbing against the inside of your cheeks.

Fuck. You suck so gooood.

You smile at your praise and work your mouth up and down his length. “Aria..” He moans, his nails grazing your head.

Yes, love me. I love you, I love you, I love yooooou.. He cries silently.

There is a salty taste accumulating on your tongue. You instinctively roll your tongue over the tip, tasting the small bead of his seed. Zevlor moans, his fingers curl over your head stroking you sweetly. He finally looks down at you and it’s enough to send him over the edge. "Baby girl, what are you doing to me..” His fingers stroke your cheek, taking in your beautiful face, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth. Your lips are messy, any paint you had on them is rubbed off and mixed onto his cock. Your hair has fallen around your face, sweaty curls sticking to your forehead. Your eyes are glazed over with lust for him. No one has looked at him like that before. His feral growl excites you and you suck harder and faster. Your head is bobbing on his cock and you aren’t scared of being loud anymore. Anyone approaching could hear the sinful sounds your mouth is making on his cock. You were milking him of his seed. Seeing his angel behave carnally for him sends him spiraling. Having her taste his cock, and behaving so perverse gives him an ego boost. Zevlor’s mind goes blank and before he can warn you, spills into your mouth and down your throat. He is still aware of his strength and keeps his hands from you. His nails could tear flesh apart if he’s not careful. You drink him down happily, his salty and thick seed burning your throat as it goes down. You keep going back and are stopped by Zevlor who cups your chin. “Hells.." He groans, wincing at pulling his member out of your mouth. It is limp but still throbbing and dripping seed. He chuckles at your eagerness to clean him. “Ah- Ah, shhhh baby. It’s too sensitive now. “ He chuckles and wipes his sperm from your lip. Zevlor stands looking to cover you. He picks up your shirt, covered with mud in some spots. He frowns and tries to dust off any dirt. You watch him as he turns to you. “Lift your arms, baby.” He commands and you follow his order. He slides your shirt over you, pulling it down over your belly. Zevlor adjusts his shirt back in his pants, looking at the entrance for any prying eyes. Your commander was protective of you.

Are you mad at me? He turns again to look at you. I’m sorry I finished too earl-

You stand immediately to kiss him. “Stop thinking so much.” You tell him. He laughs, his hands on your hips. “What?” He smiles, his tail playfully wrapping around your leg and up to your ass. You lay your head on his chest and he immediately holds you. He’s warm, you feel safe in his arms. “You mentioned Halsin?” You ask, his face buried in the top of your head. He closes his eyes before responding. “ Mhm.” He sighed as his reality returned to him in an instant. How he wished things were different, that he found you in Baldur’s Gate and he was free of any responsibility. He could bask in this moment forever if things were different, He would take you for a stroll in the market or pick you flowers. He doesn’t want this moment of bliss to end. You try to listen for his thoughts but fail, so you settle to listen to his heartbeat. His face doesn’t lift from your head, he buries himself further in your hair. “ He’s the real leader of this Grove. He could stop Kagha from completing the ritual if we can find him. They’re trying to seal the grove from any outsider. Permanently. “He says, the flame in his eyes weakening at the thought of having to depart.

Would you come with me? You hear from his heart.

He couldn’t leave you now. He finally found you.

I don’t have anything to offer. Please stay next to me.

“ Where is he?” You ask, your head still against his chest while he cradles you. “The last report was the Goblin Camp. That human from before was on a mission with him. I guess he abandoned Halsin when things got tough. “Zevlor clears his throat, his member still throbbing from your pleasure. “ So Halsin is trapped at the camp?” He pulls away to place hands on your shoulders and lean to face you “ Aria I don’t want you to go there.” He sighs and straightens his posture.“ It’s too dangerous. You could get hurt and I-” He rubs the back of his head.

I would kill anything that hurt you.

You shake your head, Goblins were practically target practice to you. He cups your chin, looking at you daring you not to disagree with him. You open your mouth and his thumb grazes your lip. His nail pulls your lip down and he can see the pink color of your tongue. His thoughts are on how amazing your mouth just felt. “I’m stronger than you think, commander.” That did it. That brought out the beast in him and Zevlor pushes you against the rock. His lips hurriedly kissed your neck and chest. His hands caress your breasts again while he pulls your leg to hook around his hips. “ Say that again.” He orders you, his voice deep and lustful. “I’m your what?” He demands, his member pushing into your thigh. “Say what?” You reply smiling up at him. He smiles wickedly at you, his talon dragging up your neck. You shiver at his touch, he is in control now. “What am I to you?” He asks, his lips close to your ear. He takes the piercing on your lobe into his mouth.

Tell me baby girl. I want to hear it.

You moan, “You’re all mine.” You say and your commander growls, sinking his teeth into your neck.

Fuck baby. Yes, I’m yours.

You can hear his mind reeling over your words.

If I see that elf touch you again I will skin him alive. His member is thrusting into your heat, grinding into you.

“ Zevy..” You moan, spreading your legs for him.

“ Commander?!” You both freeze as you hear a shout from toward the Grove. “ Commander!?” Shouts another, their voices coming closer. “Shit.” Zevlor curses, dropping your leg. He grabs his breastplate and hides you behind him. You compose yourself as well, smoothing your hair and shirt. There is no mirror around so you look to Zevlor for approval. “You look beautiful my love.” He whispers watching the tieflings walk in the other direction. “Just a tad dirty.” He laughs and shakes his head. “Always beautiful.“ He reminds you and walks you out from behind the rocks. “I just bathed." You say and his eyes flicker with lust. “ Maybe you need another?“ He jests, looking for who called for him. “ Maybe. “ You shrug. “Maybe I want to smell like you.” You jest back, knowing his desire. He stops in his tracks and looks at you. “Gods..” He moans, biting his lip before shaking it off. “ Commander!” You see a tiefling running toward you both. “ Ah, you’re with our savior. Hello.” The young tiefling greets you and is careful not to look at you for too long in front of Zevlor. “I’m sorry to interrupt but the druids are asking for you. They’re demanding we start packing. And soon.”

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